#little bit of kylux

[sparrowseagles]

surely this has been pointed out before but one of the best ship dynamics is this:

character A sends every email with the "sent from my iPhone" bit at the end. they just don't fkn care, or may not even be aware that it's there.

character B would rather die than send an email from a phone, let alone leave the "sent from my iPhone" sentence

[tomatette]

Good news

for those who are annoyed by all the Hux poll propaganda I've been posting and clogging the tags with lately. I get you, I know I can be very, very annoying.

Anyway, here's a way to avoid them if you want to.

Just blacklist the tag #huxy poll propavaganza

I'll try to tag them consistently. Emphasis on try.

For all those who are wondering: Does she really think Hux is the hottest Star wars character?

My reply is: Does it matter?

That being said: I heard of rumours that bots might have been involved in the surprising success of one ginger general.

Personally, I choose to believe that he keeps hanging on from round to round because of

YOU.

You, who spread the love.

You, who take part in the propaganda.

You, who ask your unsuspecting aunts, room-mates and janitors to vote for Hux.

You, who click the little button yourself, even though you maybe don't even like him and just think the whole idea is hilarious.

But if - just if - there's somebody out there going out of their way to use? set up? (what is the correct term, help me out lol) bots to tamper with the vote - please don't.

Let's all have fun together and not fight, yes?

Thank you for reading <3 Blacklist to your hearts content, oh ... and if you want to see all the promo posts in one place, just click this link

[blackberry-command-cap]

hear me out hux is like a ginger gold apple

its skin is cold and unbroken and perfect except if you look really closely you can see a tiny pink flush interrupting that. And you'd think based on how perfect it looks that it would be crisp and sharp on the inside but nooo it's actually really fragile, so easy to slip a knife into the side and break it apart and then when you chew it up it's all mushy and sweet

[kyluxtrashpit]

In order to try to stave off The Agonies, I decided to draw a post of mine from a while ago so I could have Kylo holding hands with his 12 boyfriends (added Ben cause boy needs a little self-love too) at the same time thanks to the power of the Force (I also recommend full-sizing cause damn this is a big piece lmao)

[cc-kote]

I've gotten some real fuckin sweet comments on my fics lately and it's rly helped get me back on track w cleaning up my rough drafts and I'm so super excited abt it. I spent all day bangin out the next chapter for The Unforgivable and holy shit man, I fucking love writing for Hux's snooty ass. He's so fuckin silly and snarky and coming up with dialogue for him has me grinning from ear to ear every time, I'm so happy to be working on this story again.

[armitagehuxsleepschedule]

not enough kylux content touches on the class disparity between them and this is a silly tragedy. like that's gotta factor in a little bit to why hux hates kylo so much. like "oh, so this wealthy core republic politician's son descended from alderaanian royalty and naboo nobility can flout all the rules and regulations and face zero consequences for it huh?? of course he doesn't care that his tantrums are hurting the budget, bourgeoisie scum"

[captainpains]

Meet Cute (Kylux)

For the @kyluxshortshorts. Enjoy🖤🧡

Prompt: Public Transit

Warnings: Modern AU, yearning, meet cute, strip clubs, Hux is a stripper,

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Armitage Hux, despite what some may think, was perfectly fine with taking public transit. He had grown up in London, a city with excellent public transportation, at least when compared to the US. He was lucky to live in New York City, one of the few places with any public transit. He was used to the filth and the rush hour crowds, used to the oddness of some of the fellow patrons.

However, he could do without the shoving.

A particularly harsh shove to his front caused him to bump into the person behind him, namely what felt like that person’s guitar case.

“I’m terribly sorr-” Hux turned to the side to apologize, but was utterly dumbfounded by the attractive beast of a man that was behind him. He was very tall, taller than himself, and broad. He was wearing all black and was clearly into the punk aesthetic, with an eyebrow piercing, layered chain necklaces, and jean vest. He also had very muscular arms that were covered in tattoos. 

“It’s alright.” The man said – in a smooth, deep voice – as he picked up his guitar case that was leaning against him.

“I hope your guitar is okay.” Hux blurted out, still a little gobsmacked that this stranger was so handsome.

“No, it’ll be okay. A little knock wouldn't hurt it; it is a Gibson.” He gave the case a little pat before grabbing the handle. “Oh, I like your accent by the way, sounds kinda sexy.”

And with that the handsome stranger exited the subway at the next stop.

Now, Hux had only expected to see this man once. He sees hundreds of people a week just on the subway. What were the odds of seeing him again?

Well, a couple of weeks later, he saw that same man when he was working at his second job, at the strip club. He had lost shame about his stripping back in university, when his father cut him off it became the best way to earn money on a busy class schedule. However, partners in the past had shown their great distaste for his occupation, calling him a whore and demanding he quit for them. He had always refused, feeling hurt over the lack of trust in him, especially because he had never been dishonest about it. Hux was worried that this dark, handsome stranger would be the same, even though he probably would not ask the other man out or even remember him. So, he was sitting at the bar, chatting with Phasma, the bartender.

“So, are you going to tell me why you are avoiding that biker gang?” Phasma asked, pointing at the table that had Mr. Subway at it.

“You remember that guy from the metro I told you about? He’s sitting over there, and I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of him again. Besides, I can make up the money this weekend.”

“Really? I mean one of those guys had been staring at you since you took the pole earlier. Maybe it’s him?”

“No, and even if it was, I doubt that he would remember me at all.”

“Well, he is coming this way. Better put on a pretty smile.”

