#alpha kylo x reader

[captain039]

PART 7 Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment, needle usage, drug usage, dark themes

I’m literally so happy and excited with this story, I can’t wait for the spicy bits xD

I promise there will be more kylo xD

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Before you could speak the supreme leader had turned and left leaving you stunned. You stood baffled and conflicted as to whether you should chase after the alpha or not. You were still skeptical if he wanted to kill you if you did anything wrong. The healers he brought worked in the background while you spent more time with your grandma and sister. Your mum and dad had went out to get some fresh food for tonight’s dinner. Your sister and Nan mainly talked while you sort of stared blankly in thought. When your parents came back you headed home, after saying your goodbyes. You didn’t talk about the supreme leader or what happened, you were thankful, but it didn’t leave you any less baffled and feeling worse. You had to finish dinner early, you began to shake and feel sick as you searched for your suppressants. A knock came and you looked up seeing your worried mum.

“I’m fine” you lied, huffing when you couldn’t find the case.

“You’re not, you’re awfully pale” she said sitting down on the bed as you sat up too quickly. You groaned putting your head in your hands while your mum rubbed your back.

“What the hell” you grumbled regarding everything.

“What’s going on?” You asked with a sigh.

“I don’t know” your mum answered.

“What happened today-“ she faltered, nobody really knew what happened today.

“I’m confused also, I wish I had answers, if he is your mate though” she trialed off.

“He isn’t! I can’t sense it” you brushed it off.

“Because you’re on the suppressants, another indication is the sickness” she explained and you huffed.

“Hun finding your mate isn’t a bad thing” she said.

“It is when said mate is supreme leader of an evil empire” you grumbled.

“Well” she sighed.

“I won’t mate with him!” You said and she looked stunned.

“Not mating is worse” she said.

“I don’t care I’ll find something that works” you nodded making your mother sigh again.

“Trust me avoiding your mate does not work” she chuckled lightly.

“If I argued with your father and he’d stay outside for a few days I felt horrid” she said.

“You’re already mated” you pointed out.

“Not always” she shrugged.

“Just see what happens” she smiled patting your shoulder and leaving. You resumed your search feeling grosser by the minute.

“Looking for these?” You jumped a mile again hearing his voice suddenly.

“Do you not give a warning?” You huffed turning to him and seeing your small black case.

“You went into my parents house” you said and he nodded placing the case down so it disappeared.

“In my room” you added and he nodded again simply.

“You can’t just-“ before you finished you thought in your head. He could just do that he was the supreme leader, but that’s besides the point.

“You’re unwell” he stated.

“Because I don’t have the right suppressants!” You hissed. Apparently you felt like you could speak your mind when he was a mere projection.

“I just won’t come back now” you mumbled and he glared making you gulp slightly at the look.

“When they wear off you’ll need me” he said a dark look in his eyes which made a shiver go up your spine.

“I don’t need you” you said quietly.

“You will” he said almost smirking as he disappeared. You groaned before your sister walked in highly confused.

“Who were you talking too?” She asked and you froze.

“You didn’t hear him?” You asked as she sat down on your bed.

“No?” She said confused and you groaned again lying back down on your bed. She joined you as you both stared at the ceiling.

“Is he really your mate?” She whispered and you tensed before sighing. You rolled over to look at her and she copied.

“I don’t know” you shrugged and she frowned.

“How do you not know?” She asked.

“Because suppressants suppress quite literally everything” you explained.

“It’s different for alphas” you added and she nodded processing the words.

“Isn’t it a good thing to find your mate?” She asked confused.

“It would be if my mate wasn’t the most powerful alpha in the galaxy and quite literally destroyed empires” you said and she cringed.

“Exactly” you sighed lying back on your back.

“He does smell good” you stated and she smirked which made you slap her playfully.

“Shut up” you chuckled.

“Anybody catch your eye? A little crush” you teased poking her as she giggled before she tensed and looked away.

“What’s wrong?” You asked worried.

“It isn’t exactly a… guy” she said and you frowned before it clicked.

“What’s her name?” You grinned and she looked surprised before smiling.

“Corde” she said hushed and you poked her again making her laugh.

“Stop!” She laughed and you felt your heart warm.

“Does mum and dad know?” You asked and she shook her head.

“Our secret then, till you’re ready” you grinned poking her nose one last time making her huff.

The next day was exciting, you went around the markets with your sister and mum, you bought different things and ate different foods for the day. You were all full and exhausted by the end of it, but it felt like you were a happy family again. You were feeling better slightly, the suppressants were wearing off and your senses were coming back. You were worried about your heat though, you couldn’t go back while you were in your heat. You didn’t want to go back at all, but for some reason you felt a tug to go back.

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[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sami’s Fic Stash

The Incalescence of You

Warnings: A/B/O and so very 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. DUB-CON.

Summary: Kylo saved you from being an enslaved Omega and kept you aboard the Finalizer in his quarters. Life was good and you had no complaints. Until he is sent on a mission by Snoke and your suppressants are out of stock. (I had such high hopes for this fic! It really pushed my smut writing to the limit and I’m still proud of it to this day.)

Pairings: Kylo Ren x F!Reader and General Hux x F!Reader. Alpha Kylo x Omega Reader, Alpha Hux x Omega Reader.

Word Count: 19k+

The sounds of your moans filled the air and Kylo wrapped his large hand around your neck. His arms corded, his muscles rippling as he pulled you flush with his hot, sweaty chest. A finger slid over your chin to hook in your mouth, holding you steady against the rhythmic pound of his hips. The smell of your heat was intoxicating, his nostrils flared at the scent and he drove himself harder inside you. Pleasure wrapped around your insides, the tension building at the base of your spine as the peak of your need was nearly upon you.

“Alpha…” you groaned through the constriction of your throat. “I need…”

“What?” He growled in your ear, his words clipped by the motion of his hips, the pace never faulting. “What does my desperate Omega need?” You tilted your head back to knock into his shoulder, the way he filled you was the most perfect feeling you’d ever experienced. The swell of his cock robbed you of all basic thought, the blissful sensation of him pounding into you always made your heat a pleasurable experience. He always knew what you needed, he could read you like no one else had before, he just wanted you to say it.

“I need y-your…”

“Say it.” He snarled.

“P-please…” you breathed, writhing against his strong body as you tried to get the friction you needed. “Knot me!” You finally managed to whine.

His hand moved from the soft flesh of your breast to drift down your stomach and curl into the slickness that leaked where your bodies joined. His fingertips brushed your swollen clit, his breath hitched at the response your body gave him. The arch of your back, the moan that bubbled up from your chest, the clench of your cunt as the tremors began to vibrate through you. “Cum for me,” he demanded. You didn’t need telling twice. The band in your lower belly snapped, releasing the white hot fire of your orgasm to flood your entire body. It triggered his own release, the knot at the base of his cock swelling to lock him in place as he spilled inside you.

Both of you fell forward in a heap of sweaty limbs, his steaming body covered yours as he buried his nose into the gland on your neck. Little aftershocks rippled through your body with each nuzzle, your chest heaved trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high. Your heat was dwindling but that didn’t matter, not for you and Kylo he didn’t want you just when you needed it. He wanted you all the time.

“Are you alright?” He whispered. You managed a nod, the exhaustion already encroaching on the edges of your mind. His strong arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close like he did every time until his knot had gone down. He enjoyed the feel of your skin against his, your warmth and scent. You were perfect for him and he had told you so many times.

As an Omega in this Galaxy you were at risk of living like a slave, being sold to the highest bidder, drugged and used for pleasure only. At first you had been weary of Kylo Ren and his intentions, but he had killed everyone that had imprisoned you and in that moment you knew he was going to look after you. You found it strange after being stored with so many Omegas to suddenly be the only one, the First Order only drafted Betas so they didn’t have to order large amounts of suppressants to stop their heats. On a ship this size, if most of the troopers were Omegas nothing would get done. The Officers and Lieutenants were all Alphas but none of them ever approached you, Kylo’s scent masked your own most days and everyone knew you belonged to him. And they knew he would kill them if they over stepped. You thought you’d be lonely but he gave you everything you needed and so you’d lived like royalty for the last three years. Your every need was taken care of by your big strong Alpha, he even arranged your suppressants when he went away on missions so your heat was tolerable. You could look after yourself on them and not go through the pain of having no Alpha to help you during it.

His knot began to soften but his hold on you did not, his hands impossibly large on your body pulling you even closer and he sighed with satisfaction, the whisper of it brushing delicately across your bare skin. You drifted off, warm and safe in the arms of your Alpha.

—

A week had passed, your heat had ended and you were free to roam the ship once more. This time you found yourself in the training area with the Knights, Cardo was teaching you how to defend yourself while the others trained with their weapons.

“Come on, hit me,” he goaded with a smirk on his face.

“Are you underestimating me Cardo?” You asked.

“You’re just an Omega, you can’t best me.” You felt a flare of anger, the rest of Alphas treated you like you were beneath them, a lesser being. Your gaze flitted to Ap’lek who was eyeing you with interest.

“Good luck Cardo,” he sneered as he leaned on his weapon. At least someone had your back. Bringing your fists up you circled round, he feigned and you ignored it drawing a little laugh from him.

“Good,” he praised. This time when he moved you knew he meant to hurt you, ducking into a crouch you spun, kicking your leg out and swiping his feet from beneath him making the bigger man slam onto his back. He was quick though, quicker and more graceful than he looked and you were both back to facing each other. “You surprised me little one, not many people can do that.” The glint in his eye told you he was ready for a decent fight, but so were you. He lunged again and you sprang away but he kept coming, you blocked with the palms of your hands and your forearms, feeling the shock of each hit in your shoulder. One fist broke your defence and you had to lean back to avoid it breaking your nose, you spun away letting his momentum carry him forward a step. You brought your fist up but he successfully blocked you and before you could react his strong arms had you in a headlock from behind, your airway closing from the grip. You tapped his arm and he released you abruptly letting you fall to the floor. “Nice effort. Maybe next time!” He chortled. A black pair of boots entered your eye line, you looked up to see Kylo had joined. He held out his hand and you gratefully took it so he could pull you to your feet.

“Nearly,” he said softly. His rich cinnamon coloured eyes checking you swiftly for injuries.

“I’m alright, don’t go easy on them,” you whispered, knowing that if Kylo was here training was about to get serious. You found a seat near the back, you’d seen plenty of training sessions and people died in the front row. It had got to the point where Phasma would remove her troopers from the area so Kylo and his Knights had use of all the space. You watched your Alpha as he shed his cowl and top layer of armour leaving him in just his black tank top, leather trousers and boots. He flexed his shoulders, your eyes following the curve of his back hungrily, already knowing how this training session was going to end. The way they all ended, with him between your legs.

The Knights fanned out in a semi circle all facing Kylo as he bounced on the balls of his feet, with a flick of his wrist the lightsaber crackled to life, the glow of the crossguard flaring brightly before they rushed him.

Your heart beat rapidly with every spark that flew, with every grunt, with every movement that flowed from that man as he spent the entire training session besting his own men.

You didn’t notice at first that someone else had slipped into a seat near the door until his scent subtly weaved its way to you. It was searing, distracting, spicy and rich, a heady peppery aroma that you hadn't experienced before. Tearing your eyes away from the sweaty men below you studied the man that had come in. You could see from the silver bands on his sleeves he was a General, judging from his bright, slicked back ginger hair and high cheekbones this was General Hux. You had been on this ship for years and not once had you spoken to this man, oh you’d heard everything Kylo thought about him. Their fight for dominance was constant apparently, you had yet to see it for yourself. Your nose twitched, the longer he sat there the stronger his scent became. You could sense he was a strong Alpha, his presence was hard to ignore and you found yourself watching him out of your peripheral vision. He sat straight, his own gaze trained solely on the men fighting, his fists were clasped together in his lap and you saw him roll his lips in irritation. Such pink, plush lips…

“Ren!” His shout made you jump, movement ceased below and all you could hear was the heavy breathing of Kylo and his Knights.

“What?” Shouted Kylo, his blade retracting.

“Leader Snoke has requested you.” The General rose, adjusting his cuffs as he waited for Kylo to get redressed. You stood taking a step forward when his green gaze was drawn to you. The intensity of it made you freeze on the spot, you saw his eyes quickly take you in before turning sharply on his heel and opening the door. You moved, standing beside the seats as Kylo took the stairs two at a time, his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in for a deep kiss.

“Wait for me,” he requested and you nodded, feeling slightly disappointed as he swept from the training area, Hux casting you one last look before the door shut behind them.

—

You noted the time on the datapad, according to the ship's cycle it was late. Getting up you sighed, pulling the light dressing gown you had on around your body in effort to ward off the chill that was creeping in. Leaning heavily against the counter you poured a cup of caf, hoping you could stay awake until Kylo returned. Your head shot up at the sound of the door opening and he stormed in. He slammed his helmet onto the table, his hair was fanned out around his face, his pale skin flushed, his eyes glinting with the anger that simmered under the surface. You heard the clip of his saber when he yanked it off his belt and you knew what was coming next, but you really liked that couch.

“Kylo!” He turned quickly at the sound of your voice. Only you would be brave enough to stop his need to destroy something. “Don’t you think there’s a better way to work that anger out?” You cocked a suggestive eyebrow before heading into the bedroom, your hand trailing against the wall.

You didn’t need to see him to know how he was reacting, the way his fists would be clenching, his gaze looking down at his saber before rising to look at the bedroom doorway. The decision between ruining his quarters and ruining you tumbling about in his mind. You smirked at the sound of his heavy footsteps, his hands aggressive as they grabbed you. His lips were bruising as he kissed you roughly, all his pent up aggression was now focussed on you and making himself feel better. His hands were greedy as they travelled over your body, crushing you to him but you just revelled in his touches. He pushed the gown off your shoulders before he shoved you backwards onto the bed. You fell with a soft gasp, his hand grabbing your legs to drag you to the edge of the bed. He fell to his knees, his large hands spreading your thighs so the cold air tickled your already weeping cunt.

“You’re always so ready for me, Omega.” His voice was gravelly and deep, sending a shiver through your body.

“Yes Alpha! Always!” The ridges from his leather gloves dug into the softness of your inner thigh, the touch so close to where you needed his fingers to be. You wiggled slightly trying to encourage him to move but he slapped your thigh in annoyance. You inhaled sharply at the sting, not wanting to make a noise, he was in that mood.

“Don’t. Move.” His deep baritone voice was made even deeper by the fury and desire that coursed through his body. You knew if you behaved he would reward you. One finger traced lightly over your folds, you dragged your lip into your mouth desperately trying not to move or cry out. Slowly his finger dipped inside of you, the cool feel of the leather felt smooth against the wetness that pooled inside you. He huffed, his face leaning against your thigh, watching closely as he dragged his finger back out of you. “Is this all for me Omega?”

“Yes!” You breathed in a rush, fighting a moan as he dipped his face closer. His tongue was warm and soft, dragging it in a slow swipe over you making your legs shake slightly. Your back arched when he pushed two gloved fingers into you, tendrils of pleasure already creeping up your spine. His tongue explored you thoroughly, licking slowly, his fingers working you gently.

You had expected him to be rougher, more forceful but he was taking his time tonight. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but all thoughts fled from your mind when he curled his fingers into that magic spot inside you, at the same he pressed his tongue against your clit and wiggled it side to side. One of your hands flew to his hair, tangling in the inky strands, the other fisted in the sheets beneath you. Your mouth opened wide, your eyes clenched shut making white spots cloud your vision. Pleasure vibrated down your legs, it took all of your self control not to crush his head with your thighs but your fingers pressed down on him, pulling him closer into you. A satisfied hum rumbled from him straight into your cunt, your walls fluttering tightly around his fingers. A needy whine escaped you just as his tongue pressed against you again, abruptly breaking the band that had coiled in your lower belly. You were vaguely aware of Kylo licking up everything you gave him while you rode the high that coursed through your body until your legs relaxed back onto the covers. You didn’t open your eyes but you could hear him undressing, his armour falling to the floor before the mattress dipped with his weight. He hauled you back up the bed with one arm, your body limp and pliable in his hands.

“My good Omega,” he rumbled. His nose pressed into the gland in your neck, inhaling you deeply. He gathered you to him, covering your body with his and he guided his cock into your dripping entrance. You moaned at the sensation, your head rising off the bed to kiss his shoulder, nibbling your way down his collar bone. His hand came up to cup your face, his tongue licking deeply into your mouth as he pressed into you. Your musky scent clung to his skin and it seemed to heighten everything for you, the way your pheromones mingled together was arousing and addictive. Your hips bucked into him but he leaned heavily on your pelvis, stopping your motion. “So greedy…I want to take my time.”

“Kylo…” the need for him to rut into you was making you desperate. He stole any more words straight from your mouth with a fierce kiss, the hand that cupped your cheek slipped down to your throat, his thumb trailing pure fire along your jawline. “Kylo please!”

“Enough!” He half shouted, his entire body tensing. The hand around your throat tightened. “You will obey Omega.” You nodded, he didn’t press his dominance onto you very often but when he did you had no choice but to comply. He exhaled through his nose, the tension melting from his muscles as he did.

“I am yours,” you whispered nuzzling into his neck, pulling him back to you. Fingers tangling back into his hair, his lips caressing the delicate skin on your cheeks. To your relief he began to move, you wrapped your legs around him feeling that he needed to be as close to you as possible. Your hand explored his back, tracing the flex of his muscles every time he slowly dragged his cock out of you only to plunge back in eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

He picked up the pace, his nose pressing against your face as he kissed you deeply, his hand still holding you in place by the throat. He pulled away slightly, his eyes filling your vision, watching every little expression of pleasure that crossed your face as he built up the intense pleasure inside you once again. The force of his hips rutting into yours had you moving up the bed, your hand went to press on the headboard holding yourself steady. The lewd sound of your wetness filled the room and his hand dipped between your sweating bodies to tease your clit. He swelled inside you, a moan rippling from deep within his chest as his knot locked him in place. Your release came swiftly after, your body unravelling beneath him for a second time, your cries muffled as you buried your face into his warm chest. He held you close to him, his face nestling in your mating gland and you found yourself thinking it wouldn’t be so bad if you let him. If he was to bite you right now, you’d be his forever. His lips skated over the sensitive spot but he paused when you tensed.

“We should talk about this,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry. I think…I’ve belonged to someone before,” you finished in a whisper. He sagged slightly and you moved, making him look at you, noticing how tired and crestfallen he looked. “I am yours, I don’t want anyone else but please, I’m just not ready.”

“You know I wouldn’t treat you like a slave.”

“I know,” you kissed his freckles that dotted his pale face. “I know.” His eyes fluttered closed with your delicate touches, his expression relaxing slightly.

“Snoke is sending me on a mission.” You paused.

“Ok. How long for?” Kylo sighed and rolled off you, heading into the bathroom. You heard the tap go and then he returned with a warm wet cloth. He gently ran the cloth over your body, cleaning you as best he could.

“I don’t know.” He finally replied and suddenly all his behaviour made sense. He sounded detached from the situation and you knew all he was worried about was leaving you.

“I’ll be safe, I can order my suppressants and I’ll be fine.” You watched as he trailed the cloth up your stomach.

“I don’t like the idea of leaving you for an unknown amount of time. I should be looking after you.” You rested a hand on his.

“What sort of mission is it?” He shifted and sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, clutching the cloth in his hands.

“There has been an awakening. Within the force and Snoke wants us to eradicate it before it becomes a threat.”

“Are the Knights going too?” He nodded. You scooched forward, carefully turning his head so he had to look at you, your hand brushing damp strands of hair out of his eyes. “I will be fine.” You reaffirmed again. He nodded but you could tell but the way he moved he didn’t believe that. “When do you leave?” You asked him and he paused at the refresher doorway.

“As soon as I’ve got dressed.” That soon. No wonder he was desperate and angry all at once. You stood, sliding the gown over your body and tying it while he showered in the ‘fresher. You headed back into the living area wrapping your hands around the now cold cup of caf, your gaze staring out the viewport at the rushing lights of hyperspace. Yes Kylo had been gone on missions before but for a few days, maybe a whole week once, but this sounded different. You placed a hand on your chest feeling your heart pounding, emotion rose at the back of your neck, your muscles tensing but you fought it. If he saw just a sliver of weakness from you he would go against orders and you couldn’t allow Kylo to fall to the abuse of that monster, not again.

Your eyes flickered closed when he came up behind you, you expected him to reach for you but he didn’t. His scent filled the space between you, strong and familiar, deep and woodsy. He leaned forward, his face just hovering over your shoulder, his hands clenched tightly closed at his sides. He sighed, huffing his warm breath against the side of your face and you felt the pressure of your tears pricking your eyes. You were rigid, fighting the urge to tell him not to go, wanting desperately to feel his hands on you again, to bury yourself in his embrace, to coat yourself in his delicious scent time and time again. But you didn’t, he had a duty, orders. You felt your resolve crumbling and it was like he knew. He stepped back, the absence of his warmth leaving a void at your back, then suddenly he was gone. The door softly hissing closed and finally you let the burning sob erupt from your chest, your face falling into your hand to muffle your cries. You knew he’d be back as soon as he could but now you were an Omega without her Alpha and the feeling of loss was already staining you.

Coughing you tried to get a hold of yourself, dabbing your wet eyes while berating yourself softly. You put the cup down and headed back to bed, burying your face into the bedsheets and smelling his comforting scent and instantly your body relaxed. You were going to be fine, this was fine.

—

“You have been assigned to me.” You frowned up at the Chrome clad Captain.

“What do you mean, assigned?” You heard the hiss of a sigh through her helmet at your haughty tone.

“I have been tasked with your well-being,” she drawled as though it was the last thing she wanted to do. “Seeing as I have recruits to train you need to come with me to the training ground so I can babysit you.” You bristled at her, already hating this new arrangement, you had been quite content for the last few days, sitting in Kylo’s quarters and reading a decent manuscript on the datapad.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” You went to shut the door on her but an arm shot out and grabbed you in a deceptively tight grip.

“I have orders,” she said silkily, leaving no more room for arguing.

“Fine.” You snapped. “I need to take a trip to the medbay and get my suppressants.”

“How long do you have left?” She asked. “Because orders are to confine you to your quarters during your heat.”

“I would have done that anyway,” you grumbled. “I have a couple of weeks yet.” She gave a barely perceptible nod before striding off and expecting you to follow.

She took you to the medbay, standing to one side while you spoke to the Beta, Laila at the desk.

“I am here for my suppressants, my Alpha is away.”

“Did you put the order in?” You frowned, usually they just handed them over.

“Yes, Commander Ren normally puts in a request before he leaves.” Laila shook her head.

“Not this time, would you like to do the order yourself?”

“Well yes of course I would.” Thankfully you arrived here in plenty of time before your heat. You watched as she tapped on the screen, a small frowning tugging on her brows.

“I’m afraid our stores are empty.” You didn’t register her words at first, a quick laugh erupting from you when disbelief set in.

“But my Alpha isn’t here,” you repeated.

