hate to be the one to say this cause this is apparently a controversial? opinion? but ryan has always rubbed me the wrong way and i can’t say that all of this coming out about him and his infidelity is that shocking
“ I’m not, i swear !! nik is just going to help me collect wood so i can do some more wood cravings. “ he lied forcing himself to meet his brothers eyes. “you do not need to worry so much. i am not a child anymore finn ! i do know how to get the the caves myself, which i am even not doing tonight. “
the last part although wasn’t a lie. it was the most honest the boy was being with his brother. henrik usually a very rotten liar, was determined at this moment. he needed finn to believe him.as he wasn’t going to the caves alone, he wasn’t going to the caves at la. —— this was the night he had been waiting for. the night which made him nearly jump of excitement. this was the night of the full moon. the night he and nik was going to see the men turn into wolves.
this was the night henirk was going to prove himself as not a child, and how the child he was he thought it was for everyone else. when it truly was himself who needed to feel like something. needed to feel brave for once. he just wanted his family to look at him and see someone who wasn’t a waste of space. they would look at him and see a growing warrior…….someone who might one day end up in vallhalla.
“—— i really need to go finn. nik is waiting for me by the river ! i promise, we will be at the caves before sun down.!!! “ with a wave henrik bid goodbye to his brother. not knowing it was truly goodbye forever.
Demon hux possessing Kylo and making him do perverted things to himself tho 👌🏻
my darling, my soul, my (hell) angel. i split this up because it got long. this is the first part. the truly nsfw part is incoming. the rest of this series is on ao3 here, and will be updated with this soon.
It took Kylo a while to … adjust. To having Hux inside him. At first he lost time - a few minutes here or there - and when he came back to himself Hux would be laughing in his head, like he’d missed some sort of joke. Sometimes Hux would take over entirely with Kylo still there, with an air of impatience and frustration that reminded Kylo horribly of his high school Driver’s Ed teacher. Like Kylo couldn’t be trusted to drive his own body, like Hux was taking the wheel as if to say this is how it should be done.
Usually, though, Hux just sort of … left him alone. Settled into the back of Kylo’s soul like a pet, like an afterthought, and offered little quips into his mind. Came and went as he pleased. And gave Kylo some truly spectacularly frightening dreams on more than one occasion - they were all different but there was always blood, and always strange, dark images of nature like randomly taken photographs, and always searing, shocking pleasure.
After a while, the line between what he said and what Hux said started to blur. He preached a lot of freedom and independence, stopped wearing his clerical collar and started telling a lot more jokes. He carried himself differently. Spoke differently. Used the weight of his voice and his eyes in ways he never had before. People started to talk. Kylo would hear them whispering outside the service to each other things like have you seen Father Ren lately and he seems different and God, he looks…different -
Part of him had been expecting green vomit and cursing and his head spinning all the way around. He hadn’t expected to feel so good. He felt full of Hux all the time. He felt him all the way to the tips of his fingers, warming him all the way to his stomach, loosening all his wound-up muscles. He hadn’t exactly been prepared to become so … relaxed. So confident.
Pride, Hux whispered into his mind, voice warm and pleased. It’s Pride, my dear.
The congregation grew. People came from all over to hear Kylo speak, to ask him for advice. His advice was always the same: yes, yes, yes. Do what pleases you. Yes.
A man who had been with Kylo’s church from the beginning pulled him aside after a service in which Hux had perhaps gone a little overboard and said in a hushed voice, “Father, are you alright?”
Kylo smiled and the man swallowed, eyes dilating in fear. It was more of Hux than himself who answered.
“Of course, my dear Mr. Matheson. Why do you ask?”
Matheson took a very small step backwards and looked down at his hands. “It’s just, um. Well, Father, my daughter’s in a bit of a rebellious phase and -”
“Nothing to worry about,” Kylo laughed and Matheson flinched. “It’s simply something teenagers go through.”
“Well, I know that, Father, it’s just -” Matheson wrung his hands over and over. They were shaking. “She’s got one of those,” he lowered his voice even further and whispered, “Satanic. Books. In the house and -”
He cut off, glanced up at Kylo’s face and then back down. Kylo watched him carefully. Hux was practically purring inside him.
“The things you’ve been saying in your sermons lately.” Matheson took a deep breath. “Well, not to sound silly, but. All that ‘do what pleases you’ stuff in your sermons. See, they sound quite a lot like the what those books are teaching.”
Hux smiled so wide with Kylo’s mouth that Matheson actually gasped in fear. He took another step back and Kylo towered over him, using his full height, the full width of his shoulders. Kylo liked the way the fear made Matheson’s eyes look. He let Hux speak.
