I meant to do this like…4 months ago. I’m awful. Sorry. Here’s a bunch of things I loved reading. As always, mind the tags.
A Lover’s Token | @vadianna Rated: E / 6200 words Kylo gets off on physical evidence of his trysts with Hux. So he gets Hux to regularly rub him off through his leggings. He doesn’t wash them. More or less.
Being a General is stressful, and when the stress becomes too much Hux goes to Kylo Ren to decompress. Sometimes decompressing means being dressed up and fucked like a whore.
For the Kylux Hard Kinks prompt: ‘Broke student Kylo answers a call for medical research subjects that he finds online- $150 per visit. It takes several trips to Dr Hux’s office and an inordinate number of things up his ass before he realises it might not have been a genuine advert.’
My Skin Is Theirs | @claricechiarasorcha Rated: E / 10800 words Apparently, Lieutenant Mitaka has quite the collection of saucy softcore Cadet Hux pictures. Apparently, Kylo Ren thinks this is entirely inappropriate in men of their standing. Apparently, General Hux has an idea.
Delineation | @vadianna Rated: E / 7000 words Kylo is always astonished by his visits to the specialty club in Hutt Space, even after so many trips. This time, Hux runs into an old kitonak acquaintance.Or: They have sex with an anonymous alien as a third partner.
After a Resistance attack, Finalizer’s main reactor is only hours from total collapse. Hux tries to hold his ship and crew together, while planetside, miles below him, Kylo Ren races the clock to bring back parts for the reactor and save them.
Ren would nuzzle softly against Hux’s throat or jaw or cheek and every time, without fail, Hux smiled or laughed. For some reason Ren liked that, and so he kept doing it. And Hux kept letting him.
The Walkout Bout | @nerdherderette Rated: M / 3300 words “No, don’t want that shit.” Ben doesn’t want it, or need it. His years of training and a lifetime of name calling have taught him to deal with pain, especially when it came to matters regarding his face. He lays back as Hux begins cleaning the wound, the sting of the antiseptic replaced by the prick of the surgical needle entering his skin.He breathes, feeling the pull of the fast gut drawing the ragged edges of flesh closed as Hux’s fingers flew. It never fails to surprise him that Hux would choose to slum away several days a week fixing up amateur boxers in a fight factory. It’s nearly as surprising as the idea that someone as beautiful and talented as Hux could be interested in someone like Ben.
Ren senses Hux in extreme distress and rushes to his aid, thereby discovering that Hux has a phobia of basic medical procedures due to childhood trauma. Ren deals with it, reluctantly but in a way that would make his mother proud (which he resents).
Somehow, Kylo had convinced them both that he was far more experienced than he was. His infatuation with Hux proved to be his downfall, running his mouth to boast about a sexual prowess he simply didn’t have, and when the time came to prove it…he failed. Miserably.
The Rules: 1. Just sex, no feelings 2. The arrangement lasts as long as is beneficial 3. Either party can choose to end the arrangement, no questions asked 4. No kissing
Six months ago, Hux lied to his father. He said the man in the picture he pulled up on his phone was his fiancé. Hux never anticipated telling his roommate, Ben, that he had been cast as Hux’s lover, but when Hux’s father dies unexpectedly, he is forced to tell Ben the truth, and ask him to play the role at Brendol Hux’s wake.
strange phenomenon | @brawlite & @kyluxtrashcompactor Rated: E / 65750 words Kylo Ren is haunted by recent tragedy. He answers an ad posted by one Armitage Hux for a roommate, and he thinks a fresh start will help him begin to heal. He brings next to nothing with him from the past when he moves in.Or so he thinks.
How long had it been since he’d been touched this way? The bitter answer that floated to his mind was ‘too long.’ Hux sighed and leaned into the knight’s touch, stretching his neck toward Ren’s lips and capturing them with his own.
Kylo has been harboring feelings for his uptight boss, Hux, over the last year but said nothing for fear of getting fired. Unfortunately one night Kylo’s friends get him drunk and Kylo decides Hux should see what he’s missing, and texts Hux a dick pic. The next morning when Hux tells Kylo to come to his office after work, Kylo has no idea what to expect.