“I’m sorry, it will take about 6 weeks to get a new shipment…” you snarled and slammed your fist on the counter cutting her explanation short. Phasma shifted slightly next to you.

“I don’t have weeks!” You shouted, making her flinch. “Why wasn’t it ordered?” You demanded gruffly, fear spiked making you act out.

“I-I don’t know! I’m sorry.” Her fingers flew over the screen. “I can order some now and maybe they will come soon but you will have to go through at least one heat without your Alpha, unless he returns in time.” You glared at her, your eyes boring into hers as you leaned forward.

“For your sake, you better hope he returns or the shipment gets here in time.” Without another word you strode off, Phasma catching up to you with long strides.

“I see why he chose you,” she stated.

“Excuse me?” You fumed quietly. Fixing your gaze on her helmet as you stormed down the corridor.

“Ren, only a strong Omega would be a good match for him.” Her comment stunned you for a moment, you’d never thought of yourself as ‘strong.’ Probably because it had been beaten into you that you were a worthless Omega, good enough for one thing and one thing only.

You followed Phasma into the training ground and sat in the seat she pointed to, ready to be bored senseless as she drilled her troopers. Your chin rested in your hand when an overpowering scent hit you, it was the same as yesterday, strong and spicy. It seared into your nostrils and you breathed deeply letting it fill your insides. You sat up not wanting to look like you were seeking him out, a glimpse of red hair caught your eye and you saw he was headed to the punch bags over the far side. He was in joggers and white tank top, he was fiddling with the bands on his hands, his vibrant hair flopping over his brow as he nodded at the Lieutenant. You couldn’t hear what they were saying and you tried to tear your gaze away but it was like he was a magnet for your attention. Once the Lieutenant had left he started working out and you were almost salivating at the sight. He very quickly worked up a sweat, it beaded on his brow and seeped into his hair, you could see the dampness of his body as his top clung to his skin and you swallowed harshly. Your eyes tracked down his body, checking out the flex of his back, the strain in his arms, the way his feet shifted and the delicious sounds he made with the effort of each hit. Your thoughts wandered, touching on the idea that he made similar noises in bed, maybe he sweated that much during his rut and you caught yourself imagining what his knot would feel like …

This was ridiculous you told yourself, it was purely because Kylo wasn’t here, that was all. Your body was betraying you, but the longer he worked out the more his pheromones teased your senses. You tried to cover your nose, watching the troopers go through the motions with Phasma but you couldn’t concentrate. You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to ease the tension that was gathering across your shoulders.

“Are you going to sit there until he gets back?” You jumped up, a flush creeping under your skin as your eyes raked over the tall sweating, pheromone emitting Alpha that stood before you. “I’ve seen you train,” he confessed brazenly, his bright green eyes meeting your wide staring gaze. “You should keep it up for when he returns.”

“Y-yes General.” He nodded.

“I’ll see you here tomorrow.” You watched him walk away, your mouth open slightly at the realisation of what you had just agreed to. Training with General Hux.

—

You were waiting for Phasma the next morning, a little spring in your step when you answered the door. You were already in your work out gear, a pair of leggings and a tank top, some comfy shoes on your feet. Your eagerness was palpable and you heard Phasma sigh through her helmet.

“You are…perky this morning.” The discomfort she felt at your behaviour was evident and you smiled a little.

“I decided not to sit around, General Hux gave me the idea to train instead.” You tossed out his name like it was nothing, trying to ignore the flip your stomach gave when you said it, berating yourself. Kylo had been gone a single cycle and already you were thinking of another Alpha. Your thoughts became heavy, the bounce in your step faltered as you realised, maybe you should have bonded with him, taken that step for him and to keep yourself safe. A myriad of emotions flashed through you and suddenly everyone you walked past was a potential threat. Without the protection of your suppressants or your Alpha here you were at risk of creating a rut through the entire ship. You paused at the door and Phasma turned, your worried expression reflected back at you off her shiny helmet, her head cocked slightly.

“He will not like to be kept waiting,” she insisted, leaving no room for hesitation. You stepped past her, your skin rippling with goosebumps as nervousness filled you. Every noise made you flinch, the clash of the wooden training staffs, the rattle of the chains that held the punch bags, the smack of a body falling onto a training mat. Every grunt, moan and cry had the hairs rising on the back of your neck, until you smelled him. The richness of his peppery scent seemed to calm the churning thoughts in your mind, this was an Alpha who would look after you, who other Alphas deferred to. You left Phasma’s side, your feet carrying you across the floor to Hux, he was dressed the same as yesterday in fresh clothes. His hair soft and clean as it feathered across his brow, he was talking to the same Lieutenant, his long fingers flexing as he adjusted the bands on his hands. His green eyes rose, catching you staring at him, watching you approach but his expression didn’t change.

“Thank you Dopheld, you know where to find me.”

“General.” The Lieutenant glanced at you, not able to hide the surprise he felt at seeing you approach, so much so he didn’t move until Hux cleared his throat in warning.

“I’m sorry General if my presence is…unwanted,” you murmured quietly.

“That’s not what it is,” he replied firmly. “Shall we?” To your shock he gestured to an empty training mat and you agitated the hem of your top.

“Sir, is this wise?” You whispered.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to? Is it wise to train? Yes.” You sensed the undertone of annoyance in his voice and it made your body tense up.

“I-I mean training with me in such….close quarters.” His hand clenched tightly into a fist and you wondered if you’d angered him.

“You’ll find I’m not like the other Alphas you are used to. You have nothing to fear from me, Omega.” Did he know? He must know where Kylo had saved you from, what he saved you from, but you didn’t ask as you moved onto the mat. “Have you stretched?” He asked, clearly unperturbed by this whole situation, the complete opposite to you. Your thoughts were scatty and you felt jumpy, his rich scent wrapped around you like a comforting blanket but it still couldn’t calm you entirely.

“Yes, in my quarters,” you replied.

“Then let’s begin.” He bested you easily, you could see the attack coming but your distraction led you to being slammed into the mat almost immediately. He hauled you up with annoyance clear in his features. “You train with the Knights of Ren and you’re letting a General beat you?” He goaded. “Get it together Omega.”

“Yes Sir.” This time a few blows were traded before he had you pinned between his legs. He let you up but you ignored his offered hand of help. He bested you again and again, determination settling inside you as you wiped the sweat off your brow. He was right, you’d put Cardo on his back, this General was slim and lean, nothing like the Knights. You lunged forward catching him by surprise but he corrected himself, he went to spin you and claim you in a headlock but you ducked, weaving out his reach and dragging his arm forcefully up behind his back bringing the Alpha to his knees. He looked up at you, a sheen of sweat glinted on his pale skin, his rich red hair flopped into his bright green eyes and he smiled slightly. His chest heaved from the exertion making his speech breathless.

“Good,” you released him feeling a sense of satisfaction when he rubbed his wrist and worked his shoulder to loosen it up. “That was good Omega, not many people have bested me.” He acknowledged softly.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked, seeing his hand flex.

“Nothing I can’t handle. Same time tomorrow?” He asked and your heart fluttered as you blinked up at him in surprise.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

You tried to breathe through your mouth but his scent was all over your clothes. It was intoxicating and as soon as you were in your quarters you were pulling your top off and scrunching it up under your nose. You couldn't explain it, the way his scent sang to you, creating threads of light in your mind and your pupils dilated. You growled, burying your face into the material as you chased the peppery aroma and you felt the heat begin to gather in your belly. You groaned, dragging yourself to the shower and throwing the clothes in the hamper. As soon as the water hit your skin you relaxed, his scent washing away and your mind began to clear in the steam of the refresher. You took longer than you needed, washing yourself three times making sure you were scent free but as soon as you stepped out you could smell the clothes in the hamper.

“Fuck…” you twisted your hands together, fighting the urge to rip the dirty clothes out and rub yourself with his scent all over again. “No.” You marched out, shutting the door behind you, the tension flowing from you as you breathed the clean air of your bedroom. You sighed, looking out at the stars as the ship hung in the infinity of the Galaxy. “Kylo, where are you?”

—

A week had passed, your daily sessions with Hux were something you looked forward to, smothering yourself in him and then coming back to your quarters to relieve yourself. At first you had resisted, it made you feel dirty smelling another Alpha as you brought yourself to orgasm but without your suppressants or Kylo you had no choice the nearer it got to your heat.

You felt agitated as you followed Phasma down the corridor. Your skin felt tender, noises were more prominent to your sensitive ears and you could smell everything. Even Phasma, her soft Beta scent had a muted fruity aroma which you didn’t want to shy away from. You stumbled slightly as the wall of Alpha smells hit you at the training ground, there were so many, woody smells, musky smells, fruity smells, herby smells all coming together in a heady cloud that clogged your throat.

“Good morning Phasma,” you zeroed in on his voice. Finally picking out his scent as he approached, you felt like an animal as you scented the air, your eyes blowing wide when you caught whiffs of earthy undertones coming from him and it took all your control not to bury yourself into him. “Shall we?” He asked, nodding your legs moved but they felt detached. Like you were stepping on sponges as you both moved over to the mat. You weren’t sure what was happening, your already sensitive skin itched with a prickly heat and you rolled your shoulders in an effort to lessen the effect. “You seem tense this morning. Not looking forward to me beating you again?” He sneered. You tilted your head back, your hand behind your neck and you looked him over not liking the rippling heat searing just under your skin.

“I’m sure I will be better today,” you replied but in all honesty you just wanted to get close to him, to coat yourself in that strong Alpha scent that haunted you. He came at you, every touch of his hands started a chain reaction in your body, every mark he left seemed to imprint on your skin, flaring with a blazing heat and you couldn’t concentrate. Suddenly the world tipped and he was above you, his body crowding you, your wrists pinned above your head and you bit back a moan.

“You are not better today. You are distracted,” he pointed out gruffly.

“Apologies General.” He moved so you could get up but you didn’t want to leave the coolness of the mat. You were sweating more than normal, swiping your brow you couldn’t help but think you wanted this to end except Hux was relentless. Time and time again he had you on the floor, making comments about your lack of concentration and all you could was apologise as you stared up at the ceiling once again.

“I think that’s enough for today. Hopefully you’ll be in better form tomorrow,” he snapped. You felt a well of sadness erupt inside you as he walked away, Alpha angry! He’s upset with you, he doesn’t want you… Sighing you picked yourself up off the floor, ignoring the voice in your mind. It was just a by-product of your nature, you wiped your face with a towel but when you lowered it you were aware of many sets of eyes on you. Officers all over the training ground were staring at you with a bright hunger in their eyes making you feel very exposed. You were drenched in Hux’s scent and all you wanted to do was go back to your quarters and relieve this burn between your legs. You didn’t even take the time to tell Phasma where you were going, you hurried from the training ground slamming straight into the Lieutenant.

“I’m sorry…” he started but his mouth stopped moving. His pupils blew wide and you backed away from him in horror. “You smell amazing!” He advanced, his hands out to grab you but you wrenched them behind his back dragging a rough gasp from him and bringing him to his knees. You released him and ran to your quarters, adrenaline pounded through your body. It was too early! You still had another week at least….but judging by the fire that laced your veins you had no time left at all. You locked the door and succumbed immediately to the need coursing through your body, you scrunched the top into a tight fist and dragged it to your nose. Your other hand delved deeply into your leggings feeling how wet and ready you were. Your fingers moved with precision, knowing exactly what pressure and how you needed it to bring yourself to a relief as quickly as possible. You laid on the floor, Hux’s spicy scent clouded your mind and his name was in your mouth as pleasure flooded your body. You relaxed letting your legs go slack, your hand still in your leggings. You hadn’t experienced a heat early in years, you barely felt your heats anymore because Kylo was nearly always here or the suppressants made it none existent.

Now though, it was like your body knew and was trying to attract a new Alpha. You sucked in the scent off your top, breathing the General’s earthy tones and searing smell so much it felt like it was scorching your nostrils. You began to imagine what his skin felt like, how soft his hair was, what his cock felt like pounding in and out of you.

“Oh no…” you groaned as your back arched off the floor. Your hand working around your clit trying to bring you slower to the point of no return this time. Obscene noises fell from your lips as you dipped your fingers into your hungry cunt, spreading your hot slick all over yourself. “Oh Maker please…” you begged softly. You knew you wouldn’t be able to satisfy your more intense cravings but this would have to do for now. Pleasure skitted through your body like electrical currents, your mouth open wide but no sound now came out as you trembled with the intensity of your release. Once you’d relaxed you managed to shed your clothes and made your way to the shower. If you could shed Hux’s scent your heat might calm down, maybe.

—

All you could think about was the pain, desperately shoving your fingers into your wanting cunt did nothing to calm the fire that raged through your body. You were sweating heavily, your hair matted and damp against the bedsheets. You quickly brought yourself to orgasm, your legs shaking violently but it just made your need more acute. Water, maybe drinking some water would ease your suffering. You managed to stand on your shaky legs, every step teasing your core, your juices staining your inner thighs. You fumbled with the glass, barely aware you couldn’t hold it straight as cold water cascaded over your hands. Damn him! Damn him and his pheromones kicking you into an early heat.

Your door hissed open and you turned, flattening yourself against the counter, his scent already filling your nostrils, clogging your throat, making your body respond in kind.

“You missed our training session…” he trailed off as he registered your half undressed form, the top not doing much to cover your modesty.

“No!” Yes! Yes! Alpha! You shook your head trying to clear your mind of the thoughts and images that erupted in your minds eye. Hux kissing your neck, Hux filling you with his knot, his hands roaming all over your body… “No!” You cried out again. He seemed frozen, his pupils dilated, his hands clasped together at chest height, his nose flared as he drank in your pheromones. He could smell how desperate you were, he could see the pain in your body, the glistening between your legs and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“Omega…” his voice was deep as he fought the rut you were starting inside him. You held your hand out stopping his advance and he snarled, his lip curling in annoyance. “Let me…” help you. Your arm dropped. You wanted him, so desperately wanted him to, the visions in your mind playing out like a movie. His movements were jerky as he tugged at the fastenings on his tunic, he was beginning to burn up, an intense fever to match your own. He paced along the invisible line you had set, his eyes never leaving your face, he ripped his gloves off and ran his fingers through his bright hair pulling it free of the gel. A slight whimper escaped you at the sight, you were drowning in his presence and he wasn’t even touching you, the only thing keeping you present was the counter corner biting into your hand. Your heart pounded in your chest, desire curling up inside you making the pain reach a crescendo and you cried out, your thighs squeezing together in an effort to curb it all but you were losing yourself.

“Alpha…” he was before you in three large strides, the sensation of his hands on your skin as he picked you up minutely eased the pain. Your body was limp in his grasp, he carried you to the bedroom placing you gently on the sheets. He went to move away but you whined, grabbing his tunic and dragging him to you, the sensation of his body covering yours made your back arch desperately. The material of your top rubbed your nipples eliciting a groan from you and he buried his face in your neck breathing you in, his hips rutting against your body. Control was slipping, soon all that existed between you both was the need to satisfy, the burning desire to please one another. Your head swam at the feel of his hand between your legs and you were vaguely aware of his moan that rumbled from his chest at the taste of you as he licked his fingers. He was whispering, murmuring praise at you, his voice pleasing to your ears and you grinned, biting your lip as you writhed against him. Your hands moved, feeling the hardness of his erection burning through his trousers. You mumbled some words and he pulled your hands away from him making your eyes fly open in surprise.

“Say it again,” he insisted firmly.

“Mmm,” your head rolled as a wave of heat slammed into you. He was taking too long. Before he could react you shoved him over, pinning him to the mattress and going for his trousers again. His hands fought yours and you almost snarled at him.

“I need you to say it.” He was all but panting beneath you, the lust shining in his eyes but still he had the mental capacity to get you to verbally consent. You grabbed his hands and yanked them as far over his head as you could, kneeling over his hard body, trailing your nose along the line of his exposed neck. The scent from his gland was overpowering, making your mouth water at the thought of biting deeply into his flesh and claiming him as your Alpha.

“I want you buried so deep inside me I forget my own name,” you whispered, your tongue shooting out to lick the soft lobe of his ear. You shoved your hips down against him moaning at the feel of his hard cock, he leaned up to kiss you but something made you turn your head at the last second and he got your cheek. You released him and sat up, he helped you push his garments down, his cock springing into your hands as a new intense wave of heat flushed your body, prickling it’s way down your spine.

You lost all sense of awareness, satisfying your heat the only driving force inside you as your hips lined up over him. Your hands rested on his chest, a growl rolling from you as you sat yourself firmly on his cock. You gasped, throwing your head back at the feel of this big, strong Alpha deep within you. He sat up, shedding his tunic in rush and wrapping his arms around your gyrating body, you shivered as he shoved the top on you out of the way, he nipped and and sucked on the pliable flesh of your breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers feeding the craving for pleasure that tormented you both. His teeth nibbled their way up your neck, respectfully avoiding your mating gland and working along your jawline. You could hear the cries of pleasure that exploded from your throat, so lost in the throes of your heat, in the need for release that you barely registered Hux was being as vocal as you were. He tried to kiss you again but your hand pulled on his hair yanking his head back. His cock swelled inside you, his knot sealing him to you as he cummed deeply into your cunt with a low guttural noise. His hand moved fast, his thumb flicking your clit and helping you over the last hurdle, he cursed when your cunt clamped down, milking him completely dry as your body shuddered vigorously.

You slumped into him breathing deeply. You let him lay down, resting you on his chest and his long fingers traced a pattern on your back like he didn’t want to stop touching you. Your heat trickled away to a low shimmer and suddenly you were hit with clarity, a well of emotion rose from your chest, a soft sob breaking through as tears filled your eyes. His fingers stopped their movement but he didn’t say anything, he tried to offer comfort with an embrace but it did nothing to curb the guilt that now suffused your thoughts.

As soon as you were able you detangled from him and went to shut yourself in the refresher, sliding down against the closed door as sobs wracked your body. You felt ashamed that you were so weak, that you had given in so easily as soon as the General had appeared. You crawled to the shower, already feeling the lick of heat at your core, you were reaching the middle of the wave where it was the most intense leaving you and your Alpha exhausted at the end. As the water flowed over your tender skin you realised that it didn’t feel wrong, yes you felt guilty because you loved Kylo….you leaned forward enjoying the coolness the tiles offered you. That single thought circling round and round in your mind. You loved Kylo, right? The words had never been said out loud between you, he had rescued you, given you a life only an Omega could dream of. You loved him. But did you? You shook your head, turning your face into the water to try and wash those thoughts away. Omegas didn’t fall in love, as your heat reminded you by unfurling again in your gut, Omegas were only good for one thing.

You didn’t even bother to dry off, your feet slapped on the floor as you stepped into the bedroom only to find it empty. You slipped behind that well worn mask, the one that had been shoved upon you since you were a young child. The one that put you in the mindset of Omegas were only good for sex, for pleasing their Alpha. No matter who he was. At the end of the day you were just a means to an end for someone else.

His rich, heady scent was heavy in the air and you knew he hadn’t left, he might have tried but he wouldn’t be able to resist. Not now he’d tasted you, felt you, experienced your heat and really you’d only given him a taster. You moved into the living area, he was dressed and sat on the sofa, his head looked up when he heard you only to do a double take.

“Omega!” Hux exclaimed loudly in surprise.

“What?” You shrugged nonchalantly before grabbing the glass of water and chugging it down, you were starving as well as stupidly thirsty. The sound of water splashing into the glass was the only sound in the room until Hux spoke again.

“I ordered you some food.” He managed to tell you once he’d gained control of his throat once more. You sipped this glass, his admission surprised you slightly. You thought he was just here to get you through the heat and his rut, not that he actually thought about your well-being?

“Well shall we continue?” You asked brightly. “Could get another round in before the food arrives.”

“No.” You turned. He was looking down at his datapad ignoring the incredulous look on your face.

“No?!” You stressed loudly.

“That’s what I said.” You moved around to sit on the other end of the sofa suddenly regretting your naked entrance. You could feel your need building but your hunger was definitely more pressing right now, which your stomach decided to demonstrate right there and then. Hux looked up from his datapad, his eyebrows lifted in shock at the noise and he let out a huff. “I shall check on the status of the food, I suggest you put something on.” He got up and headed out of the quarters without even a backward glance leaving you in stunned silence. How could an Alpha have so much control? Most of them lost their heads once their ruts started, exhausted their Omegas sometimes even killing them, you thought Kylo had been an exception or maybe you’d only seen the worst of Alphas in your time.

You managed to find your gown, there was no point in getting dressed completely as your heat was already creeping through your bloodstream at an alarming rate. You sat at the table just as the door opened, your thighs squeezed together and you tried to concentrate on the smell of the food. You just had to get through this meal, fill your belly and then you’d be lost, swept up in the waves of your nature. Hux placed a plate of some sort of meat and veg before you and then moved quickly away. You could see the flush on his pale skin, the redness as it spread from his neck, to his ears and finally warming those pale cheeks.

“I am sorry.” His green eyes rose to lock with yours.

“What for?” He inquired.

“For not having my suppressants.” Hux pursed his lips as he grabbed his glass.

“From what Phasma told me, that's not your fault. Whoever is responsible will be dealt with accordingly.” You ate another mouthful before forming the thoughts in your head to words.

“You can go, I can use someone of lesser…importance. You must be so busy, you don’t have time to pander to me…”

“Is that what you want?” He asked a little quickly, his gaze piercing as he tried to figure out what you were thinking. Your hand slammed onto the table, a spasm rolling through your body.

“N-no!” You gasped. “I f-feel safe with you.” You grunted against the intense flare of your heat, desperately wanting to finish your meal.

“I am honoured you feel that way.” You looked up at him trying not to pant and it shocked you to see he was suffering as much as you were. Sweat beaded on his brow soaking into his bright hair, his pupils were blown wide at your scent filling the air and he tugged on the collar of his uniform. A whine escaped you as the burn in your blood began to hurt, prickling it’s way through your body. You tried to stand but your legs refused to work and you fell to the floor. His chair scraped loudly on the floor and he beside you in a moment, his voice a low hum as his hands reached for you.

“Omega, tell me what you want.” Your lips felt thick, a sheen of sweat was covering your body and all you could do was act. You grabbed one of his hands that hovered over your body and shoved it between your legs gasping at the coolness of him compared to you. His fingers were precise in their movements, rolling your clit gently, swiping along your folds and coating them with your slick. You lay down on the floor and he moved above you, his hair hanging over you and you saw how much better he looked like this. “You feel so good Omega,” his voice was husky with his own desire and you groaned, pulling your legs up to move him between them. Gone was General Hux of the First Order and in his place was a heated Alpha ready to please his Omega. His hand left you to deftly undo the fastening on his trousers and he shoved them down his thighs. Your hands were needy on his hips, your nails digging in enough to make him snarl. “So rough,” he rasped. His hands rested on the floor either side of your head and he dipped down to kiss your lips but you moved offering your neck. He hesitated, just a fraction before burying his face into the dip between your neck and shoulder. You guided his hips forcefully into you, moaning at the sensation of his cock pushing into your soaking cunt, your hands slid over the curve of his backside to push him in until he bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he choked, one arm buckled and he fell onto his elbow, his entire body quivered and you could tell he was holding back but you didn’t want him to.