Hux glared at her. He turned his face away from the approaching man, wanting to

“Can I get a Long Island Iced Tea?” The sardonic voice that has permeated his recent dreams asked.

Hux cringed a little bit hearing it. He should not have been dreaming about this stranger reassuring and praising him. 

“Do I know you?” Mr. Subway asked, clearly directed at Hux. Hux took a deep breath before turning to face him, and he was as handsome as he remembered, eyebrow piercing and all.

“No, I don’t believe you do,” came his answer. Mr. Subway’s brown eyes gave the smallest flash of hurt before it vanished and he put on a cavalier smile.

“I’m Kylo, Kylo Ren,” he said. “And I’d remember your pretty hair anywhere. You bumped into me on the subway, but I wouldn’t expect you to remember, probably talk to guys twice as attractive as me everyday.”

“No! You are twice as attractive as them.” Hux had to actually cover his mouth after that. He wanted nothing more than to be swallowed by the floor.”

“Thanks, Red.” Kylo smirked. Phasma then placed his drink in front of him. Hux looked at her with pleading eyes, wanting to be put out of his misery. 

“So, Red, how’s it going?”

Hux found Kylo fairly easy to talk to – and by that he means causing him to ramble on and on about his projects at his other job and his cat. Kylo was kind enough to listen to him, and cheerly answered his own chit chat questions. Hux learned that he was a part of a band, where he played lead guitar. He worked at a mechanic’s shop, and his favorite color was black. 

“Hey, Kylo, we're gonna head out soon. But you can stay with your little boyfriend if you want.” One of Kylo’s friends interjected into their conversation.

“No, man, I’ll only be a minute.” Kylo replied. He then grabbed a napkin from the bar counter and scribbled down his number on it.

“Give me a call, I’d love to take you out sometime.”

Hux’s heart fluttered as he accepted the napkin with Kylo’s number on it. With a wink and a smirk, Kylo left the club with the rest of his friends.

“Armie’s got a crush!”

“Oh, shut up, Phas.”

[hux-and-gay]

Kylux Short Shorts Fest 2024: Day 4: Not You

Never Love You

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Pls reblog I don’t have A03 yet.

Part 1 of 2

Warning: Sexual references, angst, breakup, not a happy ending

Kylo grabbed his cowl preparing for his departure. His boots sounded heavy against the transpresteel, like he was putting extra weight on every step. Something had him tense but he wasn’t sure what. The door slid open and he jerked his head up, a bit too violently, but the tightness in his shoulders eased when he saw the familiar face of General Hux. 

“Armitage,” He said walking towards him and out stretching an arm to caress his chin. “Come to say goodbye~” He added coyly. But the man didn’t swoon as he normally did, In fact Ren realized he hadn’t in a while. They had both been so busy they barely had time for one another, part of it was his fault he knew, but they’d spent time apart before and there had never been much of an issue.

“So you’re doing this again?” Hux commented dryly, his expression remained empty.

“What? Flirting with my handsome boyfriend?” He asked smirking, But Hux only glared at him.

“You’re more stupid than I thought.”

“Oh stop being like that,” Kylo ran his hand through Hux’s fiery locks pulling them loose so they fell in front of his face. Hux always loved that, at least he used to. This time Hux yanked his head away, brushing his hair out of his face. Kylo persisted, pressing his chest against the shorter man, reaching his arms around him and gently stroking his back, slipping Hux’s jacket off his shoulders. He could feel the tension in his body. Hux wouldn’t even look him in the eye. “Babe, relax. Whatever it is that's bothering you, I’ll make it better.”

“Oh I doubt it, it’s had several years to get better and it never has.” He scoffed crossing his arms, ignoring Kylo’s advances.

“Why do I feel like you're messing with me… Love, you can tell me, I know just how to make you feel better.” Kylo said as he palmed Hux’s ass gently, his large hand sliding perfectly into place. Hux didn’t flinch, instead, he scowled. “Hux you’re doing this on purpose.”

“Oh forgive me for not swooning,” He sneered. “Sex isn’t the fix to everything you know.”

“But it can help~” Kylo insisted a sultry smile slipping onto his face as he gripped him harder, soliciting a sharp gasp from the man

“Ha! You're always the same, think with your dick instead of your head.” Hux shook his head and tried to pull away. 

“Yeah good luck acting like you’re any different,”Kylo huffed. He was starting to get annoyed now.

“Oh so mature. You know, unlike you I can show restraint.” He bit out angrily.

“Oh I know, You like being restrained~” Kylo said dragging his hand lazily across the man’s chest wanting too greedily rip away his uniform even though they hardly had the time.

“Stars, How bad can you be at reading a room? Hmm, let's see how deep you dig this hole of yours.” Hux glared up at him with disapproval, the sharpness in his voice could cut glass. Kylo let go and stepped back feeling guilty.

“Armitage, what's going on? This isn’t you. Even when we were busy before we always made time for each other, and when we were mad, we’d fuck and things would be fine. Now you talk to me so little I feel like you’re avoiding me, and you stopped coming to my quarters to sleep. There’s something troubling you, but I promised I wouldn’t look into your head, so please, please tell me.” He wanted to reach out and grab him, shake him, but he felt it would not be appropriate to touch him again.

“Yes you care now because I’m not giving you attention, Is that it? If you must know I did come to bid you farewell. You are leaving aren’t you?”

Kylo blinked. “Y-Yeah I am. Sorry I was overreacting wasn’t I?” He sighed with relief maybe Hux wasn’t mad at him after all, he had just been focusing on work, and that was it.

