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charliedawn · 1 year

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Alright alright, I worked up the courage to ask about Star Wars. Can I get a How they would kiss you preference for Star Wars? Aniken and Han Solo and any characters you might want.

Anakin :

The first time you kissed Ani, it was on the return of one of his missions and someone had told you that he had been hurt during said mission. You hadn't wasted a single second before climbing aboard ship before it even reached the ground, praying that Anakin was alright.

You found him in the medical bay, laid down on a bed and your heart missed a beat. You stepped forward to hold his hand and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Come on, Ani...Wake up. For me. Please."

You then kissed him, unaware of what was going on in Anakin's head—since you weren't force sensitive.

In Anakin's head :

'Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Don't laugh. Don't freak out. It's not like Y/N is kissing you right now. They're going to be so mad when they discover it was a prank.'

And then, as if the force itself had summoned him, Obi-Wan stepped in and stopped dead in his tracks before eyeing the both of you suspiciously.

"What are you doing ?", he asked before folding his arms over his chest in disapproval. You suddenly took a step back and threw your hands in the air.

"It's...It's not what it looks like !", you tried to defend yourself—but Obi-Wan shook his head before looking straight at Anakin.

"Not you. You. Get up, Anakin.", he told him and you frowned in incomprehension, until Anakin started talking that is.

"Can't, master. I'm playing dead."

Your eyes grew wide and you were seriously debating on whether to be overjoyed by the fact that he was alright, or kill him yourself.

"No, you're playing the idiot. Now, get up.", Obi-Wan said knowingly and Anakin rolled his eyes before finally sitting up.

Obi-Wan sighed before walking away.

"You have five minutes."

The moment he was out, you glared at Anakin who addressed you a cheeky wink before asking.

"Sooo...You were worried, huh ?"

You restrained an eye roll before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Ani...You are the biggest jerk in all the galaxy. And I'm mad at you. And it doesn't make any sense. But, I still love you."

You then kissed him again and he smiled at your words. He knew he was a fool, but it felt so good to be your fool—he would gladly spent an eternity being yours.

"If that's how you kiss all jerks, I'll gladly be the king of jerks."

You shook your head in disbelief before hitting his chest playfully. You then both burst into laughter and he took your hand before you left the ship to go home.

Anakin is passionate and playful. He'd do anything for a smile. And even when you're mad at him, he'd find a way to make you laugh and indulge into giving him what he wants.

He would have his kiss, no matter what.

Han Solo :

You were one of the Rebel fighters and had met Han Solo when he was trapped on wookie territory. The Rebellion had sent you on a rescue mission and boy, were you skillful with a blaster.

He immediately noticed you and since then, had been unable to stay away.

Finally, he confessed his love for you just as he was on a mission to go stop Darth Vader.

"Hey, Y/N...I might not make it. So...Just wanted to let you know that I love you and try not to cry too hard if I..."

He wanted to reassure you, but he knew that the mission would be dangerous and decided to be honest with you. But, he didn't plan on you—grabbing him by the back of the neck to kiss him before he could utter another word. Not that he was complaining. But, he was actually trying to be a gentleman.

"Make sure you do.", you told him and Han blinked twice before chuckling nervously.

"Yeah...I'll do that."

He then went aboard his ship and you smiled before grabbing Chewbacca's hand before he also went inside after him.

"Bring our Han back in one piece, alright ?"

Chewbacca let out a loud roar in agreement before pulling you into a hug and you smiled—hiding your tears into his fur. You knew the mission would be dangerous, you weren't delusional. But, you were certain Han would be back. He had promised you afterall and Chewbacca seemed to believe the same. You stayed there until the Millennium Falcon was out of sight before returning to your duties.

A few days later :

When they returned, you ran into Han's arms and he gratefully accepted the rain of kisses you had in store for him. He had missed you too. He was so glad he could come back to you and blinked his tears away. He didn't think he would make it, but damn...He was mighty glad he did.

Han is into long and deeply heart-felt kisses. He may seem like the flirtatious and quick kisses type of man. But, he likes knowing someone is waiting for him. Once he has accepted you in his heart, he's not leaving your side and would spend hours kissing you if he could.

Poe Dameron :

Poe had been held captive for so long, it was a shock when he suddenly reappeared and you dropped everything to run and wrap your arms around him. He chuckled and held you even closer while he peppered your face with kisses, trying to stop your tears.

"Ssh...I'm here. I'm here."

You had been so afraid he'd be gone for good this time, your legs gave under you, but Poe kept you steady. He cupped the back of your head and kept you close to him while he thanked his luck star he got another moment with you.

Poe is a pretty passionate guy. He is also often on a ship, flying into danger. So, every moment counts. He wouldn't lose any time and kiss you and embrace you every chance he gets—knowing it might be his last.

Kylo Ren :

"You...wish to kiss me ?", Kylo Ren suddenly stated when you were both alone—reading your mind easily.

You sighed. Of course...

"Is that wrong ?", you asked—completely unashamed. It wasn't like you could hide anything from him. You thought he was a good leader in his good days (an awful one on his bad ones) and didn't see the point in trying to hide it. He seemed almost surprised for a second before answering you.

"Not to my knowledge. The human body has very unpredictable needs and I recall that the act of kissing is one of them...However...", he frowned slightly before adding. "I also recall that the act is to show affection to loved ones. So, why would you wish to partake in such an activity with me ?"

You shrugged.

"Because you are the only one who wouldn't be disgusted by the scars."

He tilted his head quizzically at you before you sighed and removed your helmet—showing him your old battle scars.

"Crenian acid. The Crenians can be quite creative with their torture methods. The acid slipped through my armor and disfigured me for life."

Kylo stayed silent while examining your features with attention. You did have red angry scars almost identical to his...but far numerous and even though he knew better than to judge, you wouldn't be considered pretty in any beauty standards he knew of.

