
Tag: yesss
Progeny
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2mBfuM3
by Geishacomb
General Hux has not allowed the Supreme Leader back into his bed since the events of TLJ. But when he does, the consequences are far graver than either he or Ren could have ever imagined.
OR: yet another Kylux mpreg fic nobody asked for.
Words: 1821, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
- Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
- Rating: Mature
- Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
- Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo
- Additional Tags: Mpreg, Yep I finally went there, Dubious Consent, Choking, Violence, Hux and Ren are terrible people, And worse expectant Fathers, Hux is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, There’s actually not a lot of beds involved
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2mBfuM3

Big Country – In A Big Country
For those who enjoyed The Sun In Wintertime by @kyluxtrashcompactor and I, if you haven’t heard the song the title is based on please give it a listen, it never fails to remind me of this pairing in the days after Starkiller
I now demand that you write some sweet, romantic fluff, canon-verse! A prompt sentence: “Come here.”
Your wish is my command, dear!
“Come here,” Hux says, and Ren assumes this is addressed to Millicent. There has never been a more spoiled creature in the entire galaxy than that cat, Ren thinks, maybe a touch jealous. All of Hux’s coldness and irritability melt away in the presence of his favored pet; he is downright tender. The feeling is mutual. Millicent purrs from the moment Hux walks in the door until the moment he leaves, and then she jumps onto his bed or desk chair and goes to sleep. She is reluctant to share, but will allow it because Hux approves.
“You,” Hux says, beckoning Ren. “Come here.”
He does not sound particularly commanding. He sounds almost pleading, except he’s smiling, he enjoys making the request. He’s sitting on the bed, up against the headboard, waiting. Millicent hurries out in front of Ren, goes to Hux, climbs onto his shoulders but leaves his lap free, and Ren takes the opportunity.
“Thought you meant the cat,” Ren says, muffled against Hux’s stomach.
“Does that mean I’ve started talking to you the way I talk to her?”
“It’d be nice to be spoiled the way she is.”
Hux ruffles Ren’s hair, and, catlike, Ren feels himself press into the touch. “Shall I spoil you, Commander?”
“Yes,” Ren says, shifting so he’s looking up at Hux. “You will. Just like Millicent.”
“You wouldn’t like it, if I did it just the way I do with Millicent. Fattening you up and keeping you trapped in my room? You’d go mad. You’re a very different sort of pet.”
“What sort, then?” Ren wants to know.
Hux smirks. “A beast. A lovely beast.”
This answer pleases Ren, who proves his beastliness by nipping at Hux’s fingertips when he runs them across Ren’s lips. It is so wonderful to be thought of as a lovely beast by someone like Hux, for someone like Hux to think of him as both dangerous and beautiful. He will later thank Hux by fucking him, primal, thoughtless, all teeth and iron grip and snarled thankful commands, but for now he is content to laze in Hux’s arms, a gentle pet for the moment.
