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How do you beautiful Nonnies keep coming up with my best kinks? +1000000

Hi, OP here. I'm actually an asexual myself who is sex repulsed in real life but enjoys reading about it in fiction. I am very aware asexual does not automatically mean sex-repulsed though and everyone has different experiences. In this instance I just wanted to see Kylo as an asexual person who isn't into sex. I wasn't necessarily picturing him as repulsed by sex (although I wouldn't have a problem if he was) but I was mainly interested in the idea of his desperation for human affection and Hux using this to manipulate him. I wasn't implying anything about asexual people overall because obviously not every asexual person is the same. I tried my best to word it in a neutral way but apologies if it came across offensive to anyone. As an asexual person myself that certainly wasn't the intention. Hope this clears up any confusion.

Hux Sr. doesn't approve of Kylo and Hux being together. He fucks Hux in front of Kylo to show him who Hux actually belongs to.

A+ prompt

HOLY SHIT ANON YES +1000

THAT WAS A VINTAGE CORELLIAN RED YOU NERF HEARDER

Complete!! FINALLY.

Summary: Sidious finally finishes (and uses) his lightsaber. Rey finishes too.

If you know what I mean.

...I think I threw like ten kinks in there at the end *hides*

The whole thing is here http://archiveofourown.org/works/6146131/chapters/14081971

Au where as Snoke slowly seduces Ben to the dark side, he gets slightly too impatient, or too greedy. He tasks Ben with killing the New Jedi order. Problem is, Ben isn't quite so far gone yet.

He considers it. For a moment, he even wants it. But then the horror of what he was considering doing crashes onto him. It scares him right out of it. It scares him period, because he was going to do it, he was going to kill Luke and the padawan and Rey, and oh Force, what is wrong with him?!!

And amidst that turmoil, he runs away. Because it's safer for everyone, because he can't face them, because he's just plain scared.

Leia, Han and Luke go after him. Problem is, while a terrified Force-sensitive fifteen year old is easy to sense through the Force, it's actually much harder to catch up with him. And there are dark forces in the universe that still want to get their hands on Ben Solo.

Hurt/Comfort, quests, papa bear and mama bear Leia and Han!

:DDD OP: I really loved the idea of First Order officers subsisting on the shittiest rations, not to mention Hux foregoing eating and sleeping in favor of working. I love the pieces about Hux exposed to things like chocolate for the first time and how he can't get enough because holy shit this is what I've been missing? Plus Kylo was raised during a time of prosperity on verdant planets. The "boarding school waif dying of Tuberculosis look" would probably be an utter turn off.

So yeah. Hux get some meat on those bones. Who knows, if he tried eating regularly, maybe he'd actually you know, start to LIKE it (like most people).

And who doesn't like chubby Hux? Not me.

Yyyyyaaasssss this is my fresh, mid-summer farmer's market organic raspberry JAM, OP.

I'm interested in filling but would like to know if you have any preferences for/against pairings? I'm personally down for absolutely anything* up to and including OC's/reader insert, so let me know if there's anything you'd prefer not to see. (Or that you'd really like to!)

*(with the exception of Rey/Luke bc i have a bit of a squick for teacher/student stuff and parent/child incest which seems kinda likely here)

This is what I'm here for!

Haaaard thirded.

Aww, they've been my OTP too since that "Traitor!" scene in the movie, so I'm always happy to bring something to the Finnlo table that my fellow shippers enjoy! <3

Seconded!

Someone get on this please!

Second!

Thanks for caring, anon! :) yeah, it's like, emotional stress paralyzes my body and then fries my brain? lol. Like, sometimes I can't walk proper either or can't hold things very well etc. And yeah, it's a tricky one but I'm okay, it's not too often :) like, mostly it just happens during confrontation/when someone yells at me, and I was just thinking like... Kylo gets yelled at all the time lol. I'd been fired (into a Sun) long ago.

Ben Solo didn't turn into Kylo Ren, he was instead kidnapped by the First Order.

Luke didn't know his nephew survived the night of the massacre, he didn't really stay that long. He was too shocked and busy hiding Rey in Jakku.

For the longest of time, no one knew about him being in the First Order.

Ben's level of enthusiasm in participating with the first order can be on your prerogative. It can be Stockholm syndrome or resentment on how everybody forgot about him. But I can see him more of a passive helper. (digging through captive' minds in the background while Hux tortures them, finding answers etc)

Han Solo and Leia mourned their son, it had caused their relationship to fall apart. Can you imagine Han's shock when he sees him fleeing the Starkiller with Hux?