But, he smiled.

Good. Because, he didn't like pretty.

He took a step forward and slowly reached for your chin to raise it in order for your eyes to meet. You eyes were a sight to behold though...Dark and magnetic. He could easily read your mind, but even if he did...There was always something he would miss—something he couldn't quite grasp.

"Do you really want this ?", he asked—even though you had thought about it for a long time and you nodded.

That's all the encouragement he needed.

He crashed his lips onto yours and muffled all sounds you could have made. He swallowed them and took pride in taking you by surprise.

Kylo Ren is possessive and quite violent in his kisses. He's not nice or sweet. But, he can be when he wants to...which is almost never. But sometimes, Ben would resurface and kiss you sweetly when he knows that you can't handle the other one. There'd be a constant battle within him and not only about the force—but about you as well.

Armitage Hux :

"What do you want, soldier ?! Why call me to this floor when there are so many officers that could..?!"

"General Hux...I believe I want to kiss you.", you interrupted him and general Hux' eyes grew wide in shock. You had been close at the academy...But, he never thought...

"What ?"

"I want to kiss you.", you repeated and general Hux's jaw went slack in disbelief for a couple of seconds before he shook his head to regain his composure.

"You want to kiss me so badly, you'd really risk losing your life ?", he finally asked and you replied with a daring smirk—even though you were terrified inside.

"And what if I am ?"

He huffed a mocking laugh before shaking his head again.

"Then, you are insane. You are a stormtrooper. You shouldn't desire anything.", he reasoned and turned around to step away.

"Then, tell me, general...How come I desire you ?", you shot back.

He stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a quizzical side glance. You smiled and reached forward for his hand before wrapping it around your wrist and positioning his thumb above your pulse point. You wanted him to feel it...feel what you've always felt around him.

"How come...general ?", you repeated softly—but with more insistance this time around as he seemed genuinely puzzled. He raised his other hand to wrap his fingers around your throat and feel the pulse there too...As if trying to decipher if you were being serious, or just tricking him into believing someone could ever want him...

"A default in your programming. A mere illusion that you are playing yourself to comfort your lonely nights..."

But, he didn't pull away. Seems like someone did have lonely nights as well...You leaned forward and he didn't stop you. When you lips touched, he let out a small gasp before holding you tightly against him. There was no logical explanation, no possible reasoning, none whatsoever as to why Hux suddenly felt the need to hold you...But, he did.

And, when you were the one who pulled back, you could see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But, he quickly got back his composure and stood up straight—a single strand of his red hair out of place the only proof of what you had just done.

"D...Dismissed."

He had trouble uttering the command and you smiled before finally agreeing. You wouldn't tell him how your heart was thrashing in your chest, threatening to jump out of your ribcage. He probably already knew from the moment you kissed, hence the small gasp of surprise.

What you didn't know was how general Hux himself became red in the face the moment you were out and tried to cover it—stabilizing himself by supporting himself on the back of a chair. One more minute and he would have melted right in front of you.

General Hux hides his emotions from sight, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any. He'd give you quick and sweet kisses when no one is looking and give you smiles only you could witness.

Obi-Wan Kenobi :

To be honest, you weren't prepared for the first time you kissed Obi-Wan. He had pulled you from the crowd because he needed a native to escape the many stormtroopers and you had agreed to pretend being his wife/husband for a while—not to raise suspicion. You were an ally to the jedi cause and had tried to help him the best you could.

However, a stormtrooper had eventually cornered you in a dark alley and with no exit. He had asked you for your papers, but Obi-Wan didn't have any. Thankfully, your papers could suffice if you were considered family,but the stormtrooper was suspicious and refused to just drop it. You saw Obi-Wan touch the handle of his lightsaber. But, instead of alerting the others of your presence by killing the stormtrooper—you had another idea and suddenly pulled Obi-Wan by the collar to clash your lips against his.

The stormtrooper wanted to speak, but Obi-Wan raised a finger—as if asking him to wait for a minute while he kissed you back. The stormtrooper coughed and looked away. He really hadn't expected it and you smirked. At least now, he had proof you were together and you wiped your lips with a cheeky wink at the soldier before walking past him.

"That's my wife/husband.", Obi-Wan uttered with a dreamy smile—a slight note of disbelief in his tone before the stormtrooper let out a small snort at his words.

"....Lucky you."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement before attempting to comb his hair back with his fingers. He then walked past the stormtrooper as well and that was how you succeeded in escaping inspection...and you became Obi-Wan's partner.

It is against the Jedi code to form such romantic attachments, but Obi-Wan was ready to bend the rules for you. You made him want to brave the Jedi council and anyone who would dare say that your love wasn't right.

His kisses would be the symbol of that, genuine, true and open. You wouldn't try to hide your love, no matter what...Because it is pure and beautiful.

Darth Vader :

It was at a time when you thought you could bring back your old Anakin. You had followed Darth Vader in an attempt to make him see reason, but the day he decided to kill the children...that was the day you decided enough was enough.

You stood in his way and gave him an ultimatum.

If he was to hurt them, he would have to step over your cold dead body. You loved him and you knew better than to side with the jedi, but you wouldn't let him kill the kids. It didn't feel right. But, you didn't expect it when he lit his lightsaber and the terrible red hue made the children scream in terror behind you. You stayed put while Darth Vader wondered what he should do with you. Anakin used to be so fond of you, but there was no place for such affection in his heart no longer.

But, you still wanted to try.

You took a step forward and pleaded with tears in your eyes.

"Please, Ani...Don't do this. I love you."

The words he had dreamt of hearing so many times before—mere buzzing in the background of this uncontrollable anger he felt growing inside of him now. You knew words wouldn't be enough, so you raised your hands to gently cup his cheeks and place a tender kiss on his lips. You thought it would be enough, that he would feel your love in this kiss...And, maybe he did.

But, it was far from enough.

