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yessss i dig this

I don't mind if you reset everybody into MCU, or if Poe's one of the many agents of chaos from a special post-empire program on Yavin, I just want Poe flexing those -ahem, 'change management'- skills while also using his powers of deduction, reduction and seduction.

Those poor stormtroopers not knowing why they keep getting explicit images of Kylo Ren masturbating.

YES PLEASE! Someone write this!

Eh, depends on the pairing. What did you have in mind?

PLEASE

The First Order didn’t form at the battle-lines. Any historian worth his grain of salt would know that, had anyone begun writing the history of the First Order. Only a handful of people would be able to tell you that it started in the Unknown Regions, where the Imperialists fled after their untimely defeat. They were a political force before they became a military force.

General Hux wasn’t born a General. He had his childhood, no matter how short-lived the innocence and carefree lifestyle existed. Then came his Academy days. If there had been any time spent on socialization even he was hard pressed to remember those times. Most of his days were spent studying, training and studying still.

And before all Generals become Generals they were Lieutenants.

Lieutenant Hux wasn’t pleased.

Anyone who ever met Hux would’ve thought the man was incapable of being pleased. His expression was normally indifferent or stuck somewhere between eating something sour or smelling piss. They were more inclined to talk about him rather than talk to him, or at least beyond the required minimum to exchange business communications, which was just fine with the Lieutenant himself. He didn’t care for everyone’s tendency to gossip or socialize, not when he was too busy.

And that was why he wasn’t pleased.

General Ima was… something of a special sort. The man behind the helm of Exclusion was a military genius, there was no questioning that. He was responsible for taking down more Republic ships under the guise of navigation failure and communications cutting out. Lands were soundlessly brought under First Order control.

Unfortunately he was a bureaucratic nightmare. If and when the man was required to open his mouth, in a social or political setting, left alone he would wind up with both feet in his mouth and going ass backwards in more ways than one. Handling of delegates, military officials and Imperial and First Order sentimentalists and loyalists was normally delegated to a general from one of the other starships, if it was a matter of superiority and anyone high enough in the First Order hierarchy had knowledge and access to the subject. If it was a matter specifically dealing with Ima or the Exclusion then the responsibility more often than not fell upon Hux’s shoulders, since he was most familiar with Ima’s paperwork and all of his communications, on- and off-ship.

Familiar was an understatement. Hux was responsible for all the paperwork, his own and Ima’s. Between his duties and Ima’s paperwork and communications he didn’t have time for socializing. Nor did he want or care to socialize. He was aware of and worked alongside his immediate superiors and fellow officers. His dislike of small talk meant he had more time to work during lunch, left alone in the mess hall, his datapad cycling through messages, spreadsheets, documents and whatever other files were being sent to him or Ima.

Had he not been at his normal level of engrossed in work, he might’ve been aware of the gossip going around about new arrivals. Had it been something official he would’ve received a message on the matter. Had the gossip been announced more than an hour previously he would’ve been alerted by fellow officers. Even they hadn’t heard and all arrivals went through them if not Ima himself.

Then again, considering the message had come straight through to Ima’s comm while the man was still asleep (at 1100 hours no less), none of it was surprising.

Finishing up his lunch, depositing it in the nearest waste bin as he made his way to the exit, Hux kept writing on his datapad, forwarding a message to the lucky general in question who would be handling Ima’s skipped dalliance. This was a common sight, the young officer walking through the corridors, eyes locked on the screen and making enough of an effort to not walk into anyone else that it never happened. As a gesture of kindness, or not wanting to risk provoking his anger, everyone gave him extra space as a precaution. Everyone on the Exclusion knew as much.

So when two figures walked full on into each other, one of them being Hux, everyone stopped and stared. Openly horrified but also greatly curious of the man cloaked in black.

A sound like the safety of a blaster being lifted escaped the helmet, except hoarse and grating. The low words that followed would’ve been a grumble but were surprisingly amplified. “Move out of the way.”

Hux huffed under his breath, gaze not even looking up from his work. “Look where you’re going.” He shouldered past the other man, the voice suggested as much, fingers not faltering for a second.

Except next thing he knew the datapad flew out of his hand with nary a touch, until the moment it landed in the other man’s hand. “You should look where you’re going,” the man corrected.

Straightening fully, pleased that the man wasn’t that much taller than himself, Hux stared him in his… viewport. Damn that was annoying. Normally he could stare down anyone. “Give me back my datapad.”

