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Lexi Hexx

[ectomorph-hexx]

Cock: Caged 🔐

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Lexa Hexx

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Lexa Hexx

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[hexxedghost]

Chapter 17 of Haunt The Glass is up

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Soap was dead. He’d seen the hole blown clean through his skull. Felt the still warm body with no pulse, no breath. He’d spread his ashes in the Highlands. So why the fuck was he in Ghost’s bathroom mirror? --- Post MW3, Ghost starts seeing the ghost of Johnny in his mirror. But with a very unstable mental state, it's easier to assume he's just another memory to haunt him. The haunting might be more literal than he thought.

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Niffty got her lobotomy done at Claire’s. 💅🏻

(Niffty vacant stare redraw)

[vodika-vibes]

Hexx x reader with the prompt "it's okay if you fall asleep" (as in the reader is saying that to him) I personally find it crazy that no one has ever written fics for Hexx and Veetch

Blanket Of White

Summary: It’s the first snowfall of the winter, and while you’ve always loved the snow, you know Hexx doesn’t.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Hexx x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1044

Warnings: the Reader called ad'ika, mentions illnesses and amutations

A/N: So, Wookieepedia says that Hexx's personality is his height, so most everything about him is made up. I hope you like it! I made a divider specifically for Hexx, lol.

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You step out of the kitchen, the scent of the stew you’ve been lovingly making since morning trailing behind you like a delicious-smelling ghost, your gaze searching the living room to find the man who’s been sharing your home for the better part of a year.

Hexx, a clone trooper who had been stationed on Barton IV with his battalion, was one of only a handful of survivors. The other survivors (Commander Mayday, Lieutenant Veetch, and Crosshair) have already been folded into a Rebellion cell.

Unfortunately, Hexx doesn’t have that option.

In truth, his injuries had been relatively minor, all things considered. The problem wasn’t the injury, the problem was the cold. His armor had been damaged, and he got frostbite…which went untreated until it developed into gangrene. 

Hexx’s entire left leg needed to be amputated.

And while that, normally, wouldn’t have stopped him the fact remains that he’s in almost constant pain and requires a cocktail of painkillers just to be able to function.

It won’t be like this for much longer, though. You’ve finally managed to make enough money to get your hands on a bacta tank. A couple of weeks in that, and all of his pain will be gone, and he can join his Commander.

Your gaze sweeps the room one more time, and then you catch a glimpse of Hexx standing in your sunroom. You watch him for a moment, trying to determine where his headspace is, and then you join him in the sunroom.

“Hexx?”

His dark eyes are locked on the snow falling from the sky, his fists are clenched so tightly that his knuckles are white, and tension runs through his frame.

You don’t dare get closer to him.

“Hexx,” You repeat, your voice gentle, “Dinner still needs to simmer for a couple of hours. Why don’t you come away from here?”

He doesn’t move, and he shows no indication that he’s heard you at all.

You frown and turn to the panel next to the door. You press a few buttons, and the sun shades lower over the windows, plunging the room into darkness, the only light coming from the main house.

The sudden change jolts Hexx from whatever trance he seems to have fallen into, and he turns his surprised gaze from the shuttered windows onto you.

“Ah,” He tilts his head and turns to you fully, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I noticed,” Your smile is kind though, and you offer him your hand, “Come away from here, Hexx.”

His gaze falls to your hand, and then he steps over to you and takes your hand into his much larger one, almost immediately threading your fingers together. Hexx’s hand is freezing, and you place your free hand over the top of his, trying to offer him some warmth.

“Was there something you needed, ad’ika?” Hexx asks as he allows you to tug him into the main part of the house.

“I just wanted to let you know that dinner still needs to simmer for a couple of hours.” You guide him over to the couch and lightly push him to sit down, and then you toss a thick fuzzy blanket over him and tuck it around him.

He releases a huff of laughter, “I’m not cold, ad’ika.”

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you,” You counter, as you seriously consider getting a wool hat and pulling it on his head, and maybe a scarf.

Your thoughts must be written on your face because Hexx laughs and tugs his arms free from the blanket so he’s able to tug you to the couch next to him. Then he pulls you so that your face is pressed against his neck.

“Thank you for worrying about me.”

You sigh and snake your arms around his neck, “Of course I worry about you. That’s what I do. I worry.” Your arms tighten around his neck, “I’m going to miss you when you leave.”

“We still have plenty of time left together.” Hexx points out logically, “I’m not leaving just yet.”

You shrug and pull away from him, “But you will. It’s my lot in life, to help you all get back into fighting shape, and then get left behind and forgotten.”

“I don’t think anyone could ever forget you,” Hexx counters dryly, “ad’ika, you gave me a daily sponge bath when I was in so much pain I couldn’t move. I could give you my firstborn child, and it wouldn’t be payment enough.”