"...How dare you ?"

His words cut your breath short as he pushed you away with the force and you landed on the floor, your whole body shaking in pain as he screamed.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THOSE WORDS NOW ?! YOU LET THEM CAST ME ASIDE ! I WAITED SO LONG FOR YOU TO CONFESS THE SAME LOVE I FELT FOR YOU, AND YOU DO IT NOW ?! AND FOR WHO ?! FOR WHAT ?! NOT FOR ME ! TO SAVE THOSE PITIFUL JEDI !"

He raised his hand towards the children huddled together in a corner and you forced yourself to stand up again and stand in front of them.

"They are only children, Ani...Please..."

He saw the desperation in your gaze, but shook his head.

"It's too late, Y/N. You are too late.", he told you and your eyes widened at the clear accusation in his words. He was holding you as responsible for what he had become than the rest. And when his lightsaber raised in the air, you uttered a loud scream of frustration before drawing out your own lightsaber—your two weapons clashed against each other and showed you each other's faces.

You were scared of what you saw in his eyes, and so did he. His eyes softened for just a second at your tear-strained face and the hatred there. You hated that you loved him, you hated that it was too late and most of all, you hated your own powerlessness as you could only watch the love of your life fall into a pit of darkness without you...You wished your heart couldn't see right from wrong, but it did. And this...this was wrong.

"A—!" You tried to talk again, but he turned his head away. Anakin was dead. You should know that. So, why ? Why do you keep holding on to a memory ? But he took a step back and only glared at the children behind you before sighing in defeat.

"Go. Take the children with you. Before I do something I regret."

His voice was cold and commanding. You held back your tears before walking away. You couldn't stay, not if you wanted the children to survive.

"I'll come back for you.", you whispered.

Another empty promise that you both knew there was no way you could hold. But, he still gave you a weak smile and nodded knowingly before the door closed behind you.

"No. You won't..."

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blue-sadie · 5 months

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Blinded By Feelings

Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker

They have feelings for you their enemy

Armitage Hux

He hated you even through he's never met you, he loathed your very being and it only increased when he met you, you were another general that to fought to be the best.

And when you two were together in a meeting or just in passing in the corridors you two would bicker like children over plans or random things that was annoying one of you that day.

He would only realize his feelings when a storm trooper would ask him but he would tell them to shut up and threaten them saying he would throw him into space if he ever spoke something so ridiculous again, but it would cloud his mind days after that.

He would feel disgusted by himself and avoid you by all cost but his efforts went to waste when you come back injured from a mission and he would make it his personal mission to take you to the med bay and scold you at the same time.

"You are stupid as the rebellion if you think you would not get scolded for your actions you could've gotten yourself killed next time at least tell me first so I can get you better storm troopers"

Cal Kestis

You joined the crew way before he did and had a stronger bond with greez and cere he was kinda jealous it wasn't much of a hatred thing he just found you kinda annoying to be around and would avoid being with you.

Every time you tried talking to him he would ignore you or when you saved him countless times he would just give you a forced thank you but nothing more.

The thing that made him notice is that you would start showing up in his dreams more or when he meditates, he'd find it annoying at first but he'd start thinking about you more and more.

He'd start listening and paying more attention to you which not only freaked you out but the other crew members to, during one of the missions he'd actually listen to your ideas instead of shutting you up.

"You have some really good ideas I should've started listening to you sooner, I'm sorry about that by the way I guess I was just jealous of you"

Poe Dameron

You were the rebellions best mechanic and the person that would work on his x-wing without his consent he'd hate it even though it needed to be done, he hates it more when you'd leave sticky notes telling him about the up grades you've done to his ship.

He would complain to Leia about you but she'd just laugh and tell him off because your just doing your job so then he'd come complain directly to you but you'd just ignore him continuing on his next up grade.

He'd have a few people tell him that he probably has a crush on you because of him talking about you so much but what really makes him realize is when he sees you talking to others guys and the jealousy he feels.

When returning from one of his missions his x-wing battered and needing repairs he'd actually come straight to you to ask you to repair it for him.

"I know I found it annoying but I've come to realize your up grades are kinda.... helpful after saving me a few times so what I'm trying to say is I'd like you to continue working on my ship"

Din Djarin

Your were an assassin, killing off the high end people most bounty hunters were afraid to kill, you've also killed a few of his bountys making him pissed.

He's only ever layed eyes on you a few times in crowed bars or a desolate street he doesn't really care about knowing you because why would he get to know his enemy a thief.

He'd only start looking out for you more when you saved him from an ambush you shot his captures in the head and threw him a gun before disappearing again.

He'd be against the idea of ever actually falling for you because of his past experiences but after some more encounters with you he'd would stop you before you vanish again.

"You can reject this offer but I'm still putting it out there, I want you to join me us, it would be alot easier we work together then you stealing my bountys so what do you say"

Anakin Skywalker

You are master windus padowan and the person he's always compared to why can't you be like yn why can't you take after her, it was something he heard almost everyday which makes him hate you.

He hates how kind you are even through his hateful words he spits your way or when you'd sometimes take the fall for one of his stupid plans he never even thanks you.

He like hux only got the realization when you got hurt, you'd taken a hit that was ment for him, the panic he felt as he watched you fall made him snap and kill whoever did it.

He'd spend day and night by your bedside in the medbay pacing back and forth as he tried thinking about his feelings, they'd only calm down when he sees you awake.

"Don't do that ever again do you hear me, you don't deserve to be here especially because of me I should be in this bed instead of you, do you know what you put me through I thought I lost you"

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starlightsearches · 2 months

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Hi Star! Huge congratulations on your 2k milestone - it is so well deserved!!

Could I possibly get "Let's Hear it for the Boy" with our beloved ginger general?

Thank you so much and congrats again!!

Drunk / In Love

Track 3: Let's Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams - Give me a character and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons on how they would want you to show them that you love them.

