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#armitage hux smut
starlightsearches · 9 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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mypoisonedvine · 10 months
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𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 || general armitage hux x reader series
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you didn't care for the arrogant General from the moment he set foot on your planet, but the only way to protect it was to agree to a political marriage. the last thing you ever imagined was becoming a military leader's wife, but that may prove to be only the first of many surprises that come with being married to Armitage Hux.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || eventual smut (18+), enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, angst, age gap, religious themes, totally canon divergent
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"I was born on Arkanis, if you must know."
"Did your friends back on Arkanis call you Armie?  Or Huxie?  Ooh, wait!  They called you Mitch, right?" you grinned.
He had that tense frown on again, that one that really brought out the weasel-like quality of his features. 
"Oh," you sighed a bit, "you didn't have friends, did you?"
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...
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anatee · 11 months
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INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader | pt. 5
INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut. 18+. MINORS DNI. This is a direct continuation. I’m never getting tired of writing this.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6
Word count: 10.1K
Content warning: fem!reader x Hux; Force Awakens plot but everything happens a bit slower; soft Hux with feelings appears; a few curse words; smut: fingering, masturbation, vibrator use, semi-public smut, piv (unprotected)
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"It's in a droid. A BB unit," Kylo said right after exitting the questioning.
"That would be right. I heard Dameron had a droid with him, but I didn't see it," Y/N replied.
"Well then. If it's on Jakku, we'll soon have it," Hux added.
"I leave that to you," Kylo grunted at him, then softened his voice just a notch to speak to the girl. "Y/N, I will need to talk to you soon."
"You know where to find me," she replied, earning an expression of utter disbelief from Hux. The moment Ren left, she looked at the General with a bit of annoyance.
"Oh, come on. It's better to be on his good side."
"If he's that interested in you all of sudden... It can't be good."
"Good thing I'm only interested in..." she began, then caught herself as a jerk of Hux's head reminded her there were Stormtroopers not far behind them. "I'll resume my duties at once, General," she added all of sudden, clearing her throat.
"You'd better."
She sent him one last smile before walking back to her station, and he gladly followed suit. They both came back to work as usual, but the day was just about to provide them with more surprises.
Dameron escaped with the help of one of the Stormtroopers, and other soldiers failed to retrieve the droid from Jakku. Both Hux and Kylo seemed furious because of it the former a bit less than the latter, but it was the General whose stress was to be relieved the very same day.
"Where are you headed, Lieutenant?" he asked Y/N sharply as he saw her standing up from her console he had been circling for the past few minutes so as not to miss her walking out.
It was hard for her to suppress a smile.
"To my quarters, sir. I have finished my shift."
"To your quarters?" he replied, approaching her with his hands on his back. "I don't think that's where you should be going."
"Where else then, General?"
His face was as stone cold as it could be, but she could tell he wanted to smile. He lowered his voice and spoke so quietly only she could hear him:
"You know the passwords. I'll join you in two hours, maybe less."
She bowed her head immediately. "Understood, sir."
Y/N was careful not to be seen when she was typing in the password to Hux's quarters. It was yet another piece of proof of how much he trusted her. On the other hand, he was still her superior and had the power to make her life miserable if he wanted, so maybe it wasn't really the only factor... But at the same time, nobody would let in someone into their private chambers without having at least some trust in them.
Y/N's own wardrobe was there as always, fully stocked, all the clothes inside fresh from the laundry. She got herself a black bathrobe and a towel, then went to the bathroom for a long-awaited shower.
Settling underneath the sheets on Hux's large bed was an indescribably comfortable feeling. Exhaustion finally took over; she didn't even know when she fell asleep, hugging the sheets as if they were a person.
Hux came back to his quarters even more than two hours later, overworked, exhausted and still upset because of Kylo, because of Dameron's escape, because of the betrayal of a Stormtrooper... All in all, the presence of the only person that could make him smile instantly was very much needed.
He was already in a better mood when he was typing in the password to his bedroom, knowing very well who was behind them. The door slid open and he entered immediately.
"So, what do you want for din..." He trailed off as he noticed the bed. Y/N was there, breathing steadily, looking as innocent as ever, although he knew she was not that pure.
A soft, genuine smile appeared on his face, an extremely rare one, since he didn't have to hide it from anyone. It was such a relief to see her there, so peaceful... So different from the life he experienced on a daily basis. She was his ray of light in the darkness of the war, and he could practically feel happiness fill him up as he watched her. Had he not met her, he would have never believed someone could give him this much joy.
Was this what love was?
He turned off all the lights in the bedroom so she could sleep peacefully, then almost tiptoed to the bathroom. He decided that there was nothing better to do than to settle himself next to her, especially since he had an inkling he would not be able to fall asleep too fast. It was always hard when nerves got to him, and that was definitely one of these nights when they did.
Having taken a shower, he climbed onto the bed as quietly as possible, then watched her for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. To him, she was beautiful, make-up on or not. He wanted to kiss her - it would be such a bliss, a perfect remedy to that awful day - but he did not wish to break her sleep, so he just watched her for a moment before grabbing his datapad. There were two, if not a few more things he wanted to order...
One hour later, Hux was still unable to sleep. His datapad was turned off, and so were all the lights in the room, leaving him staring at the ceiling with a soft buzz of electronics in the background.
He looked at Y/N's sleeping figure once again, barely able to make out her face features in the dark. He noticed her hair got to her face, and this time he could not stop himself; he had to move it away with all the affection he could muster, smiling as he did... And then he immediately regretted it, since the sudden touch caused her to stir awake.
"What's going on?" she asked, lifting her head slightly, eyelids hooded. "What... What time is it?"
He hated himself for waking her up, and was worried about her confusion. "Shhh. It's the middle of the night."
She rubbed her eye and looked at him, trying to figure out how she got to the place she was in. And then it clicked - she was supposed to wait for him...
"Kriff... I don't even know when I fell asleep, Armitage, I'm sorry..."
"Don't, don't worry," he insisted quietly.
"But... Is something happening?"
"No. You can sleep."
She fell silent for a moment, her brow furrowed as it was quite hard to think while still half-asleep.
"Then why... Why aren't you sleeping?"
He let out a small sigh. "I have trouble sleeping. A lot. But you sleep, I'll just..."
"How can I help you?" she asked immediately, catching him off guard. He didn't expect her to be this ready to act, especially given the circumstances.
"You're already helping," he confessed. He quickly realised talking to her like this, in the darkness, was much easier than anywhere else... And he allowed himself to be a bit vulnerable. "Every time you're here with me, I... I feel calmer than I have ever felt in my life. And one needs... Calmness to sleep."
"Then why aren't you?" she kept on asking, and he sighed again, wondering how she even got him to talk about these things.
"I guess because... A part of me fears losing you. And because of that I'm stressed again and... The circle continues. If I have worse days..."
"So I'm not helping," she cut him off, then began searching for his hands, the sheets rustling softly with her movements. "Armitage, I'm not going anywhere. And if you want to talk, you can talk to me. Even right now."
"I don't, I just... I want..." He trailed off as he didn't even know exactly what he wanted. Maybe just some assurance that she was there, real, and will continue to be? Maybe some hope that with time this relationship will only get better, even if there were so many obstacles? Maybe someone to tell him if what he was feeling was really love? And, if so, how to express it openly?
"What is it?" she asked in a whisper, moving closer to him. "I won't judge you whatever it is."
At that moment, he trusted his instincts, and allowed himself to wish for something he had been dreaming for the last few hours.
"Kiss me."
He didn't need to encourage her any further. She brought her hands to his face and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, one that clearly wasn't enough, because he quickly pulled her in for one more. It quickly turned out kisses exchanged like this, in complete darkness, with the rest of the universe gone, felt more intimate and touching than ever before. He could practically feel the tension evaporate as she snuggled into his side after few more kisses.
"If that was what you wanted, you could've woken me up sooner." She giggled and this sound alone allowed him to bathe in bliss. "But I understand you. I do have fears and doubts, too..."
"What fears?" he asked immediately with clear concern in his voice.
"I do fear you might... Change your mind one day." She sighed, her voice trembling slightly. "It's not that I don't trust you, but... Come on, you could have any woman in this galaxy with the power you have... So why me?"
Hux almost could feel his heart break at these words. How come she still had doubts?
And then, on the other hand... He also had them, so how to blame her...
But still, he was determined to show her that he will not be choosing any other woman. He couldn't even imagine one being half as perfect for him as she was...
"Don't ever say that, don't even think that I'm interested in any other woman," he whispered. "I've already told you this, but... You're really my cure, Y/N," he muttered the bravest confession he was capable of at the moment, and she accepted it. She didn't go into any further detail; her heart beating faster was all she needed to believe him at that moment.
"And you're mine," she whispered back, then snuggled into his side with one hand over his body. "If I stay like this... Would it be at least a bit easier to sleep?"
He took a deep breath. "You know the answer."
After that, he brought her even closer to himself, adjusting the duvet. "One day, when we'll be ruling the galaxy... You'll be at my side for everyone to see. Not hidden in here like this."
She smiled, and with that smile, fell into a peaceful slumber.
The next day, however, forced them to part again. The mission was not finished; Dameron escaped, and the First Order still didn't have the droid with the map they desired... Or at least Kylo did.
It was yet another day of work and trying not to look at the other, a game that was slowly driving them both insane, yet arousing them at the same time. The longing and the secret did make that relationship more interesting...
That evening Y/N went to her quarters for safety, but she did not it was going to be a usual one. There, on her bed, was a sealed box she did not remember being there in the morning.
"A gift?" she asked herself, plopping down onto the bed next to it. "Come on, Armitage... Is it you? Are you spoiling me again?"
She tried to unlock it with his password, and bingo. It was a confirmation that it was him who sent this, making her heart race.
She quickly noticed there were some clothes inside. Excited, she took them out to realise it was a dress... A very revealing dress.
"Oh, but this is..." She stood up and held it in front of herself.
The upper part of the dress was technically just a push-up bra. It was made of black and grey stripes, and they connected it with the skirt, two long pieces of black material covering only the front and the back - she could already see her hips would stay uncovered.
Back in the box, there was a message left.
I would love to see you in this.
And she would love to wear it for him, but it was not like she could put it on and just march into his quarters.
But...
She did know all his quarters passwords. She could just sneak into his bedroom while he was busy and wait for him there... She only needed a perfect occasion.
And the occasion presented itself when they landed on Starkiller. Y/N took just a few minute long bathroom break and when she came out, everyone at the base was running, rushing somewhere, most soldiers were throwing on their coats... In that chaos, she found Malia, and she explained to her what was going on.
The weapon was being finally charged and Hux wanted everyone outside.
What a breathtaking view it was, when minutes later she stood next to the other officers, and Hux was a few meters ahead of them, speaking to crowds of Stormtroopers and other soldiers.
"Today is the end of the Republic," Hux began, his voice seemingly echoing against the entire planet. "The end of a regime that acquiesces to disorder."
His voice was firm and frightening, even more so when one remembered he had the most deadly weapon in the galaxy at his disposal.
"I sometimes forget how scary Hux can get," Marlen whispered, leaning in so Y/N could hear him. She swallowed, nodding her head.
To her, his words were inspiring and arousing at the same time. She loved his commanding side, both in work and in bed, especially when she knew she would not suffer any negative consequences. Listening to him, she felt extremely proud; she knew how much it meant to him, how much time he spent on perfecting it and that it could bring him one step closer to conquering the galaxy just like he dreamed.
"He's really into it, isn't he?" Malia whispered as Hux continued, causing both herself and Marlen to chuckle. Y/N shot them an irritated look.
"He's just passionate about it," she said, then swallowed, realising she might have revealed too much. "As we all should be."
They looked at Y/N weirdly, but she rescued herself once again.
"What? This is why I'm a Lieutenant and you are not." She smiled proudly, then focused on listening to Hux again.
"All remaining systems will bow to the First Order!" Hux roared out and Y/N saw some officers take a step back out of intimidation. "And will remember this... As the last day of the Republic!"
Y/N got goosebumps and, judging by the looks on others' faces, she was not the only one. She never heard Hux speak with as much passion and power as at that moment. Stars, how was it possible to get even more attracted to him? And in a situation when she should be frightened?
"Fire!" The General roared and soon, the sky turned red. An enormous, red laser beam shot out of the planet, with so much power the wind it created caused all the nearby trees to collapse.
Hux was looking at it all with pride, and almost with tears in his eyes. It was the most successful moment of his military career, happening for the entire galaxy to see. His weapon, his big plan was being carried out... Could he be any happier?
And then he realised he could. A few meters behind him, there was the woman he adored just as much as the military. He wished she were at his side at that moment, watching the beauty of destruction with him as he watched hers...
He could not lose this opportunity, not when it was so special. Ren was on the ship, so nobody could read his thoughts... And no subordinate could question him.
He turned his head to the side. "Lieutenant Y/L/N."
"Yes, sir," she replied, breathless as she watched him bathed in the red light.
"Come here."
Nobody batted an eye at his command, not when almost everyone found him more frightening than ever before at the moment. Y/N approached him, pretending to be scared as well, then stood at his side - just like he wished.
"How can I help you, General?" she asked, but the answer was there, in his eyes. He did not dare smile at her in front of all the soldiers, and it took every ounce of willpower in him not to wrap his hand around her waist. One way or another, it was already brave for him to call her with everyone to see.
"Watch," he said simply, and she suppressed a smile as she turned towards the laser again.
He bathed in the bliss of the moment with her next to him before he had to send her away again, pretending he merely gave her an order.
They both felt they needed and wanted more. It was such a pity they could barely look at each other... That was why Y/N decided it would be best to do it that night, the night of his triumph.
She was sneaking into his quarters. Without his permission.
This could go both perfectly or completely wrong, but she hoped that even if he didn't want her company that night, he would at least appreciate the dress. She packed back into the box she received it in, and then, right after her shift, she quickly went into her quarters to grab it and then begin her plan.
Judging by what Hux was doing, she guessed she had at least one hour before he would come back to his bedroom. It was only a rough estimate and, of course, he could come much faster or much later, but she did decide to rush anyway. Her wardrobe was full of fresh supplies as always, so she took a quick shower, made sure her skin was as smooth as possible, untied her hair and brushed it, and then put on the dress.
Her breasts appeared to be bigger and so did her hips, completely uncovered. She did feel attractive in it, and quite excited about getting all dressed up for her lover, but still a bit worried about his reaction. After all, it was the first time she entered his quarters without any permission nor invitation, but on the other hand... He didn't give her his passwords for nothing, did he?
She decided that while she still had time, she'd try to put some make-up on, too. He loved it the last time she she dressed up, so why not do it again? After what he'd achieved, she decided he deserved the biggest prizes. As a mere soldier, she couldn't give him material things, or at least nothing he couldn't have at the snap of his fingers.
But herself...? He was the only one who could have her.
She was laying on his bed comfortably, all dressed up and scrolling through her datapad, waiting for him to come.
Hux didn't suspect a thing. He did intend to meet with her to celebrate, but not on that particular day, just to be safe. He knew that talking to her in front of everyone was already risky, but at the same time, she was a soldier like everyone else, just receiving duties. One way or another, when he was finally about to retire to his quarters after that glorious day, he did not expect to see what he saw.
The door to his bedroom opened right before his mouth. Y/N was sitting on the edge of his bed, smiling smugly. She looked stunning, and so different from her usual appearance, that for a moment he didn't recognise her at first glance. But when he did, it was difficult not to smile.
Could that day get any better?
"What are you doing here, Lieutenant?" he asked, as emotionless as he could be.
Y/N didn't get scared. She knew him already; everything was right there, in his eyes, and she felt she hit the jackpot.
"I came to congratulate you, General." She smiled again, straightening up so her chest would be even more visible. "And to carry out the duty you gave me... To see me in this, sir."
He closed the door, then walked slowly towards the wardrobe, taking off his gloves, his eyes never leaving her. She looked better than he had imagined and he couldn't even pretend to be mad at her for sneaking in. Stars, she could do that more often; he would certainly enjoy coming back to his quarters more.
"I can appreciate obeying my duties," he said, leaving his gloves on the wardrobe. He didn't have his coat nor his hat on, just the most basic uniform she adored him the most in.
"You're the ruler of the galaxy tonight," she continued, watching him unbuckle the belt around his waist. "That's why I want you to have a ruler-worthy celebration..."
She moved the piece of the skirt's material aside, then spread her legs, baring herself in front of him.
Hux's breath caught in his throat. Again, he didn't even scold her for having no underwear on as shivers went down his body. It would be a lie to say he had not been craving her ever since his speech, and there she was, inviting him in... And he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
He put his belt on the wardrobe, then turned to her fully. "Do I still have your permission to do new things?"
She restrained a squeal of excitement. "Yes... You can do whatever you want. Especially tonight."
It was the first time he allowed himself a smile, a smug one at that. He bent down to open a drawer and took out a black, shiny box out of it, causing Y/N to crane her neck as she tried to catch a glimpse of it.
"I do have something interesting I've been meaning to try out on you." He opened the box. "I was trying to find the suitable occasion... And look at you now." He smirked, indicating her still spread legs.
"What is it?" she asked with both curiosity and excitement as he took something out of the box. It was a black, egg-shaped device with a wire attached to it.
"Something to give you pleasure," he said smugly, approaching her slowly, "and pleasure only."
Before she could ask anything else, he turned on the device and pressed it against her clit before moving it down.
"Oh," she breathed out as he slid it inside her without much problem since she was already getting wet, kissing her lips in the process. "Oh."
"You look stunning," he whispered, stealing yet another kiss from her.
She beamed. "So I'm not getting discharged for sneaking in?"
"Oh, not discharged, but I can't leave that without a punishment." He took a step back. "You know this tiny little device," he slid his finger inside her, pushing it even further as she let out a gasp, "is connected to my datapad. So right now I can sit back..." He walked towards the armchair in front of the bed and picked up his datapad from it. "And enjoy the show."
She watched in shock as he sat down with pride, holding the datapad like a prize. She knew he now had complete control over her... But was that scary or exciting?
"You're unbelievable."
He chuckled, crossing his legs and solidifying his "ruler" aura. He did not expect to spend the evening that way, but stars, was that a much better plan than celebrating by himself.
"Oh, am I?" He raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you say I'm the ruler of the galaxy tonight?" He touched the datapad and slid his finger and it pulled a gasp out of her as the device began vibrating. It caught her by surprise, and even more when he turned it up.
"Fuck, Armitage," she breathed out, grabbing onto the sheets.
"What is it?" He laughed, watching her chest raise and fall quickly. "I've barely turned it on, love."
He had never called her this before and it worked wonders. At that point, she would give anything to hear it again, but the warmth and pleasure spreading from between her legs cut her off from any rational thinking. The fact that Armitage was watching all of this made her even more turned on.
When he noticed her cheeks got reddish, he decided it was a moment to go even further and turned up the power. Y/N's back fell against the mattress as she kept a tight grip on the sheets, curling her toes.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," she moaned as the vibrations became more intense. "A-Armitage..."
"Come on, this isn't even the highest setting... I know you can take more." He said, enjoying every second. "You're not innocent, are you, Lieutenant? You know what you came here for with no underwear on..."
She wasn't able to answer. Pleasure flowing through her, she writhed on the bed as he watched, his pants becoming tighter on him. He unzipped them to take out his erection, then began moving his hand along it. Never before had he masturbated to such a view, and never before had he felt this much arousal from the simplest movements.
He couldn't resist it. He turned on the highest setting, earning a moan so loud he was glad his quarters were soundproof. His breathing was growing faster as she arched her entire body, baring her throbbing clit before him.
Her breathing was growing faster and moaning louder; he sped up, too, but then suddenly turned everything off.
"No... How could you." Y/N propped herself up on her elbows, shooting him a disappointed look. "I was about to..."
"I'm not letting some vibrator take this from me," he rasped out, raising from his seat.
With shivers coming down her spine, she saw him approach with determination on his face. He pulled the vibrator out of her with a gasp, sending her wetness flowing down her thigh. He used one hand to grab raise her right leg and let her rest in on his shoulder, then did the same with the other. She soon felt his penis against her skin, and it caused her to gulp.
"I'll make sure you can't walk," he whispered before sliding into her with ease.
He began thrusting into her with more power than ever before, drunk on his success, his control, the triumph of the First Order... And she could only whimper and gasp for air in response as he hit all the right spots, filling her up completely.
His pace was growing rapidly, and he was ramming her into the mattress while the angle of her legs so high up drove them both crazy. She heard him grunt a few times and, as if all the other sensations weren't enough, it brought her to the edge.
He saw that, so he leaned it to kiss her before hearing the scream of her orgasm against his lips. He finished just seconds later, cumming inside her with pleasure, his fingers sinking into the skin of her legs. The pressure of the day evaporated at once, allowing both of them to bathe in complete bliss.
Hux left a chaste kiss on her cheek. She was panting and covered in sweat, her lipstick smudged and hairstyle ruined, but damn, was she happy. She gave him a sincere smile, which he returned before taking a step back to adore what he had created. The sight of his cum dripping out of her, onto the sheets, made him feel just as satisfied as when he watched the Starkiller weapon being fired.
"After that call you received..." she began breathing out, "and the handcuffs... I didn't know I could... Feel even better."
He smiled smugly, zipping his pants back. "Then do not underestimate me, Lieutenant."
"And that was a nice toy you gave me." She indicated the vibrator left next to her, sitting up. "I was never allowed that during my training..."
"I have a few more." He walked back to her, then put his hand under her chin. "But we'll get to them... Gradually." He kissed her again, this time allowing her to respond eagerly, throwing her hands around his neck.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispered after they parted for breath, cupping his face in her hands. "Your speech... It was... I couldn't stop marvelling."
He raised an eyebrow. "Ass-licking?"
She smirked. "If you're in for round two."
He shook his head before stealing yet another kiss. "I wished you were standing there with me."
"Well, you kind of made it happen." She shrugged, then smiled teasingly. "I see you've become a little daredevil lately, Armitage."
He sighed, unable to disagree. "Look what you made me do."
She giggled, and he adored that giggle so much, the sound so innocent he had never thought he'd come to love it. He could only kiss her again, simply unable to break away from her that day. That was just the cure he needed...
"Well, we both need a shower." He looked down at between her legs, where the cum was still flowing down. "And my sheets need laundry. Again."
She shrugged as she looked down, too. "Maybe next time you'll prepare better..."
"Me?" He snorted. "You are the one who came here uninvited. And with no underwear on," he said as if he didn't enjoy every moment of it.
"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I should uninvite myself now..." He grabbed her by the wrists before she could even try to slide off the bed. "And next time I'll come with a Stormtrooper armour on."
"Don't play with me, love."
She took a deep breath. "You call me that one more time and I'll be a puddle."
Hux let go of her wrists and stood up, smiling triumphantly as he glanced between her legs one more time.
"You already are."
He began walking towards the bathroom while she was considering whether to follow him. After all, it would be a shame to lose a shower with him, but on the other hand...
"I got all dressed up for you just to get my lipstick smudged and take this off after less than an hour?" She crossed her arms. "No way."
He turned his head towards her, then grabbed his datapad from where he left it and gave it to her.
"Then take this. Order whatever you want for dinner... I'll take a shower."
He picked up the vibrator, too, and disappeared in the bathroom, leaving her with a smile. She ordered dinner and then, finally able to breathe normally again, walked up to the wardrobe and took out a box of wipes and a towel to clean herself up - and a part of his bed, too. Freshened up, she almost didn't look like having been rammed into the mattress ten minutes earlier.
Less than another ten minutes later they were both sitting on his bed, beginning to eat dinner - Hux didn't mind eating there again since he was already going to send the sheets to the laundry. Besides, he didn't want some table or any other piece of furniture to keep him away from her. At that point he wasn't sure if she hadn't put any spell of him with how infatuated he was that day.
He was shirtless, just in loose, black pants. Not so long ago, he would have never bared himself like that, but with her? He could do anything, and he knew she wouldn't judge him.
"What?" she asked when she caught him staring at her instead of the food. "You like the dress, huh?" She pulled up the bra to make her breasts look better, and he did notice that.
"Of course I do. I've chosen it personally."
"I'm starting to think you chose it more for yourself than for me."
"The benefits go both ways." He smirked. "Besides, if you want anything at all, you just need to say the word. Do you want another dress?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant, Armitage. I don't want you to think I'm with you for the benefits," she said quickly, then reached for his hand. "I'm with you for you. I hope you know that."
Their eyes met. He believed just the words, but he could also see the sincerity in her eyes.
"I do." He squeezed her hand. "But at the same time, I have no problem in getting gifts for you. Who else am I supposed to give them to?"
Her heart began beating faster. She leaned in to kiss him again, with all the passion she could muster, what made him feel more than elated.
"Did I mention how proud of you I am?" she whispered against his lips. "And I already know how to make you feel even better. But let's eat first."
"You've already made me feel wonderful," he admitted, but she shook her head.
"Tonight we're celebrating your success. You're getting all the perks." She pecked him, then returned to eating. "Tell me all about it."
Hux was more than eager to do so, including telling her everything about his future plans, weapons, and technologies. She listened with sincere interest, and that was really everything he needed. Someone who cared, who listened, and who supported him regardless of any doubts or weak points his plans might have.
After they finished dinner, Y/N told him to lie down comfortably on the bed. She then found her good, old friend - a scented oil - and proceeded to settle herself on his thighs to gave him the best massage she could.