“General,” you slurred through the intoxicating sensation of your heat and the beast roared inside you, ready to be appeased.

“Yes?”

“Take me,” his shuddery breath was warm as it drifted over your skin and thankfully he didn’t need telling again. His hips rutted into you, almost smashing you into the floor but you didn’t care. The haze of your impending orgasm fell over your mind making you burn with the all consuming desire for release. You cried out, not even sure what you were saying over the noise of your bodies meeting on the hard floor.

“Cum for me Omega!” He growled. It crashed into you, forcing the air out of your lungs with its intensity and for a moment the burning ache was appeased.

To your disappointment Hux pulled away to start stripping his uniform off entirely. You moved on all fours already feeling the need to orgasm again but you wanted the bed this time, only you never made it. His body collided with yours, driven mad by your scent and his need to rut you’d barely moved two strides before he was shoving himself back into you. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he claimed you fiercely from behind, his hands grabbing at any part of you he could reach. Your fingers clawed the floor, trying to hold yourself steady against him to get the friction your body needed for that ease to your desire. You closed your eyes, your body singing at the way he was dominating you, his hand curled over the front of your throat and he pulled you slightly against him. Your breath hitched, your knees almost buckling from the force he was putting your body under but you welcomed it. This is what you needed, this is what you wanted to curb the blazing pulse that throbbed deep inside you. His fingers tensed around the column of your throat and your eyes rolled slightly as sparks seemed to skate over your skin.

“You’re taking me so well Omega,” the praise he grunted at you made you smile through your pleasurable delirium making your entire body tremble in his grip. You were close, so close. His cock swelled inside you setting off a chain reaction within your body, the sparks across your skin exploded and you felt yourself dissolving into the pleasure that spread from your core. Your thoughts scattered, your vision faded making the room lose focus around you. A strangled cry made its way from your constricted throat as he filled you, pushing into you with every pulse until he couldn’t anymore, his knot sealing him in place. You collapsed forward, your sweaty arms landing with a slap onto the smooth floor, his dripping body covered yours, praise falling his lips and dancing on your sensitive skin. Both of you were panting, trying to gather yourselves before the next wave hit. His hands were softer as he pulled you close to him, as soon as he could he was lifting you off the floor and heading into the bedroom. You lost all sense of time, your mind lost in the joining of your bodies and the relief it offered you both. You were vaguely aware of the way he gasped your name, the feel of his hair in your fingers, your body pressed tightly against his, the fold of your legs as you pulled him closer. Soon your heat abated enough for you to sleep and you gratefully sunk into the depths of exhaustion.

—

You woke with a start, already the itching sensation of your heat was clawing its way through your body and you shuddered. You went to move but there was a weight on your legs, you looked up in the dim light of the bedroom and you stilled. Hux was asleep, his arm thrown protectively over the top of your head, his face resting on the pillow at your shoulder, you could feel his legs entwined with yours and you settled back down into the covers. Your eyes studied him, he really was a handsome man, his red hair was a mess where you had run your fingers through it countless times, you noticed for the first time a soft smattering of freckles across his nose. His eyes lashes were pale against his cheeks but up this close you could see how long they really were.

“Like what you see, Omega?” He rumbled sleepily and you jumped. Quickly removing yourself from him and gathering a sheet around your body.

“I er…need to use the ‘fresher.” You backed up, watching the way his muscles flexed when he stretched, already your insides quivering. You winced when you used the toilet, feeling the rawness between your legs that only a bath could soothe. You got in before the water had even finished filling the tub and you groaned in delight as the warm water caressed your tired and sore body. Now you were in a better light you could see the bruises that littered you, blossoming under your skin, your fingers sought out the bite mark on your shoulder, feeling the bumps from his teeth. You felt tender all over and oddly satisfied. Although that was slowly being eaten away by the fresh burn of your heat, accompanied by the pain of hunger in your stomach. You lay there for as long as you could until you started getting restless, you got out and dried off grabbing some fresh clothes and covering yourself for what felt like the first time in days. Your eyebrows rose when you entered the bedroom, the bed was made up with fresh sheets and the aroma of breakfast made your mouth water. Hux was sitting at the table, fully dressed in a fresh uniform although the top fastenings were undone giving you a view of his collarbone. He had a cup of caf in one hand and a datapad in the other. You sat down with a sigh of contentment, grabbing some bread and tearing into it while guzzling some caf after the first mouthful.

“Slow down you’ll give yourself indigestion,” he told you in a quiet tone.

“I can’t help it, I'm starving!”

“It’s been 36 hours.” You slammed your cup down in surprise and he finally looked up at you. “Is that not normal?” He asked curiously.

“Well, no…yes? I’m not overly sure. With Kylo…” you stopped talking. It was different with Kylo, but you couldn’t really explain how. It all seemed so much more intense with Hux and yet he acted like this wasn’t very intense for him at all. More of a chore, an inconvenience maybe, you were keeping him from important matters that no doubt needed his attention. “I understand if you need to be elsewhere,” you said stiffly, noticing his attention was already back on his datapad.

“I am quite happy where I am,” he affirmed softly and you found the tension that had gathered in your shoulders ease slightly. You slowed down your eating, watching as he scrolled through reports and whatever else he had to read. His hand was wrapped round the cup and he brought it to his mouth every now and again, his neck rippling with every sip. You found yourself daydreaming, your eyes fixed on the place where his mating gland was, you’d never really given much consideration to mating not even with Kylo. You always told yourself you weren’t ready, but here, now, watching Hux relax in your presence after him satisfying your heat had your mind spiralling into places it had never been before. What were you doing? Kylo was your Alpha and had been for a while, your first heat without him and you were ready to throw in the towel on the whole relationship. Was it a relationship though or a mutual arrangement? Your gaze dropped to your now empty plate, hating for feeling like this but there was just something about Hux and his Alpha scent that you couldn’t shift. It made you feel different, it brought forward emotions and ideas you’d never even thought of before and it knocked you. A hand delicately stroked your own mating gland, when you were a slave you had to wear a collar that covered it so the Alpha who was using you at the time didn’t mate with you in the moment of their rut, because a mated Omega was a useless Omega, for the slave trade anyway.

“Are you alright?” Your gaze rose to meet Hux’s intense green eyes. He looked worried but you put that down to his Alpha nature just wanting to take care of you.

“Yes, I just got dragged into memories.”

“Oh.”

“They just hit me sometimes, the smell, the feel of the collar,” you winced, snatching your hand away from your neck and lowering your head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for you.” You looked up not believing the ruthless General of the First Order was showing you such compassion. “I was there when you were brought on board,” he confessed. His face twisted in disgust as he recalled the memory. “We are trying to abolish places like that, they’re disgusting but that one where you were, was particularly….vile.” He spat the word out, bristling slightly. Now you understood, when you told him you felt safe with him and he said he was honoured, he meant it. Because he knew what you’d been through.

“Why haven’t we crossed paths before now?” Now he smirked, getting up for more caf.

“Well you can blame Ren for that. He kept you hidden, protecting you I suppose.” You stood and took your cup over to where he was standing. He turned, surprise visible on his face at your closeness, you weren’t sure why but you leaned into him, breathing that rich spicy smell that he exuded. It calmed you, even eased the sting of your heat a bit. He stood stock still as you scented him, breathing deeply and evenly, letting him permeate you completely, your body moving on reflex to press into him. Nuzzling the bareness of his neck you inched towards his mating gland, the hotness of Hux’s skin was seeping through his clothes warming your body.

“Omega…” he almost growled in warning, his frame tensing even more.

“Just hold me Alpha,” you whispered softly. Desperate to feel comfort that only he could provide. He did, his arms wrapping you in a tight embrace, his face burying into the top of your head and he breathed you in.

“You are safe here,” he whispered. “Hopefully Ren won’t kill me when he returns.”

“Is that meant to be a joke?” You asked angrily. “I wouldn't let him lay a finger on you anyway.” You both froze at the admission that had fallen from you.

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, Omega, I will take my punishment when it comes.” You tipped your head back to look at him as he gazed down at you. “This has been worth whatever he dishes out to me.” You bit your lip, his face was right there, his lips so close you could see the individual ridges on the pink skin. His eyes roamed over your face, his expression softening slightly at your wide eyed look. It wouldn’t take much you thought, to lean forward and capture his warm lips with your own, to taste the caf he’d been drinking and swallow in his own unique taste. Your skin prickled at the idea, you still hadn’t let him kiss you, it made the rutting less intimate and yet, right now all you wanted was him to kiss you. You wanted to feel his tongue slide over yours, to feel his hand on the side of your face as he deepened the kiss.

His breath fanned over your face as you both inched towards one another, your eyes fluttering closed just as his nose gently bumped yours. His hand settled lightly on your cheek and your breath caught in your chest when his thumb pressed into the corner of your mouth, the tip just pushing past your lips. You frowned slightly, the need to feel his lips on you was consuming you from the inside out but his hand held you in place, teasing you with the ghosting touch of his lips until his commlink went off making you both jump slightly as though you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

You stepped back allowing him to answer, you drifted to the bedroom aware of the lingering tendrils of your heat snaking through your limbs and wanting nothing more than Hux to take care of you.

So you waited, laying on the bed feeling the wetness gather between your legs and still he didn’t appear. You started to get agitated, it didn’t hurt anymore and you could probably take care of yourself to appease your heat but you didn’t want to. You tried to convince yourself you needed a knot to get over this last hurdle, when in truth you wanted his knot. You wanted to feel the way he filled you and without the mind numbing effect of your heat, you wanted to feel him and remember it.

You bit your lip as you ran your hand over the sheets still fighting with yourself, half of you wanted to stay as loyal as you could to Kylo but the other half of you recognised what you had with Hux was totally different. There was just something else, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but everything with Hux was just more intense and dare you think it, better. With an irritated sigh you got off the bed and started stripping. You put on a silky black nightdress that barely reached your thighs and covered it with your black gown that trailed along the floor, leaving it open so it fluttered around you as you walked. You stepped into the living area, his scent curling around you in a comforting way, the spicy aroma strong and vibrant leading you to him as his body called to you. He was sitting on the sofa writing out something on his datapad but he scented you, his pupils blown wide as he looked up.

“O-omega…”

“Ssshhh,” you grabbed the datapad and tossed it on the empty cushion.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He demanded but there was no conviction or anger behind the words. He knew what you were doing. You slowly pulled the short dress up, ruffling it in your fists at abdomen level so you could straddle his lap without any restrictions. He exhaled, loudly with the hint of a growl from the back of his throat.

“General,” you almost purred as you settled on his lap. His hands stayed clenched either side of him but you knew they wouldn’t stay there for long. You felt bold, empowered by something you couldn’t explain as his legs tensed under the softness of your thighs. Your hand shot out, grabbing his throat and his eyes widened in shock. You leaned into him, revelling in the way your scents entwined together in the most delicious heady cocktail. Your hips rolled against him, smothering him in your wetness and you were pleased to feel him already hardening beneath you. You turned his head, leaning forward you began to scent him, dragging your nose and open mouth in a slow teasing line from his exposed clavicle, over the corded tenseness of his neck to his temple. Your eyes rolled and you let out a little whine as his scent fed the needy Omega side of you. Your hips rolled harder against him, seeking that friction your clit needed, the starchy fabric of his uniform providing the perfect purchase. “What’s happening?” You managed to whisper. “Why do I feel so….desperate for you?” You were almost panting in his ear, licking at the moisture from your breath as it settled on the side of his face. He growled again, loud enough for it to tremble to your insides and you cried out softly as the gathering pleasure pooled in your belly. You could feel your cunt weeping, clenching on air as it asked to be filled with him. You could feel him now, hot and throbbing as your dampness leached through his uniform to mingle with his own. You dragged your folds roughly along his length moaning as you tried to recall the way he took you all those hours ago, so rough and ready, your shoulder ached at the memory and you knew you were going to carry that mark for a while.

“It’s just your heat,” he almost wheezed as he tried to not give into the desire that coursed through him. “It will pass.” You sat back slightly, turning his face so his almost black eyes magnetised to yours.

“Do you believe that?” You asked firmly. You couldn’t help feeling powerful at this moment, you had an Alpha like no other pinned beneath you, a strong Alpha at that and he was completely at your mercy, you, an Omega.

“It’s too soon to tell,” he whispered. Your gaze drifted over his fine features as you inhaled through your clenched teeth. Your fingers moved from his throat to explore his face, tracing the line of his lips, his high cheekbones and moving to his brow making his eyes flutter slightly. He had a birthmark and your fingers lightly traced around the slight ridge of it making him tense beneath you. Your fingers ghosted down the line of his nose, taking in the freckles that painted his skin, his eyes watching you intently the whole time. You dragged your fingertips down, applying enough pressure to roll his plush pink bottom lip down to reveal his teeth making you bare yours in return. You could feel his heart pounding beneath your breasts as you crushed yourself to him, his caf tainted breath was heated and ragged as he breathed heavily against your face. You felt it again, pressing your face against him, the need to kiss him, to feel all of him. You released his lip gasping slightly when his hips bucked softly into you, his control finally slipping the longer you coated him in your pheromones. “Use me,” he breathed. “Take what you need from me.” Your body shuddered at the invitation and your hand slid between your warm bodies like it had a mind of its own. You popped his trousers open with ease, closing your eyes as your hand slipped into the opening, feeling the hot and sticky mess inside his pants had you biting back a desperate whine.

He shifted, raising his hips with you still on him so he could drag the material out of the way leaving his straining cock burning into your already sweating skin. You explored him carefully, noting every little hitch in his breath when you swept your thumb over the wet tip, smearing his precum around. You guided your hand down to feel the beginnings of his knot swelling in anticipation and he twitched when you squeezed his girth, feeling how wide he was. He huffed slightly as he tried to keep himself in check, to keep still and let you take what you needed from him. You knelt up, keeping your face pressed against him, your breasts pressing into him and you hovered over where you held him in place. He was quivering now, panting with wild abandon as he waited for you to sit back down, enveloping him with your cunt. You stroked him one more time, dragging a snarl from him and an impatient nip at one of your breasts.

You moved slowly, wanting to savour and commit the way he felt to memory. He was big, his tip alone stretched you but your cunt took him greedily, clenching with every inch that you swallowed up. Every ridge and bump had you trembling from the delicious burn, the stretch not unpleasant and it eased the need inside you. His hands moved now, pressing heavily on your hips so he could push as deeply into you as he could, his face was buried in your shoulder and you felt the graze of his teeth through your gown. You groaned and spread your hips trying to relax them and enjoy the way he made you feel so full.

You shimmed out of your robe letting it flutter to the floor and wrapping your bare arms around his neck holding yourself close to him, drowning in that searing earthy aroma he emitted. His lips were blazing as they kissed the skin he could reach, his teeth pressing teasingly into your flesh and he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling your hips up. Your walls fluttered as his cock dragged out of you, desperately trying to keep him inside you, he held you in place for a moment before slamming you back down onto him. You couldn’t help the cry that was forced out of you, a noise of pure pleasure at the sensations that curled up inside you. His cock twitched at the noise and you felt his arms tighten around you ready to do it again but you broke his hold on you. You sat deeply in his lap, your head falling back at the ache he created deep inside you, a hand flew to grab his neck, pinning him in place. His face twisted in frustration but he didn’t make a move to stop you, instead his hand grabbed your free one, tangling your clammy fingers together and finally you began to move. In this position he nudged the nerves buried in the front of your wall and your mouth opened as the desire licked up your spine. Your gaze stayed locked with his letting him know you were in charge right now, you were taking what you wanted from him and you could see him fighting his Alpha nature, to rise to the challenge you were giving him and dominate you. Your hips settled into an easy rhythm gyrating with purpose as you chased the pleasure that teased you.

Cries fought their way out of your chest and you began to bounce, needing to feel him spear you again and again. You used his hand for leverage, your breasts bouncing as your skin slapped together filling the room with the sounds of your bodies meeting. You inhaled deeply through your nose letting the intense smell of your sex wind it’s way through you heightening the creeping heat as it flushed under your skin. Hux was watching you, his eyes still black with just the sliver of his pale green iris visible, he was biting his bottom lip, a red flush had covered his neck and face and you could see sweat beading on his brow. You slammed down hard making his face contort in lust, the bulge of his knot was growing and you knew he was going to finish soon. Yes! Yes! Please my Alpha… You fell forward and he took over as you gasped all over his face, his hips bucking up into you, pounding your entire body so your chest slammed into his again and again. He was snarling, his hands now holding you in place as you released him, all you could do was hold onto the back of the sofa, your face scraping against his feeling the beginnings of his stubble as burned your cheek.

“Taking me so well my Omega.” My. Mine. I am yours. The thought was loud and clear in your mind and without thinking you opened your mouth to bite his mating gland but at the last moment reason made you jerk your head to the side and your teeth sunk into his shoulder. He yelled loudly, his body reacting to the pain but slamming into you with more force pulling the most intense orgasm from you making your jaw lock as you screamed in pleasureable delirium, your vision whiting out behind your closed lids as cry after cry ripped from your tired throat. His knot swelled, his cock pulsed inside you making you tense around him as your body shook violently. He shoved your hips down, his knot finally locking you in place and he spilled deep inside you.

Both of you breathed heavily, slowly coming back to yourselves, you removed your teeth from his shoulder, feeling the metallic taste of his blood in your mouth. His head was resting on the back of the sofa, his fingers still tense on your hips as he held you. His chest heaved and he tried to calm his racing heart with steady breaths. You sat up slowly, enjoying the feel of him still filling you so deeply.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Panic was ruining your post orgasmic bubble and you looked down at your hands.

“What for you?” He huffed, his skin still richly flushed.

“For biting you.” He sat up, the movement making you want to moan as he shifted against you making your body ripple with an echo of pleasure. His long fingers brushed the bite mark on your own shoulder and you winced slightly.

“It was only fair,” he commented softly. He sucked in a breath and your eyes rose to look at him. His face was so close, his eyes roaming over your features and you saw his pupils were back to normal size. “I wouldn’t have stopped you,” he whispered. “ I don’t know what this is but I…..I would not have stopped you.” Your entire body seemed to sing at his words, an Alpha he wants you! Alpha would let you claim him. You closed your eyes, trying to fight the primal thoughts that raced through your mind.

“I don’t know what this is either,” you breathed. Your hand brushed his cheek, the desire to kiss him once again slamming into you. The strength of your feelings scared you, this has never happened before a connection like this and you didn’t know what to do. You had desperately tried to treat him like a client from your servicing days but you just couldn’t, your body wouldn’t let you. His knot softened enough for you to get up, he sighed as you slipped off his lap hurrying off to the refresher and shutting the door behind you. It was just the last hurdle of your heat…right? What on earth were you going to do?

—

Your heat had come to an end, you could feel the burning desire for Hux to appease the ache had gone, but you still didn’t want him to leave. Neither of you voiced it as you sat in silence on opposite ends of the sofa. You were reading a manuscript and he was working, just enjoying his scent and the way it seemed to permeate everything around you. It was soothing, knowing this Alpha was still here because he wanted to be.

When someone knocked on the door you couldn’t help but feel a sliver of fear. You looked at Hux with wide eyes and he gestured for you to retreat to the bedroom which you did without question, hugging the door frame but crouching down so you could see who it was. Hux waited a couple of beats, making sure his uniform was straightened out before answering. It was an officer, one you hadn’t seen before but you assumed on a ship this large you’d barely scraped the surface of the personnel onboard.

“Oh, you’re still here General.” Hux stiffened at the officer's tone and you sucked in a breath at the blatant lack of respect.

“Did you need something?” Barked Hux, you closed your eyes trying to get a hold of yourself but him showing such dominance ignited something lustful in you. The officer looked past Hux, his eyes falling on your crouched form and you saw his expression change, he could smell you. Before you could move to lock yourself in the bedroom Hux moved, hauling the officer by his uniform to slam him against the wall. His forearm pressed against the other Alpha’s throat, his lips pulled back in a snarl, his face as close as he could get to the other man without their noses touching. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Officer?” Your eyes rolled at the tone in his voice, the deep voice of the Alpha rolling over you making you want to submit even though he wasn’t talking to you. Your hands shook on the door frame, already your clean underwear was blossoming with your want. Without another word Hux physically threw the officer out of your quarters watching with satisfaction as he stumbled and fell against the far wall of the corridor.

“You know she’s not yours right? Anyone should be able to have a go.” The officer's parting haughty comment should have hurt you, but you were burning with desire as it licked up your spine. Hux snarled and stepped menacingly forward making the other lesser Alpha scurry away before Hux killed him. The door hissed shut and Hux locked it, pulling on his cuffs and running a hand through his hair before he turned to face you.

You used the doorframe to help you stand, your knees weak and barely able to hold you upright.

“I apologise for the insubordination of my officer. He will be fully reprimanded for his lack of respect and…” his words were stopped by your sudden movement. Reaching forward you grabbed the front of his uniform and yanked him down to you, your lips connecting with his for the first time, the aroma of your flaring pheromones knocking his chemical balance to its peak.

“I need you, I need you now!” You gasped desperately into his mouth. Your tongues sliding over one another as he tasted your lips for the first time. He acted like he had been starving, being denied the warmth of your mouth for this long meant he was now devouring you with purpose. His tongue licked deeply past your lips dragging a full bodied moan from your chest. You clutched him to you, getting lost in the feelings he offered you, it was different kissing him. Each connection between you seemed to spark off something new and you felt the familiar haziness at the edges of your mind but nothing could erase the sense of clarity you had and you wanted Hux. It blazed within you, it wasn’t all consuming like your heat but the need to have him touch you, to please you, to make you cum was. Your hands clawed at his uniform, you knew the fastenings and how they worked now, popping them open with ease you snaked your arms around his lean body, feeling the dip in his lower back as you heaved him into you. His hand came up to cup your face, tilting your chin so he could have better access to your mouth. His body covered you, towering over you just accentuating his presence as a strong Alpha. Your Alpha. His hips pressed into you, the evidence of his arousal settled tightly against your lower stomach and the thought of him slipping his cock inside you made you whimper against his hot lips.

He pulled away and you wasted no time in undoing his trousers and he leaned against the wall with one hand, his green eyes blazing as he watched you release him from the confines of his clothes. Your hand swept over his already weeping tip, enjoying the shiver that ran through him at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut and you realised right now, he was letting you have control again. You slid down the wall, leaning on your toes, your knees resting in the gap between his own legs. Your eyes rose to look up at him and you saw his face was already flushed pink, his hair draped down as he gazed at you with those beautiful pale green eyes. Without breaking eye contact you licked him, drinking up the saltiness that leaked from the end, smirking slightly when it twitches in your grasp. You trailed your tongue along the ridges of his cock, slowly coating him in your saliva before taking him into your mouth. He snarled something unintelligible, his fist slamming into the wall at the waves of pleasure that trembled down his legs as your hand explored his growing knot at the base. You hummed around him and his hand dug deeply into your scalp at the sensation, his hips rocking into your face until he pulled himself out with a pop.

