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penncilkid · 8 months

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Alright, I'll bite. (Sparked by this post) I'm gonna preface this with some context:

First off: I'm Black in case you're unaware

Huxley is my favorite speaker. Full stop. You ask me to choose, it’ll always be him.

Likewise, you ask for my favorite listeners, I will say Starlight and Darlin'. (I'll save my Starlight rant for another day)

My designs for both Huxley and Darlin are Black.

With this in mind, I want to be clear from the jump: I don’t have an inherent problem with these headcanons. If I did, I wouldn’t have chosen then myself. That said, I have noticed that Hux and Darlin are, more often than not, the characters that get headcanoned as POC (specifically Black) in design rosters. In some cases, they are the only POC designs present. Why is that?

Furthermore, the more often I notice this pattern so to speak, the more I sit and think about why those headcanons are so popular. I find my answer when I think about the characters I see headcanoned as white most often. Tell me why it’s "practically canon" for Lasko to be pale with light/white hair. Tell me why white Sam "just makes sense". Why? Because Lasko's a nerdy ball of nerves that stumbles over his words? Because Sam’s a sweet Southern man at heart? Those are not inherently white attributes.

Except they're treated as such. They go virtually unchallenged because they're so widely accepted by fandom. People see these personalities and character details and come up with their vision. So, let's apply that to Huxley and Darlin, shall we?

Huxley: Athlete. Canonically implied to be big, as indicated by statements made by him and other members of the DAMN crew. Classified as a himbo with parallels in Imperium highlighting how some will view him as stupid. Overall chill vibe.

Darlin: Reckless with their safety. Known to lash out/lose control of their emotions when they’re not actively hiding them. Gets injured often because they’re too stubborn to run from trouble. An overall intense demeanor that makes them difficult to approach (at least at first).

Explain to me why this screams Black to so many people. Is it because Huxley's a dumb jock who you imagine gets stoned all the time? Oh, is it perhaps because Darlin is just so aggressive compared to your Golden Retriever-coded Asher, needing to be calmed down by everyone around them? And here's the thing: I can already imagine people saying, "That's not why I made them Black". Then explain why it "just makes sense" for them to Black. Why them out of a sea of characters? Make it make sense.

Now let me make this clear as well: I'm not expecting every headcanon to have elaborate thought behind it. For one, I get that some people take a more casual approach with designs and such. Not every choice has to have a reason or justification behind it. But when literally 95% of the Huxley designs I see are Black and half of y'all don't even know what a fucking durag is? Saying it leaves a bad taste in my mouth is putting it lightly.

You know what I wish I saw more of? Black Huxleys and Darlins with attached nuance.

Give me a Black Darlin who struggles to articulate how they feel with the people in their lives because they haven't been readily given the language to do so. You want to pair a Black Darlin with a White Sam? Why not talk about how POC have an insanely difficult time getting support from the medical system so not only does it explain why Darlin is so resistant to go to healers, but also gives an extra weight to the fact that Sam was their absolute last resort when injured? Give me a Black Darlin who has been taught their entire life that no one will have their back, that they need to learn how to depend on themself alone, and that's the reason why they struggle to feel like the pack would've cared when the Quinn shit went on.

You wanna talk Black Huxleys? Let's touch on how he's learned to control his emotions/anger because he knows how people will take it if it comes from someone who looks like him. Talk about how his moms teaching him not to use violence speaks to a deeper desire for him not to be viewed as a threat because they fear for his life otherwise. In one of his BAs, he mentions how a lot of people used to sleep with him/flirt with him solely because of his body and he could tell. Do you know how often black men are sexualized and fetishized? Why not talk about it through him? I see people explore that concept through Gavin constantly, where's the energy for Huxley? You wanna make him Black so bad, why not actually put some thought behind it? Because right now, it seems like he gets the "luxury" of being the token Black guy in the DAMN friend group at best.

I know a lot of people are probably going to dismiss this post. I am already anticipating that as I write this. But I'm so tired of pretending like this shit doesn't get to me. Because it does. I've got no intentions of leaving this fandom because I have met so many amazing people and adore Erik's content immensely. But what I am going to do is talk about the widespread normalization of attributing certain personality traits to certain racial groups. Because the non-white people in this fandom deserve better than that.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #This doesn't stop with Hux and Darlin btw /neg #'Cause I could talk about the way y'all handle Gavin Damien and David too #And do not get me started on the vampires #I know to a lot of people this isn't that deep #But as someone who has watched POC creators and designs be overlooked time and time again?#I can't force anyone to do anything #But I can call it like I see it

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generalkenobee · 1 year

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Needy whore

Warnings: name calling, degradation, mentions of female masterbation, pnv, reader is on birth control FEM!reader, dom!Kylo, reader worshiping kylo, choking but little to no force, rough sex turns into soft sex, reader is the only person allowed to call Kylo Ben

This was your punishment. You were trying to get a rise out of Kylo so he'd fuck you harder but things didn't go as expected. "Well if you're going to act like this then I won't give you any sexual attention"

The past two weeks had been so long and agonizing. All you could think about was Kylos heavy cock and how it would feel to pump. You've thought about masterbation but it wouldn't even work, your body has become so used to him you can't do it by yourself. Your fingers are too small, your hands too soft, and you don't have the same stamina he does.

You wanted to be filled up to the brim with his seed while he continued to push in deeper, you needed him to pull your hair, fuck you against a wall with someone in the next room, his large rough hand would travel down your belly until it was rig-

"excuse me? Are you even listening or are we wasting our time miss (L/N)?" General Hux's voice rang through the empty hallway. You weren't even sure what he was talking to you about, something along the lines of needing help with a new droid?

"yes sir- I mean general" you responded quickly straightening you back and looking him in the eyes. "Very well, you may go-"

"thank you si- general!" You cut him off running to the supreme leaders quarters to try to beg for forgiveness

•••

"please!" You whined with Kylo standing in front of you while you spread your legs around him so you could rub your cunt on hit boots. "No" his response was short and cold.

"I'll do anything.. Please Kylo! Please let me cum!" There were hot tears running down your face at this point. "I- I need you!"

"is that it? Too pathetic to make yourself cum?" His voice was deep and would've been scary if you hadn't been dating for over 3 years. "Do you need my help?" He questioned grabbing your jaw in his left hand while cupping your vulva in his right.

Your hips rutted up into him while your eyes rolled back, moaning in ecstasy. It was such little pleasure but it meant the world considering it had been so long.

Kylo pulled your face forward forcefully pressing his full lips to yours. Oh God his lips... They were so plush and soft, the feeling of them on your pulsing clit was unmatched. You moaned into the kiss trying to pull him over to the bed. both your hands were on his biceps pulling him further toward you till he was practically laying atop you crushing you under his weight.

