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Fem!Hux fucking Fem!Ren.

Because the world totally needs more genderbending and femslash.

Seconded and I might try to write it.

"Madame Ren, a word?"

Kylo doesn't need to use the Force to know that General Hux is vibrating with barely-contained fury. Her hands are curled into fists, her lips white, the elaborate red braids that crown her head pulled back far too tight for comfort. "A word will do, General."

"Off-course." Hux nearly spits out the words. "An explanation, if you will."

"I received intelligence that a portion of the map I seek was on Jakku. It made sense to divert us immediately."

"And you did this during my sleeping period, without consulation, without--"

"I have been authorized by the Supreme Leader to use any means necessary to--"

"You were authorized to collaborate with me!" Hux barks. "I have no objection to you carrying out your directive, Madame Ren, but I will not allow you to ruin the precision of my plans." Her red lip lifts in a sneer. "I've set the course right, but we'll be half a day behind schedule, and you'll certainly have to answer to Snoke for this."

Kylo shrugs. She knows the Supreme Leader's vision spans centuries. What is half a day to such a creature?

"Well?" Hux crosses her arms and begins to tap her shiny, black-clad toe on the deck. "What do you have to say for yourself, Madame Ren?"

Kylo takes in Hux's yardstick-straight back, her ridiculously padded and sharp shoulders, the high starched collar that hides all but an inch of the general's neck. If they were alone in the dank citadel where Kylo did her training, she wouldn't hesitate to attack. She'd sink her teeth into Hux's pale, creamy skin, rip her to shreds with the power of her fury.

"You sound like my mother."

That makes Hux's pale eyebrows rise. "I am not your mother. I am your General. And you will show me the respect that my station--"

It's easy, too easy, for Kylo to curl her fist, to imagine her hands wrapped around Hux's neck.

The wretched woman's eyes go wide. She staggers backwards, clawing at her neck. Kylo laughs, arm outstretched so that Hux can see exactly what's strangling her, how little hope she has against the power of the Force.

"You seem even more like her," Kylo mocks. "From your petulance to your whining voice to your stupid, ostentatious braids. I always wanted to do this to her when she was nagging me. Make her shut up for once."

That's when Hux's eye twitches. Kylo can see it turn from cruel blue to a kind of wild green, and then Hux is lunging at her, hands outstretched.

It's ridiculous. The woman can't breathe, she's being choked by something she can't see. Yet those long, sharp fingernails are yanking down Kylo's cowl, thumbnails pressing into the soft hollow of her throat. Impossible, idiotic, and yet Kylo's the one pressed against the wall and gasping for air.

*throws open window and shouts into the night*
VIOLENT VILLAINESS HATESEX IS IMMINENT!

yes yes yes
i like where this is going

Kylo's knees are shaking, and the hand pressed against her throat is sending sparks of Force through her body. Her system is overloading with sensation, the last gasp of oxygen in her lungs, nerves burning themselves up to keep her alive. She can feel her Force centering itself at her root chakra, energy gathering between her legs.

"Take that fucking helmet off and look me in the eye," Hux sneers. Her precious braids are falling down over her face, her eyes bloodshot and eerie yellow-green. Her collar is ripped and wrinkled, green-purple bruises starting to bruise around her throat.

Kylo raises trembling hands to her helmet. It releases slowly, with a hiss that mirrors her gasping choke for air. "Let go," she croaks. "Let go now." She knows what Hux will see, has to look at it in the mirror every day--the dark eyes like her mother's, the sharp nose and cheeks like her father's.

"No. I don't think so." Hux peers into Kylo's eyes. Kylo wonders what she's searching for. Humanity? Compassion? Something else that Hux lacks? Or is she just waiting for the moment when Kylo's eyes go blank and unfocused?

Hux presses the heel of one hand into the hollow of Kylo's throat, using one hand to wrap around her neck now. Not choking her anymore, but pinning her against the wall. Kylo can feel the pressure of her hand, the squeeze of the fingers that forces her chin down.

"Who is the boss on this ship?" Hux barks. "It's not you, Kylo Ren. Who. Is. It?"