“Sure, sure.” You wave your hand dismissively, even as you eye him critically. He still isn’t really himself, the snow is not doing wonders for his mental state, but he seems present enough for the time being.

You’re surprised when his arms tighten around your waist, “What if I don’t want to leave?”

“...beg pardon?”

“Well, you’re all alone out here. And it’s not really safe with the state of the galaxy, and wouldn’t it be better if you had someone around to protect you all of the time?” Hexx asks, his eyes almost pleading with you.

You sigh softly and lightly card your fingers through his hair. Then an amused smile lifts your lips as he lays his head on your chest, his ear over your heart. Hexx’s eyes close and your heart swells with fondness.

None of the other men you’ve cared for have ever been so affectionate with you.

“It’s okay if you fall asleep.” You whisper to him.

“‘M not tired,” He replies, though his body does sag heavily against you, so you doubt the truth in his words.

“We can talk about what comes after during dinner,” You soothe, your fingers gentle as you massage his head, “Get some sleep, Hexx. All will be well. I promise.”

His arms tighten around you and he exhales slowly, “Love you, cyare.” He mumbles as he drifts off to sleep.

Your fingers don’t even pause their gentle motions as he says those world-shattering words. But your gaze does soften as you stare at the top of his head. Oh, you sweet, sweet man. 

If Hexx wants to stay, then you will do everything in your power to make sure that he can. All will be well. You’ll make sure of it.

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Punk Princess

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Steve Harrington just up and disappeared the summer of 84’.

He wasn’t seen around town, and he didn’t talk to any of his old friends. No one knew what happened to him. But the thing was Steve hadn’t actually -gone- anywhere. He was still around, still shopping for groceries and driving the kids around, because even though he wasn’t involved in their end of things the first go around, Steve was instantly protective of the shitheads.

Steve had just stopped looking like Steve.

Him and Nancy had ended up breaking up after all was said and done and he’d gone in a bit of a bender after school had let out for the year. Getting lost in the streets of Indianapolis and trying to figure out who he was, who he wanted to be.

That’s when he’d stumbled upon the punk scene and everything sort of changed for him. He didn’t -want- to be King Steve, had never wanted to be him in the first fucking place but it was the only way he knew to keep himself safe in high-school. He’d gone along with it because he wasn’t really a fighter and he knew if he was bottom of the food chain, he wouldn’t have survived. But the punk scene, the punk scene was everything he never knew he needed, and the kind people he’d met behind the hard edges that dressed with had helped him find a way to express himself and protect himself.

So he’d shaved the sides of his head, pierced his lip and eyebrow, and bought enough black and pastel clothing to crop and cut and mix and match till it fit his feelings of the day.

And so King Steve died and Steve was born from his ashes or something poetic like that and Steve felt more himself then he’d ever had before. He even learned about the queer community that intermingled with the punks and metal heads he spent his time with, and discovered you -can- in fact like both babes and boys and he’d been slowly setting into that part of his identity over the summer as well.

It nearly made him laugh out loud when he’d walked into Hawkins High on his first day of senior year and everyone’s jaws seemed to drop in unison when they took him in. Charcoal smoked around his eyes and mesh top covered by his black denim vest covered in patches and pins. The old “Harrington” cut off the back of his lettermen jacket and sewn onto the back of the vest, effectively cutting off every rumor about him ‘running off with that Buckley girl he knocked up.’ His arm was draped casually across said girls shoulders, the pink streaks she’d added to her hair standing in stark contrast to his black clothes.

“People are staring.” Robins whispered words tickled his ear as she leaned into his space, shying away from the eyes on them.

“Let em’ look Buck. Who gives a shit what they think, that’s what Hellen told us right?” He smiled softly down at her. She’d come a long way since the first time they’d run into each-other at one of the only queer clubs in the city, but she was still working on the whole aloof part of the punk roll she was falling into with him. Her outfit more subdued with spikes and patches on her jacket being the most she felt comfortable with in her new fashion. She still wasn’t sure she was totally into the punk look, so she’d taken her favorite parts and found ways to incorporate them into her usual fashion sense.

“Is that Steve Harrington?” Tommy’s voice suddenly rings across the halls and breaks them from their little bubble. Robin pulling her head off his arm and squaring her shoulders.

“Hagen.” He nods, the piercings in his face glittering slightly under the schools florescence. He debates internally if he should go on the defensive or just simply stay aloof, when Eddie Munson rounds the corner making a strange, loud, startled sound so loudly it pulls Tommy’s attention from Steve completely. Eddie’s stumbling to pick up the books he’s dropped eyes glued directly to Steve as a sharp red blush coats his cheeks.

“Fucking freak.” Tommy spits, and Steve sighs, defensive and aloof are officially off the table now, offense becoming his first priority.

Steve and Eddie had never interacted outside of Tommy’s hazing and Steve standing off to the side, trying to not to draw attention to himself. But when Steve had decided to finally be true to himself, he’d also discovered his unwavering desire to protect others, channeling his inner mean girl to punch up instead of down. And Eddie Munson was someone he seems to have deemed in that moment, under his protection.