Hux’s neighbor Kylo Ren is infamous for having loud sex with a new guy every couple of days. When Hux gets fed up and files a noise complaint, an enraged Kylo confronts Hux about the report. Hux tries to protest at first but soon ends up in bed with Kylo, screaming just as loud as the boys previously.
Ren has a talented mouth, and Hux appreciates it maybe too much.
Incense and Cinnamon | @mothdustmouth Rated: E / 49000 words Kylo fights with a broadsword at ren faires after becoming disfigured as a teenager. He’s able to hide his face and stay in his comfort zone until a troupe of actors, along with one very slender Armitage Hux, start to preform at the same festival. or: Kylo is a knight and Hux is an elf.
A simple loincloth barely covers the outline of his mouth-watering length, his stomach ripples with muscles Hux never knew even existed, and his chest and biceps are deliciously thick. His hands are enormous and strong—meat hooks that look like they could span Hux’s waist. A simple gold collar encircles the man’s neck, connected to a thin, gold chain. In short, Mr. June looks like someone who had stepped out of a holoporn, and into Hux’s wet dream.
To all the onlookers behind him, Ben looked as though he were threatening Hux, but Hux saw otherwise. Ben’s pupils were fat, his voice husky as he said, “You’re trying to be nice, huh?”
Hux smirked, shrugged with one shoulder; he might appear nonchalant, but his knees were weak, his stomach fluttering.
Ben leaned closer, nose nearly touching Hux’s, breath warm against his lips, just inches away. Hux started to sway forward, beyond caring for the consequences, when Ben stepped back, keeping Hux’s narrower body at arm’s length, trapped against the car.
“Try harder,” Ben said with a parting shove, and then he was walking away.
I fell in love with @kyluxtrashcompactor ‘s gorgeous High School AU the second I read it. It’s a brilliant take on several @kyluxhardkinks prompts that includes an inversion of Ben and Hux’s more typical characterizations, and takes place against the backdrop of the pressures of high school, where so many of us struggle to find ourselves and fit in.
He’s a teaser, is Arimitage Hux, and he’d probably have gone on awhile, all
prowling-white arms and legs crawling round their bed, braids trailing
and teeth nipping, but it’s been much longer than three months since
Ari’s fucked or sucked or loved.
So when he sees that pretty
pearl bead up on Kylo’s cock, more translucent than his own thin skin,
the Vik’ing gives up teasing and he opens his mouth…
(Story 1,000% inspired the Viking AU artwork of glorious @jeusus)
More Viking’s ahoy! This is a continuation from my last one here, and of course this is all based on @jeusus‘ arranged marriage AU here (if you haven’t seen it already then what are you even doing, go look!)
It was four
solid days before Kylo gathered enough courage to seek out Armitage.
Kylo was
aware that he had said some crass things, that he’d said things he really probably
should not have. He’d carried a light layer of guilt with him since, compounded
by the lecture he’d gotten from Leia once she’d heard what he’d done (the words
‘bull-headed oaf’ were said on several occasions). He knew it was wrong of him
too push too hard on Armitage at this point in their relationship, he’d seen firsthand
how off-kilter the Northerner felt so far away from his home. The longing look
Armitage had had in his eyes as his people had sailed away still haunted him.
Prompt : a gold arm-ring given as a reward for success in battle: Kylux Viking AU
(Also inspired by Jeusus’ two recent Viking AU artworks)
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Ben kept his hand steady and slow as he used a spade to finish clearing the hard-packed dirt from the edge of the object buried beneath. Three days ago, the team had struck wood at a depth of seven feet, just where his research and analysis of aerial scans had predicted. They’d quickly marked out the orientation and length of the site, and excavated the soil evenly, making a pit almost seven feet deep, twenty feet long, and seven feet wide. Mitaka and his assistants were carefully sifting through all of that dirt for any fragmentary artefacts that could be used to date and identify the site.