Kylo stretches her lips over her teeth. It's barely a smile. "One who is greater than you," she rasps.

There's a loud crack and a stinging on the side of her cheek, sending prickles of numbing heat exploding through her face. Hux is shaking out her hand. "Wrong answer. If you were a Stormtrooper, I'd have Phasma send you to reconditioning." The pain is trickling down her body, swirling low and settling, and her hips jut forward with the aftershocks of sensation.

"You can't do anything to me," Kylo growls.

"I can do a lot." Hux lifts her hand. Kylo tilts her head to receive the next blow. Maybe the pain will clear her mind, give her the strength she needs to break free of whatever Hux thinks she's doing to her. Hux turns her hand and trails the backs of her fingers down Kylo's cheek. The touch is soft, gentle, like something Kylo's mother might do to lull her to sleep. She wants to weep; she wants to spit in Hux's face. "I think I've found a way to show you who's boss," Hux says in a strange, sing-song voice. "We don't want to hurt our Knight, do we?"

It's as if the Force itself is guiding Hux's hand down Kylo's body, lifting up the skirt of her robe. This is a kind of violation Kylo has never experienced, something gentle and gradual compared to endless lightsaber sparring or harsh intrusions into the mind. Hux's hand is moving between her thighs. She arches into Hux's fingers, desperately needing more pressure, more friction.

"Don't you dare move." Hux presses the heel of her other hand against Kylo's throat. She's stroking Kylo's neck now, fingers dancing over Kylo's collarbones; the restraint is just a symbol now, something for Kylo to pretend to struggle against. "You're going to take what I give you, is that understood?"

Kylo swallows against Hux's hand. "You know I can take what I want," she says, but her voice is breathy, unconvincing.

"You can't right now," Hux gloats. "You're pathetic. Refusing to surrender." She touches her lips to Kylo's cheek, runs the tip of her tongue along Kylo's ear. It's as though Hux breathes fire against the side of her face, making her mind go up in a shower of sparks. "Should I just keep claiming more ground until you give in? Or will I have to ruin every inch of you before we're done?"

Ahhhhhhhh! This is vicious and gorgeous and I'm so glad you came back to it.

OP here.
You just saved my day, anon. This is just wonderful and I'm so glad you're filling this. ^o^

Kylo realizes with a shock that she's wet between her legs, slick and swollen enough for Hux to slide a finger inside of her without much trouble at all. She cries out at the unexpected intrusion. Hux's finger is warm and sparking with Force inside of her, so different from the cold, sterile toys she's used to. Her body stiffens, her cunt clenching around Hux's finger.

"Oh, you like this." Hux twists her finger back and forth, crooking it gently. Her fingertip brushes something inside of Kylo that sends a warm, aching wave of need through her chakra.

Her hips jut out once, twice, three times. She hopes it bleeds off the excess Force energy pooling inside of her. It's gathering at some deep core in her she'd never explored, never even known about before. Rubbing herself in the middle of the night is nothing compared to this, to Hux's finger deep inside her body, Hux's hand on her throat.

"Maybe I'll have to do this every time you're naughty. Every time you go against my orders, every time you undercut me in front of Snoke. I bet you'd like that." Kylo can feel the tip of another finger exploring her opening, parting the lips of her cunt to slide inside. She cries out at the unexpected pain, the stretch of skin around Hux's fingers. Hux grins, showing her teeth. "What's the matter? Can't take it?"

Kylo grits her teeth and shoves her hips forward. Hux's fingers jab into the soft tissue of her cunt, a blossom of pain that only the highlights the pleasure building inside her.

"Yes," Hux hisses in her ear. "Give it to me. Give me what you've got." She presses her slim body against Kylo's robes as Kylo struggles against her, hips pistoning up and down on Hux's fingers, desperate to release the energy Hux is trapping inside her.

Hux's voice sounds like Snoke's, the seductive and dark tendrils that seep into her brain, reach into something beyond thought and beyond words. Her body betrays her, wet flesh hungry for the stretch and ache that Hux rubs into her.