“Mr. Matheson,” Hux said softly, something dark and vicious in Kylo’s voice, “does this perhaps have anything to do with the fact that the lovely Mrs. Matheson called out my name while you were fucking her last night?”
Matheson froze, face coloring. His hands shook.
“You - you can’t - how do you know that -”
“She confessed, of course.”
Matheson’s mouth opened and closed silently like a fish. Kylo raised his eyebrows and said in a voice so soft he barely heard it himself, “perhaps you should go home, Mr. Matheson.”
Matheson turned and practically ran in the opposite direction. Kylo’s mouth twisted, an oddly shared expression between him and Hux.
“Did she really?” Kylo asked under his breath. Hux laughed in his mind. No, he said and ran a warm finger over Kylo’s soul where he was wrapped around it, but she will.
It took one more week.
He was hearing confessions and Hux was quiet, just a warm comforting presence in the back of Kylo’s mind, a sort of gentle buzzing. The last person left the confessional and Hux suddenly laughed, his presence so unexpectedly strong it was like he was laughing straight into Kylo’s ear. Like he was there in the little room with him and inside Kylo’s body. Kylo felt his cheeks heat at the thought. The other side of the confessional was empty, he could see that even through the partition, so he whispered, “what’s so funny?” into the dark.
You’ll see, Hux murmured into his ear. Goosebumps raised down one side of Kylo’s neck like Hux really had spoken, had actually spoken against his skin. A thrill of anticipation ran through Kylo and Hux shivered with it.
The door opened, closed. It was quiet while the person on the other side of the confessional shifted around, getting comfortable.
“Um, I don’t really - I don’t really know how to do this.”
Kylo leaned back in his chair, eyes closing in understanding. Hux purred warmly inside him.
“Mrs. Matheson.”
She cleared her throat, nervous. “It’s, uh, you can actually just call me Lily.”
Hux suddenly grinned and bit Kylo’s lip. Perfect, he said.
“Does it make you more comfortable to call me Kylo, Lily?”
“Um,” Lily shifted uncomfortably. “I - I think so, Father.”
“You may, then.”
Silence. Kylo smiled and said gently, “How long since your last confession, dear?”
“I - I’ve never been to confession, Father.” She paused, then whispered, “Kylo,” like a secret.
Hux smiled.
“Tell me your sins, Lily."
"Just like that? No - no praying or - that’s it?”
"That’s it.”
Lily shifted in her seat. “And. Nothing I say will be - you’ll be - it’s a secret?”
Kylo felt Hux put a warm, warm hand on the back of his neck, possessive and perfect, as he said, “It’s just you and me here, Lily."
"Well, um. I’ve been having - impure. Thoughts.” Lily took a deep breath. “About a man who isn’t my husband.”
Hux was very suddenly everywhere, overwhelming, filling Kylo up until he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the feel of it, and when he spoke it was Hux speaking, using Kylo’s mouth in a way that made him blush.
"Is that all?” He said, soft and gentle. Lily drew in a soft breath.
“No.”
“Tell me, darling.”
Another shift and Hux brought Kylo’s hand up to his own lips, unbidden and out of control, and made him push two of his own fingers into his mouth. I own you, Hux said into his mind.
Kylo shivered.
“I hate him,” Lily said, speaking fast now. Hux pulled Kylo’s fingers out. “I hate him and I - I enjoy it. Thinking about y- about this. Other man. While I’m with him."
"You hate your husband,” Hux said, tone so sweet it made Kylo’s eyes roll back even as the words came out of his own mouth. It was almost overwhelmingly perverse, feeling Hux’s words, Hux’s warmth and his horrible seductive voice, coming out of his body like this. Everything felt too hot; he could feel Hux seeping into all the corners of him.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He’s - he just. He just expects me to - to do everything for him when he’s done nothing for me, like I owe it to him and when I ask him about it he says it’s God’s will, that Eve was made to obey Adam and Father, I know that, I want to be a good person but - I just -” she sighed.
Hux sat back with Kylo’s body and lowered his voice. Kylo got the distinct impression that Hux was moving inside him, sliding over his soul like a snake in a way that felt … filthy.
“Is Lily short for Lilith, may I ask?"
Lily cleared her throat and said, "Yes, it is.”
“Do you know the story of your namesake, Lilith?”
“No, Fath- Kylo."
Hux’s voice was soft, rhythmic, indulgent. He loved this story, Kylo could feel it in his occupied soul. Something warm and wet wrapped around Kylo’s throat.
"When God made the garden,” Hux said, Kylo’s voice dropping into something he didn’t recognize, “He made Adam out of clay. I’m sure you remember from your Sunday school lessons."
"Yes,” she said, haltingly.