"mmm.." your arms wrapped around his neck scratching his scalp while Kylo gently ran his middle finger down your stomach to the very start of your slit. "Please"

"needy whore" a chill ran down your back when his finger slowly dragged down you "you're my white though, you'd never act this way towards anyone but your supreme leader, isn't that right?" You loved when he talked like this, and you were so lost in his words you didn't respond. "I asked you a question." Kylos voice rang in your ears while his hand wrapped around your throat as a warning. "Yes Kylo, no one knows me like you do"

"no one gets to see this side of you but me" your head lifted off the mattress to kiss him again while his finger started slowly rubbing circles on your clit "thank you, thank you so much" you feel short of breath as your head lulls back onto his pillows, eyes closed. You still felt his fingers but he wasn't rubbing you anymore, instead he was getting his clothes off.

About 15 minutes had passed of him teasing you with the force "augh! I'm c-close- mmhmmm, please" but it stopped "nice and wet hm?" You nodded your head reaching over for his hard cock pumping him softly "I'm soaked"

Kylo put his hands on your hips lifting you up to straddle him while his head rested on his headboard "slide it in whore, wanna see how bad you want it" at that sentence you yanked him up to your entrance moaning while you slid down with ease "maybe I've been too cruel?" Kylo said with a questioning tone "ma-maybe you have.. neglecting me, and my needs" your throat felt tight and you couldn't continue your sentence "careful baby..." He said looking at you through thick lashes. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock inside you at last and the feeling of his hand around your neck.

Eventually it became softer sex, less choking and more kissing, less degradation and more praise

"B-Ben..can you" you stopped in fear of looking stupid. Although your boyfriends hand slightly tilted and you felt the similar feeling of his middle finger on your clit once more. "Ben!" Your hands flew up to his shoulders squeezing as you clenched. "I-I"

"I know baby, go on"

#star wars smut #star wars #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #x reader #kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo x you #kylo fanfic #kylo ren

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juniperwoodwell · 1 year

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Favorite Distraction

•Kylo Ren x F!Reader

•Word count: 506

•Warning(s):None, lmk if there should be any.

•A/n:Just a little idea I had, lmk if you'd like some more.

•Photo's not mine, found on Pinterest and I love it so much.

"Do you think it wise to provoke me?" A deep voice echoed in her mind, "Well, That depends, Sir." She replied in her mind knowing he could hear her. It was silent for a few moments before the voice returned, a hint of amusement lingering when he spoke,

"On?"

"What you would do to me if I did provoke you, Sir."

They both enjoyed this little game they played; Y/n was seated at the back of the conference room while Supreme Leader Kylo Ren sat at the head of the large table, 'Listening' to some new proposition General Hux had for him and the other officers. It was no secret that the supreme leader favored the small woman; she was intelligent and extremely witty. He believed she was a very valuable person to have around, even if some of her remarks got on his nerves every so often.

"Would you like to find ou-" He was interrupted by General Hux, asking him for approval for his new plan; Kylo had only heard about half of Hux's spiel. He had to admit that no matter how boring it was to have to listen to Hux, he probably shouldn't have gotten distracted.

"Yes, Go ahead. That's all for today. You're all dismissed." His voice resonated through the room, distorted by the helmet he insisted on wearing; Y/n thought it looked stupid, but that was something she tried to keep to herself.

Everyone began to file out; since Y/n was the lowest-ranking officer in the room, she was the last one to get out of her seat; as she stood, she looked over at Kylo, who was still seated at the table. "Is everything alright, Sir?" She knew she was out of line by asking, but there was a feeling that wouldn't let her leave unless she asked. He nodded his head and raised his hand, signaling her to walk over to him, to which she obediently complied. "Sir?" She asked softly; Kylo turned his head to look at her, well at least that was what Y/n thought since she couldn't tell where he was looking. "Mmm?" He muttered, "Is there something you wanted?" the woman asked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her arms resting behind her back in a lax military stance.

"You never answered my question."

"You never finished it," She shot back

"You're smart enough to know the rest."

"Mmm, You're right. sir."

"What's your answer, then?" The man stood from his seat, towering over the small woman.

Y/n tried her best to suppress the smirk on her lips; she looked up at him and tilted her head almost as if thinking about her answer.

"I'm not sure, Sir. Could you repeat the question?" A low distorted chuckle came from the dark looming man before her.

"Would you like to find out?" The tone of his voice was darker and much lower than it had been in her head; a chill ran down her spine as she nodded,

"Use your words."

"Yes, Sir. I would indeed."

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x f! reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren #kylo x reader #kylo x y/n #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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dominimoonbeam · 29 days

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Practice Makes Perfect - 7

the college au. from the start on ao3.

haha this fic started off as pure smut but has turned into complicated as hell relationships and emotions...

David/Asher, Milo/Sweetheart, Gavin/Huxley

Practice Makes Perfect - 7

Somewhere between the locker room confession and getting out of the showers, most of the team had decided they all needed breakfast.

Asher tried not to sneak glances at David… or outright stare at him. He’d said he liked him. In front of everyone. And as much as Asher’s mind tried to convince him he meant it as friends or was trying to patch up the awkward situation between them… he knew that wasn’t what David had meant.

Asher was pulling his hoodie from his locker, the team already talking food and carpooling to the diner. David came up beside him, their lockers side by side like always. He palmed the back of Asher’s head, ruffling his wet hair before sliding his hand down to give the back of his neck a subtle squeeze that sent chills through Asher’s whole body. “Ride with me?” he asked.

Asher almost bit his damn lip, nodding. He liked the public affection, subtle but somehow screaming loud. They’d always been touchy, but this was different.

They needed to talk but right now, this was nice. This was fucking perfect. Maybe Asher didn’t want to talk. Maybe talking would ruin it. Asher tended to ruin shit by talking…

They all made their way out of the locker rooms, into the morning air, spilling toward the parking lot.

He stopped, forgetting all his own shit when he spotted Huxley and, of all people, Gavin talking just up the path. Hux had taken off quickly. He did that sometime and Asher still hadn’t figured out if he should stop him or not. Maybe he needed to get away from the crowd? Maybe he didn’t want to hang out? As much as Asher would respect that, he just wasn’t sure that was it.

There was something awkward about Gavin and Huxley’s conversation. Hux was twisting the strap of his back and edging a step back, to the side, like he didn’t know how to get around the man in front of him… who was half his fucking size.

“Huxley!” Asher shouted, smiling and peeling away from the group. “There you are! Fuck, you left in a hurry.” He stopped like he was surprised to see Gavin. “Hey, Gav. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up this early…”

Whatever strange nervous look had been on Gavin’s face was gone, replaced by the smooth flirt Asher had known for years. “Oh, I think you have…”

Asher grinned and leaned up to throw an arm over Huxley’s shoulders. “We’re going to get breakfast. You coming with, Hux? I’m trying to get a pancake eating contest going.” He nudged his chin at Gavin. “You want to come too, Gav?” He was already turning Huxley toward the parking lot and the team.

He was more than a little surprised by how Gavin hesitated. He even asked Huxley if it was okay. What the fuck was going on between them? And when did that even happen?