The only comfort is that Hux is as out of control as she is. The general's hand slides around Kylo's head, pressing their foreheads together. Hux bites her lips, her chin, her jawline, presses her nose and mouth into the soft skin of Kylo's neck. She breathes in Kylo's scent as her hand works under Kylo's robes, thumb finally pressing against the slippery folds of Kylo's clit. Her voice is low and husky when she says, "I know you like that. I knew you were just a little slut under your mask. Knew I'd have you begging for my fingers."

"Cruel," Kylo says, ekeing the word out of her throat. Her voice is raspy and low, every word painful as knives. "You're cruel."

"Very." Hux's thumb works at Kylo's clit. "I'm going to make you come, little girl, and I'm not going to let you go until you do."

It's impossible, Hux having this much control over Kylo's body. Kylo won't give her the satisfaction. They could stay here for hours, locked in this soft combat, Hux pressing finger after finger into Kylo's body. She could be stretched around the General's whole fist, impaling herself impossibly tight, torn apart and still refusing to give in. Her cunt responds at the idea, contracting greedily around Hux's fingers.

"You see?" Hux whispers. "I don't need a lightsaber to take you down. All I need is this." Her thumb strums across Kylo's clit once, twice, three times. The quick motion is like striking a match, and there's a fire building in Kylo's body that she knows she can't control.

Her orgasm consumes her from the inside out, building in some deep core of her and eating her body alive with flame. Force energy spirals out through her skin, releasing red and gold loops of light into the darkened and blue-tinted room. Kylo screams, and every electric light in the room explodes.

They're left in the dark. Kylo pants, lungs raw and throat in shreds, her cunt throbbing. There's a deep, satisfied ache inside of her. She can feel Hux slide her fingers out, and the woman's hand is shaking.

"Well," Hux says. The emergency lights turn on with a hum. Hux is looking at her hand, at the two fingers that made Kylo come. They're still wet, glistening in the dull red light of the emergency illumination.

"Point taken, General." Kylo's legs are shaking, her thighs sticky and wet. She gropes for her helmet, fitting it clumsily onto her head.

Hux opens her mouth and touches her sticky fingertips to her tongue. It's obscene. "I won't be as merciful next time," she says.

"Neither will I." Kylo swathes herself in her cowl and sweeps out of the room, leaving Hux with wet fingers and a taste.

YYYYEESSSS ANON!!! This was absolutely fantastic and exactly what this ship needs (more femslash, that is :) ). I'm not the OP, but if you ever decide to write more, I'll be first in line to read it!

*incoherent shouting*

The quick motion is like striking a match

Fuck! I love that imagery. I love this fic.

OP here again. This was beautiful and perfect and exactly what I wanted. Thank you so much!!! ^w^

"I believe I owe you a debt," Kylo says. She's standing in Hux's doorway, maskless. Hux briefly stops to consider Kylo's wild and tangled locks, the telling dart of her eyes, the ragged edges of her coarse robe and cape. It makes her look too old, like a witch in a fairy tale. Hux's braids are pulled tight, her hair and boots shiny and smooth.

"What sort of debt?" Hux asks. "Don't tell me you're going to ask your mummy to pay for the console you destroyed?"

Hux sees Kylo grits her teeth. The console was an isolated incident, but it's the kind of thing Hux enjoys bringing up. Just the kind of petty detail she'd use to show exactly how insignificant she considered Kylo. Kylo Ren, scourge of Jedi, breaker of minds? No. Kylo Ren, scourge of wall covering and breaker of computer banks.

"You showed me the consequences of mercy," Kylo says. She peels off her left glove slowly, pulling off the last finger with her teeth. "Now you'll see what you really deserve."

Hux's body twists around below her, her muscles jumping and twitching in ways she can't control. She fights to keep herself from nestling her face into the bed, pressing her torso into the firm mattress. She kicks and kicks but still can't close her traitor legs.

"You waste so much breath on speeches, General. Who do you think you're trying to fool? Words spoken with the Force are powerful. Yours are not."

Hux desperately wants find the word that will make Kylo cringe with shame. It's out there, somewhere, and Hux can only guess. Witch. Monster. Freak. She opens her lips to spit them out at Kylo, but the only thing she can do is growl deep in her throat.

