#tutor hux

[solohux]

Lottie! Can I get scent marking AND courting for the ABO prompts? Great to have you back!

Thank you, darling! I hope you enjoy!

It had taken Hux a startling amount of time to realise that Kylo was courting him.

In hindsight, he supposes he never saw the gifts and gestures as anything but nuisances or bribes because he’s never been interested in alphas before. As an omega, he has fought against alphas at every point of his life.

They’ve always been the ones standing in his way; his father, his tutors, his superiors, Snoke. Putting him down, beating him and berating him. Why would Kylo Ren be any different?

It so happens, in fact, that Kylo Ren is unlike any alpha he’s ever met.

“How was your day?” Kylo asks, enveloping the omega in his arms as he enters his chambers. They’ve been courting for six standard months, having fallen into a routine when Hux finishes his shift.

In one hand, Kylo holds a bouquet of wildflowers, an array of colours and differently shaped petals. He gives them to Hux with a smile, even bowing his head to him in a mark of upmost respect from an alpha to an omega. Hux notices, of course, and his stomach is sent into a flutter; he never thought an alpha capable of such gentleness.

“Successful. Everything went accordingly on the bridge,” Hux replies, gladly accepting the bouquet. He presses them to his nose, inhaling the fresh scent.

“I was on Floroma earlier today. For a mission. And there was this whole field of wildflowers, with no one else around. They caught my eye. And my nose,” Kylo says.

“They do smell lovely,” Hux says, filling up a cup of water to place them in. He displays them proudly on the coffee table in his seating area (the cup is placed on a coaster, of course).

Kylo takes a seat next to Hux on the couch, their hips touching.

“Can I ask you something, Hux? Is it true that omegas have a stronger sense of smell than alphas?”

Hux pouts, thinking. “I’ve never heard that. I’m sure there are a lot of misconceptions of omegas. Although, I know our scenting glands are stronger.”

“They are?”

“Yes,” Hux says, seeing a faint blush appearing on Kylo’s cheeks. “To attract alphas.”

Hux gets a rush through his veins as he slowly pulls off his gloves, feeling his arousal growing as though he’s sliding off his underwear to reveal the most intimate part of himself. He even pushes his sleeves up to show more of the pale skin of his wrists, where his sensitive scent glands are. He shuffles closer to Kylo, cupping his face before sliding his hand towards the alpha’s ear and leaving his wrist resting on his cheek.

Kylo moans, mouth open and eyes closed. He inhales through his nose, turning his head into the touch until his lips are pressed against Hux’s wrist.

“Oh Hells. Ren,” Hux shudders, allowing Kylo to shower his wrist with kisses.

For an alpha, Kylo’s kisses are gentle and respectful, checking for Hux’s permission before he uses his tongue to draw more of Hux’s alluring scent from his glands. Wanting more, Hux straddles Kylo’s spread legs, sitting chest to chest with him, and dives in for a kiss. He can’t help his bare hands grasping at Kylo’s throat, pawing at the alpha’s own sent glands whilst their lips are locked.

In his desperation to climb onto Kylo’s lap, Hux accidentally kicks the coffee table without noticing and causes the makeshift vase of wildflowers to fall over, but the overpowering smell of alpha and omega pheromones means that the floral scent goes unnoticed by the frenzied couple, as does the pink staining of the one brightly coloured flower in particular.

Its aroma unknowingly fills the air as it lies on the table. The flower is known to the locals as a danger to omegas. It’s colloquially known as the heat bringer.

[shippy-blippy-fandom-trash]

Can anyone help me find this one kylux fic where Kylo is a Victorian tutor for Hux’s younger step sister Millicent? It’s like a gothic romance with some Jane Eyre vibes, Kylo has witch powers and Rey shows up briefly as a fortune teller. Also, Hux’s stepmother dies under mysterious (magical) circumstances and is haunting the gothic mansion they all live in. It was really good and I can’t seem to find it, so any help would be appreciated!

[enkisstories]

Chatting around the campfire... just a regular evening in the rebel camp. The only difference is that Daran, Hux' tutor during his early missions, is now mentoring the newcomers, Nils and Rallyn.

The tone is fun and casual, until Rose asks Finn:

Rose: "I never asked, before Mitaka brought it up, but what ARE some key differences in our cultures that he'd like to see preserved after the First Order ends?"

Hux and Finn quickly make eye contact. "Quick", the awkward gesture conveys, "think of something less controversial than what I know we're both thinking of right now!"

In the First Order, everyone works for the state and the state is them. To the contrary in the New Republic there are only so many jobs working directly for the Republic; most of the production and service companies are privately owned. Money is freedom, the Republic claims, yet knowing this it allows certain citizens to decide how much of that coined freedom they want to allocate to fellow citizens is an alien idea to a First Order raised person. Neither Finn nor Hux can see that prospect go over well with the stormtroopers, especially not the proud 709th legion.

Now Rose would understand why a stormtrooper would feel insulted by private employment, but many Resistance members might not. Some of them are here because the First Order has ruined their family businesses. They want them back, not gone forever. They want their Republic back, whereas Hux, Finn and Rose want to see their ideals realized - a subtle difference that so far hasn't caused trouble, but will definitely do so after the war has ended.

Fortunately Finn indeed has something to share that won't get them both on the New Republic's list of public enemies after they're already on the First Order's.

Finn: "Most prominently the naming conventions. I haven't always been FN-2187 and never expected to remain that forever. We used to get new numbers and callsigns assigned whenever we got transfered to a different unit.

The numbers of the fallen also get reassigned. In my case probably not, the First Order will want to keep it as an "Ew, traitor, don't become one yourself" monument. But I'm pretty sure they re-assigned the numbers of Jannah's squad as if they'd just died instead of deserted."

Rose: "It makes sense in a warped way. If not even one's number is persistent, that makes developing an individual identity even more difficult."

Hux: "That was the plan, but apparently it backfired in such a way that some troopers developed an even stronger sense of self that was bound to nothing external?"

Finn: "Exactly! Anyway, when Poe decided to call me "Finn", I readily accepted that because it was how things worked from my experience. I'll keep that name for as long as I live, because it was a gift from Poe. But I mad add to it in time and I expect many of my former comrades to want to change their names whenever their life situations change."

Daran: "I've heard of much weirder customs."

Nils: "Yeah. As long as the tax ID stays the same, all the New Republic will see is extra income from the official name change every few years. Maybe an extra tab in the files to keep track of the history."