She was good at it, he already knew that, but at that moment her skills didn't matter. It was just her touch, firm and gentle at the same time, making his whole body burn with pleasure. Her hands were sliding along his skin with passion and for that moment of bliss, he truly felt like the king of the entire galaxy. He was about to comment how she began grinding her body - still with no underwear on - against him, when she suddenly stopped doing anything. Before he could ask what was happening, she laid her body against his warm, bare back and hugged him.
It was pleasurable, but nothing could have prepared him for what came next. Y/N stayed like this for a moment before whispering:
"Armitage... I love you."
He froze. He was glad she could not see his face, for his expression was nothing but pure shock. Indescribable were the emotions flowing through him: the surprise, the happiness, but also sadness... It was the first time someone has ever said that to him, and he never knew how incredible it could feel. Something got stuck in his throat as he tried to comprehend that someone cared about him this much. Someone he cared deeply for, too, but didn't have enough courage to express it openly.
So this is what love is.
"I've never heard that... In my life," he replied eventually, having no idea what to reply.
"I... You know I've been falling for you for a while. But now... Now I'm sure of it. That's why I'm telling you. And if I ever lost you..."
"Don't say that, Y/N." He raised slightly, causing her to move. She climbed off of him as he pulled her into his arms.
"You are not going to lose me. I am not leaving you, did I say that?" He cupped her face and noticed she was on the verge of tears; it pulled at his heartstrings, and that was another new sensation for him.
"I'm just..." She swallowed. "After success often comes a failure. Today, when I saw you leading all of us, I realised how much is at stake... I realised I'm afraid all of this is too good to be true. And I love you. With all I have. I don't want to lose any of it."
"You won't lose it, I promise. Y/N," he turned her to look at him, to make sure she understood every word, "I know I don't say much about things like this, but..."
He froze, his eyes fixed on her. He was such a coward; he indirectly murdered thousands, if not more beings that day, but he was unable to confess his true feelings to the only person he cared about. But at that moment, he promised himself he would tell her.
Soon. In best circumstances, like she deserved. It was high time she got some confirmation of his their relationship... But not at that moment, because he himself was too paralysed.
"You're the most important person to me," he admitted eventually. "Or probably the only important person I have in my life. I do not care about anyone else. And you have my word," he grabbed her hand, then brought it to his lips to kiss it, "we'll be safe. You and I."
"Thank you," she whispered, holding back tears. He wiped them with his thumbs before going in for a kiss; a sincere kiss full of love that he did not confess to her. Y/N did feel a little sting of disappointment after not hearing him say it back, but at the same time, she knew it was something new for him.
"Come," he kissed her on the forehead, "I'll throw the sheets to the laundry, take new ones, and we can both go to sleep."
"But what about the celebration? And your massage? And..."
"We both had enough emotions for today," he cut her off, just before giving her one more kiss to make sure she felt better.
While both of them were preparing to sleep, the General's sheets landed in the room where two Stormtroopers sorted the laundry. They were both without their helmets, groaning at the sight of new work.
"Not again," the first one, a blonde guy, shook his head.
"What is it?" the other, a redhead, asked him.
"Hux's sheets," the blonde replied.
"How do you know they're his?"
"Because they're large. And he sends them here too often, clean freak," he explained, then snorted. "And they're stained again."
The red-headed Stromtrooper approached to investigate, curious. He looked at the sheets and his eyes widened.
"Isn't this... Cum?" he asked in shocked, but the other seemed unbothered.
"You're new here, but this is not for the first time. He must be getting it recently. It's never happened before."
"But with whom?" The other wondered. "Because I don't think he would stain it this much if he were alone... Prostitutes maybe?"
"Maybe, although I doubt he would allow one on the Starkiller..."
"Then maybe it's one of the female soldiers! We gotta find out who that is. Maybe Phasma?!"
"No, that would be..." Their eyes met. " You know what, we have to find out."
Y/N spent the night in her lover's arms. Without a direct confession from him, but still happy and secure, she woke up with a disappointment when she realised he wasn't there. To her relief, she found him in front of the bed, buttoning his shirt up.
She beamed, stretching like a cat when he noticed her, and a little smile crawled upon his face, too.
"Well, good morning. How did you sleep?"
"I always sleep well with you. And on this bed, for that matter," she replied with no hesitation, rubbing her eyes. "Where are you going?"
"I have to start earlier today. Ren is already fuming," he said, making sure his belt was adjusted well. "He is looking for some scavenger girl now. Apparently the droid showed the map to her."
Y/N groaned, sitting up. "So what? Why can't Kylo just find her and take it out of her mind like he always does? We have allies throughout the galaxy, she can't hide for long."
Hux sighed, looking just as resigned. "You tell me."
"Wait, I'll go with you." Y/N jumped off of the bed, then walked up to him to fix the hair he didn't have the time to style yet. She loved it when if was this messy, with no gel or anything else in it yet.
"You can stay here today if you want to," he blurted out, but it was an instinct. He couldn't stop thinking about her confession, knowing that right now, he was really ready to do anything for her... Even at the expense of his power.
"No, no. I bet Kylo will want to see me for some reason, too. I have duties."
"I would like to remind you I am the one who gives you duties," he said matter-of-factly. "Well... But I do have an idea how to make that day a bit more exciting for both of us."
She knew his ideas already, that's why her eyes lit up. "What are you suggesting?"
He smiled mischievously, then walked towards her wardrobe. He took out the same device from the night before, one he cleaned himself, then held it out on his palm in front of her.
"Why don't you take this again... And I'll control it. Let's see how long you'll last."
She snorted. "You think I can't last all day without any big reaction to it?"
He smirked, almost laughing. "Judging by your reactions from yesterday, yes, that's what I think."
Damn it. He had a point, but she didn't want to give up that easily. She could do it...
"I bet I can."
"Then we bet," he said firmly, offering her his free hand. "If you win, I will get you a gift. If I win, you will get a punishment. A real one, I promise you that."
"Deal, Hux," she replied, shaking his hand as he raised his eyebrows.
"Hux? Now that's not the way to talk to your superior." He pulled her by the hand to make their faces be even closer to each other. "Oh, and no touching yourself."
"You wouldn't even know if I did."
"Is that so?" He leaned in to whisper into her ear. "I have eyes everywhere on this base. Do not try it or I will take it as a walk-over win."
Hairs stood on her entire body when she heard that. Kriff, he was the only man with the ability to make her aroused with mere words.
He passed her the vibrator, then came back to armchair where his gloves were and began putting them on.
She watched his hands closely. They were large and as clean as they could be, and many of his veins were showing as he adjusted the first glove he put on. He took the leather between his fingers and pulled slightly, and that movement made her swallow. Then he put on the second glove ever so swiftly, leaving just a bit of a gap between the leather and his uniform for his wrist.
She had never focused on someone's hands this much, but they were captivating. It was like almost every time she looked at him she found something new to be attracted to. Now, more than ever, she longed for his hands on her. Anywhere he wanted.
She decided to take a risk, even if they were scrapped for time.
"Can you... Use your hands?"
He looked up at her with confusion. "What do you mean?"
"On me." She swallowed hard, feeling pierced by his gaze. "Anywhere."
He seemed both surprised and intrigued because of her boldness, but he didn't mind it one bit.
"Now?"
She shrugged, swallowing hard again.
"Not my fault you put these gloves on... Like this."
A smirk appeared on his face, and he seemed eager to make her request come true, but he stopped himself at the last minute. Instead, he walked up to her a little too close, then put his hand under her chin.
"Let's say... If you win our little bet, I'll make sure to use my hands everywhere."
She felt shivers down her spine. There was truly lust in his eyes, the kind of she had never seen before in him. It seemed like something switched in him, making him desire her even more.
"And if I lose?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.
"I don't know. Maybe you'll have to beg for it."
This was enough to keep her heart racing. She didn't even ask about anything else; but at that point, she only knew she craved him even more.
"Now," he indicated the vibrator, "should we put this in place?"
She found her opportunity to force him to at least touch her in some way. She shoved the vibrator back into his hand and then plopped down onto the bed before spreading her legs. She lifted the material of the black nightgown, showing him nothing but her naked body underneath.
"Please do."
He couldn't deny her, and she knew that. He cleared his throat as if it didn't have any effect on him, but when he bent to put the vibrator next to her clit, a visible shiver went through him.
He did have little time, but could not waste the opportunity. He turned on the vibrator, catching her by surprise as she gasped.
"Oh, kriff!"
"I'll let that slide... Because it's not truly in yet." He smirked, clearly satisfied with her reaction. "I can't put it in with no preparation, can I?"
"If you keep it there..." She panted as he kept the vibrator on her clit, making her tremble. "I might come as we speak..."
"Well, why not?" He smiled smugly, enjoying the view a bit more than he should. He could get addicted to starting his mornings this way.
"Armitage..." She was breathing heavily, her nails digging into the sheets. "Oh, this feels so..."
Her toes curled, and he quickly noticed she was already wet. With that, he swiftly pushed the vibrator inside her, earning another moan.
"Oh... Oh, fuck..."
"It's on the lowest setting," he smirked as she adjusted the device between her legs, still panting. He picked up his datapad and turned off the vibrator. "If that's how you react to the lowest level, I don't see a victory for you..."
"I wasn't prepared," she argued. "But now I am."
She stood up and walked slowly - so as not to lose the vibrator - towards her wardrobe to find fresh underwear. Soon, she was in her uniform and ready to leave as well.
"No touching."
"Don't worry about tha... Fuck!" she screamed suddenly when he grabbed the datapad again, turning the vibrator back on.
"And no swearing on duty." He grabbed her by the collar playfully, making her open her mouth in disbelief.
"You're unbelievable."
"And you're insufferable," he replied as if it were obvious. "We're tied."
When she was sitting down by a console that day, she knew he would be on his watch all the time. She also realised she could anticipate his little device coming to life at any given moment, and she kept on reminding herself to stay alert.
For the first hour, absolutely nothing happened. Hux was nowhere to be seen and for a moment, she was so focused on her work she almost forgot about the device inside her.
And then she leaned towards the soldier on her right, Fando, just to hear his question better.
"Are you checking the last supply delivery?" he asked her and she nodded.
"Yes, I am... Oh...!" She gasped and her whole body tensed up as she felt the vibrator come to life. And it felt so good, but she wasn't allowed to react...
Fando raised an eyebrow at her sudden reaction.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry." She cleared her throat, keeping her legs together as the device kept vibrating. "I am checking the delivery, yeah..." She breathed heavily, making Fando even more confused.
"Could you check if they delivered the new blasters? General Hux sent in a request."
That little bastard... Y/N thought to herself, realising it was Hux himself who arranged this entire situation. She couldn't see him anywhere near, but she knew he was watching one way or another... So she had to compose herself.
"Yes, just give me a moment..." She turned back to her screen, clearing her throat.
She began looking for the "blasters" position in the delivery logs, slowly getting used to the burning in her abdomen...
And then, suddenly, the intensity began growing. She didn't control it as she bent slightly, feeling more and more wetness in between her legs.
"You're... You're sure you're okay?" Fando asked again, seeing her bite her lip in order not to react. "Maybe I should call a medic?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." She coughed, her eyes still focused on the screen. "Just some training soreness."
She was doing all in her might not to buckle her hips as she searched for the logs. Finally, she found them, and turned to Fando with her cheeks flushed...
And suddenly, the vibrator stopped, leaving her with both relief and disappointment at the same time. She took a deep breath, adrenaline still pulsing in her veins.
"Yes, the blasters were delivered," she said to Fando, "I will send the information to the General."
"Thank you." Fando nodded before turning back to his work.
Y/N indeed opened the communication channel to send a message to Hux, but it certainly wasn't about the delivery.
Blasters my ass.
Hux couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he read that message on his datapad. He was in a different part of the base, but he could watch all the security cameras from his datapad, and he thoroughly enjoyed the little show she gave him just moments before. She didn't quite break, but he knew it was only a matter of time. He was enjoying this game more than he could say.
Is that an official message, Lieutenant Y/L/N? No swearing on duty.
Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes at the message, taking a deep breath. He was unbelievable, but hell, wasn't that a part of why she fell for him? He never let her stay bored...
Officially, new blasters have been delivered, sir. Unofficially, you are unbelievable, bastard.
Hux had to stop himself from smiling among his soldiers as he read that message. The things this girl made him feel were among emotions he never thought he was capable of experiencing. Never had he ever been this happy.
I am expecting the best performance from you today, Lieutenant.
The double meaning was very clear in this message. She sighed then got back to her work, knowing that it was just the beginning.
For more than an hour, everything was calm... Until Y/N met Malia and they were walking together for a dinner break. They barely sat down at the table when the vibrator came to life again. It was so sudden Y/N let out a gasp, one that caught Malia off guard.
"What?" Malia glanced behind herself. "What did you see?"
"Nothing." Y/N gulped. "Just felt some soreness from the training..." Her voice faltered slightly as the intensity of the vibrations increased. This time, to her already soaked clit, it was much more pleasurable than before... And she was afraid the vibrator will soon slide out, considering how wet she was.
Just for a second, she rocked her hips to move along with the vibrator, pretending to adjust her sitting position... And Maker, it felt so good, but she didn't dare put her hand anywhere near between her legs. She knew Armitage was watching, and she wasn't about to let him just win their little bet.
"You were training again?"
"Yeah," Y/N said breathily, pulling the tray with her dinner in front of herself as the vibrator didn't stop. "Gotta stay sharp, huh?"
She was suppressing any kind of reaction she could, but she couldn't help the blood that was rushing to her cheeks. She wasn't, however, quite sure whether she would be able to eat without choking on anything.
Suddenly, the vibrations stopped completely, and she smiled to herself. She wondered if Hux did it because he could see she wasn't reacting in any way, and so she began eating freely, chatting with Malia as she went. Little did she know it was just calm before the storm...
The real torture began just minutes later. The vibrator came back to life on the highest setting for a few seconds, stopped for a few more, and then again, and the cycle kept on repeating itself, driving her insane.
Her body was begging for a release as waves of pleasures kept on coming and disappearing just as quickly. Armitage knew exactly what he was doing, and his knowledge of her needs was shocking yet exciting at the same time. Every time she thought she would get that final moment of bliss, he stopped, almost as if he could sense her emotions through the cameras.
She was cursing him in his mind and, at the same time, fantasizing about going back to his quarters and letting him watch her again as she writhed and whimpered on the bed. The thought itself turned her on greatly, but was she going to get what she wanted if she lost the bet...? She knew he would do exactly the opposite of that, to drive her crazy.
Hence, no matter how pleasurable it was, no matter how much her clit was pulsing and aching, she focused on talking to Malia, not allowing to give him any satisfaction.
The tortures came back a few more times that day, but despite everything, Y/N didn't break except for a few gasps and sudden bends of her body. By the end of the day, her clit was completely soaked and swollen, her body overwhelmed with need for a release... But the bet was hers.
It was already late when she was beginning to gather her things from her console, preparing it for the soldier that was about to come for the next shift... When she felt someone's presence right behind her.
"My office. Immediately."
Hux's voice was harsh and cold, making a few of the nearby soldiers glance at Y/N with worry. They all scattered, pretending to be busy with just about anything before his visible rage could reach them.
Y/N, on the other hand, had to stop herself from smiling. She wondered whether his anger was just for show or because he was genuinely mad he didn't manage to win.
"Yes, General," she replied, staying emotionless, and then followed him into his office.
The moment the door closed behind them, Armitage made sure to lock it before walking to his desk. His gaze was still cold as the ice outside when he looked into her eyes, but she didn't bat an eye.
"What?" She crossed her arms, smirking at him. "Mad you didn't win, General?"
He took a deep breath. "Onto the desk."
His tone was still harsh, catching her off guard, but at the same time... She enjoyed it when he had the upper hand.
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "Well, in that case... Of course, sir."
She sat on his desk, waiting for what's to come as anticipation rose inside her.
"On all fours."
Another order took her by surprise, but she obeyed, feeling more and more excited by the minute. He meant business as she saw true authority in his eyes, one she knew best from the time they weren't close... He approached her from behind, then began slowly unbuckling her belt.
"You're saying I lost? I do have your reactions recorded... And there certainly are some..."
"It's not like I could not react at all... When you turned it on unexpectedly."
"Oh, but wasn't that part of the deal?" He smirked as he slowly began pulling her pants down.
She sighed. "I kept composure."
"But you did rock your hips a few times. I've seen it."
She just groaned in response. She didn't expect him to notice that... But he must have been watching her much more closely than she thought.
"I still think I win," she said eventually.
"And I think I win."
She let out a sigh. "And what now? A tie? Because there is no one who could judge..."
"Now, Lieutenant..." He quickly pulled down her panties, then easily pulled the vibrator out of her right with a sigh. "We'll take care of your little problem here... Tsk, staining the uniform on duty..."
"You snake..."
He smirked again. "I believe my title is the General."
He took off his gloves, then ran his fingers along her swollen clit, earning a gasp out of her. At that point, she was so sensitive any type of touch was lethal, and he knew that all too well.
"Sensitive, are we?" he asked, clearly enjoying the entire ordeal. The view itself made him feel hotter; he never had the chance to take such a thorough look... The lust was slowly beginning to devour him.
"Guess whose fault is this..."
"I'll tell you the truth, Y/N," Hux began, speaking slightly quieter than before as he walked back to face her. "All day I couldn't stop thinking... About what you said in the morning."
"Hm?"
"About you wanting me..." his tone became hushed "...to use my hands on you."
A shiver went down her spine as he said that, making her feel even more excited than before.
She swallowed hard. "And...?"
"And fuck the bet," he said firmly, stunning her as he leaned in to whisper into her ear. "I am going to use my hands on you right here and right now."
Before she could take in what he actually meant, he was behind her again, and his two fingers were sliding in with no warning. It was almost too easy...
He gave her no time to breath before beginning to pump fingers in and out with as much force as he could muster. She began panting slightly, grabbing the edges of the polished desk, but Hux was nowhere near done. He used his other hand to rub her clit, quickly making her lose her balance.
"Oh, fuck...!" she hissed and he didn't even scold her, too focused on his handiwork. He found himself getting aroused just by the view, just by her little pants and moans, and that day, he was impatient.
With no warning, he grabbed her hips firmly and then made her stand on the floor as she kept her hands on the desk. She didn't even ask what he was doing - she only smiled as she heard him unbuckle his belt right behind her.
He slid it easily, then began moving with more power than he ever had. He was pounding into her, not restraining himself at all as she held onto the desk for dear life. It was like a fury, like he became another person filled with some animalistic kind of desire, and she gasped in a bit of pain when his fingers dug into her hips with so much strength she was sure he would leave marks on her. But she did not complain; after this long day of waiting, she was glad he did not suppress himself one bit.
They reached their bliss together, grunting and moaning as she got the release she had wished for... And somehow felt he needed it just as much.
He pulled out and Y/N turned to face him, panting but smiling as his cum began slowly dripping down her body. There was a clear expression of relief on his face, but she could see he did not lose his harsh demeanour from before.
"Why do I feel like you... Fucked out... Just a bit of your anger?" she asked between heavy breaths, studying his face curiously.
"It's Ren," he hissed in response, breathing heavily, his eyes still burning with rage.
"Just as I figured." She chuckled, then gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "But if that's how it ends... Then I might ask him to make you mad more often."
"You liked it?" he asked as he pulled his pants back on with a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.
Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Yeah... Why?"
He leaned in, lowering his voice as he spoke into her ear. "Because next time... I want to try it even rougher with you... If you're up for it."
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imjustabriee · 1 year
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• Armitage Hux in an Arranged Marriage would include...:
Pt. 1
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—He never thought about being marriaged, it was always something for after the war...or for never.
—He was so upset at first when he heard about you, a young daugther of the king of Taris and a queen of Onderon. That couldn't be possible, but he didn't say something about it, was Snoke who gave him the mission.
— When the day of the meeting came, he stood in the hangar for 30 minutes while watching your ship getting closer and closer.
—"General Hux, I'm the Marshal Y/N of Taris, it's a pleasure to meet you."
The General took your hand and left a kiss on it as a form of respect.
"The pleasure is mine, Marshal."
— The delegation who acgompained you stood behind you, and let you talk first.
—The General was peechless, the aplomb with which you addressed him, without any fear or doubt, made him recognize that his marriage might be interesting, despite everything, you would not stop being a Marshal.
—Hux leads you to his private quarters just to discuss everything personally with you before the ceremony.
You couldn't see the main room, but you saw the kitchen, living room and his study room.
He told you because of your rank, you'll move to a bigger quarters with him, obviously.
Before returning to the Bridge, he gave you a light kiss on the temple, and told you to rest while he was in the bridge.
—You woke up at time, fixed your own self, and went to the Throne Room with no fear of Snoke, you were more powerfull, you knew that.
Some minutes later, the General showed up and you both signed the papers. You were officially married.
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Part 2:
Hope you enjoy this, English is not my first language.
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theravenclawlover · 1 year
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🎃Kinktober Day 2🎃
Day Prompt: Daddy & Mommy/Fucking Machine/ Rimming
Word Count: 346
Warnings: +18 (MDI), “C” word usage, female reader, mommy kink, dom/sub content.
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Armitage Hux x F!Reader
General Hux had a very well known reputation amongst his inferiors, his equals, and his superiors. And all of them could agree that General Hux was a man that liked to be in charge. There was no denying that. Even the brooding Kylo Ren knew it—not like he cared—but Hux was a man that knew what to do the minute he put on his pristine and reputable uniform: General Hux of the First Order was a man that oozed power.
But behind the heavy steel doors of his quarters that title didn’t hold any importance where you were concerned.
Technically, you were nothing but someone he could boss around when he strutted his precious Commanding Bridge, but the second you two were alone, you were the one he answered to. You were the one who bossed him around, took care of him, the only one to see the ginger man break out from such commanding attitude. Armitage Hux was nothing but your good boy.
“You’re doing so good baby,” you moaned as your hands dug into his usually pristine hair. There was nothing more satisfying that being the reason the harsh General quivered in need.
Hux was indeed being good to you. His eager tongue and mouth had learned just how to please you, he now knew what made you quiver. Instead of being taunted into learning how to be a good boy, he now received praised for his good work.
You pulled his head away from your cunt, making him whimper. You chuckled.
“Like pleasing mommy, don’t you?” you asked with a mocking pout, his eyes eyeing your wet cunt with hunger. He looked up through his pale lashes.
“Yes, I like pleasing you,” he moaned out as your nails softly scraped his scalp. “I like to please you, mommy.”
“Then get back to it,” you said pushing his head back into your cunt.
You could feel him mumbling words against you as his tongue eagerly lapped at you. You chuckled before throwing your head back letting him eat you out until you had your fill. “My good boy.”
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lemongingerart · 11 months
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Chapter 2 - Shooting lessons (II)
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Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏
You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊
Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)
Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death
I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!
Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰
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A/N:    Yessss it’s Hux turn now to be embarrassed 😈 by the stars I hope I did him justice. And this is not even the real deal. How do people even write this stuff?
Oh wait, I just did… somewhere in the next chapters 😬🙋
(Don't get any wrong ideas, me publishing 2 chapters in 2 days is a unique thing 😂 Let me know if some parts are inconsistent - I reviewed this so many times and I am literally falling asleep on my desk. But publishing the previous chapter got me enthusiastic and now I'm doing things I might regret yolooooooooo)
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This was different. 
Once, when he was still a Lieutenant and reluctantly assigned to drill newcomers by Brendol, he instructed cadets on their first shooting lessons. He took the job seriously, but the mandatory physical contact was something he had liked to avoid as much as possible. Having his father oversee his progress didn’t really help. The latter thought he could never do any good and ever since Sloane had bestowed the group of commandants' cadets from Arkanis on him, and made it clear the commandant had to convey his teaching techniques to him, tensions were… high.
Nonetheless, he made sure the new cadets were on the top rankings within the then already distributed First Order training curriculum, and tutoring these classes became a routine job.
This time, however, he felt that every little contact filled him with static electricity, although he was absolutely certain that was scientifically impossible. It made him lighter in his touch, doubtful, but also slightly longing to explore the strange responses their physical connection was making. He was slowly becoming aware that he was lingering just a bit too long on her hands, her arm, her shoulder, but he could not let go just yet. Seeing goosebumps form on her lower arm and the fact that he knew he was causing them, made him want to see which other effects he could have on her.
He gulped, all of a sudden conscious that the mysterious effect was starting to become bidirectional. His head felt light,  caused by little sparks popping up in his brain, and his face felt like it was burning. Contradictory, goosebumps formed underneath his clothes. He became aware of how the fabric was rubbing his skin and he couldn't stop thinking about how it would be if it were her warm hands instead.
Hux took a sharp breath and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, forcing his eyebrows into a harsh furrow as much as possible in an effort to hide any other evidence apparent on his features. 
“Remember this position. The stance of your arm will catch up the recoil. Now, try to aim and shoot,” he said sternly, hoping she didn’t hear the slight raspiness of his voice.
The blush on his cheeks refused to subside though, as did the thoughts of exploring her exposed skin some more. So he hastily decided to create some distance between them, before he would do something he might regret. 
Once he regained his wits somewhat, he slowly went to stand behind Miko, trying to march with a steady thread. He hoped she wouldn’t turn around to check on him, because he suspected she could easily notice the result of his state of mind now. 
Stars , this wasn’t the first time she made him lose his cool like this. He hated it, how she threw him off balance, made him feel out of control. 
Miko positioned the blaster as instructed and took a shot. The result wasn’t good, but definitely better than the previous feeble attempt. 