Going by what he could see of the wooden structure that he had already managed to clear the earth away from today, he was certain that what they had found was a ship burial, probably Anglo-Saxon. He was now working in an area right in the middle of the ship, each turn of his spade bringing something with a curved edge free of the ground that had covered it for centuries. He patiently followed the curve around until it was plain that he was looking at the remnant of a round shield, its metal boss and rim rusted into clumps barely distinguishable from the dirt still caked on them. He gently lifted it free and passed it up to be placed in a tray and wrapped to prevent accelerated degradation now that it was exposed to the air.
A few scrapes more began to reveal the outline of what had to be a sword, and elation began to outweigh caution – this was definitely a ship burial, and all the evidence suggested that it was intact. A find of this level of rarity and possible historical significance would make his career. He finished detaching the sword from the ground and decided it was time to call his thesis supervisor at Oxford to let her know what they’d discovered thus far.
Two hours later, he was methodically (and respectfully) working his way up the scant skeletal remains of the leader or warrior whose gravesite this was, when a flick of the brush he was using to clear debris delicately from the humerus revealed a glint of metal undimmed by the passage of time. A few more flicks and most of it was exposed: a finely woven gold armband, and it was not Anglo-Saxon as he had been expecting, but Viking. An inexplicable feeling of sadness came over him and he could not stop himself from reaching out to touch the armband, almost with reverence. Who were you? he wondered. The slamming of several car doors broke this reverie and he heard the voice of his advisor.
“Ben? Ben, come up out of there. I’ve brought someone to see your find.”
He stepped lightly up and out of the pit and as he turned to greet the visitors, his gaze locked with that of an unknown man; a chill passed through and over his entire body and he could not look away from the man’s green eyes or his halo of red-gold hair.
“Ben, I’d like you to meet Armitage Hux – he’s with the British Museum.”
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Armitage yanked his sword from the side of the Mercian warrior he’d just slain and quickly scanned the roiling melee of men and horses for Kylo. It was obvious to him that the tide of the battle had turned in their favor. Just as he caught sight of Kylo, one of the Mercians spotted his chance to take down the prince and struck at his unprotected back. Everything slowed down and the sounds of swords and axes and pikes striking shields and bodies died away as Armitage sprinted across the few yards that separated him from Kylo. He ran practiced fingers over the bleeding wound then gently turned his husband over onto his back. Kylo was conscious but keeping his eyes tightly closed against the pain. Saying only “I will return,” and checking that the prince’s men were prepared to remove him from the battlefield, Armitage rose to his feet with cold clarity of purpose.
The man who struck his husband down would not live to see another hour. His husband, whom he had not wanted to wed, not wanted to know, not wanted to care about. But his wyrd, his fate, said otherwise. His hand tightened its grip on his sword and his other arm raised slightly to tilt his shield slightly outward from his body as he surveyed the tumult in search of the one who had dared to strike Kylo…and there he was. In utter calmness and with a singularity of intent, Armitage ran, sword arm raising in preparation to strike. Slashing, stabbing, thrusting…the enemy warriors between him and his prey were mere obstacles and scarcely registered in his awareness as he cut them down. He batted down another one who had rushed up aside him with the edge of his shield and stalked forward into the now empty space around the Mercian.
Righteous energy suffused his body and he knew the gods were with him as he ran the man through with one vicious upthrust of his sword. He put his booted foot on the body to hold it down while he drew his sword out and only then did he slowly become aware that the battle had ended. There were no more sounds of fighting, only the groans of wounded men. Uneasily, he realized that all the men – men of Mercia and men of Wessex alike – in his vicinity were staring at him. The iron scent of blood was thick in his nose; looking down, he saw with shock that he was almost entirely covered in it. He ignored the awed and horrified whispers of “berserker!” and walked away from the killing grounds, thinking only of finding Kylo again and making sure that he was safe, and stayed safe.
“Armitage. I have something for you,” Kylo said. The wound has healed well over the past few months, Armitage thought with satisfaction as he surveyed the naked form of his husband. Firelight gilded the sheen of sweat that picked out the contours of his muscular back where he lay, sated, on the furs of their bed.
Kylo rolled over and retrieved a woolen pouch from the low table beside the bed. The little gold rings braided into his hair clinked softly against each other as Armitage sat up, very curious now to see what was in the bag. Kylo opened it and pulled out a finely woven gold armband, and it was not Anglo-Saxon as he had been expecting, but Viking – from his own people.