“Not until you apologise.”

“For what, not yielding to a walking garburator?”

The stranger flexed his hand, hanging uselessly at his side. “That is unwise.”

“Says the man who doesn’t know how to walk and look at the same time.” Hux huffed again, giving the man a once over. “Who doesn’t even know how to find his own ship. Did you take a wrong turn at Jakku? You must’ve missed your escape pod.”

When the other man dropped his datapad to the ground Hux leapt forward. He was pleasantly surprised that his jab to the stomach didn’t deflect off of more scrap metal, even pulling a surprised wheeze of breath out of the stranger. Victory was short lived, a wheeze drawn from his own lips when pressure seized down on his throat. An unseen pressure but which mirrored the hand that the stranger raised, fingers tightening around open air, though the grip around his neck intensified.

Hux kicked out, solidly hitting his kneecap on the way up to being hoisted. It was as though strings controlled him, lifting and flinging him up against the wall, once two Stormtroopers dashed out of the way.

You are more red than your own hair.

Gaze spiteful on the man who loomed forward widened, recognizing the voice that echoed in his head as the same one that spoke from out of the helmet.

His strength may have been fading but Hux felt confident that the hold around his neck was more than strong enough to hold him up. It was more than adequate for the past fifteen seconds. It took a few seconds to recognize the shape of an arm underneath the cloak and grabbed hold above and below the elbow. Hux twisted his grip in both directions, growling more than gasping as his windpipe was crushed more.

He was more disappointed than relieved when they were pulled apart. At least after the point they both landed on the floor, reverting to grappling with each other. It took a while for the grip on his throat to be released, a second after a snap sounded and an unnatural bend shifted the positions of his hands.

He was hauled up to his feet seconds later, two petty officers grabbing each arm. It gave the other man the perfect chance to lunge up, punching him in his face.

Hux stomped down on his foot, useless upon the thick boot, but the knee that coiled up caught him in the stomach, tumbling him back into the arms of two more black-clad men.

“Everyone, get back to work!” It wasn’t General Ima yelling to the stragglers watching the scene but a fellow lieutenant.

“Give me back my datapad.” Hux rasped out, cringing at his voice. “I’ve got work to do.”

The lieutenant looked between the two parties, to the man who clearly had a broken arm, and to Hux’s face, lip split and blood staining teeth and chin. Suppressing a grin at the last second she nodded to the officers holding Hux. “Take Lieutenant Hux to the medbay. I’m sure our… guests have their own methods for first aid.”

The other man strained forward, making for the two smirking lieutenants.

Needless to say his first meeting with the Knights of Ren didn’t go over well.

I can't stop thinking about this
+1

Dude, Phasma as Agent Conklin and Hux as Abbot (and Snoke as Dr Whatshisface?)! Poe as Landy? :D

All I need is Poe to go full James Bond for the Resistance; month spent as a different person, wildly altering his appearance to stay under cover, all the stealth kills you can shake a lightsaber at, then coming home to the base and everone doubletaking when a dirty old hobo /hairless monk/mohawked bruiser type runs up to them, slaps them on the back, and calls them Buddy just like Poe does.

+ Finn and Rey get over the initial shock quickly and love each different Poe as much as the original, tho honey please never shave your head again you look so good with hair, and please get rid if the pencil mustache it's terrible

++ dumb spy stories

we had such brilliant selkie fic a while back and i'd love if there was more of it but genderswapped. honestly anything. fluff, revenge, courtship. go wild! i just love the mythology about them and also i really love girls, so a marriage of the two would make my month! thanks!

I've seen a few fics where Hux is rewarded to Kylo for a job well done. Would LOVE to see the reverse!

+ hux is attracted to Ren, but Ren is oblivious to this
++ Kylo is absolutely outraged, Hux is smug and amused
+++ Hux jerking Kylo around, teasing him about their 'married life', buying him pretty things etc
++++ jokes aside, Hux really does care and works to win him over
++++++romance and seeeex! (Top!Hux much prefered! And awkward virgin!Kylo is always nice)

Live action version of the animate tree? Yes please. Also, book covers, and movie does not, that Schmendrick's master despaired of him and cursed him to live until he mastered his magic... So yes, there's a matter of pride, but there's the additional pathos of the forever young bumbler trying to become good enough to rejoin the mortal speed of aging/to be able like to live and die.

