It’s finally here! The first chapter of my Techienician collaboration with @paper-wings-burn for the Kylux Reverse Bang 2017.
It has been an absolute blast writing this and I hope you all like it as much as I do.
Chapter Five now up! Happy New Year friends! ❤
Happy New Year!
When I did my year in review I was reminded of a really rough sketch I did in January 2017 and really loved it and decided to rework it to a finished illustration since I don’t do enough of those. I hope everyone’s 2018 is full of lots of kylux!
inside-the-rain-drenched-mind:
A fill for this @kyluxhardkinks prompt:
AU where Hux isn’t a General of the FO. He’s a high demand escort at Canto Bight. Possibly FO property, but expensive property that can be borrowed by men, women and all else of various backgrounds. Whoever pays for him can do whatever they want with him, so long as they don’t leave any lasting marks. When Kylo Ren is sent to Canto Bight he’s disgusted by the frivolity and gaudiness. The only bright spot is the redhead he sees in the crowd, often embraced by someone’s appendage. Kylo needs to
get to know him, personally and physically.Bonus points to anyone who finds the Black Mirror reference.
“You like him, don’t you?” The man gave Ren a knowing look.
Don’t know what to listen on New Year’s Eve to properly relive the mood of 2k17? Hardcore Trash Boys, a post-TLJ screamo/rock Kylux mix got your back! It also got a knife up its sleeve. So just, careful.
um, I guess this kinda happens when you read too many kylux fics…
Btw, recommend me some good fics with these two, because in fact I haven’t read THAT many yet lol
Reach Out in the Darkness (kylux, NSFW)
Have I titled something that before? I can’t remember.
ANYWAY,
Have some consentacles.
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Title: Reach Out in the Darkness
Pairing: Kylux
Rating: NSFW!!
Warnings: Tentacle Sex, Large Insertion, Alternate Universe, Cadet Hux, Tentacle Monster, ABSOLUTE canon divergence, Flying During Sex, Crying During Sex, Mild Contract Negotiation.
Summary: Having spent a decent amount of time researching the history and folklore of Arkanis, Cadet Hux strikes out one chilly evening in search of some legendary creature that’s supposed to be extremely powerful. If the myths aren’t true, all he’s wasted is time. But, if they are based in some actual fact, then what a boon such an entity would be to his cause. He doesn’t know what he will find, but he is prepared for any (absolutely ANY) eventuality.
Ao3 or, continued below~
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The air is crisp and woodsmoke scented, and Armitage Hux has dressed appropriately for this trek through the woods. His sturdy boots crunch leaves and twigs underfoot as he follows an age-old path, and his woolen coat, its collar turned against a gathering evening mist, keeps him warm. He supposes that in the summer, around the equinox, his pagan ancestors would have dressed in leathers and cords, making their way down this path with torches, wild flowers woven into their hair. In all the illustrations (and in his research he’d encountered more than a few) the /primitive tribespeople/ marched along this path, anointing the trees, jangling bone rattles, singing ancient songs lost to the modern tongue. Since it’s a theme quite popular among those taken to flights of fancy, or else, those with a desire to depict the defenseless, nubile young sacrifice with only her long, red hair to cover her perfect breasts, Hux had slogged through countless books of myth, comparing those against the scant historical accounts, before he’d found anything of real /use/. Firstly, the pagan tribes who practiced this ritual weren’t escorted by quaint little fairies with shining wings, as a disgusting number of the illustrations would suggest. Secondly, the sacrifices weren’t always female.
dispatches from the dumpster 