Hux muffles a snort behind his hand, but when he raises his eyes from where he’s been watching his fingertips trace light patterns across Ren’s chest, Ren isn’t smiling. “You’re serious,” he says, feeling his brows draw together.
“I’m serious,” Ren confirms. His lips are flush and wet from being wrapped around Hux’s cock, and his eyes are bright and intent, and for a moment Hux lets himself imagine it, imagine running away with this ridiculous beast of a man who decides he wants to be Supreme Leader one day and decides he wants to leave it all behind the next.
Ren reads Hux’s answer before he can say it; Hux can’t stand to watch the light fade from his eyes, so as Ren’s arms tighten around him, he tucks his face into Ren’s neck.
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highschool benarmie, Hux is just a couple years older than Ben: Hux and Ben are sorta together and Hux often sneaks into the Solo home at night after Han & Leia have gone to sleep, climbing to Ben’s 2nd story window. They quietly have sex, careful as to every sound they make. Hux has to cover Ben’s loud moans with his hand as he slowly thrusts into him. Maybe they get caught once, maybe they dont?
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Placate
Wrote a little Kylux phone-sex ficlet. It’s soft but filthy. Find it here on AO3. ♥️
Fanfic mashup: 6 + 63, Techienician :)
6. Bookshop AU & 63. Mistaken For A Couple
Techie has a Masters in computer science and no particular wish to run the specialist bookstore he inherited from Brendol, but Armitage already has a successful career and they did both agree that it’d be a shame to shutter a business that was doing so well despite the economic climate.
Some people are surprised that the ‘blind’ brother was the one to take on the business, but contrary to popular belief Techie has retained about 20% of his vision. He can easily manage the financial side of the business with the help of screen reading software and luckily he has just enough vision to see that the nervous, awkward young man applying for the clerks job is really well build under his ill fitting clothes.
Matt isn’t the sort of person you’d expect to see in customer service. He’s too easily riled up, too quick to take offence, but Techie soon works out how to calm him with gentle reassuring touches to the back or shoulder, and Matt proves himself to be amazingly tenacious with suppliers. The bookstore soon gets a reputation as the best place for hard to find books because Matt will always get whatever the customer asks for.
The two of them enjoy working together, they develop an unspoken routine of morning coffees and lunchtime treats, working late just because they find pleasure in one another’s company but neither of them realising just how close they’re getting. At a local business owners gathering Techie hears someone talking about ‘the gay couple with the successful bookstore’ and he spends two weeks trying to work out who the competition is. It’s only when Matt takes a day off for dental work and a regular asks where Techie’s boyfriend is that it suddenly occurs to him. And that idea doesn’t sound half bad…
54. Secret Relationship & 75. Bed Sharing for Kylux please
Hux is stilted and short with everyone- there’s something not quite right with so many of his social interactions that this should be easy. Or so Kylo thought. He’d never even considered the idea that Hux might try to, for want of a better word, ACT. The man can’t even manage any kind of bedroom role play where the only audience is Kylo & his flagging erection. Now there’s eighteen officers in the quarters where they’ll be sleeping and Kylo is considering spacing himself out of embarrassment.
They’ve been together, in secret, for five years now. It’s been easy enough to hide what they have when the bickering on the bridge is 100% real and both of them struggle to have a civil work conversation. Maybe one or two of the crew think they might be hatefucking, but everyone knows that doesn’t count. But of course in private they’re very different men.
Kylo hadn’t realised how much trouble Hux would have in switching from a private to a public setting. Not that they have a choice. The Supremacy is disabled and the few remaining ships are far above capacity. For the next five nights officers have to sleep where they can. At least Hux and Kylo get the bed- everyone else is on the floor or the couch cushions.
Now if only Hux would stop monologuing about how much he hates Ren so they can all get some sleep. He’s really laying it on thick and the whole thing is long past the point of believability. Wait, did he just complain about Kylo’s morning breath? For fucks sake…
Pounded in the Butt by My Gay Werewolf Boyfriend – Aiambia – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Hux can hardly believe it: His boyfriend is a werewolf. He should be afraid or concerned at the very least…but all he can think about is getting fucked by that thick werewolf dick.
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Modern AU, Hux has just found out that werewolves are a real thing and that his boyfriend, Kylo, is one of them. Having a sexual attraction to monsters, Hux is all for this and practically begs Kylo to fuck and knot him on that huge werewolf dick. Bonus points if Ren comes buckets in his werewolf form and involves breeding.
Some Strange and Unnerving Events
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for_autumn_i_am // @longstoryshortikilledhim
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135,799Words – 9/10 Chapters – Rated E
“So it’s true,” Armitage Hux said with a satisfied grin. “Kylo Ren, as I live. I cannot believe I tasked Dopheld with finding my sister a new tutor, and he gives me my lost friend!”
