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starlightsearches · 10 months
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Yes come to the dark side we have daddy issues and weekly therapy lmfao
But the way I would crumble so fast. I’d try to be defiant but uh. I’d do anything he told me to
so sorry i let this sit in my inbox for so long but now it gives me an excuse to write about hux hitting it from the back so 😚
some TWs for mentions of self-harm, somnophilia, and minor dub-con elements. 18+ only. female reader.
the thing about hux is that he's quite the romantic behind locked doors.
because everything about you is so different from what he's known—being loved and touched and felt so gently.
so sex is always soaked in emotion, wet lips and nudged foreheads and his blushing pink knuckles pulling you closer anywhere he can reach.
it's heavy, and so is this, but in a different way.
hux is incendiary, leaving sparks and ashes in his wake as he stalks down the empty corridors.
it all weighs on him. feeling overpowered, over-ruled, and worst of all, feeling impotent.
and he hates it more than anything, insides of his cheeks mangled from biting back all he wished he could say until his breath stank with the coppery scent of his own blood.
anger like this doesn't go away on it's own.
he could drive it out of himself. let it drip down his fingers with the blood from his knuckles, find ways to let the hurt bloom across his skin until everything else is washed away.
it’s what he would do, before you.
he's in his quarters instead, still in uniform, staring at you from the end of the bed you share most nights.
it feels wrong, and that's what he needs right now, watching you breathe with the cadence of sleep. his eyes tracing hungrily over the slope of your back, the curve of your ass and the plush skin of your thighs.
hux is not gentle when he grips at your hips, but you don't wake. not when he tugs you towards the end of the bed, not when your head slides from the pillow.
not when he yanks the waist of your shorts down over your ass.
he's not sure when he got so hard, or how, but his cock is pulsing at the jiggle of your ass when he bares it.
hands still clad in leather gloves, he grips at the tender flesh without any thought of gentleness, spreading your ass cheeks wide, baring you to him.
and he's not angry anymore, but there's something else terrifying inside of him, a pressure, a need he can't suppress in his chest when he spies your puffy pussy glistening in the low light.
you groan when his fingers split you open, tracing your slit with slow but insistent movements.
hux just shushes you, squeezing at his handful of ass while his fingers impatiently circle your clit.
you're not as wet as he's used to, but sleep has made you pliant enough. he slips his cock from his trousers and breathes hard, stroking the tip up and down your weeping cunt.
there's a whine on your lips when the head of his cock slips inside, eyes fluttering open when he pulls your hips back to meet his.
he presses the flat of his palm firmly against your spine, keeping you right where he wants you.
"go back to sleep, love."
and maybe hux doesn't want you to see him like this. maybe he's afraid of what will bubble to the surface if you look him in the eyes.
he just wants to get lost in it—in the slap of skin and the way your ass dents against his hip bones and the bliss of your cunt fluttering around him, the pace hard and fast and not at all what he's used to.
he's close already, neck stretched long and his eyes on the ceiling, vision fogged at the edges.
he's so close, but there's a sick guilt in the pit of his stomach, a faltering in the pace of his hips.
how could he use you like this?
hux wills himself to stop, to slow the tempo of his thrusts and beg for your forgiveness on his hands and knees, to deny himself of a pleasure he's never once deserved as part of his penance.
but there's the brush of your fingers, your shaky hand covering his own, pressing him tighter against the swell of your hip.
a swift breath, the sight of your pink tongue pressed between wet lips.
"armitage," you breathe, "please."
oh.
you like this.
and he's never been able to deny you anything.
he thrusts harder, deeper into your wet and aching pussy, fingers gripping at your hips close enough to bruise.
and when he feels you cum around his cock with that delicious cry, he's completely forgotten what had him so furious in the first place.
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darthnostra · 1 year
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I made these in a possessed frenzy, so I apologise for the bad edits ✨✨
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Hux spends the rest of his life in New Republic prison. He told them that death sentence would do, but they decided to torture him for the rest of his life with small cell and therapy sessions. Oh how humanitary. The thing is Hux broke every therapist. No one lasted longer than a week. Until he met Ben Solo ( who looks suspiciously similar to dead Kylo Ren but he denies it). He is not exactly a therapist ( at least Hux didn't think so) but Hux is up to the challenge. As usual gore and murder stuff didn't seems to work he started talking about his sex life with Kylo Ren before his death.
