Tag: nsfw

salemnevada:

I deleted these last night, I got cold feet. But then the amazingly kind @hollyhark sent me a really nice message so I put them back up ! Thanks Holly 🙂 

Also if you haven’t read her chatfic, go read it. It’s fun, and sexy and hilarious. I loved it so much I drew it – and I don’t normally do that sort of thing. 

http://hollyhark.tumblr.com/post/140873378365/kylux-chat-fic Here the fic. :3

                                 Bonus Smut Under the cut! 

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Husband

ao3feed–kylux:

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1QiB6Ds

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“Of course it wasn’t consummated,“ General Hux hisses. He does not consider angrily and drunkenly dry humping Kylo Ren against a glowing tree consummation.

Words: 1960, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1QiB6Ds

imagine if hux tied kylo down with cuffs that reduce the force (is that a thing) and puts a remote vibrate butt plug in and leaves him there all day while hux works, with him every once in a while just turning it on for a short period generally knowing just how long kylo lasts so after a timed wait he turns it off knowing damn well kylo would have been close but giving it to him so when he gets back to his room kylo is just so hard and panting and a mess, he takes the plug out and keeps his

deluxekyluxtrashcan:

gloves on to finger him and listen to kylo moan into the mattress, talking about how naughty he’s been to make such a mess on the mattress with his pre cum and he just gives him a good spanking and kylo is begging about how he can’t handle this anymore and hux asks what’s the point of your training if you can’t even control yourself and just every time kylo tries to rut against the mattress hux grabs his hips and spanks him again and by the time kylo cums he’s crying

[insert that ‘good shit’ meme here]

Fuck. And that ‘what’s the point in your training’ bit… oh man, this is fucking perfect. How did you cram so much goodness into two asks? I salute you.

Improper Use of the Force

angryangryowl:

nightsofllyn:

Hux’s sleveless black undershirt alone survives Ren’s frantic clawing, but only barely, riding halfway up his stomach as he’s pinned back against the viewport, ass on display for the whole galaxy to see.

Their relationship is in its first tender minute, and while Hux is as giddy as the day he made general, Ren’s reaction has been to maul him, perhaps to discourage other potential mates from seeing Hux as anything other than badly damaged goods. Hux is making lots of noise, but he’s not complaining.

Then, just as Ren’s hand goes snaking up Hux’s shirt, no doubt to rip it off him (Rip it off me you bastard, Hux thinks at Ren, just in case), his fingers brush Hux’s nipple, and all the lovely too-hard grinding and lip sucking and growling nonsense promises of I’m going to make you beg until you don’t know what you’re begging for suddenly stop.

“You–” Ren says, forehead pressed against Hux’s, breathing hard, “you have–your–you–”

“My nipples are pierced,” Hux says, taking pity on him, “yes.”

“Why?” Ren wheezes. His dick, where it lays flush against Hux’s ass, couldn’t be any harder.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Hux says, wriggling against it impatiently, “I was young and drunk and on leave and I thought I was in love with someone. Why not?”

“And you still have them,” Ren pulls Hux’s shirt up further, exposing the silver rings, and stares.

“There they are,” Hux says, shifting where he’s pinned to see if he can’t reach Ren’s dick himself. He can’t–because Ren catches him at it, and traps that arm above Hux’s head while he looks his fill.

“I thought it was a rumor,” Ren says, in a daze.

“And I thought we were going to fuck,” Hux says, twisting his free hand in Ren’s hair to bring his gaze up. It works. Ren’s eyes narrow, and he crushes close again, all plush lips and sharp teeth.

“We are,” Ren says, pulling away even as Hux chases after him, teeth snapping at air, “We will. But–”

Hux huffs and bangs his head back against the viewport.

“I want to see something first,” Ren says, pinching the ring between his forefinger and thumb, “I just learned it.”

Which is all the warning Hux gets before the world turns an electric kind of blue and he’s zapped, unsuspecting and with a frightful yelp, into an orgasm he’ll never forget.

Short but sweet and FUCKING PERFECT. The voices, the characterization, the porn – hot damn this is good.

On one of the core worlds, there is an incredibly elegant woman in her 40s who will, for the appropriate fee, bend Hux over a table and cane him until he cries. He sends her a tasteful flower arrangement on her birthday. It’s all very civilised.

lingua-mortua:

reserve:

reserve:

@lingua-mortua is doing god’s work, ladies and gentlemen. Because I’m pretty sure Pablo Hidalgo would agree that this is 110% c a n o n.

#whispers   #it was the crying that made this for me   #the absolute abandonment of control and dignity   #and concern for appearances   #that crying would represent   #for hux   #how he’d have to have totally let go   #and that he would want this enough to travel and pay for it   #seek it out   #regularly   #schedule it in   #having background checked her   #and satisfied himself he could count on absolute discretion   #approaching it like a military operation   #meticulous and organised   #all in order to have the opposite for an hour   #dear gods   #please   #headcanon accepted   #general hux   #nsfw text   #star wars for ts   (tags via @irisparry)

oh my good lord.

My hobbies include reading porn, writing porn, and encouraging @irisparry to think impure thoughts.

Amyyyy help, I’ve been emotionally compromised by Kylux fic. I’m a wreck. Send smut.

dreamingofawolf:

Like how the feedback loop from their orgasms sometimes make Kylo cry and Hux will slump on him and kiss away the tears. And if Hux had been being fucked he’d keep stroking his own cock, oversensitivity and the slight building burn be damned because he knows that Kylo can feel it and it makes him cry more. And it makes Kylo’s cock twitch inside him. And if Hux was fucking him, he’d keep moving his hips just enough to keep Kylo stimulated. Because if Kylo is crying at the feeling of overwhelmed pleasure he’s not destroying himself with anger and darkness.

Or how Mitaka is the kind of person who brings cakes on to the bridge when he’s sure Hux won’t be there, and one day Hux and Kylo return early to the ship and they find the bridge crew eating sweet syrup filled pastries, and instead of denying them this small pleasure Hux snatches one up and bites into it, the syrup running out onto his gloves, and Kylo can’t stop staring at it running slickly and glossy over the black leather, seeping into the seams already as Mitaka stumbles apologies. And Kylo growls at him, grabbing Hux and dragging him off the bridge, force swiping another pastry as he walks past the box, ignoring the looks from the staff. Bundling him into an empty office and wrenching the mask off, letting it drop to the floor as he grabs Hux’s wrist and drags his tongue over the smooth, syrup sticky, leather and moaning at the taste.

I mean then you get into the weird filthy stuff, like before they get together Hux put his boots outside for polishing every night, and every morning they’re perfectly polished, shiny and spotless. And he doesn’t think about it, until the time there’s a smear on the heel, and he calls for a droid to clean them again, and gets a response that the boot service was cancelled on his quarters months ago. And he looks at the smear closer and sees that it’s the vague shape of wide, full lips.

Or the fluffy stuff, like Hux swiping a bottle of champagne from a ridiculously overblown fundraising/secret-spy-time party held amongst First Order’s wealthiest sympathisers, and sloppily blowing Kylo against his desk with the drink filling his mouth, and dripping from the sides as it fizzes and crackles against Kylo’s cock.

That kind of thing?