General Hux x F! Reader / 📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Thanks for the request, my love! Sorry it took me so long!

The idiots from these two stories are back again. Sorry I'm obsessed with them (I'm not sorry at all). Warnings for some minor sexual content and weird consent issues!

Phasma said you were drunk.

What she failed to mention was how—how drunk you were, or how you ended up that way. It was only supposed to be a friendly dinner when Hux first suggested it (and didn't stop suggesting it until Phasma finally gave in).

He thought if you made connections here—even just one—that it might make you more comfortable being with him on this ship, and so far from anything familiar.

Although this might be too familiar.

He reaches the door to Phasma's quarters and they glide open automatically, programmed to recognize his approach. He sees Phasma seated at the table, out of uniform, a smirk playing on her wine-stained mouth.

Armitage is not prepared for the dark flash in his peripherals, or the arms around his neck.

Your embrace frightens him, and that alone is enough to leave him feeling hot, stomach swimming, even when he recognizes your touch on instinct. It has him weak at the knees, just this, has his heart in his throat as all the alarm and panic well up inside him, threatening to spill out.

Then your lips meet his.

There's been a handful of almost-affectionate moments shared between you. The brush of your hand as you wished him goodbye one morning. A kiss on the cheek that missed its target, landing at the edge of his lips.

But nothing like this.

Hux can feel your mouth shift against his, lips turning up at the corners, and the little laugh that passes through them—maybe at the way his hands hang limply at his sides, or the crop of perspiration blooming at his collar from the warmth of your skin, the smell of you. He can't make himself kiss you back, although he wants to.

He really, really wants to.

There's no malice in your eyes when you pull away—Armitage doesn't think you're capable of malice. You smile at him sweetly, taking his hands in both of yours.

"I missed you," you tell him, each word bleeding into the next, eyes half-lidded and hazy from whatever you'd been drinking, "did you miss me?"

"I- uh, yes," he answers—unavoidably honest—his eyes flitting towards Phasma, who's so pleased with herself it practically drips from her, hanging heavier on her shoulders than the armour she usually wears.

A hot anger floods through his stomach, spiked with acrid shame. He doesn’t need any witnesses to his inept attempts at marriage.

Your smile widens, every facet of you bursting with delight knowing that he’s missed you in the hours since you last spoke his name, and then he’s back in your embrace, the sound of sweet laughter in his ear.

He reaches out for something to brace himself on, and finds nothing. It takes everything in him to keep standing.

Armitage peels your arms from around his neck, putting a desperate inch of distance between himself and the press of your body.

"Why don't we let the captain get some rest?" he asks.

Your enthusiasm at the suggestion turns his stomach into knots.

He's able to usher you through the empty halls at a speed just short of a jog, one hand at your waist to keep you from stumbling, and the other wrapped firmly around your wrist to stop any further attempts at touching him.

And, though he can’t puzzle it out just yet—with the warmth of you still against him—he knows something is wrong with you. Something that wine alone could not bring on.

Armitage knows you don’t want him. Not like this.

Yet you practically drag him through the doors of your quarters, mouth planted against his before the mechanical lock whirs into place.

All the desire in him makes him sick—feverish and weak. His body shudders against yours, nerves trying to break through skin at the gentleness of your touch.

“Armitage,” you whine, pouty in a way he’s never heard before—always so polite and obliging when you’re sober, “kiss me back.”

He couldn’t refuse you, even if he wanted to, even though he knows it would be better for both of you—knows the way this memory will torture him endlessly, until the moment he dies. Maybe long after that.

But still, he cups your face in shaking hands, and presses his uncertain lips to yours.

And it’s nothing like all the times he’s thought about this—about taking you, feeling the warmth of your breath mingling with his own, pulling you tight against him with his arm at your waist and kissing, kissing, kissing you, until he tires of the feeling, until he rids himself of all his hideous need to be loved and to be wanted.

It’s nothing like he imagined because he’s terrified. Because he can’t manage to move the ways he wants to, tripping over his feet when you stumble deeper into his chambers. Because his stomach roils at the feel of your tongue against his stubbornly closed mouth, and his arms shake with the need to move, but his hands stay where he placed them, holding hard enough to bruise, pulling you closer with enough force that part of him wonders if he’s hurting you.

And still, your mouth on his, your wandering, eager hands.

The room spins; Armitage’s reason leaves him when his feet lift from the floor, your body underneath him, and below that the cushion of his bed molding you together.

Still kissing. Still you. Your hand, guiding his down the thrumming pulse of your neck, lower. Lower.

Armitage is on the other side of the bed before the thought of how wrong what he has done truly registers, his feet planted and one hand pushing back the fallen strands of his hair.

“Armitage?”

He curses the day you learned his name, curses the ill, vile part of him that wants to go back.

He clears his throat and finds it doesn’t steady him at all.

“You- you should get some rest, I think.”

Your movements are clumsy as you crawl to him on your knees, fighting against the thick bedspread and the fabric of your skirt. There’s a little huff on your lips when you reach him, eyes big and wide and brimming with glistening tears.

“Why don’t you want me?” you whisper, and tears well up to their breaking point, slipping down your cheeks.

Fuck. He wants to touch you, and knows it’s a terrible idea, palms aching beneath the leather he wears and hates—now more than ever when it keeps him from you. His hand reaches out against his will, hovering just out of reach of your skin and the tears he can’t manage to wipe away because, once again, he is the cause of all your suffering.

“You’re- you’re drunk, darling. You’ll feel better if you just-”

“No,” you tell him, pushing his hand away with your own, “why don’t you want me ever?”

Oh, gods. Armitage recoils like you’ve slapped him, the sting of those words and what they mean destroying everything—every moment he’s agonized over since he first saw you and knew you had to be his.

“You . . . you can’t possibly believe that.”