[lavendergarnet]

alpha!kylo ren/ben solo x omega!reader | 05 | divider by saradika

omegaverse, soulmate au (sort of)

you came to find that kylo was the perfect gentleman whenever he was with you. he doted on you, yes. but he also gave you your own space to do as you pleased—with the caveat that your security detail or general hux go with you.

your relationship with the general, however, was somewhat... awkward. you only spoke casually when you were returning or borrowing a book from his shelf or he was tutoring you in basic. even then, that was restricted to a student/teacher relationship. it was curious, how kylo entrusted you to another alpha rather than another omega or a beta. from what you had picked up around the ship, kylo and the general were like two binary stars. one was never far from the other, even if they were constantly bickering. it seemed that, under it all, kylo had an immense amount of respect and trust for the general. otherwise, why would he let you be anywhere alone with another alpha?

hux's expectations of you evolved the longer it became apparent that you were here to stay. the general expected that you would either be kylo's polar opposite—ditzy and empty-headed—or just like him—difficult and unpredictable. you were something else all together. while you were quiet, you weren't a shrinking violet. you weren't afraid to ask for things. you just didn't know who to ask or how.

when he realized that, he expected you to be calling on him for every insignificant thing like a servant. again, you surprised him. on the occasion that you asked for little things, you always asked with a please and gave him a thank you when he fulfilled your request.

you paid him the same respect and deference you did for kylo. you treated him the same as your alpha. that wasn't lost on him.

his inner wolf had to suppress the way that made him feel. you were an omega, you were kylo ren's omega. he had no business fraternizing with you. however, as an alpha, he had a need to—as kylo said—provide and protect. his isolation near the top of the First Order food chain made it difficult for him to find an omega of his own. plenty of officers had suggested he find a "trained professional" to help him deal with his urges. for him, it wasn't that easy. he needed an emotional bond. he was just old-fashioned like that, he supposed. you were just a convenient outlet for that. he didn't feel the need to be punishingly critical of your pronunciation or grammar, or to demand anything of you. something about you made him almost docile. (almost.)

it was curious.

in working with the brash sith knight, he found kylo ren brought out his most intense emotions. even worse, the intensity was what he had spent years of his life learning to suppress. he had that way about him. whether it was his sith training or just his idiosyncracies, kylo managed to find every crack in his armor. he managed to find something to grow on and spread, like moss on a damp forest floor. if anyone were to ask him, he absolutely hated it. kylo represented everything the First Order stood against: lack of control, a Maker-may-care attitude, and selfish individualism. then again, if he were being honest with himself, maybe that was why he stayed in kylo's orbit for so long. he could do everything hux craved to do, with seemingly no consequences. he managed to pull those taboo and forbidden feelings out of him in a way nobody else could. (he wasn't hard on the eyes, either.)

again, curious.

then again, hux knew it would never go farther than loose musings in his downtime.

kylo was planning your wedding. soon you would be mated, then he would sire your pups—forever bonding you. exclusively.

oh well, he thought, i'll think about that later. there were more important things on the horizon.

[lemongingerart]

Chapter 2 - Shooting lessons (II)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰

A/N:    Yessss it’s Hux turn now to be embarrassed 😈 by the stars I hope I did him justice. And this is not even the real deal. How do people even write this stuff?

Oh wait, I just did… somewhere in the next chapters 😬🙋

(Don't get any wrong ideas, me publishing 2 chapters in 2 days is a unique thing 😂 Let me know if some parts are inconsistent - I reviewed this so many times and I am literally falling asleep on my desk. But publishing the previous chapter got me enthusiastic and now I'm doing things I might regret yolooooooooo)

This was different. 

Once, when he was still a Lieutenant and reluctantly assigned to drill newcomers by Brendol, he instructed cadets on their first shooting lessons. He took the job seriously, but the mandatory physical contact was something he had liked to avoid as much as possible. Having his father oversee his progress didn’t really help. The latter thought he could never do any good and ever since Sloane had bestowed the group of commandants' cadets from Arkanis on him, and made it clear the commandant had to convey his teaching techniques to him, tensions were… high.

Nonetheless, he made sure the new cadets were on the top rankings within the then already distributed First Order training curriculum, and tutoring these classes became a routine job.

This time, however, he felt that every little contact filled him with static electricity, although he was absolutely certain that was scientifically impossible. It made him lighter in his touch, doubtful, but also slightly longing to explore the strange responses their physical connection was making. He was slowly becoming aware that he was lingering just a bit too long on her hands, her arm, her shoulder, but he could not let go just yet. Seeing goosebumps form on her lower arm and the fact that he knew he was causing them, made him want to see which other effects he could have on her.

He gulped, all of a sudden conscious that the mysterious effect was starting to become bidirectional. His head felt light,  caused by little sparks popping up in his brain, and his face felt like it was burning. Contradictory, goosebumps formed underneath his clothes. He became aware of how the fabric was rubbing his skin and he couldn't stop thinking about how it would be if it were her warm hands instead.

Hux took a sharp breath and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, forcing his eyebrows into a harsh furrow as much as possible in an effort to hide any other evidence apparent on his features. 

“Remember this position. The stance of your arm will catch up the recoil. Now, try to aim and shoot,” he said sternly, hoping she didn’t hear the slight raspiness of his voice.

The blush on his cheeks refused to subside though, as did the thoughts of exploring her exposed skin some more. So he hastily decided to create some distance between them, before he would do something he might regret. 

Once he regained his wits somewhat, he slowly went to stand behind Miko, trying to march with a steady thread. He hoped she wouldn’t turn around to check on him, because he suspected she could easily notice the result of his state of mind now. 

Stars , this wasn’t the first time she made him lose his cool like this. He hated it, how she threw him off balance, made him feel out of control. 

Miko positioned the blaster as instructed and took a shot. The result wasn’t good, but definitely better than the previous feeble attempt. 

Looking at her stance, there was still some work to do. "Spread your legs a bit more" he added, very much aware that the instruction could be misinterpreted, given the light tremor intruding his spoken words. To his relief, she didn’t say anything about it. Now that he thought about it,  she hadn't looked his way nor spoken for a while now. He wasn’t going to complain about that, thank the stars , but it was curious in comparison to her usual manners. 

“Again, watch your left arm. Compensate.” he instructed, still aware that his voice didn't sound as determined as it usually did. The distance he created slowly made him able to focus again, though. At least enough, so he wouldn't blurt out ridiculous things. Or worse, do something he might regret. 

Again, again, again, he had to repeat for another 10 minutes, and she still wasn’t able to hit the target - and he still wasn’t able to let the unprofessional thoughts dissipate. The only thing he could do for now, was keep them at bay. 

He sighed, thinking about her lack of precision. When a recruit performed this badly, he usually sent them away for maintenance personnel training or something similar. Sanitising duty if he was extra annoyed.