“Oh yes, I’m not mad at the fact that you're abandoning your duties to hunt down useless relics, Not at all.” He spoke, his tone acidic, his stare even more so. Kylo felt his anger beginning to surface, he and Hux had been over this a thousand times, talking in circles, they had just agreed they would never find common ground on the subject. the fact that Hux would bring it up?

“It’s not useless Hux! I wouldn’t leave if it weren’t important!” His anger flared, he could feel his hands balling into fists. He knew he could not hold back much longer and he knew Hux knew that too.

“We’re moments from victory! What’s more important than being here in our time of triumph?” Hux shook his head adjusting his jacket to rest on his shoulders again.

“What I’m doing will lead to our victory! You just can’t see it yet!” Kylo paced angrily around the room opening and closing his hands trying to calm himself.

“What I see is a hypocrite!” Hux growled. 

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“Am I?” He questioned walking up to Kylo. “The man who always preaches about burying the past is chasing treasures from a bygone era because some nightmares told him to. You can’t kill your past and chase Vader’s legacy, they’re opposite goals.”

“They’re not nightmares!” He howled. “They’re visions! Voices! The Force is calling me, you wouldn’t understand.” He shook his head gritting his teeth.

“Don’t lecture me on the force Ren, If I don’t understand then make me. Tell me how I should see it.” 

“You should see it as me helping the order. What I’m doing will ensure that we can come out on top, crush the resistance, like you always say.” He placed his hand on Hux’s shoulder trying to show he didn’t want to yell anymore. He didn’t want to keep going like this.

“Like I always say? Helping the order? Helping the order is being here, doing your job. If you didn’t want the responsibilities of being Supreme leader you should have thought of that before killing Snoke. Oh yes, I know it wasn’t the scavenger girl, you didn’t do very well to hide It.” He scowled frowning deeply as he jerked Kylo’s hands off of him.

“I’m sure the order can manage in my absence, or do you think you can’t handle things on your own?” He added. He knew it was rude, petty even, but he didn’t care anymore.

“Insulting me now, are you? Always have to see yourself as the hero, Everyone’s glorious savior. I don’t need saving. I know how to play my part, you’d do well to know yours or you might find yourself like Snoke, dead and powerless.”

Kylo stepped back, anger consuming him. What was Hux saying? Would he really be that heartless to his own partner? “Are you threatening me? Hux are you threatening to kill me? Even after all we’ve been through? I’m doing this for you! Why can’t you see that!”

“Doing this for me?” Hux laughed. “Ren all I ever asked you to do was stay!” Kylo could hear the hurt in his voice, Hux didn’t feel like Kylo was abandoning the order, he felt like Kylo was abandoning him. He wanted to reassure him but he couldn’t, he was too stubborn, too prideful, they both were.

“You just don’t understand, I have to do this, this is bigger than anything, bigger than the war, bigger than the order.” 

Hux froze. “So it’s not me?” 

Kylo was confused. “What?”

“You’re not doing this for me, for the order, you're not doing this to win the war, you’re doing this for yourself.” He poked Kylo’s chest in an accusatory manner. “I used to think we had the same goals-“

“We do!” Kylo cut him off.

“No, if you leave, you’ve made your decision. This isn’t about making the order better, this is about proving some thing to yourself because you can still can’t get over the fact that there’s still some of your parents in you.”

“I- YOU’RE SO INSUFFERABLE!” He screamed stopping on the ground, Hux stumbled back. Kylo hadn’t thought he used the force, but he must have.

“I Could say the same to you.” Hux said, regaining his footing and crossing his arms.

Kylo took a deep breath. He couldn’t keep doing this, getting angry until he hurt the people he loved. That was the old him, what he used to do. Once he was calm enough he spoke again. “What is this, what are we doing?” 

“Arguing, we do that alot lately.” Hux stated blankly.

“Hux why are we together?” Kylo took a deep breath. It hurt to say but It was a question he needed answered. 

“Good point. I’m breaking up with you.” Hux answered unceremoniously, as if he hadn’t put any thought in it at all.

Kylo panicked. “WAIT WHAT?”

“We always argue, you never listen, we don’t work. If there's no reason for us to be together, then let’s not be together.” Kylo had to admit he did have a point, but he loved Hux, Hux did too, at least that's what he had thought, but he had broken it so quickly, Maybe Kylo had been blind all along.

“You’d leave just like that?”

“As far as I’m concerned, you already left.” Hux said turning his back to him.

“You can’t do this to me! I WON’T LET YOU LEAVE!” He yelled after him, but Kylo just couldn’t force him to stay.

“Oh and you can keep this,” Hux slipped his ring off his finger, the ring Kylo had given him, the ring that he was meant to keep forever, and he threw it to the floor. The cold metal band clattered against the transprestell and rolled to Kylo’s feet. He stared at it, hearing Hux’s footsteps walk away from him. He gripped his head in his hands trying to hold back but he yelled “I’LL NEVER LOVE YOU AGAIN!”

The force of his yell threw Hux back, tumbling through the door. He’d seen Snoke do it before but he never knew what it felt like to do himself. His chest hurt, his throat felt tight. He couldn’t bare to look at Hux sprawled out on the ground, blown back by the blast so he used the force and shut his door quickly. As soon as he was alone tears streamed down his face making his eyes sting. He gripped his saber hilt, and the blade flickered to life. He wanted so badly to stab it through his heart, or the empty pit where it should be, but he drove it through the wall instead. This was it, there was no coming back from this. A broken relationship, of broken men, it had always been made to shatter.