And It takes a lot for undercover Kylo Ren not to snap out of his new well-behaved self. A lot. Especially with this bored, touch starved, feral Hux behind energy shield of his cell who doesn't give a fuck anymore to whom he is talking to and about what.
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doctor-mccoys-sanity · 3 months
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The urge to write a long ass fic about Hux all the way through to TROS (with changes from the films but not his backstory) is so strong
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cassettoicecream · 1 year
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In his rooms, where none is watching, the apparently impassive general can let go himself and his fears.  During his duties he seems so confident, but it's just because he is very good to hidden what haunt him from his childhood
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eunr0 · 2 years
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hux and ren finding out about kylux
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kyluxtrashpit · 9 months
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Something something Hux accesses the FO Butt Hole Scan Database to identify the very shapely and tight ass he found sticking out of the gloryhole last night
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rosiethefurry101 · 1 year
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I am a simple girl, I see anything Darth Maul, Darth Vader/Anakin, Obi-Wan, the Mandalorian, Savage Opress, Feral Opress, Kylo Ren, General Hux, Captain Phasma, or Just anything Star Wars related. I click :]
(Also my phone just try to auto correct Maul to mall….LMAO 😂)
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the-autistic-vulcan · 11 months
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so an idea crossed my mind...
warnings: mentions of past abuse, just dark stuff in general
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Gif Credit: @darthlorddiamond
so i was on character ai and on his wiki page, and something crossed my mind:
the reason why he cannot stand any form of lack of control is because control was all he ever knew. his abusive upbringing was all down to rearing him in a certain way to embrace the ideas and thoughts others placed on him
he secretly likes the lack of control because he feels like he has a little freedom, but at the same time, he's always associated it with getting beaten, mocked, smacked around etc.
while he can let go of the reigns for a bit, he needs to assume control, otherwise his anger absolutely skyrockets - the workplace doesn't help either.
in conclusion, hux needs to be in control because he associates the lack of control with beatings
feel free to share your thoughts in the tags
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starlightsearches · 2 months
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I was wondering if you could do
6 for Hux?
Your hux content keeps me fed like no other author <3
6. Their vices (physical or emotional)
Hux is not big on self-indulgence, so what he considers vices seem normal to everybody else. Things like hot showers instead of room temperature or even cold ones, a spoonful of sweetener in his caff, or even sitting down for a moment could be considered vices if you're mentally ill enough!!!!
send me a number!
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sariastrategos · 1 year
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Harking back to my First Order Loves Hot Sauce HC; Kylo should be able to handle spice given his father was a smuggler and his mother a senator so you’d THINK they’d bring home some exotic flavours but he can’t handle spicy foods AT ALL. Like he tried testing the waters with some of the sauce in the mess hall and it almost killed him and his reputation, running for anything to douse the burn.
No one will even think it near him but they all think he’s a bit of a wimp after that, Force powers be damned.
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Soo Today i want to share two random fragments of something that i am working on for some time. Just because i can. So for the context it's Hux centered gingerpilot, post-canon, Hux is a prisoner and Lucien is an OC character, therapist assigned to evaluate Hux during the trial.
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"For how long you weren't eating ?" Hux shrugged. Keeping his eyes fixed on the iv. "They said it was quite a while... i am sorry. It should never happened. Guards are obligated to report if someone refuses to eat."
Hux smiled amused looking at Lucien. He looked serious but Hux actually wanted to laugh. Looks like saint Renovated Republic was not very much of a difference. He still felt weak.
"What a surprise... "he said silently.
"You should probably rest. I can return tomorrow."
"No. That is fine. I am used to that." He said before he could bite his tong.
"To that?..."
"I was never a fan of eating."
"I see. Was it a matter of... Lack of time or something else.?" How to put that? That was actually much better topic than feelings.
"I think eating is a waste of my time, waste of resources, waste of energy... "
"Keeping yourself alive is a waste. That is what you are saying, General. What else you consider a waste? Sleep? " Hux took a sip of his nutrition drink just to be quiet.
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"Can you...? Look in the mirror?"
" Oh yes. I can." he answered lightly. "Looking is not much of a problem. The problem is what is staring back at you." He smiled. Poe swallowed and shook his head. He stood up and left. Armitage sighed eating his ration bar. He never had problem with mirrors. Or... Maybe more correct would be to say that he had it since he was a child. Because every time he looked in the mirror, Brendol Hux stared back.