Poor Finn! "Of course you're not my son. I found you on my doorstop and thought, perhaps a child will make me happy. You did not. Of course, it was too late then..."

Is Vader the skeleton?

Who is the cat?

After dancing around it for a while, Kylo and Hux are finally going to do the do, except Kylo cums in his pants just from being kissed.

+ It's a neck kiss that did it
++ Hux is amused but also livid
+++ Hux gets to have an orgasm too

Hux is a virgin but he's determined to dominate and top Kylo on their first time. Kylo's more than happy to get a good dicking, but Hux is fumbling and awkward and becomes frustrated that he's not effectively getting Kylo to shut up and take his dick. Kylo ends up working himself open for Hux, who basically ends up as a service top.

If Hux is away from the sea for too long, she becomes irate and prone to lashing out - a shade closer to how Kylo is herself. This won't do. Snoke doesn't stand for it, and orders her off base at least once a month, otherwise their First Order missions suffer something dreadful from her temper. Snoke also orders her to take Kylo with her.

Hux always feigns anger at this, all pissed off pacing and grinding her teeth.

Snoke buys it every single time.

Kylo bites down on the inside of her own cheek in order to prevent herself from grinning delightedly.

-

Watching her swim is the most curious thing. She seems to slip between the waves, all quicksilver and light, then plummet like a stone.

Even though they have been together [albeit secretly] for little under a year now, Kylo is not allowed to watch her change.

"It's private." she hisses, as Kylo dutifully holds up a towel for her to slip into or out of her skin behind. The temptation is always to look, but there's a sort of fragile promise between them that she won't, even though she very easily could.

That, and Kylo knows that to lose a selkie's trust once is to lose it for good. She grew up hearing the legends. She knows just what happens when you piss one off. Hell knows, Hux has told her about all the people that have crossed her and just what happened to them.

She doesn't particularly want to be cursed any more than she already is.

-

They always end up curled up together in the sand as the sun goes down and the water chills again. Kylo spoons up behind her and combs her feet of firey hair until it's dry enough to be fastened up again. Her skin is spread out beneath them, a deep chocolate grey sort of colour flecked with white. It's always oddly cool to the touch, and so sleek it feels slippery, but it's better than no barrier at all between them and the beach.

If she's feeling particularly indulgent, Kylo will build them a bonfire, and they'll stay water-side long after the sun has set.

"Wish it was always like this." Hux says once, delirious and half-asleep. She'd subconciously had one hand fisted tight in the skin, and Kylo's heart had stuck in her chest. She'd carried her back to their shuttle that night and kissed her gently awake the next morning, afraid her mood had sunk as low as the ocean floor itself.

"One day it will be." she'd promised her. "One day, when you are empress, nothing will keep you from home."

[It had hurt to think that home might be the water rather than with her, but that wasn't important. This wasn't about her.]

-

Back on the Finaliser, in their shared quarters, Hux adds another smooth, flat pebble to the display on the dresser.

"Twelve." she murmurs, back to Kylo as she undresses for the night. "We've belonged to each other for a year."

"Oh." she says, ignoring the way her heart palpitates. "I hadn't been counting."

Hux shoots her a look over her bare shoulder.

"I'm sure." She pauses to fold her clothes and put them neatly away before joining Kylo in bed. "Time flies, hm?"

Her lips still taste of salt when she leans in to kiss the conflicted twist from Kylo's mouth.

A/N: I also love selkie myths, anon - good prompt! Hope you enjoy <3

Not OP but this is a wonderful fill! Airy and dreamy yet also grounded by your prose and their personalities.

... did I prompt this? SECONDED!

+1 because yes please to all of this.

#3 and #5 got me. thirding this.

The second time they met proper introductions were made. Not that it made either one of them more hospitable but at least no further blows were dealt. Their injuries had been treated, split lip and broken arm mended. Hux’s voice wasn’t fully recovered, still rough around the edges, and only the worst of the bruises lingered.

By the absolute mercy of all divinities, real or imagined, their introduction was arranged in the hangar, as the Knights of Ren readied for departure.

Both lieutenants flanked General Isac. Lieutenant Hux was present to ensure that Isac remembered the short speech that he wrote for him. After his medbay visit Hux had interacted with three of the Knights, accommodating them for their four-day visit and learning and assisting them in any way he could.