Milo spotted Gavin and the team was soon cat calling and begging the notorious art major to join them, some offering to win the pancake eating contest in his honor and others trying to talk him into joining. Gav flourished under the attention, even pretending he couldn’t figure out Milo’s helmet, getting him to put it on for him.

Asher still had an arm over Huxley’s shoulders, but didn’t catch any signs of jealousy. In fact, it was Gav sneaking peeks at Hux, not the other way around. What the hell was between them? “If you really don’t want to hang out, we can drop you at the dorm, but you should come! This place has the best pancakes.”

Huxley nodded. “Sure. Yeah, I mean if you guys don’t mind,” he said.

Asher grinned, steering him straight for David’s truck.

Darlin was pitching a mock fit about Gavin stealing their ride on Milo’s bike and asking why he never buckled their helmet on for them.

“If you don’t move your ass, you’ll be walking!” David warned, hitting the button to unlock the truck just before he reached the driver’s door.

Darlin whined but sulked to the back seat.

They all climbed in, Hux in the back and Asher sitting shotgun.

David waited pointedly until the last of them, Darlin, buckled up, and then pulled out of the lot.

Milo zipped around the truck, earning a hard scowl from David for dangerous behavior that Asher just knew would come up later and already laughed about.

“So,” Darlin spoke first. “What’s up with you and Gav?”

Asher twisted around to look at them, torn between scolding Darlin and really just fucking wanted to hear the answer.

Huxley shrugged. “Nothing. Why?”

Darlin laughed. “Nothing? Are you serious? Because it looked a lot like he’d been waiting for you to get out of practice to talk to you.”

Huxley’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? No, he wasn’t.”

David tipped his head, focus still on the road, but Asher saw it. David definitely thought Gavin had been waiting too.

“When did you two meet?” Asher asked, making it sound casual rather than the fucking interrogation Darlin was launching. They had the subtleness of an avalanche. “Do you have a class together?”

Huxley shook his head. “We talked at that party last night.” Another shrug.

Darlin waited for more.

David repositioned his hand on the steering wheel. He knew something…

“Well, you must have made an impression,” Asher said.

“He wasn’t waiting for me,” Huxley said again.

“You just talked?” Darlin asked, still hung up on that detail.

Asher laughed.

David nudged his shoulder. “Sit forward,” he complained in a low mumble.

Asher was still laughing when he dropped back onto his ass in his seat, facing forward again. David had a thing about car safety and though Asher was inclined to laugh in the face of safety rules most of the time, this was not one of those times.

“Are you not into…art students?” Darlin continued to puzzle out the situation, grinning around their words.

Huxley blushed, Asher saw it in the rearview mirror. “It’s not that. It’s not… anything. I just… He wasn’t waiting for me,” he said, always in that chill, deep voice, making Asher think he might actually believe it.

Darlin sputtered, ready to argue.

“I’m starving!” Asher whined.

David scoffed. “That’s not new.”

“Your hook up last night didn’t give you breakfast?” Darlin asked, attention shifted, they grinned at him in the mirror.

Asher smirked back through the glass.

“So, who was it?” Darlin leaned forward, against the back of David’s seat to look at Asher, waiting for the story, daring him to tell it. Darlin had a real shit starter streak.

Asher shrugged, ready to take that attention to give Hux a little respite.

“Oh, come on! You can’t all be this tight-lipped.” Darlin froze, a little smirk pulling at the corner of their mouth as they tried to come up with a joke. It was there in “tight-lipped” waiting to be found.

They pulled into the diner parking lot and before the truck was off, Darlin’s door was open. The team was gathering on the sidewalk, Miguel trying to negotiate waffles instead of pancakes for the challenge.

Darlin practically dragged Huxley out of the truck with them.

Asher waited, expecting David to be grumpy now or ask him about the guy last night. Nothing had happened, but it wasn’t like he knew that.

David turned off the truck and looked at him, eyebrow raised in a silent question of why they were still in the car.

“You’re not going to ask?”

David unbuckled. “Ask what?”

Asher smiled, the moment alone growing until he realized it was the first time they’d been alone since last night…since everything went to shit. “So, we’re… okay?”

David looked at him, surprise flaring behind his eyes. “Ash…” He reached out and touched the side of his neck, thumb stroking under his jaw. “I meant what I said. I like you. You’re my best friend and…more.”

Asher bit the inside of his lip to try to stop the creeping smile and the urge to ask dumb questions. Questions like, “are we dating?” which might land him right back where they were last night—in a state of awkward nothing.

David frowned at him. “You’re quiet.”

Asher blinked, realizing David still had his hand on the side of his neck, even with the team right there on the sidewalk roughhousing and laughing with each other. He was suddenly afraid to say anything because it was definitely going to be the wrong thing.

David’s frown smoothed out, serious but no longer scowling. He dropped his hand, like he just realized it was there. “If you’re uncomfortable with PDA—” he started.

Asher laughed, surprising them both. “Sorry. No. What?”

David went back to frowning but it looked like his usual grumpy face, not the real one. “You’re acting weird, Ash. If this was too much or—”

“It’s not too much!” he burst and then felt the heat rush to his face. Fuck. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s perfect. It’s great. It’s… I don’t know. I don’t want to say the wrong thing again or assume too much.”

David stared at him, shaking his head a little. “You never said the wrong thing. I was just surprised. I hadn’t really… thought about changing things between us. Which is stupid because we’ve been messing around and that’s sort of changed things already, only… it didn’t really. It’s always been you and me.”

Asher nodded, his heart pounding in his ears.

David raised an eyebrow. “You’re… Ash, you’re still not talking.”

“Are we dating?” Fuck! The words jumped out of his mouth.

David grinned like he’d won something and nodded. “Obviously.”

Obviously? Asher leaned across and kissed him like he’d wanted to since last night, definitely since he’d been thinking of kissing him since he touched his wrist and said he liked him in the locker room. David groaned when Asher tongued him before breaking the kiss and sitting back—keeping it short and sweet because they were, in fact, still sort of visible to anyone trying to peek.

“So… If I pretend I have to go to the bathroom, will you follow me—”

“No! Gross. A public bathroom? Fuck off.”

Asher laughed and opened his door, hopping out of the truck. “I can pretend to drop a fork under the table and—”

“Shut the fuck up!” David grumbled.

Milo and Gavin had been the first to reach the diner, because this wasn’t the first time he had Gavin on his bike and he knew the other guy wasn’t afraid of speed.

Gavin hugged him from behind. Milo remembered the first time he’d given him a ride more than a year ago. Gavin had grinned like a wolf at the bike and Milo offered him the helmet and a ride. He perched on the back with his hands behind his hips and his teeth nipping his lip, unsure but excited. Milo had gotten on and started the engine.

“Don’t fall off,” Milo had told him then.

“I’ve never fallen off,” Gavin replied instantly with that sharp note of innuendo. They’d met at parties but that had been the first time it was ever just the two of them. Gavin’s chest touched his back and then pulled away, trying to figure out how to keep his seat on the bike without wrapping around him maybe? “Um…”

Milo had never heard Gavin hesitate. He waited, ready to turn the bike off if he’d changed his mind.