@lessdenied @fives-ren @jaynesilver @thegeneralorder @diabollicallyangelic

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@dragonflies-draw-flame @hpdmism @fridayincarnate @tomatette

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@bostarsky

@kyluxshortshorts

[casp1an-sea]

i’be drawn a bit these past few days and I keep forgetting to post about it

I redrew my Star Wars OC

Gen Mentel

I know crazy right? Not Kylux! I’ve been working on editing a fic of him for a while, surprisingly I didn’t change anything with his design I just redrew it

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[littleststarfighter]

Hey, I mean this gently but you posted a similar vent back in the kylux era. It is not that people have a preference for “cartoony” artists or “realistic” artists (and stylized art is a skill- I do think you can be a bit patronizing about it when you vent). Really gently, I think you’re a little in your own head about it. Selling your art is a skill. You need to show people you are willing to meet them halfway- it is okay if you are not and all you want to do is make MCR art right now, but that means some of us may have to make choices about budgeting. I know I only have so much extra money as a consumer, and I want to spend it on current hobbies and fandoms. If I know an artist takes monthly requests or commissions on the Patreon I pledged to, then I can spend my time and money there! But if our interests aren’t really the same anymore, then I might have to move on to an artist who can accommodate me. Especially if the artist I followed doesn’t appear to be returning to our shared fandom anytime soon. I don’t think this is about your ability as an artist. Selling art is just hard.

Sorry if it seems patronising. And sorry if my posts seemed to suggest I look down on cartoony art. I think having a cartoony style is a massive skill, it's hard. It's one I wish I had myself as I'm a huge comic book fan. And yeah i dod get in my own head about that D:

I understand that you'll choose what you can afford and that's okay. I'm not judging people for doing what they want with their money. I understand budgets and wanting what the heart wants. Especially when we're all struggling. I was getting low because I was feeling I wasn't offering what people wanted. Then I felt worse because I wanted what I did to be worth their money and support. I knew that I wasn't hitting that. Even when I was drawing Steddie. So I don't blame people for choosing to support people who will give them what they follow them for. I blame myself for being one of these artists who can only draw what I feel most for at that one time. It's been Frerard over Steddie recently I know. I'm just frustrated at myself for not balancing things more for my paterons. That and my lack of commission or requests. On commissions it's the pricing that's stopped me because I don't know what to charge. When I add up hours to draw vs UK min wage. It looks expensive and I really don't want to be expensive. So I've been trying to work it all out and it's taken ages. I realise that MCR isn't everyone's cup of tea either. But I got distracted because that fandom was helping me through a dark spot after my mum's passing.

[mortisal]

So I drew this a while ago and I was too nervous to share it but.... the Kylux fandom seems really nice so I wanna say thanks to them anyway I can for all the happiness they give me with their efforts ;_;

This is actually this specific scene from this fic by @jaynesilver because boy, it just ripped my little heart in two.

“Why not?” Ren moves across to Hux, kneeling in front of him. “Hux...I don't want five days. I want...” He gulps with mighty force. “I want every day.” Ren's eyes are chrome with reflected tears in the firelight, like little bits cut out of metal. “Ren...” Hux chokes back his own tears. “We aren't the people that get every day.” Ren's tears do spill, now, fracturing mirrors running down his cheeks. “I want to be.” “I know you do,” Hux says, his own tears slicing hot paths down his face. “I wish we were.” Ren crumples, sobs around Hux's knees, arms thrown in Hux's lap. “Please, Hux...say it. Say...say that you love me,” he begs. He tilts his face back up to Hux, his eyes wild. “I'm being torn apart." "I know," Hux whispers. "But it will only hurt us both more if I do."

[dragonflies-draw-flame]

For prompts: Secret Relationship/Otherworldly/In Another Life. 2,309 words.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Grand Marshal Armitage Hux, Alpha Kylo Ren, Omega Armitage Hux, Unexpected Heat, Weird space fruit as lube, Oral Sex, Unexpected Soft Kylux, I didn't see that coming either

Summary: A gift received during diplomatic negotiations unexpectedly sends Hux into heat. Ren is more than happy to assist him.

Read below or on AO3.

“A gift for you, Grand Marshal.”

A small platter was slid before him, upon it a shockingly pink, fuzzy-looking fruit. It was sliced decoratively, its muted green insides gently oozing dewy droplets.

Hux concealed his confused displeasure. This fruit was not on the list of expected dishes Mitaka had painstakingly prepared for him, and Hux did not like taking risks with unknown foods.

The ambassador leaned forward at his hesitation, a webbed hand gesturing reassuringly.

“A delicacy for you, Grand Marshal, to…ease the proceedings.”

Hux already felt very confident of the success of their proceedings so far—the planetary council had agreed to more of Hux's terms than he had expected, but not wanting to spoil the extensive progress he had made by causing offense at the refusal of some culturally-significant fruit, he glanced discreetly at Ren.

Just eat it, Hux, came Ren's voice, startlingly clear in Hux's head as always. It has a very positive Force energy. I don't believe it means you any harm.

Hux almost strained his eyeballs from the effort it took not to visibly roll them. How the kriff can a fruit have a “positive Force energy”? he sent back, mustering a tight smile at his host and taking up his fork.

The fruit was sweet, thankfully, and slightly tangy, rich like the salted confections his mother used to sneak him when he was young. Hux swallowed a bit harder than necessary, and quickly ate the rest.

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Negotiations and three-day conversation finally concluded, Hux was more than grateful to return to the Finalizer. He slipped back into his Grand Marshal uniform, thankful to be out of the ceremonial garb he had worn for the visit, no matter how much Ren had complimented him and grabbed his ass and eagerly stripped it off of him after hours.