You nod your head, fists curled at your sides petulantly, and your stubbornness would make him laugh, if it weren’t so sad.

“I do,” he whispers, then swallows, reaching for your hand. You let him take it. It gives him something to look at, watching your elegant fingers intertwine with his. “I do, but I—”

How much of this will you remember? Even now, the idea of revealing this soft, vulnerable part of him strikes fear into his very core, has him wishing he could run, wishing he could escape the way your eyes flay him wide open.

Your hand against his chest, he can feel his own heartbeat meet the shapes of your fingertips, molding to you. Armitage meets your gaze, and as frightening as it is, there’s no part of him that could deny how deeply he craves it.

“Please forgive me,” he stutters, and there aren't words for him to explain everything he needs to, just the truth. “I am—oh, gods—I am a ruinous man.”

He watches you, the muscles working in your jaw, the way your brows pull together, examining him, weighing the assessment of himself that he’s offered to you.

“No,” you tell him, “no you’re not.”

He thinks you might kiss him again, as close as you are. Close enough for him to count each of your lashes, map the constellations you’ve hidden in your eyes.

You drop to the mattress instead, and the look you give him has him holding back a laugh, the mix of stubbornness and grudging deference that has Armitage wondering how hard it’s been for you to play at obedience in your union.

“You should change,” he tells you, just resting on the edge of the bed, “you’ll be more comfortable.”

It’s easier to talk to you when you’re like this. It has Armitage feeling like he’s the one intoxicated, and he is, in a way. Because what if this is your most honest self?

He didn’t think you could make him love you any deeper, but you’ve managed.

“Don’t care,” you mumble into the pillows, trying to brush him away with a waving hand. He takes it in his own.

“You’ll ruin your dress.”

There’s a look of intense focus on your face, and he wonders if you’ll refuse again. Maybe you don’t care about the dress either, although Armitage would be disappointed. It’s one of his favorites from your incredibly extensive wardrobe—a beautiful black and cream confection that always catches his eye.

But you shift instead, turning to look up at him. “Kiss me.”

Stars, not again. Not now, when the weakest parts of him are so palpable. “I- I don’t-”

You flop into a sitting position, hold a single finger up between your faces.

“One kiss,” you concede, “okay?”

He nods, despite himself. You wait patiently for his approach, still and hardly breathing through your parted lips as he slides closer. Armitage keeps his eyes open, and so do you, heavy as they are, watching the distance between your faces fade into nothing.

It’s not like the other times he’s kissed you, although all but one had happened only a few moments ago. You let him set the pace, his lips just barely brushing your own, a sigh bubbling up from deep inside his lungs. He can only offer a little more pressure before he’s lightheaded again, little bursts of light dancing across his vision.

He pulls back from what could hardly be called a kiss, and waits for your disappointment, for your insistence that he try again, that there must be something more, or better, that he’s kept from you.

Armitage doesn’t want you to know that there’s nothing else to hope for.

You don’t say a word about it though. Just flop your arms out in front of you, waiting, satisfied in your demands.

“Help me.”

And it passes like that, with more bribes in the form of barely-there presses of his lips to yours—a kiss for you to raise your arms as he slips something soft and oversized over your head, a kiss for you to clumsily remove the dress from underneath. A kiss to get you to leave him for a moment while he changed into his own night clothes after you’d begged and begged for him to spend the night beside you, and a kiss upon his return.

It feels like a lifetime of kisses to Armitage. He doesn’t know what that number would be for anyone else, but you’ve certainly exceeded it for him. He could die in his sleep tonight and have more than he ever deserved.

And now you’re curled up beside him a hand at his waist, your head on his chest. Armitage breathes, but only barely, hoping he won’t wake you.

The tension drains from him, his body the closest it’s been to relaxed in ages. He wonders if he should ask Phasma to invite you to dinner again.

He hopes the next time he kisses you, you'll be sober enough to remember it.

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mypoisonedvine · 11 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

"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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kaminokatie · 7 months

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Armitage Hux Dating Headcannons

Synopsis - General Armitage Hux dating headcannons.

Warnings - SFW/NSFW.

Word Count -

[Caffeinate Me]

SFW:

: ̗̀➛ At first, Armitage Hux was weary of you… Scared almost. After all, you were the sister of Kylo Ren. You shared many similarities with your brother, was bad temperament one of them?

: ̗̀➛ Despite this, you consistently tried to show him that you weren’t a threat to him or his rank in the First Order. Alas, Armitage always kept a close eye on you from a distance.

: ̗̀➛ One day, your brother and Armitage were engaged in a heated argument, one that had ended in Kylo force choking the ginger general, leading him to hang a few feet off the ground and pawing desperately at his throat.

: ̗̀➛ Upon seeing the commotion from across the room, you quickly ran to Hux’s aid, pushing your brothers hand away and causing him to lose concentration. Hux fell from his spot in the air and onto his knees, quickly looking between you and Kylo Ren.

: ̗̀➛ Unimpressed with your stunt, your brother stormed off in a huff leaving you alone with Hux who quickly averted his gaze from your form.

: ̗̀➛ “You helped me?” He said, he questioned. His voice was full of surprise.

: ̗̀➛ “Why wouldn’t I?” You asked, holding your hand out to help him to his feet.

: ̗̀➛ “I never thought you would go against your brother like that,” was all he said in response before taking your hand and standing to his feet.

: ̗̀➛ When his hand touched yours, he felt an instant connection. One he never thought he’d feel from anybody. It shocked him so much, he immediately let go of your hand. You frowned at him but didn’t press the matter.

: ̗̀➛ From that day, Armitage Hux felt differently about you. He couldn’t deny that when you thought about the day you had saved him from your brother's rage, his heartbeat quickened. Your answer to his question of why you had saved him had sent his head into a spiral; why had you saved him?