But now, he had to persevere, if only for his own good. On top of that, his mind was still betraying him. It was as if it was sending him little doses of impure ideas, while having to watch her bring up her arms to aim the blaster, the pose exposing her curves more than usual. He repeatedly dictated her to correct her stance, resulting in her pivoting her feet with her usual energetic attitude. The accompanying harsh movements made her butt move in ways he couldn’t divert his gaze from, once he caught sight of it. Every little thing he noticed about her was making the shooting lessons even more of a challenge. But at least, the distance made it possible to subdue those thoughts enough to proceed with the exercise.

After another round of disheartening attempts, Miko hung down her shoulders and let out a frustrated moan, the raw noise bringing Armitage right back to his problematic thoughtlines, but this time much worse. He couldn’t stop the rather lewd visualisation that the sound forcibly pushed into his head. He could feel his blood boiling, his cheeks furiously glowing, fingers tingling as if they've been deprived of blood circulation all the while and oh by the galaxy his pants were becoming tighter…

Of all times, she turned around to face him now, as if she knew what he was going through after that groan of hers. In a haze of panic, Hux swiftly turned on his heels, towards the door, trying to hide the blush and other evidence in the less well lighted area of the loading bridge. 

‘Short break’, he almost whispered, before he left the small hangar space.

Armitage fled to his quarters, for the second time locking the door, leaning onto it. He was acutely aware of the déjà vu, and he knew back then the urge, the want, only increased after he had opened the door. Whenever she got close to him, it was as if his body had a mind on its own. Before, he was able to control himself, but what happened in the hangar was absolutely ludicrous. He needed to get her out of his system, so he could actually instruct her without thinking about trailing his hands over not only her hands and arms, but also her back, trace the muscles there that pull her shoulders back as a response to his fingers, map the bones of her clavicle, watch her throat gulp when he passes there with his thumb, then dipping down slowly, cupping and squeezing her breasts, seeing her shudder under his touch running downwards, working his fingers under the hem of her pants, pulling her closer by her belt and…

Fuck. It was no use.

He was again standing there, up against the door, like a stupid horny lowlife, with a rock hard boner he could hang his greatcoat on. He felt foolish and worthless, not being able to keep his subconscious needs where they should remain: subconscious. He’s a frigging officer of the First Order, he was able to withstand much more triggers than this, mentally taking note that he was taking over her horrible swearing habits as well. Seeing someone act so freely, without any emotional boundaries, was stirring up things deep inside him he couldn't bring to words yet. It was tearing down his carefully built up walls and he wasn’t sure what to think about it. 

But the dick was a serious issue. He still had to finish the training, to give their mission any chance of succeeding.

Frack.  

He snapped open the neck clasp of his uniform and pulled the clothing open with a speed which could damage the material, but right now he couldn’t care less. He clipped open his belt, making sure the thing didn’t clatter on the floor and alarm her. For all he knew, she was standing right behind the door he was leaning onto. Oh by the maker … he shouldn’t have thought about that, an almost painful throb shooting through his cock, which made him lower his pants with a bit more care than the uncharacteristically frenzy he performed on his vest. 

He took himself in his hand, shut his eyelids and debated whether or not he should do this. It’s been a while, he usually pulls so many all-nighters, making him pass out on his blue sofa or in best case in his bed with the datapad on his lap. 

But, by closing his eyes, his wretched imagination took over, taking him back to the hangar and the sounds she let out, suddenly turning into something much more explicit in his imaginary ears. Stars, he hated the fact that he couldn’t control his thoughts from flowing freely, but it was no use - he couldn’t stop the images from popping up. 

A fraction of a second later, he heard the same indecent noise but the scenery was replaced with the one in which she was only in one of his towels. When she was looking for something to wear, a few days ago, bowing down. His towels, his shirt, his… he wanted her to be his to claim… 

He suddenly was standing mere inches from her flushed face, their breath’s mangling when she righted herselves and slowly leaned into him. He started peeling off the plush piece of fabric in his fabricated dream while he automatically started pumping himself, not aware of his ridiculous stance and the cold durasteel on his back. He was so far gone he wouldn’t notice a star exploding. 

Hux didn’t think he still had a few brain cells left for producing imaginary scenarios like this, since he had tried to ignore them for so long. 

But by taking the plunge, they made him dive so deep into his subconsciousness he wasn’t even aware of what was up or down and by the gods of the galaxy he was yearning, yearning for a soft touch, to make her feel good and just feel something in return, feel worthy and content, for once in his life. To be in control of her pleasure, to make her whimper under his touch when he slowly traced her arms and shoulder, like he did in the hangar, her plump breasts, her buttcheeks, every detail of her skin. Just take in the effects he could have on her and feed on them. Greedily take the nape of her neck in his hands and pull her closer to taste her, pulling her legs up and press-

He shuddered, quickly imagining being buried deep down in her, the pressing of his hands on her hips and her neck leaving bruises, and pulling her impossibly closer on his spilling cock.

He opened his eyelids, the light of the room playing tricks on his retina because he squeezed his eyes close too hard. He only then realised his hands were sticky from his cum, coming down from a height he hadn’t been on for a very long time. 

Actually, if he thought about it, he couldn’t have imagined it was ever like this. This…intense… real. Soft? His usual sexual fantasies were definitely not this emotionally loaded and soft. And took a while longer to reach its climax. This was ridiculously improvised.

Now that he was more or less thinking clearly, it made him feel sick.

He was still trying to catch his breath, pondering on why she was doing this to him. How was he going to be able to withstand these urges he never had to keep under control before?

Hux heard some rambling in the wardroom, snapping him out the leftovers of his trance. How long was he standing here against the door? She might start asking questions if I don't get my act together now . He stumbled to the sink, washed up quickly, hastily put on his clothes - hissing when he raked the bacta patch while pulling his pants up - and combed his hair. Then, he double checked his appearance in the mirror, wanting to make sure there was no evidence left of his previous state of distress. 

He took a deep breath, put his head up high and took long strikes to the door. This time, he wouldn’t allow himself to get distracted.

He just entered the wardroom and noticed Miko walking towards the cockpit, datapad and some rubbish in both hands. 

What is she up to? Again?  

Armitage followed her wake, both annoyed by her sudden and unauthorised action and curious what got into her head this time. When he arrived, that droid and she were doing something at the comm unit and didn't look at him entering. 

"All set and done. You should be able to connect to my commlink now!” She exclaimed with a smile, signalling him that she did notice his arrival.

"The new identification code they provided us with is also installed. Your ship should be listed as a cargo vessel right now." She happily mentioned, after she placed her hands on her hips.

Hux sighed, glad a practical conversation might make him forget about what he just wanted to do to her, and replied: "Let's hope no one wants to actually check it out, because one glance from an enthusiastic republican will get us into trouble." Miko quickly turned her head towards him. “We should’ve painted the ship in a happy colour, you’re right. Like, bright orange.” she whispered in a secretive way. 