Emalee was there to run interference should another confrontation occur between Hux and the mysterious knight. Hux was on his best behavior, standard and not enforced. He was an officer, he behaved so long as he wasn’t provoked. Even when provoked he practiced restraint. Restrained and respectful he stood by as the Knights and the General bid their goodbyes.

The other Knight, despite the helmet over his face, stood hunched, shoulders seemingly curled forward, as he looked anywhere but at the three officers before him.

“Kylo.”

The knight looked up. Had his helmet not been in the way he likely would’ve been looking sideways to Tennka Ren. A silence stretched between them, amongst the whole group. It took Tennka turning to look at the knight fully for him, Kylo, to speak up.

“Lieutenant Hux.” Kylo Ren raised his voice if not his head. “I hope you don’t hold my… attack against you personally.”

Hux shook his head minutely, bringing his gaze straight to the knight. He would give the other man respect where the other man couldn’t. The thoughts in his mind were a different matter. “You took me by surprise when we walked into each other. I provoked you. Your attack was justified. I apologise.”

“My apologies.”

Blood-mouth Kylo’s voice sneered inside his head.

You crusty four-day old, bantha-shit stuck in raging heat, force-fed into all of your orifices.

Kylo flinched, reading his thoughts loud and clear.

Hux smiled graciously to the apology.

*

Their third encounter was unexpected.

A year had passed. Both Hux and Emalee had applied for transfers, wanting to expand their duties as lieutenant to other ships. Both had similar motives and reasons. In writing they more or less said the same thing. They wanted to travel more, learning firsthand about the new planets and regions allying with the Order. They wanted to enhance their skills.

In all honesty they wanted to get away from General Isac.

Emalee got the transfer.

Hux had no time for misery. The nice thing of being one of two lieutenants meant that the workload was shared between them. While Emalee had taken some responsibilities that Isac had shuffled off Hux now dealt with her duties. Anything and everything concerning expenditures and research and development were placed upon his shoulders. Along with his communication efforts and paper work and his own workload. He was lucky if he managed to crash between bouts of work. One hour naps were what he got. Two hour naps were a luxury.

One night, returning to his quarters after using the communal showers that all officers used, he glanced briefly to his bed, wistfully trying to remember what the pillow and mattress felt like. As narrow the bed was, the pillow and mattress hard and unyielding, it would be more comfortable than napping at his desk. Not that napping was an option, with all the work he still had to get done.

The black object on the foot of the bed was what caused him to do a double take. Approaching the bed he picked up what turned to be a rock, remarkably hot. Porous, the holes of various sizes, it was a good three inches high, coming to a sharp point. The base was rounded, large enough to nestle perfectly in his palm.

The rock and his hand thrummed, vibrations making his skin and muscles jump. Before he realized it the rock had gone from hot to burning. Clenching muscles kept him from dropping it even as it seared his skin. Gritting his teeth, trying to pry it loose with his other hand, he couldn’t get a proper grip.

A minute later the burn subsided. A pop sounded through the haze of panic, the blood in his ears no longer audible. It was like a seal breaking. Hesitantly he turned his hand over, the rock falling to the floor.

Turning his hand right side up, a welt of a burn covered his entire palm, skin bubbling and blistering, moving restlessly. Had he been able to rationalize through the pain he would’ve thought the blisters were forming into the shape of a face. Blisters concave resembled eyes and below it a series of blisters thinned out, joining together to form a line that might’ve been a mouth.

“Good evening Lieutenant.”

“What…” The more Hux focused it definitely looked like a face, if a face were to fit in one’s hand. “Who are you?”

The line broadened into a smile. “I am an admirer.”

“Pleased to make your-” Meeting another person usually involved an exchange of names. As it was this was the second time he met another without knowing who they were. “Agony?”

Eyes and mouth rolled towards his fingers, as though the face was cocking its head. “I would shake your hand but that is currently impossible. In the mean time we can set a date to properly meet.” It was eerie the intensity that was conveyed in his own flesh from another face, eyes locking on his. “I would really like to enjoy the man I’ve heard so much about. Tomorrow would work with me.”

Hux shook his head. “I have business calls to make all day. I have a delegate to speak to tomorrow, I need to correct a shipment error, I need to do a conference with two hostile territories-”

The face looked away from him briefly, as if someone was standing behind his right shoulder. Hux knew no one else was in his quarters, they were too small for someone to sneak in unnoticed. “Get in touch with Senator Mahimaki, Aquyee Corp and Veelu and Arima. Tell them they have to reschedule.”