“As I understand it, this is a mark among your people of a warrior’s brave deeds and battles won,” Kylo said, a little shyly. “You saved my life and rained terror upon the Mercians they’ll not soon forget…you have given up so much of your own ways to live here with me, so I wished to honor you after the fashion of your land.”
“Oh…Kylo.” For a moment, he could not speak. He took the armband and ran his thumb over the intricate pattern of gold wires. He opened the clasp and wound it around his upper arm, leaning over for Kylo to refasten the closure.
“I shall never take it off.”
Holy shit, I love the different takes on that AU but this one shot here put my heart into its little hands and squeezed really hard
and this list is my opinion so it absolutely does not mean that these writers are the best, just my personal favourites!
♡@theweddingofthefoxes / ao3 profile ✿ favourite work – For Amateurs and Teenagers –
Hux always faints after orgasm. He can’t even masturbate without passing
out- the one time he had a wank in the shower he nearly drowned. He
tries to resist falling for Kylo but couldn’t help it. Now he either
insists on handjobs and oral, or he fights off his orgasm during sex.
Kylo tries ever trick he knows to break him. When he finally does
there’s a ridiculous amount of semen & an unconscious General. Hux
wakes expecting to be mocked but instead is treated kindly, then made to
come again.
The Rules: 1. Just sex, no feelings. 2. The arrangement lasts as long as
is beneficial. 3. Either party can choose to end the arrangement, no
questions asked. 4. No kissing.
favourite work – Sharpshooter – When Snoke sends Hux on a secret mission Kylo learns something new about
the General he assumed had no military training except for the studies
he did in books. It draws them closer together and Kylo thinks they’d
make an unstoppable team. But fate has other plans for them.
favourite work – Wake Up, Sleeper – It would seem odd that the Resistance should always
seem to get their information just a bit faster than the First Order. Of
course, General Leia Organa knows the risks her mole is taking by
sending her life saving information.Luke was confident in his
padawan’s ability to infiltrate the First Order to destroy it from the
inside, and he trusted his pupil’s instincts.And Hux? Well, he’s
spent over a decade as a sleeper agent within the bowels of the First
Order when he feels an awakening in the Force, and he’s decided it’s
time to begin the destruction of the First Order. And he’s going to
bring Ben back to the Light if it’s the last thing he does.
To Sleep, Perchance –
Brendol Hux isn’t quite what he seems. When Kylo Ren accidentally
infects him with Dantari Flu the fever brings all of the General’s
secrets into the light, including one that he didn’t know about
himself…
Knocked Up – “Are
you ready?” Kylo asks Hux stupidly, realising the question is more
directed at himself. Hux answers with a cry, and then his panic rises
again. Kylo hunches
over him, cocooning him protectively. “You can do this,” he whispers. “I
know you can do this.” “I can’t,” Hux whimpers, shaking his head.
“They’re too big. I can’t.” “You’re a general of the First Order,” Kylo
says softly in his ear. “The General. The strongest man I know. You can
do this.”
Reconditioning – Ben Solo is one of the FBI’s most promising young agents. While he’s
had a few disciplinary hiccups, he’s intelligent and not afraid to do
what needs to be done. (full summary on fic!)
Carpet Burns – Hux’s fascination with Imperial officers is not only professional. Kylo
decides Hux deserves to relieve the pressure of command for once, and
buys an Imperial uniform from Space ebay™
Aletheia –
“What have you been doing to me?” Hux hisses. His voice is like static:
the low hum of fear and the pitchy crackle of desire. “Everything,” says
Ren.
So Soft (And So Terrible) – General Hux realizes that maybe he’s capable of being a little
compassionate after all, when Kylo Ren winds up in his doorway in the
middle of the night.
disobedient – There’s a reason Hux doesn’t have a real pet. Why he’s hired Kylo to
play the role. Calm obedience is not what Hux wants or needs, no matter
the instructions he’s doled out.
Reputation – Kylo finds out Hux is an omega. Functionally it makes no
difference – everybody in the FO takes hormone control – but every so
often medical deems fit to have someone go through a rut/heat.