The bridge came to attention immediately upon his arrival. Updates were given, decisions made, personnel dispatched. Hux stood before the endless stretch of stars beyond the viewport, lips curved, confident in the conquest that lay before him and Ren.

He was allowed exactly seven minutes of such imperial bliss before it was abruptly shattered.

A flush, first, creeping across his cheeks and then across his cheeks. He shifted, adjusting his stance discreetly. Then, dampness. So little as to be almost imperceptible, but enough to cause Hux's heart to begin to pound, a steady thrum in his veins.

No, he thought, his fingers tightening where they wrapped around his wrist. Impossible.

Then, suddenly: not impossible. A gush of hot slick, warm and wet and running down the inside of his jodhpurs.

He paled, panic rising in his chest. His suppressants always worked flawlessly. How in the sith hells could he be going into heat right then?!

The sudden sick memory of the dewy pink fruit came to mind, and the ambassador's accented words: to ease the proceedings. His lip curled, furious.

“Mitaka!” Hux barked, spinning, stalking towards his office at the fastest speed decorum would allow.

Mitaka was one of exactly three people on the Finalizer that knew of Hux's omega status. Ren and Phasma were the other two.

Mitaka all but sprinted into Hux's office after him, eyes wide. “Yes, sir?” he squeaked.

“Lieutenant, your report about the culinary customs of HV-482 did not report anything about a small pink fruit, with pale green flesh and apparently served as a delicacy.” Mitaka’s reports were normally exceptionally thorough. “Do you have anything to say about that?”

Mitaka blanched. “Um—ah—”

Hux gritted his teeth. “Quickly, Lieutenant. Do you know it or not?”

Mitaka’s shoulders trembled. “Ah, a pink fruit with—with green flesh?” he stammered. “Um—sir—”

“Mitaka!” Hux’s voice may have been a bit shrill, but he did not have time for deliberations. He could feel slick dripping down, warm and sticky, past his knees. “Spit it out!”

“Well, sir, yes, I, um, was aware of the fruit.” Mitaka lifted his chin, blinking rapidly. “It's an unusual delicacy that is only served specifically to omegas in diplomatic settings if, um, the hosts determine the visiting parties are a, um…involved couple.”

Hux could not help the heat that bloomed across his cheeks. Mitaka didn't seem to notice, or perhaps he just took it as evidence of Hux's rage, because he continued, nervously.

“So, I, ah, did not want to compromise your privacy by alluding to your, um, secondary gender in my report. Especially because it was not pertinent, because you and the Supreme Leader are not, um…together.” Mitaka swallowed audibly, wetting his lips. “And you dislike unnecessary information, so I omitted it. Because it was…not pertinent. As I said.” He flicked his eyes up to Hux, as if for desperate confirmation.

Hux was well-past the point of pretending. His uniform was starting to cling to him, suffocating, and that familiar heat was wrapping its irritating tendrils around his abdomen. The insides of his legs were now streaked with slick, down inside his pristine jackboots.

He brought his fingers to his temple, taking in a deep breath through his nose.

“Comm Leader Ren immediately,” he gritted out. “Tell him to meet me in my quarters. I will deal with the bridge on my way out.”

Mitaka’s eyes went as round as his gaping mouth. “Oh. Oh.��� His voice wavered. “Um. Yes. Sir.”

Hux swept past him.

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In his quarters Hux immediately began to strip, desperate to get his soaked undergarments off. His greatcoat was hung up as respectfully as possible, his tunic undone with fumbling fingers. His hands shook as he stumbled getting his foot into his boot jack, bracing himself on the wall for support, trying to breathe.

How the fuck could this have happened? He was in no position to go into heat now, not when he and Ren had so many more important matters to attend to. They had recovered in the wake of Starkiller’s destruction and Ren's ascension as Supreme Leader, but there was an immeasurable amount of work still to be done.

He set his boots down, toes forward, lining them up as best he could with his blood rushing in his head and slick dripping down to his ankles and his cock as hard as duracrete. It would have to do. He could fix them and everything else later, when this ridiculous inconvenience was taken care of.

Once he had been thoroughly and unremittingly fucked.

Hux grumbled, clenching his jaw, damning his biology yet again.

He was down to his briefs when he heard the chime of the door moments later. The presence of an alpha called to Hux like an irritating siren song, and he practically ran to the doorway of his bedroom, uncertain whether he wanted to shout at Ren first or jump his bones.

Or maybe both at once. Hux excelled at multitasking, after all. His ire was up, quavering in his very blood, and his libido so vibrant he thought his dick would explode. Both, he thought. Definitely both.

Kylo's face stopped him in his tracks, however. His dark eyes were bright, curious, his expression confused but awestruck. Beautiful, Hux's lust-addled brain unhelpfully supplied.

Ren’s lips parted when he saw Hux, looking him up and down, taking in his quivering, pinked chest, his drenched briefs, his pale legs lined with shimmering trails of slick.

Ren sucked in a breath, coming closer as if in a trance, eyes never leaving Hux's body. His nose twitched as he sniffed lightly.

“You're—you…” His mouth hung open, wordless wonder writ on that strange face.

Much to his annoyance, Hux blushed, as if he could possibly get any redder. He had not been through a heat since starting his whirlwind of a relationship with Ren two years ago.

He hadn't allowed himself the time for one.

