Tag: kylux

hux-you-up:

Submitted for the approval of the Kylux fandom: my jaw-droppingly gorgeous commission from @rngrn! Not only is she talented beyond belief, but she’s an absolute delight to work with.

(One of my headcanons is that Ren and Hux sometimes lie in bed with their foreheads pressed together and “talk” to each other via Ren’s Force powers. These “conversations” are seldom verbal, though – more often than not, they’re exchanges of thoughts, memories, emotions, and so on.
The experience is always profoundly intimate, and the connection between them is often so strong that it feels like they’re essentially one mind in two bodies.)

salemnevada:

Head Canon:

When Ren leaves to go on extended missions the General doesn’t handle it well.

He tries, the first week he manages to keep it together.

Week two, he’s working through his lunches and working later and later each night.

Week three it’s Wednesday and he hasn’t slept since the Saturday of the week before – he works all hours of the night just to keep himself busy.

When Ren returns from planet side, he finds Hux sleeping at his desk. He wakes him up gently and peels off his clothes. Every time Kylo peels back the layers he’s surprised at how small he looks with out all those layers on.

gingerbitch-hux:

huxcrying:

inspired by @apprenticekylo’s post: i’d like everyone to consider hux demanding that kylo fuck him against the wall, and so kylo lifts hux up and hooks his arms under hux’s thighs and gets to work, obviously, because kylo does not disobey orders from hux. but hux is difficult to please and kylo appears more focused on the balancing act of holding hux up than keeping a proper rhythm, or hitting where hux likes it, so hux begins to give him directions–harder, deeper, there. kylo tries to follow, but it’s quite strenuous, keeping hux from falling and keeping him pleased too.

hux knows how to fix this, though–kylo responds well to praise. right there, he says, that’s what i fucking want, that’s good, all his words panted against kylo’s neck. he digs his nails into kylo’s shoulderblades, drags his teeth over kylo’s collarbone. you’re not tired, are you? you’re hardly exerting yourself, you could keep at this all day, he says, and he skims a thumb over the vein in kylo’s arm, the curve of his bicep, and he tightens his legs around kylo’s waist.

then the wall is hard behind him, and he’s throwing his head back because finally, finally kylo is hitting him there, and he can feel every muscle in kylo’s body focused on this, him, and kylo is swearing under his breath and going unsteady again, which means he’s going to come soon (it’s always easy to tell with kylo). hux says, don’t come until i do, and all of kylo’s weight is against him–this is what he wanted, really, to feel all of kylo’s strength devoted to pleasing him.

kylo’s fingertips press into his thighs and he feels supported; he pushes a messy kiss against the base of kylo’s neck. he goes limp when he comes and kylo doesn’t let up, just keeps him held there against the wall. when kylo comes, breathless and red-faced, hux clings to him, murmurs something like well done into his skin, imagines the bruises they’ll both have in the morning.

I only need this to be alive