My friends, the people of earth. . .

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Buckle up. I have a lot of thoughts on this man. This started out as a headcanon, then one-shot, but it changed into, uhhh, something else. I didn’t proof read. Sue me.

Rating:18+

Warnings: Masturbation, Hux feeling humiliated, reader is freaked out for him, cum-eating, high-key nasty with it…

WC: 1,963

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Firstly, there is one thing and one thing only that will break though the General’s professional demeanor and years of repressed desires and that is competence. Nothing will get this man’s cock hard like someone on his level of manipulation and strategy. He needs someone who can not only keep up with him, but push him farther. He needs someone to vent to and bounce around ideas with. You end up being his go-to, which automatically begins to build rapport, trust, and intimacy. He will start to make small comments towards you, spending more time to look over your hard effort. He will certainly begin to compliment your work ethic: bonus points if you stay up later than him. It will get under his skin almost as much as Kylo. If your eyes were not so pretty, he might actually begin to care.

Speaking about caring, Hux is the type of person to care immensely about his own pride and keeping up appearances. Take his gelled hair, for example. You can tell how stressed he is by how many layers there are. The thicker the shell, the higher the blood pressure. If you were to give a bit of appreciation for his accomplishments, however, you would certainly be higher up on his radar. Hux likes those who like him. He can tell the difference between a genuine compliment and a suck-up, though, so you will not want to lay it on too thick.

Now, Hux is well respected by his crew, especially those below him. We know how much he struggles to prove himself against the older and more traditional members of the Order, so having someone like you who actually agrees with his future of technological advancements is a massive boost in confidence. He did not quite understand what he was feeling in the beginning. There was a strange stirring in his gut. At first he brushed it off as jealousy, but it was not the same as he felt towards Ren. No, this was something else. Many times he had caught himself staring at you, eyes gravitating towards your form on the bridge.

Half way through the first morning cycle, he had been conversing with you and some others on the observation deck. Snoke had approved a new project, and conveniently named you head of development. It was quite the honor, and you commanded with dignity. The assertion in your voice had the hairs at the back of his neck standing. His eyes traveled the length of your body, taking in each insufferably perfect detail. It was not until you cleared your throat to catch his attention that he realized he had been staring at your mouth. Kriff…was he really doing that? His face and stomach dropped instantly, but something else was rising. Hux made a b-line straight for an empty briefing room, all too aware of the growing tightness of his trousers.

This situation was entirely too humiliating for him. At least when Supreme Leader Snoke punished him after his failure of Starkiller Base he could talk his way out of it. Perhaps it was the suddenness of it all that he hated most. Hux prided himself on his perfect control, but it seems his cock did not get the memo. It took far longer for it to go down. The next several cycles were not any easier. He spent his time keeping busy in his office, or making his rounds; conveniently ignoring you. The last thing he needed was an instant erection in front of of all his officers. But of course, nothing ever goes exactly to plan.

The erections kept occurring. It gets to the point where he needs to excuse himself from discussions as soon as he sees you enter the room. A thought occurs to him: it had never been this bad, even when he was young. At night, in his chamber, he fought the urge to relieve himself.

He lost.

Hux stared at the sad sight of his release slowly dripping down the wall of his refresher, the water carrying it down the drain. He could feel the bile rise to the back of his throat. He was getting off to his subordinate for kriffs sake…as a General of the First Order, it was all kinds of wrong. He would have fired himself if he were not so essential to the Order's success. Over the course of the next few months, his secret routine of guilt-ridden masturbation continues. Every night before he sleeps, he allows himself a moment of indulgence. "Just this once...," Hux whispered to himself. Such an indulgence found its way into his morning routine as well; a way to clear his mind before his shift began. Eventually, enough time had passed for him to at least somewhat be able to control himself in your presence. Patience would be tested soon as the evening approached. He had called you into his office for a briefing.

General Hux sat behind his desk as your footsteps approached. Each beat against the durasteel had his loins pulsating like the heartbeat of a hummingbird. Not now…not now… His eyes met yours in cool expression as you took a seat across from him, pulling out your holopad. It would be a longer meeting, as there was much to go over. These past few weeks you have been collecting all data on the project. He tried his hardest to focus. He really did.

After an hour, it was time for a break. You stepped out to grab two hot cafs. He mentally counted down the seconds before the doors hissed shut behind you. Once you were gone, he made his way straight to the refresher adjacent to his main office. Hux had approximately five minutes to rub one out before you would come back. He made quick work to pull out his member, griping it firmly. He took a moment to observe its appearance: the head was dark red in color, swollen and angry that its master had ignored it for so long. The weight in his hand felt heavier than normal, and a wave of hunger filled his gut as he gave the shaft a firm squeeze. The pressure was torturous. He began to stroke himself, movements growing faster and faster until that familiar feeling of his balls tightening was all he could focus on. His free hand gripped the edge of the counter as the orgasm washed over him. Rope after rope of warm fluid shot into the tissue. Letting out a sigh, Hux tossed it aside before tucking himself away and washing his hands. He returned to his desk just in time for your return.

