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Kylo gives an offhanded compliment to some work Hux did recently, and accidentally discovers Huxs praise kink through his barely withheld reaction. its not just praise, but daddy kink rooted in craving praise from someone with seemingly unbeatable power. Kylo being younger only adds layers of arousing shame; he has Hux submissive just by telling him stuff like ‘i’m so proud of you’ after meetings or speeches. Hux ends up using his professional efforts just to make Daddy Ren proud & reap rewards~

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jeusus:

Like Beyonce’s album, I drop this with no warning.

My books are now available for order in my Tictail shop. 

HERE ->  https://jeusus.tictail.com/ <-HERE

🚨🚨IMPORTANT🚨🚨
They will be sent at the end of the month, as Amazon is late in delivering my enveloppes and address stickers printer thingie.

Also remember that this is an amateur project, these were professionally printed but I had to keep them as cheap as possible so the books are not perfect !

With each order will comme free prints and a charm (A random one between Rey, Hux, Kylo, BB-8 and Kylo’s lightsaber) 😘😘😘

The number of books is very limited so even if my brain tells me there’s no way this could happen, I might eventually order a new batch of books if this one gets out of stock and there’s interest. 

I cant believe I’m finally doing this lol, selling books!!!

Thank you for your support, you’ve been asking for these for a long time and it’s thanks to you guys that I got the confidence to actually do it <333333

bona–mana:

He was about to apologize for being such a bother, but Ren sent him a request for a video call. He accepted it without thinking, and greeted him with all the chins the angle he was holding his phone showed.

“Shit! Hi, sorry. I didn’t mean you should facetime me right now.”

Ren grinned. He was utterly gorgeous, hair freshly washed and fluffy, his pinstripe suit perfect with a paisley tie. It almost distracted Hux from the fact that Ren was sitting in a car.

“Good morning, sunshine!”

Suit Porn AU Part. 6 || When It Rains by @longstoryshortikilledhim

Ren is like a giant fluff ball of cute boyfriend material and I adore him so much ;___; 

Prompt; someone gives Kylo his old tooka doll back.

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The plush toy in General Leia Organa’s hands is so raggedy Kylo doesn’t recognize it at first. It’s missing a beady eye and both ears are torn, the tips looking ready to fall off. 

Only after he puts together that the dirty grayish bits were once yellow and the bleached lavender a deep purple does he realize what it is: a plush tooka. His childhood toy.

An interesting gift for a prisoner of war.

Kylo is sitting down on the edge of his cot when she lets down the electron wall. He stands, reminding them both that he isn’t a child anymore, standing head and shoulders over her.

She extends the hand holding the tooka to him.

“Fine,” she says when he doesn’t take it, then proceeds to drop it on the ground at his feet. 

Had it been anything else, Kylo would have considered stepping on it.

The general shakes her head. “Guess I only have myself to blame for your stubbornness.”

“You and Han Solo,” Kylo grinds out in a low voice.

It’s a cheap shot. He bites the inside of his cheek and tells himself that he should be savoring the look of pain on Leia’s face. Even if he did enjoy making her hurt, she quickly covers it a thick layer of anger.

“He loved you, you know. Even then.”

Her words cut his vocal chords to pieces. Kylo bows his head, unable to meet the molten metal in her gaze.

It’s impossible not to think of her as what she is, now: his mother, admonishing him for making a mistake. If only his mistakes were something as minor as the roughhousing or stolen sweets from when he was young.

She leaves him, then, to do nothing but stare at the dingy toy at his feet.

Kylo waits until he can’t hear her footsteps anymore, then waits a little longer after that. Then he picks the tooka up and presses it to his face.

Beneath the must and dust, the tooka smells familiar. Like home.

Something too bitter to be nostalgia washes over him. 

Kylo lays on the cot facing the wall and discovers his legs are too long to fit. So he crushes himself into a ball. It’s all the better to hide the shabby little tooka doll he has hugged to his chest.