"You think those words would harm me," Kylo whispers. She's holding an arm straight out, fingers glowing with a faint red light in the darkened room. "Words can't harm me. But I can do so much to you like this."

Hux aims a kick at the bed. Her foot twitches.

"Don't try to fight it. You'll only hurt yourself." Kylo glides over to Hux. Hux feels her warm, soft hand slide between her thighs, under her pubis, before Kylo tugs her pants down. Her shirt is next to go, tugged away from her body by claws that pop the buttons and tear the seams.

She wills her body to obey her, strains and cramps to force her legs closed. There's cold, dry air hitting her cunt. If she could just press her legs together, if she could just stop showing her body off to Kylo like a whore, she'd have some kind of advantage.

"Fuck you," she gasps, finally. "You think this means anything to me? I've endured worse than this."

"And you'll endure more." Kylo's soft fingers brush the lips of Hux's cunt, sliding soft trails up the insides of her thighs. Kylo's caressing her, Hux realizes. Like this is some kind of meeting between lovers.

"You think you're going to seduce me?" she spits.

Kylo takes her fingers away. "If you prefer pain, you'll have it." She twists her hand up, and Hux writhes onto her back. "You'll even show me where you like to be hurt."

Oh hell yes!

I love how Hux never stops shit talking even as she's being completely overwhelmed. Sweet sweet raging antagonism.

Hux desperately wants find the word that will make Kylo cringe with shame. It's out there, somewhere, and Hux can only guess. Witch. Monster. Freak.

"Daughter."

Hux's legs have lost the fight, stretched wide to show Kylo her cunt. She struggles to force her arms across her breasts, slapping her palms across her nipples, but her wrists yank back of their own accord and her arms slam to her sides. Her fingers curl one by one into angry, useless fists.

Kylo reaches out, the bare skin of her left hand trailing across Hux's breasts. She brushes her fingertips across Hux's nipple, the pad of her thumb lingering to rub across the sensitive nub. "Here?"

Hux snarls and gnashes her teeth at Kylo.

"Do you like it when your lovers play with them?" The back of Kylo's gloved right hand caresses the side of Hux's breast. "I knew a girl who liked that. She would beg me for it." The caress is followed by a backhand slap.

Hux screws up her nose at the shock, bracing for more. It's a trick she learned at the Academy during corporal discipline. Her body would always respond to pain; she could learn to control the response.

"She had brown nipples," Kylo muses. "She didn't look much like you at all." She slides her gloved hand up Hux's body. "Her hair was always falling in her eyes." Hux feels her braids unravel, freeing themselves from the bun at the nape of her neck. "All I had to do was ask, and she'd let me touch her body for hours."

"'Ask'," Hux spits out. "Ha."

Kylo smiles, her wide, red mouth suddenly soft. "You'd like me to touch you, wouldn't you?" Her voice is a husky whisper that seems to vibrate through Hux's body, coiling around her ears even as the meaning of the words falls apart in her mind. "It would make you feel good. And you don't get to feel good very often, do you?"

One hand slides through Hux's loosening hair. The touch of the other, bare skin against skin, is the gentlest thing Hux has ever felt.

"There's no reason to resist me. I just want to give you what you like." Kylo's hair brushes against her collarbone. "Trust me."

Soft, moist lips close around Hux's nipple. Kylo's tongue flicks across the tip, laves the delicate tissue of the areola. She sucks at Hux in a gentle rhythm, and Hux can just hear the humming noises Kylo is making rumbling through her chest.

Hux lets fingers uncurl, lets her heart quiet down. Where her muscles were locked tight with tension, now they are limp and relaxed. She is boneless and too indolent to move, her whole being centered in the ebb and flow of pleasure over her heart. She is floating.

"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Kylo lifts her head. "You like what I'm doing to you."

"I like it," Hux whispers, her voice small and high.

"See? I asked." Kylo's hand slides her her breast, and then clever fingers pinch down hard on her nipple. The pain clears away the fog and Hux is back where she started, fingers clutching at the sheets, lancets of pain and pleasure racing through her blood.

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