“I was never lost,” Kylo countered. “I was right where you left me.”
(…) “Have you ever heard curious noises at night?” –
(…) He let his candle burn down, and as the flame flicked out, he heard it. The fingers. The creaking.(…) – “That’s the water in the pipes,” Mitaka whispered.
“It’s not the water,” Kylo muttered to himself.
(…) He looked up at the twisted branches clawing at the angry clouds. “Maratelle Hux,” he whispered. “Who put you here?”
{{The portraits of Hux and Kylo belong to @katiesghosts}}
Once Omega Hux finds out that the new Supreme Leader is both a virgin & an Alpha he cuts his suppressant & decides to taunt him with the idea of knocking him up. He thinks he might have a chance of controlling him this way. At first its deniable flirtation & teasing until Kylo finally snaps & fucks him in a corridor near the bridge. Then it’s all demands that Kylo keep his Omega filled until he’s bred. It’s hard work keeping him stuffed. Lots of Hux topping from the bottom please. Knock him up!
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Night Moves – 695 words
Clydeland – ABO, Mpreg
There’s always that moment between sleeping and waking where dreams and reality meld into one, a moment of fog until the mind catches up and sorts what had been happening in the subconscious from what’s happening in the physical world. Clyde is certain the words “crisp sandwich” being whispered in his ear go solidly into the “dream” category.
He turns his cheek into his hair fanned out across the drool damp pillow, squinting into the dark at the illuminated red numbers of his alarm clock. 3:37 AM.
“Clyde!”
The sharpness of the voice at his side makes him jump and he lumbers over to grope in the warm bedding for his mate. “Stens?” The word is garbled with sleep but laced with concern, lone hand finally finding the curve of a hip and travelling up and over until it rests across the omega’s distended belly. “What’s wrong, darlin’? Somethin’ the matter?”
“I want a crisp sandwich.”
Clyde sighs with relief that it’s just another craving, settling back down and nuzzling his face against the base of Stensland’s neck. “You want a what now?”
He isn’t sure why that was the wrong thing to say, but immediately knows he’s fucked up when Stensland goes stiff in his arms. “Darlin’?” He hesitantly lifts his head back up, movements slow like he’s trying not to provoke a bear into attacking.
“You don’t even care about the culture of my people!” Comes the banshee shriek. Then a sniffle. And then the sobbing.
“Oh, darlin’, oh, baby, don’t cry now. A crisp sandwich is like a… like an Irish thing?”
Stensland half growls half bawls something that Clyde assumes to be an affirmative.
“I’ll get you a uh… crisp sandwich… alright?”
“You can’t just buy it , you have to make it ! Are you telling me you won’t even make our baby crisp sandwiches?! Do you even care about us at all?!”
“Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, ‘course I care, Stensland. You just wait here now.” Clyde reaches for his discarded shirt on the floor, and, with a promise to not come back until he has the ingredients for the best crisp sandwich Stensland has ever tasted, he presses a kiss to his temple and hurries out the door.
“Howdy, Siri. What in the hell’s a crisp sandwich?”
* * *
Finding butter with a good “Use By” date in one of the few stores open at four in the morning was a larger task than Clyde had realized, but he makes it home before five, brown paper bag laden with supplies balanced precariously between the stump of his left arm and his chest while he struggles for the keys in the deep pocket of his sweatpants.
He half expects to find Stensland fast asleep, sandwich cravings forgotten, the case more often than not when he wakes suddenly requesting this or that. Instead, he opens the door to a familiar ambience, Dawson Leery’s earnest voice preaching love and friendship interrupted occasionally by the plastic rustling of a potato chip bag.
He presses the door closed with the tip of his shoe and holds his breath in preparation for another outburst, but he’s greeted with a warm smile, tear tracks long since dried on glowy cheeks. Stensland’s slouched comfortably in his worn corduroy armchair, favorite striped t-shirt doing its best to contain his belly, threads of the side seams stretched beyond what could reasonably be asked of them. There’s a jar of mayonnaise in one hand, a spoon in the other, and a bag of Cheetos held upright between bare thighs.
“Hey, baby. I got the ingredients for your sandwich.” There’s still a hesitance to the way Clyde moves as he sets the bag down and edges the perimeter of the small den until he’s close enough to land a quick kiss to the top of red hair in desperate need of a wash.
“That’s okay, I made flavored mayonnaise.”
“You… uhh… you what?” He watches with an increasingly common mix of horror, fascination, and unconditional adoration as Stensland grabs a handful of cheetos, drops them into the jar, and mashes them around with the spoon. Clyde swallows down a gag. “Looks delicious, darlin’.”
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