“Get up, get up!” He whispered urgently and you complied, the lingering taste of him in your mouth made you bite your lip with relish. He slammed you against the wall, his hands shaking as he parted your robe revealing your sodden underwear to him. You gasped when he ripped them down your legs, snapping the material so it left a mark on your skin. “Are you ready for me, my Omega?” I am yours. Take me!

“Yes,” you moaned loudly. His hands gripped the pliable flesh of your backside and in one movement he lifted you up, lining his cock with your entrance. You expected him to plunge straight into you, your cunt was already clenching on nothing but he paused. He exhaled softly, his eyes slowly tracing your features as though committing them to memory before falling to your lips. You watched him just as intently, letting the tension build between you even more, feeling the wetness as you dripped into the tip of his cock. Your hand was at the back of his neck, sliding up into the soft fiery strands of his hair.

He looked like he wanted to say something, his lips parted slightly and your breath caught in your throat. He surged forward, the kiss was hard, fierce, full of want and heat. He stole the very breath from your lungs as he slipped his thick cock into your waiting cunt and you swallowed him up greedily. His motions were long and even as he worked himself in and out of you, the angle was perfect for catching the magic epicentre of pleasure inside you, his cock dragging over the same place over and over again making your fingernails dig into his shoulders. His cheek nestled against yours and you heard him snarl into your ear, the noise making your eyes close tightly as you tried committing that glorious sound to your memory. Your mouth was open, but the pleasure that wound its way round all your limbs rendered you silent, the intensity shocked you. This feeling of being this intimate with Hux was something you’d never experienced before, not even with Kylo. Your heavy breaths weaved together, Your entire body tensed, you were so close, the edges of your orgasm brushed your mind and finally a deep groan left you as you clenched your jaw shut. Hux turned his head, his soft hair brushed your forehead, his closeness was something you craved in this moment. His hips snapped into you and your body jolted against the wall, his pounding increased and you knew he was close. The switch in tempo had your cunt clenching with your release, it smashed into you with the force of an ocean wave, your cunt fluttering wildly milking his own release from him, making him cry out loudly, his eyes slamming shut at the force of it. The knot at the base of his cock swelled and he rammed himself as hard as he could into you, ropes of his white hot cum forcefully painted your insides. His lips sought yours, the urgency and fire now gone as you both came down from your highs. And yet, the feel of his mouth was still as tantalising as it was before. You never wanted to stop kissing him, even if your lips become swollen and sore you’d want to continue feeling his mouth against yours. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, dragging the soft flesh between your teeth, enjoying the growl that rolled from his chest, transferring to you, like it was a gift. You had made him make that noise and you would never forget the feeling of elation it gave you. After a while you felt his knot soften and he sighed, he went to push away from the wall, away from you but your hands refused to let him go. He looked at you with a slightly puzzled look, usually you shoved him away once he’d satisfied the need from your heat but this coupling hadn’t been entirely driven by your Omega nature, something else was at play here and you wanted to figure it out.

“Will you stay tonight, General?” You whispered.

“If you want me to,” he whispered back. “I thought you’d want me to leave…” seeing as your heat was over. You knew what he was going to say, his rut was done, your heat was done, there was no reason for him to stay. But you wanted him to.

“Please?” You pleaded softly.

“Yes,” you accepted the gentle kiss he offered you, breathing in the rich earthy scent of his skin as you did. ”Yes I’ll stay.” He placed you back on the floor, kicking his trousers off before walking you into the bedroom. “Shall I run you a bath?” He asked quietly but you were already falling into the bed, exhaustion finally claiming you.

“Tomorrow, General.” Your eyes were closed but you heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he shed them before crawling in behind you, his face buried into the crook of your neck, nuzzling your mating gland. His arms gathered you into his chest and you sighed in contentment.

“Armitage, you can call me Armitage.”

“Armitage…”

—

You woke up, the heaviness of waking up alone was something you were used to now. Since that last night with Hux a couple of weeks ago you hadn’t seen him. His scent had died in your quarters and only yours remained, you didn’t even see him at the training ground anymore. You had tried to question Phasma but she remained a closed book and it infuriated you. At first you were angry that he had just abandoned you like this after all those moments, the kissing, experiencing such intense feelings that he clearly felt too, to then vanish. Then came the crushing sadness, the neediness of your Omega side had you keening with tearing grief that he didn’t want you anymore, that you had somehow displeased him and he had gone off with another Omega. You tried to reason with yourself because you knew you were the only Omega onboard. But the intrusive thoughts about him going planet side and finding another ripped you up inside. You spent one night trying to think of Kylo, where he was, what he was doing but you couldn't concentrate on him. You didn’t care if he was obsessively rutting with some other Omega on the other side of the Galaxy but you cared if Hux was.

“Oh what is wrong with me?!” You half screamed at yourself as you paced in your quarters. You came to a stop at the table, your gaze drifting to the box on the surface. Your suppressants had been delivered and you were conflicted about them. They reminded you why you needed them in the first place, so you would stay loyal to Kylo and ride out your heat in peace, but your body was telling you not to take them. You needed to entice Hux back, you needed his swollen knot pressing into you…

“Oh fuck!” You slammed your hand on the table making the box jump slightly in your anger.

A sharp knock at your door caught your attention and you quickly wiped your face with your sleeve before answering.

“What do you want, Phasma?” You were in no mood for extra training today, you just wanted to wallow in your quarters and maybe get drunk.

“General Hux has requested you,” she stated firmly and your entire body tensed at the sound of his name.

“He has?” You breathed, you could feel your heart skipping beats as it jumped inside you, finally he had asked for you.

“Let’s go.” You followed her, easily keeping up with her long strides in your excitement but it dampened slightly when you saw she was leading you to a conference room.

“Where are we going?”

“There has been news. About Commander Ren.” Your step faltered slightly, the blood freezing in your veins. Was he coming back? Was he injured? Now your heart raced but for a different reason. You almost collided with the Captain when she came to a stop at a closed door. “You are not to speak, you are to listen or I will drag you out of there. Do you understand?” You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as your body thrummed with tension. “Ok then.” The door opened and the first thing you did was breathe. You breathed so deeply you thought your lungs were going to burst. He was here! His rich scent was entangled with all the other Alphas in the room but you managed to pick out his unique earthy tones, the spicy aroma almost burning the inside of your lungs as you heaved even more into you. He was glorious, he smelled glorious and you needed him. Phasma stood slightly in front of you and you peered round her shoulder, your gaze resting on Hux immediately. He was slumped in his chair at the head of the table, he looked exhausted as he glared at General Parnadee, bags were prominent under his bright green eyes and yet his hair and uniform were impeccable as always. Your eyes traced his long fingers as they rested easily against his mouth, a mouth you wanted on your skin, licking, sucking, biting…you wanted him to look at you why wasn’t he looking at you?

“…so what you’re saying is this mission has been going on for too long?” Hux nodded at her words, his gaze sliding over to Admiral Griss who spoke next.

“So we should send out probes, find them,” he demanded.

“What has Leader Snoke said about the situation? He is his apprentice after all.” Stated General Quinn with a haughty tone and realisation crashed over you. They were talking about Kylo.

“Leader Snoke seems quite happy to let us take the lead on this situation,” Hux finally spoke and your heart ached with how tired he sounded. “He has asked for an update, and soon.”

“Do we know where they went to start their search?” Asked General Engell.

“We lost contact with the Night Buzzard over Dantooine,” Hux said, running a hand over his face.

“What in the blazes are they doing out there?” Quinn demanded angrily and your breath hitched as Hux stood abruptly.

“How should I know?” He snarled loudly. “They were following orders from Leader Snoke, I don’t pretend to understand. In fact I think all this awakening talk is a load of nonsense but we have been charged with finding them and find them we will. Do I hear any objections?” The room was silent and they shook their heads, Hux straightened his tunic as he got a hold on his temper. “I want alerts put out on all First Order worlds but make sure they go to the right people. If the Resistance finds out Kylo Ren is missing they may press an attack while we are distracted with finding….him.” Hux curled his fists as he leaned heavily on the table. “Why are you all still here?” He shouted and you flinched at the sudden rush of movement, shrinking behind Phasma trying to ignore the looks that were tossed your way. “Leave us Phasma.” You looked at her retreating back almost wishing he hadn’t dismissed her because now it was just you and him in this massive room, alone.

“So Kylo and the Knights are missing?” You managed to get out.

“They are.” Hux’s head hung low and he stayed in position as though the table was holding him up. “I waited to tell you,” he confessed quietly. “I didn’t want to worry you unnecessarily.” You moved forward slowly, basking in his captivating scent. “I know they are like family to you.” Your heart swelled at his words, that he had spent this time thinking of you and how you were going to react to the news. You were close enough to touch him now and your body was aching to, you wanted to feel his hand in yours and you reached out on instinct but he straightened, pulling himself out of your reach. “I don’t think that’s appropriate do you?” He murmured. He moved round the opposite of the table and you felt the anger unfurl in your chest.

“You won’t even look at me, Armitage!” The use of his name had him stopping and clutching a chair tightly in surprise. “We experienced something together and then you vanished. Disappeared without a word leaving me feeling confused and lost…” you gazed imploringly at him. “Say something!” You cried. But he just stood there, glaring at the table like it was shouting at him instead of you. “I can’t take this anymore! I have spent the last few weeks driving myself mental I don’t know what to do, Armitage. I don’t know what to do,” you choked back a sob as you watched him for a reaction. Just a flicker of his eyes, a twitch of his mouth, the flex of his jaw, you’d take anything right now but he gave you nothing. “My suppressants arrived,” you stated, hoping Tito would drag a reaction out of him. He nodded, just a fraction as his chest expanded.

“You won’t be needing me then,” he stated softly before leaving you reeling in the conference room.

—

Phasma was waiting for you when you exited the conference room, still in a daze over what Hux had said. His words spiralled in your mind, the whisper of him saying he would have let you claim him to then say you didn’t need him? What had happened in those two weeks for him to go from one side of the spectrum to the other? You wanted to break down and cry but also to rage and shout, break things like Kylo used. Kylo was missing. You looked up into Phasma’s chrome helmet.

“Kylo and the Knights….”

“I know. General Hux has been working day and night. I swear that man doesn’t sleep.” Maybe he was just exhausted, that’s why he was acting the way he was?

—

You could feel it, the first prickle of awareness as the familiar touch of your heat licked through your body like a smouldering fire. The warmth blossomed inside you and you knew you had to take your suppressants before they became useless. Hux didn’t want you, he’d made it perfectly clear by his absolute avoidance the last few weeks. You had scented him round corners only to find him nowhere in sight leaving you with crushing disappointment every time. You hated these feelings that had awoken in you, an intensity that Kylo never had been able to pull from you but this Alpha had, with ease.

A knock on the door had you getting up with a sigh, welcoming the distraction from your thoughts. The door whooshed open and you came face to face with your own reflection in Phasma’s bright chrome armour.

“Come on. You’ve been requested,” she emphasised but you weren’t concentrating on her words. Your pupils had blown wide at the spicy, earthy scent that lingered on her, it was just a whiff but you’d recognise it anywhere.

“Are you taking me to the General?” You could feel her hidden gaze assess you and when she spoke next, you could tell she was smirking.

“Of sorts. Let’s go.” You obediently followed, noticing for the first time the troopers that fell into step behind and you tried to make your brain work but your heat was making it difficult for you to concentrate. She led you through the Finalizer to the main hangar where troopers were standing to attention at the base of the ramp of the Command Shuttle. His scent permeated the air around you, almost eviscerating you with its intensity and you felt the surge of your heat reach the very tips of your toes.

“I haven’t had my suppressants!” You gasped coming to a stop which resulted in the troopers coming to an abrupt stop around you.

“I’m sure he’ll manage, get on the shuttle,” demanded Phasma in a low voice, her helmet just millimetres from your face leaving you no choice but to walk up the ramp.

You were shoved into a seat, a trooper standing next to you as a guard. You couldn’t help scenting him, the undertones of a rich musk and leathery smell did nothing to dilute the tone of the General. Beta scents were so much weaker than an Alpha and they were said to calm an Omega at the beginning of their heat but you began to sweat in your seat. You felt like you were trapped between a ferocious wind and the mellowness of water, one whipped you up into a frenzy and the other trickled down your back trying to calm you. You looked for Hux, hoping to catch just a glimpse of him in the cockpit but all you could see were the backs of the pilots, he was on board though.

The ride was short, a quick burst through lightspeed breaking free of the smudged lights to erupt just before the Supremacy. You had never been anywhere except the Finalizer, Kylo choosing to keep you hidden and safe which you had just accepted, forever grateful for him taking you from that awful place. You knew who resided on this ship, the main ship of the First Order, the ship of the Supreme Leader. That thought alone curbed the desire that unfurled in your gut, turning it to heavy dread.

Your nerves heightened as you docked, the trooper heaved you out of your seat and down the opening ramp before you could even ask what was happening. You tried to jerk out of his grip but he tightened his hold, bringing you to a stop in the immense hangar. Your gaze was pulled to the massive transport ships, the rows and rows of TIE fighters all sitting smartly in their bays. Walkers and AT-ATs all solemnly stood at the sides, ready to be filled with troopers at a moments notice. Sometimes you forget, lost in your little bubble, what an extensive war machine the First Order really was. Devouring worlds, conquering races and owning whatever they touched.

You barely noticed Hux stride past you, dressed in all his General finary to which the troopers responded accordingly. The captains saluting while the rest stood to rigid attention no doubt watching you both head towards the turbo lift. It didn’t need sign posts, you knew exactly where this lift went and panic clouded your mind. Your gaze fell to Hux as you were shoved past the open door, his gloved hand staying the trooper and suddenly it was just you and him alone. Silence descended, your hand twisted nervously as you built up the courage to speak but the ride wasn’t long. You jumped when the door slid open, Hux’s green eyes meeting yours just for a moment before he looked away and headed into the throne room.

You had no choice but to follow, your steps stiff and uneven as fear travelled down your legs. Everything was red and black, the drapes dripping down the walls like sheets of blood. You liked red but something about this shade had you almost cowering, the sense of danger deep and oppressive as you trailed after Hux.

“General Hux.” That voice… it sent a trickle of ice down your spine, slithering over your skin and making goosebumps rupture over you. “Is this her?”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.” You remembered that Phasma had said you were requested but not by who.

“Come here child,” you tried not to look up from the floor, your terrified face reflected in the shiny tiles but the closer you got the more you could see. His reflection was stretched out, his clawed hand reaching for you so you threw yourself on the floor at the bottom of the stairs not caring how you looked. This was the Supreme Leader of the First Order and he demanded respect. “Get up. You don’t need to stand on ceremony here, my girl.” Your stomach flipped at the softened tone in his voice. He almost sounded endearing but you knew differently. You wanted to close your eyes, something told you not to look at his face but you couldn’t help yourself. His eyes were small but observant, boring deep into your soul as though he could see more about you than even you knew. Your feet moved, stepping up each one slowly but surely until his hand wrapped around your upper arm. A soft gasp left you at the strength in his frail form, his clammy grip sweating onto your skin and it took all of your control not to be repulsed.

He scented your neck, pulling you close and breathing you in with a satisfied sigh before looking over your shoulder to Hux.

“She smells divine, I can see why she is so irresistible to you,” he rumbled softly. “Kylo Ren did well to keep her hidden for so long. Alas, his failure means he loses more than my good graces.” You wanted to look for Hux to seek reassurance but he was directly behind you making it impossible. Snoke pulled you even closer leaving you no choice but to climb into his bony lap, his arm wrapping around and cradling you to him. “What news?”

“Nothing yet Supreme Leader, we are still searching for the Night Buzzard. A lead is being followed as we speak in the old Stygian Caldera.”

“Hmmmm, interesting. I had no idea she would lead them on such a pointless endeavour.” Your eyes were fixed on a point behind a red praetorian guard, trying to block out the fact you were sitting on the lap of the most dangerous man in the Galaxy. “Nonetheless, he is alive and that is all I care about.” You felt him shift, leaning back into his throne and pulling you into his chest, his long fingers stroking your head in what he must have thought was a comforting manner. “Now we must decide what to do with this Omega,” he murmured.

“Supreme Leader if I may suggest….”

“Silence!” His yell cut across Hux and your entire body began to tremble. “I see what is truly on your mind General, your suggestion to send her back to her previous life is not something you want. Is it?”

“No,” Hux confessed sullenly.

“So be it. You can have her, bond with her or I will kill her. And when Kylo Ren returns he will see what his failure has cost him.” A shriek left you when Snoke released you, dumping you onto the floor so you rolled down the steps that led to his throne. Your face smacked heavily into the floor, blood erupting in your mouth and you groaned, hugging your midriff. “Claim what is yours, General,” his tone was now silky, sounded pleased with himself as he watched Hux approach you. His boots stopped near your head but he made no effort to help you up, almost looking down at you with disgust.

“Get up Omega, let’s go.” Your gaze slid over Hux, not wanting to see the new hatred in his eyes. His scent was overwhelming, wafting from the folds of his greatcoat with a new found sharpness you hadn’t scented before. It left a bitter note in your mouth, making you feel even more on edge.

“Until next time, Omega.” You tried to bow, hiding the wince as you backed away from the tall man on the throne. “Until next time…” his voice seemed to follow you into the lift, his soft chuckle ringing in your ears long after the door had closed. Hux reached for you but you flinched at the sudden movement, watching his hand fall uselessly back to his side.

“I had no idea he was going to use you as punishment against Ren.”

“And yet I am the one being punished,” as you spoke his scent filled your mouth, lodging in your throat making it feel dry and constricted. Your forgotten heat, coming back with a new vengeance making you stumble in the tiny space. “I need my suppressants!”

“It’s too late,” said Hux. He sounded like he was restraining himself, his posture quivering as the redness crept up his neck. He was falling into a rut, one only you could satisfy.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡What He Deserves｡⋆.

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x omega!plus size reader

The morning after Bucky claims you, he realises how much he truly loves you

Warnings: implied smut, nudity, mention of claiming, fluff, brief talks about Bucky’s past

WC: 478

Minors DNI

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Dawn crept over the horizon slowly, the weak winter sun just barely breaking through the curtains on the far side of the bedroom, creating small beams of light that fell over the bed. There were pillows and sheets strewn everywhere, leaving the bed bare save for a singular blanket that covered the occupants.

Bucky had been awake for hours, in fact he hadn’t even fallen asleep. Too overwhelmed with new emotions to even think about shutting his eyes, he had just watched you. You were sprawled on top of him, your naked body fitting perfectly on his own, chest to chest, your legs intertwined with your nose firmly pressed against his collarbone.

The wound on your shoulder was already healing, it would leave a scar but that was the whole point wasn’t it. A perfect circle of small cuts that, if Bucky leaned down and put his mouth to it, would match the pattern of his teeth. Unable to stop himself, he rubbed his thumb against the broken skin and fresh wave of your scent washed over him.

Bucky groaned as he inhaled, the smell of you so raw and untainted it made his skin prickle with goosebumps.

“Alpha?” Your voice came out as more of a rasp, still thick with sleep.

He winced. “Sorry mega, didn’t mean to wake you.” You hummed and nuzzled further into his warm chest, your hand coming up to rest just over his heart. Bucky smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“’S okay.” You sighed, a happy calmness spreading through the fresh bond. It immediately settles in his stomach, a feeling of peace and home. His grip gets just a little tighter but you don’t fight it, instead your soft body goes completely limp in his arms as you let out a contented mewl.

Snores began to escape your lips once more and Bucky just watched you. This was all he had ever wanted but never thought he could have, or deserved. You were his everything and by the grace of whatever god was out there, you let him worship you and love you with his whole being.

And now you were mated, joined together for eternity.

You chased away his nightmares with a smile, banishing them to a place where they could never hurt him again. You guided him into the light with your laughter, you showed him that touch doesn’t always bring pain. You proved to him that he was more than his past, more than a puppet for someone else’s bidding. 

“I love you more than I ever thought possible.” He spoke quietly into the early morning light so as to not wake you once more. He let his eyes finally slip shut, content with you in his arms, your scent keeping him grounded.

He couldn’t wait to wake up and start the rest of your lives.

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Very Daring - Anakin 🌹

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[boxofbonesfic]

“i haven’t done a roster of my upcoming fics in a long, long time, but here’s a preview of some of what i’m working on:

- “Inside”: Dark!Steve x Reader, with a smidge of Peter Parker x Reader thrown in there to spice things up

- “Still not done”: Dark!Nomad Steve x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

- “Tepata” : Minotaur!Thor x Priestess!Reader (shockingly not dark??)

- “Let us Prey” : Dark!Eddie Brock x Reader

- “Tithe” : Alpha!TASM!Peter Parker x Omega!Reader

- “Dust to Dust” : Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

- “Gods made flesh” : Prince!Kylo Ren x Reader

- “Salt in my eyes” : Mob!Peter Parker x Reader

- “Finger painting” Kindergarten Teacher!Steve Rogers x Reader (not dark, i know, wtf)

- “Ash and Bone” : Viking!Steve Rogers x Reader

[sith-lords-consort]

Joint Custody Ch 5

Knights of Ren ABO Poly Fic

Knights of Ren X Omega Reader

Minors Do Not Read!!! 18+ Only

Okay it has low key been forever, but here ya go, chapter five! Just want to give a friendly reminder, this story and my blog are 18 and up only! Anyone wanting to be on the taglist must have their age in their bio. Nothing personal, but if you’re a minor this is not for you.

Kylo had finished his dinner later than the rest, as he alternated between eating himself and feeding you from his plate. The other knights tossed their dishes into the dishwasher and headed into the attached living room. Kylo finished up, fed you your last bite of his plate, and had you finish his drink as well. The water tasted the same as all water on starships, metallic with the slightest hint of chlorine. It made you a bit homesick for Star Killer base. Illum might have been a frozen wasteland, but all that ice was deliciously fresh water when thawed and filtered.

Kylo stood up, shifted you to his hip, and walked his dishes to the dishwasher, shifting you ever so gently when he needed to lean down to set his things in the wire racks. He walked you into the attached living room, and you both glanced around the room. Vicrul and Ap’lek were sitting on the couch, only partially watching some cage match on the Holo Sports Net. Ap’lek was also reading something on his Holo Pad, and Vicrul was occasionally glancing over at the game of Sabacc between Trudgen, Ushar, and Cardo. Kuruk was nowhere to be seen.

Kylo walked to the couch and shifted you from his hip to his arms, starting to lower you towards Vicrul, “Watch her-”

You thrashed, kicking out and digging your fingers into Kylo’s arm, a loud chirp of panic leaving you. Kylo immediately stilled, pulling you back to rest against him. You looked up at him, a look of disapproval on your face. “No.”

Kylo fixed you with a firm look. “Omega, I have things to do. Can you sit with Vicrul and be a good omega for me?”

You slowly unclenched your fingers, recognizing an order when it was given, even if it lacked his alpha voice. If your suspicions about him being an apex were correct, you were very grateful he didn’t resort to his alpha voice. Feeling your grip go slack, Kylo again lowered you onto Vicrul’s lap.