: ̗̀➛ Armitage Hux kept a closer eye on you from across the bridge. Watching as you worked with your colleagues, the red lightsaber on your hilt seemingly unused since he had met you.

: ̗̀➛ It was a few days after and you had decided to approach Hux.

: ̗̀➛ “How are you feeling?” You asked him, hand reaching out to touch his shoulder comfortingly.

: ̗̀➛ He tensed up at your reaction and moved away, clearing his throat. “Better.”

: ̗̀➛ You were confused but didn’t press the matter, just giving him a quick smile before returning to your post.

: ̗̀➛ Armitage Hux found himself falling for you quickly after your limited interactions. His heart continued to beat faster when you were near and he found himself watching you more and more on the bridge.

: ̗̀➛ He felt an unpleasant feeling in his stomach when he saw you talking to male co-workers, one he knew was jealousy. He wasn’t sure how to quell his jealousy however.

: ̗̀➛ He still kept his distance from you for a while longer.

: ̗̀➛ “You’ve been acting weird,” you say to Hux one day.

: ̗̀➛ He looks around to see the two of you were alone. He stammers his words out, throat dry from nerves. “I am?”

: ̗̀➛ “You are,” you say bluntly. “Why?”

: ̗̀➛ Hux shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

: ̗̀➛ You raise your arm to use the force and Hux flinches, thinking he’s about to get force choked when suddenly, he feels you in his mind. You're rifling through all his personal thoughts, and you see yourself. When you’re finished probing his mind, you drop your arm and looked at him in bewilderment.

: ̗̀➛ “You like me?” You asked, stunned.

: ̗̀➛ Hux stayed silent as you circled him, confusion evident in your eyes.

: ̗̀➛ “You like me?” You repeated.

: ̗̀➛ Hux still remained silent, but nodded his head. You grinned and stopped circling him once you reached his front.

: ̗̀➛ “I like you too, General,” you smirked.

: ̗̀➛ There was an unspoken romantic relationship between the two of you from that day on. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It was… Nice.

: ̗̀➛ At first, nobody knew about your relationship. It was kept quiet. Hux would invite you to his quarters during the ‘night’ so the two of you could have some quality time together. You would sit and talk about the events of the day, discuss First Order plans and talk about yourself.

: ̗̀➛ Hux loved to listen to you speak. Your voice was a comfort for him. He could listen to you talk all day about the most miniscule of things.

: ̗̀➛ Always sent gifts to your quarters to let you know that he was thinking of you when he couldn’t be with you.

: ̗̀➛ Would always admire you from across the bridge. Watching the way you interacted with your brother, calming him down when things got a little too heated.

: ̗̀➛ Your first kiss happened on a date night in his quarters. You were both laying on his bed watching a movie on his holopad when all of a sudden Hux grabbed your hand. You weren’t startled by his action, just confused. But he pulled you closer so you were hovering over him, staring into each other's eyes.

: ̗̀➛ He searched your eyes for any signs of uncomfort before pressing his lips to yours softly in the most brain-melting kiss you had ever had.

: ̗̀➛ Your brother is the first to find out. Probing Hux’s mind to find out why he has been acting so differently lately. In his mind, he sees the two of you getting hot and heavy in a make-out session.

: ̗̀➛ Kylo see’s red. He automatically chokes Hux (once again) to get more information out of him. And yet again, you come to his aid.

: ̗̀➛ “What is the meaning of this?” Kylo snaps as you help Hux off the ground.

: ̗̀➛ “The meaning of what?” You snap back. Your brother holds his unlit lightsaber close, ready to ignite it at a moment's notice.

: ̗̀➛ “You and him!” He says, venom dripping from his tongue.

: ̗̀➛ “I love him, Kylo,” you say back.

: ̗̀➛ Hux jaw drops. The two of you had never said you love each other before. So to hear you say it for the first time, and to your brother of all people, it made his heart soar.

: ̗̀➛ “I love her too,” Hux whimpers, his throat hoarse and dry.

: ̗̀➛ Once again, Kylo storms off in a huff. He can’t believe you and Hux are together.

: ̗̀➛ Hux will propose to you very early on. He knows you’re the one for him and won’t let you slip away from him. Of course, you say yes.

: ̗̀➛ Wedding plans are swift and relatively easy. Hux takes care of almost everything, giving you the perfect wedding you had always dreamt of.

: ̗̀➛ People of the First Order are surprisingly happy for the two of you, offering their congratulations in the hallway and on the bridge as the two of you walk side-by-side.

NSFW:

: ̗̀➛ Hux is a virgin, 100%.

: ̗̀➛ Will be nervous about your first time, and will constantly be thinking about it. What if he messes up somehow? What if he hurts you by accident?

: ̗̀➛ You initiate the first time during a heavy make-out session. You kiss down his neck, undoing the shirt of his uniform as you trail your lips further down. When you reach the waistband of his trousers, Hux is breathing heavily. You look up to see his eyes are closed and his lips are parted ever so slightly. You undo his trousers and pull out his heavy cock, licking the tip and earning a shiver from the general above you. You give him a quick blowjob, it’s so quick you wonder if he was even satisfied but he was the one that pulled your head away with whines that he was gonna cum if you carried on.

: ̗̀➛ Your first time was slow and sweet. You were on top, taking control and showing Hux what you liked and where you liked it. He listened to every word you said, ingraining it into his memory so that he would remember for next time.

: ̗̀➛ He cums quick, but not too quick that you were unsatisfied.

: ̗̀➛ From that day on Hux will take you whenever he wants, wherever he wants. In the middle of a shift? Meet him in a supply closet. At night? Come to his room sweetheart, he’ll take care of you.

: ̗̀➛ Has a fantasy about fucking you on the bridge. Maybe one day the two of you can make it happen.

: ̗̀➛ Favourite position is doggy. He loves being able to see your arse bounce when he thrusts into you. There’s something about it that sends him absolutely feral. Especially when he paws at your tits and feels them bouncing from the force of his pounding.