He wanted to gape. He was fairly sure his lips were mostly pressed together, prepared to speak when addressed again, but his raised eyebrows conveyed absolute shock. How did he – it – know about his business plans? “Sir?” Hux ventured at last.

“I know enough about your general that he would approve of your day leave. Chances are you’d be back on your ship before he realizes you’re gone.” The face brought its attention back to him. Hux nodded mutely, bemused. “Leave your ship at 800 hours. Come here alone. The rock, bring it with you. It’ll provide your destination coordinates.”

Hux pressed his lips together. His last piloting task had been an emergency assignment five years back. The deployment that he accompanied to a planet was assisting in a civil war. Their forces assisted in countering the battles up until they established a ceasefire and assisted in negotiations that led to the cessation of the war. But before the ceasefire they had lost ground and their pilot. He was responsible for flying their aircraft back to safety. Surely he still had his abilities with him.

He nodded at last. “Yes sir.”

“And do get some sleep.” The face should’ve had a limited view but for his look up and down, it tsked lightly. “You look horrible.”

*

Hux chimed at the doors of Isac’s quarters but unsurprisingly the general didn’t stir. He tried three more times before making his way to the hangar. He was onboard one of the smaller aircrafts within a matter of minutes, requesting airspace leave under the grounds that a last minute meeting was established rather than hosting a phone call.

Placing the rock on the console a series of numbers was projected, bright blue digits illuminating the cockpit. Locking them into the navigation system he flew towards his destination. Hux was expecting some small planet in the middle of nowhere but was surprised to discover it was an old small space station, old for the materials it was built. If he knew his sources, and he usually did, it looked like the pieces were scavenged from ships and weapons of the Empire.

The station opened up to a hangar, wide enough to let two small aircrafts land and bank into position to fly out forward. There was already another ship inside. Was that how the face – man, arrived at the space station? Hux didn’t spend too much time pondering, walking towards the only other entrance to the hangar, a door at the opposite end.

The doors slid shut behind him at the same time as the voice called out. “Please come forward Lieutenant Hux.”

The voice came from down the corridor, followed by a louder voice, though that one wasn’t giving him directions. Hux didn’t think about. His thoughts were elsewhere, focusing on the curiousness of the space station, the whiteness of the corridor, the utter lack of doorways, just a well-polished path that led only one way.

He was greeted by one more door that opened automatically for him. A body was projected onto the far wall of the otherwise small black room, the body not behind him or anywhere else. A hologram embossed by white that gestured out to him, standing in the doorway. “Lieutenant Hux, pleased to meet you,” he spoke.

A snort sounded from inside the room, drawing the hologram’s attention off of him. Apparently there was someone else in the room. The hologram stared into the darkness, a look that brought a man out of hiding. At first Hux didn’t see him, concealed entirely in black. When a hood was lowered and the man stepped close enough to the hologram to let light cast onto his head he noticed the helmet. Recognized the helmet.

“Kylo Ren.” Levelling him with a look, appraising him more than anything, Hux sucked on his lower lip, remembering the punch. Remembering their final barbs at each other. “Didn’t expect to find you here.”

“Supreme Leader, you never told me you wanted me to summon him,” Kylo Ren stated. It was closer to a sulk. His hand fidgeted at his side, as Hux remembered from their first confrontation, but this time he held a hilt at his side. A hilt that lacked a blade.

“You wanted to see me?” Hux couldn’t resist, allowing himself a smirk. He stepped inside the room, allowing the knight some distance as he stood before the hologram, casting only a quick look in Kylo Ren’s direction. “I didn’t know you missed me.”

“Hardly the case.” Considering the way shoulders tensed and the robes rustled and shifted the other man had crossed his arms, continuing his haughty mood.

“Sir,” Hux greeted, deciding that a bow was in order for the man before him, or at least the image of the man before him. Remembering the knight’s earlier words he took the greeting a step further. “Supreme Leader, I am pleased to meet you.”

The hologram shifted, the man moving to rest his elbow on an armrest – Hux hadn’t noticed he was seated, could only imagine how tall the man would be in person – to prop his chin on his fist, studying him. “Lieutenant Hux, I am the Supreme Leader Snoke of the First Order. I communicate to the Order through my apprentice, who also happens to be the Master of the Knights of Ren.”