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starryjellyfishies · 2 years
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My favorite past time is reading fics for media I don't consume so I learn just how badly I am at distinguishing canon from fanon
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cassettoicecream · 1 year
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I hope that if Thrawn is connected with the First Order he could become a friend or an ally of Armitage.
I couldn't accept Thrawn get along with Brendol Hux
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wookieejamcrew · 1 year
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the through line between the grand inquisitor's death and brendol having "gone to pasture" afterwards (we still don't know if he ever learned that he died since lt. chiron says his death was top-secret intel. he might've noticed that it was after their argument he just. stopped coming to arkanis. boo hoo sad.) is a steel wire galvanized by his reaction to rae exercising her dominance over him in empire's end. in this essay i will
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kingdomhate · 6 months
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Calling Them Cute Scenarios!
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Kylo Ren: He smiled and brought himself closer to you, intimately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a cozy hug. "I think you're adorable," Kylo raised your chin gently to look into your eyes. "And so, so precious." He leaned down and kissed you with an unspoken devotion. The act making your heart pound and a soft pink hue spread lightly across your cheeks. Kylo reaches for your hand, intertwining them as he deepens the kiss, steadily increasing his passion. His black leather gloves, deliciously cold in stark contrast to the heated kiss you both shared in the intimate moment.
As he pulled away, his eyes flutter open to meet yours, and his head spins. You are so pretty to him. He feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he embraces you again, resting your head against his chest.
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Armitage Hux: Armitage stared down at you, his nose wrinkling at the thought. Him, cute? "Pardon me?! I am not cute, I am powerful! I am the brains of the First Order!" He spits. "You're adorable." You coo, touching his cheek. Despite his efforts to remain in control, he softens. Weak under your touch, under the influence of your words. He sighs and looks at you, the look in his eyes resembles deep affection and tender love. "I love you." He whispers to you, as you place a kiss to his forehead and lips. The kiss is tender, reassuring. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your waist, leaning you down slightly.
"You're so special," You utter into his ear, making his breath hitch. "I love you too."
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Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi smiles and blushes, hiding his face a bit. Once he has your composure, he turns back to you. "That title belongs to you, my dear. Just you." You smile and approach him, your hands going onto either of his cheeks. "Is that so? How adorable." You lean in to give him a kiss. Obi-Wan engulfs you in a warm, soothing embrace, reminding you of his endless love. "Yes, my love. Nothing short of it." He leans in to kiss you once more, holding you close, wrapping you in his brown Jedi robes, you welcomed the affection and giggled.
Resting his head against yours, he gazed into your eyes. His jade eyes boring into yours, more than ever, you feel like you could get lost in them. Would you be upset if you did? No. What a perfect paradise. "I adore you, Obi." You pull him closer, wanting nothing but the feeling of his skin against yours. "As do I, my love. As do I."
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Luke Skywalker: Luke grins sheepishly at your compliment, was he really? Bashfully, he shied away from your eyes, and you playfully nudged him. "Do you think you aren't?" You asked, gazing at his blushing figure. "I-I do," He turns shyly to look at you. "Just- it sounds weird when you say it aloud." You tilt your head. "What? Why?" Luke rubs the back of his neck, seemingly nervous. "It's lovey-dovey." You cross your arms. "You love it." You tease. Luke turns away dismissively. "N-no! I don't.." You could practically see the blush in his words, as he spoke dismissively. You smirk. "Yes, you do!" You spin him to make him look at you and you plant a sweet kiss on his lips.
"It's fine if you don't, you know?" You assure him, sitting next to him. He nods. "No, I like it!" Luke insists, taking your hand in his, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "Really?" A smug smirk begins forming on your lips. "I love you, my cute boy." You press your lips to his again.
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Anakin Skywalker: He grins at you. "I am, aren't I?" He says smugly, and you giggle. "Of course you are." He goes over to you and looks at you, still grinning. "But you're adorable, so monumental." You blush at the sudden compliment and playfully shove him. "Aren't you a tease?" Anakin smirks at you, laughing a bit. "But you love it." You couldn't help but nod. "Duh." He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. "God, I love you." He admits, resting his he chin atop your head. Lightly caressing his hair with his mechanical hand and holding you with his normal one. "I don't know what I would do without you."
His words send affection straight to your hand, and you you smile uncontrollably. "Me neither. I love you more than I could ever describe, sweetie." You lean back, touching his cheek. "I live for you, my love. You are my purpose." You melt, his words causing small tears to prickle your eyes as you quickly wipe them away. "I love you so much, Ani."
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