I know that you said, that you where mostly into Hux gaining weigh, but I have a weakness: Kylo and Hux having been in a relationship in a while, and Hux, who is basicly a noodle, decide to gain some weight (with Kylos support). But Hux is one of those people who really struggles to gain weight, so efter Kylo and him starte eating dessert more regulary and stuff... and after some time Hux finally gained a little weight and he is so happy. Meanwhile Kylo who had no trouble gaining weight (1/2)
, have been eating the same as Hux and gained quite a lot of weight....(sorry for my bad english) - I reallt love your blo btw and have a really nice day!!! (2/2)
i’m loving this concept anon
i’m a total sucker for that little known i’m-going-to-help-YOU-gain-weight, yikes-why-does-nothing-fit-ME trope. accidental mutual chubbiness hits me right in the kink
and even if he’s onboard, i feel like hux would be happy to have the upper hand through the whole thing, you know? he’s tired of being a “noodle,” as you said, but watching kylo attempt to soften him up and having that backfire pretty majorly, i’m sure, is an ego boost (just because he won one, not because he’s still thin). ‘maybe this wasn’t my original goal, but i’m rubber, you’re glue, whatever you feed to me sticks to you.’
which provides suuuch a great opportunity for hux to be oblivious to his own weight gain. he’s so smug about his bf accidentally getting fat that his own uniform not fitting comes as a genuine (albeit happy!) surprise.
as much as i love the idea of them supporting each other from start to finish, these boys are too shitty and combative to achieve their goal without some form of competition, right?
Fic prompt Hux has a VERY sweet tooth, but due to his job he has to keep himself in top condition at all times. Namely a very strict diet somehow (up to you) Kylo discovers his sweet tooth and decides to leave sweets and other such things dotted around his work space purely to catch him out and tease him. Although it takes a while for him to be caught, by then he has gained weight which arouses Kylo a lot more than it should. Teasing/Possible humiliation Bonus - Sexy stuffing times ensue
alright this is excellent thank you so much!!!
Kylo has never doubted the general’s ability to navigate life without pleasures. He’s much too sharp in his tongue and his looks to be anything but strict across the board, tightly wound until his head hits the pillow. He looks at Hux and sees a man lacking in human weaknesses - a fully functional, nearly limitless droid with orange hair and poorly obscured freckles.
His lip curls at the sight of Hux in the morning, so crisp and quick on his feet. His hatred grows each time he expects to catch him craving rest, unshaven and relaxed. Hux’s meals are as restricted and colorless as the man himself.
Today is the same as any other. Comically small portions on a charcoal gray tray to match Hux’s suit. He passes everything high in calories, anything with the potential to slow him down - until he reaches the desserts. A limited selection, Kylo notes, but a definite hesitation.
He keeps a safe distance for a few days following. Each time Hux arrives at the sweet things, one of three things occurs: he lingers a second too long, his fingers twitch against the edges of his tray, or he bites his lower lip aggressively enough to cause Kylo discomfort. He finds himself wondering if it’s unbreakable (this mean diet), or if Hux could be persuaded to indulge in private, where no one is waiting for him to make a mistake.
Would the man accept anonymous treats out of desperation or has Kylo blown this out of proportion in his search for a pulse?
Hux is alone (a rarity) and Kylo has a cupcake from the mess hall. He leaves it on the surface nearest the door and exits the room without a sound. This is how he claims the upper hand.
When he returns minutes later, the room is clear - dessert included. I’ll catch you, he thinks. This isn’t over.
The following afternoon, he brings brownies (four). Next day, a slice of pie. Then a cupcake different from last. Then cookies in the afternoon and a chocolate bar in the evening of the same day. Kylo wonders whether Hux has taken to ditching each dish and punishing his inferiors. And then Kylo ups his game.
A chocolate chip muffin in the morning - large - and a slice of cake for lunch. Half an apple pie before he sneaks off to bed. He leaves candy everywhere; he thinks he sees Hux taking something from a drawer, once, but he chooses not to jump until he’s certain.
It goes on (with portions increasing) for weeks. Hux becomes more elusive by the day, sometimes remaining in his chambers until work has already begun. Kylo can hardly believe it when the opportunity arises.
He’s eating, and looking vulnerable without his coat, and Kylo’s grin is wicked until he regains enough composure to approach him. He dives in for the kill, proud and excited under his heavy, ridiculous mask.
What greets him is not what he expects to greet him.
A disgruntled, hand-in-the-cookie-jar, red-faced Hux would be amusing, but what Kylo gets instead hits him somewhere else.
“General,” he says, later vowels drawn out by surprise.
“Ren,” he replies. He’s calm. A few bites of something sugary held between matching sugary fingers. “I suspected Phasma for some time. She’s always thought me too severe.”
Allowing himself a few moments to inspect the other man, Ren stays still and silent. It doesn’t feel right to tease until he’s set his aim, and Hux is now presenting him with a great deal more than an insatiable sweet tooth.
His belt, always secured at the tightest setting, is at least four notches looser. His uniform fits him differently - it’s tighter in the arms, the thighs, and a little bit in the neck. His cheekbones are less obvious, less frightening.
As if lost for control of his own body, Kylo reaches out with open hands and light fingers to touch Hux at his waist. Not a trick of the light, he discovers, but a real belly. He’s only just begun to explore when Hux takes him by the wrists and forces him away.
And to Kylo’s great delight, he’s pink from neck to ear.
“Does this - embarrass you, General?”
Hux’s glare is heavy, but the red tint surrounding softens the blow. There’s a twitch of a smile beneath Kylo’s mask.
“You’ve lost control.”
“I’m in control,” says Hux, hardly daring to believe his own lie.
“Prove it to me.” He punctuates the sentence with a step forward. “Show me.”
The general appears to be wrestling with a response in his head. Kylo lets himself in.
It could be that it’s easier to yield, or that the self hatred Kylo senses has taken over, but Hux doesn’t fight it. He allows Kylo to hear what he thinks of himself: I’m weak. This is pitiful. I’ve never been so HEAVY. Then he’s swept into a scene - Hux trying hard and failing harder to pull the clasps of his breeches together, and choosing, at last, to set them under his belly - so pale and spotted —
— “Out,” he hears, closer and cleaner than stolen thoughts. Hux’s eyes are tightly shut; the blush hasn’t fallen.
Then, softer, “If you intend to expose me, I only request that you do so quickly. I’ve given you your material - don’t force me to stew in anticipation.”
And before he can give himself a logical reason for or against pulling his next move, Kylo is kissing him. No shoving is as much encouragement as he needs to hold steady for a few seconds (even if he doesn’t quite hit the mark, teeth on teeth and lips badly aligned). It’s messy and aggressive and fitting, and his hands roam where they shouldn’t in an attempt to memorize Hux’s flesh.
“I have,” the older man begins, sounding uncertain and young. “No interest in your charity.”
“I have no interest in giving it.”
If - if Kylo goes back in for a second kiss, and if Hux, this time, returns it, no one will know. And if this experiment goes unabandoned, they do an impressive job keeping it hidden. If Kylo’s feet carry him to Hux’s chambers and Kylo’s arms carry enough desserts to test the man’s capacity, it’s only after the crew has been ordered to retire.
Kylo falls a little bit in love with Hux, now complete with weaknesses to match his own. And Hux - poor, human Hux - increases in weight at a rate consistent with that of his care for Kylo.