“How handsy am I allowed to get with you here?” Gavin asked, playing it off with charm but a note of real uncertainty there.

Later, thinking back, Milo knew that was the moment they became friends. He looked back at him and smiled. “As long as we don’t crash and you stay in your seat…”

Gavin beamed, slid that inch forward to press against his back and curled arms around his middle.

Milo parked right in front of the diner. Gavin unraveled arms from his chest, dropping one to give Milo’s thigh a flirty squeeze before sliding off the bike. “I really love that thing,” Gavin admitted, looking at the bike while unclipping his helmet.

Milo killed the engine and got off, taking the helmet from him. “Should I be jealous?”

Gavin sputtered. “Definitely.”

Milo held the door for him, the diner mostly empty as a trail of vehicles rolled into the parking lot behind them. He smiled at the waitress and told her how many they were going to be and that they could take a few tables and booths together since there wasn’t going to be a table that big.

Gavin followed him to the table rather than ducking back out to the sidewalk and the gathering team. He and Gav got along great, but it wasn’t like him to pass up a chance at playing around with that many rowdy jocks.

“So, what were you doing up this early?” Milo asked, sitting next to him on the same side of the booth.

“Hm? Who says I went to sleep?” Gavin countered, sliding in across from him. He looked out the windows, smiling at Darlin’s antics before his expression wavered, serious and uncertain, eyes following Huxley.

Milo blinked. Had he been waiting to talk to Hux? Huxley was nice. Like, really damn nice. He couldn’t imagine there being bad blood between the two. What could Hux possibly have done to upset Gavin?

The doors chimed when the group started pouring in, the tables and booths around them filling up. David slid into the booth across from them, settling into the corner with Ash right next to him. Menus were being passed around, laughter filling the room. David stretch an arm along the back of the seat, behind Asher. It wasn’t really anything he hadn’t done before, but Milo bit back a smile. Those two idiots had been stumbling around each other for years. He was happy to see them finally sorting it out.

Huxley seemed to be one of the last ones standing, looking for a seat.

Milo would normally point out the ones at their table and encourage him to take them, but suddenly he wasn’t sure. What if something had happened between him and Gavin?

“Huxley,” David said, holding out a menu.

Asher scooted in, giving him plenty of room on his other side.

Gavin sat up a little straighter, suddenly interested in his own menu.

Milo had seen Gavin mad at plenty of people and this definitely wasn’t that. He looked across the table to catch Asher’s gaze, something exciting glinting there like he too had noticed something. Milo shrugged.

Darlin practically threw themself into their booth, pushing Gavin into his side. “I’m starving!”

“I fed you before practice,” David reminded, monotone and disinterested.

Milo’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, checking the message.

-It’s not a date. You better show up with ideas for the final or I’m dropping you.

He smiled out of control. They’d texted him first.

-I’ll bring a notebook and an extra pencil.

Dots.

His heart pounded. Had they been up for a while thinking about this or was it their first thought? It was definitely a date.

-I’m not joking.

He texted back. No hesitation.

-Me neither. I’m never going to give you a reason to drop me.

Gavin whistled, low and right next to him.

Milo’s head snapped to the side to see the other man looking at his phone. He didn’t say anything—didn’t point out what he was texting about or to who in front of everyone, he just smiled and nodded and then perked up to order when the waitress came over.

Gavin wasn’t sure what he was doing.

He was at a table of jocks, crashing a team outing, and none of that was really out of place. But he wasn’t flirting, not really—not like he might usually. This was… different. Why? Just because Huxley had rejected him? Or because he didn’t understand why?

It didn’t really feel like he’d been rejected so much as it felt like Huxley just didn’t believe him?

Gavin had never been unsure about how anyone felt about him before. He was pretty direct and people tended to either hate him or want to sleep with him. Huxley didn’t hate him… But he wasn’t looking at him or bumping his knee under the table or anything.

“Gavin,” David said after they handed away their menus. “What are you doing for your final? You do an exhibit, right?”

Gavin looked at him, feeling casual attention turn his way as people waited for a reply. He was used to attention and almost grinned and said something about how he regularly does exhibitions and inviting David to come... But those dark eyes were staring back at him, waiting, and seeming to try to convey something in that signature silence and patience.

“Um… Yeah. I’m kind of on the fence between using stuff I’ve got or doing a new series. I’ve got time but…” He shrugged, surprised how self-conscious he felt. Why would anyone care about this but him?

“But what?” Huxley asked, hanging in the answer.

Gavin found him looking back at him, those eyes so open. “I guess it’s an issue of inspiration? And, you know, I know the professors have liked some of the pieces from my last series, I should probably just go with those.”

Huxley nodded. “Yeah. I mean, you could have that to use if you want to, but still try something new in the meantime? Or… is that not how it works? What kind of art do you do?”

The waitress brought coffees and teas. Gavin found himself talking about art and blushing a little when Asher and Milo pulled out their phones to show Huxley pictures they had from his last exhibit. He hadn’t realized they’d taken pictures, let alone remembered them. And Huxley seemed honestly interested, saying he didn’t know anything about art but really liking the pieces with hints of nature in them. Gavin suddenly wanted to paint more flowers…

#redactedverse #fanfic #college au #no magic #so much emotional mess #we're trying to do relationships over here #dominimoonbeam #<3 #david/asher #dash #milo/sweetheart #gavin/huxley

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kyluxtrashpit · 22 days

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Hiya! I hope you're doing well. I made the Hottest Star Wars Man Poll, so when your posts about it were brought to my attention, I felt I should probably reach out.

The polls are just for fun. I make them with no agenda, and I run them with no agenda. I've received messages talking about bots before, but I never wanted to get into the weeds about it.

However, as the discussion about bots is bigger than I realized, I guess now is as good a time as any to speak about it:

My opinion is that the spikes in Hux votes are a mere side-effect of the poll being passed around the internet and bringing in new voters in droves. As your Anon mentioned, @tomatette's edits might's also pulled in waves of people who voted for Hux out of fidelity to her.

I'm fine with the campaigning. As long as the vote is ultimately achieved by a human clicking on the vote themselves, it's alright by me. Hell, I always reblog 'propaganda' I particularly like, and I even requested some Anakin propaganda when he was in his elimination round. It's all fun and games to me.

However.

If anyone is using bots, I'm asking nicely for them to please stop. I'm going to pull the 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed' card on anyone botting. The polls are all strictly unserious things, so I hope that nobody is taking them too seriously.