Looking at her stance, there was still some work to do. "Spread your legs a bit more" he added, very much aware that the instruction could be misinterpreted, given the light tremor intruding his spoken words. To his relief, she didn’t say anything about it. Now that he thought about it,  she hadn't looked his way nor spoken for a while now. He wasn’t going to complain about that, thank the stars , but it was curious in comparison to her usual manners. 
“Again, watch your left arm. Compensate.” he instructed, still aware that his voice didn't sound as determined as it usually did. The distance he created slowly made him able to focus again, though. At least enough, so he wouldn't blurt out ridiculous things. Or worse, do something he might regret. 
Again, again, again, he had to repeat for another 10 minutes, and she still wasn’t able to hit the target - and he still wasn’t able to let the unprofessional thoughts dissipate. The only thing he could do for now, was keep them at bay. 
He sighed, thinking about her lack of precision. When a recruit performed this badly, he usually sent them away for maintenance personnel training or something similar. Sanitising duty if he was extra annoyed.
But now, he had to persevere, if only for his own good. On top of that, his mind was still betraying him. It was as if it was sending him little doses of impure ideas, while having to watch her bring up her arms to aim the blaster, the pose exposing her curves more than usual. He repeatedly dictated her to correct her stance, resulting in her pivoting her feet with her usual energetic attitude. The accompanying harsh movements made her butt move in ways he couldn’t divert his gaze from, once he caught sight of it. Every little thing he noticed about her was making the shooting lessons even more of a challenge. But at least, the distance made it possible to subdue those thoughts enough to proceed with the exercise.
After another round of disheartening attempts, Miko hung down her shoulders and let out a frustrated moan, the raw noise bringing Armitage right back to his problematic thoughtlines, but this time much worse. He couldn’t stop the rather lewd visualisation that the sound forcibly pushed into his head. He could feel his blood boiling, his cheeks furiously glowing, fingers tingling as if they've been deprived of blood circulation all the while and oh by the galaxy his pants were becoming tighter…
Of all times, she turned around to face him now, as if she knew what he was going through after that groan of hers. In a haze of panic, Hux swiftly turned on his heels, towards the door, trying to hide the blush and other evidence in the less well lighted area of the loading bridge. 
‘Short break’, he almost whispered, before he left the small hangar space.
Armitage fled to his quarters, for the second time locking the door, leaning onto it. He was acutely aware of the déjà vu, and he knew back then the urge, the want, only increased after he had opened the door. Whenever she got close to him, it was as if his body had a mind on its own. Before, he was able to control himself, but what happened in the hangar was absolutely ludicrous. He needed to get her out of his system, so he could actually instruct her without thinking about trailing his hands over not only her hands and arms, but also her back, trace the muscles there that pull her shoulders back as a response to his fingers, map the bones of her clavicle, watch her throat gulp when he passes there with his thumb, then dipping down slowly, cupping and squeezing her breasts, seeing her shudder under his touch running downwards, working his fingers under the hem of her pants, pulling her closer by her belt and…
Fuck. It was no use.
He was again standing there, up against the door, like a stupid horny lowlife, with a rock hard boner he could hang his greatcoat on. He felt foolish and worthless, not being able to keep his subconscious needs where they should remain: subconscious. He’s a frigging officer of the First Order, he was able to withstand much more triggers than this, mentally taking note that he was taking over her horrible swearing habits as well. Seeing someone act so freely, without any emotional boundaries, was stirring up things deep inside him he couldn't bring to words yet. It was tearing down his carefully built up walls and he wasn’t sure what to think about it. 
But the dick was a serious issue. He still had to finish the training, to give their mission any chance of succeeding.
Frack.  
He snapped open the neck clasp of his uniform and pulled the clothing open with a speed which could damage the material, but right now he couldn’t care less. He clipped open his belt, making sure the thing didn’t clatter on the floor and alarm her. For all he knew, she was standing right behind the door he was leaning onto. Oh by the maker … he shouldn’t have thought about that, an almost painful throb shooting through his cock, which made him lower his pants with a bit more care than the uncharacteristically frenzy he performed on his vest. 
He took himself in his hand, shut his eyelids and debated whether or not he should do this. It’s been a while, he usually pulls so many all-nighters, making him pass out on his blue sofa or in best case in his bed with the datapad on his lap. 
But, by closing his eyes, his wretched imagination took over, taking him back to the hangar and the sounds she let out, suddenly turning into something much more explicit in his imaginary ears. Stars, he hated the fact that he couldn’t control his thoughts from flowing freely, but it was no use - he couldn’t stop the images from popping up. 
A fraction of a second later, he heard the same indecent noise but the scenery was replaced with the one in which she was only in one of his towels. When she was looking for something to wear, a few days ago, bowing down. His towels, his shirt, his… he wanted her to be his to claim… 
He suddenly was standing mere inches from her flushed face, their breath’s mangling when she righted herselves and slowly leaned into him. He started peeling off the plush piece of fabric in his fabricated dream while he automatically started pumping himself, not aware of his ridiculous stance and the cold durasteel on his back. He was so far gone he wouldn’t notice a star exploding. 
Hux didn’t think he still had a few brain cells left for producing imaginary scenarios like this, since he had tried to ignore them for so long. 
But by taking the plunge, they made him dive so deep into his subconsciousness he wasn’t even aware of what was up or down and by the gods of the galaxy he was yearning, yearning for a soft touch, to make her feel good and just feel something in return, feel worthy and content, for once in his life. To be in control of her pleasure, to make her whimper under his touch when he slowly traced her arms and shoulder, like he did in the hangar, her plump breasts, her buttcheeks, every detail of her skin. Just take in the effects he could have on her and feed on them. Greedily take the nape of her neck in his hands and pull her closer to taste her, pulling her legs up and press-
He shuddered, quickly imagining being buried deep down in her, the pressing of his hands on her hips and her neck leaving bruises, and pulling her impossibly closer on his spilling cock.
He opened his eyelids, the light of the room playing tricks on his retina because he squeezed his eyes close too hard. He only then realised his hands were sticky from his cum, coming down from a height he hadn’t been on for a very long time. 
Actually, if he thought about it, he couldn’t have imagined it was ever like this. This…intense… real. Soft? His usual sexual fantasies were definitely not this emotionally loaded and soft. And took a while longer to reach its climax. This was ridiculously improvised.
Now that he was more or less thinking clearly, it made him feel sick.
He was still trying to catch his breath, pondering on why she was doing this to him. How was he going to be able to withstand these urges he never had to keep under control before?
Hux heard some rambling in the wardroom, snapping him out the leftovers of his trance. How long was he standing here against the door? She might start asking questions if I don't get my act together now . He stumbled to the sink, washed up quickly, hastily put on his clothes - hissing when he raked the bacta patch while pulling his pants up - and combed his hair. Then, he double checked his appearance in the mirror, wanting to make sure there was no evidence left of his previous state of distress. 
He took a deep breath, put his head up high and took long strikes to the door. This time, he wouldn’t allow himself to get distracted.
He just entered the wardroom and noticed Miko walking towards the cockpit, datapad and some rubbish in both hands. 
What is she up to? Again?  
Armitage followed her wake, both annoyed by her sudden and unauthorised action and curious what got into her head this time. When he arrived, that droid and she were doing something at the comm unit and didn't look at him entering. 
"All set and done. You should be able to connect to my commlink now!” She exclaimed with a smile, signalling him that she did notice his arrival.
"The new identification code they provided us with is also installed. Your ship should be listed as a cargo vessel right now." She happily mentioned, after she placed her hands on her hips.
Hux sighed, glad a practical conversation might make him forget about what he just wanted to do to her, and replied: "Let's hope no one wants to actually check it out, because one glance from an enthusiastic republican will get us into trouble." Miko quickly turned her head towards him. “We should’ve painted the ship in a happy colour, you’re right. Like, bright orange.” she whispered in a secretive way. 
He cocked his eyebrow, not sure what to do with her comment. 
”Kidding Hux, I don’t have a death wish. Although I don’t know if death at your hands would be worse than whatever we’re facing next.” she said smilingly, turning back to the controls. 
Hux gulped and decided not to react to that comment. He was content to hear she didn’t underestimate him, but he did just think about fucking her with his hands on her neck and now… he decided the weapons controls needed to be checked. 
Any distraction would do.
After a short pause, she righted her back and said to him: “I'm done here. Up for round 2?” 
He harshly turned his attention to her, slightly confused and already sweating under his collar, the sentence having a completely different meaning in his ears. Before he could actually register what she was really talking about, she exclaimed “I’ll be in the hangar” and turned around with a slightly bubbly attitude. 
He sighed again and followed her wake, keeping enough distance. He wasn’t going to get tricked by his hormones twice.
The training session went on for another 30 standard minutes. Hux kept his distance and was able to find back his instructor mode, and even keep any unwanted distractions to a minimum. They kept going, until she was able to automatically pull, aim and shoot. Actually hitting a target was beneath any standards, but for the approaching rendezvous, just having the movement in her physical memory would have to suffice. 
The proximity alarm went off, signalling their arrival. The duo stopped their activities. Miko holstered the blaster, put PC on her back, and followed in Hux’ shadow towards the cockpit.
A/N: Shields breaking, walls cracking… next time, maybe teeth colliding? Who knows…
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valaryswrites · 8 months
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🪐 where kylo calls hux and order him to fuck you while he watches (and he loves it)
warnings: smut & english is not my first language
The idea sounded exquisite to you. For some reason, it was Kylo Ren who brought it up. He was a man that could never share, unless he really wanted to. And god, he really wanted to this time.
"Your request caught me by surprise, Ren." Hux said, unbuttoning his uniform, standing right next to the bed where you were laying, already naked. "But I'm quite excited for it, I must say."
"Mhm." Kylo nodded, sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching you realize what was going to happen. "I'll be watching you." He said to you, almost in a whisper. "Every touch, every word, every look you give him. I'll be envious. Jealous." He swore. "Enjoying it."
"Any rules, Ren? Before we start?" Hux asked, taking off his belt.
"I won't give you any orders, General. I want you to use your best judgement. Use her."
"Use?" You asked, quite surprised to hear that word.
"Yes. To use." Kylo said, with a grin. "You're a toy tonight."
Hux laughed a little, and you notice how hard he was under his uniform trousers. He lean in, giving you a kiss. A passionate kiss. His tongue was in your mouth, dancing with yours. And Kylo watched, eyes locked on the two of you.
It felt weird to kiss another mouth, but it felt exquisite too.
"That's it, General..." Ren said, adjusting himself in the chair next to the bed. "Show me how much you desire her. I've seen you watching her in meetings. Show me, and do anything and everything you wish. But..." He said, and Hux stopped kissing you, breathing heavily, to look at him. "... Don't forget to bring her back to me in one piece. She is still mine, after all."
Those words made you feel a desperate warmth all over your body. Hux smiled and continued, kissing your neck and stroking your hair a little. He went further, biting your collarbone and even leaving some marks. You tought Kylo would get mad, but he didn't. You pictured your Master caressing himself over his trousers. Teasing himself, slowly.
"Good, General." Kylo said, breathing heavily, but still sounding demanding. "You really know how to worship a woman's body, don't you?" Hux nodded, but without talking; his mouth was wondering all over your breasts. "You have to be gentle with her. But firm. Very firm." As he speaks, he keeps touching himself over his uniform.
"Your woman is delicious, Ren." Hux said, going down on you and leaving traces of saliva everywhere.
"She's more than that, General. She's the finest piece of flesh you've ever touched." Kylo smiles, looking at your face. "Remember to be firm with her. Don't hold back. Use all of that strength, energy and desire I know you have. Let her feel it."
After that order, Hux knew he had to obey. He wanted to obey. While eating you, as if you were a plate of food to a hungry man, he spanked you. And you groaned in pleasure.
The more exciting part, was turning your head to Kylo and see him stroking his cock freely now. Still wearing his leather gloves, now covered in his own saliva. He smirked before talking to the General, without taking his eyes off you.
"She likes that, General." He said. "I think it's time for you to give her what she really wants. Don't hold back just because you're sharing her with me."
Hux lifted up his face, licking his lips and teeth like an animal. Without any warning, he grabbed you by your waist and moved you even nearer to him, caressing your entrance with the tip of his cock.
Kylo stood up and walked towards you, kneeling next to bed, with his head next to yours.
"Tell the General what you want, baby." He whispered in your ear, and you could listen the sound of his leather gloves wrapping and moving up and down around his cock.
You tried to speak, but the stimulation was too much.
"Use your words." Ren said, demanding.
"For god's sake, fu-fuck me, General..." You managed to speak, and some laughter came out from the throats of the two men around you.
"Lord, she feels fantastic..." Hux said, after finally sliding himself into you. "I envy you... Getting to f-fuck her every... single... day..." He said between harder thrusts.
"Give me a good show, General." Kylo ordered. "She likes what you're doing to her, so keep using her." You were unable to speak. "But... she can also do some convincing. She know exactly what to say to get you to do whatever she wants."
"Then tell me..." Hux begged, trying not to cum all over you already.
"Go fast... faster." You thought it was impossible to use your words, but you did. This lust was something you've never experienced.
"Come on, baby..." Kylo whispered in your ear, still stroking himself but this time even faster. "Say it louder to the General."
"Faster!" You said in a scream, knowing for sure that the Knights of Ren heard you from the other side of the door.
And Hux delivered without any problem. His orange hair was dripping wet and looking so messy, you never thought you would see the General like this. So desperate, without the good manners he usually has towards you.
"Isn't she a lovely sight, General? Don't hold back, you can be harder than that. I want you to be harder." Kylo demanded, as he grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look at him. "Look at me, baby..." He whispered between some groaning. "I'm fucking my hand wishing it was you... Watching how another takes you... In-Infront of me..." You opened your mouth and instead of a word, it was only a loud moan what came out. Hux hit a good spot in a rough way.
"She's a noisy one, General." Kylo said, looking at the redhead now, who was already smiling.
"I'm not sure... I'm not sure I can't hold it any longer, Lord..." Hux said, struggling to speak.
"You can't go yet, General." Kylo denied, and then whispered in your ear. "Turn around." He ordered you. "Let him cum by taking you in all fours. And you'll watch me." Ren was totally lost in pleasure, sounding so mean and desperate it could only make you feel even more aroused.
You didn't even have to move, they did it for you and you end up in all fours, with your head looking directly at the chair where Kylo sit again. His stomach was covered in cum, and that's how you knew that Kylo was having fun, and fucking himself for the second time now.
While Hux kept fucking you, you tried your best to keep your eyes opened.
The sight was beautiful; Kylo Ren, a man respected and feared all over the galaxy, playing with his own cock while his General was using you. Looking directly at your eyes. And while doing so, he spoke.
"Cum already, General." Ordered. "All over her. I don't care. She doesn't care either. But you, my love..." He now said to you. "You don't get to finish. You'll hold it in for me." The moment he said that, Hux couldn't help but cum inside you. The man was exhausted. "Because after the General leaves, I'm going to fuck you again, and again, and again... And I'll be the one to make you cum."
After saying those words, Kylo finished in his leather covered hands once again. And you were just there, breathing heavily in the bed, while Hux was dressing himself.
"It was a pleasure, Ren." The General said, right next to the door. Kylo approached him, taking his gloves off.
"You did good, General." Kylo said, stretching out his hand to shake Hux's. "I might call you soon, again." You heard him say, and you couldn't help but let go a mischievous smile. It was Kylo's turn now.
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buffshipper8490 · 2 months
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Rating Mature
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General Leia Organa asks old ally Lando Calrissian to use his connections to help the Resistance...
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On the bridge of the Skywalker, Leia Organa looked out into the black expanse of space.
So much had gone wrong in so little time.
The message had dropped. They’d lost contact with Finn and Rose. Not to mention Poe, Chewie, and Rey. As she searched the Force for answers, she sensed overwhelming sadness and anger there.
Distantly, she heard Connix’s voice breaking through the fog. “General?”
“General?” came Connix’s voice again, Leia finally turning to face her. “We’ve been at the rendezvous for hours. I think this is all that’s coming.”
Leia’s shoulders slumped and she let out a heavy sigh.
A few freighters and a handful of glorified pirates, that’s all General Leia Organa could command from the galaxy these days.
In the dark days since Crait, they’d learned that the First Order had been pursuing their sympathizers, restricting and blockading communications, cutting off supply lines, capturing or even assassinating allies. In short, no one had answered the call from Crait because very few had even heard it.
Leia had spent the past almost two years reestablishing contact with old allies, calling in favors, recruiting everyone sympathetic to their cause. She sent two of her best on a suicide mission in the heart of enemy territory to put out a message through a peice of ancient hardware that they didn’t even know would still work on the off-chance that the galaxy would finally hear them.
And once again, her pleas fell on deaf ears. All these years, all this time. All for nothing.
Leia felt herself go back to that dark day on Crait. She’d thought the spark of hope had died. She remembered sitting down in the old rebel outpost, exhausted, out of options, while the First Order deployed a siege cannon that would make short work of the armored hangar doors. They were all going to die, and the Resistance with them.
And then her brother had appeared. Luke had distracted the First Order long enough for them all to escape, and their small remnant had survived to carry on the fight.
And carry on the fight she still would.
She turned to Connix, her mind made up. “Prepare an Imperial shuttle. I’ll need valid code clearance.”
“But we’re lightyears from—” Seeing the look on Leia’s face, Connix cut off abruptly. “Yes, General.”
Leia watched her scurry away, chuckling to herself. Well, at least she could still scare the young ones.
But her good humor was short-lived, Leia sighing a second later as she removed the General’s bars from her vest. Maybe Rose would want them. She collected them, after all. That is, if she was still alive.
Leia had a long cloak draped over the back of a chair for the excursion ahead.
She put it on and pulled the hood up over her hair, hiding her distinctive Alderaanean braids from view.
"Leia,” came a familiar voice, that was neither inside her head nor without. The voice belonging to the man who inspired the name of the ship she was standing in.
"I was just thinking about you." Leia responded, like it was just a part of an ongoing conversation. Which, she supposed, it was. It just so happened that one of the parties was dead.
"He's in pain," Luke Skywalker said, voice grave. He was always so damn grave these days. Sometimes she missed the optimistic farm boy he’d once been.
“I feel it, too," Leia replied. Her son was always in pain, and it tore her apart inside.
Suddenly, she felt her brother’s presence next to her, as real and vibrant as when he’d been alive. She turned to face his slightly glowing form.
“If he succeeds in bringing back the Sith, he’ll become more powerful than our father,” warned Luke.
“So will she,” countered Leia. "She's gotten so much stronger already."
Luke waved her off. “She feels too much. Love. Anger."
“Don’t we all?” Leia shot back, her temper flaring. "Even the high and mighty Luke Skywalker himself was not immune to the base emotions that afflict us mere mortals."
Luke gave her a pointed look. “This is why the Jedi live in isolation. The pain of loss only leads to the Dark Side."
“I’ve lost everything and everyone," Leia declared, stone-faced. "And I’d still choose to love.”
She looked at her brother, his familiar face. Let herself miss him for the first time in ages. It was dangerous territory. Her grief was deep and thick and tangled, honed over years and losses and all too easy to lose herself in if she let it.
But today wouldn’t be that day. There was a war to win and a galaxy to save, and she wouldn’t rest until she’d done every last thing in her power to bring about a victory.
Luke was watching her, a look of sadness on his face that mirrored her own. Twins.
“Trust her instincts,” implored Leia. “She may not follow the path of the Jedi, but this time, she’s our only hope.”
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gerdavonrinnlingen · 2 months
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I tried my hand at a Rose/Hux/Poe fic! :D The lovely art is by nadiapolyakova <3
Three of a Kind (AO3)
After the war, Rose has to work as a private eye on Nar Shaddaa. Poe tries to make ends meet as a pilot - when a bounty is put out for an unknown First Order researcher, they decide to find the man. Meanwhile, Hux makes a living as a poker player in dangerous Hutt casinos and is more or less unwillingly drawn into the affair. Can the three of them find the man they are looking for and win a high-class poker tournament?
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kittyofalltrades · 1 year
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A Change of Pace
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The Resistance has a new defector to the cause. Former Captain Poe Dameron at your service.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Word: 4758
Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
Beta: @welcometostayingawake
Warnings: PinV (wrap it before you tap it), Oral (f rec), birth control implant, kinda enemies to lovers (so yes Poe is sarcastic and she takes a swing at him) let me know if i missed anything
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You tapped the datapad connected to your X-wing. There had been a system malfunction and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You were tapping away when your friend Finn appeared on the ladder, when he didn’t immediately speak you assumed that whatever he wanted wasn’t important. You tapped a way under his watchful gaze for another minute before finally turning to him.
“Need something buddy?” You asked.
“General Organa wants to see you,” he told you.
“You could have led with that,” you told him with a snort.
Finn chewed his lip and fidgeted nervously under your gaze and you suddenly felt bad about scolding him. Sometimes he was so worried about interrupting that he’d just wait until he was acknowledged. You hated it and thought he’d finally broken the habit but apparently not, you made note to be more gentle with him next time.
You climbed out of the cockpit and down the ladder, you pulled a towel out of your pocket and attempted to clean the grime of working on an X-wing off while Finn waited. Once you were done, you disconnected your datapad and exited the hangar with him hot on your heels.
“Did you hear about the new arrival?” Finn asked quietly, having apparently gotten over his initial scolding.
“Not much just that it was some First Order person with enough intel that he wasn’t shot on sight,” you answered with a shrug. You weren’t much for the gossip, especially when it pertained to new recruits.
“I wonder what they’re like.”
“Probably stuck up and even after joining still thinks we’re nothing but rebel scum,” you answered with a snort. The rest of the walk to Leia’s office was quiet, with you sinking into thought, wondering what could be so urgent that she wouldn’t just send a droid for you.
Once you reached Leia’s office, Finn departed, leaving you to your fate. He didn’t say it often but his worry that Leia didn’t trust him would never fully go away. And honestly, after the loss of Rey, it wasn’t that small of a concern.
You entered the General’s office and took a second to enjoy the view. Even in the heart of the jungle, Leia had found the most peaceful place to set up. A cave with the wall open to the elements, providing a breathtaking view of the base, sat in front of you. Sometimes when she gave permission, you’d sit on the floor of her office just taking in the view and being reminded that these were the people keeping hope alive.
Behind you Leia cleared her throat making you turn to look at her, seeing her wearing another set of beautiful robes. Why she bothered was always a mystery to you. The jungle’s heat had you wearing the least amount of clothing acceptable whereas she was swathed in fabric constantly, and you weren’t sure how she handled the heat. You started sweating just looking at her.
“Commander, I’d like you to meet someone,” She said in a regal tone.
The word Commander had you straighten your spine, something important was about to happen. That something being a man in a First Order uniform stepping out of the shadows. He wore stun cuffs but still held his hands away from his body to show himself unarmed. You itched to reach for your blaster when you saw the officer marks on his uniform. Almost as if sensing your thoughts he gave you a wicked smile.
“Commander, this is Poe Dameron, former captain of the First Order. He’s been kind enough to offer valuable information during his defection,” Leia told you with a thin lipped smile.
“Good for him, what does that have to do with me?” you asked, barely keeping your tone respectful.
“I’m making him your subordinate. Where you go, he goes, as such I’ve arranged a double room for you both,” she continued. “Stateroom 54.”
“Wait a double room? You don’t expect me to cohabitate with this man, do you?” you asked aghast.
You had to admit that Poe was attractive for a First Order officer, but you didn’t think you could handle living with him. Not after your break up, and Leia wasn’t the type to try to play matchmaker; she was serious.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Am I not pretty enough for you?” Poe asked with a grin.
You ignored him and turned to Leia in an attempt to plead your case. To ask that she not leave you with this First Order officer. This man who seemed all smiles but you weren’t sure he could be trusted, defector or not.
“Get him outfitted, trained, and mission ready, Commander,” Leia told you firmly.
You processed the words with a deepening frown, that meant–she couldn’t be serious, “Am I grounded?”
Leia didn’t answer, instead she released Poe from the cuffs and retreated to her desk with them. “Dismissed, Commander. Dismissed, Dameron.”
“But Leia–”
“I said dismissed, Commander,” Leia repeated with finality.
You gave her a crisp salute and turned on your heel, exiting her office quickly. You were this man’s babysitter, like you didn’t already have enough on your plate with former First Order Officers. A particular ginger bastard floated to the forefront of your mind and you remembered being his babysitter until he was deemed trustworthy. How kind he’d been to you after his first battle with the resistance. You mind drifted to how sweetly he’d kissed you and how he’d taken his time fucking you and exploring your body. The good times played like a reel until you got to the bad times. The fights, his need to be in control, his need to keep you grounded, and his lies, most of all.
Poe’s voice dragged you back to the present and away from all the reasons Leia shouldn’t have left you with another First Order Officer.
“What do you want?”
“I asked where we were going, sweetheart,” Poe asked with a charming smile.
“Don’t call me ‘sweetheart’,” you growled at him, the nickname was wearing on your nerves.
“Or what, sweetheart?” he asked, drawing out the word. He seemed to be enjoying needling you and he was going to pay for it.
In a small fit of rage, you swept his feet from under him sending him to the ground while a yelp. Once he was down, you put a heavy booted foot on his chest keeping him down where you could look at him. “You can call me Commander, Black Leader, my name or ‘hey you’ for all I care, but for kriff’s sake stop calling me ‘sweetheart’.”
“Yes, Commander,” Poe said, giving you that charming smile again. You reluctantly let him up, wondering if you had won this battle or if he had. You had just learned a valuable lesson not to underestimate him.
