I love Hux in the VF pic. Motherfucker looks so done. He looks like he’s never been far from a hip flask of brandy since Starkiller and is marinating in a sea of no fucks to give. He looks like he’s a mess inside and overcompensating with his gel. Behind his dead eyes High By The Beach is playing over and over. He looks like he’s having a Bad Time and hanging on by a thread and I’m so into it. Phasma and Kylo are mad as hell and not gonna take it anymore but Hux’ll probably take it if you promise him a good cigar and a lie down afterwards. Wow.
A difficult one in my opinion , they saying to each other: “I love you”, “I know”
Kylo watched as a bead of sweat rolled down Hux’s face from the exertion of fucking into Kylo with steady but hard thrusts. Low waves of pleasure washed up his spine on every thrust and drag, making his limbs feel heavy and numb. Hux’s face was flushed pink and the color had spread down his neck and chest. Everything felt so warm and Kylo wished he could capture this moment. Live in it. Ignore everything that happened outside of this bubble of safety he’d found in Hux.
He arched his back and moaned when Hux’s hand came down to grip his cock and stroke it in time with his thrusts. Neither of them spoke, too overwhelmed by the heady sensations created by their coupling to throw harsh or goading words as was often. Kylo found the silence comforting as well and let himself fall deeper into the emotions flooding his body alongside the pleasure.
Hux’s hips began to lose their previously perfect rhythm and he growled as his grip on Kylo’s hip and cock tightened. The increased pressure bordered on pain but he loved that too. He loved when Hux was too rough, and loved when he was gentle, when he spoke or when he was silent, when pulled his hair or pet it. All of it was good. Everything with Hux was good.
The orgasm built like white flame, burning through his groin and flaring out to leave static in its wake. His throat felt dry and raw. Did he cry out? Hux stilled inside of him and Kylo could feel the pulse of his cock as he came, emptying himself inside of his body in private claim. When he pulled out they didn’t clean up right away. Instead Hux laid down on the bed next to him, lying on his back with his eyes closed as he caught his breath.
While the pleasure had crested and broken, the emotions were still there. His chest felt painfully full and warmth rose into his throat. He swallowed and let his head roll to the side to look at Hux, his face still flushed and his brows slightly drawn in as if even now he’s concentrating on some piece of vexing work. The warmth in his throat pushed up further and he spoke.
“I love you,” he said quietly.
Hux didn’t move, his expression didn’t change. He stayed that way for several moments before he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling with the same vexed expression.
I was tagged by the wonderful @acroamatica (happy birthday bb!) to rec five of my own fics for self-rec saturday—always a little late is still better than never, I guess! I’ll stick mostly to SW/Kylux for this blog, but all my writing (with the exception of one deeply regrettable bandfandom fic) is on my ao3.
Wracklines (rated r, 4.6k, hux character study, weird sad handjobs)
He had looked at the rift on Kylo Ren’s face, splitting him just right of center like a tectonic shift, and black on the frayed edges with gummy cauterization. The snow had been melting there, hissing at the surface of Ren’s hot blood, and he had thought: I hope you live with this forever.
The Ravines AU (rated r, 11.8k, two works, high school au, dumb weird kids making bad choices and falling in love)
He thinks about what it would be like to drag Hux inside, upstairs to his bedroom, his childhood bedroom with the posters of shitty bands he can’t be bothered to take down, with the model of a TIE fighter hanging from the ceiling in the corner by a piece of string, with the dumb floral curtains and Ben’s stupid twin bed, and he thinks about what it would be like to take Hux there and let him jerk himself off while Ben kissed him. He thinks about what it might be like to put his mouth on the soft, vulnerable, freckled underside of Hux’s throat while he came, to feel his breath in sharp little gasps against his lips.
Hux, who is his best friend. His only—he feels tight somewhere in his ribs—his only friend, ever. Hux, who despite being fully capable of destroying the universe himself, with his own weird brain and his own sharp mouth and his own brand of wild rage—somehow needs Ben, to help him do it.
Okay, so, I sat on this one for a while, mostly because I am literally blushing as I post it. It’s just…. I saw this pair of heels, and all I knew in that moment was that I wanted to see Hux in it. And while waffling on whether or not I should draw it, I came across this (very nsfw) gifset, and, well, I mean… I’m only human.
Okay. I’m out to go hide in my dumpster of shame now.
Bonus: Here’s what happened when Kylo finally got home.
Even through the ever-present helmet, Hux can feel Ren’s eyes on him. It’s like a physical pressure on his back, between his shoulder blades. He’s never been sure if it’s some side effect of the Force, but he suspects. Ren wields it the same way he does his saber, which is to say, with maximum brutality. But Hux doesn’t allow himself to notice it properly until they’re out of orbit and he reaches up to flick the autopilot on.
“What is it?” He snaps, looking over his shoulder. The pressure lifts from his shoulders as Ren suddenly straightens up in the jumpseat.
“You-” Ren starts, voice thick through the vocoder, but he stops to pull his mask off, revealing a sleepy face and mussed hair. He rubs his eyes with his gloved fingers, and Hux mildly hopes there’s something filthy enough on them to give him an eye infection.
“You fell asleep,” Hux says, pointing out the obvious. Which means Ren must have been thinking about him in his sleep, which is something Hux doesn’t want to think about too closely. “Do you always dream so loudly?”
“You have no melody.”
It has been years since one of Ren’s mystical non sequiturs has actually distracted him; Hux has learned it’s usually best to not get involved, when it comes to the Force. Ren lifts one of his hands to his temple, knitting his brows. “You—you’re quiet.”
“That’s the best time I’ve ever been accused of being quiet,” Hux says. The autopilot beeps gently in the background. All is well, it says. All is safe.
“In the Force,” Ren says.
Hux turns in his seat. Despite himself, his curiosity is piqued. “Am I not supposed to be?”
Ren exhales, face settling into an unsettlingly serene expression. It’s an expression he often wears when speaking of the Force. “Most sentients in the galaxy have a Force signature. Like a call sign. I hear them. Constantly.”
“These Force signatures… they sound like songs?”
Ren shakes his head minutely. “Not all of them. Supreme Leader sounds like a single, clear note. But most.”
“Then the Finalizer must be a cacophony for you.”
“Not when I’m with you,” Ren says, and glances away to stare out at the expanse of stars ahead of them.
Despite Ren’s shifting gaze, Hux still feels overly seen. “Because I don’t have a Force signature?”
Ren almost nods, but reconsiders, biting on his full lower lip. Hux glances away to the command console—paying attention to Ren’s mouth always makes him feel a little unseemly. All is well, it indicates. All is safe.
“I think your Force signature is silence. It’s… comforting. I sometimes seek it out.” Ren glances back at him, and Hux feels scalded by his dark eyes. He had no idea Ren thought of him as anything other a cocommander at best and an obstacle at worst. The idea that Ren finds any measure of comfort from his presence makes his face feel hot.
He’s staring.
Hux turns back to the console. “Well, if it helps you sleep,” he says, business-like and a little too loudly. He busies himself rechecking coordinates he’d already double-checked before they left and sending another reminder to the pilot meeting them at the rendezvous point.
He doesn’t dare turn around. At least, not until he feels the weight of Ren’s unconscious attention at his back again. He looks back to find Ren, asleep, mouth open and looking, for once, at peace.
dispatches from the dumpster 