Hi there! Sorry the nonsense has reached you, honestly lmao. I just wanted to make a post cause I was upset about the possibility (and, as I've said, I don't have rock solid proof, just suspicions based on observations by myself and others, so like. If people don't agree with me, that's fine, it's all good - I just wanted to speak out in case it was happening like, as a kyluxer, I don't want people to think that if someone is botting, that's something we as a fandom are chill with). I honestly didn't expect it to get quite this much attention either but here we are. I also want to make it clear to both you and my followers that I don't put any blame of anything on you - you're just making fun polls and that's it, you're not responsible for what people do or what drama may arise

I do agree it's possible someone just got a bunch of people to vote within a small window of time, like anything is possible, always is. I just feel like some of the increases I saw, observations from others, and things I've heard are enough to warrant suspicion. If people do or do not agree that there's a reason to think it happened, that's their choice and I'm not going to insist that my word is law and they have to believe me. I don't have receipts, I was just expressing myself and I do appreciate amicable discussion even if my mind has not been changed as of yet

But yeah I agree, propaganda and making funny edits and posts - that's not at all what I was referring to in terms of 'cheating', but somewhere it seems that got mentioned in the discussion? (3 separate people have brought this up to me lmao, like thinking I'm accusing them but I am NOT and no one better be out there accusing them either without actual evidence beyond 'oh you posted about it' cause that's a shitty thing to do) and I also want to make it clear I am not against propaganda fun. That's all just part of it. If people are mad about that, that's their problem and they should use blacklist more liberally. And if people are saying I'm saying that, then those people are either lying or are at 'how dare you say we should piss on the poor' levels of reading comprehension lmao

But yeah, I'll post this publicly, but let me know if you want it taken down and I'll delete it - I appreciate you reaching out and I'm sorry you had to deal with this, that was definitely not my intent when I made the post. I just wanted the botting, if it is indeed happening (and if it's not, all the better, I am just not yet convinced it didn't happen), to stop

And lastly, because of some of the DMs I've received: if you, the person reading this (not you the asker), are sending hate or harassment to people based on my post, FUCKING STOP IT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, you're no better than the bad actors I was initially referring to

#I'm also gonna start tagging these with #poll drama #cause I didn't think it would escalate to quite this level #but anyway yeah here is the words from the poll runner themselves #and do not fucking be mean to people on my goddamn behalf ffs #never EVER do that #ask tag #jessequinnfirstofhername #text #long post #misc

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 4 months

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what if tros was written by rian johnson

I ask myself this question at least twice a day, nonnie.

We could have had it all. Rey would still be Rey from nowhere, proving you don't have to have some super fancy family lineage to be special, to be worthy. Finn would have revealed the fact that he was force sensitive as well, and we would have gotten to really explore that and how that's juxtaposed against his forced conscription as he starts training with Rey and Leia. Poe would not have been a drug smuggler (fuck you jj, that shit is racist as hell and you know it), but the son of famed resistance fighters who were genuinely trying to make the world a better place. Rose would have actually had a fucking role and done her best to avenge the loss of her sister while still fighting for those she loves and upholding her belief in a galaxy that is better than her homeworld. Ben would have lived and, in turn, actually had to atone for his wrongs against the resistance and the galaxy at large while also exploring what it actually means to be half of a dyad - literally the other half of someone's soul. We could have had an exploration of what the Jedi order (potentially a gray Jedi order) would have looked like in the hands of Rey, Ben, and Finn. I think that Hux would have been the Big Villain™️ and it would have been an insane fight against the closest thing to space nazi's we've got. Because let me tell you, that speech Domhnall gave in TFA? Bone chilling. That is the villain we deserved in TROS.

But all in all, it would have been a story about hope, love, and redemption. All the things that star wars stands for that jj abrams hates apparently.

So yeah, I have a lot of thoughts about this lol

#the rise of skywalker #the force awakens

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sariastrategos · 1 year

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Hux, on a rare away mission, is captured by some Resistance outpost. Ofcourse they know who he is and they also know he has all the information they'd need to take down the Order, they just need to get it out of him.

They get clearance to use torture and put him through stress positions, take away blankets and comforts, smack him around a little, sleep deprivation, that sort of thing. Too bad Hux is immune to most torture (Hello father) and he hasn't gotten a decent night's sleep in years so he's just chilling in his cell in his underwear on a cot with no mattress, lights on full and not responding to anything. If anything he looks amused. He's actually eaten more since his incarceration than he has in *months*.

So all in all he's not doing too badly.

One of the ways they deprive him of sleep is playing music loudly in his cell. Pop music from from different eras and decades mostly since they think it'll annoy him the most. But he's just sitting there in his cell, ignoring them.

Suddenly alarms start going off, cutting off the music, flaring red lights, the works. Sensors are showing an incoming ship, blasters are going off and someone comes running up yelling "It's Ren! Kylo Ren is here!"

And then from behind them, leaning eerily close against the cell wall and grinning wickedly is Hux, singing "My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble~!"

#“You’re gonna be sorry you were ever born #“’cause he’s kinda big and he’s awful strong #star wars #general hux #armitage hux #kylux #kylo ren

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srorgana1 · 9 months

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Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Thirty One

“Hux!” Kylo growls into the phone. He paces trying to keep his anger to a reasonable level. “Ky, chill man” Cardo says, mouth full of cheap Raman noodles. Crinkling his nose he walks away, running a hand through his hair. He takes a deep breath.

He’s still upset about leaving you even though this has been planned for months. He was so excited prior but now he feels conflicted. He growls, frustrated with himself. How the fuck is he going to go from sleeping with you every night in a king-sized bed to a fucking full-sized cot.

He hears rustling on the other end of the call. “Hux” he says louder. “I hear you Ren. I know it’s not ideal but you all can manage for the first week. The rental company said they will deliver the tour bus we originally ordered when you reach Salt Lake” Hux said flatly.

“How the fuck do they fuck this shit up?” he says pacing again. “I don’t know but it’s being handled. Now stop being a baby, you will be fine” Hux says. Sure Hux, he thinks, I want to see you squeeze your beanpole self into a matchbox and let’s see how you feel. “Nice thing about this one though is the wrap-around bench in the front” Hux says absentmindedly. Kylo huffs unimpressed.

“Ren, I got to go” Hux says, over more rustling “I will see you when you guys get to Redding.” “Fine” he huffs, hanging up. This was not how the tour was supposed to start. Groaning, he sits down on the wrap around bench Hux was just raving about. “Kylo, you really need to chill bro” Cardo says, standing up with his empty soup cup. He knows Cardo is right. Worse shit has happened on tour, but he is still reeling from the idea of being away from you for so long.

He sighs looking at his phone. Your picture looks back at him, temporarily calming his conflicted mind. You two had made a plan to alleviate the pain of being separated for so long. He had even added you to his phone plan so you would have unlimited data, so he didn’t have to worry about getting a hold of you. You had smiled wickedly at him when he brought up the idea of nightly video chats and video exchanges. His fingers itch to pull up the photos and video you had already sent him.

“Alright the party is here fuckers!” he hears Kurak yell as he entered the tour bus. He looks up as he sees Vic shaking his head as he follows Kurak in. This bus is way too fucking small for seven dudes, Kylo thinks as he watches his bandmates file past them. He smirks as he hears Vic curse loudly. “Are you fucking kidding me!” he yells from the back.