He cocked his eyebrow, not sure what to do with her comment. 

”Kidding Hux, I don’t have a death wish. Although I don’t know if death at your hands would be worse than whatever we’re facing next.” she said smilingly, turning back to the controls. 

Hux gulped and decided not to react to that comment. He was content to hear she didn’t underestimate him, but he did just think about fucking her with his hands on her neck and now… he decided the weapons controls needed to be checked. 

Any distraction would do.

After a short pause, she righted her back and said to him: “I'm done here. Up for round 2?” 

He harshly turned his attention to her, slightly confused and already sweating under his collar, the sentence having a completely different meaning in his ears. Before he could actually register what she was really talking about, she exclaimed “I’ll be in the hangar” and turned around with a slightly bubbly attitude. 

He sighed again and followed her wake, keeping enough distance. He wasn’t going to get tricked by his hormones twice.

The training session went on for another 30 standard minutes. Hux kept his distance and was able to find back his instructor mode, and even keep any unwanted distractions to a minimum. They kept going, until she was able to automatically pull, aim and shoot. Actually hitting a target was beneath any standards, but for the approaching rendezvous, just having the movement in her physical memory would have to suffice. 

The proximity alarm went off, signalling their arrival. The duo stopped their activities. Miko holstered the blaster, put PC on her back, and followed in Hux’ shadow towards the cockpit.

A/N: Shields breaking, walls cracking… next time, maybe teeth colliding? Who knows…

[ao3feed--kylux]

Отдых

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by fandom Kylux and Co 2023 (Our_Own_Star_Wars)

Шестнадцатилетнего Армитажа Хакса наняли, чтобы научить угрюмого одиннадцатилетку Бена Соло игре на фортепиано.

Words: 1408, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Series: Part 17 of ФБ-2023 Мибблы G-T

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, benarmie, Piano, Tutoring, Childhood Friends, Angst and Feels, First Crush, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian, Fandom Kombat 2023, Don't copy to another site, Not for vote

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7tzRndW

[thethespacecoyote]

“those who can’t do, teach”

“You have your history final in a few days,” Hux says, in a tone a little too dry for the situation, as Ben slides the hand down towards his thigh, “we really need to focus if you’re going to pass.”

“If I unwind first, it’ll help my information retention,” Ben counters as he noses against the shell of Hux’s ear, “just a quickie. Then we’ll get down to the books.”

They hardly ever use books. Hux has a little whiteboard and a tablet where Ben can look up the texts assigned to him by his professor, as well as supplementary reading and primary sources Hux has chosen himself to aid in his student’s education. Ben is a visual learner, so Hux has had to assemble a wide variety of videos and interactive quizzes. He swears, some days he doesn’t think Ben doesn’t fully appreciate just how much work he puts into their lesson plans.

He does, however, show his appreciation for other parts of Hux a lot more frequently.

I wanted to write intercrural fic again and finally thought of an idea with tutor!Hux and college student!Kylo. I had a lot of fun writing this. If you like it please leave me a comment on ao3. 

The parents of the student he tutors on Tuesdays are not exactly the vain, stuffy type, and probably wouldn’t care if Hux wore jeans and a T-shirt to his sessions with their son, but Hux hasn’t worn his nice clothes since his last round of unsuccessful university interviews, and he’ll always leap at the chance to look smart and put together. So, as always, he shows up to the Solo-Organa household in style, with his navy blue blazer and matching pants, brown Oxfords, all capped off with a freshly shaven chin and hair parted neatly to the right. He stands at attention on the porch, catching patterns in the ivy growing over the house's white walls as he waits for an answer to his knock. He doesn’t have to wait for long, as the huge, glossy door eventually opens up to reveal Hux’s equally huge pupil.

“Hey. You’re a little early,” Ben replies casually as he steps aside to let Hux in, closing the door behind them. Ben always comments on this, even though Hux has shown up either five or ten minutes early to their sessions since the second time they met, when he figured out that Ben takes a little time to get settled down and ready to work.

“Hello Ben. Are your parents home?” Hux asks, looking about the entranceway for a sight or sound of activity, but the big house yawns quietly around them. Ben shrugs.

“Nah. Mom and Dad are out. Some thing at city hall Dad was complaining about.”

It seems like Ben’s parents are out most of the time. Hux knows his mother is a councilwoman, and his father seems to take on an odd array of freelance jobs with no strict correlation between them. They're so close to the adjacent college that Ben still lives at home, though no doubt his parents could afford to house him on campus. But Hux far prefers the thoughtful and transitional interior design to the cramped clutter a dorm room would potentially offer, so he can't complain much.

He allows Ben to lead him into the kitchen for a glass of water and a snack, though Hux hardly thinks an entire box of last night’s takeout is small enough to qualify as a “snack,” then follows him up the stairs to the second floor. However, once they get into Ben’s bedroom and Hux starts to lay out his book bag and the supplies inside on the provided desk, it becomes obvious that Ben is still hungry. Just in a different way.

The room is huge like the rest of his house, almost as big as the kitchen and adjoining living room in Hux’s small apartment, and yet Ben ruins the glorious space with messy black bedsheets, an uninspired taupe wallpaper, and scores of huge, ghoulish posters depicting six black-clad figures and the ominous initials “K.O.R.” etched in bloodied font. Apparently, they’re a band, as Ben cordially explained to him during their first session, but Hux hopes he never has to hear what kind of “music” they produce from their skull-like masks.

Hux is looking at one particularly gruesome picture of the members clustered around an altar of reanimated crows when Ben comes up behind him, and first Hux thinks he has a question but then a hand sits on his hip, and he sighs.

“Ben…”

“What?”

“You have your history final in a few days,” Hux says, in a tone a little too dry for the situation, as Ben slides the hand down towards his thigh, “we really need to focus if you’re going to pass.”

“If I unwind first, it’ll help my information retention,” Ben counters as he noses against the shell of Hux’s ear, “just a quickie. Then we’ll get down to the books.”

They hardly ever use books. Hux has a little whiteboard and a tablet where Ben can look up the texts assigned to him by his professor, as well as supplementary reading and primary sources Hux has chosen himself to aid in his student’s education. Ben is a visual learner, so Hux has had to assemble a wide variety of videos and interactive quizzes. He swears, some days he doesn’t think Ben doesn’t fully appreciate just how much work he puts into their lesson plans.

He does, however, show his appreciation for other parts of Hux a lot more frequently.

Ben especially seems to like Hux’s waist, flattening the fabric of his suit to his sides to accentuate where his body pinches inwards. There truly defines the differences in breadth between them, as Ben’s hands look and feel absolutely huge when held up to his slight bulk. They’re nearly the same height, allowing Hux to register his disapproval more directly to his pupil when he fails to complete his coursework in a timely matter, but there’s no denying Ben is far larger than him, with a body built by freak genetics and toned with obsessive, toiling hours in the gym and on the field.