You sighed and turned down one of the least used pathways to the Quartermaster. You didn’t want anybody spotting that First Order uniform, it might cause problems. Yes, there were plenty of First Order defectors but one as pretty as him was bound to be an issue. Not that you thought he was pretty.
You reached the Quartermaster’s building quickly and stepped in. “Shiress. It’s me, I have an order to place,” you called into the depths of the building while Poe came around behind you.
From the back, a small portly woman stepped out giving you a happy smile. “Commander, just the person I was wanting to see. Your order arrived last night. I can get it for you now, if you like.”
“Sure,” you told her cheerfully. “While you're back there, do you think you can get me a full outfitting?”
“Sure sweets, male or female or non Terran specific?” Shiress called as she headed toward the back room.
You turned to Poe, “Hey, are you male or female?”
He gave you a raised eyebrow at the teasing. “I am very much male, maybe I can show you later, Commander.”
“You do know I am armed, right?” you threatened.
Poe laughed and put his hands up in surrender. You hated how the sound slithered across your skin and made you shiver. Damn, even his laugh was fuckable.
Shiress returned and dropped a crate at your feet. From it, she withdrew a set of clothes that she thrust at Poe and waved him toward a changing area half hidden in a corner. He didn’t complain and proceeded without a word. You watched him covertly while Shiress listed the contents of the cart. You could only see his chest and shoulders but you enjoyed the expanse of golden skin and broad shoulders that was revealed as the First Order uniform was peeled away.
“Commander. Commander,” Shiress said snapping her fingers to get your attention. When you finally looked at her, she gave you a wide grin that made you roll your eyes. “I know you like ‘em pretty.”
She cackled at the words and you ignored her in favor of squatting down to examine the contents of the crate. If Poe walking around the corner shirtless wasn’t distracting enough, the fact that the top button of his pants was undone certainly was. The opening at the top of his pants framed the trail of dark hair that disappeared just out of sight. You’d seen men before but never one of this caliber. You wanted to run your tongue down that little patch of hair and see if he tasted as good as he looked.
“This shirt is too small and the pants just barely fit,” Poe said while he passed the shirt back to Shiress. He turned to show the smaller woman just how tight the pants were around his ass and you managed to drag your eyes away before he looked at you.
Shiress tutted and sent him back to the changing room before giving you a sly smile. It wasn’t a secret that since you’d broken up with your last beau you’d refused all advances and, in short, needed to get laid.
“Just because I need to get laid doesn’t mean I need to ride the first pretty face I find. Ride the first pretty face?” You questioned softly out loud. “That was not where that sentence was going.”
Shiress tossed Poe a second shirt and returned to you. “Need anything else? Or is that it?”
“No, just send the rest of his things to stateroom 54,” you told her.
“Take my advice, girlie. You better ride that man into the sunset before somebody else decides to,” Shiress gave a quick squeeze to your shoulder just as Poe returned with his uniform neatly folded. She whisked the offending fabric away leaving you with Poe, with you still kneeling beside the crate.
Poe gave you a quick smile and opened his mouth. “I swear to the maker, Poe, if you say something about how good I look on my knees…”
“I was just going to ask how I looked. But now that you mention it-”
You finally found what you were looking for and in a swift move grabbed his arm and injected his birth control implant making him yelp in pain. “Oops.” You told him before dropping the injector back into the crate.
“I was up to date on my implant,” Poe grumbled while he rubbed the sore spot on his arm.
You didn’t answer as you stood and dusted yourself off. You picked up the crate and carried it out of the building with a groan. It was heavy and almost none of it was yours. You turned and dropped it at his feet.
“You want to get that? It’s your stuff.”
“Are you going to order me, Commander?”
You turned on your heel and made your way through the jungle leaving him to decide if he wanted to carry his things. You heard him trot up to you and you glanced sideways to see that he’d decided to carry the crate. You watched him out of the corner of your eyes admiring the long line of throat that was exposed by his unbuttoned shirt, a necessity in the jungle heat. You were so busy watching Poe that you almost missed the mop of glossy, ginger hair.
You tackled Poe off the path making him drop his crate of items. You covered his mouth and whispered a quick shush to him. You carefully peaked out of the brush watching as the ginger hair bypassed your hiding spot making you breathe a sigh of relief. Once the coast was clear, you pushed yourself upright fully, releasing his mouth.
“If you want me under you that badly, that’s all you need to say, sweetheart,” Poe laughed.
Once you realised the position you were in, you scrambled off of him. You hadn’t meant to end up straddling him. Hell, you hadn’t meant to touch him outside of getting him off the path. You made a rude gesture and started back on the path to your quarters, avoiding any of the common routes just in case.
You reached your quarters without further issues or run-ins with a certain ginger. You used your keycard to access your room and reveal your happily beeping droid.
“BB8 meet Poe,” you said, gesturing your droid toward the man. BB8 rolled happily around the man beeping greetings and questions at him. The droid was always up for making new friends and he was chipper enough that he usually made people smile, except Poe, who was looking at the little droid in horror.
“Beebs, buddy, can you do me a favor?” you called drawing the droid’s attention to yourself.
BB8 stopped circling Poe and focused on you, head bobbing an affirmative.
“Can you get the key card to stateroom 54 from Leia?” you asked.
The droid beeped another affirmative and charged out of the room at top speed, pausing only for the door to open. Poe watched the little droid go with a look of shock on his face.
“What the kriff was that?”
“Come on, Poe, surely even you’ve seen a droid before.”
“Why is it so bright and chipper?” he asked, still shocked.
“I think he’s perfect,” you answered.
“Just like a rebel to want something so bright and garish.”
You ignored the crack at your droid. You’d lovingly built and custom painted the droid yourself, he was damn near your child. When he built his own droid he could bitch about the color scheme. But knowing him, he’d want something drab and boring, just like a member of the First Order would like.
You ignored him and started collecting your few things from the shelves, trinkets that probably looked like garbage but held a place in your heart and dropped them in your duffel bag. The motherboard of the first droid you’d ever built, the carved tooth of a loth cat, shrapnel from your first dog fight all went into the bag making you feel nostalgic about your room.
The sound of fabric rustling made you turn around, and the sight that greeted you was straight out of a wet dream. Poe had laid on your small bed stretched out with his feet crossed at the ankle, his shirt unbuttoned exposing even more deliciously bronze skin and his muscular chest. His chestnut curls were tousled like he’d run a careless hand through them. The sight was mouth watering. You pulled your lip between your teeth while your gaze scanned over him.
“See something you like, sweetheart?” Poe asked seductively.
“No,” you answered quickly, turning back to your shelf. You weren’t going to play this game with him today, if ever.
The sound of fabric shuffling and a presence of heat clued you in to Poe standing behind you.
“You sure, sweetheart?”
“What did I tell you about calling me kriffing sweetheart?” you growled.
You turned rapidly, angling a punch at him, but he caught your fist in one of his larger hands. You tried to pull away but his grip tightened on you. With a sharp tug you were pulled flush against him. Your pulse sped up as he gently grasped your chin pulling your face to his.
“I’ll call you whatever the kriff I want, sweetheart,” he told you, voice like dark silk.
His mouth was a hair's breadth away from yours, hovering, waiting. You closed the distance, your mouth fierce on his, the taste of him filled your head and mouth. He released your hand draping it over his shoulder and dipping his other hand to your waist, pulling your hips flush to his. You reached up and buried your fingers in his hair, marveling at the silken texture of his curls.
“Do you want this?” he whispered into your mouth.
You nodded. Your words had failed you the second your fingers touched his hair, the soft ringlets addicting under your fingers.
As his mouth moved against yours, he spun your bodies, turning them so that you were up against the wall. Your grip on his hair tightened and he let out a moan. In turn, he slotted one of his thighs between yours, giving you a delicious glimpse at the friction you already craved.
You moaned as he moved his leg again, pushing the seams of your clothes against your sensitive core. In response, he started kissing down your neck, lightly sucking the skin there. He didn’t spend too much time in one spot, not wanting to leave lasting marks. Your breath hitched as he gently bit at sensitive skin along your collar bones.
You continued running your fingers through his hair as he worked his way down your body, pausing to help you undress as he went. With each button he opened, he laid a kiss on your skin. Your breath caught when he got to the top of your pants. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, as if asking for further permission. You nodded your assent and he flicked open the button on your pants.
He worked your pants down your hips, taking your undergarments with them. You shivered when the heat of his breath puffed against your skin. You parted your legs a little, silently asking for his attention. He smirked.
Surprisingly, he was gentle and careful when he helped you out of your boots. He was sure to place them against the wall out of the way. He helped you step out of your pants and tossed them aside.
He knelt at your feet, getting comfortable on his knees, and nuzzled your belly. You squinted at the surprisingly affectionate move. He started kissing your body again, sucking and nibbling as he went. When he reached the edge of your curls, he looked up at you with a glint in his eye and smiled. Silently, he picked up one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder. The cool air hitting your warm core sent shivers down your spine.
He took his index finger and gently moved it through your folds, spreading the slick that began to gather there. You moaned as he circled your clit. Little by little he did this, and with each pass, his finger slowly sunk further in. On the final pass, his thumb rested against your aching clit and his finger sunk in all the way. He curled it against your sweet spot and your knee nearly buckled.
Your moans creeped up in pitch when he leaned forward and lifted your other leg over his shoulder. With your own shoulders pressed against the wall, he flicked his tongue against your clit, never stopping the movements of his finger. Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, and the heat in your belly built, he pulled his finger out. You huffed in frustration.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got you.” He said, whispering it against your core, just loud enough for you to hear.
One of your hands landed in his hair and you threaded your fingers through the strands and pulled forward, pressing his nose against your skin.
He laughed a little, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, making you let out a desperate sound. While you were distracted by the sensation, he slowly dipped two fingers inside your heat and curled them deliciously against your sweet spot. While he rapidly moved the tips of his fingers against the bundle of nerves inside, he sucked and flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves on the outside. You saw stars as your first orgasm of the night swept over you and took your breath away. He moaned into you as your grip on his hair became almost painful when the sensations took over you.
He didn’t stop his ministrations until you whimpered in discomfort, helping you ride through the peak of the orgasm and through the aftershocks. He slowly removed his fingers and swiped his tongue through your folds, gently tasting you. He hummed in approval at what he tasted.
You let go of his hair, and allowed your hand to fall to your side. He pulled away, gently settling your feet on the floor. When he was sure you wouldn’t fall, he rose to his feet.
“How about we move to a more comfortable spot?” He tilted his head toward the bed.
You nodded, not trusting your voice, still panting, trying to catch your breath.
He kicked his boots off and kicked them next to yours. As he removed his own clothes, he tossed them one by one in the general direction yours had landed. He went to remove his own undergarments and stopped. You huffed in annoyance.
He wrapped his arms around your hips, hands grabbing the swell of your ass and lifted, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bed and lowered you down. You made a noise of displeasure as you were reminded that the mattress was still bare. The noise is quickly replaced with a moan as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked, adding a little pressure with his teeth. He moaned as you worked your fingers through his hair, tugging his head towards your other breast.
As he worked back and forth, teasing, biting, and sucking, he put weight on one hand and used the other to knead your breast, adding to the pleasure. You moaned and bucked your hips, trying to get more friction. He was leaning over you with just enough space between you that you couldn’t reach.
“In a hurry, sweetheart?” he asked, a devilish grin on his face. You glared but managed to refrain from smacking him. He seemed to sense this and laughed a little.
As an answer, you hooked your toes in the waistband of his underwear and used your feet to work them down his hips. He pulled away from you and slid them all the way off his legs. He leaned back into you, the weight of his hard cock, heavy on your thigh. He leaned forward, his knees shifting so that his thighs were as close to you as they could get, and hungrily kissed you, grinding down and pressing the weight of his body into yours, teasing you by thrusting his hips a little. You moaned into his mouth, your grip tightening in his hair.
He pulled away and looked at you intently.
“Well?” you huffed, “Are you going to make bedroom eyes at me all night or are you going to fuck me?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”
You glared at him again, “Don’t call me that,” you grit out between clenched teeth.
“As you wish, Commander.”
You rolled your eyes.
He shifted his weight, so he could grip his cock in one hand. Leaning away from you a bit, so he had room to work, he slid it through your folds, coating it with your slick. You bucked your hips a little as his skin slid against yours in the best way. Still sensitive from earlier, your breath hitched as the head of his cock caught on your clit. You bucked your hips again and whined a little.
Slowly, he pressed into you then pulled out again. He did this several times, sinking further in, each time. The final pass, he sunk all the way in, and stopped moving. The intensity of the sensation was almost too much to take as you both adjusted to it. He seemed to start trembling, waiting for you to let him know he could move.
“If you don’t move, I’m going to strangle you,” you told him, through gritted teeth.
“Like this, sweetheart?” He slid out and roughly thrust in. He moaned, but you practically growled at the nickname. You were quickly distracted as he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth again, working in time with his thrusting hips.
Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he paused to adjust himself. You made a noise of protest and he teased you some more. Didn’t thrust his hips, but moved his mouth around where he could reach, nibbling, and sucking. You huffed out in frustration.
You squinted at him when he decidedly ignores you in favor of a particularly sensitive spot. Having had enough of his teasing, you unlocked your ankles from behind his back, squeezed his hips, with your thighs, pushed on his shoulders with both hands, and flipped the both of you so that you were on top and he lay on his back, a shocked expression on his face.
“What? You were taking too long!” you bit out.
Without warning, you reached back and positioned his cock head at your entrance and slowly sunk down onto it. You both moaned and you grabbed both his hands to use them for leverage so you could better ride him. You picked up the pace once you got used to the new position. The sounds coming out of the both of you were sinful. You lifted up and slammed down, harder and harder. The ache in your hips and thighs built into a delicious burn. He worked one of his hands out of yours and pulled your face close to his and kissed you, swirling his tongue against yours. You moaned into his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, you nibbled and sucked your way down his chest leaving marks on his skin, as your bodies moved together. He threw his head back at the sensations and shamelessly groaned. You could feel his body tensing under yours, and you knew he was close. You carded your fingers through his hair and bit under his jaw, only to lick the sting away, sucking a little and leaving another mark.
His building climax fed into your own and you leaned back, putting your weight on his thighs.
“Touch me” you prompted.
“As you wish, Commander,” he grinned up at you.
You ground down on him, causing him to groan. As he reached up and grabbed your breasts, you reached down with one hand and rubbed your clit. You rocked your hips in aborted thrusts, and he thumbed at your sensitive nipples. The coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter and the sounds you both made got louder and louder.
Your orgasm crested, washing over you like a tidal wave. He planted his feet, grabbed your hips, and thrust into you, using your own orgasm to milk his own. He groaned out loudly as his hips met your ass in one strong, final thrust, and you felt him pulsing inside you.
Slowly, he lowered himself back down, and you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. You caught your breath and smiled. He laughed a little, the air puffing across your face.
Gently, he helped you off him and you both lay on your sides facing each other.
“Well. At least we don’t have to change the sheets” you mused.
He let out a bark of laughter, and threw one of his arms over his eyes. “Yeah,” he agreed, still smiling.
You looked at the beautiful man laying next to you somewhat surprised that despite what your brain had said your body had wanted this, no needed this. You threw your arm over him, cuddling tight against his body while sleep dragged your eyelids down.
“Does this mean I can call you sweetheart now?” Poe asked softly.
“Do you really want to take that risk?” you murmured back sleepily.
“If it gets me more of this, kriff yes,” he replied before looking down and realising you’d fallen asleep against him.
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starlightsearches · 2 years
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Onshot idea: Hux would definitely fuck out his anger to keep his image from being compared to that of kylos. *Bonus is he definitely not sorry for us :) - horni anon
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Top tier concept, my friend! I hope you enjoy 💖
Here's a semi-old request, and although I still don't think I'm going to be writing for Hux regularly again, I did really like this one and wanted to put it out there for those still reading 😅 Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
Armitage Hux x F! Reader
Warnings: 18+ only, NSFWish, discussions of sex, language, mean nicknames/degredation, dom! hux, mentions of possible non-consensual voyeurism, orgasm denial, and oral (m receiving), reader is a little bit of a brat :0)
You don't even have to look at him to know what he's going to do to you. It's like a special sense—your body so attuned to his moods that you can feel it in the air.
Or maybe you'd just seen the damage reports already.
The door to his office slides shut and you pretend to busy yourself at his desk, skin of your back tingling with the sound of his every step, coming closer and closer, irritation rolling off him in waves. He doesn't even touch you—doesn't have to touch you—lashes fluttering against your cheeks with the rasp of his voice at your ear.
"Bend over."
With pleasure. You hinge at the hips, forearms planted against the table top, curving your spine until your knees are straight, ass high in the air.
It really is your best angle, especially since you hiked your uniform skirt up a few inches higher than regulation allowed once he commed to let you know he was coming.
It's a shame he's not looking. Glancing over your shoulder, you find the general fidgeting with his uniform—a nervous tic—red spots blooming across his cheeks.
"Who does he think he is?" he mutters, more to the room than you, slicking a gloved hand back over his hair. "A selfish, arrogant- damaging my ship."
Gods. You roll your eyes; this is nothing new—the same complaints as always, interspersed with a few new expletives. You shift your weight back and forth on the balls of your feet, trying to maintain blood flow. Eventually he'd run out of steam and turn his attention to you, but you've got no patience for waiting today.
"It's not your ship."
Hux stops in the middle of whatever complaints he'd been making to the walls, stepping to the side of the desk, taking your chin in his harsh hand.
"What was that?"
His fingers squeeze until your jaw clicks open, the burning pressure making you gasp.
"I said,"—you manage, looking up into his fierce green eyes, your cunt practically dripping, "it's not your ship. The supreme leader determined that you and Ren would share it."
He glowers, grating his teeth. When he leans in close, you can smell the scent of cigarettes on his breath.
"You should watch the way you speak to me, or I'll be forced to find ways to keep your whore mouth quiet."
And unsatisfied. Unspoken but obvious enough—it had happened before. Hands bound behind your back, he'd gripped you by the hair and thrust his cock into your mouth, only satisfied once he'd finished, leaving you gasping for breath and dribbling his cum from between your lips. And then he'd leave you on his office floor, warning you against touching yourself.
He always knew when you disobeyed him, too. He must have had a security-cam installed in your quarters.
That was your working theory, anyway.
Softening your expression, you let a little submission into your posture, giving yourself more fully into his hand, craning your neck.
"That won't be necessary, general. There are other ways to keep me from talking."
And despite his attempts to keep his composure, his breath stutters from his lungs, eyes flashing to your lips.
"I'm not so sure you deserve it," he whispers, but he pets his thumb over your the seam of your mouth, and you part it, tasting leather on your tongue.
It really is that easy for you to get the upper hand.
You hollow your cheeks a little, just to show how agreeable you can be when he's finally paying you the attention you deserve, caressing the tip of his finger with your tongue. He pulls the shaking digit from the warm cavern of your mouth, his whole body trembling. Your own spit smears across your cheek.
"I'm sure I don't deserve to be fucked against your desk, sir, but isn't that what you want? Don't you want to feel my cunt clench around you?"
He doesn't have to say yes; you can answer the question well enough yourself, eye-level with the tent in his uniform slacks that confirms he wants your pussy very, very badly.
You lower your voice a little, hips wiggling as you widen your stance, making room for him. "I'm already dripping for you, sir. Wouldn't you like to feel?"
His resolve crumbles, throat bobbing with a rough swallow. It doesn't matter; his voice still shakes.
"Hands behind your back," he commands, and you comply, trying and failing to slow the pace of your breathing as he moves to stand behind you, one hand circling your wrists, pinning them in place against your spine.
His other hand brushes against the hem of your skirt, pushing it higher, higher, until it's the rough material of his slacks scraping against your bare thighs.
"You'd better find away to keep quiet this time," he warns, two fingers petting at the slick fabric covering your core, "I don't want anyone else hearing those little whore moans."
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kintsugis-philosophies · 10 months
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The one cruel resistance game where Hux is sitting on Kylo's lap, both of them entirely bare, as Hux threads his fingers in Kylo's hair, massaging back and forth all that while looking Kylo right in the eyes, nuzzling a few times, lips inches away and ever so often he tugs Kylo's hair lightly which drags a moan out of Kylo.
Kylo has to restrain himself from flipping them over and fucking Hux into the bed, he has to sit there and feel shivers going down his spine as Hux does what he's doing with Kylo in slowest torcherous way possible.
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anatee · 7 months
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INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader | pt. 6
INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut. 18+. MINORS DNI. This is a direct continuation. I’m back, girlies and I wrote this somewhere in between the preparations for my real book to be published very soon. There will be more parts, of course, I'm still deciding if I want to destroy the Starkiller or not break his heart this time.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Word count: 6.48K
Content warning: fem!reader x Hux; Force Awakens plot but everything happens much slower; soft Hux with feelings appears but he is also a bastard; a few curse words; smut: fingering, oral (f receiving), face sitting, this part is sponsored by Hux being the giver basically
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"Come with me. I have something you'd like in my bedroom."
Bloody Hux. He knew exactly what to say to keep her going and all riled up, even after absolutely ravishing her just minutes earlier.
"A surprise? Another one? You sure know how to keep me on my toes."
Hux smiled smugly, then beckoned her to follow him to his bedroom. There, she immediately noticed a new piece of black and red furniture standing opposite the bed.
"A holotable?" she asked in surprise. It was one of the largest types she knew the First Order used, new and polished.
"Precisely." Hux entered, and the door closed behind him. "I had it installed today. Now we can... Watch things, should you wish."
A warm smile spread on Y/N's face at the mere thought. "It would be lovely to watch something with you and just relax..."
"Then we'll do just that."
She held his gaze for a moment, allowing warmth to fill her up completely. She walked up to him and cupped his face, then left a soft, affectionate kiss on his lips.
"You've been really spoiling me lately... But I can't say that I complain."
He let out a sigh, then offered her a soft smile, again experiencing some feelings he had never felt before. "Maybe I like doing it."
"I'll go take a shower before this then... Unless you want to join me?"
As much as he enjoyed the offer, he already had a plan.
"Go, I'll order dinner for us in the meantime."
"Always efficient planning." She nodded in admiration, then smirked. "I can see why they made you a general."
He shook his head, but allowed himself a smile. "You like walking on thin ice, don't you?"
She grinned at him. "Because we're on an ice planet, General."
Before he could reply, she grabbed something from the wardrobe and disappeared behind the bathroom's door. He couldn't stop smiling; she was a little bastard at times, and he had punished people for much less before. Yet, when she teased him like this, it was so enjoyable, it made his heart light, it made the stress from his body evaporate... He couldn't get enough of it.
Twenty minutes later Y/N came back to the bedroom in an outfit that made Hux raise an eyebrow.
"Is that my shirt?" he asked, adjusting his position on the bed, where he was sitting with the remote in hand.
She just smiled, adjusting the large, black shirt that covered her butt just barely, acting as a very comfortable nightgown.
"Maybe."
"You have your own wardrobe here and you're still stealing my clothes?" he asked as if he did not enjoy the view. Her legs were exposed completely, and it would be a lie to say she didn't look attractive in the unusual attire.
"But this is large, comfy, it smells like you and... Oh, tell me you don't like how I look," she argued, then settled herself on the bed, right next to him, her warm legs enjoying the cool feeling of his luxurious sheets.
"If you need new clothes, I can order them for you," he said to tease her, but at the same time, his offer was serious.
"Very funny."
"I was serious, though." He looked at her. "Is there anything you need?"
She cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Clothes, cosmetics, anything else of that sort? I told you I can order these for you."
"You... Would do that?"
"Y/N. You had probably noticed by now how much I'd do for you."
Her mouth fell agape. Of course, he had given her gifts before, but hearing such words was a completely different experience. She swallowed hard, trying to calm her heart.
"I don't want you to think I'm with you for all these perks."
"I never thought that," he replied immediately. "And I am offering. Who else am I going to give gifts to? Ren, maybe?"
Y/N couldn't help but let out a short chuckle. "Oh, I think he'd appreciate a gift just from you."
"Don't even make me imagine that." Hux visibly shuddered at the thought. "Y/N... Love," he began, making her feel even more excited, "I do not know much about all of this, but I know I want to care for you. And you know I have the resources to do so. And don't worry, I told you I have a trusted vendor."
Her heart melted as she gazed into his eyes, taking in the words that made her fall for him even more.
"You're wonderful, you know that?"
He chuckled quietly. "Say that to your dear friend Kylo."
Having said that, he passed her his datapad, smiling softly all the time. Hux took great pride in knowing that he made her this happy; it made him almost as satisfied as using the Starkiller weapon, and he was fascinated to discover these new feelings he had never had for anyone before.
"Choose something for yourself," he said, having opened the app through which she could make orders. While she started browsing, he turned on his new holo table, searching for something for them to watch.
"Oh, I know!" she said after a moment of scrolling through everything. "I'll order sheet masks."
Hux raised an eyebrow, taking a glance at the datapad's screen. "Sheet... What?"
"It's a skincare product. We'll use them together. They'll help you relax, promise. How about one with a porg on?"
He gave her a look of disbelief. "The General of the First Order with a porg mask on?"
She grinned mischievously, his response only making her want it more. "I can't wait to see that."
He shook his head, yet did nothing to stop her when she started choosing the masks. As long as he could have them delivered as something classified, there was nothing to be worried about.
Classified porg sheet masks.
"Oh, there came some message for you," she said, seeing a notification pop up on the screen. Hux didn't even glance at it, his eyes focused on the holo. He trusted her completely, hence allowed her to read the message, not very concerned about whether it was something classified or not.
