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THINGS UP KYLOS BUM A FIC REC LIST A multiship list featuring various things put up Kylos bottom

Based on the options from @kyluxtrashpit twitter poll.

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Omegaverse AU where the presumption is that Kylo is an alpha - the way he carries himself and how he was given co-command of an important ship, despite the First Order being very conservative in its views on gender.

Kylo whom no one has ever seen any skin of, but has a constant whiff of alpha from that scarf he wears.

Alpha Hux thinking he's just a cocky alpha who can't contend with just going by his actions, that he needs to scent mark a scarf to wear on top of his outfit to make sure that people know he's an alpha.

Kylo actually being an omega, it's not a deliberate covering up in that he doesn't want people to know his gender, but more that he doesn't like strange alphas seeing him now that he has an alpha for himself.

The scarf he's wearing belonging to Ren, his alpha who is yet to come abroad the ship he co-commands. He likes that he can always smell ren from it.

Hux going through all the stages of anger and depression when Ren eventually does visit the ship and Hux realises that Kylo is an omega and that he actually wants him for himself.

Hux particularly pissed off that he has next to no chance against this 'Ren' who, like Kylo before him, seems to just exist to make his life a misery.

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the second kylo’s tracker goes offline, hux receives a notification on his datapad & begins to panic internally. he immediately & casually excuses himself from his duties and heads off to find kylo.

his anxiety grows once he cannot find kylo in the obvious places: the bridge, the control room, training rooms. his pace quickens and his head turns more frantically than before.

when he finally finds kylo, it’s in their shared resident quarters. kylo stands near the king-size bed, belt laid atop the black duvet & both of his hands delicately cradling his stomach.

in a blur of anxiety and frayed nerves, hux snaps angrily at kylo: “you know better than to turn the tracker off when i am not around! you’d best explain yourself, ren, or i –”

“the belt doesn’t fit anymore, they’re growing bigger.” kylo replies in a gentle tone, unable to be swayed from his gentle state.

it isn’t until hux circles around that he notices a slight swell in the knight’s abdomen, lips parted in wordless stupor. when he cannot fathom a good response, hux removes both gloves, carefully pressing his palm flat against kylo’s stomach?

“they?” he asks in a warm tone, breath daring to catch in his throat. “you’re-”

“twins.” the younger nods whilst a genuine smile tugs up at the corners of his plush lips. “and you are going to be a father.”

in that moment, hux is overcome with multiple emotions, his head pressing to kylo’s chest as tears begin to well in icy optics. he’s too overjoyed to speak, so he instead pulls kylo close, eyes closing and smiling.

hux knows that kylo will be a great mother to their children, and that he, himself, will be a greater father than brendol hux ever was.

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I FOUND A PROMPT AND IF YOU WANT TO WRITE THIS THEN PLEASE DO I'M BEGGING YOU BECAUSE OHMYGOD LOOK AT THIS I NEED IT "i’m the super macho, stereotypical top type of person, but i actually love bottoming and i’m not sure how to tell you that (particularly because you seem to be really enthusiastic about bottoming yourself), but oh look, you’ve found my extensive collection of butt plugs"

It’s gone past the point where Kylo feels he can mention anything on the topic to Hux.

Almost eight months into their relationship and Hux being on the receiving end of their endeavours every time, Kylo has quietly accepted his role as the ‘top’, willingly but rather unhappily. But having Hux underneath him, shaking and sweating, listening to the gloriously filthy sounds that he creates almost makes Kylo forget all about his desire to be taken apart by Hux’s hands, but it’s afterwards when Hux is sleeping and Kylo can take in the sight of his lover’s lithe body, that he truly begins to fantasise about having Hux fuck him.

Kylo sighs, relaxing himself as he lays nude upon his bed, legs open, fingers covered in lube as he pushes a slick plug inside himself, pressing down on the white jewelled bottom until it’s to its hilt inside, and Kylo exhales slowly, adjusting to its girth. It’s the third largest out of the six in his collection; all lined up in size order inside of the wardrobe in his chambers, all a transparent blue colour with varying colours of jewels on their bottoms. With no heavy training today, Kylo had selected the third largest to keep in, to feel something inside of him, and imagine that it’s Hux’s cock.

‘You fit around me so well,’ he imagines Hux whispering to him, his fingers withdrawing then pushing the plug back in. ‘Look at you. All muscle and all pink. What a sight you are, Ren.’