“Ben no,” Hux protests as he pinches the back of his student’s hand, which has started to travel to the crotch of his dress pants. “If your parents ever find out about this, I lose my job and you lose your only chance to attain enough credits to graduate.”

“They’re not here. And they’re never gonna find out.”

“If you fail this exam as badly as I fear you will, they’ll suspect something.”

“I won’t fail. Even if we spent the next three days fucking in my bedroom I wouldn’t fail. You’re that good a teacher.”

“Flattery? You think that will sway me from my lesson plan?” Hux scowls as Ben molds his chest to his back. The smell of sweat, unwashed cotton, and body spray invade his nose. Ben must have gone to the gym earlier, or tossed those barbells in the corner about as he grunted like an animal. Hux needs to introduce him to a decent cologne one of these days.

“You like being told you’re smart. That’s why you became a tutor, right? To prove you’re smarter than people?”

“I became a tutor because my post-graduate career has so far been underwhelming,” Hux dismisses. That, and he has rent to pay and a cat to feed, and if he ends up fired because Ben can’t focus on exam prep for five minutes without thinking about feeling Hux up he’ll be very upset.

“Please. Come on, Armitage.”

Hux groans. He knew it was a mistake to tell Ben his name. He knows just the way to roll it in his mouth, dancing between pleading and husky, in a perfect tone to get Hux shivery and pliable. Oh hell. 

There’s no way either of them will be able to concentrate like this.

“Fine,” Hux relents, turning his head to look at Ben out of the corner of his eye, “but I’m going to work you extra hard this evening. This will count as one of your study breaks.”

“Sure thing, professor,” Ben breathes eagerly against Hux’s neck, the hand on his thigh already moving to fiddle with the zipper of his pants. Hux leans his head back, stiffly allowing Ben more access, and he quickly takes advantage, pressing a warm, wet kiss against his throat.

Pleasant feelings start to squirm in Hux’s belly as Ben palms his groin, his other hand easily slipping open the three buttons on his blazer. He doesn’t bother to remove it, though, interested only in freeing up Hux’s front so he can explore it better. He tuts when Ben gives his pec a squeeze and pushes his hips forward, reminding Hux of his impressive length as he grinds it against his ass.

“Do it between my thighs,” Hux decides, knowing he wont want to sit on his smarting ass for hours as Ben works through his comprehension of the Spanish-American War. “You still have lubricant?”

Ben rolls his eyes. “Course I do.”

“Silly me. I forgot who I was talking to.” Hux sits on the bed, unzipping his pants all the way and shimmying them down as Ben fetches the lube from the nightstand drawer. His back muscles flex through the tightness of his shirt, like powerful tides pushing up out of the depths of the sea. When he returns, Ben sets aside the lube for a moment to brush his fingers against the side of Hux’s head, dipping into his hair, before leaning in to kiss him. A couples seconds and Hux is lying on his back in the bed, with Ben half leaned on top of him exploring his mouth with gusto he wished he had for his studies.  

Part of Hux still doesn’t understand it. A young man like Ben Solo—attractive, athletic, the son of wealthy and distinguished parents—could have any number of girls or boys he wanted, surely. Hux remembers college, how it had reeked of hormones and alcohol properly let loose for the first time without the fear of parental discovery. A pot of sex and attempts at higher learning, all mingled together and bubbling over. Surely Ben would’ve had no issue finding a decent lay his age.

And yet he has eyes for his tutor, five years his senior. Hux knows he’s no prize, even discounting his age—he is soft everywhere Ben is muscled, drawn and pallid where he is unfettered and vigorous, and he cares more for literature and analysis than the raucous music and brazen athletics that Ben favors. If Hux tried, he could probably find a pair more mismatched than they are, but it would be difficult and require a wider survey.

And yet it was Ben who approached him first, leaning in to kiss him over a reenacted video of the Battle of Antietam. Their first, furtive hand-jobs were stroked in rhythm to the sounds of gunshots and narrated personal accounts, and the first time Hux had gotten down on his knees in Ben’s bedroom and taken his tremendous, virile cock down his throat the impassioned speeches of William Jennings Bryant were still ringing through his ears. Indeed, sex had become a part of their sessions together, and to Hux’s surprise Ben’s grades haven’t suffered as a result.

But he still couldn’t risk failing that final. So Hux swats at Ben’s shoulder until he breaks the kiss, tells him:

“Hurry it up.”

And brings his knees to his chest, exposing his bare rear to the young man’s eyes.

Ben raises his eyebrow and a smirk at the same time.

“Eager?”

“Eager to get to what your parents are paying for,” Hux says, and steals the smile from Ben’s face a bit.

“Dude, don’t talk about my parents when I’m about to get my dick out.”

“Then get it out already!” Hux hurries, trying to make himself believe he’s only acting impatiently for the acceptable reasons. But it’s hard not to notice the beginnings of twitching in his own cock as he lies with his ass out before his pupil.

Hux hears the squelch of lubrication as Ben squeezes the tube onto his finger and rubs it against his palm. His breath hitches with anticipation a moment before Ben touches between his thighs, sliding a warm, slick digit in the tight crease. He moves it up and down before jabbing it forwards, coating the available flesh. It’s a little oily, and Hux rubs his thighs together experimentally, feeling how easily they slide against each other while also helping to spread the lube around himself.

Hux swears under his breath as Ben’s knuckles nearly skim the underside of his cock, heightening his anticipation despite himself. Damn it, he’s doing this because Ben wants to, because he won't allow them to move onto the lesson plan otherwise. Hux doesn’t want to accept he’s into it, because then what kind of degenerate would that make him? Letting his pupil fuck his thighs, in the house of his parents, when they’re supposed to be ensuring that Ben won’t mix up Andrew Johnson with Andrew Jackson.

Hux hears the jingling of a belt and, though he can’t see it, he assumes Ben is opening up his own pants as he braces Hux’s knees with his unsullied hand. His heart picks up beating, and he cranes his neck up off the pillow as Ben unbends his legs and lets them rest against his body, angled perpendicular to his spine.

Hux won’t lie, he loves that cock of Ben’s. It’s thick like the rest of him, not the longest Hux has ever seen but with a great enough girth to fill his fist and stretch his throat out in just the way he likes. And he’s so earnest in the way he touches Hux, with a hint of a man who understands the value of lovemaking rather than purely lecherous fucking, not that Hux hasn’t had his fair share of the latter in his life. But it’s nice, to see that even a cocksure young man like Ben understands how to properly treat a bed partner. Some older individuals Hux has consorted with could learn a thing or two from him.