"What is it?"
"It's Mitaka," she replied, having opened the message. "It's a severe snowstorm again... Should I send them an order?"
Hux rolled his eyes. "They can handle that themselves, idiots."
"So I will just tell him to fuck off..." She smiled, ready to type the message. "Officially, of course," she added quickly, having received a stern look from Armitage.
"Feisty, aren't you?"
"Learning from you."
"I do not swear on duty."
"And am I on duty now, General?"
He let out a sigh, but a smile was dancing at the corners of his mouth as he looked at her with genuine affection. "What would I do without you and these snarky comments of yours?"
She shrugged. "Bore yourself to death."
After that, she moved even closer to him, then placed a long, passionate kiss on his lips, one that left them both feeling a bit intoxicated. It was an unspoken confirmation that all this banter was there because of how much they cared for one another.
"It felt like you needed that," she whispered, barely parting from his lips, and he nodded.
"I did," he replied before repaying her with a kiss full of even more emotions than before.
She turned back to the datapad, sent the message to Mitaka and then finished choosing the products she wanted.
"That would be all." She passed him the datapad again. "If it's too many, I can remove them..."
"Too many?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at the screen. "You chose less than ten products."
"Because I don't want to take it all for granted..."
He sighed, shaking his head. "Seems like I need to add some myself."
He clicked a few buttons swiftly, then left the datapad on the night stand. "Ordered. Everything should be here tomorrow."
"Thank you, Armitage," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. Then she leaned her head against his shoulder to watch whatever he had chosen.
For a while, they watched the holo in silence, until Armitage's hand began to wander. At first, he just rested it on her thigh, then began massaging it, glancing at her just barely as if to ask for permission. She only smiled in response, doing nothing to stop him, so he allowed himself to keep going.
She had a feeling just touching her thigh may not be enough for him. He had been teasing her all day, and it seemed like he was nowhere near the end.
Hux's hand soon wandered underneath the shirt she was wearing, and he very quickly noticed it was... Just the shirt.
He shot her a stern look. "No underwear again."
She smiled at him, trying to look innocent, but he could see it all in her eyes. "It's healthy to sleep that way..."
"Surely," he replied before quickly placing his hand in between her legs, making her let out a small gasp.
And there he was, using his hands just like she wanted him to. His fingers were putting pressure in all the right places, circling her clit and folds carefully, pulling out the quietest whimpers from her. With every precise move of his finger, she became more and more excited, and he could feel the wetness growing rapidly.
"Quick today, hm?" He chuckled, finding his fingers already glistening with her arousal.
"You had me sensitive all day..."
"Oh, I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Means I get to do this..."
He easily slipped his finger inside her, earning a moan that satisfied him greatly. It somehow turned him on, him pumping his finger in and out of her while they were both pretending to still watch whatever he put on. But did he even care for the show? The sighs, the moans and the slightly wet sounds of his finger moving against her soaked folds was all he needed to keep himself entertained.
"The food is taking long today, isn't it?" he asked, knowing very well she wouldn't be able to give 
him a coherent answered as her moans grew louder, her chest raising and falling faster and faster as she quivered with arousal.
"Right there," she breathed out, throwing her head back against the headboard. "Please, keep rubbing right there..."
"There?" he asked with a mischievous smile on his face as he glanced over at her. Two of his fingers were going in and out of her at a rapid pace as his other hand kept on rubbing against her clit, just in the right places, as if he had a scanner to check which spots would bring her most pleasure. When he noticed even more wetness, he ignored her pleading him not to stop and took his hands away. She let out a shaky breath.
"No, no, Armitage, I beg you, let me..."
"I will, Y/N," he smirked, seeing the desparation in her eyes. "But I want to clean you up this time."
Before she could ask what he meant exactly, he adjusted his position on the bed to lay flat and indicated the spot above his face.
"Get over here."
Her mouth dropped as she realised what he wanted to do, but she had absolutely nothing against it.
"Gladly..." She slowly crawled towards him. "But you might just drive me crazy from everything that happened today."
"Maybe that's what I want," he replied without an ounce of hesitation, making her smirk as she put her knees on both sides of his head, then held onto the headboard to keep her pussy right above his mouth.
She could feel his hot breath against her sensitive skin as he chuckled, seemingly content with her position.
"Now that is quite the view."
Even just these words were enough to give her goosebumps. She could feel each of his breaths against her, and it made it harder to keep herself steady in that position. Before she could recover, his breaths were replaced by his tongue, making her whimper.
He was licking her all over, tasting, savouring both her and the moment, making sure not to miss a spot. The helpless moves of her hips, a clear indication of begging for more between the moans and the whispers, made him want to give her even greater pleasure. He knew how sensitive she was after everything that happened earlier in the day, and oh well, he wanted to exhaust her with pleasure.
He slid his tongue inside her, grabbing her hips at the same time and allowing her to ride it. She had never tried something like that before, but stars, this was one of the most pleasurable experiences her body was blessed to have. She kept on rocking her hips against his mouth, her nails digging into the headboard as she felt the inevitable building up, faster than ever before.
A loud, electronical buzz seared through the air, muting their heavy breathing just for a moment.
"It must be the food..." she uttered between the gasps as Hux's licks send a shiver after shiver through her body.
"I don't fucking care," he rasped against her, his hot breath making the sensations almost unbearably pleasurable.
"Hux!" she cried out without thinking, overwhelmed by the feeling of his tongue coming into contact with her overstimulated clit again.
And then it all stopped. She felt him back down as his grip on her hips tightened to the white of his knuckles.
"What did you just call me?"
His tone was almost sinister, sending a shiver down her spine. There was no Armitage that she knew anymore, it was General Hux of the First Order, speaking as if her life depended on his mercy. And at first, she got scared, her mind still clouded by pleasure... But then she remembered she had nothing to be afraid of, and smirked.
"Hux," she repeated proudly, holding onto the headboard and feeling his breathing against her wetness. "Is it high treason?"
"Yes."
"What is the punishment?"
He didn't reply—instead, he gripped her as tightly as he could and forgot about licking. He was devouring her at this point, sucking and grazing her folds and clit with his teeth, pulling a moan after moan of both pleasure and pain out of her throat. Her hair was sticking to her forehead, sweat dripping down as it took more and more of her power to keep herself above him and not just smash his face with her thighs. At this point, it only took a few more licks, a few more rubs of his fingers and she let go, crying out his name again. It shook her body to the core, emptying her mind of any thoughts; there was nothing but that incredible pleasure running through her veins.
She could not see it, but she could almost sense the smirk Hux had on his face after all of this. She fell onto the mattress next to him, helpless, exhausted and wet all over, her thighs burning along with her overstimulated pussy, her mind not allowing her any coherent thought.
Hux wiped his mouth, then watched her chest raise and fall quickly with satisfaction. Then, as if nothing happened, he left the room to finally receive their food.
When he came back, he stopped in the door to adore the sight he had created. Y/N was still on the bed trying to catch her breath, both her hair and the sheets a complete mess. Her skin was glistening with sweat, just like her folds which were still soaked.
"Look at you." He smirked triumphantly. "A little mess, aren't you?"
She raised her head slightly and looked at him in disbelief. "It's your fault."
"I'm not particularly sorry for what I did." He looked clearly amused as he set the tray with food on his night stand. "You enjoyed every second."
She just rolled her eyes, knowing he was right. Although exhausted, she sat up slowly and watched him walk to the bathroom. He came out of it quickly with a black towel. He then began wiping her skin, gently and tenderly, as if he didn't almost bruise her hips mere minutes earlier.
"Thank you," she said quietly when he finished, giving him a peck on the cheek. He smiled softly and walked back to the bathroom to get rid of the towel and wash his own face.
Soon they were eating on the bed, again, finally actually watching what Hux had put on. Both of them were happy, intoxicated with each other, exchanging pointed looks every few seconds. That day was a hell of a rollercoaster, full of pleasure, but also some pure feelings... Of something strong swirling between them.
They were just about to finish their food when Armitage's datapad buzzed. He looked at it, and Y/N watched a smirk form on his face.
"Oh, look at them. Seems like they managed to tackle the snowstorm without me." He rolled his eyes and put the datapad away as she giggled.
She loved that man.
For the next week, Y/N was not allowed the luxury of seeing or talking to Hux at all. He was busier than ever, with Starkiller preparing for a next attack and Kylo walking around, huffing and puffing because the scavenger girl he apparently needed so much was nowhere to be found, just like the droid.
Never before had she missed him this much. She could do with anything, just a look, a smile, she didn't even dare wish for a touch. He yearned for her just as much if not more, but was overwhelmed with duties, briefings, reports, and everything else. She got to speak to Kylo more than to her lover, and Ren was not in a particularly good mood, as his search was still failing.
It was a standard, cold evening on Starkiller when Y/N threw herself onto her bed still in her uniform, exhausted after her shift. Changing clothes seemed like too much of a task then, so she just stayed there and picked up her datapad. Oh, laying in Armitage's bed, especially in his arms, would be the perfect cure for this day...
She didn't normally approach him, usually he initiated their meetings because of safety reasons. However... She could send him a message, right? Even if he were busy, he could respond whenever he had the time...
Y/N didn't think about it much. She opened the private channel and sent him one simple message that conveyed everything she was feeling.
I miss you.
She sighed as she saw the message got marked as delivered. What now? He could not respond for hours, if at all. She was already trying to gather some will to go to the bathroom, when suddenly, her datapad buzzed. 
He replied.
Then why don't you come and show me how much you miss me?
Her heart began racing immediately as she sat up on the bed. Energy began flowing through her at once, the tiredness long gone. She typed a reply as quickly as possible.
Where are you?
His reply came just as quickly.
In the briefing room.
She bit her lip. They have never met there before.
Alone?
Again, an immediate reply to her hopeful message.
Alone.
That was all Y/N needed to spring up and start fixing her uniform quickly.
I'll be there.
Since she wasn't on duty anymore, she untied her hair, put on some perfume and generally freshened herself up before leaving her quarters. She kept her uniform on so as not to be too suspicious, very aware of the security cameras that were in the briefing room.
Hux was standing by the long, shiny table of the room with three datapads before him. It seemed like he was watching all of them at the same time, focused, but the moment he heard the door open, he looked up immediately. A smirk formed on his barely lit face as he watched her approach him with a smile of her own.
"What is this non-statutory hairstyle, Lieutenant?" he asked, earning just a chuckle for her. He enjoyed it and she knew that.
"Long day?" she asked, keeping her hands to herself, even though she would love to just throw herself onto him as soon as possible.
He sighed, the dark circles under his eyes clear even in the dimly lit room.
"Too long." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Too long of a week."
"And you're still busy tonight?"
He sighed again, pointing to the datapads. "As you can see. I wasn't avoiding you, just so you know. All the things you ordered came to my quarters as well. It is just I barely had time to..."
"You know you don't have to explain that to me," she cut him off, smiling at him sweetly which he did not expect. "I don't blame you. I know how much you work... Can I help you in any way?"
His heart began beating faster. Even though it's been a while since their relationship started, it was still difficult for him to understand 
He lifted just a corner of his mouth, leaning in slowly. "A kiss would be a good start."
"But the cameras?" she leaned back before he could touch her, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, Y/N." He gave her a smouldering look, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her towards himself. "Are you forgetting who I am? Maybe I need to give you a little reminder."
"What?"
Hux smiled triumphantly, seemingly satisfied with her reaction, then pressed a button underneath the table that locked the door.
"The cameras are long off. I do know how to prepare for you, love."
Shivers went down her spine as he said that. Oh, how she missed that feeling of his hands on her, and when he caressed her lower back with his gloved hands, it quickly gave her that pleasurable sensation she had been missing.
He placed a kiss on her lips, a sweet one, one that made them both crave for more the moment they parted. Who knew one kiss could work such wonders?
"I missed you," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. "You and your insufferableness. If it weren't for Ren's tantrums, I would have more time."
Y/N chuckled, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Aw, my poor little thing... You're like a parent with a rebellious teenager, hm?"
"What did you just call me?" he replied huskily, and she could see something switch in his eyes. "Oh, you're really asking for a reminder, Lieutenant."
Something about the way he said it made her knees weaker. She felt him slowly push onto her until her back hit the table, and then he kissed her passionately. His large hand began roaming 
over her chest almost as if he wanted to rip her uniform apart.
"Is my uniform non-statutory, General?" she asked while she watched him look her up and down hungrily. She was happy to know his desire for her never died down, and he could read all of his intentions just from these moves.
He looked into her eyes, allowing all the yearning he had during the week to turn into lust. 
"I will check. Thoroughly," he replied in such a tone that her skin got covered in goosebumps. "And punish you accordingly."
He unbuckled the belt on her waist, put it aside, then unbuttoned her shirt as quickly as possible and proceeded to put the material parts aside as if opening a curtain in a theatre. He revealed a black bra, one that lifted itself a little, uncovering a bit of her underboob, and it drove him crazy.
He lowered his head to place a kiss on the delicate skin between her breasts.
"For an insufferable lieutenant... You're exceptionally beautiful," he whispered, causing warmth to spread through her entire body. He knew just the right words to say.
"Thank you..."
"Thank you, General," he corrected her. "You need a good reminder of who I am."
He sent her one last short look before taking a step back to grab her hips and pull her pants down. Then, he kneeled down on the floor as his hand landed between her legs, pulling a loud sigh out of her. He began rubbing her through the thin material of her panties, kissing her inner thigh in the meantime.
She almost wasn't able to think at that moment; she missed that so much she almost forgot how strong were the emotions he could make her experience with the slightest touch. With every move and kiss, she felt like the yearning, the exhaustion, the stress of her duties disappear.
"Now, we can't be making any mess here... So you'd better hold still."
She swallowed, then let out a gasp as his movements became more rapid along with her breathing. Her body was reacting more and more intensely to his actions, and the fact that they were in the briefing room only added to the thrill. She knew the door was locked and no one would dare interrupt the General, yet had the unexplainable fear that someone may barge in and see her spread out on the table at any moment.
Hux noticed the wetness on his glove, and a smirk found its way to his face.
"Let's see... How long you can last without making a mess?" he whispered, then used one of his fingers to pull the material of her panties aside.
She saw his face for a split second before his mouth met with her hot skin. Her moan echoed against the walls so loudly that for a moment she worried someone might have heard her. However, the table and chairs of the briefing room were the only witnesses of Hux's mouth and tongue made her unable to think about anything else.
She saw him throw one of his gloves to the floor, then grabbed the rim of the table as he slid one finger inside her. He didn't give her much time before adding a second one, his mouth not leaving her clit for a second.
Her breathing got shallow. Her hand found his hair and tugged on it, pulling his face even closer as she buckled her hips to help herself. Seeing how much she enjoyed it, Hux added a third finger, sending her over the edge immediately. At that moment, she was not sure whether she was about to experience an orgasm or a heart attack.
But it was the former that washed over her, so intense she needed a moment to catch her breath again. Hux picked up his glove, then stood up quickly, rubbing his lip as he watched the picture before him with satisfaction.
"Now," he put his hand under her chin and made her look at him, "who made you feel this good?"
"You," she panted in response, but he was not happy with it.
"My rank."
"General."
He raised his eyebrows, as if prompting her to continue.
"General Armitage Hux of the First Order."
"Good girl." He smiled, then glanced at the table. "And look at you, you didn't even stain the tabletop."
"And here I thought," she said between pants, jumping off the table to put her pants back on, "you were tired."
"I'm never too tired for this," he replied quickly, putting his glove back on swiftly.
"I'm guessing you're expecting me to pay you back?" She began buttoning up her shirt again, as he looked back at his datapads like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.
"I will gladly be paid back, but not now. Not today, even. I still have much to do," he explained, indicating the datapads. That was not the answer she expected, and she felt a knot form in her stomach. When he was back in the light of the screens, his dark circles became evident again.
"Did you even eat anything today?" she asked worriedly, although a small smile sneaked onto her face for a second. "Except for me, that is."
"Today? No."
She gave him a stern stare, putting her hands on her hips like a disappointed mother. "Armitage."
He looked up to see her stance and let out a sigh. "Y/N, I don't have time for this."
"You had a good amount of time to eat me out just now, you have time for food, too."
"That's different."
"Stars, you're unbelievable." She put her hand on her forehead. "I'm starting to understand Kylo, you know?"
Hux gave her a glare, but didn't say anything. He knew she was partially right, and her care for him was still something that surprised him greatly. 
Never before had anyone cared for his well-being.
"Listen," she said sternly, "you can be the damn emperor, Armitage, I don't care. I will stuff that food into you if I have to."
He sighed. Arguing with her was pointless, because he knew she would not give up, but he didn't want to let her win, either—even if his stomach had been rumbling for a few hours now.
"Listen, I am going to your quarters and ordering food. You'd better get your ass there in an hour."
He found it hard to hide the smile that her words caused and tried his best to remain cold. "Bold words to your superior."
She crossed her arms, unbothered. "Oh, and what are you going to do? Discharge me?" 
"For disrespecting my rank, breaking into my quarters... Yes, I could do that."
"Breaking?" she laughed loudly. "I know the password, General." She put his hand on his forehead, fixing his ever-so-perfect hair affectionately.
Even Hux couldn't help a chuckle this time. He brought her closer and held her just for a moment, taking deep breaths. Having her this close, with her nuzzling his neck, was better of a cure to his stress and troubles than any food or sleep might have provided. That warmth, her witty comebacks and just the fact she really cared... He had never felt like this, and stars, he didn't want that feeling to disappear.
"Thank you," he whispered eventually, placing an affectionate kiss on her head. "I've told you that a lot, but remember, you really are my cure."
She just kept her head on his shoulder, moving to him as close as possible with a sincere smile on her face. She knew she would never grow tired of hearing this.
He kissed her forehead. "I'll try to join you soon... But do be careful when you enter my quarters. Your packages are in your wardrobe."
"Understood, sir," she said quickly and gave him a little salute.
He shook his head, but the corner of his mouth twitched a little as he tried to hide yet another smile. "Hand salutes are not performed if a soldier is not wearing a headdress."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, I believe eating a soldier out on a table doesn't fit the rules, either, yet here we are, General."
He did smile this time.
"Go before I change my mind," he said quietly, clicking a button to unlock the door.
She decided to give him one last quick—and risky—kiss, then walked towards the door as if treading on clouds.
"Love you," she said with a soft smile, turning to him one last time before the door slid open and she quickly disappeared behind a turn of the corridor.
Hux stared at the spot where she disappeared for a long moment, unable to ignore that warm, pleasant feeling in his heart she had caused with just these two words.
"So do I," he whispered, for the first time admitting it out loud even to himself.
As much as Hux wanted to find himself back in his quarters, his duties were still haunting him. He went there much later than he expected, still not having finished everything he wanted.
Y/N must have been waiting for him for too long. He did feel bad about it, but at the same time hoped she understood some things just couldn't be changed, no matter how much he cared for her.
The door to his bedroom slid open, and his heart broke just a little at the view.
The room was dark, just barely lit by the blueish glow coming from the holotable. Something was playing on it, but the remote was all forgotten next to the bed. The packages he ordered for Y/N had been taken out of the wardrobe, but remained unopened. On his bedside table, there was a tray with food—and Tarine tea.
Finally, Y/N herself was fast asleep in his bed. The sheets next to her were moved aside, as if waiting for him to slide in. She prepared all of this. She waited.
And he didn't come.
Hux let out a sigh. It was new to him, the fear of disappointing someone. Most of his life, he was his own most strict judge. But now he had Y/N—someone he didn't want to disappoint, someone whose opinion really mattered to him, and he was still learning how to tackle all of this.
He grabbed the remote and turned the holotable off, then went straight to the bathroom. He didn't plan on waking her up; he was exhausted, and she deserved sleep, too.
Hux was too tired to even try eating. He took a sip of the already cold tea, then slowly settled himself in the bed so as not to wake her. Once he covered himself with the sheets, he let out a long sigh, as if trying to breathe out all of his stress and exhaustion. He placed a small, innocent kiss on Y/N's head to tell her the 'good night' she didn't get, and before he knew it, fell asleep with one of his arms around her.
Hux was not expecting to be woken up by a kiss on his forehead, but that was exactly what made him open his eyes. For a moment, he wasn't sure whether Y/N's smiling face before him was real or still a dream.
"Good morning, very scary general..." she whispered, running her hand through his hair affectionately and giggling. At that moment, he was harmless, with his sleepy eyes, messy hair and a soft smile he didn't even try to hide this time. Still half asleep, for a moment he forgot the load of work awaiting him that day...
"A good morning indeed," he replied huskily, then brought her closer in a tight embrace and placed a kiss on her head. "Judging by your smile, you're not mad at me."
She backed away from the hug a little to see his face, then watched him in confusion. "Why would I be?"
"Because you prepared everything last night and I came la..."
"Armitage, it's not my first day here," she cut him off and cupped his face to make him look at her. "I know how busy you are. It's all fine, I promise. I'm glad you got any sleep at all, but I was 
worried you may oversleep."
He sighed as he turned his head towards his bedside table. He was grateful she woke him up; even if his body was desperately calling for more rest, it was just the time for him to get up. Then he turned back towards her and his expression softened, still feeling an ounce of guilt because of the last evening.
"Do you want to be off duty today?"
"Only if you are."
He shook his head. "I can't. I have so much to take care of I don't even know where to start."
"Then I don't want to. At least time will pass quickly while I'll be working. But speaking of working, you," "are overworking yourself, Armitage."
"I'm the General, it's my duty and..."
"Oh, come on," she rolled her eyes, "you can sell the military bullshit to Kylo or Snoke, not me. You know what I mean. I worry about you. I wish you took more breaks, or at least remembered to eat... You being exhausted won't make you any more efficient and you know that."
Hux watched her all this time with sincere shock on his face. The fact that she was so understanding and so caring, doing something no one in his life had ever been able to show him, was making him feel like he didn't deserve even an ounce of her kindness.
"I still find it hard to believe you care for me this much," he said quietly, and she just sighed in response before hugging him tightly once more. That embrace expressed more than words could ever tell him. They stayed like this for a moment, bathing in pure bliss, before Hux moved to look at her face again.
"Why didn't you open your packages?"
"I wanted to open them with you."
"I am sorry," he replied with yet another sigh. "See, that's why I didn't invite you this week. I wouldn't have found the time to..."
"Hey, I told you it's fine. Just sleeping with you is enough for me," she cut him off again.
These words made him smirk immediately.
"Sleeping with me, hm?"
She groaned in response.
"Sleeping. As in closing one's eyes and snoring, you rascal." She smacked his arm lightly, making him chuckle.
"And here I thought you liked more than that."
Hux earned himself another smack on the arm for that response. He chuckled again, and soon, Y/N was not even pretending to be mad anymore. 
She snuggled into his chest, knowing the last calm moments of that morning were about to pass by.
"I'll come tonight too, okay?"
He looked at her apologetically. "I don't know when I'll finish."
"It's okay. We'll open the packages together and..."
A loud buzz from Hux's datapad pierced the air, making both of them sigh in frustration.
"There we go," he said with evident irritation, but still reached for his datapad quickly and answered the call. "What is it?"
"General, an informator of ours had just spotted the droid we had been looking for on Takodana."
"Send our squads there immediately and inform Ren. We can't allow a failure this time. And keep on updating me."
"Understood, sir."
He finished the call, and Y/N let out a giggle she had been stifling.
"Inform Ren? It's almost like you're developing a soft spot for him." She poked him in the chest playfully, getting a glare in response.
Finally, Hux got up from the bed and stretched his arms, as if physically preparing himself for the task ahead.
"Well, then. Do any insufferable lieutenants happen to want to assist me during this very important operation?"
Y/N grinned.
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After the Storm
Summary: An emergency crash landing on an isolated island on an alien planet leaves Hux, and a rebel spy stranded and trying to reach an emergency beacon before the local flora and fauna kill them. Hux/OFC.  
Is it really fanfiction without a sex pollen story? No! Of course not! You’re not here for intense character development or an intricate plot! This is a slightly unconventional sex pollen story so enjoy because we all know you’re here for smut and I will supply so here it is! Don’t ask me what Hux and a rebel spy are doing on a shuttle, I don’t know and I don’t care I’m just here for smut. He just is. If Disney doesn’t have to justify their shitty fanfiction then neither do I. If you’ve ever seen Six Days Seven Nights that’s what I’m loosely basing this off of. This is a fun little sexy story that exists in the world of the story I am currently writing that explains my OC, Sola Vex a little better. If you’d like to read it, it's called Armitage and it’ll be on my profile and my Tumblr, keep an eye out for it as I will be posting it very soon, it’s a long one!
This was supposed to be a one shot, I swear. Now its a two shot.
Final note; Quick note on my OC; Sola Vex, I’m not great at describing voices or personalities so if you’re looking for the feel of this character I’m going for a Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss Everdeen in terms of voice and personality.
“We’re going down!”
The small Taylander hurtled through the turbulent sky with such ferocity that it more closely resembled a falling star rather than something capable of flight. Battling against the raging electrical storm that crackled with bolts of lightning, Hux's hands clenched tightly around the controls as he fought to maintain course. His panicked gaze fixed on the flickering instrument panels before him. Red flashing lights indicated systems were failing and the shuttle was going down. The hull trembled and the metal groaned and strained under the onslaught of the tempest, buffeted by fierce winds that threatened to send them into a fatal nosedive. As lightning arched across the sky, illuminating the cockpit, Hux's face was etched with determination and a hint of fear, as was his passenger. Sola’s normally cool cerulean eyes were colored with terror as she gripped the armrests of her seat. His sharp eyes darted between the faltering control panel and the glimpses of land below, trying to find where they could make an emergency landing. Warning alarms blared through the cockpit, their shrill cries filling the air as the emergency lights continued to flicker, casting an ominous glow. The storm's relentless assault eased somewhat as their steep descent approached, and the shuttle jolted violently, causing Hux to brace himself against the shaking controls.
