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Hux insists he can concentrate hard enough to withstand Kylo's mind-probing. Kylo sees this as a challenge and they proceed to experiment... except that he tries so hard that when he breaks through the mental wall, he sees too much. He sees a young Hux, victim of repeated abuse (up to the author what kind), and when he snaps out of the probing, he finds Hux on the floor, sobbing and feeling the flashbacks vividly.

"God, you're a mess," Wexley says as he pushes his cock into Poe's throat, leaving it right where it makes him gag. Spit spills out of his mouth, and his eyes are already watering from the last time Snap made him choke.

Snap pulls back, just a little, cockhead pushing against his soft palate. Poe's knees hurt, and his throat aches, and the room is too cold for him to be so naked.

He's so hard he aches.

"It's a wonder I let you suck my cock at all," Snap says, and he slaps Poe's cheek with his palm, just hard enough to make him groan. "You're terrible at it."

Poe moves his tongue, making Snap groan in turn.

"You're getting sloppy, Dameron." Snap fists his own cock, and smears the spit and precome oh Poe's other cheek, on his forehead, and then grabs his hair, yanks on it.

It's sticky and gross on his skin, and he laps at Snap's cock however he can. He keeps his mouth obediently open as Snap decides what to let him do.

"Look at that." Snap rests his cock on his tongue, his bottom lip, but doesn't move. Poe's neck feels hot with it -- he tries hard not to move.

"You're nothing but a cockslut, and you still can't manage a decent blowjob."

Snap jerks his hips, slamming his dick into the ring of Poe's throat.

He chokes but can't pull back -- Snap's got two hands in his hair and is holding him still. He tries not to move, to be good.

"You're so bad at this I have to do all the work myself."

Poe can barely catch his breath, only able to take in tiny huffs of air through his nose. Snap's speed is punishing and his throat feels bruised. He tries to suck, wants to do better, but he can't move.

Snap grunts, and pushes his cock as deep as it can go, holding Poe still. His throat spasms, and he can just barely taste Snap's come thru the panicky need for air.

When he pulls his dick out, Poe gasps for breath, leaning on his hands. Snap wipes his cock in his hair, smearing it more.

"You're lucky you're pretty," Snap says, sounding pretty winded himself. "It's barely worth the effort to facefuck you."

Poe flushes. Snap always knows what to say to cut him down, where he's nerves and aches and want.

"Say it," Snap says, nudging his knee with his boot.

"Thank you," Poe rasps. "I'll do better next time." He shivers with the shame of it.

"Oh, I think we have time for more practice now," Snap says. He reaches down to pull Poe up, to get him on the bed.

Poe knows it won't be good enough, but he's ready to do his best.

this is literally the kylux ideal wow I've died I'm dead. completely in character imo I love Hux's ruthlessness and Ren's willingness to give. well done!

shiny and chrome

I see what you did there

Huxxxxx you creepy manipulative little fuuuuck

i love this so much tho

Holy shit that was perfect. And naked Kylo on clothed Hux's lap is just nggghh

a little heavy on the mushy part, but hope you enjoy :) cross-posted to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5831005

***

Hux bit down on the pillow and tried to shift some of his weight onto his elbows, desperate to relieve some of the pressure from his knees as Kylo Ren continued to pound into him from behind. He’d been tossed over the bed unceremoniously after attempting to wrestle control from Ren, whose infuriatingly long limbs now allowed him to hold down Hux’s wrists with one hand, while directing his ass onto Ren’s cock with the other.

Hux thought about making one final attempt to assert dominance, but almost immediately felt his joints and muscles tighten into inflexibility, the surest sign that Ren had ceased negotiations about who was in control—and, more distressingly, that Ren was in his mind. Ren released his hold on Hux’s wrists—no longer necessary as the Force’s grip held him now—and leaned back, knotting a gloved hand through Hux’s hair. He gripped the hair in a tight fist and yanked Hux’s head back to him.

“Don’t even think about moving unless I tell you to,” growled Ren in his ear, pushing him back down onto the bed with a shove. “It’s time to complete your training.”

Ren gripped Hux’s hips with both hands now and thrust into him deeply, Hux suddenly grateful for Ren’s stabilizing Force-grip. Hux felt his own cock straining, untouched, and wished Ren would at least release his hand so he could attend to himself. Suddenly, though he still felt both of Ren’s hands on his hips, he felt a warm pressure around his cock, stroking him up and down as Ren continued to fuck him from behind. There were benefits to have a Force-sensitive fuck buddy, sure, but… this was... well, he was too closing to coming now… but he’d make sure to argue the point further… next time.