Hux flinches as Ben’s cock slides between his thighs, eventually poking out the other side, its fat head resting atop his downy balls. Ben rests Hux’s clasped calves over one shoulder, keeping his legs in the diagonal so he can see his face. Hux blushes, dragging his teeth against his lower lip as Ben lingers for a moment, most likely enjoying the feeling of soft flesh around his cock.

“Oh…” Hux suddenly moans when Ben starts to move, first pulling out a bit then sliding back into place, finding an acceptably steady rhythm after a couple moments feeling out the best way to drive his cock between Hux’s thighs.  

Ben’s shaft soon rubs over the entirety of Hux’s undercarriage, from his quivery hole over his taint to his balls and cock, able to cover all ground in a single long thrust. Hux’s toes curl in his shoes as he puffed breath from his cheeks, which have surely grown red if the heat he feels there is any indication. He must look truly debauched to Ben, who undoubtedly enjoys seeing his well-dressed, tightly-wound tutor in such a state. He wonders if it’s a point of pride to him, or some kind of dare he’s set up with his buddies, to drive Hux mad with just this, just the barest taste of his cock. And yet despite his attitude, Ben doesn’t strike Hux as much of a braggart. He aced his midterm awhile back, and didn’t even tell Hux until he pressed him for details partway through their subsequent session.

Truly, there’s a more earnest, contemplative side of Ben that Hux enjoys the most, that resurfaces in moments of vulnerability like this, with sincere sexuality, care for the man only hired to bring his grades up and keep him on that damned lacrosse team.

It’s almost a shame Hux didn’t have someone like Ben while he was in college.

The motion of their bodies grows more frenetic, shifting Ben’s bed slightly. One of Hux’s hand curls into a fist, nails brushing against his palm as the other reaches for his cock, needing to get off and resolve the yearning growing in his heart, but Ben beats him to it, leaves Hux’s hand to rest against his panting belly as he loosely cups the both of their cocks. Ben’s thrusts grow more shallow, mere rutting against Hux’s cock within the cage of his fingers.

“That’s it, yes—” He encourages, though Ben needs none, dipping his head in concentration as he deftly jerks the both of them off to their peak.

Hux’s own release soon splatters against his lower belly, barely missing the rucked-up hem of his dress shirt. He pants, his thighs twitching around Ben’s cock, noticing a moment later that he too has come all over him. Hux should feel upset by it, how messy he’s become, but it’s not the worst sensation in the world. It makes him think about how it would feel to have Ben finish inside of him, leave him wet and dripping for more.

Perhaps. If Ben does well enough on this final, he’ll consider it. Positive reinforcement is yet another tool in his tutorial arsenal, after all. Though he certainly enjoys food as much as sex—maybe he should treat Ben to dinner first.

“Are you...substantially unwound?” Hux says in between pants as Ben lowers his legs, slips his cock out from between his soiled thighs. He tries to sit up when Ben leans in for another kiss, but Hux fusses and turns his head away, placing a staying hand on his chest. But then Ben puts on such a wounded look he can’t deny him, and meets his lips in one last kiss before pressing a finger to them.

“Give me a moment to freshen up,” Hux says as he fishes in his coat pocket for a pack of tissues, fiddling it open. “Then we’re getting right down to work. No complaints.”

And Ben nods, smiles, accepts a tissue from Hux to clean himself up. They zip up their pants and buckle their belts, Hux smooths his hair back into place and it’s almost like none of this ever happened—yet the confident, pleased grin on Ben’s face remains the same.

“I’m all yours, professor.”

[catella-ars]

@cryptixmoth and I were talking about the prototype versions of the D.A.M.N boys and it’s consumed me so here’s Tutor Huxley, who isn’t really that different from canon Huxley except that he’s a little more studious and reserved (and maybe a little more submissive.)  Still sweet and hunky and nature-loving, though.

Also @1small-frogs was talking about putting flowers in his hair and what was I gonna do, not draw it?

Anyway, top row has intro pic and seduction pic.  “If it’s with you, I’m down for whatever.”

Middle is first tutoring session.  “I like studying outside, but it’s up to you.  If you wanna do it at the library, or your place, or--Yeah?  You wanna do it outside?  Cool.  I know a great spot; follow me.”  Stretch + happy sigh!  “Nothing like fresh air to get your brain goin’, right?  Okay, let’s get started.”

Bottom row is confession scene idk  “Huh?  You wanna tell me a secret?  Sure, lay it on me.”  whisper whisper  “Oh.  Oh, wow.”

[oscarseyebrow]

as 2022 has come to an end, the fandoms family 🫰🫰discord server took part in a little ‘hall of fame’ event, in which they were encouraged to recommend their own work that they were proud of from this year, as well as recommending others they had enjoyed, too.

it was lovely to see so much positivity and praise for our fandoms and i’ve been very excited to share these with you! if you would like to get involved and join our server, please drop me a message and i can send you the invite link.

now, without further ado, i hope you enjoy these recommendations as much as we have! please remember to check all warnings listed on individual fics/artwork.

fanfiction

Souls Heal Less Readily - @words-are-fireproof | Javier Pena x F Reader

The Favorite - @flightlessangelwings | Javier Peña x F Reader x Comandante Veracruz

Let Go - @flightlessangelwings | Joel Miller x F Reader

Notes on Tutoring - @honestly-shite | Dave York x F Reader

Adversity - @the-ginger-hedge-witch | Frankie x Ezra x F Reader

La Estrella de mi Vida - @flightlessangelwings | Javi Gutiérrez x F Reader Haalur - @words-are-fireproof | Din Djarin x F Reader

Enkindle - @oscarseyebrow | Din Djarin x F Reader

Fragments - @einno-arko | Din Djarin x F Reader

Seed Pearls - @zinzinina | Din Djarin x F Reader

Mutual - @the-scandalorian | Din Djarin x F Reader

Between The Wars - @mylifeisactuallyamess | General Hux x GN Reader

Upon the Throne - @saradika | Boba Fett x F Reader x Fennec Stand

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing - @eupheme | Obi-Wan x F Reader

Aphelion - @oscarseyebrow | Poe Dameron x F Reader

The Pink and Blue Ribbon - @the-little-ewok | Poe Dameron x F Reader

The Holiday - @dailyreverie | Poe Dameron x Reader

Homecoming - @astroboots | Frankie Morales x F Reader x Santiago Garcia

Mythos - @acourtofsnakes | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F Reader

Undercurrent - @oscarseyebrow | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F Reader

A Suitable Arrangement - @moon-kn1ght | Billy Russo x F Reader (x Frank Castle)

Yuánfèn - @writerwrites | Steve Rogers x Reader

Darkness At The Edge - @moon-kn1ght | Matt Murdock x F Reader

A Lizard Dog, A Banana Boat, And a Cassette Tape - @pumpkin-stars | Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

Darkness At The End of My Love - @acourtofsnakes | Eddie Munson x Reader

Penny For Your Thoughts - @eupheme | Alfred Pennyworth x F Reader

It's Meant To Feel That Way - @writerwrites | Andy Barber x Reader

Reunion - @pumpkin-stars | Geralt of Rivia x GN Reader

artwork

Steven Grant - @pumpkin-stars

Weeknights Frankie - @mjpens

Space Sisters - @manofbeskar

Din Djarin in the waters of Mandalore - @mjpens

Don't be afraid - @stealyourblorbos

shops

TheHouseofApollo

[readingreylo]

Hello! I hope you can help.