“Yes, Ren,” he snapped, trying to save face. “I’m in heat. I hope you're fucking happy.” He clung to the door frame with white-knuckled hands, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to physically attack Ren, to shove that stupid enormous prick of his inside of himself immediately. “‘Positive Force energy’? ‘Doesn’t mean me any harm’?!”

“Hux—” Ren put up his hands, took a step closer.

“It’s because of you that I'm in this predicament, Ren!” Hux spat, livid. “What’s the use of your kriffing space wizardry if you can't protect me from karking heat-inducing fruit?!”

“Hux—”

“No, Ren!” Hux snarled. “I don't need this right now! We don't need this right now!”

Ren stepped closer, his hands reaching for Hux's waist. Hux trembled with the effort it took not to go to him.

“The galaxy will not stop for a fucking heat, so why should I?” Hux’s lips quivered. He wanted to die from the shame. His resolve broke. “Look at me, Ren,” he whimpered. “I'm disgusting. It's disgusting. I'm—”

Ren grabbed him, pulling Hux into his arms, against his ridiculous chest. Hux surrendered, burying his face into the dip of Ren’s collarbone, humiliated.

“You're amazing, Hux,” Ren whispered. “You look amazing. You smell amazing.” He tipped Hux's head up to meet his eyes. “I didn't think I could want you any more than I already did, but…” He glanced down over Hux's body, huffing out a breath and shaking his head. “Fuck.”

Hux searched Ren's face with trepidation, certain he was being ridiculed. Then Ren shifted his hips, and the long, hard intrusion into Hux's thigh cleared his doubts at once.

“Kylo—” he gasped, breathless.

“Shh,” Ren murmured, taking Hux by the shoulders and stepping back a pace. He knelt. “Let me.”

“I—”

“Hux,” Ren interrupted, with an edge of exasperation. “For once. Just let me.”

Hux shut his mouth, peering down at Ren with as little suspicion as he could muster.

Ren raised his eyebrows. “Thank you,” he quipped.

Hux narrowed his eyes and bit his lip. He didn't think he had ever heard Ren thank anyone before.

Sitting back on his heels, Ren undid his cape, tossing it carelessly to the side. His gloves followed, and his belt, and his tunic, a haphazard pile of black on the floor. Hux stared at Ren's muscled chest with unabashed want, fingers itching to grope.

Ren leaned forward. He picked up Hux's right foot and brought it to his lips. Hux sucked in a breath, eyes wide.

Then Ren met his gaze, lashes lowered, and tilted his mouth over Hux's ankle, and suckled.

Hux whined at once, loudly, pathetically. He sagged against the doorway, durasteel cutting into his palms as he held on to it tightly, in utter disbelief at the Supreme Leader of the galaxy licking slick off his toes, that talented tongue slurping against Hux's skin like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

It was unbelievable. It was shocking. It was undeniably, overwhelmingly erotic. Hux tilted his body into him.

Ren licked up his calf, gentle lips on the curve of scant muscle there, his tongue hot and warm and soft against Hux's slick-streaked skin. Hux shuddered, wetness seeping out of him now, the fire in his belly raging. Ren pushed apart Hux's legs, nudged that big nose between his knees, and up the plane of his thigh, where the slick was now a solid sheet of dampness. His big fingers curled around Hux's leg, one possessively on Hux's narrow hip bone, another hand at the top of Hux's knee, holding him in place as he licked him clean.

Hux thought his heart might burst. He thought his brain might combust from the sensation, from the thought of Ren being so subservient, kneeling before him, cleaning him with his own mouth. Hux was, for once, well and truly speechless, and his mouth gaped, powerless to look away from the events unfolding before him.

Then Ren repeated the steps with Hux's other leg. More slick had already made its way down his clean leg, encouraged by Ren's ministrations, but Hux didn't dare move or speak. His eyes were impossibly wide, as awestruck as Ren’s had been when he entered Hux's quarters. His mind helpfully thought about what would happen when Ren got to the top of Hux's second leg, and how incredible that hot mouth would feel on his twitching cock, and his eyes fluttered shut, already impossibly close.

“I can do that,” Ren rumbled, amused.

Hux cracked open his eyes, squinting down at Ren, panting. He nodded, desperately.

Ren set Hux's leg down, hooked his fingers into the waistband of Hux's sodden briefs. He peeled them down and off, slowly, tantalizingly, dark eyes taking in the revealed skin before him. Hux held his breath as Ren leaned in to take the tip of his cock between those plush lips.

He never ceased to be amazed at how good Ren was at giving head. That mouth was practically made for sucking dick, and Hux thrust into it helplessly, unable to hold back any longer.

“Ren—oh, stars!”

His head tipped back against the doorframe, relief flooding his body as he finally, finally got glorious friction on his cock, and he sucked in great gasps of air, hands searching blindly to anchor themselves in Ren's thick waves.

“I'm—Ren—”

Let go, Hux, Ren's voice commanded in his head.

Pleasure crested through him as his orgasm took him, as he drove his hips into Ren's hollowed cheeks, fingers tangled tight in those dark curls, emptying himself into Ren's throat.

He could feel himself slip out of Ren's soft mouth after, those enormous hands loosening their grip on Hux's ass. He opened his eyes, looked down at Ren waiting below him, peering up at Hux as if for affirmation.

Hux tried to catch his breath, stroking Ren's hair, tucking it behind one large ear.

“Good boy,” he murmured, inspired.

Ren's eyes flashed. His cock throbbed noticeably in his leggings.

“Now get up here and fuck the kriff out of me,” Hux demanded.