With each passing moment, the shuttle's descent grew more erratic, unsecured contents were tossed around and made for small and hazardous projectiles. Hux's heart pounded in his chest, his mind raced, desperately searching through the torrential rain and haze, he spotted small masses of land below, it would be a close call.
He grit his teeth through the sharp and sudden throbbing on his temple indicating one of those projectiles had struck him. The shuttle's battered frame continued to protest under the strain, but Hux refused to surrender, his knuckles turning white with the strain. He didn’t survive two attempted executions, just to die in a damned shuttle crash.
With adrenaline coursing through his veins and utilizing every ounce of strength he could muster, he maneuvered the shuttle towards the closest landmass. His skilled piloting barely keeping them from plummeting into the churning sea below. There was a split second of silence before impact and the shuttle collided with the ground in a violent crash, sending tremors throughout the vessel. The sound of metal twisting and shearing off as impact crushed the shuttle and tossed it like a toy. The force of collision rattled Hux against his seat, leaving him dazed and battered.
Safety harnesses were the only thing that kept the occupants from flying across the cockpit and splattering into wet sacks of meat. The screeching sound of the engines whining and being ripped apart eventually faded as the shuttle came to a slow stop.
He and Sola remained strapped securely in their seats, very much alive although bloody and injured. Initially, blurry vision struggled to bring the present into a painful focus, everything was bathed in red and orange lights as sensors and alarms sounded multiple failures. With the wind knocked out of him he fought against the harness, sputtering and coughing. The tang of blood accompanied by pain radiating through every muscle all the way to his bones. 
The emergency release for the harness was jammed and wouldn’t give way, but the survival knife stashed in his boot easily cut through the thick straps. The cooling trickle of blood dripping down the side of his face informed him that the projectile that had struck him earlier broke skin, aside from the throbbing pain in his head he didn’t feel that much due to shock. But shock would eventually wear off, then everything would hurt. Disoriented, Hux struggled to regain his bearings. The cockpit was filled with the acrid scent of smoke and burnt plastic, the silence that followed the chaos was interrupted only by the pattering of rain against the damaged hull. He felt ice in his blood as he looked over at Sola, unconscious in her seat, head lolled forward like an unresponsive doll, the impact of the crash having taken its toll.
He staggered towards Sola, his hand reached out to check her pulse. Relief washed over him as he felt the faint throb beneath his fingers, assuring him that she still clung to life. Her harness too was jammed and unable to disengage. Carefully, he cut the harness, and gathered her up in his arms. He headed to the back of the shuttle where he deposited her onto the floor. Flashes of his academy training surged through his mind. He wasn’t a medic but he did receive basic training, he struggled to remember the Primary Survey. A quick glance around saw there was no immediate danger, no fire, no free electric currents, just a damaged and somewhat quiet shuttle.
"Sola," He called to her but she was unresponsive, his voice gradually grew louder and more urgent “Sola, come on, open your eyes.” Tilting her head back so her airway was clear and that faint flicker of a pulse brought him some relief and had grown a little stronger. After an excruciatingly long moment, Sola's eyes slowly opened, her vision hazy at best, as her surroundings gradually came into focus. She saw Hux's face hovering above hers.
Confusion clouded her mind, and her voice came out in a weak whisper. "... Are we dead?"
Hux's gaze softened as he met her bewildered eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "No, Sola, we're not dead," he reassured her, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and a hint of amusement. He looked her over, turning her head from side to side checking for any signs of injury or severe bleeding and was relieved to see only superficial injuries.
“What happened?”
“We crashed. We’re alive. That’s the extent of my knowledge.” He answered as Sola attempted to sit up, testing her body's response and sharp ache shot through her, causing her to grimace. Hux knelt beside her, his voice giving away the depth of his concern. “Slowly.” He chided as he helped her to her feet, he pulled her up placing one of her arms around his neck and one of his arms around her waist, her steps were uneven and a bit off center. "Come on, we have to assess our situation," he said, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. 
She nodded, her expression serious yet determined. He steadied himself as he rose and walked with Sola to the shuttle hatch. It groaned and resisted Hux’s attempts to force it to open, but after a moment and some strong shouldering it gave way and the two made it outside. 
The beach was rocky with gray sand and the smell of sulfur permeated the air, which suggested a volcanic presence. A path of destruction along the beach was what remained of their landing and the shuttle looked truly awful. Broken pieces of their once airborne shuttle littered the beach, leaving both in awe of their survival. 
"Nice landing," she remarked, a touch of irony in her voice. 
Rain was falling but it wasn’t the violent maelstrom they had crashed in. Looking upwards they could see the sky was cloudy and dark, and rumbles of thunder echoed for miles. The darkness was occasionally lit up by blue flashes of lightning every few seconds, leaving no room for doubt their landing had been nothing short of a miracle.
Sola glanced around, raindrops cascading down her face, and furrowed her brow. "Any idea where we are?" 
Hux shook his head, rainwater running through his hair. "I don't have an exact location, but it doesn't seem to be a grave. And for now, that's good enough," he admitted with a note of optimism lacing his words. 
Hux’s optimism could best be summed up as a ‘Well, we didn’t die’ type. They carefully surveyed the wreckage of the shuttle, their expressions growing grim as they realized the extent of the damage. As if sensing their hope a spray of sparks flew from the destroyed engines, and the chances of repairing the vessel seemed slim to none.
“Kriff.” 
Hux didn’t need a damage report to tell him what they both knew and that the only way their shuttle would ever fly again was if it was melted down into a new one.
“I’m no engineer, but I’d say it's not supposed to do that.” Sola’s brand of dry sarcasm was one of the things that made her one of the few people whose company he actively enjoyed.
Hux carded a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. "It's beyond repair," he stated, his voice tinged with disappointment, although he liked her sarcasm, he rarely responded to it. "We won't be flying out of here anytime soon."
Sola’s face contorted as the strong smell emanated from the island. “What's that smell? Smells like sulfur.”
Hux released his grip on Sola, now stable enough to stand on her own, picking up a handful of sand, smelling it quickly, “That's because it is sulfur, this island must be volcanically active.”
Sola nodded, her gaze sweeping over the scattered debris that marked their turbulent crash landing. The air hung heavy around them, thick with humidity that clung to their clothes and skin. The sound of crashing waves reverberated through the stormy seas offshore, amplifying the sense of isolation on the rocky beach.
"Well, this is... nice," Sola remarked. In the face of adversity, there was always room for dry humor in a humorless situation. 
Hux's eyes scanned the dense jungle that loomed nearby, its vibrant green foliage seemingly untouched by the crash. He looked at the small hikable mountains in the distance, their plateau’s not tall enough that it would be a difficult ascent. "Those mountains over there," he added, "They might offer a vantage point for us to survey the area and plan our next move." They exchanged a glance of uncertainty and resilience. "Come on, let's get back under cover," he said as they retreated back to the shuttle. They walked side by side in silence. Both lost in thought about how this was supposed to be a simple mission, but something always went wrong. As they reached the shuttle, Hux assessed the damage one more time, he said with a sigh. "We'll have to find another way off this rock."
"Any idea on that?" She hoped Hux had a plan because she didn’t. Their circumstances most certainly fell within his wheel well of expertise. Sola was a spy, and a survivor, inside an urban environment she could make her way, but she didn’t know the first thing about what to do in a situation like this. She hoped Hux’s military training afforded him more clarity. 
Her questions didn’t bother him, at least she didn’t ask dumb ones and if she did, she dressed them in the appropriate amount of sarcasm. "For now, we need to collect as much data as we can.” Hux and Sola sat inside the damaged shuttle, surrounded by scattered components and remnants of the wreck. “I’m going to try and triangulate our position, see if you can access the holonet. If not, use the bioscanner and see what we can learn about the local flora and fauna, we need to know what we’re up against.” Sola nodded and the two set to work, each focused on their respective tasks.
Hux rummaged through the cargo, salvaging whatever equipment and instruments he could find. With a determined expression, he tinkered with the broken communication console, trying to establish a connection, even a faint one. His hands moved swiftly and with purpose despite cracked and bleeding knuckles, but frustration flickered across his face as his attempts yielded no significant results.
Meanwhile, Sola sat before the computer's mainframe, her eyes intently scanning the data displayed on the damaged screen. She too hadn’t seen much success being unable to reach the wider holonet but she had been able to link up the bioscanner and access the topographical information stored in the system from before the shuttle was hit by the electrical storm. Her brows furrowed as she read about the flora and fauna, noting the dangers and unique properties of the island's plant life.
The silence between them was punctuated only by the soft clinks and hums of their makeshift work and the soft sound of rain against the hull. 
"Oh, this just gets better and better," Sola deadpanned, her voice heavy, yet detached breaking the silence that had enveloped them; frustration evident in the way she ran a hand through her auburn hair, tugging at the strands. "You go first." 
Hux took a deep breath before relaying the information. "The navigation and communication systems are shot, but I managed to piece together our last pinpointed location," he explained. "I have a rough guess on our current position, seems we’re on a volcanic archipelago but we may be in luck.”
“How so?”
“From what I can tell, there are a dozen small islands within a thousand kilometers but only one has what we need.” Sola waited for the grand reveal, “If I'm right, this island has a weather station atop one of the mountains used to track electrical storms like the one we passed through.”
“Is there a com system?”
“Possibly but doubtful, weather stations are typically for remote monitoring only. However, if it's there we can shut down the station, technicians would usually arrive to repair it but we can probably hijack the signal beacon and attune it to the rebel frequency codes getting a message to the right people and that's our exit strategy.” Hux paused and rubbed his face, “I assume you are familiar with the Rebellion's distress frequency codes?” Sola nodded, reaching into her pocket and producing a data stick. She handed it to Hux and he nodded. He concluded his show and tell, "Your turn," She let out a small fake chuckle. "I'm not going to like this, am I?" he asked, a slight nervousness creeping into his voice.
Sola shook her head, her expression amusingly macabre. "No, definitely not," punctuated with a nervous laugh. "This island is 'interesting'," 
Hux raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as he leaned back against the wall waiting for less than desirable news, he was sure.. "Define interesting.”
"Oh, kriff, oh kriff, we're both gonna die?".
Hux's expression shifted, surprise and worry crossing his features. "What do you mean?" he asked, a sense of urgency creeping into his voice.
"There is no wildlife of any kind anywhere on this island," she explained, her tone grave. "No predators, no insect life, nothing. Because the plant life has completely taken over, dominating the ecosystem. And you were right, this island is volcanic, but there's no indication of any recent activity.” She pulled up a holographic display of the archipelago and pointed out where an ancient volcano collapsed in on itself.
Hux's eyes widened. "So, you're saying the absence of any wildlife is because of the plant life?" 
Sola nodded solemnly. "Exactly. These plants seem to have evolved in a way that eliminates any potential threats to their dominance. It's a delicate balance, but we're completely alone out here.” Silence fell between them as they absorbed the gravity of Sola's findings. The absence of any signs of life, combined with the dangerous nature of the plant life, adding another layer of uncertainty and danger to their already precarious situation. "And, it gets worse," Sola said, her voice filled with resignation befitting their situation.
Hux's brow furrows, his patience wearing thin. "How could it possibly get worse?" 
Sola took a deep breath, bracing herself to share the unsettling truth. "The defenses of the plant life.”
Hux's eyes widened. "The plant life has defenses? What kind of defenses?" 
Sola continued, her voice measured. "Some of these plants have evolved intricate mechanisms to protect themselves. But the biggest concerns are:'' She held out a finger for each item she listed off “The I Vino Posy, a plant that shoots poisonous barbs, capable of incapacitating or even killing any creature that comes too close, it’s triggered by sudden motion. The Pal Vents Fury, a carnivorous plant, catches prey with their barbed whips, triggered by motion. And lastly, and this one is my favorite,” her tone dripping in sarcasm. “The Pax Reaver, it’s a bloom that emits bursts of pheromone dust, heightening the victim's two basic needs: aggression and sexual apetency. Also triggered by motion."
"What?" Hux responded, blinking several times, his voice thick with disbelief. He rubbed his face and leaned his head against the shuttle wall, weariness evident in his voice. "Are you saying there is plant life on this miserable pile of rocks that can poison us, devour us, or reduce us to mindless beasts susceptible to our most basic urges?" His tone was flat, as if he couldn’t quite fathom the extent of the dangers they faced.
"That's putting it mildly." A holographic display cycled through the three plants, simulating their defenses.
Hux let out a frustrated sigh. His expression matched his dry tone as he summed up their predicament. "Well, it seems like the universe has a twisted sense of humor," he remarked, his voice devoid of any hopeful undertones. "Our shuttle is wrecked, the island is filled with deadly plants, and we're stranded in the middle of nowhere with no way to communicate. That is brilliant."
"Yeah, it would be funny if it was happening to someone else."
"Who needs a luxurious vacation when you can crash-land on an island of peril and have deadly vegetation as your company?" Hux paused, tossing a tool across the shuttle it clanked loudly. Then posed a question he wasn’t sure how to phrase without sounding like he was deeply interested in the answer, “What are the symptoms of the Pax Reaver?”
Sola paused and looked over to him with an incredulous look before answering him, “I can’t really describe in any way other than deeply graphic.” Hux nodded, “There isn’t a lot of information regarding the symptoms as most of its victims don’t survive the ordeal.” Hux shot her a look of morbid curiosity. “Some specimens have been collected, reengineered, purified, and made into potent aphrodisiacs but those are purified samples, their effects can last eight to ten hours. It sounds like a case of “fuck until you die” because you fall prey to other predators. And that's only if you don’t have an aggressive reaction, though I think that one's pretty self-explanatory.”
Hux blinked rapidly, his mind moving to what was probably the same conclusion that Sola’s had come to, which was that it would probably be the best fuck of your life but most certainly the last. 
“What about the I Vino Posy? What are the effects?”
Sola checked her information, “Looks like some can be poisonous ranging from paralytics, to hemoglobin coagulants, to nerve damage.” Hux nodded.
“And the Pal Vents Fury?” Sola blew out a breath.
“It has barb covered whips that drag prey to its maw, barbs dig into the skin and pull the prey in, where it is slowly digested by powerful acids that paralyze it and they are very slowly liquified.”
“Sounds about as pleasant as a sarlacc pit.”
“Yeah, only greener.”
“Wait, if there’s no wildlife on the island, how are plants like those capable of surviving?”
“It looks like once all wildlife was extinct everything evolved to get nutrition from the volcanic properties of the island, and they just exist in a sort of stasis. But if something nearby triggers the environment, they wake up. And it would seem that they wake up hungry, which I can relate to.”
They exchanged a glance, their observations on their circumstances serving as a coping mechanism, a way to face the harsh reality with a touch of humor. They may be surrounded by danger, but their matter-of-fact approach kept their spirits from plummeting.
"So," Sola said, her voice dry, "I suppose our itinerary now includes dodging poisonous plants, outsmarting nature's defenses, and somehow finding a way off this island.”
"Brilliant," he quips, embracing the absurdity of their situation. 
"Seems like we've stumbled upon the botanical version of a nightmare." Hux shook his head, a headache already coming on. 
He took a moment to assess their options, his gaze shifting between the unforgiving landscape beyond the shuttle and Sola's expectant eyes. Even if she didn't say it, he knew very well she was relying on him and as a military leader, Hux knew the importance of keeping morale up in dire straits. He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of their grim reality. "Let's see," he began, counting on his fingers as he spoke. "Rest here tonight, salvage whatever supplies we can from the shuttle, head for the beacon tomorrow, shut it down to prevent any further mishaps, and then wait for rescue."
Sola's voice cut through the air, laden with cynicism. “You make it sound so easy.”
“That sounded easy?”
“This is all assuming that we’re even on the right island. We could get to the top of that mountain and if there’s no beacon there, then what?”
Hux gave a half-hearted shrug, his expression tinged with uncertainty. “I don’t know.” Those were Armitage Hux’s least favorite words. Yet in his time with the rebellion he found himself more and more comfortable with saying them as he wasn’t in any sort of leadership role so no one cared about his opinion. "At least there aren’t any sarlacc pits here," he paused. “Are there any sarlacc pits here?”
Sola shook her head, “I don’t think the ecosystem could support them.” 
“Does anything grow here? Anything that we could eat?”
“Nothing I plan on sticking in my mouth.”
As night descended upon them, they rummaged through the limited supplies, gathering what they could to make the night more bearable, their surroundings dimly lit by the faint glow of emergency lights. Sola's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope as she discovered two bio-stabilizer masks among the emergency gear.
"Finally, a little luck," Hux remarked, a hint of relief in his voice. They secured the masks, knowing that they would provide protection against the hazardous spores that fill the island's air.
With the meager provisions in hand, they settled onto the hard, uncomfortable floor, their bodies weary and eager for rest. Both beginning to feel the aches and pains from their ordeal now settling in. The rations  tasted like they were out of date by about ten years and provided little comfort, but they consumed them nonetheless, fueled by the knowledge that sustenance would be instrumental for their survival. 
As exhaustion began to drift over them, Sola kicked off her boots and laid down on the makeshift sleeping pad with an emergency blanket, her head tucked against her folded arms. The sound of rain pattering on the hull made for a soothing backdrop to relax her and the dim light from the flickering emergency panel cast gentle shadows. As she began to relax she felt the warmth of Hux’s presence nearby, she opened her eyes and was a bit surprised to see him as he settled down beside her on his back. His proximity was unexpected yet strangely comforting, within arms reach. The lines of fatigue etched on his face softened in the muted light.
He seemed to sense her questioning gaze without even opening his eyes, his voice a low murmur “What?”
Sola was caught off guard by his awareness, “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”
“Don’t be childish. I don’t bite… often.” 
Hey brows shot up in surprise and intrigue at the implication. “Yeah, but do you stab?”
He chuckled softly, his eyes closing again. “Stabbing is reserved for people I don’t like,” He replied, his voice tinged with humor. “Biting on the other hand, is saved for entirely different occasions and under vastly different circumstances.”
The air held an electric charge, their playful banter carrying a subtle undercurrent of attraction leaving her a bit excited and apprehensive. She was at a loss for words, Hux still keenly aware of her lingering stare softly advised albeit playfully “Go to sleep, Sola. We have a long day ahead.”
“Aye sir.” She retorted her tone carrying a hint of flirtation. Unable to resist, Hux cracked an eye open to see her eyes were now closed and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he drifted off, Conversation faded, replaced by the rhythmic sounds of their shallow breaths. 
In the four months they had been a part of each other's lives, he gained a healthy amount of respect for the way she navigated through the challenges they faced without dwelling on the past. Most of the Rebels hated Hux but Sola didn’t mind him.  She enjoyed pointing out how the rebellion would never have succeeded had it not been for his intelligence. She had never expected to find common ground with a former member of the New Order, but their circumstances had brought them together.. His dry humor and matter-of-fact view on things offered a reprieve from the hopelessness of their situation. She’d often been told that she should look on the positive side of things, to which she would respond ‘Let me know when you find it.’ Despite some of his less than charming attributes and their rocky start, she’d grown somewhat fond of the ginger former general. 
Likewise, Hux found her no-nonsense attitude and unvarnished honesty cut through the complexities of their predicament. It also didn’t hurt that she was one of the few people who didn’t legitimately want him dead, there were far worse people to be stuck on a dangerous island with.
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As dawn broke and the light filtered through the portholes of the shuttle, they cast a gentle glow on Hux and Sola, who had unknowingly gravitated closer to each other during their slumber. Hux woke first, sleepiness falling away gradually as the world around him came into focus. He blinked in surprise as he realized the proximity between them, practically nestled into one another's arms. The warmth radiating from Sola's body and the gentle rise and fall of her breath was oddly enjoyable to watch.
'Well, this is unexpected' 
Hux mused, his mind playing catch-up with the situation. He contemplated whether to move away, to create a more appropriate distance, but something in him resisted the idea. He watched as Sola, still lost in the realm between sleep and wakefulness, unconsciously inched closer to him, seeking his warmth.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Hux's lips, and he wondered if Sola was even aware of her instinctive movements. Sola's limbs stretched out lazily as she finally woke, her fingers brushed against Hux's side in the process. Her eyes fluttered open, momentarily startled by their closeness but she made no move to retract or distance herself. There was a sense of acceptance as if the physical closeness between them was simply a natural extension of their connection. 
'Huh, he has bedhead.'
Hux met Sola's surprised gaze. Neither of them mentioned the sudden closeness, as if it was an unspoken agreement. They shared a brief, subtle smile before Hux finally spoke, his voice slightly laced with playful intrigue.
“Sleep well?” 
Sola's lips curved into a small smile at the normalcy he tried to interject, she glanced at their closeness, she replied, her tone casual and warm. “No complaints.”
He gave her an acknowledging nod, perhaps in agreement that he too had no complaints as to his sleep. 
“We should get going. We have a lot of ground to cover.” 
As they slowly rose, their bodies protesting, her weariness still evident, she clenched her jaw feeling the discomfort in her body before an indiscernible sound escaped her lips, reminding her of the aches and pains that came from their harrowing journey.
“You alright?” 
"I’m as nimble and spry as a jungle cat," she mumbled dryly, masking her unease with nonchalance.
Hux scoffed and rubbed at his neck, turning it slowly, resulting in several loud cracks and an accompanying deep groan of satisfaction. They braced themselves for the challenges that lay ahead. He knew they had to reach the monitoring station, send out the distress signal, and hold on to hope that someone would come to their rescue. The weight of their survival rested on his shoulders, and he drew upon his military training to break down the steps needed to achieve their objective. 
'Focus, Hux. Step by step,' he reminded himself.
They gathered their supplies, dividing them into two packs. Sleeping sacks, a medical kit, rations, water canteens, a torch, a blaster, two survival knives and the vital data stick containing the rebellion's distress codes.
Their bio stabilizer masks were the final piece, their eyes met briefly, and in that fleeting moment, unspoken understanding passed between them. They shared a connection forged through shared danger and vulnerability. Sola's eyes held a flicker of admiration for Hux's strength and resourcefulness, while Hux saw in Sola a fierce determination and resilience. Stepping outside the shuttle, they were instantly met with the oppressive heat and humidity of the jungle. The air was thick and suffocating like a wet blanket, making breathing laborious, and sweat began to bead on their foreheads. The discomfort intensified, serving as a reminder of the harsh reality they faced. 
As they stepped onto the rocky black sand beach, the scorching sun beat down upon them. The coarse grains of sand crunched beneath their boots as they made their way forward sinking slightly, their movements cautious and deliberate. The bio stabilizer masks covering their faces distorted their voices slightly, the sound muffled and mechanical.
They quickly left the shoreline behind, entering the dense jungle that lay ahead. Towering trees stretched towards the sky, their thick foliage creating a natural canopy that shielded them from the sun's direct rays. The air became even more stifling, filled with the earthy scent of damp vegetation and the overwhelming sound of nothing. Hux tried not to focus on the unnatural
silence, in a setting like this was usually an indication of a predator nearby, but then again, wasn’t there? 
Moving through the jungle required precision and care, stepping cautiously to avoid producing too much noise or any unnecessary distrubances. Every step had to be calculated, avoiding treacherous roots and hidden obstacles that lay hidden beneath the thick layer of moss and leaves. Hux took the lead, his eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for signs of danger. The bio stabilizer mask displayed a constant readout of the temperature, reminding them that it was a sweltering 30 degrees Celsius. Beads of sweat dripped down their faces, mingling with the moisture collected on their masks.
The jungle seemed alive, its flora teeming with vibrant colors and intricate designs. But amidst the beauty, danger lurked. Hux and Sola had to remain vigilant, for hidden among the lush greenery were plants with dangerous defenses. The masks provided some protection, filtering the air and warning them of any potential hazardous particles in their surroundings.
Their communication was hindered by the masks, their voices distorted and distant. They relied on subtle gestures and hand signals to convey their intentions and navigate the perilous terrain. Each movement was deliberate, every decision weighed against the risks and dangers that surrounded them.
The humidity clung to their bodies, their clothes stuck to their skin, the fabric heavy and uncomfortable. The jungle challenged them at every turn, testing their endurance and resilience. 
Anticipation hung thick in the air, and there was the sense of being watched by unseen eyes. As they moved on, Hux and Sola emerged from the dense undergrowth into a small clearing as though all play life within it bowed to a superior form, the sudden openness allowed a sliver of sunlight to filter through the thick foliage. Sola's hand shot out to grab Hux's arm as her keen eyes caught sight of a peculiar plant standing tall just inside of the clearing. Its large, tropical leaves unfurled like a crown, showcasing a mesmerizing array of vibrant colors that seemed to beckon them closer.
Their gazes fixed upon its stunning blossom. The petals, resembling delicate lilies, faced upwards, reaching for the sparse sunlight that managed to penetrate the dense canopy above. 
Sola retrieved a small data pad from her pack, her nimble fingers swiftly confirming the plant's identity. The screen displayed information about the pax reaver. They watched the plant in silence, observing its beauty with both fascination and trepidation.
Curiosity stirred within Hux, and he reached down to pick up a small rock, his movements cautious. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the rock near the plant, then instinctively ducked down, seeking shelter behind a fern, placing an arm about Sola instinctively. The plant responded immediately, triggered by the disturbance, and a cascade of brightly colored spores erupted from its blossoms, descending slowly like ethereal red snowflakes.