I’m looking for a Reylo fic where Rey’s attended a preppy private high school where her uncle is the janitor. She meets moody, aggressive Ben when she steals something from Bazine. Ben is secretive and seems to have a bdsm side thing with a emotionally unstable popular girl. Hux later tries to assault Rey, getting the crap beat out of him by Ben. Snoke was Ben’s tutor and abuser. Ben breaks Rey’s heart, at the urging of Snoke, and they meet years later when he’s CEO Kylo and Rey is assisting with a design project for his company.

Thanks again!

Dude that sounds amazing and I would read the hell outta it, but unfortunately it doesn't ring any bells.

Does anyone else recognize it?

[solohux]

Thief Kylo Ren is the best in the galaxy at what he does. No job is too big, no treasure too hidden, no jewel too sacred. So when he hears about the gem of Arkanis, he’s intrigued. Said to be red in colour and locked away in the bowels of Arkanis Academy, the gem is said to be so heavily guarded that no one has ever set eyes upon it. It’s the pride and joy of the Arkanisian people, a source of hope. Therefore, Kylo has to have it.

Getting into the Academy is harder than Kylo anticipated but he works at it, disguising himself as a tutor and using his manipulative Force-powers to trick these weak-minded fools into letting him behind enemy lines. It isn’t long before he’s in General Brendol Hux’s private office, looking for the entrance to the gem’s hidden vault. He finds a hidden keypad that has a 16 digit passcode on it but Kylo has worked through tougher doors than this one. Soon enough, the wall parts to reveal a turbolift door. Whilst descending, Kylo changes his clothes from that of a First Order tutor and back into his thief-like clothing, complete with gloves so that he can handle the delicate gem into his bag to sell on to the highest bidder.

But none of this is what he was expecting. He thought there’d be a plinth or a case with the red gem inside of it but instead, the turbolift doors open into a white room where there’s a screen of duraglass in front of him and living chambers behind it. There’s a bed, a kitchenette, a desk and massive piles of books and blueprints. And standing amongst it all is a beautiful, red-haired man. He looks to be about Kylo’s age but is slight in stature. He’s barefoot, dressed in a white shirt and white pants, looking more than alarmed at the intruder in front of him.

Kylo tells the man that he just wants the gem of Arkanis and then he’ll leave.

“So that’s what they call me,” the man shrugs, huffing a laugh out before picking up his fallen chair and sitting back at the desk, resuming his work with the blueprints.

Kylo’s confusion is palpable. It cannot be that this skinny man is the gem that he’s been searching for. He can’t be. Someone would know that there’s no jewel, just a man in a glass box.

Kylo introduces himself to the man. The man tells Kylo that his name is Armitage, the mind behind all of the ingenious designs of the First Order’s military and armoury. Annotated blueprints for the First Order’s Starkiller planet are pinned to the wall as well as drawings of ships and blasters and stormtrooper armour. There may not be a physical jewel to steal but Kylo is content enough with stealing the gem of Arkanis for himself, to use Armitage’s ideas and creations for his own financial gain.

So he does. He breaks Armitage out of his glass cage and they escape, with Kylo making it very clear to Armitage that he is his prisoner and will be treated as such. Armitage doesn’t seem to care what happens to him so Kylo’s threats are meaningless; Kylo has never come across anyone who is long scared of him and it’s strangely endearing. Kylo finds himself calling Armitage ‘gem’ a lot whilst they’re cooped up in his ship whilst he travels back to his home on the other side of the galaxy. Armitage is snarky, making quips all the time.

But all Kylo has to do is get back to his hideout without the gem being harmed or escaping. He hadn’t accounted for the feelings that would develop along the way. Armitage is beautiful in every way.

Can a thief truly call himself a thief if he allows his own heart to be stolen?

[enkisstories]

The lengths Sims!Rose will go to to be with her mass murderer never cease to amaze me. Hux was still in the jungle with his expedition, and there was no functional telecommincations tower nearby, yet he received an invite to a date from Rose.

And not just that, the proposed location was the bar in the ruined village that the expedition had passed by earlier - a three days ride from where Rose and others lived. That meant Rose had FOLLOWED the expedition.

At this point I'm almost convinced that in this AU Rose only kissed Finn on Crait because they were in Armitage's line of sight and she wanted to make him jealous.

"I missed you, too."

Hux: "But seeing me is not the reason why you're here. You're incredibly tense... Something happened at base camp?"

Rose: "I don't know where to start.... We lost Finn, so Poe attacked the emperor with his bare hands to make him bring Finn back to life..."

Hux: "So both of them are gone? I don't know how to feel about this. These two were constants in my life ever since the shipwreck. At times their presence put me at ease."

Rose: "Poe is alive. And training with Kylo Ren now. But we can still save him, I'm sure of it!"

Hux: "You came to me so that I would help you save... Poe Dameron. Rose, dearest, do you realize how strange that sounds?”

Rose: “It better does! I’d be angry at you if you pretended otherwise. If anything, you changed sides, you didn’t change as a person. But Poe is changing - without even realizing it. He needs us to remind him who he really is! Whether as friend or as enemy, he’ll react to you, and strongly.”

Hux (internally): The guy with the lightsaber and tutoring from Ren will react “strongly” to seeing me? I think I’ve heard more reassuring words from my father of all people.

Rose: “Armitage...?”

Hux: “Alright, let's go rescue the little rat!”

[lightsabersanddrummajors]

Random Band!AU Headcanons (2/?)

During practices, Obi-Wan is a talker; he’ll often shout out his praises and critiques as the ensemble plays. He tends to only stop the song dead if something is really going wrong. Otherwise, he wants to see how well they recover!

Whenever he gets frustrated trying to play something, Anakin’s first instinct is to play it as quickly as possible. His students always have to hold in giggles when he plays a part for them, messes it up, and begins to play at breakneck speed!