+ My soul for Kylux
+ Hux trying to shoot Han while he tries to talk to a panicking and freaking out Ben

a/n: FINISHED. Brace yourselves, this is a long one! Also, I have a feeling I just did A Thing...

She improved rapidly, taking to Juyo as if she’d been training her entire life. Drawing on her technical skills and what he taught her, she immediately began collecting pieces for her own lightsaber. Double-ended, like Maul’s.

He introduced her to Form VI, Niman. Early on he had observed that she needed a counterbalance to Juyo’s aggression that played to her strengths and made use of her experience with a staff. After all, a student must be allowed a victory or two, even one as small as mastering one of the Forms faster than the others.

They stayed away from the Outpost as much as possible. Sidious prioritized their purchases, trading portions and machinery for higher-quality food and water. Both of them quickly began to soak up the benefits, Sidious putting on more muscle than he’d had since he was 30 (the first time), Rey’s endurance and agility climbing fast.

He began to look to the future. He acquired a clunky holoprojector and began to re-familiarize himself with the galaxy. He took to journeying to the Gorgon alone and read hungrily from what he could recover from the ship’s logs. He managed to get the holo-map on what had been his private observation deck working, and for a time he just sat in his high backed chair, and let the blue-green images flicker over him. It felt like waking up.

Locating Coruscant on the map was…a shock. He should have known he was so far away from the Core – he’d never even heard of Jakku, before. The accurate date/time reading he managed to wring out of the databank was worse.

He had to get out.

Sidious wasn’t the only one with such thoughts. Rey spent her rare free moments either in the working flight simulator they’d found on the Ravager, or lying on her back on the top of the AT-AT, watching the stars and keeping mental tally of the ships that came and left. One night he joined her. Jakku’s sky was clearer than usual, it being that time of year when the wrecks still in orbit were closer to the other side of the planet. He lay next to her and felt her reach out tentatively with the Force. He pushed back gently, twining her senses with his. He closed his eyes, letting her warm presence caress his, cautious, tasting. He pulled back when her breathing sped up. Not yet.

He was going to enjoy this properly.

She huffed quietly, as close to exasperation as she would ever get around her Master.

“What do you want?” she asked softly. “Really? My Lord.” He was silent for a long time. Stars rose and fell as they watched.

“That,” he said. The night lay open above them.

Rey smiled.

***

Months passed. His lack of a lightsaber began to rankle. Rey’s training had hit a wall. No matter how creative they got with force pikes and slave rods, there really was no substitute.

Crystals weren’t the problem. His first major task as Darth Plagious’ Apprentice was to create his own. It was a test similar to a Jedi’s trip to Illum to hunt for a Kyber crystal. The Sith, of course, had their own way of doing things: it was an exercise in patience, control, and willpower. The needed components were relatively easy to find, but the actual process required the will to bend raw material, raw energy, to fit one’s will. Traditionally, it was the task of the Master to oversee the process, but not participate.

Sidious reasoned that a slight bending of such a small tradition would not be amiss when the survival of the Order was at stake. They made their crystals together. He could hardly have hidden his efforts from Rey in the first place, and it saved time. Soon six blood-red stones, flawlessly cut, waited on their workbench, their respective schematics and plans ready and waiting.

So close, yet so far away.

Here he was, a Master in his prime, with a stunning Apprentice…Neither of whom had a lightsaber.

It was just not done.

Luckily, said Apprentice was resourceful in many ways. Rey casually mentioned to some of the more discreet traders that she was in the market for…specialized equipment. She parceled out specifics stringently – while they were both certain that, aside from Sidious, everyone who had any idea how to build a lightsaber could be counted on one hand, they saw no need to advertise their plans. Most of what they needed was quite easy to find, if they were willing to sacrifice form for function.

They were – it went without saying.

Rey suggested the next step, on the way back from a lucrative salvage trip to the Gorgon.

A Corellian YT-1300 light freighter had been slowly falling apart in Unkar Plutt’s junkyard for several years. She had suggested that old Twi’lek smuggler (passing through, not a Niima regular, unlikely to ask questions) ask to buy it. She’d observed the ensuing argument. The Twi’lek had escaped angry, but alive.

“It’s nondescript. There are thousands of those things running contraband out here. And we can argue him down,” she said. “With a little help from the Force. It would attract too much attention if we stole it.” Sidious nodded.

“Good, my Apprentice. In this case discretion is the best course of action.” She smiled at that.