@kyluxshortshorts

[part-timewonders]

i'll take some fic prompts either in replies or ask box! photos, words, lyrics, anything! you'll get a few sentences out of me, at least. just feeling like i need to stretch my muscles a little bit and get out of this writing rut.

ships:

kylux, gingerpilot, darkpilot (sw)

darklina (s&b)

jonsa (got)

prideshipping, scandalshipping, puppyshipping (ygo; i'll write almost anything except puzzle)

feydpaul (dune)

clegan (mota)

twiyor or damianya (sxf)

hell, i'll even take some wild cards from some of these fandoms, or older ones if you happen to remember my old fandoms lol

[cc-kote]

Heehoo I got halfway through the chapter I'm working on before I got distracted making a mock book cover for my fic.

[nonsensicalsoliloquy]

Ooh, please tell me more about Alien Kylo and Broodmare Hux!

(from WIP FOLDER game)

Hello, my dear, thanks for the ask!! I’m both appreciative and not surprised by your interest in my ‘Kylux AU—Alien Kylo and Broodmare Hux’ XD

This WIP is actually where my response to this last sentence tag game came from!

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First off, and most importantly, this is a filthy, ridiculous, purely self-indulgent PWP idea, and being both me and the fact I’ve let it sit in my head for well over a year, AND like 95% of that is STILL IN MY HEAD, it took on some attempts at sense and a touch of ‘plot’. Which is why ‘bullshitting alien medical science’ became much more of a thing than just because ‘this is reeeaaalllyy straining realistic credulity’ smut.

To be, uh, short:

General Hux and a group of his men were ‘captured’ after leaving a small, secluded FO base when they accidentally entered a corner of restricted space and, for the infraction, are to become a new batch of soon to be breeding hosts for a powerful and intelligent species who need compatible beings to both bear their young, as well as assist in heat cycles where the eggs they lay are not to be fertilized but need a partner to lay them in. (Alien) Kylo is (and comes from a family line) high up in the wealthy and influential ranks, so he’s one often offered first pick of partners when new batches (in his city) are ready. He doesn’t always take them up on it, but this time he does, as he’d had his eyes on Hux since they arrived.

Thus Hux’s new life takes on a second layer. Not just an alien species’ broodmare, but that of a seemingly high-ranking member of their elite.

Aaaaand…yeah. That was pretty much the initial PWP oneshot idea. The plot growth part developed more of Kylo’s background (just a tad) as well as his interest in Hux; some of the observations, experiences, and a bit of past for Hux; the ‘medical bullshit’ background for the hows and whys this is/can happen; as well as a future beyond that evident smut-a-palooza.

To be.. a little longer:

So, Alien Kylo here is not related at all to his canonverse background. There is still the Force, though it’s not touched on much, and his family line, etc. does still exist in a sense, but if you had to apply it in some form of vague parallel with ‘canon’, it’s a little more along the lines of Naboo/Kylo Amidala au stuff.

I haven’t figured out a name for his species nor their planet yet, but they’re an old, huge, well-developed, and wealthy planet with big influence in both above and below board trades. i.e. they work with respectable people in the Core and people like the First Order. One of several reasons for this is because they’re a prominent source of and power in medical research and development fields – not only for themselves, but numerous other species. This being because, a millennia(?) or so ago, their race was facing growing infertility issues, ones that could threaten to drive them to extinction.

In Kylo’s species, both males and females are capable of impregnating and being impregnated. They also are a species that lay eggs in their partner’s’ wombs (during heat periods with no intention to fertilize, as well as when wanting to do so). While working toward figuring out the reasons for the fertility decline, plus obviously helping their own, they simultaneously searched to find compatible species to serve as surrogate wombs.

One of the few compatible species are human males.

As for the appearance of Kylo’s species, they’re Dragon-like, though still not fully ‘developed’ yet in my head. Larger than your average human for sure, but typically not so much so that it’s outlandish. Kylo, of course, is larger than his usual, in both height and breadth. Their species is humanoid in form and relatively so in features; with things like a set of horns, longer tongues and sharper teeth, retractable claws and areas with scales and a change in skin color/tone/toughness, and sometimes eyes with black sclera. Also, of course, their (male) dicks are usually on the huge side and ridged (in all the 'right' ways XD) and they don’t really have testicles so much as a smaller sac/pouch in that general area that expands somewhat with eggs when in heat and preparing to lay them in a partner.

OH, on a filthy side note to the filthy filth: all ‘breeding partners’ are arranged in rooms where the walls are lined by, essentially, fancy glory holes. For all the crew to stick their asses out of for these alien VIPs (at first) to make use of. Yuuup… There will be SOME TAGS on this thing when it’s done.

Soooo… yeah. That was a lot of ‘teaser’ for what’s supposed to be a ridiculously self-indulgent, stupidly filthy PWP. Honestly, I got way too into those hows and whys with regard to the alien biology nonsense. Probably a bunch of stuff that won’t even end up in the fic whenever I get around to actually finishing it (or just writing more than a few freaking paragraphs :'C ).

Thank you again! :D

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Kylux, aftermath of torture

Part 1/2

When Kylo went back to the room Hux was sitting on the sofa covered with warm black blanket. With tea in one hand and uneaten ration bar in the other. Exactly how he left him an hour ago. He sighed quietly and kneeled down next to him.

"Your tea went cold Hux" He said trying to get his attention. Hux blinked and looked at him he placed cup and bar on the table next to him and sighed.

"i just.... "

"Its fine. I will get you another one"

“No. No. I will take IV." He rubbed his face.