***

Hux arrived at Ren’s door fresh from the gym, where he’d been implementing a new weight training routine for the past few weeks in an attempt to at least match Ren for physical strength. He scrubbed his still-wet hair with the towel slung around his shoulders as he waited, shifting his weight from foot to foot in his loose-fitting athletic pants and shirt. He’d dressed to spar. Ren opened the door and looked at Hux curiously.

“You’re not wearing your uniform,” he observed astutely. Hux pushed past him into the room, determined to take control of the situation this time, right from the beginning. As soon as the door shut, Hux pushed Ren against the wall, attempting to hold his arms down at his sides. Just as quickly, though, Ren broke from his hold and pushed Hux against the opposite wall, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. Hux clenched his jaw and struggled to free his hands, but to no avail. As he moved, Ren looked down and seemed momentarily transfixed by the exposed strip of Hux’s stomach peeking out from the bottom of his raised shirt. Hux slowed his struggle, noticing something strange on Ren’s face—it almost looked like a smile. It was small, but for once it wasn’t coming from causing someone else pain, which was unusual. It made Ren look almost… well, cute.

Without thinking, Hux leaned forward and kissed Ren on the lips—a move that was not typically part of their repertoire. Ren released him immediately and took a step back, blinking, brow furrowed, staring at Hux’s mouth. Hux sighed, and resigned himself to the fact that this encounter would soon be following the normal sequence of events, apparently having offended the little prince now.

“Sorry, Ren, I…“ Hux started to say, trailing off, as he didn’t know entirely how to explain himself. Ren stared at the floor for a moment before finally speaking.

“Again, please,” said Ren, softly.

“I—what?” said Hux, surely having misunderstood. Ren looked up at him now with his big, dark eyes, lip seeming to quiver slightly.

“Kiss me again, please,” he repeated.

Hux stared at him for a moment, unsure if this was some underhanded technique that would end up with him pinned to the floor once again. Hesitantly, he moved towards Ren and rested his hand tenderly on his cheek. Ren inhaled slowly at his touch, nuzzling into his hand and closing his eyes, as if recalling some phantom sensation. Hux stared again, now even more suspicious that this had to be some sort of trick. Yet, Ren stayed perfectly still, pink splotches blossoming uncontrollably on his cheeks. Keeping a cautious eye on both of Ren’s hands, Hux leaned in and kissed him, longer this time, closing his own eyes without quite realizing. The smile returned to the corners of Ren’s mouth as he breathed out, long, deep and satisfied.

Ren removed his gloves, dropping them on the ground and returning to Hux. He placed his gloveless hands on Hux’s face, as Hux had done to him, tracing his jawline as he stared into his eyes. Hux instinctively raised his hands to defend himself, gripping Ren’s wrists, but, again, sensing no malice in his touch, dropped his own hands to Ren’s waist. This time, Ren leaned in and kissed him, softly. As he pulled away from his lips, Ren buried his face in Hux’s neck, wrapping his arms snugly around Hux’s core. Unsure of what to do—hugging was definitely not part of their normal encounters—Hux patted Ren on the shoulder awkwardly.

Apparently taking the tap as a command, Ren immediately dropped to his knees in front of Hux, grabbing his hips firmly, kissing his stomach just below his navel. Hux inhaled sharply, not expecting the sensation of Ren’s breath tickling his bare skin down there quite so soon. Ren looked up at him adoringly as he pulled down Hux’s pants, his erection straining against the fabric of his briefs. As Ren pulled those down too, Hux leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. He felt Ren take hold of his cock with one hand, stroking up and down. Hux couldn’t recall Ren ever actually touching him like this—sure, he would fuck him endlessly, or use the Force to simulate all manner of intimate activities, but he never took things like this into his own hands, so to speak.

Hux let out a soft whimper as he felt Ren’s lips wrap around the tip of his cock, seguing into a full-throated moan as Ren’s mouth took him in entirely. Looking down, watching as Kylo Ren, leader of the Knights of Ren, bobbed enthusiastically on his dick, Hux reached down and laced his fingers through Ren’s hair, resting his hand on the back of his head. Inspired, Hux gripped his hair tighter and pushed his cock deeper into Ren’s mouth, at the same time bucking forward roughly with his hips. Ren snarled and yanked his head away, however, still on his knees but hints of his characteristic anger beginning to splay out across his face, silent but stewing.