“…But not the preferred one?”

“You are projecting, Apprentice,” he said, looking at her knowingly. Her meditation was frequently fueled by the idea of Niima Outpost in flames, or of Plutt chained to the ground, eating his own hands. She blushed.

“None of that, Rey,” he said. She stumbled at the use of her name. “It seems that further work is required on your…shame.”

Sidious smiled and locked himself off from her emotions. He already knew what he would find.

They continued on in silence.

***

The parts arrived a month after Sidious purchased the freighter. They’d had to cannibalize the Gorgon extensively, to both pay Plutt and to make sure the freighter didn’t kill them an hour after they took off. Rey spent many an hour in the engine room, roundly cursing the previous owner, who apparently had wired the primary electrical bus backwards. They both kept oxygen masks on hand, after a broken valve and three crossed wires flooded the cockpit with dioxin.

Sidious taught Rey to curse in Sith after she showed him what was wrong with the hyperdrive.

***

By silent consensus, they kept the crystals separate from the now-completed sabers until the freighter was space-worthy. They worked as fast as they dared, spurred on by a sharp sense of urgency.

Something had indeed…shifted. The Dark Side was wild, thick with screams. Invisible threads pulled at Sidious’s mind whenever he meditated. Rey - she needs a name - was struggling as well. Again and again her mind was drawn back into her past, and she was five years old again, twisting in Plutt’s grip, reaching for…She wasn’t even sure who for. Not anymore.

Neither was Sidious. Once he’d gotten the Gorgon’s computer working he had made several inquiries. That she was not listed in the Galactic Census was not surprising. What was surprising was that her genetic material had no matches – not even lists of probable relations.

The Dark Side was similarly quiet.

More coincidences?

He’d have to see.

***

He summoned her to the Gorgon when it was time.

He was waiting for her in the observation deck, his back to her, silhouetted against the window. It was almost night.

Rey stepped softly forward and knelt at his feet. He felt her eyes on him - she could not quite conceal her reaction – a sharp intake of breath, a flare of heat in the Force.

Apparently the heavy black, hooded robe had been a good choice.

He raised her to her feet. The lightsaber casing, pieces, and crystals waited on a small table near the center of the room. Four crystals for him, two for her. They faced each other, bowed, and wrapped their pieces in the Force.

Every lightsaber is different. The Jedi said that ‘your weapon is your life’, and in a way the Sith agreed. This time around, Sidious’s lightsaber was, by necessity, longer and thicker than he would consider ideal. He’s needed to use off-spec, barely compatible parts in several instances. The result was that he’d had to backtrack the circuits and account for the balance in the casing and internal chassis. And use four crystals. Rey’s was, if anything, even more complex. The grip was longer than Maul’s lightstaff, to allow for more variation in hand placement. Her main focus had been the dual-switch; it needed to function both as a sword and a staff. The casing was a rough, durable afterthought of her design. Strange, old parts and scavenged wire, getting the job done.

They breathed in unison, reached into the Force, and completed the circuit. Three red blades roared to life.

At Rey’s whoop of exhilaration, Sidious crossed to her side of the table, blade humming. Rey saw the expression on his face and extinguished her blade. She knelt, her body humming with connection.

He reached out, pushed her hood back, ran his fingers through her soft hair. She gasped, arching into his touch as he traced the lines of her face, ghosting over her cheekbone, feather-light on her jaw, lingering, teasing on her bottom lip. He raised his blade and touched first her left shoulder, then her right, control tight. The smell of burning cloth filled the air.

Adrenaline kicked her heart into overdrive, her body flooded with heat, cheeks and lips flushed with blood. She made to stand, but stopped at his sharp gesture, and bowed her head, panting, eyes wide and dark.

“Master,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Please…”

The Force throbbed with approval. Sidious reached for her. The curtains in her mind parted, her shadowed, secret places open for him. Eager. He pressed inside, and she came with a rough cry, collapsing to the ground, her presence stunned, like open sky after a thunderstorm.

He stepped back, waited.

Slowly, she came back to herself. She gazed at him with wide, shocked eyes. He raised her to her feet, felt wet, fresh arousal pool between her legs. Oh, women… He thinned his own shields, let his own lust bleed and burn, let her snatch at it desperately.

He held her steady and cut her robe away. She was close again by the time he was finished, arching toward the burn of his saber, all but screaming in frustration in the Force. Their eyes locked as he parted her legs and slowly raised his saber, held it so close between her thighs. She did scream then, like a wounded animal, at the heat so close so close, terror he wouldn’t he wouldn’t and the proximity to him, his saber. Her Master. He extinguished the blade, spread her wide, and filled her with the Force in one sharp, thick thrust.