Kylo grasps his cock then, pumping it, whispering ‘yes, Hux, yes, fuck me,’ to himself as he brings himself to his climax, gasping as he imagines Hux spilling inside of him, spreading his come across Kylo’s perineum and leaving him dripping, forcing a plug back in to hold it inside his little bitch.

Kylo climaxes hard, heels digging into the bed, milking his own cock at the mere thought of bottoming for Hux.

A fantasy.

After a day of meetings with the Supreme Leader, briefings with officers regarding stratagem for forthcoming ground assaults and a long meditation session with his Knights, Kylo is eager to get back to his quarters, change clothes, and meet Hux for dinner in the latter’s grand chambers; being General means that requesting a candlelit meal with the finest foods on board a Star Destroyer isn’t impossible. Kylo smiles at the image. Maybe he’ll even stop by one of the officer’s kiosks on the lower decks and purchase some flowers for his lover, bring a smile to both their faces.

He opens the door to his rooms, removing his robes and boots before the door has closed, keen to adorn his finest and most expensive suit and bask in Hux’s presence.

But there’s something tickling the edge of his consciousness; another mind is nearby, familiar and warm. And it’s louder than it’s ever been.

Panic and confusion rising, Kylo strides into his bed chambers, and his stomach sinks at the sight.

Hux, clad in his own finest clothes—a navy suit, white shirt and black tie—is perched on the edge of Kylo’s bed, legs elegantly crossed, and the thickest of Kylo’s plugs is being examined by his sharp eyes.

“You know,” Hux says, staring at the toy in his hand. “I would guess that a man shrouded in as much mystery as you would have his secrets, but a collection of anal toys would not be my first guess.”

Kylo’s gaze flicks to behind Hux to where his arrangement of plugs and beads and dildos sit proudly in the red velvet-lined cupboard, its doors open, revealing his secret collection to the galaxy.

“Why are you in here?” Kylo snaps, raising his hand and slamming the cupboard doors with the Force.

“I thought I’d surprise you. We always meet in my quarters so I believed a change would be nice. But if that’s all you’re going to say, Ren, then I’m going to leave and not look back,” Hux huffs.

Kylo frowns. “You’re upset?”

“Confused, really.” Hux holds the plug up between them. “This little collection is yours, and you use them on yourself, I’m presuming, unless you’re seeing someone else behind my back and indulging in some form of anal training—”

“I’m not cheating on you, Hux.”

Hux stares at him for a moment, considering him, but nods. “I believe you.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Kylo stands awkwardly in the doorway, feeling as though the plug inside of him has grown three sizes since this conversation began, arousing him.

“In all the months we’ve been seeing each other, you haven’t once expressed interest in this sort of thing. You’ve always been on top, always been the dominant one, but you’ve got a secret stash of toys that scream that you like your asshole played with. I don’t know what to think. Have I been treating you wrong? Are you unhappy in our relationship? Unsatisfied?”

“Don’t put it like that,” Kylo says, scrunching his nose. “Of course I’m not. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”

“So what’s this?”

Kylo swallows hard, being fully aware of how conflicting his actions are. He shifts awkwardly, leaning back against the doorframe and finally looks at the thick plug in Hux’s hand.

“I…like bottoming,” Kylo mutters.

“You…what? Since when?”

“Since I did both in my younger years and found I get off more on being the…receiver.” Kylo shakes his head. “But you. You prefer it too. So I go with what you want. I don’t hate being the top. I just…It doesn’t matter.”

“Ren.”

Kylo looks up to Hux, finding him smiling, his eyes soft. The General stands up and strides towards Kylo, leaving the plug on the bed, leaving nothing else between them.

“Why didn’t you say something to me?” Hux asks. He reaches up to touch Kylo’s cheek, stroking it softly.

“I didn’t want to ask something of you that you wouldn’t be comfortable with,” Kylo replies.

“And you’re convinced that I’d be unhappy with your desire to switch positions?”

“Yes. Of course,” Kylo wraps his fingers around Hux’s wrist and pulls his hand away. “I’ve seen the way you react when I fuck you. You love it.”

“Well, yes. I’m not going to deny that it’s my preference to be underneath my partners rather than be on top. But, Ren. For star’s sake. People switch positions. They share roles to keep the other satisfied and keep things interesting. I’m not against fucking you. In fact, I think your ass would look spectacular with my cock inside you.”

Kylo can’t help but chuckle at Hux’s bluntness, cock stirring in his trousers at the words that he’s only fantasied about hearing.