: ̗̀➛ He enjoys being dominant in the bedroom. He loves having power over you, telling you what to do etc etc. However, when you bring up the idea of you being in control for one night, he thinks about it.

: ̗̀➛ At first, he was weary about being submissive, but after he realised he thoroughly enjoyed it. He loved letting you use him like a toy to get off however you wanted to get off.

: ̗̀➛ Therefore he’s a switch. Sometimes he’s dominant and sometimes he’s submissive.

: ̗̀➛ At the end of the day, Hux uses sex to show you how much he loves you. Always taking care of you afterwards and making sure that you’re happy and content.

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angelofthenight · 1 year

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Rey: You’re so quiet and laidback, why go for Hux who’s so loud and fiery?

You: Someone gotta tell the waiter I ordered mashed potatoes and it ain’t gon be me

#source: twitter #general hux x reader #armitage hux x reader #general hux #hux x reader #armitage hux #incorrect quotes #reader insert #star wars #star wars incorrect quotes #incorrect star wars quotes #rey skywalker

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queen-of-elves · 1 year

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Getting caught cuddling with General Hux and taking the blame saying you were the one being clingy but really it was him lol the man is like a needy cat and the purring (smooching noises) gave you away

you can honestly go in any direction you want with this. i just thought it'd be a fun lil idea to base off

Getting caught

A/ N: I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOOU!! I am telling you Hux is always going to be this soft and touch starved man that I adore plus I am in my Hux era obsession so this request was soooo sooooooo perfect

A/N 2.0: I also made it so that their relationship was not official yet hopefully that’s no problem

Word count: over 1.8K

Warning: affection?? Lol and cursing as always, also not proofread

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General Armitage Hux was a man of strict discipline and undeniable loyalty to the First Order, you have admired these qualities of his since the first day you had the luck to be under his command. There was just something so interesting about him which exceeded even beyond him becoming one of the youngest generals in the First Order history. So it made you a one lucky individual when he set his eyes on you.

You really hoped his secretive glances were interpreted by others as an angry stare at a subordinate or just his regular cold and stern glare because today was awfully full of these glances. It was a miracle that no one has yet figured out this weird arrangement between the two of you. No, you were not dating, at least none of you verbally stated it. But by the time the two of you had already made out in a random maintenance room or closet for the second time that week it was obvious. Something was cooking between the two of you and obviously keeping it secret as much as was humanly possible was an unsaid rule.

It would be a lie to say you knew exactly how it all started. You just knew that one thing led to another and you and the handsome general Hux ended up passionately kissing in one of the empty corridors of the Finalizer. But this all is a tale for another day.

This time it wouldn’t be any different, you were following the commanding officer throughout the left part of the flagship’s corridor and discussing the next plans after the last mission. Nothing out of ordinary, just a normal conversation in the middle of the day, you were afterall one of the main strategists on the flagship in the command of Armitage Hux so it was expected of you to have frequent interactions with him. However, today felt very different to you, if you didn’t count the stares throughout the day, Armitage was still acting jittery and unconcentrated which was highly unlike him.

Did something happen?

You couldn’t help but feel concern for the wellbeing of your general. In fact you were so lost in your thoughts over it, you haven’t even realized that you have just confirmed a false statement about one of the missions from last week. And then it happened again and again, discussion containing false information soon turned into one about even nonexistent missions planned for the next few days. A confusion slowly crept on your face, did you prepare data for the wrong missions?

What is he talking about?

And then it hit you. He was furiously looking behind you, checking the corridor before spinning on his heel and glancing down the other side of the hall. You two were the only one or so it seemed since you couldn’t hear any steps or talking except for Hux who was still going on about the fake mission. When his inspection of the hall was done and he seemed fairly satisfied, snatching your hand and dragging you to the door of what you deemed to be some sort of maintenance room was the next step in his plan.

So before you could react properly he smashed the lock on the side of the door causing the door to open widely and pushed you in. You had no time to even recognize what the room actually contained before the door closed behind the both of you, plugging you into a darkness. It took a bit for your eyes to adjust and it also got worse when he placed his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. You couldn’t make out any specific details of his face but he still looked so handsome to you.

Armitage truly was a being above all in your eyes, handsome, disciplined and incredibly smart, too smart for his own good sometimes and this man, this stupidly handsome man was now kissing you. His hands rested on your cheeks and lips on yours and you felt once again as in ecstasy, just like you were drug to him, he was to you.

He slowly backed you to the nearest wall until your back hit it and then it all really started. His kisses went across your whole face, starting at a temple on one side, stopping momentarily to kiss you furiously and ending at the jaw across before he gave himself the time to properly breathe. This was what you loved about kissing with him, how out of breath he would get, it was as if he couldn’t get enough of you and it made you feel eternal.

There was nothing explicitly sexual about this, nothing beyond simple makeout, no great sinful desire at least this time. And if there was anything in it, it was all about comfort, the comfort you brought to him and you could feel it radiate from him. He needed the comfort you provided, that only you could provide.

This time he nudged his face into the croak of your neck and inhaled slowly while squeezing you in a tight hug as if he was afraid you would turn into mist and disappear from his arms.

With Hux it wasn’t just about the kissing, the cuddling was also very prominent and you were pretty sure oftentimes Armitage enjoyed the cuddling much more than he would ever admit. At this point in his life this man was just beyond touch starved and if he would let you, you would give him hugs any time he wanted. It made you so happy to see him smile after every quick kiss or just slight touch of hands that got unnoticed by others. You truly loved making him happy and it felt like he was on the same note with you.

Armitage was also decently vocal, actually he was the most vocal guy you have ever been with, you noticed it the first time the two of you made out in his office. The little moans that escaped his mouth and oh my, you would be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t enjoy every second of the sound he would make. Whenever it was caused by you hugging him or kissing the hell out of him.