The last hour of the meeting went smoothly. He was almost in the clear until you accidentally spilled some caf on your uniform. He thought nothing of your asking to use the refresher before you took leave. He nodded, watching your backside as you made your way across the room. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Just as you disappeared, hitting him like a TIE-fighter: he forgot to throw away the tissue. No doubt you would see it; the wadded up materiel coated in half-dried cum. There was only one logical conclusion you could draw from it. Horror overcame his entire body, face flushed and body sweating beneath the uniform. His face contorted and some pitiful sound escaped his lips. He was too in shock to cry. How could he be so careless??

Once inside, you froze at the exhibit. You had only been gone five minutes... Had it been there beofre the meeting? The pearlescent sheen made it obvious that it was fresh. It made sense now why he had been avoiding you, but it was certainly still a surprise seeing such a confirmation.

You used the refresher as normal and cleaned up your shirt. But, curiosity could not be ignored. You bent down to get a closer look. Some of the fluid had spilled out of the tissue and onto the black counter. The light-on-dark contrast made your lower half begin to ache. What a waste... You could not allow yourself to pass up such an valuable opportunity. Reaching out, your fingers gathered up the cum. It was a bit thin, but still sticky. Rubbing your fingers together, the sensation it provided was very pleasant. Your mouth parted, bringing your hand up to let the fluid drip onto your tongue. Salty. You rolled it around in your mouth for a good minute, memorizing its viscosity. Such sad business that it had already gone cold...you would have very much preferred it warm. However, it was better than nothing. Your eyes closed with a faint hum of satisfaction. Too long you have dreamed of what the General tasted like, which led to the next task of pulling down your trousers. You gathered a good amount of the substance, rubbing it into the crotch of your underwear for safe keeping. It was a shame you didn’t work in the labs, or else you could have taken some in a vial for later use. Licking your fingers clean, you neatly stuffed the item into the inner pocket of your jacket.

You made your way back out, eyes falling on the trembling figure. Taking your seat once more, you simply watched him. Hux’s mouth gaped open and closed like a fish out of water. He knows that you know what he did. For once, he genuinely wished Kylo’s saber would strike him down right then and there.

“Your refresher is much nicer than mine.” You lick your lips. The amusement in your voice was obvious.

His reaction was instant. “I…I…”

"I really should get going. I will have the rest of the data sent to you in the morning." Before he burst into tears, you gathered your things. Bidding him good night and making your way back to your chambers.

Hux was stuck like that for god knows how long until he was able to gather up some courage and come back to reality. He took a deep, shaky breath. You had been so professional with him...you didn't even make any comment. Maybe you did not notice? But there was no way you could have missed it. Hux had to ration with himself that you were willing to let it go. As debasing as the situation was, he had to remain calm. He stood up on weak legs and peered into the private area.

Relief flooded him instantly as he took in the scene: no tissue in sight. These past few minutes had been the highest stress of his life. He might very well have preferred to take two Starkiller Base failures than have had really left his crime out in the open. His shoulders finally dropped as he tuned to leave. But as luck would have it, nothing ever goes his way. The light catches the remnants of his seed streaked across the surface. Rushing to the counter, his jaw went slack.

Fingermarks.

Had you tried to clean it up for him?? The very thought made his heart drop out of his ass. He looked to the trash bin, the floor, all around the area, but there was no tissue to be found. It was gone. Did you flush it? No, you only went to clean your shirt, and he would have heard that. The only conclusion, and the most horrific one, was that you took it.

All his breath left him at once. He recalls the way you licked your lips before you left. His eyes snapped shut at the idea you tasted him. The whole situation came crashing down on him as he felt the familiar feeling of his cock straining inside of his pants.

Here we go again…

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This is how I imagined all of you supporting me while I wrote this. It is 2:15am and I fear this may be my favorite work yet...

Masterlist

Dedicated to @ominoose (it was her idea)

Kylux - FIrst Kiss; Hux faces his first kiss like an execution. Will Kylo kill him or kiss him?

The moment was here and Hux knew Ren was about to kiss him. “Make it quick…” Kylo heard a distant thought… ‘will it hurt?’ the poor virgin.

See the full piece here

And here is the final piece I did for the careful ren zine. It is a Fill-In piece for the fic “Cooking the Books” by JinxedAmbitions on Bluesky. The art work was done by me and it was colored and rendered by the wonderful @collophora

Yes it is Freaky

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[NSFW] - Hitaka

tw : ass, ass licking, drooling, bdsm.

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hello, pookie!! anything for you 💖 (18+ only my loves!!)

- I heard someone saw Kylo Ren without his mask,very good looking,awesome haircut.