“I already talked to Hux, Vic” Kylo calls back, feeling validated. “We will be getting the regular bus in Salt Lake.” “SALT LAKE!?” Vic yells, coming back into the lounge. He chuckles, happy knowing at least one person understands his issue.

“Vic chill, it’s fine” Cardo says, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure it is for you shortie” Vic growls, rubbing his hand through his recently cut hair. “Stop being a bitch Vic” Kurak yells from the back. “Oh, don’t fucking start” Vic yells back “I brought extra earplugs, so I don’t hear you snore!”

Kylo takes a deep breath, shaking his head. Same old, same old. It’s always a transition when they all are in one space for long periods of time. Tempers will flair but they will get into a routine. It will be better once they get their bus back, which has two separate much bigger sleeping spaces. Yes, the main lounge space is smaller but it’s enough space for them to be comfortable.

He looks over at Trudgen, who was picking on a random acoustic guitar. He looked so unbothered at the drama around him. “Do we know when we are heading out, I’m starving” Kurak says, dumping himself next to Kylo. “I don’t know, Hux said soon” Kylo says, dropping his head back on the bench. “Is Poe driving again?” Cardo says, walking back over with a bag of chips. “I think so” he says, shrugging. “Fuck, I got to hide my shit then.”

He rolls his eyes as the tour bus doors slam open again. “Hey fuckers long time no see” an annoyingly familiar voice yells. “Poe you fucker” Kurak yells, walking up to hug his friend.

He hasn’t changed much since the last time he saw him. Same devilish eyes and roguish smile. While being their driver, he also was the quintessential “tour daddy” as he called himself, making sure they didn’t have to worry about anything between shows.

Kylo sits back, knowing that Poe and Kurak will be chaotic as ever. They were the pranksters of the group, often starting whatever madness on the bus. “You know what sounds good? In n’ Out!” Cardo says, his mouth full of chips. Kylo shakes his head. It still amazes him how even with their bus stocked to rafters with food specifically for them, his bandmates would prefer greasy fast food.

“Ok assholes, you ready?” Poe says, walking into the lounge. “Fuck yes we are” Cardo and Kurak yell back. Kylo watches silently as Poe settles himself in his captain’s chair. He starts up the engine allowing the low rumble to permeate the space. He smiles wickedly as he turns up the radio. The tell tale chords start. “Fuck yeah!” Vic yells, his head immediately moving to the beat.

It was tradition to listen to Another One Bites The Dust when starting a tour. Kylo smiles, remembering them driving down the California highway in a beat up mini-van with no AC, screaming the lyrics over the crappy sound system into the hot summer air.

How far they have come. But the song and it's significance stay the same. So much has changed but for the better. He is free to write and produce the music he wants to and he has you and his mates. That’s more than enough for him to keep him happy for the rest of his days.

His phone buzzes in his hand. He looks down to see Sykes is calling him. He smiles at the ridiculous contact photo. It was when they both dared each other to get a ridiculous tattoo after a crazy after party. They had both done it, and now the photographic evidence of Sykes’ poor decision making is blinking on his phone.

He swipes to answer the call. “What’s up man” he says shifting down into the cushions. “Kylo! I was just checking to see if you had left yet. Monty said you guys were having bus issues” his friend says through the phone.

“We got it sorted even though we are like fucking sardines in here” he grumbled, watching Kurak have to squeeze past Vic and Trudgen on the way back to the bathroom. “Wait you don’t have ol’ Rocky?” he asks as a loud crash happens behind him. “No there was a mix up, they are delivering her to us in Salt Lake” he says, rubbing his jaw. “Damn that sucks bro, don’t kill anyone please” he says laughing.

He appreciates his friendship with Sykes. He’s probably his longest running musician friend outside of the band. They both knew each other's demons and had helped each other through multiple low points. When he had texted him about potentially touring with them, Kylo jumped at the chance. While it helps their bands professionally, he genuinely missed his friend.

“How’s your girl, Ky?” he says, bringing Kylo to the present. “She’s good, I miss her already” he sighs. “I know the feeling, but remember she’s just a call or text away if things get too much” Sykes says. He smiles, thankful that his friend gets it.

Sykes has been married for a couple years now and told Kylo on multiple occasions how hard it is to leave her for tour. “Thanks man, I appreciate it,” Kylo says. “Maybe I can meet her when we get back to LA. Alissa is flying in for that show” he responds.

“I’ll definitely try to make that work” Kylo says, smiling even wider. “Well, I’ll text you when we get closer to Redding” he says. “Sounds good” Sykes says, ending the call. “Was that Sykes?” Vic asked, handing him a water bottle. “Yeah, he was just checking in” he responds, twisting the cap off. Vic nods.

A large crash comes from back where the bunks are. “Fuck!” Kurak yells. He looks over at Vic, rolling his eyes. This is going to be a long week, he thinks, taking a sip. “Kylo get your sasquatch ass back here!” he hears Kurak yell. Sighing, he stands and heads back.

The back bunk area is a mess. Bags and suitcases everywhere along with various other things. Kylo had thankfully been on the bus first and able to pick out the bunk that he would be able to squeeze into the best he could. He had also put his bags away prior, only leaving out his travel bag, pillows and one of your blankets.

He smiled at the memory of you curled up in it just over twenty four hours ago. You had offered it to him so he had a piece of you with him. He promptly grabbed you and made passionate love to you after that.

He looks over at a very exasperated Kurak. “Kylo, how the FUCK is anyone supposed to fit more shit in here” he says pointing to the overflowing storage closet. He smirks and shrugs. “Half the fucking bags in here are yours man” Kurak says pulling his long hair back. “Not exactly” Kylo says “mine are the two at the bottom. The rest of my shit is underneath.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fuck” Kurak groans “it’s too fucking small man.” “I told you guys but everyone thought I was just being a pussy. But we get Rocky back next week” Kylo says, now kind of feeling bad for the man in front of him. “Good, because it’s looking like I’m gonna be sleeping with my shit” Kurak says, shaking his head. “Well to make you feel better, Ushar has three bags in there” Kylo points out “maybe you can make a deal with him.” “Good call” he says, slapping Kylo’s shoulder. “USHAR!” he yells.

Laughing to himself he exits the bunks, not wanting to be in the middle of that exchange. He looks down at his phone, sending you a quick text. Miss and love you baby girl. He smiles at the thought of talking with you tonight once everyone is out. He is already missing your sweet voice.

“Kylo, what do you want from In n’ Out? We’re making a list” Vic says as he sits back down. He hasn’t had that in ages, he thinks as his stomach rumbles. “Get me a 4x4 extra sauce, no tomato, fries, a large chocolate shake with extra mustard packets” he says, his mouth watering at the thought of salty fries dipped in the cold shake. “You’re so fucking weird” Vic grumbles moving on to the next person. “Not as much as you mister lettuce wrap” Kylo shoots back. “Hey! Just so you know I will be having a bun today” Vic says rolling his eyes.