"You should eat. "

"Give me a few more hours i will"

" Medics are threatening that they will put tube in you if you won't eat something. I am trying to spare you this"

"Yes i know. And i am trying to eat." He said irritated. "Maybe i should remind you that few hours ago i was tortured! And I... can't." He closed his eyes draping blanket over himself. Kylo sat on the ground crossing his legs. Giving him time. Hux took a deep breath. " I will try in a few minutes." He said at last. " What about rebels?"

"They have ran. "Hux pressed his lips together "But Phasma is on it. And my Kinghts. We will get them. And i will kill every one of them that dared to harm you Hux.."

"What are you even doing here Ren? Dosen't Supreme Leader have more important things to do? "

"No."

"No?"

"No. I don't have anything more important than you right now, Grand Marshall." He said softly. Oh, so softly. Hux wanted to scream. Hux wanted to hurt him. Badly. But there was something in him that was pleased. Because how predictable was Kylo... Oh how predictable.

"Is that so?" He snorted "if i knew tortures will get me promotion i would surrender myself ages ago." His words were loaded with venom. Kylo bit his lip.

"i.. Maybe i didn't think it through..."

"You never think Ren. What do you think all of them will assume? That you gave me a rank out of pity. Look little wounded Armitage at last got a proper rank. Let him play with new toys, so he wouldn't interfere adults talking."

"Its not like that. Maybe i didn't think it through but you deserve it. You do. And all of these jerks know that. And they are jealous Hux. They are so jealous that they gave you away to the rebels."

Hux froze in place.

"They... "

"Pryde, Canady, Peavey... " Hux was silent for solid five minutes breathing heavily. When his breath became even shorter Ren stood up and sat next to him. "Hux."

"Dead? All of them?"

"No. They are in holding cell. I... though you would like to do it by yourself" Hux nodded, threw blanket on the floor and stood up. "Hux"

"i want to see them. "

"Now? Like... like this?" Hux looked ghastly... pale. Thin. Thinner than ever. He had bacta patches on his face. Two of his teeth was broken. At least seven of his fingers was broken and had to be stabilized by medics. Not to mention bruises, scars, red inflamed spots all over him and internal damge. He had black shirt and loose long pants. He was bare foot. And there was pure madness in his eyes. Kylo went after him as he left the room. "Hux wait! Kriff you should rest"

"I will rest after they are all dead. " he said heading to prison levels. It had to be quite a look. Grand Marshall Hux storming through corridors barefoot. It had to be quite a look when he rushed into the cell and froze immediately. Looking at three officers that stood up quickly. It was more of a surprise driven reaction than a sign of respect. They were looking at Hux one with disdain, one with surprise and one with fear.

"Close the door. " Hux said and Kylo obeyed. " Turn off cameras and tell troops to leave" he obeyed again. There was power in Hux's voice. Power that one can take only from pain. And Kylo was drunk with that. Force was humming in his head pleased.

"It's... it's against protocol! I demand a...a proper court-martial and..."

" You are in no position to demand anything Canady. "Hux hissed. " I am the only judge you will face."

" It was Pryde's idea!" And at that Hux actually laughed. Humourlessly. It was getting better and better. Pryde’s idea? Very well. Canady was visibly shaking. Hux held up a blaster and shoot without hesitation. Canady fell on the ground without making any sound.

"Hux! General Hux! Please Canady was telling the truth. It was all Pryde's doing !" Peavey backed down to the wall.

"And you were just nearby ?" Hux frowned. " Its Grand Marshall now, Peavey."

"I am so sorry. I am sorry, really. Please, Armitage, i have..." blaster bolt went clean into his head. Hux turned to Pryde. He was silent. Looking at Hux without fear.

"Not very loyal companions you have chosen, Allegiant General."

" They were tools. Useful but never meant to last for long. Just like you” Just like you. Hux thought “. But here you are. "

"Here i am, indeed." Hux dropped blaster on the ground.

"For the record." He said looking at Hux "I sold you to be killed not tortured."

"Don't tell me you're sorry Enric..."

"Not at all. Happy misunderstanding... But all good things have a price i suppose. Time to pay it."

"Time to pay it indeed” he said and looked at Kylo “I want him to suffer... Make him scream." And Kylo obeyed again. He went through Pryde's mind tearing it apart leaving only memories of pain and humiliation. He pulled and cut without any care nor any purpose. He felt power, and he felt pain. And he heard screams. So loud and intense, so full of pain and despair. But it wasn't Pryde's screams, although he was screaming. Kylo stopped and turned around to face Hux. He was standing behind him looking at Pryde on the floor.

"Why did you stop?' He asked angry.

"You need rest Hux. And its non-negotiable. Rest, food and IV" he sobered up shaking off the darkness that was still sticking to him "He is not going anywhere. You can torture him tomorrow. Do you want me to carry you...?"

"No i am perfectly capable of..."he shivered and almost fell down. Kylo caught him and held him stedyly.

"I know you are Hux. But let me help. I know you would be able to crawl to your quarters just to prove me something but let's not make a spectacle out of this. Please. You don't have to."

Hux sighed and nodded leaning into his arms. Kylo could feel his tiredness, his pain, his mind still screaming. He took a deep breath and picked him up.

"You feel it too right?" Hux whispered. "I..."

"I do, Hux." Grand Marshall nodded slowly and breathed out.

"Can you do something about it? With force?" Kylo froze.

"I... i don't know. I might but... i don't want to harm you further." Hux sighed and closed his eyes resting his head on Kylo's shoulders. Ignoring tears falling down his cheeks.

Everything has a price to pay.

to be continued...