“Lay off Hagen.” He snaps. Keeping his demeanor indifferent and bored as his ex friend whips around to glare. There’s a startled strangled sound slightly down the hall and Steve’s eyes meet Eddie’s, offering him a small smile and slight nod when he notices Eddie’s eyes are still glued to him.

“Oh sorry I forgot you’re a freak now too huh Harrington?” He growls, stalking towards Steve and stumbling his steps slightly when he realizes Steve stands a few inches taller then him now. His eyes shoot down glancing at Steve’s slightly platformed combat boots.

“They’re called shit kickers.” Steve offers, catching his gaze. “Wanna find out why?”

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[ectomorph-hexx]

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Smut prompt for Sasli or Hexx (your choice) & Raphael: 'i'm not jealous.'

Omg I think I can do them together. I never have before but it would be fun! Canonically their universes don't overlap - or at least if they do, I have never thought about it.... But if Sasli and Hexx existed together, (Hexx being the Haarlep in Sasli's universe ofc)... They would... And it might go.. Like this

"I think..they're jealous.." Sasli grunted into the pillow between the thuds of their bodies meeting. She smiled, instigating uncalm. "Why haven't they joined yet?"

Raphael didn't pause thrusting - his stomach continued to push her tail up from its base with every thrust, exposing her for his hand to reach below and his thumbs to curl between her cheeks, demanding their way in. She yelped as he pressed in with his sharp finger, opening herself for him, leaning into it, sighing in satisfaction.

He hummed and reached forward to pull her hair.

"Is that what you want, you devil?" he accused. "My concubus, jealous?" It was.

She let out a whimper that became a moan, sneaking her tail around his torso and pressing into his mouth, making him shudder and press farther into her with both his dick and thumb, biting down, making her shriek from the pain, the intrusions, the hunger. His hand quickly moved to her throat to silence her, pulling her towards him and forcing her back into an arch. He spat out her tail.

"You might be right," he spoke this time, soothingly, a teasing bite to his words as he enunciated them. She clenched around him with a moan and pulled him down so his body made full contact with hers.

Hexx cleared their throat.

The weight of him made her struggle with muffled sounds, but he didn't stop going, breathing heavily right into her ear now.

"You can be so cruel sometimes." He pressed down on her shoulders, shoving her into the bed with his newly freed hand.

Hexx smirked. He was right, she could..deliciously so.

He turned his head towards the door and eyed the blue devil leaning against the wall, watching them.

"I'm not jealous," Hexx lied and both Raphael and Sasli chuckled. Their ears were fuming. Their tail twitched eagerly. Who was this girl to think she could just insert herself into their perfect life? A gasp interrupted Sasli's savoring amusement as Raphael pressed into her pulse with a sated smile, angering Hexx more.

They walked towards the other two, climbed on the bed, and straddled both of their legs. Leaning over Raphael to line up their bodies, they synced up with his rhythm and spread his cheeks.

"Good boy," Raphael affirmed. Sasli whined. Hess smiled and squeezed his hips.

The next sound was Raphael's grunt as Hexx pressed into him, slowly, their ridged waves and pearls pressing against him and entering in a cruelly slow pace, as Hexx savored every moment of bringing Raphael some painful punishment. His cock pressed farther into Sasli, Raphael still pushing her down with one hand and pulling her hips up with the other, keeping their bodies flush, making hers shake in accordance with his own.

Once finally hilted, Raphael with tears in his eyes, Hexx pulled out just enough to quickly push him into Sasli with a smirk on their face. She screamed and begged, her nails digging holes into the bed, her teeth poking holes into the pillow.

Their tail joined hers around his torso, passed it, and pressed into his throat. Hexx threw their head back to savor the sounds of him choking and her struggling. They reached around him and teased his nipple, making him whimper and drool onto her.

Sasli became Raphael's pin cushion, fully under Hexx's control, just as she wanted.

Hehehehe, that's all for now 🤭 thank you! I write groups a lot but I think this is my first time with no overlapping pronouns 😂😂

I am so sorry for the delay, I had a bunch of travel and it took some time to brainstorm the exact dynamics of this trio.

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To the Yanqing fans with registered ao3 accounts, new YQ fic just dropped!

[hexxedghost]

Chapter 16 of Haunt the glass now up!

Soap was dead. He’d seen the hole blown clean through his skull. Felt the still warm body with no pulse, no breath. He’d spread his ashes in the Highlands. So why the fuck was he in Ghost’s bathroom mirror? --- Post MW3, Ghost starts seeing the ghost of Johnny in his mirror. But with a very unstable mental state, it's easier to assume he's just another memory to haunt him. The haunting might be more literal than he thought.

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Saw this weird rat meme today on a friend’s insta story and got inspired.

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