He grabs his water bottle and slides to the far side of the bench. Putting in his ear buds, he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose. This will be a long tour, over four months long. Four long months away from you.

He sighs and clicks on a random playlist. He smiles as a familiar piano melody starts. You had really gotten him into Thirty Seconds recently. You played it for him on several occasions, raving about their creativity. As you played it for him more and more, it incorporated into his Spotify algorithm.

He breathes out a breath and focuses on the music. It will all be okay, he tells himself. We are strong enough to withstand the distance. He knows it in his heart. He just hopes nothing happens to make you question him and his devotion to you.

#adam driver #knights of ren #kylo ren au #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo x y/n #rockstar! kylo ren #star wars au #kylo fanfic #kylo ren fanfic #rockstar au

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nat-seal-well · 2 years

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Nsft question: what titles do you think the boys would like to be called during smexy time if any? Would any of them prefer a nickname or their own name?

Anon, you have no idea how excited I was to wake up and see this in my inbox. I had a lot of fun thinking about this, so thank you!

(Also, some of these are probably going to be longer than others. I don’t really have a format in mind, I’m just kinda jumping in and rambling. Also, this is just the main three groups—the vampires and wolves and the D.A.M.N crew, just because those are the ones I’m most familiar with. If anyone has ideas for the others, I would love to hear them!)

Under the cut for obvious reasons lol. 18+, minors DNI, y’know. The usual.

Out of all the boys, I think the ones who would prefer their own name would be Vincent, Huxley, David, and Gavin, but all for slightly different reasons.

Vincent takes a lot of joy in knowing that he’s the one making Lovely feel good, getting them worked up and lost in pleasure because of him. He isn’t cocky about it, though; he just loves being the one who gets to make them come undone. He loves hearing Lovely use his name because, yes! That’s him! He’s the one teasing these reactions out of them. Out of everyone in the world, he’s the lucky one who gets to do it. He just loves Lovely so much.

Huxley is very chill, just all the time. I feel like he’s also extremely accommodating; he doesn’t mind indulging in a fantasy or a kink, as long as it makes his partner (Damien, or someone else) feel good. But he doesn’t have any titles he actually prefers. What really gets him is when the other person uses his name. In general, a lot of people tend to call him Hux, which he always likes. But in the bedroom, when he’s devoted entirely to pleasing his partner, nothing gets to him quite like hearing his name—Huxley, not just Hux—spill from their lips. It just hits different.

David, I don’t really see being into the nicknames or the titles. Well, we all know Angel’s going to call him Davey while in bed, but that’s only when they’re being a brat and they want to tease him. (He never lets that go unpunished, but that is neither here nor there.) But he doesn’t really have any that he prefers. We know he’s kinky—there was that role play in the woods in that one BA we all know and love—but I just don’t see him actually being into any titles. He just likes it when Angel finally calls him by his full first name; they call him Davey so often that hearing David always manages to get a rise out of him.

Gavin is a bit of a special case. Being an incubus, and having been around for a while, he’s more than a little bit experienced. Gavin is another one who tends to be rather accommodating. He kinda has to be, y’know? This means he doesn’t mind the titles the other person uses, if he’s doing a scene or anything with them—that is, at least until he meets Freelancer. His Deviant changes all of that. Freelancer is the first person to actually see Gavin as anything other than a sex object. And while he’s still more than willing to indulge them, he really, really likes it when they call him Gavin. Because that’s them seeing him for who he is rather than just what he is.

The boys who I think like being called a nickname are Sam and Damien.

Sam usually just goes by Sam in his daily life, outside of the bedroom. I don’t really see him having any nicknames. Until he meets Darlin’, that is. They like to call him Sammy when they’re messing with him. He tries to act annoyed, but he actually thinks it’s sweet. They absolutely used it during their first time together too, and Sam fucking loved it. He likes the playfulness of it, but he especially likes hearing Darlin’—his big, strong, fiercely independent mate—whimper it in his ear as he manages to get them worked up and stumbling over the edge. It’s usually paired with claw marks down his back. Sam likes that a lot too, naturally.

Damien doesn’t like titles. They just… don’t sit right with him. He’s experimented a couple of times before, and has tried out a handful of different ones just to see, but all of them just make him scrunch up his nose and say, “Actually please don’t call me that ever again.” He’s rather impartial to his own name. That’s just his name. For a long time he thought he didn’t have a preference when it came to sex, but he found out he likes it when his partner calls him by a nickname. Dami. Or Dames, of course. Something about it just lights a fire in him. A different one than usual. He likes the idea of having his partner just so lost and feeling good that they can’t get his whole name out and have to settle for a shortened version. It makes him more than a little smug.

And for the rest, I think they prefer actual titles or pet names: Milo, Asher, and Lasko.

Milo is a dom. If his HBS audio from this summer and his BA have told me anything, it’s that he is absolutely a dom. Sweetheart likes it rough, and he is eager to give them exactly what they want. This includes titles. Milo doesn’t mind being called by his first name. But he also really likes being called Sir. It’s a big turn-on for him. He just likes the way it sounds, especially when it’s coming from a needy Sweetheart on their knees for him. Sweetheart can be such a troublemaker outside of the bedroom, giving him near-heart attacks on a daily basis and messing with him at every opportunity. He loves seeing them so eager to please, and desperate for anything he’s willing to give them. Also, the title kind of acts like a sort of safeword, almost. Or the lack of it, to be specific. Sweetheart likes to call him Sir while they’re in the middle of a scene. If they drop it and suddenly switch to calling him Milo instead, especially if they’re in the middle of something, it’s a sign to press pause and check in.

Asher likes to be called a couple things in bed. He likes Pup, or Puppy. He likes being called a good boy. None of these are probably a surprise. Babe uses them all differently, though, and that is important. If they’re playing with him and trying to get him riled up, they like to lean in close and call him Pup right in his ear, for no one else to hear but him. Especially if there’s someone else around and they want to tease him. Puppy is for when they’re being sweet and soft. Babe likes to use this one when they’re just trying to bring him pleasure and make him feel good, and when they want to make it intimate. They like to use this one when they’re edging him, too, and trying to encourage him to hold off for just a little bit longer. On the other hand, good boy is for the opposite—whenever he’s pleasing them. Babe likes to use that when he goes down on them, or whenever they have him under them to ride him, or whenever they’re trying to get him to cum. It works every single time.

And, last but most certainly not least, Lasko! Lasko likes a couple others, too. Slightly similar to Ash, Pet will have him on his knees if his partner is teasing him or being playful. Baby is a good one whenever they’re pleasing him. They’ll whisper it as they trail kisses down his body before taking him into their mouth or fingering him to get him ready for them. One of his personal favorites is Little One, just because it’s so sweet. It makes him feel safe whenever his partner has him on the edge and desperate and begging. He also likes that one when he’s overstimulated, or trying to recover from an orgasm. They’ll run a hand through his hair and kiss his forehead and whisper it in his ear while he’s coming down and soaking in the afterglow.