In a quick attempt to recover the, dare he say, romance of the moment, Hux reached out and began to stroke Ren’s hair carefully—though still a bit concerned he might lose the hand. The tender touch, however, softened Ren’s façade almost immediately. Ren closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into the touch, emitting a low, vibrating sound that Hux could only describe as a purr. Ren crawled back to him, his big mouth finally being put to good use, gliding over Hux’s cock, warm and wet.

Hux could feel himself getting close now, which Ren seemed to sense, increasing the pressure of his lips and the speed of his movements. Hux wasn’t sure if Ren was actually in his mind, or just a particularly receptive partner when he wanted to be, but whichever it was, it was working. He came hard and quick, Ren staying in place, gripping Hux’s ass as he swallowed. When Hux was finished, Ren rocked back on his knees, wiping his mouth, and looked up at him, waiting. Still catching his breath, Hux pulled his pants back up and, realizing Ren was still staring at him, gestured for him to stand.

Ren rose slowly to his full height, shoulders slouched, eyes focused on Hux as he shuffled towards him hesitantly. As he neared, Hux placed his hand on the back of Ren’s neck and pulled his face close to his, touching their foreheads together and looking into his eyes. Hux massaged the back of his neck for a moment, then leaned in to kiss him once more. Ren closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

“Thank you,” he said, soft and low. “Sir.”

Hux perked up at the honorific, eyeing Ren suspiciously once again, but deciding it was worth the risk to find out how far he could take this.

“Would you… would you mind taking off your clothes and moving to the bed for me, Ren?” said Hux. No sooner had he said it than Ren was racing to the bed in a flurry of discarded clothing. Hux watched in amazement, removing his own shirt as he approached the bed where Ren was already ready and waiting, looking up at him eagerly.

This was going to be fun.

YES PLZ

reply, love, reply

omggggggg pls? Someone?

If anything calls for a misfire fill, this calls for a misfire fill.

The droid was played by someone who later invited me to go to a four-day fully immersive zombie apocalypse LARP. In the winter. In Wisconsin.

How did I not notice this before??? +1 THIS SHOULD BE THE STANDARD KYLO/FINN FIC.

Yes please!

This prompt is a wild adventure in itself, tbh :)

THIS HITS ME IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES

The barbarians are at the gates of the city, and the Warrior King watches them from the citadel of his tower. The smoke from their campfires and torches form a cloud that rolls into the city. It's oily, thick, and acrid.

"What are they burning out there?" he asks the Oracle. The Oracle is hunched over his own fire, which is sending lazy spirals of fragrant smoke drifting through the air. "Wet leaves? Whole bantha?"

"Their dead." The Oracle speaks in a dull, heavy tone. He's usually swathed in silks from Corellia that are stitched with eldritch designs, holding court from the Warrior King's side. Tonight, there's only a black linen cloth draped around his hips to hide his dignity. His hair is wild and tangled in matted locks, instead of carefully curled and oiled. Painted, jagged lines of red and black frame his eyes, trace his nose, and surround his mouth. "They cook their dead, and eat them to gain their strength."

"Interesting tactic," the Warrior King says, trying to keep the fear and disgust out of his voice. "Does it work?"

"They believe it does. When they have eaten, they will attack, and they will be stronger than before." The Oracle rises and joins the Warrior King by the window. "We cannot use mere men anymore."

"The Soldiers of the Storm have armor of bronze and hard leather. Each one of them holds a bow, spear, and sword as well as any of them. We have battle plans for any eventuality. How can we not reach victory?"

The Orcale nods out of the window. "If victory is assured, why are the Wild Tribes still there?"

The Warrior King peers at the distant campfires. Under the tower, he watches the sprawling city he's helped to create. Oh, the old king had secured the land and the loyalty of the farmers that worked it, promised them protection from the Wild Tribes who came to ravage the land for their mad gods.

But it was his youngest warlord who--after the untimely death of the old man from a mysterious choking fit--had brokered a series of agreements that had made it great. The old city had been a patchwork assortment of inns and shops that centered around a monthly market, surrounded by rolling hills. The new city stretched halfway to the horizon, long roads laid out straight and regular.

The Warrior King cursed himself for that. It would make it so much easier for the barbarians to rampage right through the city. If there was any hope of survival, he would have to change that.

"Do you see our city standing?" he asks the Oracle.

"For hours yet." The Oracle shakes his head. "The visions are coming slowly tonight."

"Then speed them up. Put more of your herbs on the fire." The Warrior King moves towards the fire. "Or should I stick my head into the vapors myself?"

"That is not how my visions work! I have told you before, and you do not understand. The herbs help me clear my mind, they do not bring the visions. I bring them forth myself."

