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Zero Generation – K_dAzrael – Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

kdazrael:

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars – All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hux/Kylo Ren, Hux (Star Wars)/Original Character(s)
Characters: Hux (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Intercrural Sex, Light Bondage, Rimming
Series: Part 3 of Savage-verse
Summary:

“And I’m just supposed to tag along so you can gossip and drink and smoke yourself stupid with the old boy network?”

Hux lowers his datapad and gives Ren a look of exasperated disbelief. “Are you actually jealous that I have a friend?”

Zero Generation – K_dAzrael – Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

sweet-refractor:

generallyhuxurious:

sweet-refractor:

imaginehux:

Imagine Hux selling Kylo Ren merch to pay for damaged consoles

Imagine Hux whoring out Kylo Ren to pay for damaged consoles.

Imagine Ren waking up in a bathtub full of ice because Hux has sold his superfluous organs to pay for damaged consoles.

Imagine Hux sending a message to Snoke: “Please put a leash on your student before I do.”

Snoke replies: “You have my permission to do so. Ensure that you walk him.”

chromedqueen:

Ren says nothing. Hux opens his mouth to tell him to leave if he’s going to be such awful company, but then something drips between them. Hux blinks, looks down, and sees the black-red color of blood on the floor. He steps back.

“Shit, Ren, you’re bleeding.”

He looks up but can’t quite tell where it’s coming from—the shoulder, maybe, dripping down his arm. Ren doesn’t seem at all concerned.

“You imbecile,” Hux says. “You’re injured. Go to the medbay. Why are you standing here bleeding out?”

“I wanted to look at the stars,” Ren says.

ssOOOOOO it was @stereobone‘s birthday yesterday and i wanted to draw a scene from their lovely fic, take our hands out of control :^) it is a wonderful read and you should definitely go read it. i hope you like it!

ok hux going undercover in a dress instead of phasma needs to be a fic like yesterday i cant believe this

ghuleh-ren:

huxblush:

I cannot believe it hasn’t been done tbh. I would offer to write it myself but I am a horrible writer. But like Phasma comes down the stairs in this dress that’s the opposite of what she should be wearing. It’s just awkward for everyone involved. She’s gorgeous in a dress that fits her properly and accentuates her build but this one is just awful. 

They’re laying low in deep cover in an apartment on some backwater planet with a bottle of very cheap but very potent booze. Phasma comes back down the creaking metal stairs, laughing after she changes back into her comfortable sweatpants and tosses the dress to Kylo who tosses the dress at Hux as a joke. Hux is more than a little tipsy and decides to try it on because… What the hell? Why not? 

He comes down the stairs and Kylo has to scoop his jaw off the floor and shift around to hide his crotch before he can even pretend that Hux looks anything even remotely resembling ridiculous. He retires to bed shortly after because he has to be up early guys. It’s nothing to do with the incomprehensible arousal that he can’t suppress after seeing Hux’s slim but muscular body coated in black and red lace that drops just low enough to reveal a tantalising glimpse of his freckled collar bones. No correlation here. None at all. He promises. 

Yo if this is you answering asks while tipsy, lemme buy you a drink!

bettydays:

kylomend:

So while Hux is listening to an utterly rambling, banal story about Ben’s family—whom he discusses so often that Hux knows everyone by name, like characters in a never-ending, fucked up sitcom—he averts his attention from Ben’s gaping, food-filled maw.

He tunes back in when he hears Ben say, “So now it’s a destination wedding. They’re flying us all to Hawaii.”

“They’re what now?” Hux asks, hand frozen where it had been gently shaking parmesan onto his giant slice of pizza.

“They’re making me take a week out of my busy schedule—”

“You literally do nothing but work and play Minecraft.”

“—busy schedule,” Ben emphasizes, “to fly to Hawaii. Do you know how long that flight is? Ten hours. Ten fucking hours. What am I gonna do?”

“Most children bring a coloring book on flights.”