Vicrul seemed thrilled, if his scent was any more potently excited you might gag on it. His arms wrapped around you, not tight enough to be uncomfortable, but enough that you could get a taste of how easy it would be for him to secure you there against your will for basically any amount of time. “Hey there, pretty little thing. Have you come to keep me company?”

You glanced over Vicrul’s shoulder to see Kylo disappearing through a doorway back down the hall you had come from.

Ap’lek perked up at seeing you on the couch with him and his more flirty friend, putting his Holo Pad down to look you over. Vicrul was trying to nuzzle his nose into your neck, and you were doing some fairly half hearted maneuvering to prevent that, mostly including ducking your head to the side at the last moment, However, your current strategy was to lean back as far as possible to the point where Vicrul’s arms were barely keeping you upright and you were in real danger of falling off the couch.

“Ten seconds ago you were all cuddly and clingy.” Ap’lek said, a smirk on his lips. “Kylo leaves, so you go back to being a brat?”

You glared at him as Vicrul tried his best to keep your nearly horizontal body still in his lap and not in a pile on the floor.

Ap’lek shook his head at you, chuckling to himself. “Was it the food? Do we need to keep little bags of crackers on us to bribe you into physical affection?”

He practically basked in your deadpan expression. “Or was it just Kylo?”

You steady on Vicrul’s lap, letting him bring you back to your upright position and nuzzle into your neck. “Is that it, doll? You already picked your favorite? Kind of unfair, given I haven’t even had the chance to show you my best qualities.”

His hips gave a subtle thrust against yours, and you gave him a cutting look. “I don’t want to do that.”

Vicrul leaned back into the couch, his arms keeping you pressed to his chest. “Fair enough, doll. But you’ll still help keep my lap warm, won’t ya? It gets awfully cold in wild space.”

You stiffened, “Wild Space? We’re going to- Why are we going into Wild Space!?”

Vicrul returned his nose to your neck, sniffing your scent gland out and giving it a few laps and nips. The stimulation didn’t take away all of your uneasiness about the situation, but it did help you take a few deep breaths. Ap’lek moved closer slowly, to not upset Vicrul, and rested his hand on your thigh, his thumb drawing little circles.

“That’s it, a few more deep breaths for me, doll.” Vicrul cooed.

“Don’t worry about where we’re going.” Ap’lek said softly. “You’ll be staying on the ship the entire time anyways.”

“With supervision, obviously.” Vicrul chimed in. “Kuruk, probably. He usually stays with the ship when we have to park it in hostile territory.”

As you calm down from their joint attention, the game of Sabacc apparently gets personal. Trudgen points a finger across the table to Ushar, growling out accusations of cheating. Ushar leans back in his chair, grinning as he does.

“You’re such a sore loser, Trudgen.” Ushar snickers.

“No. Hell no. You. Cheated.” Trdugen’s hands shoot around the table, yanking everyone’s cards away from them and taking the remains of the deck. “You added at least two cards to this deck and I’m going to prove it!”

When Ushar budges in his chair as if he’s going to get up, Cardo stands, glaring him down. “Don’t you fucking dare. If you’ve cheated today that explains why I’ve always lost to you. Trudgen, keep going.”

Vicrul carefully nudges you off his lap, and walks over to the table too. “Ushar cheats? Oh fucking hell, I’ve lost so many credits to you over Sabacc! Keep looking, Trudgen!”

Even Ap’lek’s attention turns towards the card argument. Glancing around to see everyone occupied, you get off the couch. Sneaking across the floor, and the door and down the hall, you sniff the air repeatedly, trying to catch Kylo’s scent. You’re not too sure why you want to go find Kylo, but you know you do. Or, at least, you thought you did. Because when you try to sniff out Kylo down the long hallway, you catch the scent of something else. Something that smells alpha, to be sure, but so… oddly alpha. Instead of some heavy masculine scent with musk or amber or even sandalwood, you smell something that’s much closer to clean laundry, with a hint of earth. If anything, it reminds you of a trip your highschool once took to Naboo, where groups of your class stayed in little two bedroom cabins and had to do your laundry outside in but wooden pales, and hand the freshly washed clothing over ropes to dry.

Laundry detergent. Crisp, cold mountain water. Endless fields of grass.

For a moment, you can forget that you’re in deep space, headed towards Wild Space for some unknown reason. You close your eyes partially, trying to let your nose guide you as much as you can. It takes you after that fresh, clean scent, down several hauls, up a few ladders, until you’re standing outside what you’re pretty sure, given the layout of most starships you’ve been on, is the cockpit. On bigger vessels, it might be a bridge, with multiple pilots, and gunners (or as pretentious officers called them, aiming system specialists). But this vessel, you suspected, would just have a small cockpit.

You reached up, knocking on the door as it wouldn’t open when you waved your hand over the panel. Your biometrics weren’t added to this ship yet.

A moment passed, and then the door opened, revealing Kuruk, in all his unmasked glory. He looked down at you, his blue eyes going from annoyed and harsh to soft and curious when he saw it was you, and not another Knight. His dirty blonde hair was a bit disheveled, and you wondered if that’s just what it looked like when he removed his helmet, or if he had run his fingers through his own hair, disturbing any neat state he might have combed it into that morning.

It takes you a second to realize you were staring, and you look away from his face, looking straight ahead to his chest.

“Lost?” He asks quietly.

“Uh- well, I mean… kind of? I guess? I mean I meant to walk down here, but I don’t really know where anything is on this ship, like, at all, so I guess I’m technically lost, but I- uh, intended to come down here so-”

His finger finds your chin, angling your face up to force you to look him in the eyes. “Is something wrong?”

You struggle for a moment to try and figure out how to say that you had legitimately scent tracked this man for no other reason than he smelled calm and safe and you would rather be around him than the alphas who you could barely hear still yelling about the card game from several hallways over.

“Kylo told me to- uh, wait with the others, and I did at first but…”

Kuruk cocks his head to the side, seemingly listening, and then sighs, shaking his head with a little smile on his face. “What are they fighting about, now?”

You grinned a little, shrugging. “Ushar cheats at Sabacc, apparently.”

Kuruk gives a little chuckle, “So you ran off when they started arguing? Probably a good thing. If they find out Ushar was cheating, they’re going to beat him bloody. Nothing fit for you to see.”

You stiffen a little, and Kuruk notices, his hand moving slowly from your chin to the top of your head, giving a little pat. “Nothing to worry about, little one. It’s all happened before. So, did you take off down the hall to try and find Kylo? Because I’m afraid you went the opposite way.”

You shook your head, “No, actually. I uh… I kinda smelled you. And… liked it. So I came this way.”

Kuruk seems a bit taken back by your statement, before breaking into a little grin with a slight blush. “Oh? You did?”

You glanced behind him, catching a glimpse of the cockpit. He had the typical pilot’s seat and controls, but a cot was also set up in the corner. On top of the cot was just a foam mattress topper, maybe two inches thick, a sheet, pillow and blanket. But underneath the cot, to your immediate delight and shock, were about six other blankets.

You looked back up at Kuruk, “May I come in?”

Kuruk stood to the side, letting you slip past, and you marched right over to his cot, kneeling down to inspect the blanket hoard beneath it.

“These are yours?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I like to have some variety. Depending on whatever planet we go to, there’s different temperatures, levels of humidity. I like being comfortable, and there’s nothing worse that freezing outside of bed but sweating under the blanket. So… I’ve-”

He cut himself off, watching you pull out the two thickest ones. “What are you doing?”

You looked up at him, suddenly realizing you had intruded into his personal space and were effectively about to use his things without permission. “Um… nesting?”

His eyes widen almost comically, seemingly able to be blown over with a slight wind. “You’re- you want- here?”

“Yes. Is that okay?” You asked timidly.

“Yes, of course it is!” Kuruk spit out immediately, then growing a bit quieter as he continued. “Do you need anything else? I can go get the blankets from your room? I saw you have a stuffed tooka, I could get that too?”

“No, this is fine.” You said, beginning to unfold the blankets and lay them out on his cot. “Would you sit with me?”

If Kuruk blushed any harder he’d be redder than a tomato. “Sure. Yeah, sure.”

You finish up the nest, making sure that there’s a thick blanket around the edge of the cot against the wall, so anyone on that edge won’t brush against cold metal while laying down. Kuruk fiddles with the controls for a minute, making sure the autopilot was still working and all fluid levels were good before walking over.

You pointed at the cot, telling him to climb in ahead of you. The cot wasn’t quite big enough for two people, but you didn’t mind. That just meant you would have to lay almost entirely on top of him.

Some part of you wonders why you’re being so open with Kuruk. A nest is important, personal to an omega, and you’re nearly shoving this stranger into yours. Maybe it’s the foreign environment, or the bickering alphas down the hall, or being carried around for half an hour by Kylo Ren, the alpha-ist-alpha-to-ever-alpha, or a combination of all of that which leads you to climb into your nest, lay down on top of Kuruk, and wiggle around a bit until you’ve found the perfect place on his chest to rest your head.

You give a happy little chirp, followed by a yawn.

Kuruk is still, very still, for a long time. You’re right on the edge of sleep when you feel him shift ever so slightly to press a kiss to the top of your head.

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[callmehopeless]

Welcome back dear!!!! No thoughts exexpt that coziness of cuddling the love of your life in your nest only an a/b/o snippet can provide.. seriously pumped your back! Missed your unique voice in the Fandom. And all the glorious a/b/o indulgences you provide 😍😍😍😍😍

My voice is unique in that it is the simultaneous voice of somebody who knows not what they do and only does what they do not know, and has done this for years. Regardless, I can deliver on this. HAVE SOME CRUMBS

Four Things Universe, very short, expect more of this in my actual fics I assume I will update sometime

"Tell me."

His hands eclipse yours; huge things, calloused from years of wear as he slips his fingers between the grooves of your own. Kylo Ren is sharp as they come - but somehow, you hold the hilt of the blade at just the right angle.

You laugh, nuzzling into his throat and pulling the blanket close.

"My favourite thing," you tell him, stroking your fingers across the planes of his collarbone, "is the freckle. Right--" and you skim it with your index finger - spare lines in poetry, just traced by surface touch - "here."

He doesn't laugh.

Never laughs; even if you feel he should. Never quite satisfies that want you have to please your Alpha: to tell him, with honest and true want, what he makes you feel.

Instead, his fingernails dig crescents into your back. Toes curl within the nest, and he presses the gentlest kiss to the side of your hair. Plush lips, calling you home.

"I love you, too."

He says it like the stars will fold onto him if he doesn't. A whisper to the universe; a wish, spoken in a secret place.

And you smile all the same.

[jynzandtonic]

Ohhhh I hope I’m not too late! How does Kylo/Ben show everyone you belong to him? Thank you for doing this!

You’re not too late at all, darling! I think I’m going to do it today, too ;) Please accept these Supreme Leader!Kylo and Smuggler!Ben snaccs.

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Having special clothing made for you. The finest silks, the softest leathers—all in shades of onyx. Heads turn when you stride down the corridors together, black cloaks billowing behind you.

Sitting you on his lap in the throne room. All the better if it makes Hux squirm. He’ll continue attending to business with your legs dangling over the side of his chair, unfazed as you twirl his hair between your fingers.

Fucking you wherever he pleases, be it the command room or the bridge. He’ll clear entire rooms with a sweep of his hand before tearing at your clothing, plunging into your cunt with one swift stroke.

Smuggler Ben Solo

The kyber crystal pendant that dangles from your neck. Ben harvested the crystal from the planet Christophsis, where his grandfather served in the Clone Wars decades ago. Inscribed in aurebesh lettering on the iridescent surface is ‘starlight,’ his name for you.

Slinging his arm around you in public. Whether you’re sitting around a game of Dejarik with friends or walking the streets of Coruscant, he’s got you tucked into the nook under his arm.

Draping his leather jacket over your shoulders when you get cold. Actually, you think it might have been Han’s at one point—the leather is so supple and well-worn. Whenever the air cools and you start to shiver, he plucks it—still warm from his body—and wraps you up in it.

[pylopenpolo]

Wanna Be Alpha

Summary: You were born an Omega, but you worked hard every day be as Alpha as you could. You would choose to be an Alpha. But you get sick, and Kylo Ren smells how much of an Omega you are. 

Pairing: Alpha!Kylo Ren x Omega!Reader(You)

Word Count: 1,017

Warnings: Lewd talk, langue

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Alpha's where leaders in society, something that you craved to be. Unfortunately, you were a simple Omega, you were born to be the bullied, born to be the object, born to be weak.

And you refused.

You masked your Omega scent, you became aggressive, you aimed higher, became meaner. You got into a fight with everyone and pushed your way to the top. The problem was one Alpha, the leader of the Alphas. Kylo Ren.

Oh how Kylo hated you. He hated that you seemed to be angry than him, and was about to cut you down, until some dumbass in the first order promoted you up, making you important. He couldn't cut you down unless you did something truly stupid. Something must have clicked in your head because now, suddenly, you were quite, less aggressive, and weren't around all that much. 

After 15 cycles of you not being around, General Hux had informed him of your sickness and requested Kylo to see what's up, to see if you were really sick.

In other words, see if your weakness will cost the order long term and if so, kill you. 

Which Kylo was happy to do.

He stormed down to your quarters, his anger and rage filling him. It's time to finally get back at your annoying little wiggle butt. You're stupid nose whenever you glared up at him. How your hair would rest around or on your face after yelling at someone for doing something wrong. How you would smile to yourself whenever you thought no one was looking. Then there were those times you suddenly became submissive, especially around him. Weak Alphas.

That's when he smelt it though. Scent, of an Omega. If someone's cock could grow hungry then his certainly was. He followed the scent, let the smell guide where he needed to go.

He got to the door where it was coming from- Kylo mentally stopped as he realised he was in front of your door.

You had smelt like an Alpha before... Did you find an Omega and have been keeping them to yourself for the past 3 weeks. That was the only logical answer he could come to. No Omega could pull of faking being an Alpha. Wanna-be-Alphas was just something they told Omega's to make them think they had something.

He pressed an altered button on the keypad next to the door, to alert you someone was there... No response...

He sensed movement in the room, slow movement. Must be that they knotted. Pathetic. 

He alerted the button again. This time, however, he sensed movement, a lot of it. 

The door opened and saw your puffy red eyes and nose. You were wearing a long-sleeved pyjama shirt but short pyjama pants. Kylo's eyes widen under his mask, smelling the Omega scent from you and only you. It came from you.

"Good morning commander." You crocked out.

"It's afternoon Lieutenant-General." He growled through his helmet. 

He understood from your current state why your scent was now strong, stronger than before because you were truly and badly sick. 

You had faked your Alpha state for such a while that it much of worn your down, or that now your guard was down than it had before your smell just went past and didn't even notice.

He was surprised it took him this long to not just noticed, but it took you being sick for him to notice. Maker, he felt pathetic. 

"Sorry," You muttered and rubbed your eye. "Is there something I could do for you, Commander?"

Your Omega state was pooling out of you, and you didn't even know. No wonder you were sick for such a long time. An Alpha should have been taking care of you. 

On the other hand... Your words sent his cock needy. You could suck my cock, Omega. Maker, he felt dirty just by looking at you. He didn't deserve to smell you.

"General Hux wanted to know when you will be ready for work again, Omega." 

He didn't mean it in a disrespectful tone, but gods did it come out that way, and he could tell how your eyes shot open and your face grew angry.

Now all the little things he thought he hated about you made scenes. It was just his alpha instincts to notices little things on an Omega. 

"I don't like what you're implying, Commander." You crossed your arms and made a face. Such a cute little angry face.

Kylo rested his hands on either side of the door frame and leaned in close, smelling your Omega Scent.

"I smelt it two floors up, Omega." He lied, slightly. Only a floor up. "I suggest whatever you were using before, you use a lot more of before you come back to work, or, someone is going have to look after you."

Your eyes darted around his helmet, with utter fear. He found your secret, and he was going to use it to his advantage. You felt so weak and useless right now. All your hard work could crumble because of a stupid fucking cold.

"Of course Commander, sorry for describing you." You muttered, wanting to go hide back under your covers again.

"I'll send a med droid to look at you." He leaned back and took his hands off the frame. "I want you back by the end of the week. If you fail to do so, you'll be stuck with me. Got it?"

Maker, you wanted to be looked after so badly right now. You could barely get out of best without your head spinning. Having an Alpha to yourself would be so great right about now. 

But Kylo being your Alpha? Yeah, nope. If you wanted an Alpha it would be someone below your rank. You needed to be on top somehow. You didn't want to be some object to an Alpha. 

"Yes, sir." You grumbled. 

The door closed and let out a breath of air. Your eyes stung and you wrapped yourself up in your arms.

But Kylo Ren as your Alpha wouldn't be all bad, wouldn't it?

[captain039]

PART 4 Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment, needle usage, drug usage, dark themes

Previous part <-

Your shipment had been dealt with and had arrived within the next day. You were in relief, hauling the box to your room before opening it. They were in a padded case blue vials of suppressants, and another case filled with a gross green liquid, the scent blocker. You grabbed one of the scent blockers and headed to the fresher, hands shaking. You looked in the mirror poking slightly at your scent gland before looking down at the syringe. You gulped removing the safety cap and holding it up to your neck. Your vision was blurry, probably nerves, you took a deep breath trying to hype yourself up. Your eyes began to hurt and suddenly a face was staring at you.

“What are you doing?!” A voice yelled and your vision went black. You jumped back, syringe falling to the floor and breaking. You panted opening your eyes and seeing no one. You recognised the scar from the supreme leader, how did that happen? Did he do that. You cursed the broken glass and headed to carefully to the kitchen. You grabbed a vacuum and rag before heading back to the fresher. Your mind replayed the angry face and voice that yelled at you, you shivered at it. You cleaned up and placed your suppressants in a secret place hidden in your cupboard. You took one before doing so and stashed the scent blockers too. You stuck with the roll on one before heading to your work station. You felt a little dizzy along the way, ignoring it as you entered your station and went to work.

“Are you ok?” Leo asked softly by you and you nodded sort of dazed.

“You look unwell” he stated and you frowned slightly turning to him.

“M fine” you waved him off.

“You’re pale and sweating, you need to go to the med bay” Brax stated and you groaned, but did as she said. You headed to the med bay, feeling worse on the way down there, your stomach felt off too.

As the officer looked over you she kept frowning and looking back to her data pad. You grew worried and suspicious as she glanced around and leant in.

“Your symptoms are showing you’re having a reaction to suppressants?” She said softly and you froze, heart hammering.

“Maker, no” you said before you could think.

“That’s wrong because I’m not” you covered and she frowned slightly.

“Would you like to speak privately?” She asked voice soft making you frown.

“You could get worse is all” the beta added and you slowly nodded. She led you to an office and you sat down with her.

“Are you an omega?” She asked and you didn’t answer.

“The suppressants are reacting to your body” she said.

“This hasn’t happened before in the last few months” you stated.

“Well your body is changing currently some chemicals are moving around in a sense” she said and you stared confused.

“Did you find your fated?” She asked and you looked away embarrassed.

“I haven’t” you said mind suddenly flashing to the supreme leader.

“Usually when an omega is on suppressants and finds their fated, their body’s reject the suppressants to better connect” she explained.

“I haven’t, I don’t know who it is!” You said sharply and she saddened.

“I didn’t mean to offend it’s just what’s happening, you may not know till the suppressants wear off” she said.

“They can’t wear off” you said.

“Why not? Finding your fated is a blessing” she smiled.

“It’s not! In case you haven’t read policy omegas aren’t allowed here” you snapped accidentally worry building up.

“Any omega that is caught will be killed or sent home” you added and she couldn’t argue.

“I will try another suppressant” you finished and left before she could say anything. You asked Brax to take a few days off which she agreed to. You looked up different suppressants and ordered a few different ones. The more suppressant you took the worse you felt, you needed to keep them up till the new batch got here. You layered in scent blocker, it made your mind fuzzy at the dullness. Sometimes the supreme leaders face would flash by making you jump or flinch. You got a notification in your data pad about your shipment arriving, you cursed wondering if Leo would go pick it up for you. The beta was too scared to do anything, but do his work. You risked going out at ‘night’ when majority would head in for sleep. You headed to the delivery’s room and cursed your feet for aching. Your whole body was trembling slightly, your stomach churned and you wanted to throw up. You went through the names before you found yours and sighed. You leant against the cool metal shelf taking a moment to breathe. You felt the hair on the back of your neck spike up and frowned sensing someone in the door way. His scent was the first thing to hit you, the overwhelming smell of powerful alpha made your legs weak. What was he doing here? Did he follow you? You listened to him move quietly, your body not moving. You probably looked horrible, you’d go to the fresher and see yourself looking pale and gross and would quickly leave your reflection. You frowned as he took your packages and put it back down to where it was.

“Is there a reason you seem to neglect your self?” He asked voice deep and soft. You could feel him looming over you.

“Why hide it?” He added and you froze.

“Policy” you muttered.

“Why join in the first place if that policy was in place?” He said a little harder making you tense.

“Because of my family” you spoke quietly and he hummed.

“They’re angry at you now though” he stated and you frowned slightly how did he know?

“You missed your sisters presentation” he added and you turned to face him, confused as to how he knew this, did he search your file?

“Your grandma is getting worse, you won’t be there when she dies” he said flatly and your heart clenched. Your hand rose on its own and you slapped him hard. You didn’t think before you acted and your blood went cold when you realised what you’d done. He had a red mark forming and you grabbed your package and ran.

Next part ->

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

I decided to empty my Google docs of all the stuff just sitting there. It’s gives me the option to delete it from there but still have it here if I want to continue.

So here is what I’m gonna do. I have lots of works in my Google docs and they’re really winding me up just sitting there. So I am going to post it all. Some have moodboards and some don’t. Some have chapters and some are just a paragraph or two. I’d like to clear out my docs hence why I’m dumping them all out here.

Use the tag #sami’s fic stash if you wanna filter it out. I’m going to schedule each fic so I don’t flood my blog and link them in here.

So welcome to:

Sami’s Fic Stash

Of unfinished fics.

Hold Me While You Wait. Modern au Hvitserk x F!Reader.

The Incalescence of You. A/B/O smut fest with plot. Alpha Kylo x Omega Reader and Alpha Hux x Omega Reader.

In the Wake of the Devil. Constantine/Star Wars au crossover. Exorcist!Hux x Psychic!Reader.

Dröttning. Ivar x English Princess!Reader and Hvitserk. It follows the the events of the Viking series from when they blood eagle King Ælle. I had hoped to finish it and maybe I will one day. I have written the ending though so spoilers. Read the warnings.

Kylo. Kylo Ren x F!Reader one shot. Smut, 18+

Matching Melodies. Armitage Hux x f!reader modern soulmate au.

