#hitaka

[omeletti]

Messy warm up sketches because these men live in my mind now

I love how Mitaka seems perpetually haunted by the horrors, he's so real for that.

Feat. tiny Hux because the worms in my brain unionized and made demands

[monstersfuckingeachother]

hux bites people during sex send tweet

[rommonoch]

@preggyhux

[armiestice]

Buried in my drafts, as always

[vivalahuxprompts]

my sleep-deprived ass keeps thinking about a scenario in which either Kylo, Pryde, Poe or Mitaka handcuff Hux, our favourite workaholic, to a bed so that he has no choice but to sleep 👀🙏

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[my-complicated-pairs]

With which villainous male character you ship Armitage Hux the most?

with Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

with Dopheld Mitaka

with Enric Pryde

with Snoke

with Thrawn

with Brendol Hux

with Orson Krennic

with Wilhuff Tarkin

with DJ

with Bala-Tik

with Sheev Palpatine

with Pancras/Pankracy from "The Undivine Comedy"

Voting ended onMar 14

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Kylo let Mitaka into Hux's quarters. Dopheld blinked nervously; he did not expect Ren here.

"Ah. Lieutenant, Grand Marshal is expecting your report. He is there," Mitaka swallowed, looking at the bedroom door. It was unusual.

"I shouldn't… "

" Go on. He is decent. Mostly." Ren grinned. Mitaka cleared his throat and went there, squeezing his hat in his hands. Hux was decent. What it meant was he had something on. More precisely, a short, silky robe. It was long enough to cover everything that should be covered, but short enough to reveal a bit too much. Mitaka's face burned. Hux sat up on the edge of the bed.

"G-grand Marshal, sir. Lieutenant Mitaka reporting."

"Good, report from operation Sunrise."

Mitaka took a breath and started talking, trying to avoid looking at Hux, but his eyes wandered.

"Very well. " Hux said when Mitaka ended. "Very well, Lieutenant," he hummed. Mitaka looked at him and then realized that there were droplets of blood on Hux's sheets.

"Do you… Require medical attention, Grand Marshal..? " Mitaka blurted out. Hux frowned.

"Do I… require medical attention, Lieutenant?"

"I… Suppose not, but…blood… "

"Hm… Then maybe ask Ren if he requires medical attention." Hux snorted.

"What?" Ren chose this moment to appear at the door.

"Lieutenant Mitaka was wondering if you require medical attention, Ren." Hux smiled playfully. Kylo laughed.

"Did you, Lieutenant? "

"Actually… "

"Maybe I do. Our Grand Marshal here has quite sharp claws."

"Lieutanant doesn't need to know that." Hux hissed.

"But he needs to give you a report in the bedroom?"

"It's… Unrelated."

"You are awful and cruel and a tease, Hux." Ren snorted.

"Dismissed, Mitaka."

The officer cleared his throat and nodded.

"Yessir. Lord Ren." He mumbled and left quickly, almost tripping on his way out.

"You would let the man have his way with you at least once, Hux, he is so desperate for it." Ren chuckled, sitting next to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hux let the robe fall off his shoulder and lit a cigarette. "But maybe promotion is in order. He is capable enough to command a ship."

Ren snorted.

"He would rather kneel before you for the rest of his life than be sent away, Hux."

Hux blinked.

"What?"

"Don't play coy." Ren kissed his neck. " You know he admires you, adores you even. You will make him miserable if you send him away."

Hux hummed, closing his eyes.

"Let's ask him then," he breathed out when Ren's hand found a way to his thigh, "if he is so willing to kneel as you say, he may as well start right now."

Kylo chuckled, untying Hux's robe and sliding his hands against his chest. Hux shivered and threw his head back with a quiet sigh. The comm flew into his hand.

"Go on, comm him if you want to, I can think of better things to do." Kylo hummed sliding down to his knees. Hux moaned softly and pressed a button on the comm.

This time, Mitaka was not dismissed until morning.

[maudezbornak]

Day 1 - @preggyhux - Unplanned Pregnancy, One Night Stand cw - alcohol, pregnancy

One bottle of Arkanian wine.

Two glasses.

Three hours into the Delta cycle in which they should have rested, but didn't.

Four tries to undo the General's jodphurs until Hux took hold of Dopheld's trembling fingers and kissed his forehead. "Relax," he was told, and the General took matters into his own hands.

Five instances in which the General muttered the strongest of expletives while straddled over Dopheld's hips, until Dopheld lost count.

Four hard knocks falling on the General's door at the next cycle, rousing Dopheld from the General's arms and effectively ending the liaison.

Three standard months before the next opportunity.

Two officers meeting in the General's quarters for another drink.

One club soda for the expectant father and one shot of whisky for Dopheld, who needs it as he holds the holoimage of their unborn child.