“My big, strong Knight,” Hux whispers, combing through Kylo’s unruly hair as he leans in to kiss him, lips brushing. Kylo’s breath hitches. “Imagine what your firm thighs will look like around my thin waist. Imagine me using all of my strength to keep your legs spread open. Imagine my weight upon you like a feather.”

“I already have, and I love it,” Kylo smirks, devouring Hux’s lips in a hungry kiss before his lover has the chance to react.

Kylo moans, sliding his hands around Hux’s hips as his mind is filled with images of Hux topping him in every single manner; shoving his cock down his throat, eating his ass out until Hux’s saliva is dripping down his perineum, then the General’s balls slapping against his skin as he’s fucked into their bedsheets, filled with Hux’s come until his tummy is inflated—an exaggeration but Kylo won’t lie to himself and say he hasn’t fantasised about being bloated with Hux’s seed.  

“Ah, and another thing,” Hux says, breaking the kiss. “I noticed a gap in your collection. As though one of your plugs missing.”

“Um,” Kylo blushes. “It’s in.”

“Oh,” Hux moans, eyebrow arched. “My filthy boy is that eager, is he?”

Kylo’s ass clenches, cock leaking, and he groans through gritted teeth.

“I think we’ll skip dinner,” Hux whispers, moving his hands around to grasp hold of Kylo’s ass cheeks, squeezing hard. “It would seem as though my meal is already here.”

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A master list of Kylux fanfics

Here is a list compiled straight from my bookmarks on ao3 of all fanfics that include kylo ren, hux, and a little bit of Kylo x Ren as well. This list also has redemption fics that focus more on Han and Ben having healing time

(I’ve tried to say what each one is kind of about and the completion status)

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Kylo has only ever had really rough, quick sexual encounters in the past and has come to think of sex as a frantic, kind of painful ordeal. In fact, he's relieved to put physical relationships on the back burner for a bit while he trains under Snoke.

Then he meets General Hux, and his feelings stir, and it turns out Hux reciprocates those feelings - or is, at the very least, mildly interested in him physically. He braces himself for their first encounter, expecting Hux to be like his previous partners. He might even be worse, given his ice-cold demeanor the way he runs the ship.

But it turns out Hux is a very sensual person who loves to draw sex out and make his partners come as many times as possible before he even thinks about penetration. Kylo finds his attentions - kissing and touching and rubbing - overwhelming at first.

"Um, H-Hux? You don't have to - ah! - do all of t-that, y-you could just, um - I mean, I'm-I'm ready."

Hux pauses, barely one knuckle deep inside Kylo.

"Nonsense, Kylo; you're nowhere near ready for my cock. Now, why don't you just sit there and look pretty while I make you feel good, hm? Can you do that for me?"

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One of my favourite tropes in Kylux fics is where Snoke is fed up of their bickering so he sends them on a pointless mission so they have to learn to ‘get along’ as co-commanders but they go one step further and return from the mission as boyfriends.

Or even better, married.

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One of my favourite tropes in Kylux fics is where Snoke is fed up of their bickering so he sends them on a pointless mission so they have to learn to ‘get along’ as co-commanders but they go one step further and return from the mission as boyfriends.

Or even better, married.

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Kylux is so funny because if they both just got over themselves for like 5 minutes and looked at what they each really wanted and worked together, they could be happy both individually and together, but they’re both too stupid and proud to even consider it

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Kylo: Hux asked me to be his fake date at a dinner with his father so he could avoid the “are you seeing anyone” questions.

Phasma: I’ve seen enough romcom-holos to know how this is going to end.

Kylo: It’s exactly what I’m counting on. Wish me luck.

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honestly Anakin and Padmé’s secret marriage has so much comedy potential and TCW did not take advantage of that at all

I’m talking ridiculous sitcom hijinks

Anakin diving out of Padmé’s high rise Coruscanti apartment in his knickers to avoid getting caught

Padmé sneaking into the Temple to hang out with her husband, gets caught by some random Jedi, claims she’s there to meet... uh... Master Yoda??? Gets roped into having tea with him for the next 4 hours

They get sent on some diplomatic mission together... (with Ahsoka maybe?). it all goes tits up as per usual... they *have* to kiss to avoid getting caught. they get super into it. Ahsoka coughs loudly like “the bad guys have been gone for five minutes”

Someone asks Anakin why he’s visiting Padmé’s apartment. he claims he’s there to fix her washing machine. Ends up doing odd jobs for every single resident of 500 Republica to keep his cover

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star wars this star wars that when are you going to star-t getting some bitches

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the empire has been getting real creative with its propaganda lately