Author: rabbithux

favomancer:

meinesterne:

ragdoll-hux:

domhnall-tonal:

Domhnall Gleeson as Captain Andrew Henry in The Revenant (2015)

#i would fight a bear #for the privilege of getting captain henry into one of those tin baths #in front of a roaring fire #and scrubbing him clean whule he leans his head on me and sighs #i love one (1) sad filthy man who is doing his best (tags via @irisparry) I could not agree more! 

Where is Samuel Beckwith (AD’s character in Lincoln) when you need him? Samuel and his pair of monogrammed military hairbrushes that he got from his parents when he graduated from West Point? Samuel Beckwith, a diligent and careful man who would be so soft and kind to Captain Henry.

There is a slight issue being that the events of The Revenant are set in 1823 and Lincoln is set around the events of the Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, but if you want to elide that, I suppose I can’t stop you. *wink, grin*

reserve:

mimmkat:

huxxsux:

I’m sorry but the idea of Hux wanting to whisper his desired evil job title in the elevator to himself all alone like some fucking weirdo but not doing so because he’s paranoid there might be ~spies~ and cameras watching him is so so fucking ridiculous and funny

Gods he’s divine

This comment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oooh, I’d love some soft, secret touching. Maybe one guiding the other by the small of their back…

callmelyss:

Sacrum, 255 words

The first time it happens, they’re both on the bridge: Hux overseeing maneuvers, Ren doing…whatever Ren does when he isn’t damaging Hux’s ship or stalking dramatically down its corridors. Brooding probably.

Hux normally wouldn’t be standing there with his arms folded, but this squadron is a mess. 

Not to mention he’s trying to avoid the sizable bruise on his lower back where Ren may or may not have bent him over his desk yesterday.

He almost jumps out of his boots when he feels the first cautious brush of fingertips there, just around the edge of where he’s tender.

“Does this hurt?” Ren asks. Not menacing. Curious, even through the mask.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hux hisses in an undertone.

“Stop panicking. They can’t see,” Ren rumbles. Amused. 

It becomes a favored spot for him after that, especially when they’re standing side by side: monitoring an operation, reviewing a report, addressing the troops. Once during a particularly fraught meeting with the admiralty, all of them berating Hux–his job to stand at attention and take it. He’s not even sure why Ren’s there, except Ren is always there lately, looming in his space more than usual. And touching him.  

The sweeping cut of his robe hides the gesture now, that pressure just at the base of Hux’s spine. Not hesitant this time. Sure. Maybe even calming–comforting–as seems to be intended by the soft stroke of Ren’s thumb, although Hux would never admit it, even under torture. 

He does not lean into it, not at all.

boredbyreality:

The pale morning light slides over Stensland’s face, seeping in behind his eyelids and drawing him closer to consciousness.

He blinks slowly, trying to figure out where he is. There is a head on his shoulder and warm breath against his neck. His field of vision is obscured by a mass of dark hair, soft and silky, and Stensland buries his nose in it, basking in the softness and warmth around him. At least he has woken up somewhere nice.

Memory seems to have escaped him for the time being, but, thankfully, so has the hangover, and Stensland lies back to enjoy the warm pressure of the arm that is slung across his belly. It takes a few moments before the details start to register: the soft tickle at his neck that can only be facial hair, the broad palm that lies on his stomach, and, most of all, the hot and heavy press of an erection against his thigh.

Oh, Stensland thinks. He’s in bed with a man.

“Where You Lead” by @moonwalkingcrab​ is a gift that keeps on giving ♫