Lando loves to sing! He’s not particularly good at it, but it never fails to cheer him up, and it make others laugh too :)

Chewbacca is probably the best hugger in the ensemble. He’s big and warm and super gentle, especially with smaller members, so he’s a great source of comfort! Whenever anyone feels down, they usually go to him.

Han is surprisingly good at repairs! Since he’s cool under pressure and he’s been around long enough to know the usual issues, he quickly became the go-to guy for any last-minute malfunction when Obi-Wan’s busy, especially for marching band.

Luke has lungs of steel; even when he’s whispering to someone or fidgeting with his tuning slide up until the last second before his entrance, he manages to play with a full sound!

Leia knows a lot about music theory and can explain most of what she finds in her simpler pieces! However, most of the other students don’t know as much, so her ramblings often result in blank stares XD.

C3PO is the go-to tutor for most of the band; he’s super smart and a really good explainer! (He’s saved Luke, Han, and Rose from failing a test at least two times each!).

Artoo has a huge sweet tooth! No matter where he is or what he’s doing, there’s a 70% chance that he’s got candy in his mouth. He likes hard candy, gummy worms, and bubblegum the best, but he’ll eat just about anything!

Kylo doesn’t know how to do his own hair for marching band. He’s tried, but all he ends up doing is making a mess, so Rey and Finn have to do it for him. However, his hair is super soft and fun to play with and he loves head rubs, so it’s a win-win for everyone!

Rose has single-handedly been credited as the reason her team won the tug of war that the marching band played early on in the season; she’s scary strong, even more so when she’s angry!

Hux is really good at chess--no one in the band has ever beaten him--but for some reason, he cannot grasp checkers. It’s simpler, and yet he just can’t manage to keep the rules straight. It frustrates him to no end.

Rey loves the rain; where anyone else would be shrieking at the cold water and the lightning, she’ll stand outside and watch! (Her friends respect it, but they think she’s nuts.) 

Finn is a really good artist! He sketches people a lot, and almost every band member has at least one drawing of them in his sketchbook!

Poe had a “YouTube channel” in middle school. It was barely a channel at all, just a few grainy videos shot on an IPad of him, Finn, and Rey playing video games and a clip or two of band practices from 8th grade, but he still remembers it fondly.

[ao3feed--reylo]

Ben Solo Needs a Tutor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wA3bOE6

by Minkel23

“His hands were large by the sides of her face, his lips inches from her own, and where their bodies met her skin seemed to pulse with a hidden electricity. The muscles he normally would use for cutting through the water were fixated on consuming her, and he was thrusting into her hard, so that she cried out beneath him.”

When swim team captain Ben Solo starts failing Shakespeare - putting the school’s record breaking swim season at risk- English student Rey is recruited to tutor him.

But Ben doesn’t want to learn, and Rey will do anything - anything- to see that he does.

Words: 3940, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Rose Tico, Armitage Hux, Finn (Star Wars), Amilyn Holdo

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo, Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Boarding School, Rey is Ben’s tutor, Ben is Captain of the Swim Team, Rey is an exchange student, References to Shakespeare, Shakespeare Quotations

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wA3bOE6

[ao3feed--kylux]

Rest

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JdmlhPt

by notlikelybutpossible

16-year-old Armitage Hux is hired to teach grumpy 11-year-old Ben Solo the piano.

Words: 1573, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Twitfics

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, benarmie, Piano, Tutoring, Childhood Friends, Angst and Feels, First Crush

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JdmlhPt

[trillgutterbug]

henlo fwends, today is my 10 year ao3nniversary! 😱

in honour of this auspicious occasion, here are some of my fave fics i've written posted over the past few years (and if you like em... there are more where they came from!). the terror temper its strength, adding honey until quite cold [edward little/tom hartnell. 3.4k. mature. crossdressing, gender stuff, oral] erebus and terror throw an evening of entertaining pageantry. edward ends up in the dress.

lest with my own eyes i behold thee beaten [francis/james. 7.5k. explicit. roleplay of a noncon+minor sexual situation (all "onscreen" participants are of age and consenting), dirty talk, anal, oral] james tells francis the story of his teenage abuse at the hands of a tutor. then they fuck about it. man's perdition is of himself [hickey/tozer/little. 1.8k. explicit. anal, dubcon, rough sex, hitting, bruises, dirty talk, power dynamics, hickey is his own warning] lieutenant little throws in with hickey and gets more than he bargained for - namely, solomon tozer's dick.

narcos meditations [pacho/amado. 3.8k. explicit. first time anal, established relationship] amado's pretty bad at sex. thankfully he has a good teacher. my own vineyard i had to neglect [javier peña/steve murphy. 3.5k. explicit. smoking, oral, sex in a car] a stakeout gets boring. then it gets interesting. generation kill a rose by any other name (would still smell like feet) [brad/ray. 20k. mature. gender/sex swap, gender shenanigans, canon-typical levels of homo/transphobia, generally unpleasant language and behaviour, getting together] an inexplicable accident in the desert changes ray in a fundamental way. (or does it really? brad can't tell. because he's stupid.) change in the r.o.e. [series] [nate/mike, one-sided nate/brad. 5.5k. explicit. oral, some d/s elements, jerkin it, dirty talk] the last thing mike expects to see when he comes around the corner of the outbuilding is lieutenant fick having a combat jack. band of brothers lay down in the tall grass [baberoe. 9.9k. teen+. shaving, pining, sharing a foxhole, getting together] obligatory bastogne fic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. star wars that which survives [kylux. 6k. teen+. post-tfa, force bonding, h/c, medical stuff] stranded in a broken-down shuttle with kylo ren after the destruction of starkiller base, hux is forced to confront some unpleasant realities. you many unassaulted cities [kylux. 3.4k. explicit. trans hux, oral, vaginal sex, mild dubcon, dirty talk, power dynamics] (it's just smut, guys.) marvel thine own self [brock rumlow/jack rollins. 20k. explicit. a/b/o, mpreg, abortion, abusive relationship, dubcon, shitty power dynamics, dead dove] brock has never let anyone get at him during a heat. not once. (or: why condoms are a good idea.) concerning flight [thorki. 5k. explicit. genderfluid/lady loki, oral, vaginal sex, post-ragnarok] loki does what she wants. sometimes, what she wants is thor. black sails natural law [flint/silver. 2.4k. explicit. first time anal, established relationship] they have performed every manner of indecency on one another, except for one thing... the magnus archives it serenely disdains to destroy us [jon/martin. 13k. teen+. getting together, asexuality, oh my god they were roommates] jon's flat is being fumigated. he is not impressed. martin offers his spare bedroom. letterkenny spirit of the code [wayne/darry. 4.4k. g. getting together, internalised homophobia, miscommunication, idiots to lovers] wayne breaks his leg in february. it's a whole to-do.