They watched in awe, the captivating dance of the spores weaving an enchanting display against the backdrop of the jungle. It was a breathtaking sight, a moment of beauty amidst the lurking danger that the pax reaver represented.
"It's almost beautiful," Sola murmured, her voice barely audible beneath the filters of her mask. Acknowledging the plant's allure while recognizing the peril that lay beneath its alluring facade.
Hux nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on the delicate spores drifting through the air. It was a reminder of the delicate balance between beauty and danger that existed in this untamed realm. They knew they had to tread carefully, for even amidst the splendor of the jungle, unseen threats lurked, ready to ensnare the unwary.
They silently retreated from the clearing, leaving behind the mesmerizing spectacle of the pax reaver. Their journey continued, fueled by a newfound respect for the hidden perils that lay in wait.
The monotonous trek continued as they navigated through the jungle, with little variation in the landscape.
Sola broke the monotony first, her voice muffled by the mask. "You know, Hux, I've had better hiking trips. I must say, the lack of scenic views and lack of wildlife is a bit disappointing."
"Oh, I apologize for not providing you with a five-star tropical paradise. I'll make sure to leave a scathing review for this island." He smirked as Sola chuckled at his joke. He didn’t make anyone else laugh, just Sola.
Their banter served as a temporary distraction from the physical and mental exhaustion they both felt. Step after step, they pushed forward. By Hux’s best guess, they had a day and a half to two days journey to make, but with the added burden of having to move and cause as little disruption to the environment as possible he realized that it could take as many as three to four days.
It was dusk when they located a water source, Hux motioned for them to stop, signaling the end of their journey for the day. They went about setting up camp, their movements efficient and practiced. With the emergency shelter tent secured, they sought refuge inside, their tired bodies yearning for rest. Taking off their bio stabilizer masks, they released deep breaths of relief, savoring the fresh air that filled their lungs.
Hux sat down on the ground, a tired yet content expression on his face as he relished the feeling of freedom from the confining equipment. As Sola joined him, he couldn't help but notice the slight amusement in her eyes, feeling the weight of the day slowly dissipating as she sat on the tent's floor, wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand
“And here I thought my days of hiking and roughing it in extreme temperatures were a thing of the past." Hux mused as he rubbed his face. Sola smirked, casting a playful glance in his direction. “Something funny?”
“It's hard to imagine you 'roughing it,' You seem to enjoy the niceties of the high life."
Hux's tone took on a facetious note and he rolled his eyes as he responded, "Hate to shatter the illusion, but I wasn't always a dashing general who basked in the lap of luxury. There was a time when I slogged through the mud, endured the relentless rain, and the scorching heat, just like any other cadet."
Sola's eyes danced with curiosity, her interest piqued. "Really?” 
Hux didn’t talk about himself, ever, his smirk faded, replaced by a more solemn expression. 
"Believe it or not, Sola, I earned my keep. I did indeed rough it for many years. Contrary to what most people think, my rise in the ranks had nothing to do with my father's influence. In fact, he did little more than hinder me and provide me with possibly even more setbacks for his amusement. I fought my way to the top."
Sola detected the bitterness in his voice, “So, father of the year?” Hux responded with a resounding ‘Ha!’ and he fell silent once more. She decided to change the subject slightly, wanting to keep the conversation light-hearted. "So, 'Cadet' Hux? What was he like?".
Hux blew out a breath, his voice tinged with frustration and what sounded like remorse. "He was a damned fool. Weak, scrawny, naive, and quite a bit shorter. As thin as a slip of paper and just as useless" There was a harshness in his own words in how he spoke about himself like they weren’t his own thoughts but someone else’s words that had been ingrained into him. 
"Yeah, but I bet he was pretty cute."
'Did she just call me cute? What is she playing at?'
Hux raised an eyebrow and a flicker of surprise flashed across Hux's face before he swiftly regained his composure. A hint of amusement broke through his facade, and he felt a mix of nostalgia. Hux leaned back slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he met Sola's gaze.
"Well, I must say, your taste in men is truly abhorrent," 
She could tell Hux held a low opinion of himself, she’d seen that type of insecurity a thousand times. It was one of the oldest defense mechanisms in the book, fortunately Sola wasn’t one to be easily deterred.
“Well, you grew up,” She cast a lingering and appreciative glance over his lean and muscular frame. “you filled out.”
Deep down, however, his mind churned with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The familiarity they had developed, the shared experiences, and now this playful banter—they all created a magnetic pull, an undeniable connection that defied the dangerous circumstances they found themselves in. 
Hux's eyes lingered on Sola, taking in her alluring presence, the way she carried herself with confidence. He found himself drawn to her, not just for her physical beauty but also for the strength and loyalty she embodied. Though he had been raised to believe that vulnerability was a weakness, in this moment, he found a strange comfort in letting his guard down, even if just a little.
'What are you doing here, Hux? This isn't the time or the place for such distractions...'
Despite the compliment, which he was grateful for, his demeanor suggested he was growing weary of the subject, so she dropped it. Sola pulled her hair loose from the ponytail she’d worn it in all day and groaned in relief as her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, and her fingers raked over her scalp providing much needed relief. A stillness fell over the two of them as she sat down to eat their rations, their tired bodies seeking respite and food. Sola opened a small pack, retrieving the compacted food and water pouches. She passed one to Hux and kept one for herself, their hands briefly brushing in the exchange. 
The aroma of dehydrated provisions wafted through the air, and while they were lacking the appetizing quality of a freshly cooked meal, they served their purpose nonetheless. Sola was right about one thing, Hux indeed missed the nicer luxuries he had enjoyed, particularly the food. Even the food at the academy wasn’t this bland, but he’d most certainly eaten worse.
Hux's gaze wandered toward the entrance of the tent, where glimpses of the fading daylight illuminated the surrounding foliage in a muted green glow. He turned his attention back to Sola, a weariness etched across his features. Sola took a sip from her water pouch, quenching her parched throat before breaking the silence. 
"How far do you think we've gone today?"
Hux paused for a moment, mentally retracing their arduous journey through the dense jungle. "Maybe around ten kilometers," he replied, his tone measured. "But we could still have between fifteen and twenty more to go, depending on what type of terrain awaits us."
Sola nodded, a faint sigh escaping her lips. The weight of the remaining distance hung in the air, a reminder of the arduous path that lay ahead.
“We’ll make it, Sola.” Hux reassured her. She wasn’t really prepared for the comforting reassurance, but glad to know Hux had faith in them.
They ate in silence for a while, the simple act of nourishment grounding them amidst the uncertainty of their surroundings. The mild tasting food filled their empty stomachs, providing a small measure of energy to replenish their weary bodies.
As they finished their rations, Sola leaned forward, her head in her hands rubbing at the junction where her neck met her shoulder, grimacing as she massaged the spot. The dim light filtered through the fabric, casting soft shadows across their worn-out forms. 
“You alright?” 
Sola nodded. The crash had taken its toll on both of them, leaving aches and pains as souvenirs of their ordeal. Sola let out a tired sigh. The physical strain was beginning to wear on her, and the desire for some relief was evident in her eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need a shower hot enough to seep into my bones.”
Hux furrowed his brow, genuine curiosity adorning his features, he leaned back on his elbows. "That's always puzzled me, Sola. Why do you women prefer scalding hot showers when cooler ones are so much more refreshing?"
Sola shook her head, a playful chuckle escaped her lips and she looked at him with sympathy as though she were about to explain something to an idiot. "Hux, you're allowed to have an opinion on many things, but the ideal temperature for a shower is not one of them. Your preference, cyar’ika, is simply wrong."
'Allowed my opinions but wrong…? Wait. What did she call me?'
The words resonated within Hux's mind, stirring a mix of amusement and curiosity. Sola's straightforwardness was refreshing. Then there was the way she called him "cyar'ika," a Mandalorian endearment reserved for lovers, added a layer of intrigue and flirtation to their exchange.
He observed her body language, noticing the slight tilt of her head, the playful glint in her eyes, and the way her lips curved into a teasing smile. There was a sense of confidence and ease in her posture, as though she reveled in their banter. Hux found himself captivated by her presence, eager to engage further in their playful verbal sparring.
"Hmm… So I’m mistaken, am I? Please, enlighten me, do women enjoy that sort of pain?"
"Hux, women are made of pain," she said, her voice laced with humor amid a deadpan expression. "It's in our very nature. Fact is most women exist at a baseline on a seven and a half on a ten scale most of the time, all thanks to our basic human anatomy. And there really isn’t much we can do about it but since it's not socially acceptable to bite the head off of one's mate when we're finished with them, we stand in the fire and watch you squirm."
Hux was clearly taken aback by her response; he had perhaps been expecting a much simpler explanation.  His mouth slightly agape as he searched for words but he ultimately found none. He decided no response was an acceptable one.
'Women are insane…'
“We should get some rest,” Hux finally said, changing the subject.
The fatigue of their journey weighed heavily on them and the promise of a few hours of sleep was a welcome thought. The anticipation of another challenging day loomed before them, making the respite of sleep that much more alluring. 
"Yeah, sleep," she conceded, her voice barely above a whisper. "In a bed. With blankets. And pillows. And central air.” Hux chuckled, knowing exactly what she was talking about and agreeing wholeheartedly, she yawned as she placed their sleeping sacks down on the hard ground. The shuttle had been less than desirable but the hard ground, less so. While falling asleep might not be hard, finding any peace and rest would prove to be another issue entirely. Due to the heat, they forewent sleeping inside the bags and instead on top of them, opting for the additional padded layer of comfort.
“No such luck here, darling. Afraid you’ll just have to rough it with me.” 
Sola smirked at the slightly sarcastic endearment and his playful implication. Sleeping on hard ground wasn’t his preference but he’d learned to sleep anywhere and he had. Still, a pillow did sound nice. The exhaustion of their bodies, combined with the serenity of the moment, started to lull them into a state of wearied tranquility. 
With a sense of familiarity, Hux took up space next to Sola, his presence providing a comforting warmth. Sola, less thrown off by his proximity this time, didn't hesitate to make herself comfortable. In the dim light filtering through the dense canopy, Hux glanced towards Sola, his gaze filled with a playful spark. He couldn't resist injecting a touch of humor into the quietude of the night. 
“You’re not going to bite my head off, are you?” He asked, taking note of how she didn’t shy away or comment on how closely they found themselves once more. 
“I reserve biting for entirely different occasions and under vastly different circumstances.” Sola's response carried a sense of familiarity, her tone laced with amusement. She echoed his sentiment from the previous night. The exchange held an air of light-hearted banter, a comfortable rapport that had developed between them.
“I usually like a little more romance than that anyway.” 
His desire to have the last word left him the victor this time. Sola's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected sentiment. She remained silent for a moment, her expression softening. Hux? A romantic? Sola tried to picture it but she was sure his idea of romance was either unconventional or old fashioned. 
The floor of the jungle and the lining of the tent made things less comfortable than the sleeping mat they’d shared in the shuttle. In favor of traveling as lightly as possible, they had been left behind. Sola shifted, trying to find a satisfying position but unable to. Her restless movements punctuated by soft grumbles of dissatisfaction. Sensing her discomfort, Hux decided to take matters into his own hands in a bit of a gamble. 
He wrapped his arm around Sola's waist, pulling her closer until her head rested against his chest. The sudden movement took Sola by surprise, their bodies molding together in an unexpected embrace. 
Hux couldn't help but comment on their makeshift arrangement, “Pillows are in short supply, this will have to do," Sola responded to his comment by playfully poking him in the side like you might poke a pillow, eliciting a gruff noise from Hux. "This is the thanks I get for being a gentleman." Her amusement reverberated against his chest. She nuzzled closer, finding solace in their intimate connection, and released a contented sigh. 
"It'll do," she murmured, hearing the steady rhythm of Hux’s breathing. It was not a luxurious pillow or a cozy blanket, but it was an improvement.
Hux's thoughts swirled with satisfaction. The impulsive act of pulling Sola closer had been a spontaneous decision, driven by a desire to offer her some measure of comfort. As her body nestled against his, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over him.
As they lay intertwined Sola's posture softened, her head nestled against Hux's chest. Hux, in turn, held her securely, his arm proving a sense of protection and comfort, he didn’t realize he would enjoy supplying.
The eerie silence amplified the sense of danger that lingered in the air. The absence of sound ushered them into an uneasy sleep, their dreams haunted by the mysteries and dangers of the island that surrounded them. As sleep gently beckoned, their breathing fell into sync, their shared warmth and whispered words lulling them into a peaceful slumber. 
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The weight of the day's events and their brief discussion on Hux’s youth permeated his subconscious. He was carried back to the haunting memories of his youth. In the ethereal realm of slumber, the Academy materialized before him, its halls echoing with the ghosts of his past. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows, mirroring the fear that had gripped his young heart.
Within the confines of his dream, Hux traversed the corridors of the Academy, reliving the desperate longing for his mother that had consumed him when it was all new and terrifying to him. He recalled the relentless inquiries, his voice filled with a desperate hope that had eventually been crushed by his father's fabricated tale of her demise. The loneliness that had settled upon him like a suffocating weight, intensifying the ache of abandonment that had become his constant companion.
His dreams shifted, revealing the harsh reality he had faced as a cadet. The memories resurfaced, like buried scars torn open anew. The taunts and jeers echoed in his ears, the beatings and humiliations replayed before his eyes. The cruelty of his superiors and fellow cadets had been intended to forge him into an unyielding force, a leader unburdened by weakness or sentiment. His father's constant disapproval and the hardships inflicted upon him resonated deeply.
Yet, the yearning for friendship and camaraderie had lingered in his young heart, a flicker of hope amid the desolation. He had yearned for a connection, an alliance with his peers that would bring solace to his tormented soul. But it was a desire that always seemed out of reach, slipping through his fingers like sand. Instead, he had learned to embrace the solitary path of a calculated and cruel leader, one who valued fear and respect over the fleeting notion of companionship, leaving him hardened and embittered. The warmth of human connection had been replaced by the detached and meticulous demeanor necessary to command the First Order.
Nightmarish tendrils seeped further into his subconscious, distorting the landscape of his dreamscape. He became a mere observer, witnessing the transformation of the innocent boy he once was into the ruthless leader he had become. The weight of countless lives lost haunted his every step, a chilling testament to the path he had chosen. The accolades from his father, tainted with the stain of violence, felt like a bitter betrayal of his own humanity.
With a jolt, Hux awakened, his body drenched in a cold sweat. The remnants of the dream clung to him like a suffocating fog, his heart pounding in his chest and he struggled to remember where he was and what was happening. The weight of a body holding him in place pulled him back firmly into the present. 
'Just a dream. It was just a dream.'
He cast a weary glance at Sola, still deeply asleep beside him, her arm draped over his chest, clinging to him, her head nestled into the crook of his arm. The sight of her sleeping brought a sense of tranquility amidst the storm of his thoughts. How much had changed in the last six months, he pondered, and how much he had changed as well. The man he used to be seemed like a distant stranger, someone unrecognizable to the person he saw in the mirror now. The man he used to be, shrouded in bitterness and isolation, had never fathomed the possibility of someone like Sola entering his life. Yet, here she was.
As if sensing his gaze, she stretched in her sleep, her arms instinctively wrapping around him. It was a simple, unconscious act that spoke volumes to the closeness they had developed during their time together. His mind began to wander, recalling the moments they had shared—the playful banter, the teasing exchanges, the flickers of something more beneath the surface. It had been a delicate dance, a connection that grew stronger with each passing day. And amidst his inner contemplation, a sound reached his ears—a soft murmur escaping Sola's lips.
“Hux”
His breath hitched as he recognized his name, whispered in her sleep. He froze, his gaze fixated on her serene expression, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension swirling within him. Embarking on a gamble, Hux replied in a hushed tone, barely audible in the stillness of the night, 
"Sola?" His voice barely above a whisper, afraid to disrupt the tranquility, his heart skipped a beat as she murmured his name again, a bit more clearly this time, accompanied by something that caught him completely by surprise, a plea for him to ‘stay with me’. The vulnerability in her voice touched him, igniting a desire to offer her comfort and stability. “Not going anywhere.” His voice was laced with genuine sincerity. 
Allowing himself to indulge in a fleeting fantasy, Hux tightened his grip, his hands shifting lower across the curve of her hips. He held her with a mixture of affection and longing, envisioning a reality where Sola was truly his. He froze momentarily when Sola shifted in his arms tilting her head up, nuzzling into his neck, her breath tickling his skin.
He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sola's face. A tender smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized that their connection was not merely a figment of his imagination or a product of wishful thinking. 
As Hux held Sola close, his imagination danced with the possibilities of a different reality. In this fleeting fantasy, they were not stranded on a treacherous island but instead nestled in a place of safety and solace. He allowed himself to caress the contours of her back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns against her skin as if they were entwined in a lover's embrace. The intoxicating scent of her hair filled his senses, intensifying the illusion of the moment. For a brief instant, he let himself believe that this was his life, that he had found the companionship he had yearned for.
"Vercopa pirusti," he whispered softly, the Mandalorian endearment slipping past his lips. 
As Hux lay there, enveloped in the warmth of Sola's presence, a tantalizing temptation whispered in his thoughts. Her lips were just within reach, a mere breath away. The idea of stealing a kiss flickered in his mind, a clandestine act that could easily be dismissed as a dream-induced accident should she stir awake. But in that pivotal moment, a sense of clarity washed over him. He was not his father, a man who had used manipulation and deceit to satisfy his own desires. Giving in to a stolen kiss would only cheapen the bond they were forming.
With a contented sigh, Hux allowed himself to surrender to the embrace of sleep. In the realm of dreams, where the boundaries of reality blurred, he found peace in the knowledge that the closeness he experienced with Sola transcended mere physicality. Hux nestled his cheek against Sola's temple, cherishing the precious intimacy they shared. As he settled back into a more comfortable position, he allowed himself to savor the warmth of Sola's presence.
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For late sleepers like Sola, the morning would always come far too soon. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the thin fabric of the tent, Hux and Sola stirred from their slumber, their bodies feeling surprisingly rejuvenated after a night of restful sleep. However, the manner in which Sola found herself greatly improved her mood. Once more they had woken up together, their bodies intertwined in a closeness that had developed organically throughout the night.
She observed their state with a mix of amusement and contentment. Her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, and their legs intertwined as if they were two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. The weight of his hand on her hip, skimming the curve of her back, sent a shiver of warmth cascading through her. She couldn't deny the pleasure she derived from their physical connection, the sense of safety that emanated from Hux's touch. Her gaze traced the contours of his face, the disheveled mess of his hair that begged for her playful touch. There was a vulnerability in his slumber, a side of him that he rarely allowed others to witness. Sola found herself captivated by his peaceful visage, the lines of worry and determination temporarily eased.
Lost in her musings, Sola let her eyes linger on Hux, taking in the subtle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. She didn’t notice his eyes had opened and he was now staring at her as she stared at him.
As Sola's gaze lingered on Hux, lost in her thoughts, she failed to realize that his eyes had opened, his deep green orbs fixed upon her with a silent amusement. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly. They shared a wordless understanding, a tacit agreement to silently disentangle themselves from their intimate embrace and begin preparing for the day ahead.
There was a subtle flirtation lingered between them, evident in the quick dance of glances and playful smiles they exchanged. Hux adjusted the straps on his pack, the movement causing his muscles to flex beneath his shirt. She discreetly adjusted the straps on her own pack, her fingers grazed against her collarbone.
Sola, engrossed in the straps of her pack, the weight of his attention made her pause, a flicker of curiosity lighting up her eyes. Sensing the unspoken question hanging in the air, she couldn't help but inquire:
"What?" Hux shook his head, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and offered no immediate response. Sola's curiosity piqued further as she probed, her voice laced with a mix of playfulness and intrigue, "Why are you looking at me like you know something?"
Inwardly, Hux couldn't help but think, 'I do know something.' 
The intimacy that had unfolded between them, held a depth he couldn't entirely fathom. But he chose to respond cryptically, his voice carrying a hint of mystery as he asked, "Did you sleep well?"
Sola's mind wandered back to her own dreams, a faint smile gracing her features as she delved into the memories. In a far-off tone, she replied, "Yeah, I did." Her voice held a trace of nostalgia, slightly biting her lower lip. Her voice carried a hint of fondness, as if she had experienced something truly delightful during her slumber. It was a response that left Hux wondering what visions had captivated her and whether he had played a part in them.
As Hux and Sola prepared to embark on their journey for the day, they reached for their masks. But as Hux's gloved fingers grazed the surface of his mask, his eyes caught sight of a small hairline crack in the O-ring, causing an instant surge of panic to course through him. A feeling of ice down his spine froze him in his tracks and his mind raced to find answers. When had it happened? How could he have missed it? And most importantly, would this compromise his mask's ability to filter the air?
The cold sensation gripped Hux, reminiscent of his childhood days when he found himself in trouble, a feeling all children know. Questions flooded his mind, each one more alarming than the last. Uncertainty settled upon him, visibly stiffening his posture as his thoughts raced through various "what if" scenarios, each one worse than the last.
Sola, ever perceptive, noticed the sudden change in Hux's demeanor. Concern etched into her features, she reached out and gently touched his arm. "Hux, what’s wrong?" 
He jumped, slightly startled, in turn startling her back. Shaking himself from the grip of panic, Hux managed to regain a semblance of composure. Hux wasn’t one to be startled. The man had eyes in the back of his head. 
He quickly rationalized that there was no purpose in alarming Sola with his unconfirmed fears at that moment. With a forced calmness, he replied, "I'm fine, just a sharp pain. Nothing to worry about." He wouldn’t blame her if she called him a liar. It was a weak lie at best and the look on her face suggested she didn’t buy it. 
For the briefest of moments he contemplated telling her the truth, he knew lying to her wasn’t wise as whatever was growing between them called for honesty and trust. But the thought of delaying their progress and sowing unnecessary fear made him hesitate. There was no other option but to press on, despite the compromised state of his mask. He knew the risks, understood the potential consequences. Though the panic still churned within him, Hux knew he needed to remain level-headed. He carefully placed the mask on his face, his confidence in its ability to filter oxygen significantly diminished by the sight of the crack. But he had to stay focused and composed, for his own sake and Sola's. 
As they stepped out of the tent, Hux couldn't shake the unease that lingered in the back of his mind. His decision was clear—he would maintain a slight distance from Sola, keeping a vigilant eye on himself for any signs of distress or ill effects. If he noticed anything amiss, he would quickly warn her and take appropriate action.
The morning had started out so nice, Sola couldn't help but wonder about the sudden shift in Hux's behavior. Her eyes betrayed her curiosity, but she chose to remain silent, allowing Hux his space. Maybe his dreams weren’t as nice as hers? The tension between them hovered in the air, mingling with the anticipation of reaching the summit. Hux, determined to forge ahead, kept his lips tightly sealed. Focused solely on their goal, knowing that the higher they ascended, the more sparse the foliage and potential dangers would become.
And so, with a veil of unease hanging over their journey, Hux and Sola pressed on, their steps measured and their senses attuned to the slightest anomaly. Each passing moment brought them closer to the mountain's peak. 
As Hux and Sola continued their ascent, the once vibrant atmosphere between them had been replaced by a lifeless silence. Sola's attempts to spark a conversation were met with curt replies and grunts from Hux, leaving her feeling unsettled. This wasn't the man from last night. Something had changed.
The distance between them was not only evident in their lack of words but in Hux's physical demeanor as well. Any gesture of support or assistance from him was abruptly withdrawn as soon as Sola found her footing. The warmth that had once radiated from him was replaced by an icy coldness, deliberate and calculated. Sola felt a growing frustration, unable to comprehend why Hux was behaving this way. 
The pace they maintained was faster than before, an intentional effort from Hux to push forward with urgency. Sola couldn't shake the feeling that he was deliberately keeping her at arm's length. When she questioned the hurry, Hux offered a brief and dismissive response, referencing the danger of the island and his unwillingness to waste time. It was as if he expected her to have forgotten the perils they faced. By the end of the day, Sola's irritation had grown significantly—not because of Hux's distance alone, but because she knew he was withholding something from her, and she couldn't fathom what or why. Their hike remained like that until they set up camp in further silence. 
As they settled down to eat, Hux kept his gaze lowered, avoiding any eye contact with Sola. The tension between them was palpable, and an unsettling thought crept into Sola's mind. Could it be possible that Hux had been playing her all along? That his intentions were far from genuine, and he saw this journey as an opportunity to cut her loose? The idea sent her heart racing, realizing the gravity of her situation had deepened immensely.
Sola, lacking combat skills and survival training, understood the stark contrast between her own abilities and Hux's expertise. He possessed the skills necessary to easily overpower or eliminate her if he so wished. With a racing mind, Sola turned away from Hux and retreated into her own thoughts, choosing to sleep as far away from him as possible. Distrust hung heavily in the air, a distressing end to their evening.
Hux couldn't ignore the consequences of his changed behavior. He knew he had caused a rift between them, and the realization left him with a heavy heart. The silence that enveloped them throughout the night was a testament to the mounting tension and the fracture in their once blossoming connection. As Hux settled in, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his actions, hoping that somehow they would find a way to bridge the gap and rediscover the trust that had once bound them together. 
Sleep eluded Hux that night, his guilt gnawing at him even in the absence of nightmares. Their strained relationship and the divide he had deliberately created kept him from finding rest. Reflecting on their conversation from the previous night and the warmth they shared, Hux couldn't help but feel remorse for intentionally causing this discord. However, he felt that he had valid reasons for his actions. Though there was a part of him that believed Sola would rather have known the truth. 