While things had hardly changed for him in the past year, things had changed considerably for the Knights of Ren. Kylo Ren still stood off to the side, pose unchanged, but he stood straighter, confidence returning. “I was not aware,” Hux replied smoothly, disguising his surprise with ease. “I’ve only met the Knights of Ren once. At the time the Master had been Ibsis Ren.”

“There have been… recent developments,” Snoke admitted.

“To move forward, to develop and grow stronger, changes are often needed.” Hux paused only briefly, a small smile playing at his lips. It was half amusement, half conceding, and all ploy to put a good face towards the Supreme Leader. “Master Kylo Ren embodies that. I may have not been able to admit to it when I last saw him but he’s a fierce fighter, strong in his devotion to his fellow knights. To best me wounded my pride but I’ve learned that from it. I’ve grown stronger in the end.”

Snoke lowered his arm, a knowing smirk pulling at his distorted face. “I have heard about this fight. It’s not very often that a First Order officer gets into a fist fight with one of the knights. It’s been the only time I’ve heard about an officer walking away from a fight with my Master Knight. That was part of what had me interested in about you.”

Hux mentally shrugged, wishing to ask the question that Snoke was clearly goading out of him. Except that Snoke was waiting on him to speak and the silence stretched longer.

“Arrogant as always.” It was Kylo Ren who snapped after a minute, snorting what sounded like a bantha snort through his helmet. “I don’t want to stay with him any longer than necessary so I’ll say it. What else has you interested in Blood-Mouth?”

“General Isac has his importance, but his role is minimal, by his own decision. He’s a skilled military-man and he should stick to that.” Leaning forwards Snoke looked down to him. “What I’ve heard from the other generals, whenever they need to communicate to General Isac or work alongside the Exclusion, the name they mention is mostly – yours.”

“It is possible… that I step beyond my role. There are boundaries to every position, for very good reasons.” Hux chose his words deliberately, wondering if he was toeing the line even now. Still he kept his gaze locked with Snoke’s, his expression unreadable. He didn’t dare hesitate despite the tickle of doubt in his stomach. “But the Exclusion is a ship, a starship, that needs to run and operate as it is intended to. I cannot speak as to why General Isac does what he does. The Exclusion is his responsibility but I am a Lieutenant. If there is any way I can help the General, to help the ship be what it is intended to be, I will do it.” He would’ve ended it there but a brief thought, so quick, brought a short laugh to his lips. “Change is inevitable, needed even, but if that change is to lose a starship, I will do all that I can to keep that ship. I can be a change to keep the ship. I can be a change for the Order.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kylo exaggeratedly, smoothly roll his head into a cocked position.

He kept his gaze forward though, watching Snoke, trying to read anything.

“Tell me Lieutenant Hux.” Snoke glanced briefly to Kylo but upon returning his attention to Hux there was a slight curve to those thin lips. “Have you ever wanted your own ship?”

Kylo and Hux are their TFA ages and they're both virgins.

After the events of the film, they realize their own mortality and decide they don't want to die without experiencing sex so they have clumsy, awkward, 'I'll pretend you're my last resort but really I've fancied you for years', strangely sweet sex

+100000 power bottom size queen hux

a most beautiful prompt

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Re: Kylo/Luke, Running Away Together

Re: FILL: shared fantasies

any/Poe: Poe Dameron Black Widow

Re: Kylo/Other, accidental telepathy

Re: Gen or FinnRey or Any; Jason Bourne AU

Re: Mitaka/Hux, grinding, clothed sex, mitaka finally getting to hit that

Re: Hux/Ben Solo, the Emperor's broken pet

FILL: Choking on the Truth (1/3) [Kylux - Choking - dubcon]

Re: Gen or Hux/Any, AU, Stormtrooper!Hux

Re: Gen or FinnRey or Any; Jason Bourne AU

Gen/Any - Poe Dameron, super spy extraordinaire

rule 63!kylux - selkies

(Kylux) snoke gives Kylo to Hux

Re: Last Unicorn plot-blend

Re: Last Unicorn plot-blend

Kylux, premature ejaculation

Kylux with Aggressive Virgin Top Hux

FILL - depth

Re: FILL - depth

Re: Kylux, virgin transman Kylo body worship

Re: (Kylux) snoke gives Kylo to Hux

Re: (Kylux) snoke gives Kylo to Hux

FILL: Choking on the Truth (2/4) [Kylux - Choking - dubcon]

Kylux, both virgin

Re: Kylo/Hux, size kink, praise kink