[pandoraspocksao3]

Not What You Expect by Anoonzee

The Plot: You're always the person to close up shop at Ileenium Bookstore. You can't help staying up late to read your favorite historical romance novels and you always look forward to the end of the workweek in order to unwind with friends at the F.O. Bar. While closing up after a hectic sales day, you feel that someone is watching you from the shadows...

The players:

Armitage Hux

Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Finn (Star Wars)

Jessika Pava

Temmin "Snap" Wexley

Phasma (Star Wars)

Maz Kanata

Rey (Star Wars)

READER!

The pairings:

Arimtage Hux/Reader

Poe Dameron/Finn

Kylo Ren/Rey

EXCERPT:

In the limited light inside the car, you still couldn't make out the color of his eyes, but you hazarded a guess at green or blue. The intense stare he leveled at you made you nervous.

"You," you whisper, backing away from him as far as you could.

"Me," he whispered back before lunging at you.

You start screaming when he forced you to tilt your head sideways, desperately pushing against his chest to get him off you. Dear God, he was STRONG, his slim build belying the strength he had. You let out a shriek when you felt him kiss the side of your neck, right over a strong pulse.

"This will not take long, m'dear," he murmured against your neck before you felt the pain from two sharp...things.

Oh God, he's biting me, you thought in horror.

@anoonzee created that cool moodboard at the top but has still been too lazy/modest to pimp this wonderful crack fic, so I’m getting this party started!

READ IT! It’s fun, it’s got vampires (Kylo and Hux in capes), and it’s got YOU! It’s a light, fun read with a lot of humor and some drink recipes. Teen and Up (nothing too smutty, despite the GIF I put up there), and a fun read no matter what your age! This will go on the Halloween List for October for sure! Enjoy!

[sherrybaby14]

The Omega Departure

Part 1 of 2

This is for @coyambition

Request:   Could you please write an Alpha Kylo who dated the(omega)reader back when she was in training with Luke, left before Ben kills the trainees. Hears about the event, heartbroken & angry over her alpha's betrayal(not her official alpha since they never mated)goes into hiding for years, but Kylo knows she's alive since he can feel her emotions through the Force. Anyway,takes a bit,but he finds her,& this time, he wont let his precious Omega go. NonCon goodness ensues

 Summary:  This is Pre-The Force Awakens, part 2 will take place several years after these events and likely be non-cannon.  

Pairing: Eventual Kylo Ren X Reader, right now Ben Solo/Reader 

Warning:  None this chapter (part 2 will have the Smut) A/B/O dynamics, Angst (it got a little more angsty than originally planned)

Words: 3500

A/N:  My first Star Wars Story ever!  Eeeeee!

Tags:  @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan--is--god @kellyn1604 @roschelesworld @taintedgenre @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @purplemuse89 @blondesouthsquad @buckyscrystalqueen

             Three A.M. hit and your eyes popped open as you sat up in bed.  Your roommates were fast asleep as you threw on your cloak and headed for the gardens.  Not a soul saw you as you moved in the darkness.  

             When you arrived the space appeared empty, but you knew exactly where to go. The boy seated among the rosebushes made your heart lurch as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

             “Ben.”  You ran your hand down his cheek.

             “You’re late.” He pressed his lips to yours as you wrapped your hands around his neck.  

             His kiss melted you as you curled into him, his thin body hiding the immense strength you knew he was capable of.  He pulled away and looked down at you.

             “Y/N, let’s leave.” He brushed the hair from your forehead. “I mean it this time. I don’t want to be a Jedi if it means I can’t be with you.”

             “Ben, it’s not that simple for me.” Your melted heart started to harden again as you glanced at the ground. “The people here are my family. I’ve never known another life.”

             You were identified as force sensitive when you were two years old, living in an orphanage. Master Luke came for you personally. There was no life other than the one you were currently living, unlike Ben who had famous parents who loved him more than the galaxy and a famous uncle who gave him extra attention whether he needed it or not.  

             “I’ll show you one.” He grabbed your hands and placed a kiss on your knuckles. “A better one. I love you Y/N.”

             A cramp hit your stomach and you winced, keeling over. Ben grabbed your shoulder and steadied you.

             “What’s wrong?” In the darkness his eyes still danced. “Are you alright?”

             “I’m fine.” Your head was fuzzy. “Just tired, and confused.”

             “Don’t be.” Ben pulled you against his chest. “Tomorrow. We’ll tell my Uncle and leave this place together. I’ll take you to meet my parents. They’ll love you as much as I do. Then we will start new.”

             It sounded perfect, but the two of you were teenagers. Ben was used to a certain amount of respect, but you knew better.  There was a chance Master Luke would be angry and not let either of you leave.

             “What if it’s not so simple?” You ignored the pain in your side and looked up at Ben.

             “It will be.” Ben placed his forehead against yours. “Just say yes.”  

             He inhaled deeply and a chill went through your body.  Ben had a way of making you feel safe.  Safer than you ever felt possible.  You moved your head to his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist as he rubbed your back.  

             “Can’t we just go now? Run away?” You didn’t want to face the wrath of the senior Jedi, or see the looks on your friend’s faces when you abandoned them.

             “No Y/N.” Ben continued to stroke up and down. “If we’re going to leave, we have to do it the right way.”

             You were silent as you shut your eyes.  Breathing in deeply you noted Ben smelled delicious tonight.  With a sigh you nodded your head.  

             “Tomorrow then.” You squeezed harder. “I will leave with you tomorrow.”

             Ben pulled you harder against him, his chest vibrating with the hum of approval. For some reason it made you tingle.  You moved away from him and stood up.  

             “I need to get back.” You ran your hand down his cheek.  

             “Y/N. You seem different.” He stood up and towered over you. “Is everything alright?”

             “I’m about to leave the only life I’ve ever known. I’m a little scared.”  You dropped your hand and grabbed his. “But I’m going with the only love I’ll ever want.”  

             Ben placed his hand on the back of your head as he bent down and placed a hard kiss on your lips. You went up on your tip-toes to meet him, telling yourself that everything would be fine as long as the two of you were together.

~~~  

             When you woke in morning the cramp in your stomach was worse.  You curled up in a little ball on your side and threw off the blanket, your room feeling way too hot.

             “Y/N?” One of your roommates crouched next to your bed. “Are you alright?”

             “Why does it smell so good in here?” Another one of your suite partners walked in from the refresher. “Is there a candle burning?  Is someone baking?”  

             You sat up on the bed and your head felt dizzy.  It seemed like all the blood in your body was circulating at a fast pace.  You grabbed your roommates arm and started to stand, but your legs shook and every ounce of your being wanted to climb back into the bed. You gave up and fell back against the mattress.  

             “I think I’m sick.” You felt hot and uncomfortable.  

             A hand touched your forehead and you winced at the coolness.

             “Oh my God Y/N.” Your roommate pulled your hand away. “You’re burning up. I’m going to get the nurse.”

             “Jedis don’t get sick.” You mumbled as you fell backwards against the pillows.  

             Your two roommates chatted with each other in hushed tones but you couldn’t make out what they were saying as you turned to your side and huddled in the corner of your bed. An ache was forming in your stomach. There was some form of relief available for you, maybe a type of medicine?  You couldn’t quite place what it was, but knew that something could help you get through this.  

             “Ben…” His name left your lips with a whimper, causing another pulse of heat to rush through your veins.  

 ~~~  

             Everything became a blur. You remembered Master Skywalker coming into your room and yelling for some guards.  Everything hurt and you were so hot.  Your organs felt like they were cooking as you were lifted off your bed.

             “Where’s Ben?” You asked.

             There was no response as someone cradled you to their chest.  You weren’t even sure your words were audible as you cried out at the pain in your core and tried to fall back asleep.  

             It felt like every time you shut your eyes the next time you opened them you were in more pain. To make it worse, the heat started to pool between your legs.  If you weren’t flushed from the fever you would have been flaming from the embarrassment.  You were on a bed, but it wasn’t your bed, making the pain in your stomach even worse.

             “Help me.” Nobody was around to hear you, but you asked anyway. “Please. Make it stop.”

             You sobbed as you gripped the sheets, trying to will yourself back to sleep.  

             When you opened your eyes the next time you were laying in a bathtub.   All of your clothing was still on as the cold water beat down on you. You sighed with relief and looked up through blurry eyes to see who you thought was Master Skywalker.

             “Where’s Ben?” You mumbled.  “We were going to go away together.”

             “Shhhh.” He pushed your matted hair out of you face. “It will be over soon. I think you’re through the worst.”

             It was obvious the man couldn’t understand you.  In fact, your words sounded more like moans inside your head now that you thought about it. The cool water felt good and you let yourself drift off into dreamland one more time.  

~~~  

           You woke up with a start. The fever was gone, but there was still a dull ache in your stomach, almost as if you felt empty.  Then you spotted the plate of food and your hunger spiked.  You ran over and chugged the water before shoveling the sandwich down your throat.

             “You’re awake.” Doors slid open as Master Skywalker came into the room. “Good.  How are you feeling?”  

             “Are we on a ship?” You noticed the blackness of space as the doors shut.  

             “Yes.” His robes ran across the floor as he went towards the chair. “Take a seat Y/N.”  

             He wasn’t normally so informal.  You had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well, but you sat anyway.  

             “Do you know when your birthday is?” He sat with the importance of a Jedi, but his voice was not as hard as normal.  

             “No.” You shook your head. “I was an orphan. Remember?”

             Skywalker nodded and looked away. He was usually so direct, this behavior was unsettling.  

             “I believe your birthday was three days ago.” He turns his head back to you. “And you presented as an Omega.”

             “No.” You shook your head. “Omegas aren’t force sensitive. Omegas can’t be Jedi. Master Skywalker, you’re wrong!”

             “You can call me Luke Y/N.” He was trying to be nice, but hearing his informal name felt like a slap in the face.  

             “No.” It came out with a shake. “I was sick. That was all.”

             “I know this must be difficult for you.” Luke coughed. “But can you feel it? The force?”

             You shut your eyes and tried to meditate.  It didn’t last more than a few seconds before you broke out into a sob and brought your hand to your eyes.  Luke jumped out of the chair and sat next to you.

             “It’s gone.”  You leaned into him. “It’s gone.”

             That was the hole you felt when you woke up.  The force had been with you longer than you could remember, but now there was an empty pit inside of you.  One that could never be filled.  

             It took at least an hour, but you calmed down and eventually pulled away from Luke’s now tear-soaked robes.  Life would have to go on.

             “So what now?” You asked.

             “You can’t stay at the school.  Every Alpha in the place would try and mate you.”  He dropped his arm from around your shoulders.

             “But you didn’t.” You knew about seventy-five percent of Jedis were Alphas, including Master Skywalker.

             “I have a lot more training and self-control.” He stood up. “Now that your heat is over, I can take you back, but not to train.”

             “No.” You shook your head. Flashes of pity looks crossed your mind.  You wouldn’t be that girl.  “I can’t go back.”

             “I figured as much.” Luke crossed his arms. “I know someone. An Omega. It’s been years, but I’m sure she would be willing to take you in, help you with the transition.”  

             “Fine.” You had never felt so defeated in your life. “Why did this happen to me? How?  I should have never been able to harness the force in the first place.”

             “No.” Luke shook his head. “You shouldn’t have. Sometimes, life is cruel.  I wish I had a better explanation for you.  When you feel up to it, join me in the cockpit.”

             He started out the door, but paused.  

             “What about my Nephew?” Luke turned. “Do you want me to send him?”

             “You knew?” Maybe Luke heard your mumbles during your heat.

             “I assumed it was puppy love, that it would pass.” Luke took a few steps towards you. “But if you’re an omega, and you’re his omega. I can send him after you. The two of you can mate and live a normal life.”

             “Ben wouldn’t be a Jedi then.  Jedis can’t have mates.” You thought about the hole in your chest where the force used to be.  There was no way you would be that selfish to force Ben to feel as empty as you did.  “You’re right. It was just a childish romance. Tell him I don’t love him, but I want him to be happy.”  

             Luke nodded and spun around continuing with the exit.  Saying the words out loud did not make them any less of a lie.  You loved Ben with all your heart.  Of course it was better if he did not know that.  No way you would ruin his life by saddling him with an Omega.  

 ~~~  

           “Eat these herbs twice a day and you won’t have to deal with that nasty heat ever again.” Allewel held up a leaf in her garden and placed it in your palm. She was Luke’s Omega friend. A small older woman, who could have been the textbook example of an Omega in appearance.

             Memories of the excruciating experience made you gulp down the disgusting play without hesitation. Allewel laughed at your expression.

             “You’ll get used to it in time.”  She wiped her hands and stood up. “But keep that secret to yourself. I’m sure if enough Alphas found out, they would declare my plant poison and outlaw the thing.”

            “Why?” You followed her back inside the tiny house she called home.  

             “Never paid much attention to Omegas before, have you?”  She went to the water basin and started washing her hands.  

             “No.” You shook your head sheepishly. “I assumed I was an Alpha.”

             “As did everyone else around you.” Allewel motioned for you to come wash your hands.

             “I could use the force.” You didn’t need to explain yourself, no doubt Luke filled her in before he took off.  

             “There is peace in the galaxy at the moment.”  She went to the stove and wiped her hands on a rag. “But there is never truly peace for an Omega.  We’re still seen more as property than human beings. Our only purpose it to mate with an Alpha and bare their children.  Our biology demands it.”

             “You’re not mated.” You looked at her neck for markings. “You seem to be doing fine.”

             “I live on a barely populated planet and garden to survive.” She smiled. “I use my plants to make remedies and lotions.  It’s not exciting work.”

             “What did you want?” There was a faraway look in Allewel’s eyes.  

             “I wanted to join the rebels. Fight along Luke Skywalker and his sister. I wanted to bring down the Emperor.” Allewel sighed. “When I showed up as a volunteer I was sent away. They did not want an Omega there. Too delicate.  Too much risk.”

             “That’s awful.” You always thought you would be on the frontlines, being the security force for the galaxy.  Keeping the peace, fighting if required.  You frowned, realizing that was taken from you with your new status. “But I thought all Omegas wanted was an Alpha and children?”

             “You’re an Omega.” Allewel popped a hand on her hip. “Is that all you want?”

           You shook your head. All you wanted was the force sensitivity back.

             “Myth, handed down by generations of Alphas.” Allewel waved you down a small hallway. “When we’re in heat, that’s all we want.  To feel an Alpha’s not.  It is the only thing that will make the pain go away. But if we don’t have our heat, then we won’t want that.”

             All you could think of was Ben when you were in the throes of your cycle. That made sense now.  He would have brought you the relief.  

             “Nobody ever questioned why you don’t have a heat?” You entered behind her in a small bedroom.

             “People assume that I do.” Allewel pat on the bed. “I just don’t correct their assumption, or like I said, they would probably confiscate my plants and make me have one. Or had one, I’m likely too old now either way.”  

             “Will you teach me?” You took a seat in front of her.  

             “Teach you what?” She tilted her head.

             “How to live a life. The way you do?”  You’d only known the ways of the Jedi.  Your future was mapped out for you.  Now, you had no path and needed to cling to something, anything to stay alive.

             Allewel took a seat next to you and grabbed your hand, pulling it into her lap.

             “This is not an exciting way to live.” Her eyes bore into yours. “If you want love or travel or a family I will book you passage to the Capitol.  There will be a hundred Alphas who will want nothing more than to mate you and give you those things.”  

             “No.” You fidgeted on the bed. “I don’t want an Alpha.”  