She blacked out.

He swept her up in his arms and settled them into the high-backed observation chair, the one with an unobstructed view of the night sky. He arranged them so that she was in his lap, her back against his chest, his still-covered erection pressed against her ass. He hooked her legs over his knees so that he had unobstructed access to her center.

The dim light was just so that he could make out a ghost of a reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window. His breath caught, despite himself, as he drank in the picture they made together. Him, all in black, eyes chips of harsh yellow, faintly glowing in the shadow of his hood. Her, all tanned, glistening curves and full breasts, nipples still flushed and hard even in her recovery, a body sculpted and strong thanks to him, cunt flushed with blood and slick, spread wide, still clenching, aching. For him.

“Mine,” he said, tasting the column of neck, taking in deep, indulgent breaths of her earthy scent.

She shivered, woke as he cupped a breast, moaned as a long, pale finger, circled a nipple and then twisted. His other hand, open and possessive traced slow, slow circles on her abdomen, holding her tightly to his chest.

She didn’t know what to do with her hands. He lifted one behind his head, wrapped it around his neck. She reached between her legs, into his robes. He bit back a groan as she grasped his hot, straining cock. Her hand shook as dark instinct prompted her to run her hand up and down his length, thumbing his dripping slit.

Master?

“Apprentice…” he breathed, his fingers digging into her flesh. Her power threaded with his, and he lifted her, the head circling her entrance, teasing.

Yours.

He slammed her down onto his cock, his groan lost in Rey’s ecstatic cries. She came again, the pain pushing her over the edge – he was the first as he should be. He gritted his teeth and held on as she throbbed around him, her blood adding to the slick, coating her thighs and thoroughly ruining his robe. He watched their reflection, the Dark Side howling as he jerked her hips down to meet his every thrust, his cock wet with blood.

Not enough. He stood, pulled her off, ignoring her cry of anguished loss - so empty - and pinned her to the ground, pulling off the rest of his robes. Her legs locked around his waist as he pushed into her. She clenching tightly, gripping his ass with the Force, urging him on. He held her wrists over her head, and stilled.

Sweat dripped down, mingling with hers, shining on her breasts and thighs, mingling with blood. He stared into her soul.

“Do you swear your allegiance, now and forever, to the Order of the Sith?”

Rey’s presence blazed with fear and pride. Her cunt throbbed, pulling him deeper just as she glowed against his mind.

“Yes, my Master.”

Sidious reached into the Force…Yes. That was good. He sank lower, grasped her hair, and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Her dark light seared as she came, pulling him with her.

“Lyre,” he said, much later as they lay on a mess of ruined clothes.

He felt a question.

“The Force will know you, now and forever, as Darth Lyre. The Sith will speak of you forever. My Apprentice.”

She curled into him, body and soul.

***

They left a week later, when the night lit up with First Order ships. They sensed another, a third presence, winging nearer, a disjointed snarl of confused, wasted power and directionless wrath.

Sidious and Lyre watched from the Hydra’s cockpit. Considered.

Perhaps later, thought Lyre. Sidious smiled.

Stars faded to starlines, and they vanished into the night.

****

1. That’s it! Or is it… Wow, I had way, way too much fun playing in this little ‘verse. Apparently Sidious is my muse.
2. Uhm…Ok, yeah, first time writing smut, yadda yadda…Of course it involves Palpatine…iregretnothing
3. Form VI, Niman: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Form_VI
4. I saw a reference on some blog post somewhere that Rey spent a lot of time in such a flight simulator, which is how she picked up piloting so fast :)
5. Yeah they totally just ran into the beginning of TFA.
6. Yep 'Lyre' is an anagram of 'Rey', with an L in front.
7. They totally just bought and renamed the Falcon See you in hell.

*clapclap* Ohh, goody goody!

The only pairing I don't like is romantic Reylo. But I do like me some hatesex Reylo, so you can throw that in there unless it'd squick you to write it. Otherwise, I would like to be surprised and see what you can come up with!

As a cat owner...

Millie is likely to want to join in, too. "Oh, humans. You are grooming each other. I will help, I am an expert in this field." *licklicklick*

IMAGINE HUX'S TRAUMA.

This is also my courtship process. Seconded.

All of the pluses.

Yesss, Leia get it!

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Hux Sr./Hux, Kylux, tw: noncon, incest, abuse

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