Stand Inside Your Love (15933 words) by _Melodic_ Chapters: 8/20 Fandom:Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars – All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, Leia Organa, Rey (Star Wars), R2-D2 (Star Wars), Brendol Hux, Thanisson (Star Wars), Phasma (Star Wars), Maz Kanata, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Finn (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Regency Romance, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – Regency, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Denial, Denial of Feelings, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Aristocracy, Inspired By Tumblr, Prompt Fill, Tumblr Prompt, Tropes, POV Alternating, Alternate Universe – Victorian, Closeted Character, Wet Dream, Coming Untouched, Dreams, Sexual Fantasy, Meet-Cute, Soft Kylux Summary: What began as two lonely souls finding a clever way out of their social and familial obligations soon turned into something else—something inexplicable, inevitable, and irrevocable.
Inspired by this softkinks prompt:Young rich/aristocratic hux and kylo are constantly pressured by their families to attend high society parties, balls etc.. they don’t know each other, but always see the other suffering through a tedious date. society is pressuring them into heterosexual ‘norms’ but after finally meeting/talking just once, sneaking out into a moonlit garden, they insist on only attending events with each other from then on, just to piss off the community at first, but then because they cant stand to be apart.
Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren Additional Tags: Corporal Punishment, Corporal Punishment of a Minor, Brendol Hux’s A+ Parenting, Strapping, Whipping, Flogging, Paddling, Spanking, Really Just a Lot of Hitting, Not A Lot Of Plot, BDSM, The BDSM Awakens, Pre-Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Abuse, Dissociation, Anxiety, Eventual Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Impact Play Summary
The secret education of Armitage Hux.
The first part of Chapter One appeared as part of week 6 (I think) of the Kylux Cantina.
General Hux knows what to do in the event of a shuttle crash. There’s not a disaster scenario he hasn’t practiced a million times, from the age of ten on to now. He believes in being prepared, damn it, and a crash won’t stop him. It won’t. It won’t.
He has no idea where he landed. He has no idea where he is. What planet is this? Is he close to the Outer Rim?
Don’t go alone, Ren had said, but then they argued over something stupid and so he had gone alone. A brief mission. A brief conversation. Hux had expected to be back within 24 hours. So fucking much for that plan.
He realizes, hazy with pain (the pain is clouding him, smothering him, it’s like a literal weight upon him), that he has prepared fully for survival but he doesn’t know if he’s prepared for rescue.
The pain is from below, he realizes, trying to zero on it. You cannot find a solution if you don’t know what the problem is. His legs. Both of them.
Are they broken? He’s been beaten up pretty good in his time, but he’s never broken a bone. He doesn’t know what it feels like.
Tears fill his eyes as he thinks of Ren telling him about the time he broke his arm as a kid, standing on the roof of his dad’s ship, scrambling around hiding from that bipedal animal that used to be his nanny. Hux thinks of how he’d sneered at the story, but not a real sneer, and Ren knew it, he knew Hux really thought it was funny but he doesn’t know how to actually laugh at things…
You’ll be sorry you laughed when you break something, Ren had warned.
He was sorry.
He wants to be rescued so badly.
There is a comm device that’s only sort of broken. There is a faint signal, but Hux seizes it like it’s made of platinum, diamond, the most precious thing that exists.
This isn’t the most advanced device, it doesn’t use voice or holovideo. It requires use of code and in his fog, Hux can’t remember if Ren knows how to translate it. But he has to try.
Ren. Please-help.
The response takes five minutes, maybe because of the shitty signal. It is the longest five minutes of his life.
Hux?-What-is-going-on?
I-don’t-know-where-I-am.-Please-help-me.
Hux.-I-can-find-you.
Hux does cry, then, not hard, no sobs, but the tears just slip out from under his lashes, unbidden. Find-me.
It takes two hours, but that time feels like nothing at all, because Ren continues to comm him. By this point the pain has moved up his back, up his chest, he is hardly able to breathe, but he is calmer because he can communicate, there is still signal, just enough signal to talk.
dispatches from the dumpster 