             The truth was, you only wanted one Alpha.  Ben was willing to leave with you and part of you wished you had asked Luke to go get him. He would have claimed you and spent the rest of his life with you.  But now that you knew what it was like to lose the force, there was no way you would force Ben to do the same.  Life was cruel.

 ~~~  

           Time passed slowly. Allewel had you up with the sun and exhausted by the time is went down. Day in and day out you worked in the garden, doubling its size, since now there were two of you who needed to live off of it.

             Your heat never came again as the months went by.  In the little free time you had you walked and explored the green planet that was now your home.  Barely populated was right, you never crossed another soul.  

             Allewel said there was a large bizarre twice a year, where she would sell her wares and re-stock supplies.  You started to count down the days, eager for a slight change of pace.  You started imagining someone attacking Allewel.  You might not be a Jedi, but you could still fight like one, Omega or not.  You would step in and save her, awing the crowd with your abilities.

             “Will you stop swinging that hoe around?”  Allewel laughed.

             “Huh?”  You realized you were in a fighting stance, using the gardening tool as a baston.  

             A small buzzing sound came in the distance and both of you whipped your heads up to see the space ship appear in the sky.  

             “That’s a Jedi ship.” You held you hand up to block the sun. “Is it coming here? Does Luke visit often?”

             “He doesn’t visit at all.”  Allewel walked up behind you. “But that’s him alright.”  

             The ship came closer and closer.  Allewel started walking towards where it would land and you followed.

             “Maybe he wants to check on you?”  She glanced over her shoulder and you shook you head, he never mentioned it before he left.

             A small smile spread on your face though.  It would be nice to hear how your old family was doing, if any of the trainees had passed the test and were now Jedi Knights.  You wanted to hear how your old roommates were doing and of course Ben. You wouldn’t ask right away though, not wanting Luke or Allewel to suspect your true feelings.  

             When the door to the ship opened your smile faded away.  Luke practically fell out of the ship, clutching his side.

             “LUKE!” Allewel ran towards him.  “Y/N, help me carry him!”

             You ran behind her and started to hoist your former master upwards.  

             “What happened?” You started moving towards the house with your shoulder under Luke’s left arm.

             “We’ll take him to my bedroom. Then you get my medical bag.” Allewel leaned forward.  

             “Is Ben alright?” You blurted out, losing any chance for subtlety.  

             “They’re all dead.” Luke winced. “All of them.”  

             Your world started to collapse around you, and you struggled not to drop to your knees.  

             “Y/N.  He killed them.”  Luke swung his leg, taking some pressure off of you.

             “Who killed them?” Vengeance was not the Jedi way, but you were no Jedi. Images of Ben and all your other friends danced in front of your eyes. Your anger growing strong enough to rival a Sith. “Who killed Ben?”

             You made it into the house and Luke did not answer, almost as if he was struggling. Once he was on the bed you ran straight for the bag Allewel mentioned.

             “Here.”  You returned with it and she started rummaging.

             Luke’s shirt was pulled open and there was a deep cut on his left side, but it looked like the bleeding stopped.  

             “He’s not Ben anymore.” Luke locked eyes with you. “I don’t know who he is, but he’s not Ben.”

             “What?” Your brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”  

             “He changed. Followed the dark side.”  Luke screamed as Allewel added some balm to his wound.  

             “Hold him down.” She glared at you. “And stop asking questions.  He needs medical attention, not an interrogation.”

             You moved your hands to Luke’s shoulder.  

             “He’s not Ben.  He killed them all.”  Luke reached up with his good hand. “And he’s looking for you.”

             His blue eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of his head.  Then they rolled back into his skull as he collapsed on the bed into unconsciousness.  

 A/N:  I totally got the name Allewel from one of those “Star Wars name generator” websites.

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TOSKA [ PART I]

PAIRING : Yandere!Hoseok x Reader

SUMMARY : The Mating Season is a wondrous time for all the wolves. Well, as wondrous as Alphas fighting against Alphas for their desired Omegas can be. You wish for it to pass quickly. Receive zero offers or worse, get mated to an Alpha that had been the part of the group of wolves that had bullied you throughout your childhood. However, bad luck comes knocking at your door in the form of the Alpha’s son, also the reason you were ostracized and tormented as a child.

GENRE : Yandere AU, Werewolf AU, Omegaverse AU

WARNINGS: Bullying, Mature Language, Omegaverse, Yandere Behavior, Misogynistic Behavior, Child Abuse, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Dead Animals, Violence etc.

I do not own BTS. This in, no way, reflects their real personalities. The only reason they have been mentioned is to indicate the physical appearance of a FICTIONAL character.

My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

Part I    Part II

He was staring at you. Again.

Wait, that's not right. Glaring was the right word. Dark, hooded eyes burnt holes into the back of your neck as you adamantly stared ahead. You curl in on yourself, the force of his intense gaze on you feeling like a physical hand upon your nape, bending it, forcing it into submission.

You didn't need to look back to know who it was. It was always him.

And despite having grown up with his murderous, intent gaze on you, it never stopped your spine from being wracked by shivers each time the two of you were in close vicinity.

The murmurs around you, the plethora of smells attacking your newly sensitive nose and the feel of your best friend's arm brushing against yours as he stood by your side, all bled into the background under the sheer power of his sight.

Your head, that had been up until now timidly turned down looked up as a powerful voice boomed,

"Wolves of Lucine, welcome. Today marks the commencement of the Mating Season, under the ever watchful eye of our Mother Moon. Step forward and announce your intent!"

The Head Alpha's words got varying reactions from the crowd of the young wolves. The large clearing contained the unmated alphas, most of which growled and released heavy pheromones at his words, as well as the omegas who flinched and began to fidget, a reaction their biology imposed upon them, whether they liked it or not.

You could feel Kylo shiver beside you. He links his fingers with yours, the two of you being each other's strength. You don't look at him, neither he you but you rub your thumb on the back of his hand, hoping to calm him down.

Every omega around you is similarly affected, some even smelling of involuntary slick. Your forehead furrows. You knew very well that some of your fellow omegas did not wish to be mated, having barely crossed nineteen summers, yourself included. But no matter how much you or they wished to retreat back into the safety of their caves, they wouldn't be welcomed. Spoken or unspoken, the sentiment in every pack member, especially the Alphas would remain the same,

' All Omegas of worth are mated by the age of nineteen.'

To remain unmated later than that, an Omega was considered unworthy, something that must be lacking, faulty, defected.

You licked your lips as the silence elongated the moment. The Alphas were expected to declare intent first.

The ground shook or maybe it was all in your mind as he stepped forward. Walking with agile steps, similar to that of a panther roaming the jungle, he strode forward till he reached the side of the Head Alpha. You dared not look up, lest you meet his eyes. Your stomach felt tight with nerves as it is.

Your heavy breathing was all that you could hear before his baritone fell upon your ears. You stared hard at the ground, wishing for this moment to pass quickly.

"Jung Hoseok, Alpha. Intent to Mate." His voice ended in a growl.

Your breath hitched. A similar reaction was inspired in the crowd, Alphas and Omegas alike.

Alpha Hoseok had never declared intent to Mate. Ever since he had turned nineteen, he'd always attended the Intent Ceremony but always declined during the declaration. You'd never known why. Kylo's Omega sister ,who was now Mated, had told the two of you in hushed whispers about it, when she'd recall her experience of the Intent Ceremony to the two of you.

You'd always been curious about it, despite not wanting to Mate. You'd wondered if atleast some of the Omegas were happy, excited. Today was your first time attending and you'd quenched your curiosity thoroughly.

The Intent Ceremony was a grim, solemn affair, atleast for the Omegas. Their downturned heads, if raised would expose their glassy eyes, dreading the future. A future that depended solely on the mercy of their Alpha Mates. And sadly for them, the merciful ones were far and few in between.

The best representation of the kind of Alpha that each Omega standing here dreaded was standing at the very head of the clearing, digging holes into your trembling form.

Alpha Hoseok stood with a confident stance, legs spread apart, hands clasped behind his ramrod back. Traveling up his form, your gaze fell upon his legs, muscles making clear indentations even through the brown breeches. His torso clad in a loose white tunic faced your direction, strong lean arms, bulging even in the relaxed posture. He was truly the pinnacle of an Alpha that all the Omegas dreaded yet exactly what their Nature forced them to want, to pine for, to submit to.

And you had never despised Nature more than now, as you looked at his eyes, dark as ever. His face that had been stoic, pulled up into the lightest of smirks as your eyes met his.

Your core responded to the gaze of the virile Alpha and you wanted to cry. Your ears burnt with shame as your body shivered.

Omegas were truly impaired by their biology.

The sight of that smirk widening brought back a barrage of memories, none of them pleasant.

The walk to Lucine had been so long. Your small, chubby legs ached and the soles of your feet throbbed. You squeezed Mother’s hand, looking up at her tired form and making what you hoped was a pitiful face. She squeezes it back, an apologetic look overtaking her beautiful face for a fleeting moment before she schools it back into a neutral one.

You sighed. Father had said that this would only be a two hour walk. But it had been so long! Your teacher in the previous pack had yet to introduce the pups of your age group to reading a sundial, so you couldn’t say for sure how long you had kept walking in the thick forest.

But even if it had been longer, what could you do really? You look at Father’s imposing backside, plodding ahead, and wonder how badly you’d get beaten if you threw what he called a ‘tantrum’. You didn’t know what that word meant but it would anger Father whenever you said anything that wasn’t in agreement to his words. The last time you’d done so, he’d slapped your back so hard that you couldn’t lean it across the bark of the tree during the class for an entire week.

As you were walking, the sight of a beautiful sparrow made you look up. It sat upon the thinnest branch of the tree ahead, free as ever, going wherever it wanted. In your childish brain, it felt like her eyes were on you too as she stared back so you decided to wave and smile at it, hoping that it understood that you wanted to be friends.

Before it could respond, your foot got caught in a shallow hole filled with viscous mud. You went tumbling down. At the very last moment, Mother’s grip on your hand tightened and prevented you from having a mouth full of mud.

You squeaked as you looked down on your favorite yellow dress, now stained with dirty brown as it dripped down the hem. Eyes filled with tears, you looked down, noting your now dirty legs.

The commotion alerted Father to the scene behind him and you didn’t have to look up to know that the familiar look of fury was upon his face again. Heavy steps filled your vision as he came towards you. You could feel the grip Mother had on your hand tighten even more but she didn’t say a word.

She never did.

You feel your vision shake as he grasps your upper arm in a vice grip and pulls you forward. Lip trembling, you expect his hand raised in fury to meet your cheek any time but it stops mid-air.

You peek up at his face, jaw clenched and eyes burning with anger.

"You stupid chi-! Let's not do this here. We're about to arrive and you better not make a fool out of me in front of the new pack. And you!" He spits out, looking at Mother.

"Better be on your best behavior. Only speak when spoken to. If you go off running that dumb mouth, only Mother Moon what knows what would happen to my position in the Council." His words end with a look that smarts, even though it is directed at Mother.

She looks down, biting her lip and nodding meekly.

The three of you plod ahead, eager to reach pack grounds before sunset. The no man's land is not one to be relaxed in.

You move forward, even though your legs scream with fatigue and each step feels shaky.

This time you don't get distracted by any birds.

After walking for what felt like hours, your Father's back disappeared into a thick covering of shrubs, vines and overgrown plants.

Mother tugged upon your hand to pull you into it as well. Your child brain wondered if you would even be able to come out of it on the other side. What if thorns prickled you?

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and moved forward, putting one step ahead of the other.

Surprisingly, you came out on the other side fairly quickly. But in walking through the cover, a few leaves and loose twigs attached themselves to wetter mud stains upon your beloved dress.

Mother picked off some of them discreetly as Father looked around, taking in the large area.

Surrounded by large, thick tress and wilderness on all sides, multiple caves lay ahead of you. A large fire pit acted as the centre of the clearing, the caves all equally distant from it. There was a hut on the far right, which you assumed was the Pack Kitchen since huts like these were used for such purposes in your previous pack.

But this pack was nothing like your previous pack. At least, on the basis of its location. For one, it was much larger in area. It had many mores caves than you had ever seen. The surrounding greenery was also much thicker. You didn't know what that meant but that's what Father had said to the elder's in the previous pack when he declared his decision to leave. Something about getting a better position, he had said.

And it seemed like he had got it since there was a group of people coming towards the three of you, with smiles on their faces. There was a little boy with them too, similar in stature to you. You were happy to see this, you wanted to make many friends here!

As they came closer, they bowed to each other, Mother putting subtle pressure on your back to remind you. You bow and look up at the boy, giving him a wide smile. He waves back, a meek smile upon his face.

The conversation between the adults is lost on you, your eyes distracted by the large pack area, not knowing where to look. Wolves of all ages were going about their daily lives, sometimes looking over at your group before resuming their activities.

"This is my pup, Y/N." Father's call of your name brings back your attention, the adults now looking at you. You bow again, hoping Father will be happy now that you're keeping quiet and bowing well. The three adults nod at you. The youngest of the three pushed the young boy forward.

"This is my brother's pup, Kylo. Kylo, welcome your new pack mate nicely." The tall main said, giving you a quick smile.

Kylo walked forward in your direction. Giving you a small smile, he looked up at your father, asking him in a meek voice,

"Can I take Y/N to meet my friends?"

Father took a deep breath, trying to figure out the pup's subgender. Satisfied that Kylo smelled like an unpresented Omega, he nodded, once again becoming engrossed in talking to the adults as Mother gave you an encouraging smile.

You slipped his hand into yours and let yourself be pulled along.

You come across many adults on your way, almost everyone giving Kylo a smile and a pat on the head. He smiles back at everyone and you decide then that you're going to be a good friend to him. Smiling people are so pretty!

"Do you like to play tag?" He asks in his melodious voice. It might even be softer than yours.

"Yes! Do you have many friends that we can play with? Tag is so much fun with many friends." You speak, a large grin stretching your lips. You wanted to make lots of friends here just like you had in your previous pack.

He nods, pulling you in the direction of a large area where pups of all ages were playing. A small group that looked to be close to your age looked like they were playing tag. You were going to join them!

Kylo hopped to the group, smiling. You stumbled behind him, eager to make friends.

"Guys! This is Y/N. Uncle said she's going to be our friend now."

You bowed and waved, giving everyone a large smile. As you were looking at everyone, you noticed a boy holding a bird plushie. It was yellow and looked so soft.

Kylo began speaking again, wanting to introduce you to everyone.

"Y/N, this is Hoseok. He decides which games we play each day because he's the eldest." Kylo smiled at the boy standing at one corner of the pups that were forming a semi-circle around you.

The boy waved as you gave him a large smile. He looked taller than everyone.

"Do you like to climb trees?" You asked, hoping he could teach you. You always wanted to learn but Mother insisted that she wanted you to be taller first. Since he looked tall, he must know, right?

He looked confused and furrowed his brow.

"Why do you wanna climb trees? Mom says it makes our clothes dirty." His face belied his disgust.

What was wrong with dirty clothes if you got to enjoy yourself? He was so weird.

You looked away from him at the next boy. You didn't want to talk to Hoseok anymore.

"Hi, what's your name?" You smiled at the boy holding the plushie.

He waved,

"I'm Jungkook. Do you wanna play with Beetle?" He extended his plushie, a timid look on his face.

You beamed at him.

"Plushies are so stupid, Jungkook. Stop acting like an Omega." Hoseok scoffed, standing in front of Jungkook, blocking him from your view.

Plushies were not stupid! Especially not bird ones.

You move forward, eager to play with the plushie and Jungkook.

Taking the plushie from Jungkook's hands, you look at Hoseok. Looking up, you stared in his eyes and exclaimed in anger,

"Plushies are not stupid! You are stupid. And don't talk to Jungkook like that. Come Jungkook, we'll play with Beetle." You take Jungkook's hand into yours and move towards Kylo, who had been watching the entire scene with his mouth hanging open.

Hoseok stood there for a moment, looking chastised. Suddenly, his face twisted. As you were moving away, he turned around and pushed you hard, causing you to fall on the floor.

You let out a sound of pain, eyes filling up with tears. It hurt so much, hitting your hip on the hard ground.

Hoseok stood over you, his mouth twisted and eyes hard. Suddenly, he looked so much older than you and any other child standing there, watching the scene in front of them, silently.

“Who let you into our pack? Or are you a rogue? You look like one. Am I right guys?” He questions looking at all the kids around him, a cruel sneer upon his young face.

Everyone apart from Jungkook and Kylo sneak glances at each other before nodding, almost hesitantly.

Basking in their agreement, he smiles and tilts his head while looking down at you. You notice Jungkook’s doe eyes glistening, probably feeling bad about your pathetic position.

Suddenly, your tormentor kneels down and tugs at the hem of your stained dress.

“Did they throw you out of your pack, you ragamuffin? Hm? Everyone, look at this dress, does it look new to you? Can your Father not hunt well? Is that why you have to wear such dirty clothes?” He speaks loudly, pouting his lips in malicious concern. The kids around you laugh, either for supporting their assumed leader or out of genuine amusement. Kids can be cruel like that.

Tears are spilling down your cheeks, humiliation coloring your face red. You weren’t thrown out! 

Before you could open your mouth to retort angrily, a pup your age picks at your hair harshly, pulling out a small leaf that had been left behind. She shows it to everyone as they laugh and holler.

Hoseok stands now and joins in the laughter, his eyes still trained upon your red face.

Kylo and Jungkook take each of your arm and tug you up, pulling you away. The three of you walk far away from the group of hollering pups, your heads down.

Things did not get any better after that damned day. The three of you were ostracized by all the other children. The next day you had gone out to play, hoping you could be friends, despite feeling thoroughly humiliated. Hoseok hadn’t been there but the pups followed his commands nonetheless, refusing to let you play. When their leader arrived, he took it a bit further by insulting not just you but Kylo and Jungkook as well, saying that ‘wimps should only play with wimps.’

You were pissed. Insulting you was one thing, but your friends too? At first, you felt guilty. It was because of you that they couldn’t see their other friends. 

When you were old enough to learn under the care of the pack teacher, your feelings of guilt worsened. As the three of you would walk into the small shack, all the kids would hoot and shout nasty words. The teacher, an old, hunching man with eyes that could barely distinguish between colors, would simply ignore the commotion or mutter a weak, ‘silence!’

Your writing board would either get stolen or damaged when you went out to have lunch. Either that or some kid would accuse you of stealing something from them and when the teacher checked, it would magically end up in your sack. You would get pushed, mocked and humiliated, all as that monster laughed, always looking on from the sidelines.

In the beginning, when Mother found a purple bruise upon your shoulder, she urged you to tell her how you’d gotten hurt as she applied the medicinal herb. Under her gentle hands, hands that wished to soothe and not hurt, you broke. Telling her everything, you bawled in her arms and begged her to leave this pack. No one likes you here, they make fun of you and every school day is torture. As she tightened her loving arms around you, you assumed that she would do something about this.

Instead, in her smooth voice, she advised you to not say a word in front of Father, for your own good. You cried that day, unable to understand why Mother wanted you to accept this. As you grew up, you realized that it truly was for your own good. If Father got the wind of this, he would be a thousand times worse than those pups. You see, Father firmly believed that a wolf that breaks under pressure will not survive long. Ever since you could hear and comprehend, his favorite phrase had been “survival of the fittest.” Showing emotions, worse even, crying was a cardinal sin. If he got to know how you were being treated, instead of standing up for you, he would instigate those hateful children, encourage them to “teach you to weather every situation in life.”

Each day was miserable. However, Kylo and Jungkook stayed in your life like a ray of sunshine, your hope that there were still good wolves left on this Moon-forsaken place. Your small group would play together in one side of the garden while everyone else clustered around Hoseok, asking him what they would play during recess. The three of you would be playing with Beetle or having a competition to see who could stack stones atop another the quickest. And each day, the other pups would play tag and purposefully come near your little corner to break your stone tower or kick Beetle. 

As an apology to Jungkook, the three of you would go to the lake every weekend to wash Beetle clean. Seeing his beloved plush toy shining and clean, his doe eyes would shine bright and a toothy grin would spread upon his face. Jungkook had always been a sweet soul. Once during lunch, you had remarked to him, 

“Your smile is so pretty, Kook. You look like a bunny when you smile.” You had said as his smile widened, nose scrunching up. Kylo pushed his shoulder and tried to imitate his smile.

The moment was broken, as always by the bane of your existence. A carrot came flying and hit your friend’s head. Your head whipped around, as Hoseok came towards your little group, smirking.

“Why, little bunny. Did that hurt? Of course it did.” His mocking smile morphed into a sneer, “An imposter. A bunny among wolves. That’s what you are, runt. Go away and join a pack of bunnies instead of staying in our pack and pretending to be a wolf!” His words were as cruel as ever. 

Seeing the rivulets of tears tracking down your friend’s chubby cheeks inflamed your anger. How dare he?! 

High on the euphoria of everyone around him laughing and cheering on his malicious words, your bully failed to notice you standing up and swinging a punch his way.

It hit his jaw with a crack, the sound silencing everyone. His head whipped to the side with the force of the hit, staying there for a good minute before he looked back at you. The look in his eyes almost made your resolve crumble but you stood your ground. Face now wiped of any amusement, his eyes threw daggers at you, his hands clenched and nose flaring with fury. You wondered if he was going to hit back and prepared yourself for it.

Instead he smiled and walked back, turning his back to you. His expression had changed in a split second, relaxing his face into it’s normal look of nonchalance.

Before school the next day, you steeled yourself for the bullying becoming way worse. Maybe you’d get a few punches and your bottle would be stolen again. Nothing you hadn’t experienced earlier, right?

Oh, how wrong you were.

Kylo had taken a while to come out of the school hut. Worrying that he’d miss lunch, you walked in, telling Jungkook to stay put.

It was quiet, as expected. All the pups were supposed to be out, playing and eating. 

“Kylo, come out! Lunch is about to be over.” You called out, still making your way in.

A hand clamped itself against your mouth as your hands flailed. Your attacker bound them against your back. Almost immobile, you were dragged to the washroom.

You tried to scream and cry, all in vain. The ambusher was strong and determined. Your blood pumped with such hurry, you thought you were going to faint.

The washroom exposed to your eyes the sight of Kylo being similarly restrained as you as he cried silently, begging you with this eyes. And of course, the scene was complete with Hoseok standing above him, scissors in his hands. He snipped them in thing air, making you acutely aware of the sharp blades. Your mouth became dry.

He smiled at the expression of terror upon your face and threw the scissors to the girl beside him who began walking in your direction. Now struggling even more fiercely, you kicked and tried to scream, all to no avail. Everything was done in absolute silence. 

The girl with the scissors walked behind you and began snipping, the sound of the scissors the only one you could hear above the blood thumping in your head. For a second, you wondered why you couldn’t feel any pain. 

The realization brought horror.

Clumps of hair fell all around you, snipped in an uneven fashion. Tears blurred your vision as your rising sob was muffled in the hand around your mouth. A wolf’s hair was their pride. To have them taken away in such a crude, degrading manner was the death of one’s pride, even your young mind could understand that. 

In your devastation, you looked at the boy standing in front of you, wishing you could kill him with your eyes. He looked at you, unblinking, face as neutral as ever.

You never thought your young heart could hold such hatred for someone.

The walk back to your cave was filled with the dreaded silence. Despite walking close together, Kylo and you were far away in your minds. After the Intent Ceremony had ended, all wolves had left for their caves.

You were scared and apprehensive. Just the thought of being mated soon brought shivers down your spine. You’d have to leave your cave for a strange one. Being an unmated Omega, you had to live with your family until you moved to the one where your mate lived. This was the only space that you had called a home, after your cave in your last pack. On top of all that, living with a stranger. You grimaced.

You could sense that Kylo wanted to say something. He looked up at you and then looked back down, a conflicted look upon his soft, cherubic fact. Giving your best friend a tight lipped smile, you nod at him to reveal what was in his mind.

“Do you...” He purses his lips for a moment. “ You think Jungkook might ask for your hand?” His look of meek hopefulness lifts your mood for an instant before it plummets back down.

Looking up at the darkening sky, you wonder if Mother has brought the washed clothes inside. It looks like it might rain. 

“Don’t know. He might have his eye on someone.” You don’t look at Kylo as you speak, wishing to maintain a calm, nonchalant facade. Jungkook....you feel like the two of you are as good as strangers. Ever since you and him presented and grew into your respective sub-genders, you weren’t allowed to interact outside of any pack celebrations. Even then, Omegas were expected to keep to themselves and not interact with any unmated, unrelated Alpha too much. 

Ever since, the two of you went your separate ways- him with the hunting practice and you with learning the tasks required of Omegas such as sewing, cooking, cleaning and the likes- you were unable to see much of your former best friend, if any.

Well, you still considered him your best friend but you weren’t sure just how much that feeling was reciprocated. Ever since he had returned from the woods- it was mandatory for every Alpha wolf that comes of age to spend an year in the woods alone- he had grown from a boy into a man. Apart from his brawny physique, he had also changed in demeanor, becoming more stoic than you had known him to be earlier. 

Kylo sighed and moved his head in a nod. Despite his wishful thinking, your words made sense. It wouldn’t be right to assume that he’d choose you as a Mate out of some sympathy for your position. There were a ton of beautiful, unmated Omegas in the pack and with his capable nature, he’d be able to fight for Omegas who were far from being an ostracized wolf like you.

You gave Kylo a half-hearted smile as you reached near his cave and waved him goodbye, staying in your spot before he disappeared into the mouth of a medium sized, light grey cave.

Thunder cackled behind you and your steps quickened to reach home. Kylo’s words ran in a loop in your head. Despite the nonchalance you portrayed in front of him, you couldn’t help but hope that Jungkook would declare intentions for you. You didn’t particularly have any romantic feelings for him but it might be nice to be mated to an Alpha who hadn’t bullied you as a pup, which unfortunately was not true for majority of the Alphas of the Lucine pack.

A light shower from the heavens above jolted you from your hopeful thoughts, literally raining upon your parade. You snorted.

With your cave in sight, you saw Mother rushing outside, hurriedly grabbing the clothes drying on the large rock beside it. You run towards her, forgetting all thoughts of Alphas and dreadful Matings in favour of saving the half-dry clothes.

The sound of the cave's entrance rock being moved aside jolted you from your fitful sleep. You sat up on the hard floor, rubbing your eyes of the lingering whispers of rest. Mind still feeling as if it had been stuffed with wool, your eyes chose the nearest wall to focus upon, replaying vestiges of the dream you had been having.

It had been dark, very dark. An open field, trees flying by as your feet thumped against the grass, running. You couldn't recall whether you were running towards something or from something. All you recalled was adrenaline firing up your veins.

Father's voice accompanied by the heavy sound of something being dragged against the rocks made you stand on your wobbly feet. You were pretty sure it was still very early in the morning; Mother always woke you up before Father did - as a good Omega should be up before the Alphas of the cave woke. So what could be disrupting the early morning peace in your cave of three?