"They come from your Night God, Snoke, do they not?" The Warrior King points upwards, towards the hole in the ceiling he's had his servants cut out to accommodate the smoky fire of the Oracle. The stars are faint but visible through the smoke, and they shimmer blood-red. A bad sign, the Warrior King thinks. His Oracle can tell the signs by the colors of the stars--green means a good harvest, blue a flood, and violet a great miracle to happen. He doesn't need the Oracle to tell him what blood-red stars mean.

"They come from Snoke, yes. And only I am allowed to receive them. Lest you forget that." The Oracle climbed up on the windowsill, stretching his body out. Sometimes, the man still seems like a member of the Wild Tribe he came from, like the thin and nervous boy who seemed so unafraid to be a slave, so determined to be sold to the Warrior King. "I see their shaman. He Who Walks the Sky." He sneered. "His visions come from the Sun God, Yoda. They fade in darkness."

"Just as yours fade in light. No wonder they attack us only during the summer." The Warrior King looked at his city again. It was nearly empty, except for the cadres of guards patrolling the streets. Doors shuttered, windows closed up. "Tell me again of your gods."

"Vader. The All-Siring, All-Killing." The Oracle closed his eyes. "Born of the Earth Mother Padma, who died bearing him. He resurrected her and became her lover. Of their coupling sprang Man."

"Your recitation is short today."

"Time is short. I must have a vision." The Oracle went back to the fire. "Pray to your god. If you have one."

The Warrior King closed his eyes. He tried to remind himself that the Emperor of the Heavens sat on his throne even now, and that--unlike the squabbling and limited gods of the Wild Tribe--his eye saw all and his hand moved all. But it was hard to believe when there were never any signs.

The Oracle sent up a wail. "Dark One, it is I, your most beloved child! I who have been sent as the instrument of destruction against those who give strength to your enemies! I, He Who Kills the Stars! Why do you not give me visions? What have I done that you are so far away?"

The Warrior King watched as his Oracle swayed back and forth, raising his arms to the heavens. The flickering fire made his face look hollow, sharp. His eyes rolled up into his head in ecstasy, his face going slack as he went into his trance.

THANKS crew

The few Finn/Kylo fics out there are too gentle and emotional. I am a terrible person and want to see Kylo be really rough with Finn. Call him a slut, humiliate him, pull his hair, push him around, choke him, command him around, using the Force to make Finn follow his commands, ANYTHING

+ if Finn fights back. I would also love to see Kylo get the shit beat out of him, too.

now i just wanna know which fic this was a reply to lol

omg lol

I took the creepy part to heart for this fill

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Hux stood in the centre of Ren’s quarters. He wasn’t entirely surprised by the austerity of the rooms. For all that Ren lived and breathed melodrama, he was training as a Sith. The burnt out mask came as more of a surprise. Hux was an avid student of Empire history, so he instantly recognised the artefact. There was something chilling about the blank stare, though the reason for his tension may have been Ren’s presence at his back.

‘That’s Lord Vader’s old helmet, isn’t it?’ Hux asked, breaking the silence.

‘Yes.’

‘Something to inspire you, or is it more about guidance?’

Ren shrugged. He tended not to speak much during their encounters, which Hux found somewhat frustrating. This was also the first time that they’d gone to Ren’s quarters, though the familiar territory didn’t seem to be making him any more talkative.

‘Or perhaps,’ Hux continued, ‘you just like the idea of his eyes on you.’

Ren let out a sharp breath. His features were obscured behind the mask, but Hux could tell he’d scored a point.

‘Perhaps,’ Ren conceded. His voice was a little hoarse, even with the distortion.

Hux began to strip down, arranging his clothes with sharp folds. He looked up when Ren reached for his helmet. ‘You can leave that on if you want.’

Ren was still and silent for long moment as Hux finished undressing. ‘I know what you’re doing,’ Ren said. Despite that, he made no move to take off his mask.

‘Usually people follow that up with, “and it’s not going to work”,’ said Hux.

Ren let out a shaky breath as Hux stepped into his space and trailed his fingers down the metal contours of his mask. ‘I just wanted to let you know that I knew. I don’t want you to stop.’

Hux smiled inwardly and pushed Ren backwards toward his bed. ‘Then I won’t.’

ahh, thank you so much! I'm hoping to post the next part in the next day or so -- been trying to find a good order of events.

OP Oh wow, this is fantastic! I love the whole history of this fantasy. Thank you!

I see so much opportunity here that I wish my writing was up to par with it.

+1

jesus yes.

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