Hux curled around Kylo’s soul and continued to speak, voice seeping into him like molasses. Warm, dark, hungry.
“And next?"
"He made Eve,” Lily said. “Out of Adam’s rib. In Adam’s image."
"No.” Hux brushed Kylo’s fingers over his own mouth again, a promise. “First, He made Lilith. Out of clay, just like Adam. In God’s image. Not man’s. They were equals."
Hux was pushing a little too hard, intentions just a little too irreverent, but when Kylo tried to pull him back he swallowed him up like a shadow.
I own you, Kylo, he said again. Did you forget?
"Lilith refused to blindly obey Adam. She saw that God had made them both out of clay, and she asked why she should be expected to obey him when they were the same.” Hux ran fingers over Kylo’s chest and Kylo’s breath hitched. He was painfully aware of where his nipples touched his shirt.
“God cast her out of Eden and made Eve, out of Adam’s rib. Eve obeyed Adam without question."
Lily was silent for a long time.
"I…remember that now,” she said quietly. “It was different when it was told to me. A cautionary tale. They said Lilith was a demon."
Hux sent a warm, oozing feeling of sin flooding through Kylo’s chest, somehow like a smile in a way Kylo didn’t understand. He was pleased.
"Has anyone who has ever called this story a cautionary tale treated you with respect, Lily?"
"I… well, no,” she said, quietly. Like something shameful.
“People twist God’s word when it suits them, my dear. They have been for thousands of years.” Kylo’s hands ran over his own stomach of their own accord and he felt the muscles twitch. Hux’s voice was absolutely hypnotizing. Kylo wondered how Lily didn’t notice - it didn’t sound anything like his own voice.
“Perhaps Lilith was doing God’s will when she disobeyed Adam. She was, after all, made in His image, just as he was. Perhaps her being cast out wasn’t a punishment but a reward.” Hux lowered his voice into something irresistible. “Perhaps she was finally free of him."
Lily gasped quietly in the confessional.
Pride, this is too far, Kylo thought desperately. Please.
Hux brought Kylo’s hand down his stomach, painfully slow. When he spoke it was like he whispered it into the air, filled up the confessional with it. It was so low, so intimate, that it made Kylo’s toes curl in his shoes.
I like it when you say my name.
“Are you – are you saying I should leave my husband?” Lily asked, voice shaking. Hux grinned with Kylo’s mouth, warm and invasive. She sounded equal parts fascinated, riveted, terrified.
Hux had that effect.
He still had Kylo’s body, and every time he moved it Kylo felt it all the way to his chest, all the way to his soul. Hux brushed Kylo’s fingers vindictively over his cock while he spoke with his mouth:
“I can’t tell you what you should do, Lilith. No one can.”
Kylo’s cock twitched and he felt the searing heat of Hux inside him overwhelmingly, oppressively, absolutely unignorable. His own hand snuck under his shirt and touched the skin of his stomach while Hux whispered horribly hot into his ear, tone liquid and wonderful.
Perhaps you’ll learn something with this lesson as well, darling.
“It is not the fate of man to suffer, Lilith,” Hux said, voice like drowning in a warm tar pit. Kylo realized he was shockingly hard, sitting panting and blushing in his own confessional, sweat darkening the hair at his temples. So slowly it pained him, so slowly his whole body ached, Hux unzipped Kylo’s pants with his own hands. Each tooth of the zipper clinked so loud Kylo was sure the woman would hear it. But she didn’t seem to. Her silence was weighted, captivated, hanging on his every word.
“We wouldn’t have been given the capacity for-” Kylo’s breath hitched without his consent when Hux wrapped his hand around his cock, devastating in the dark and silence of the confessional, “- pleasure –” Hux purred this word with such open lechery that Kylo was shocked Lily didn’t storm out of the booth in scandalized silence. “If we weren’t meant to experience it.”
If Hux hadn’t had control of his body it would have been shaking, Kylo was sure of it. He could feel the shiver Hux was repressing inside him, trapped, almost painful.
This body is mine, Hux said, voice whispering hot and wet against the fraying edges of Kylo’s sanity. He tightened Kylo’s hand on his cock and Kylo felt the ghost of the gasp that Hux refused to let out. Trapped inside his throat, inside his chest. Mine to do with what I will.
He had no idea how long he’d been silent but Lily finally spoke, voice stronger. More confident. Prideful.
“I deserve the things I want,” she said, almost to herself. “The sin – Father, the sin is denying it.”
“Yes, my dear,” said Hux, smile warm on Kylo’s mouth like he was kissing him, “of course it is.”
“Thank you, Father.”
“Go in peace, Lilith. Go in peace and sin no more.”