Covering up your chest with a thin shawl, you peeked out from the protrusion in the cave rock that divided your small sleeping area from the rest of the cave.

Father stood in the middle, talking animatedly with a figure that stood upright, shoulders back and hands clasped behind his back. Lean muscles bulged through his thin coverings, face alight with a heart shape smile.

On his feet lay the dead body of a large boar, enough to feed an entire pack twice. It looked as if it was brutally killed, mauled and gouged as it were.

Instantly grasping the situation, you froze. Hoseok had come to present your guardian with an Intent Offering, asking for your hand in Mating.

For a minute, you thought it must be a cruel joke. He liked pulling such pranks. Maybe he intended to present Father with this offering and retract it as soon as Father's eyes shone with glee, ecstatic to have such a personal relationship with the current Alpha's only son.

Your feet feeling glued to the floor, you hoped beyond hope that this was indeed what he intended. Your prayers, however, went unanswered as Father patted him on the back, a smile you had never seen before glued to his lips. The center of attention, the young Alpha nodded and laughed, face the very picture of innocence. Bile rose up in your throat; how could he pretend that he hadn't tormented you your entire life?!

Heart racing, your body reacted by emitting the pungent scent of an Omega's distress. Perhaps this alerted him or he was already aware of your presence because dark brown eyes clashed with yours as he looked at you, face losing all traces of the previous amusement. Rumbling, he stepped towards you, holding out his hands.

Your heart slowed despite your mind still screaming in stress. Realising he had begun to release calming pheromones, your mouth twisted into a snarl. How many times would your biology betray you?

Hoseok's presence was so overwhelming, almost suffocating in the small space that you failed to notice Father beginning to walk towards you until he wrapped his callused palm around your bicep, pulling you into the still Alpha's direction.

You looked at his face and came upon the realisation that something about it had changed ever since he had come back from the woods. Apart from the sharpened features and higher cheekbones, something else had changed too, something much more significant than his outer appearance. Earlier his face used to hold a mocking smile as it looked at you. But now his face would go almost slack, relaxing whenever he would look at you. However, the eyes stayed the same, dark voids that stared at you with such intensity that you felt it like a physical touch that almost edged on painful, unbearable.

The same look lingered in his eyes as he looked at you being dragged, pearl-like tears dropping down your face as you silently begged with Mother who stood watching the entire scene from against a wall, passively.

Hoseok reached into a large leather pouch that hung from a twined rope that lay around his slim hips. This time you couldn't hold back a shriek as he grasped your hand and placed upon it a dead bird, it's yellow feathers soaked in crimson blood, lifeless eyes looking back at you. You wished to loosen your hand, let it fall from your grasp; it reminded you too much of Beetle, sinuses clogging from unshed tears from the memory. However, the towering male in front of you closed his larger, rougher hand around yours, cupping it and forcing it into a fist, forcing you to accept.

"You like birds, right? See, I got one for you. Cook it tonight and tell me if it tasted nice when we meet on the day of the Choosing." His eyes chased yours as you tried to look away, palm burning yours as blood from the bird dripped down.

As tears rolled down your cheeks, he quirked an eyebrow,

"Not gonna say anything?"

Father's grip upon your bicep tightened, scared of loosing the Alpha's favor. You wanted to laugh. You wanted to tell him just how much Hoseok hated you. How all this was a big, fat joke. He was three years older than you and still hadn't taken a Mate. How could Father be so easily convinced that he'll suddenly change his mind for a social outcast. He was probably waiting for the day of the Choosing where Father would give his consent for the Mating and then call it off. Call you all sorts of things he'd already had in your childhood, in front of the whole pack.

But Father didn't know all this and so he put a hand to the back of your neck and forced your head down in a bow, an unverbal acceptance of his gift.

His tinkling laughter richochetted off the rocks as he spoke, eyes burning a hole on your bowed head,

"It's no matter. We'll have plenty of time to talk after the Mating."

Your eyes stung. The need to blink your eyes to rid them of the moisture or simply look away was all too consuming. You gave the knife in your hands a temporary rest as you sniffed and turned your head away from the green onions.

“You’ve spent more than 8 years in front of the cooking pots and yet sniffle at the sights of an onion?” Mother spoke. A stranger might take her words as a sign of beratement but only you could recognise the amusement underneath. Despite the onions and the smoke stinging your eyes, you like it. Cooking with Mother. It is the only time you spend with her, away from Father, where Mother barely speaks due to fear.

 Peering at her face, you notice the lines around her eyes deepening, her frail back beginning to hunch all under the weight of old age that now dawned upon her. You were hit with the realisation that she was growing old. The thought that someday she might not be here shook you down to your core. Your ultimate protector, even though she could do naught to save you from Father’s wrath and cruel words of the pups that still rung in your head, atleast she was there to soothe you afterwards. Who would protect you later?

The very idea of needing protection brought the image of a certain tall, strong wolf with an acerbic tongue to the forefront of your mind. At present, he was the one you needed protection from. Being his Mate? Even his name accidentally falling upon your ears as you walked past giggling Betas on the way to the weekly market caused you to flinch, the horrors he had inflicted still too fresh in your heart.

Perhaps it was the thoughts raging in your head or the sound of a wolf’s paws thumping against your cave entrance that the knife in your hand came down onto the onion with too much force. Well the onion and your index finger.

Crimson colored the cave floor, seeping into the garish grey, staining everything it touched. Blood flowed steadily and it was not surprising that Mother was quick to notice, attuned as she was to her pup. Gasping, she knelt near you and put your finger into her mouth, willing the blood to stop. You stood there, eyes looking into nothingness.

Mother looked at you, concern shadowing her face but before her opened mouth could voice her concern, the all too familiar baritone of Father rang out, telling you to come out.

In front of the entrance stood a wolf that easily looked into your eyes while being on it’s four paws, tall as it was. It’s midnight fur was thick and glossy except in places where it was missing, torn out by an opponent in a fight, probably in a desperate attempt to get away from the clutches of the nightmarish creature that stood before you to tell that tale.

You avoided his eyes, instead staring off into the distance. The weekly market was bound to be set up tomorrow. You had to buy a few new bowls, the older ones were already being filled with the side dishes. 

Hoseok’s wolf nudged at your hand that lay at your side, trying to direct it’s attention to the dead bird that lay at it’s feet. It was always a bird. He had been getting you these ever since he had come to your cave, asking for your hand. And everyday, you would look on passively, cementing your face into a look that did not betray anything.

This time, however, the wolf smelled something different. Your blood. A snapping growl was what brought your attention back, the wolf sniffing your finger where blood lingered. It whipped it’s large maw towards the direction where Father stood, a crazed look in it’s eye.

Before anyone could tell what had happened, the wolf changed into the man and Alpha Hoseok stood before you, the hand of your injured finger clutched into a death grip. His muscles shook and the look on his face made you shiver and curl into yourself. He stopped his growling only to demand,

“What is this?” 

Your mouth opened and voiced out, 

“The knife. Kitchen. I..” Words involuntarily spilled out, years of being intimidated by him catching up to you.

The world blurred for a second, and the next thing you saw was golden skin stretched taut over straining muscles as he pulled you close by your wrist. Looking up from his chest, you look at his face. Teeth elongated, eyes blazing and a scent that threatened to bring out a whimper, you felt yourself hyperventilate. He looked angry. Was he going to hit you?

“What if you got injured? Huh? Why are you using a knife? It’s too dangerous.” He spoke, eyes roving over your face desperately.

You failed to process his words, the instinct in you telling you to flee. 

Not gaining a response from you, he looks at Father.

“She’s not to be let near the fire again.”

Father looks bewildered by the whole scene.

“But-”

“Did you understand?” He cuts the older man off, a look that could lead grown wolves into pissing themselves, looming over his features.

You are brought out from your shock by your injured finger being swept into a hot cavern. His tongue laves over the pad of your digit insistently, cleaning it with saliva. You cry out, mind flinching from disgust as your body shivers, warmth flooding your veins. Tears drip down, you want to separate yourself from this traitorous physicality.

Before you can control it, your nails dig into his face, causing him to open his mouth so you can snatch your finger back and run into the cave. You find your nest, huddling in the threadbare wool, wanting to throw up.

Mother never let you cook with her again.

“So what happened after that?”

Putting the bowl with pink flowers painted on it back down on the red cloth clad vendor’s table, you looked up at Kylo, shrugging. Before you could continue telling him about Jungkook’s visit to your cave with an Intent Offering, you were jostled by the crowd. Considering this was the time that it began to flood with wolves looking to buy wares, clothes, pots and the like, you continued without looking back, perusing through multiple plates and bowls lying on the small table.

“I mean, Father had to accept it. It isn’t like you can turn away an Alpha asking for an unmated Omega’s hand. But I could tell that he wasn’t pleased.” You spoke, mouth falling into a straight line at the mental image of Jungkook’s Offering, a gorgeous painting of a flock of birds flying freely in the sky, lying sadly in one corner where Father had put it.

“Yeah, I know what he can be like. If it was up to him, he would’ve sent you away with that bastard the day he had come scratching at your cave.” Kylo said, huffing.

The mention of ‘that bastard’ made your stomach turn. Uptil now, you were deluding your mind into believing that if it just didn’t think about the looming Mating Ceremony, you would somehow be able to escape it.

Kylo noticed your crestfallen face immediately.

“But don’t worry. Jungkook won’t let it happen. See, I told you he would offer for you.” His words brought a new wave of anxiety over you. Looking at your dearest friend, you exposed your fear.

“But what if he’s doing all this in the name of our friendship, Ky? I won’t be able to live with myself feeling like I’d made him miss out on having a real mating, one where romantic feelings are involved.”

Kylo’s face broke into a smirk. By now, the two of you had shifted over to a jewelry vendor’s table. Picking up a string of pearls, she held it up to your neck.

“And what makes you think he doesn’t have feelings for you?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. The thought of your childhood bestfriend having feelings for you.....it was too much! But the image of his smiling face, the glimpses of his golden skin that you had caught after he’d returned from the woods, all of it brought a blush upon your face.

“Nice, huh?” In a daze, you could only reply with a small ‘yeah’ to Kylo’s question.

“I am talking about the necklace, dummy.”

Before you could retort, muscled arms slid around you, catching the necklace in warm hands and putting it around your neck. Kylo’s mouth popped open. Without needing to look back, you knew who was standing close behind you. That scent of dry logs burning in a fire and a spice that that you couldn’t identify assaulted your nostrils. 

Ripping yourself away from him, you fled into Kylo’s arms, shivering from his proximity. Hoseok stood before you, digging into his brown pouch and flinging a few coins at the vendor, who sat watching this interaction with an open mouth.

You pulled at Kylo’s arm, desperate to get away from him and every single wolf in the eerily still market who was now staring at you.

“What? Won’t thank your Alpha?” A lopsided smile played at his mouth, eyes shining with mischief.

Your lip pulled back into a sneer. Ripping the pearl necklace away, you threw it at his feet and spat,

“Wear it yourself. And you’re not my Alpha.”

A giggle spilled out of his heart shaped mouth, eyes shining under the moonlight.

“It’s only a matter of time, my little wolf.” He stretched his hand to graze your chin, a fond look upon his face.

Kylo, wrapping his arm around you pulled you away before his skin could touch yours. Hoseok’s eyes snapped to your friend, as if noticing his presence only now. Eyebrows lowered, he stared at him, trying to intimidate him. However, Kylo stood his ground, even though his Omegan nature made him waver and look away from his opponent’s eyes every now and then.

“Jungkook will be fighting for her too, you know?” Kylo challenged him.

Hoseok’s expression became all the more menacing, if that were even possible. His aura suffocated you, left you little room to breathe. Hands cleched so hard that they turned white, he shifted his stare to you.

“Better convince your little friend to not come between us, little wolf. I’m sure his mother would like to be able to recognize his face in his funeral.”

Your walk to your cave was more similar to running if anything. Now that the adrenaline of talking back to an Alpha had fizzled out, your body shook with dread. What if his pride was hurt and he challenged the Alpha of your kin, your father to a duel? Father would push you off the nearest cliff himself.

Kylo struggled to catch up to you, his breath creating small clouds in the fall evening air.

“Wait, Y/N!” Holding yourself, wishing not to fall apart in the path, you ignored Kylo’s shouting of your name.

Your mind was buzzing with fear. The very sight of him brought your fight-or-flight instincts to the forefront of your being, forget talking and being under his dark stare, having his attention fixed upon you.

Not looking where you were going, you stumbled into the warm body of what smelled like another Omega. In a rush to get home, you mumble a small apology and made to move past her.

“Wait, Y/N.” A surprisingly familiar voice whispered near your ear.

The breathy voice belonged to a face you distinctly remembered. The soft features brought back the memories of that dreaded day when you had arrived here. Brenda.

One of the many faces in the crowd that had tormented you alongside Hoseok. Pulled your hair, laughed when he had called you names or, if she were in a merciful mood, ignored your existence.

You step back, bumping into Kylo. He holds you by the shoulders as you look at him, confused.

“I’ll make it quick. I owe you an apology for being a bitch all those years ago.” You frowned at her words. 

Before you could tell her that her apology won’t heal years worth of trauma, Kylo spoke up.

“Just listen to her, Y/N. I asked her to talk to you.”

Brenda looks at Kylo before resuming her staring at you. She looks stoic as ever, her small stature nonchalant as can be. You can only find a slightly apologetic look if you peer closely.

“I know Hoseok’s Offering for you and I think you deserve to know this.” She speaks, words almost slurring with the speed at which she speaks.

“Why wo-” She cuts you off, a sort of panic in her voice.

“Just listen to me quietly. I don’t have long and I can smell him on you.” Begrudgingly, you nod and she resumes speaking.

“As you might know, my father is the healer and I heard it from him. So if you don’t want my entire family to hang from the trees, please keep quiet about what I’m going to tell you.” Her words scare you but you continue to listen to her.

“When the group of Alphas had gone to the woods, Hoseok had been one of them. A month before they had left, he had fought with his Father about the Head Alpha position. So to prove himself, he had separated from the group to prove that he could survive the woods by himself. And he did. Except.....when he had come back, something about him had changed.” A look of horror settled upon Brenda’s face.

You look at Kylo, squeezing his hand into yours. To live separately in the woods, it was unimaginable. Hunting alone was extremely difficult, even seasoned hunters struggled with it. Not to mention, living alone as a wolf. Wolves were social creatures, isolation could literally kill one.

“When he was brought back to the pack.....he had gone feral. Biting, snapping at everyone. He couldn’t even recognise his own mother. It was horrible. It was kept a secret, as you can imagine. One day, he escaped from the healer’s hut. We thought we had lost him to his animal forever when he returned, saner. He was no longer delirious but ever since then......his animal is more in control of him than ever. For the first month, he had struggled to even speak properly, growling his words.” She looked like she wanted to say more but she held back, worried that the wind might take her words far.

“Just.... take care.” She turned around, getting ready to leave. But she turned to look at you one last time.

Moonlight illuminated her profile as she opened her mouth, words tumbling out,

“Oh and remember, you can get a Mating annulled if one wolf claims for freedom, under certain conditions.” With this, she was gone, leaving you staring off into the thin air.

Horrified by what awaited you in your future.

[sith-lords-consort]

Joint Custody Ch 1

Knights of Ren X Reader Poly A/B/O Fic

Minors Do Not Interact

Ever since being stationed on Star Killer base, true sleep was rare. Any time you laid down to rest, you would feel a tugging sensation in your mind, this compulsory need to get up and go… somewhere. You weren’t sure where it was, and a few times you had entertained the feeling, getting up and wiggling into a pair of lounge pants and your issued cold weather jacket, you would leave the small closet sized bedroom you were assigned, tiptoe through the common areas you shared with your fellow mechanics. You walked down the halls quietly in the dead of night, moving through the base quickly until you got to the doors leading outside into the frozen wasteland known as Ilum. Whoever’s bright idea it was to put this base on a giant chunk of frozen ice should have been sucker punched in your honest opinion. Even just standing in the halls near one of the man exits had small shivers escaping you, clouds of fog escaping your lips with every breath.

So, possessing a sound enough mind to not attempt to go out into the constant blizzards of Ilum, you would always return to your bed, fitfully tossing and turning until your alarm went off. A quick trip to the mess hall for the biggest cup of caf you could find helped the first few nights, but after that you found yourself needing to report to your unit’s medical officer to request some type of sleep aid. The first time the young doctor had smiled understandingly, handing over some tea packets and giving some generic advice about not being on your holopad before bed, a few breath exercises, and even recommending a few podcasts he listened to with sounding sounds and meditation guides. The second time when you walked in with more bags under your eyes than actual eyelids, he quickly gave you some medication and requested you to keep a log of when you actually managed to sleep, when you took your meds, all caffeine consumption, and other such relevant activities.

Despite your issues, work pressed on as normal. When you joined the First Order, you had mostly wanted to work on droid repair, but the First Order didn’t care what you wanted, which you understood. You were usually assigned to repair broken equipment around the base, anything from the HVAC systems, to star ship repair, to terminals a certain someone tended to partially slice and partially melt with a certain red sword. You managed to average at least four hours of sleep a night before work, and with your caf consumption climbing to around six cups a day, your heart was not thanking you. Neither were your teeth, considering the amount of sugar and caramel you added to make it palatable.

Today, after eating the bland breakfast of dehydrated eggs and some type of meat or meat substitute that the cooks had pressed into a somewhat sausage like form, you took your 24 oz thermos to the caf stationed, made yourself your typical morning caf with cream and caramel, and dragged yourself to work, mood improving with every sip.

Your captain who oversaw the small group of mechanics you were assigned to as your squad gestured you over the moment you walked in. “We’ve got an issue in the upper levels, holoterminal destroyed, and the droids we’d usually send… also destroyed.”

You paused, “And by destroyed you mean?”

“Commander Ren.” He said regretfully. “But I’m told he stormed off to his ship along with the other knights, so you should get going before they come back.”

You grabbed your tool belt and satchel of equipment, taking out your holopad to review the official work order. Seems a Lieutenant Mitika had placed the work order, having provided temporary access codes so you could get into the area of the damage and get out without an escort. Excellent, you hated an audience when you worked.

However, as the directions took you further and further up the levels of the base, your stomach started to sink. Your suspicions of the location were confirmed when you stopped seeing Storm Troopers guarding the doors and walking the halls. And once you got to a certain door, the very air around you thick with something dangerous and dark, you knew. Commander Ren hadn’t just destroyed any holoterminal, he had destroyed one kept in the Knights of Ren’s quarters.

You took a deep breath, noting the broken bits of droid laying around the door, some pieces still smoldering from where they had been sliced by his famous weapon. Entering the temporary code, and sending a quick message to your friends that you would likely have to work through lunch, you entered, despite every instinct in your body begging you not to.

The living quarters of the most feared men (Women? Humanoids? Droids disguised as humanoids?) on the base and possibly the galaxy were… normal. Much bigger than the ones you and your coworkers shared, the layout was still similar. One large living space and common area with a space for lounging and watching the holonet, a kitchenette, and several doors leading to what you assumed were various bedrooms and refreshers. The furniture was the same muted grey and… other shades of grey that everything on the base was. Near the front of the living area you could see the smoldering and chopped up remains of the holoterminal and inwardly cringed. So much would need to be replaced on it that you might as well just get rid of the debri and order a new one. Still, in order for that to be authorized you would have to write up a thorough report as to why it couldn’t be repaired, so you still need to inspect it.

Still standing in the doorway, you leaned in a bit, giving the room a cursory sweep to see if anyone was around. It seemed empty.

You walked in, trying to make as much noise as possible so as to not sneak up on anyone. You even hummed to yourself a bit as you set down your equipment, taking another long drink of your caf and once again turning on your holopad. You messaged a friend of yours, Bordi, who worked primarily in the Star Ship hangars.

Hey, sry to bother you at work, but is the Night Buzzard still docked or have the KOR taken off?

You opened your satchel, taking out your work gloves and started moving various pieces of debri, trying to locate the central power supply. If that wasn’t broken, you might have a prayer of fixing it.

Your holopad lit up with a notification from Bordi. They took off this morning, why what’s up?

Nothing major, but can you just give me a heads up if they come back? Doing some repairs in their quarters and DO NOT want to be here when they get back.

You could almost feel his sympathy for you in his response. Ick. Yeah sure, sure. You coming out tonight? The crew that got dispatched to The Finalizer is coming back and we were gonna take em out for drinks.

If I’m not dead, sure.

You turned your holopad off, getting down to work for real. You usually didn’t like going out with Bordi to the cantina. Sure, the drinks were cheap, but that many alphas in one place, most under the influence of alcohol? You really didn’t want to be anywhere near that situation. Bordi was the only other omega in your squad, and despite being jealous that he got to work on Star Ships while you were doing boring shit like this, you liked him. During heats, you two had even made nests together and shared them, comforting each other platonically through the rough spots of your heats. So, despite not wanting anything to do with that smelly cantina and dozens of drunk alphas, you would go, if only to keep an eye on Bordi.

You worked diligently, making a neat pile of what couldn’t be salvaged from the broken holoterminal and the broken droids, and scheduled a scrap pick up. The scraper droids came and went, leaving you to take your torch and start patching where you could, thanking the stars themselves that the main power supply hadn’t been damaged. It wasn’t particularly difficult work, but it took a long time.

You had worked straight through lunch, and eventually found yourself opening the maintenance hatch on the side of the terminal, just barely managing to wiggle your head and one arm into the crawlspace to root around to find whatever disconnection was happening to prevent it from turning on. The crawlspace was meant for a small droid, not an adult human, and it was a tight fit as it was.

You could hear your holopad dinging, most likely your boss asking for an update on the situation, or maybe your parents checking in to see how you were doing. Your mom had a habit of sending you a lot of care packages, and messaging you constantly until you received them. Frustrated you could barely reach the wire with the tip of your fingers, the flashlight in your mouth flickering as its battery drained, you kicked out with your foot, barely managing to get enough momentum to inch inside the crawl space just a little more so you could actually plug the wire back.

Finally.

You moved to wiggle back out but quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen without help. Kriff.

You flicked your wrist, turning on your holocom connected to your holopad. “Call Bordi.”

You heard your holopad lighting up, Bordi’s voicing ringing clear from outside the terminal you were stuck under. “Ugh, kriffing finally, I messaged you like ten times.”

“Bordi?” You asked. “I’m kinda uh… stuck, I’m stuck. If you can run up here to pull me out, or send someone, I can tell you the access codes to-”

“Stuck!?” Bordi’s voice hissed. “I messaged you already, the Knight’s docked!”

“Dank Farrik.” You snapped. “Can you beat them up here? I know you hate running, but-”

“They left five minutes ago, and they looked tired as hell.” Bordi said, “I’m surprised they’re not there-”

You heard footsteps thumping down the hallway outside and almost wished you could pull your torso and legs into the crawlspace too. “End call.”

Your holopad turned off, Bordi’s voice disappearing. You stayed still as possible as you heard the door open, many pairs of heavily armored feet thumping on the ground as they walked into their living quarters, and every single one of them coming to a stop as they saw you, head and shoulders stuck under their holoterminal.

There was a loaded silence for a moment, before one lone male voice broke through it. “Well,  this isn’t the worst thing I’ve walked in on.”

You heard a few chuckles, and you built your courage up enough to manage to speak. “Uh, hello. I was sent here to fix this terminal and uh… I think I did.”

“You think you did?” A gruff, unfriendly voice snapped.

“I mean, I can check but… I need a… a little pull.” You admitted, your fear and embarrassment mixing in a very unpleasant way. “If someone were to uh, just give my legs a tug, or maybe just call maintenance-”

You yelped as two hands wrapped around each of your ankles, yanking you harshly and actually managing to free you from the crawlspace. Coming out, you expected to see the masked faces of the Knights of Ren, but instead, you saw six very human, and very attractive faces. The second thing you noticed was the smell. Thick, heavy, and unmistakably alpha in a way that beckons you to bare your neck, chirp out an invitation, and roll over to present yourself. You were used to working with alphas that wore scent blockers, but these men smelled like they had never even heard of them. Part of you wondered if their helmets just kept their scent in all day, and when they had taken them off, all that built up alpha smell had rushed out to personally assault your senses.

The one who had pulled you free was crouched over you still, long dark hair falling around his chiseled face, a strong jawline sprouting a short beard, a smirk on his lips as one of his eyebrows was raised, a small scar cutting through the dark hair of his left eyebrow.

You blanked for a moment, not sure what to do or say, until you remembered: you were sent here on a work order. Stuttering out a thanks, you turned your back to the six alphas (your instincts screaming at you to please not do that) and fiddled with the controls to the terminal, a sigh of relief escaping you when the blue light flickered on, displaying a news station that First Order allowed to play on it’s channel.

“Looks like it works.” You said, trying to pretend you weren’t terrified as you gathered your tools and tossed them into your satchel, stripping your gloves off to toss them in as well. “You might notice it getting slightly warmer, the cover for it was unsalvageable, so I’ll put in a request for one as soon as I get back. Until then, just don’t leave it on overnight, and don’t put anything flammable on it. Call if it breaks again.”

You stood, waving a farewell and moving to leave the room until you heard a loud slurping noise. Turning to look, one of the knights, judging by the helmet in his lap, Vicrul, was sitting on the couch, your tumblr in his hand, helping himself to the last of your caf.

You stood there awkwardly for a moment as he polished it off, managing to slurp up the last of the caramel at the bottom of the cup. “Not bad, but I gotta say, is there much point in even adding the caf? Might as well just scoop some ice cream in it, it’s practically a milkshake already.”

He tossed the now empty tumbler back to you, and you managed to catch it, throwing a, “Thanks!” over your shoulder as you booked it out of the room and down the corridor, not looking back.

The walk back to your living quarters took forever, as did the shower in your shared refresher where you scrubbed every bit of muck and grime off your body that a full day of repairs had left on your skin.

It wasn’t until later when Bordi came into your room, knocking politely and grinning ear to ear, “Hey, you’re alive!”

You grunted in acknowledgment, finishing up the request for a new terminal cover for the Knights.

“So… drinks?” He asked casually.

You sighed, tossing your holopad down and standing to fish out some clothing from your closet. “Sure.”

[callmehopeless]

Paterson alpha biting his omega please? Thank you!

WHAT THEN

Liquid pleasure.

They describe it as something you can't deny. Heartache - endless; limitless as the sky. Deeper than any ocean might be. Painful and God, Dear God, but as much of a break as--

--his lips skim your neck, and oh God. Oh my god.

"You're sure?" he half-whispers: husky, bated under his breath.

His cock is hard, and fuck: it's like nothing he could ever give you.

"I'm sure," you reassure him. Reassure him, as though there's no other choice in the world.

His lips meet your neck, and perhaps this is exactly where he was supposed to be.

All this time,

After all.