#nsft #minors dni #redacted asmr #redacted hcs #redacted headcanons

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solohux · 2 years

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What if... What of in your consort!Hux au, Hux is a bit cold and not very responsive to Kylo's touch (due to the circumstances, of course) but Kylo thinks its a physical indisposition and starts to dose his consort with draughts and meds meant to raise his sensitivity? It's normal on Naboo, these people are pretty open to sex and want to experience it in the best of ways - the drugs are something widely available and accepted.

Hux doesn't know about it, but does notice his body slowly changing. His nipple, for example, were never this tender. It is just Kylo? Is it all the sex he's been having????

Ohhhhh! 🔥

Sex is a very big deal on Naboo and everyone in Prince Kylo’s council can see that His Highness and his consort aren’t engaging in the right kind of intercourse. The red-haired consort is very fiery and very handsome and the Prince is one of the most powerful people in the galaxy (as well as one of the most beautiful!) so some of the council and handmaidens don’t understand why their intimate relationship would be suffering.

Prince Kylo doesn’t like it. He’s trying his very best to arouse his consort and give him the best sex of his life but Hux is still rather reluctant to join in; he’s pretty content to just lie there and let the Prince do what he wants—but that’s not what Kylo wants.

Luckily, the palace’s healer has some lotions and potions to help with that! She gives a bottle to Hux’s assigned handmaidens and tells them to use it in the consort’s bath tonight and he’ll be as sensitive as the Prince desires before they’ve finished bathing him.

Hux doesn’t know what’s going on. It starts off with small changes, like his nipples being more sensitive and his skin feeling more sensitive and his cock even feels bigger! The slightest chill across his skin makes his nipples protrude and throb, and when the Prince touches him, he can’t control his moans and he can’t stop himself from getting hard! Maybe it’s just because they’ve been having a lot of sex recently and the fact that Hux has been finding himself more attracted to the young Prince recently…

#kylux #prince ben and thief hux #tw noncon #tw drugging

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kingofthewilderwest · 6 months

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Given how you mentioned the Disney sequels in my last last question, I'm curious what you think of the sequel trilogy as a whole 4 years later. Also what you make of the rey movie that's suppose to happen?

It's funny timing. I've been watching the Lucas sextilogy and Star Wars meta on YouTube. Particularly, So Uncivilized is a fascinating meta analyst, and I rewatched this tonight:

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As for my thoughts...

When I saw TFA opening night and noticed it rehashed everything and added nothing, I lost investment. By "lose investment," I don't mean I got bitter, unhappy, jaded, cynical, etc. I mean that I was in a fine mood, perfectly chill, had fun, but I no longer carried anticipation or expectations for future projects. I could tell this was not a good foundation and was an omen for future creative issues. Thus, when the second and third movies came out, I didn't feel disappointed, but their content meant I found increasing distance between myself, the characters, and the story. I didn't mind The Rise of Skywalker was bad. I got my recreation's use out of it. The direct relationship I had with it was the time I spent watching it once (1).

But even though I didn't agree with 90% of the trilogy's premises and executions, I made sure to see TLJ and Rise of Skywalker. After all, watching these movies was the door into some of the best media discussions I've had in my life.

I was invited to a winter party with about two dozen attendees. Most ended in the kitchen to debate TLJ, which had just released. We got so animated we had to do the old "pass the ball" trick, where only the person holding the ball could talk. It was one of the most in-depth, eye-opening, fascinating, multi-faceted, engaging media discussions I've had. Everyone had different but extraordinary insight to relay about subversions of expectations, underlying messages, contributions to the franchise, scene composition, editing, dialogue, characterization, symbolism, you name it.

When the final movie came out, conversations again were endlessly fruitful. No matter who I talked to, I could hear something new and enlightening about media through the lens of Rise of Skywalker.

There's nothing I hate about the movies. I don't think about them much. Star Wars to me is pre-Disney reboot. That's the territory my heart cares about. That's the territory that's Real. But I also have fun talking about Kylo Ren or Hux as any Star Wars nerd who likes those characters. I feel no bitter emotions, but positive ones, when anyone brings up TFA and thereafter.

My perspective, several years later, hasn't changed.

Now, I love how meta analysts have enhanced my perspective. I love people pointing out that the original and prequel trilogies introduced a huge number of ship and location designs, whereas the sequel trilogy... didn't. I love So Uncivilized's analysis that each movie in the sequel trilogy was a counter to a counter, until we ended up with a course correction of a course correction of a course correction of a course correction. Or, as he said, this sequel trilogy was intended to keep the franchise alive for another generation, but "to keep a creative work alive, you have to create things, and it's clear looking at this trilogy that nothing was built here."

Fans have endlessly talked about how there was no cohesion between movies in this trilogy and how its characterization and plot were a mess. How the movies were too reliant on old nostalgia. How showboating old characters prevented our new character trio from receiving agency and direction. I don't need to go there.

There's a reason we viewers remember the names of Kylo Ren and Rey and Poe and Finn. In their imperfect appearances, we saw characters that could have enlivened us to the same levels as Luke, Leia, Han, Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Padme. I like Kylo Ren. I like Poe. I like Finn. They are appealing concepts.

But. But. I think the sequel trilogy, and Disney's over-saturation of materials, will fade over time, whereas the original six movies (I said original six, nyeh) WILL stand the test of time as classics. Just because VI-IX have "Episode" to their title doesn't mean they'll get saved from the endless mire Disney has manifested unto itself; nearly all live action materials from the 2010s and 2020s will end in late-Star Wars Disnified goop, to be lost in collective memory over time. That's not intended to be an insult; I just think that one is a short phenomenon that'll fade once contemporary sensations satiate, whereas the others are proven longevity.

There's bias in the sense I haven't watched anything outside of VI-IX and Rogue One. I've never seen The Mandalorian, or Andor, or Ahsoka, or anything else. I haven't felt the need to, so I won't. Heck, I didn't know about this alleged Rey movie thing - your comment is the first I've heard. So I have no perspective there except, "This isn't material I think needs to exist, and I'd rather go back to (and produce things like) the old." Disney's commercialized mania isn't a success to me. No ill feelings, just simple personal disinterest. It's not part of the imagination fuel I use when I fuel my imagination on Star Wars. And the sequel trilogy is something I frankly already forget about when I imagine the vast, captivating, thrilling world of Star Wars.

The legacy of the sequel trilogy isn't its story. Yet. There's real value in the sequel trilogy, and I believe it. It's perfect for analyzing media. It's a perfect medium for discussion. What went right, what didn't go right, what was compelling, what was disappointing, what was misguided, what lost focus, what never had focus, I will always find these movies valuable for that. And the thing is, I think we'll be talking about that for a while yet. Because it's fruitful. It's endlessly interesting.

Whether or not it's good media content in and of itself, it's GOOD CONVERSATION CONTENT.

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