“Go suck a bag of dicks.” [on ao3]

now complete

Incubus Kylo who, after having sex with Hux once, refuses to do so again in case he accidentally sucks out Hux’s soul. Hux is so damn thirsty all the fucking time.

ocktorok:

Kylo cast his eyes to the side, observing the man alongside him. 

Hux stood, just out of the shadows, languid and impassive and delectably severe in the stiff lines of his uniform. Kylo’s fingers twitched; itched to follow the tempting inch of skin that peeked above his collar and disappeared to what Kylo knew was flawlessly creamy skin. Graced with tempting cinnamon freckles and a silver tongue, Hux had hooked him effortlessly.

It had been a simple thing for Hux to get Kylo into his bed, easier still for Kylo to show him his true nature. Just once, Hux had been swept away in a pleasure he hadn’t dreamed existed. Just once, Kylo had allowed himself to pull cries from his lax body.

Just once, and never again.

They couldn’t.

They both knew why.

Still, Hux relived that night with every waking moment. Had made it his mission to break Kylo down, see him take back his claim that Hux’s soul would be forfeit should they do this again. Hux had thought that task would be easy as well.

At every agonizing turn, Kylo had shown him he was mistaken.

It was driving Kylo mad.

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I live for the idea of Hux correcting Kylo’s posture and using it as an excuse to touch him. Kylo is hunched over so Hux puts pressure on him to stand up straight but keeps his hand there, fingers twitching ever so slightly. Kylo slouching when he’s walking, not at his full height, Hux pressing a hand to his back to straighten him, pretending it’s not pda. Kylo hunching in a chair, Hux bringing his shoulders back with his hands, resting a hand delicately on his collarbone absently. Idk

firstorderqueercoalition:

Ooooohhhh SHIT anon I love this idea so much. Like everybody loves Hux in a corset but WILL NOBODY THINK OF KYLO’S TERRIBLE POSTURE? It’s okay because Hux will. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ren broods on the bridge of the Finalizer, watching as they approach some poor Outer Rim planet they’re about to neatly conquer and incorporate into the First Order’s system, one hand gripping at the safety railing (in case of a total loss of power/gravity, okay?). This will bring them one step closer to the Supreme Leader’s goal of galactic domination, soon he will stand at his Master’s side and bring the galaxy in line with their vision. Order can only be achieved through control, he remembers, his shoulders unconsciously hunching as his jaw clenches, remembering how often as a child he watched the rabble of New Republic politicians through his mother’s eyes, frustrated with their inability to coalesce voluntarily into any sort of productive cooperation. Their vision was too limited, they were unable to see the need for a strong guiding hand, but soon, soon they will come under one united rule. He grips again at the railing, muscles tense, preparing himself for whatever easily won battle he’ll engage in today–

–when suddenly there is a small pressure between his shoulderblades, a warm, firm touch. He did not hear the General approach, so focused on fulfilling their vision. “Careful, Ren,” comes Hux’s soft, dangerous voice, and he straightens up, both in response to the touch and the slinking, curling tickle that voice sends up his spine, straight into his hindbrain. “You’ll hurt yourself if you don’t stand up straight more.” Ren doesn’t have to look over to the General’s face to know the curve of his smirk.

It’s the same smile he allowed Ren to see when he caught Ren leaning too far forward over a data console as he sat, puzzling over intel. Hux had slid his slender hands over Ren’s shoulders, pressing in with his gloved fingertips and pulling his frame back and down, gently stretching the taught muscles of his back and neck. Hux had leaned over him, his body hiding from the rest of the bridge crew the way his thumb nudged up, just under the edge of Ren’s helmet, pressing at the bundle of nerves at the base of Ren’s skull and making his head tingle. Ren had barely suppressed a moan, though the click and crackle of his voice modulator had belied his stoic manner to the General. Ren had observed the General’s reflection in the display screen, jaw dropping a little behind his mask as he watched the wicked twitch of Hux’s lips. “Sit up straight,” Hux had reminded him in a low whisper. “Better posture, better performance, how often do I have to remind you?”

Until it stops feeling good, Ren says to no one but himself. It never will.