As his thoughts swirled, Hux realized that he hadn't experienced any adverse effects from the crack in his mask. They had passed through areas of the jungle where the Pax Reavers unleashed colorful spores, yet his mask had successfully filtered the air, providing him with a sigh of relief. In that moment, he sat up and he contemplated waking Sola and explaining his motivations, but the sight of her with her back turned to him gave him pause. It was worlds away from how they had slept before, wrapped in each other's arms, and it pained him to witness the change. He couldn't bring himself to disturb her sleep, opting instead to wait until morning to reveal his reasons, hoping that she would forgive him.
He drifted into a fitful sleep, hoping that come morning, Sola would awaken and, at the very least, give him a well-deserved slap. 
Part Two
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Well, as I said this is a two-shot with all the tasteless capsaicin in the second part which I am fine-tuning! If you liked it then feel free to like, reblog, or leave me a tasty comment and let me know what you think! I have lots or stories in the works so comments and engagement help me focus on the more popular stories! Thanks for tuning in, see you in part two!
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Star Wars Masterlist
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FICS:
Darth Maul:
You - One. 🌶️
Anakin Skywalker:
Is This Love. 🌶️
Obi-Wan Kenobi:
Is This Love. 🌶️
Jango Fett:
Simple Pleasures. 🌶️
Kylo Ren:
Feelings. 🌶️
Headcannons:
Anakin Skywalker:
General Dating. 🌶️
Obi-Wan Kenobi:
General Dating. 🌶️
Armitage Hux:
General Dating. 🌶️
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An Affair
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Summary: He knew it was wrong.You knew it was wrong too.That didn't stop you guys from being with each other. He wished things were different. He wished he would have met you first and he wished you would have met him first as well.
Charlie Barber x Reader Slight Armitage Hux x Reader
Charlie stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants as he stared ahead. People sitting in the subway looked at Charlie in the corner of their eyes. Honestly they were a bit scared at the tall man standing in the subway staring into space with a pout. His eyes were glossy with unshed tears.
He felt a warm sensation fill his chest as he remembered you.
He could hear your laughter and your voice in the subway. Three days ago Charlie and you took the same train and were talking about a few shows he was thinking of directing.
He stood in front of you as you leaned against the closed doors of the subway. Both of you ignored the people around you that night. Charlie could taste the wine from your mouth as he kissed you deeply. He moaned softly when you pulled away. Your fingers ran through his dark locks as you kissed him again. He had invited you to a nice Italian restaurant uptown after work. Afterwards you walked with him to Skywalker's Bar. He stood near you and he held you tightly so you wouldn't fall over whenever the subway would hit a bump or make a stop.
The tip of his ears turned pink when he felt you lean against him. Your face pressed against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He smiled and kissed the top of your head. He was happy, you gave him physical contact. Something he was missing, something he was craving for so long.
His memory faded away as the doors opened and new passengers walked inside. Charlie heavily sighs as the train begins to move again. He stared out of the subway window. The skies were dark and the grey clouds were covering over the city matching his mood. He looked away when the subway went underground. He stared at his own reflection for a moment before staring on top of the half rip ads that were marked with graffiti.
He's so tired. So angry.
Charlie ignored the people around him as they passed by him to get off at their stop.
He came home that afternoon after working late in the theater. He was tired and just wanted to sleep on the couch. That's where he was currently sleeping. It's been months since Charlie and Nicole were having problems. Charlie slept on the couch, he wanted Nicole to be more comfortable so he gave her the bed. He made it home and was about to go to the living room when Nicole started to scream her head off at him. It's always the same thing. Apparently he never made time for her or Henry. He stared at her for a moment before screaming at her.
"You left us for two fucking months to go to LA for a show" He yelled pointing a finger at her.
"How dare you say that I don't have any time for my own son." Charlie yelled. It was true, Nicole left for a short tv show months ago. She left Henry with Charlie all by themselves.
The sudden halt of the train caused Charlie to get out of his haze and look out the window.
He was here.
He quickly made his way out of the subway to the staircase that led up to the streets of upstate New York. He walked down the streets as he stuffed his hands in his coat pocket. He sighed happily as he found his lighter. Quickly going to the corner store to buy a pack of Marlboro. He lit a cigarette up at the red light, he inhaled the nicotine deep into his lungs.
"Fuck off." Nicole yelled at him pushing him out of the apartment.
That's when he decided to go to you. He knew he should have called you first. If you were busy then he would just go to a bar and drink his sorrows away but you were the first person he thought of.
You were always the first person he thought of.
Charlie across the street and stopped when he saw you. He threw the bud of his cigarette to the ground and looked ahead at you. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you.
He knew you had just come out of work. You wore a pair of black jeans with black chelsea boots. The green pea coat he bought you for your birthday was wrapped around you. He saw you raising your laptop bag up to your right shoulder as you opened your mailbox in front of the building complex. He softly frowned at the sight of your wedding ring.
He knew it was wrong.
You knew it was wrong too.
That didn't stop you guys from being with each other. He wished things were different. He wished he would have met you first and he wished you would have met him first as well.
He watched you go inside the building and leaned against the light post on the street corner. He took his phone out of his back pocket and rang you up.
He lit another cigarette as the phone rang.
"Hello, love." He smiled as he heard your voice.
"Hey, hun. How are you?" He said softly, taking a drag.
"I'm alright. Just came home from work. I'm a bit tired. What about you, love? Working late again?" You asked him. He couldn't help but enjoy the warmth feeling fluttering in his stomach as you asked him about his day and his well-being.
"I'm ok." Charlie answered softly. He mentally groaned at his weak response.
"You sure, love?" You asked him. Charlie bit his tongue at your question. He threw his cigarette to the ground and cleared his throat
'You sure, love?' Your question repeats in his mind.
My god, how much he loved that. He loved when you called him love, or baby. Or any nickname you gave him.
"Charlie?" You called out. Charlie shook his head at himself. He gets so into his head when thinking about you.
"Yeah. I just got into a fight with Nicole and she threw me out." He told you.
"Do you want to spend the night? Where's Henry?" You asked him.
"He's spending the weekend with his friend, sleepover." Charlie answered you.
"That's good, love. Do have a place to stay or you want to come.."
"I miss you." Charlie blurted out as he held the phone tightly over his ear. He shivered when the cold breeze ran over him.
He heard you laugh softly and replied. "I miss you too. Armitage isn't here. He left today to Ireland for work."
"That's good." Charlie said with a smile. Your husband wasn't here.
"Where are you?" You asked him. Charlie looked down at his feet at your question.
"Outside." He said shyly. He heard your door open through the phone and the call ended. He looked ahead again and saw you standing outside near the door.
"Hey." You said smiling as you pulled the sleeves of your sweater to your hands, trying your best to stay warm in the cold weather. Charlie gave you a smile and jogged up the steps. He slipped the phone in his coat pocket.
He happily welcomed your hug you gave him. He instantly wraps his arms around you.
"Let's get inside." He said trying to block you from the cold. You nodded and grabbed his hand pulling him inside to your apartment.
"Beer?" You asked him as you walked into the kitchen. You heard him shut the front door of your apartment.
"Yeah." He called out as he took his coat off and hung it next to yours on the coat rack. He looked around and saw your apartment. He didn't know how you made your apartment so homey.
Meow
Charlie looked down and saw Millicent. He smiled at the cat as he bent down. The fluffy orange cat happily purred against Charlie's hand.
"Hey, Mill." Charlie whispered while scratching behind the cat's ear.
"I swear to god, you love that cat more than me." Charlie looked up and saw you leaning against the door frame of the living room with a beer in your hand.
"Definitely not true." Charlie told you as he stood up and walked towards you. He took the beer bottle from your hands and placed it on the coffee table by the couch.
He looked down at you as he walked closer to you.
"Are you ok?" You asked him softly as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
Charlie hummed as he nodded at you. He slips his arms over your shoulders tugging you closer to him.
"Don't lie to me." You told him staring into his warm brown eyes.
You knew when he was lying to you. His eyes were bloodshot, he smelled like cigarettes. Charlie only smoked when he was horribly stressed.
"I'm just tired." He said softly as you rubbed his back. Charlie brought his left hand to your cheek.
"I'm tired. I just wish we could..." He said but stopped when he saw his wedding ring. You knew what he saw. You felt the cold metal band of his ring against your cheek. You pulled away from him and walked to the kitchen.
Charlie frowned when you walked away from him.
"Are you hungry? I'm sure you didn't eat anything today." You called out from the kitchen. You took the cold cuts from the fridge and placed them on the kitchen counter. You stopped and braced yourself over the counter. You looked down at your hands and saw your own wedding ring.
You always ignored the guilt every time you were with Charlie.
'How can something be so wrong, feel so good?!.' You thought to yourself.
Truth be told you love Armitage, you did but you didn't love him like you love with Charlie.
You were young when you married Armitage. You were in love with how much of a gentleman he was, his accent. You adored his red hair and his interests in cats but when he started working for a new company, The First Order. You started seeing less and less of him. His temper was now violent. If there was any bad news at work, a book or a cup would be thrown across the room.
He never hurt you but he yelled at you and you were never the one to stand quiet. You would never let a man speak that way to you. That's when the fights would start. Screaming matches. Objects were being thrown. Doors being slam shut. When the fights would be too much, you would leave him during his rant and go on a walk. You knew you had to do that because if you didn't you were going to jail for killing the ginger man.
You remember the night you met Charlie. It was one of the nights that the fight you had with Armitage was just nasty. Names were being called and the fight ended with you slapping him across the face. You ran to the train station with tears rolling down your face. You needed to get out.
When you got off the subway you were near where you worked. You knew Armitage would never get into the subway due to it being in his word 'unsanitary' so you were safe. You walked down the streets of New York and made your way to the nearest bar.
Skywalker's Bar was written in red font on the banner.
You enter the bar with a frown. You never see a bar so empty on a Friday night. The smell of cigarettes and stale beers filled the bar. Not really wanting to walk more, you decided to stay. You sat on the nearest bar stool.
In the corner of your eye you saw a tall man sitting four bar stool away. You looked ahead and saw your reflection in the mirror that they had hanging in front of the bar, quickly fixing yourself up. You looked away when the bartender made his way towards you.
"What can I get you, darling?" The bartender said with a flirty smile.
You ignored the flirty smile and told him. "Double whiskey. On the rocks."
You noticed the bartender froze at your request. He looked surprised at your choice of drink. You also noticed the tall man glance at you but quickly looked away when you made eye contact with him.
"Coming right up, darling." The bartender told you with a wink.
You looked away and grabbed your phone from your bag. You looked at your phone and saw Armitage had been blowing up your phone non stop.
'I'm sorry. Ok.'
'Pick up the phone. Y/n! Pick up the phone.'
'I'm sorry for what I said. Just come back home.'
You rolled your eyes at his messages. You shut your phone when the bartender brought your drink and left to attend the new people that just came in.
You took a gulp from the drink and let out a small wince as you felt the whiskey burn your throat.
"Rough night?" You heard a deep voice ask.
You looked at your right and saw the tall man looking at you. He was oddly attractive. He had dark locks that stopped at his broad shoulders. His lips were a nice color of pink and large. His nose stood out proud. He wore a dark suit with a white button down shirt. You noticed the top buttons on his white shirt were undone showing his pale skin. You noticed his eyes were a lovely shade of honey. You also noticed his eyes were bloodshot as well.
'Has he been crying too?' You thought to yourself.
"Is it that obvious?" You said as you took another gulp from your glass. The man chuckled as he bought his drink up to his mouth.
He leaned back in his seat and looked at you again.
"Charlie."
You nodded and answered "Y/n."
"Rough night too?" You asked him as you held your glass in your hands.
He took a deep breath loudly and gave you a nod.
"Yeah, you can say that." Charlie said as he looked away from you.
He didn't know what caused him to get this much confidence to talk to you. The moment he saw you entering the bar, he saw you from the mirror ahead of him. You looked beautiful. He saw how flushed your cheeks looked. He definitely noticed your eyes too. He knew you were crying. He's been crying alot too. He saw you take off your jacket and placed it in the stool. His eyes rank up and down your body and quickly looked away as he felt something stirred in his pants.
He saw the curly haired bartender flirting with you and giving you googling eyes but you completely ignored him. He wasn't going to say anything to you until he heard your drink order. Never in his life had he heard a girl order such a drink. He looked over at you and saw you were being serious. He looked away when you glanced at him.
He heard the bartender call you darling and walk away to make your drink. In the corner of his eyes he saw when you grabbed your phone from your shoulder bag. He heard you sighed as you scrolled through your phone.
He took a sip from drink and looked towards you.
'Fuck it' he thought to himself.
He wanted to make conversation with you. He honestly never made small talk with any woman since he was married. He always works at the theater and when he was at the bar, it was always with his coworkers and Nicole. This was the first time in years he was at a bar by himself.
When he asked you 'Rough Night?' He wanted to smack himself in the face for such a short sentence. He was surprised when you answered back at him.
Just like that the conversation started between you and him. Around midnight and five whisky doubles both of you sat next to each other and talked. He told you that he was a theater director and lived just a few blocks away from the bar. Both of you found it easy to talk amongst each other. When the topic came up about relationship. Both of you stood quiet because both of you saw each other's wedding ring. You saw his silver band on his left hand just as he saw yours. He couldn't stop staring at it every time you grabbed the glass cup with your left hand.
"Where's your husband?" Charlie asked you quietly after the bartender left another pair of drinks on the counter. You drowned the drink you had in your hand quickly.
"Home." You told him looking over at him as you placed the empty glass on the bar.
"Your wife?" You asked him.
"Home too." He said and took a drink.
"Kicked me out. Not the first time, she has done it." He told you as he placed the drink on the counter next to yours.
"I walked out. Not the first time as well but I slapped him for the first time ever." Charlie raised his eyebrows at you and nodded. You bit your bottom lip as you felt your cheeks blushed around. You were a bit embarrassed that you told Charlie that. You knew it was the liquor making you talk.
"Did he deserve it?" He asked you.
"Yes." You answered quickly with a sigh.
"He called me a fucking cunt." You told him as you stared down at the amber drink from the new glass you got. Charlie cleared his throat as he frowned at your words. He could see your eyes staring sadly down at your drink.
"He absolutely deserves it then." You looked over at Charlie when he spoke. You smiled at his response. He gave you a smile and you just couldn't help smile wider at the sight of his dimples.
That night was the first time you cheated on your husband as well for Charlie. He told you later that night that he almost slept with one of his coworker but he just couldn't do it. Charlie got a hotel room that night after the curly bartender yelled out last call. Both of you were extremely drunk and it happened when both of you stepped outside. You shriek as you felt the cold New York air.
"Shit!" Charlie yelled buttoning his coat as he shivered next to you. He immediately tugged you closer to him and without a thought you wrapped your arms around him. He looked down at you for a moment. His cock twitched at the sight of you licking your lips. He was staring at your lips the whole night. He was quite jealous at the whiskey that touched your lips all night. The tip of your nose was pink. Your cheeks were a bit red from the harsh cold winds. He leaned down and kissed you in front of the bar. When he pulled away, Charlie was about to apologize but you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him for another kiss. The night ended with both of you moaning and panting against each other. Charlie woke up alone the next morning, he saw a handwritten note you placed on the nightstand.
Thank you for the drinks. In the corner of the paper, he saw your number.
It was a few days later when Charlie decided to call you. The memory of you smiling and laughing filled his mind during work and on his way home. He had to admit you absolutely bewitched him. He hasn't felt this feeling in so long. You were so different, so refreshing.
He called you and asked you out for dinner. You accepted it and met him later that day. Night ended with the same hotel room.
A year has passed and honestly it's been the best. Both of you didn't say anything about feelings for a while. It was mostly both you hanging out and sleeping with each other but Charlie fell head over heels for you. Coffee dates, dinner dates, and long walks in Central park. Reading a few plays that Charlie was thinking about working with. Charlie had even gone far to introduce you to his friends at the theater but of course he told them that you were just friends. You did the same when you were invited to a dinner at work. Charlie watched you as you talked among your friends and coworkers. He watched with awed as you laughed and talked. He liked that you always got him into the conversation with your friends and coworkers. You didn't make him feel like an outcast. You never made him feel like he was doing something wrong or if he was falling short. The moment he knew that he loved you, truly loved you was when you gave him a small present. Charlie stared at the Spiderman wrapping paper in his hand. His eyes widened when he saw Henry's name on the corner of the gift.
"I remembered you told me he likes Spiderman and that his birthday is this weekend. Just a little something for him." You told him and he could see you were a bit nervous it made him smile.
Charlie told you about Henry when you first met him. He had shown you the small pictures he had in his wallet. Henry's school pictures and school trips were safely kept in his leather wallet.
"Thank you. He's gonna love it." Charlie said giving you a kiss.
One of the things Charlie didn't regret was his son. He loves his son. When he saw the gift you got for his son. His heart soared. You meet Henry later that weekend. You smiled at the boy who held his Spiderman action figure in one hand and the other he was holding a small plate of ice cream cake. Charlie told you that Henry saved you a piece and wanted to give it to you himself.
When Henry entered your apartment, he fell in love with the big, fluffy orange cat. Millicent happily rolled over on her back and let the little boy rub her belly. Charlie watched you with a smile as you kneeled down next to Henry. You looked up and saw Charlie with watery eyes.
"Have you heard anything of her?" You whispered to him when you got up.
"She called for his birthday. Two months is almost gone. She said she'll be coming back next week." Charlie said as he looked at his son then at you. You felt him grab your hand pulling you near him.
"Who's that?" Henry said, pointing at a picture hanging from the wall above the couch. Charlie looked at the picture and frowned.
You pulled away from Charlie and followed Henry who walked towards it and looked at it with wide eyes.
"That's my husband, Armitage. The picture was taken the day of our wedding." You told Henry.
Charlie listened as Henry asked you more about your husband. He was a bit jealous as he saw the pictures that Henry pointed out in the apartment. His brown eyes stared at the pictures of you with Armitage. Some were of him hugging you, others were you at a dinner with Armitage. He looked at your wedding picture and just for a second he imagined himself in Armitage place.
The day that you told Charlie that Armitage was a bit violent. He wanted to kill him and he was so upset about how so nonchalant you said. You told him while Charlie was cuddling with you, naked bodies against each other. Charlie stopped kissing your shoulder when he heard you and sat up to look at you.
You never seen Charlie so serious before. He came closer to you and asked you if Armitage had ever hit you. You shook your head and Charlie stood silent. Charlie told you that night about his parents and how his childhood was filled with the abuse of alcohol and screaming. You could imagine young Charlie Barber under his bedsheet at night covering his ears as his parents yelled in the other room. Both of you held each other close that night.
Charlie followed you to the kitchen and saw you leaning over the counter. He walked behind you and hugged you close to his chest. You instantly held his arms that rested in front of you.
"I've been thinking a lot." He told you.
"That's never a good thing." You joked trying to ease your anxiety that was caused by his words. You dreaded what was going to happen next. The first thing that popped in your head was that he wanted to end things. Maybe he got tired of you.
Charlie laughs as he tugs you closer to his chest.
"I'm thinking about divorcing Nicole."
You froze at his words. When Charlie didn't get a response from you. He turned you around to face him. He looks down at you with a worried face.
"I don't love her anymore. I haven't loved her for a year. I'm not happy with her. I'm not happy." He said softly.
You placed your hands on his chest.
"Please say something." Charlie begged.
"You should do whatever makes you happy." You tell him as he tugs on the belt hoops of your jeans. He nods and tells you.
"I want to be with you. You make me happy." You smile at him.
"I want to be with you too." You tell him truthfully.
"Divorce Armitage, Y/n. I know you don't love him. Be with me. Tell me you don't love him." Charlie tells you. You were thinking about it for months, divorcing Armitage. Charlie telling you this was the push you needed to make it happen.
"I don't love him." You said.
You nod at him. "Ok. I'll do it. We can be together."
Charlie smiles widely. "Together. I want to show you off. Bring you everywhere."
"Is that so?" You ask with a smirk.
"Yes, kitten." Charlie whispered as he leaned down to kiss you.
You grin against his lips wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him to you.
Kissing Charlie was something you never experienced. He gave so much. He kissed you like it would be his last kiss.
You giggled when Charlie picks you and places you on the kitchen counter. He pulls away from you and parts your legs so he gets in between.
"Say it." He whispers to you leaning his forehead against yours. You push his hair from his face as he holds you.
"I'm yours. All yours." His eyes lit up at your words.
Your hands find their way to his shirt. Unbutton them, wanting to feel him. He bits his bottom lip as he feels your nails run up and down his bare chest leaving light red marks. He kisses your neck as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
"Mine." You whispered as you held his hard thick cock in your hands. He groans as you jerk him off gently.
"Yours, Kitten." He said out of breath as you jerked him off. His cock was hot, you rub your thumb over the head of his cock with his precum.
"I want to do something." He tells you, making you look up at him.
He stood up straight and took a deep breath. He looks down at his hands and takes his wedding ring off. He places it on the counter next to you. You watch the look of relief wash over him.
He was free. Not physically yet, or on paper but he is emotionally and mentally free now. He was free from the guilt and drama because he was going to be with you now.
You take your hand away from him and do the same. Charlie lets out a wide smile when you drop your rings next to his. You both share a look and let out a laugh.
Both of you are free now.
He leans down to kiss you again. Both of you mumbled the future together as you continued to jerk him off. You told him how you were going to leave your husband. He told you how he would do the same with Nicole. He promised you a new life. A happy life. He carries you to the kitchen table. Quickly removing your sweater, you leaned down backwards pushing the place mat off the table. You feel Charlie's hand taking your jeans off frantically. He throws them over his shoulders and pulls you closer to him. He pushes his pants down to his ankles not even bothering to take it off.
His eyes stare at your breasts, the lacy bra holding your breasts up together. He couldn't help out but lean down to pop one of them out. He latches on to your breasts. He groans against your chest, he pulls your breasts out of the bra. He moans against your hardened nipples when he pushes your panties to the side and feels your wet cunt.
"So wet, kitten." He mumbles against your nipples then kisses your cheeks to your neck. You moan as he bites your neck softly as he thrust two fingers into you.
"Kitten, I need you now. Please. Please." He whines as he fucks you with his fingers.
You lean backward and spread your legs to him. His thumb circling your throbbing clit as he looked up and down at you.
"Give it to me." You tell him.
Before he can say anything you pull him down for another kiss. He grabs your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the table. You let out a moan as you feel the head of his cock part your wet lips.
He throws his head back as he splits you in half.
"Always so fucking tight." He groans as he thrusts hard, burying himself fully inside of you.
"Always tight for me, kitten."
"Yes." You moaned at him looking up at him.
Charlie's gives you a few lazy thrust into you. He couldn't help but stare down as he watched his cock thrust into your cunt. You were so wet. You clit stood out as he fucked you. He loves how you pussy held on him as he fucks you. He loves how you were always wet for him.
"Faster baby." He hears you cry out.
Charlie doesn't give you any warning. He just started to pound into you relentlessly. He pulled you closer to him making you moan loudly. The wooden kitchen table screeched and wobbled by Charlie's hard thrusts.
"Fuck kitten!" He yells as he rams into you. You cry out as you feel his nails cutting into your hips as he holds you into place. His tights hitting the back of your legs. You gripped with one hand on the side of the table trying to hold on.
Charlie grunts as one of his hands lets go of your hip. You immediately feel his large fingers rubbing your clit as he pounded into you. You are so close to cumming, moaning as your pussy tightens around his thick cock. You look up to see Charlie looking down at you with his lips parted slightly. He's breathing heavily, his eyes were dark.
Your legs were practically shaking as he continued to pound into you. You wonder how the hell the table hasn't broken yet.
The sound of your sopping pussy and skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the kitchen. Charlie growls with a hard thrust. You can feel his balls hitting against your ass as he fucks you.
You were about to come. The feeling of his fat cock deep inside of you and his thick fingers rubbing your clit was too much, too good. Charlie moans at you loudly as he feels your pussy clenched down on his cock. Both of you didn't hear the front door open. You didn't hear the sound of Millicent's collar bell jiggling as she ran to the front door. You certainly didn't hear the footsteps coming to the kitchen.
"Y/n!"
You were looking up at Charlie and frowned when you heard a familiar scottish accent. You let out a gasp when you looked over and saw Armitage on the doorway of the kitchen. You let out a soft moan still looking at Armitage. You felt Charlie's dick ram deep inside of you. Your legs shook as you were being filled by his cum.
Charlie grunted loudly as he slammed his hand down to the table. Charlie throws his head back and pulls you closer to him by your hips.
"Kitten." He groans as he fills you up and looks down at you. His sweaty brows knitted together when he saw you were looking to the right side of the kitchen. You looked scared. He followed your graze and saw your husband.
Armitage saw the tall man between your legs then looked at you. He saw how red your cheeks were. You were almost completely naked on the table with your legs wrapped around him. Your breasts were over your bra, Armitage can see the hickeys starting to form on your breasts and neck. Armitage looked back at the man who was between your legs gripping your hips and the table. His shirt was open, pants down to his ankles.
You didn't know what to do. All you can feel and think at the moment was Charlie's hot thick cum dripping out of you when he pulled out. Charlie stood up straight and pulled you to his chest wrapping an arm around you to cover you. You can feel his chest tense up while he was catching his breath. Charlie stared hard at Armitage as he held you.
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