His mouth felt like it was everywhere, that HE was everywhere and you couldn’t get enough of it. Armitage’s hand moved from your shoulder to your hip while the other sneaked on the small of your back, gripping the hip and bringing you again so close you could hardly breathe. Both of your chests were now touching but even without his mouth touching you, you felt the excitement accumulating between your bodies.

You have now noticed his vibrant red hair all out of place, you quite liked the disheveled look on him, and the buttons of his uniform sat loose, he must have unfasten some of them while he dragged you to this room and in between the kisses. But instead of kissing you again he nuzzled his face into your neck again while humming slowly. He was contend, purring like a cat onto your neck and chest. You hope for this moment to never end, to just simply cuddle him until you die.

However, the whole moment shattered with the heavy door sliding open with a long whoosh sound. The both of you stood frozen for agonizingly long, hoping whoever opened the door would either not notice you, which was very unlikely considering you were an eyesore in the now lit room, or pretend to not notice you. In those excruciatingly drawn-out seconds you have noticed a blush creeping on Armitage's face but even that image ripped out of your mind by a stammering voice of a much more embarrassed officer.

“I-I am so sor-rry, SIR. I d-din’t know that- I heard a we-weird sound and I thought-” Oh god, the two of you must have been really loud if they could hear you through the door. And on top of that you were pretty sure that officer wouldn’t keep his tongue behind their teeth after what they saw.

“Get OUT!” Armitage's voice echoed through the room silencing the officer.

You couldn’t see his face, his silhouette was illuminated by the hall's light still present in the room after the officer just ran for his life, leaving the door open. And there was a certainty the officer wouldn’t escape the punishment Armitage was already making in that smart head of his.

When he finally turned to you, you could see his face seeping red, the tips of his ears caressed with blush just like his cheeks and neck. He wasn’t looking at you, instead his wide eyes rested a few meters before your feet on the metal floor. Half of his face was obscured by his left hand which was holding his mouth in a tight grip. If it weren’t for the blush you would have thought he was contemplating his life choices or maybe he really was and maybe this was it. You knew Armitage was a man of a great reputation and to taint it with a flirt with one of his subordinates was unforgivable.

“I hoped it wouldn’t get out so soon.” A stoic mask was placed again on his face, the one he sported when he commanded on the bridge, when he was back in his role, unforgiving and with no mercy for failure. You did enjoy seeing him like that, full of pride and in his element but you also enjoyed how he would hold your hand while kissing your cheeks softly. The duality of this man surely would be the death of you one day and maybe this was the day.

“It seems it’s official then-” Your voice interrupted him.“What’s official?” Your heart was pounding so hard against your rib cage you were afraid it might leave bruises, you were too nervous to care for formalities now. This could be either exciting news or a soul crushing one.

“Us, obviously.” He stated, while he still hasn't noticed your nervous expression and your eyes following his every move before the realization came crashing down on you.

Oh.

This time you could hear the heavy steps, it obviously wasn’t an officer, probably a stormtrooper but you still didn’t expect Phasma, the stormtrooper captain, to appear in the still open door, her stare unrecognized by you thanks to her helmet, causing Armitage to turn his back on you again.

“Captain Phasma, I apologize it’s my fault I-” This time it was your general interrupting you.

“Yes, your choice of location to inform me of classified information is-,” Armitage turned back to you, shooting you an unidentifiable look,“ maybe next time choose my office. People could get the wrong idea, officer.” It seemed to be the end of the conversation or at least Phasma deemed it as one since she turned ready to leave while informing general Hux of new details about her mission. However, before both of them could exit the room you caught Armitage shooting you a smirk.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered with a small smile painted on your lips.

Oh god, that man was truly going to be the death of you.

#armitage hux x reader #star wars fanfiction #general hux x you #general hux x reader #domhnall gleeson x reader #isa writes #request answered #anon ask

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moonlightshaiku · 9 months

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Kissing Hux

In everything Hux does he goes for the jugular, and kissing is no different.

He loves giving special attention to your neck, so much so, that you have to be on guard lest anything is left in his wake.

He's less sweet and more "begrudgingly and tiredly affectionate", so anything that's sweet and/or soft is probably prior to caf or in the name of comfort.

He usually kisses close-mouthed. Biting occasionally, but he'll never use his tongue unless his partner initiates.

He'll hold on to your face or shoulders in a stern grip, pressing his body to yours. Hux runs rather cold, but due to his uniform layers, is warm to the touch. His neck is always warm and ruddy, hands cold and pale.

As soon as Hux steps out of the shuttle, hair mussed, he's in front of you. It's night, and the hangar is relatively empty, so he gathers your face in his hands.

Kylo climbs out of the shuttle behind him, ragged and dirt-covered, mask off. He rolls his eyes, boots clicking on the ground as he steps away from you both, giving you privacy.

As soon as Kylo is out of sight, Hux breathes. "Maker." He presses a kiss to your jaw, then to the corner of your lips.

You interrupt the inevitable, "I missed you," with your lips, and he reciprocates eagerly. He pulls himself closer to you as you kiss, he smells like sweat and his cologne. He's a bit too warm, you wonder why.

Once he's pressed firmly to you, he grabs your hair, pulling your head back slowly. He presses a kiss to your neck over your uniform, breath hot on the underside of your chin.

#hux x reader #armitage hux #armitage hux x reader #hux x you #general hux x reader #kylo ren #kylo definitely wants to join ngl #he probably will in other fics

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raparopa · 9 months

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Hello! May I request general hux with a resistance reader who saves him like he's all bleeding out and dieing but the reader comes along and scoops him up to patch him up for whatever reason maybe they know he's the spy or smth? Anyway have a good day and take care of yourself :)

-🍷

a/n: I am very happy to write about star wars))) thanks for the request! Looking forward to more posts from you guys!

warnings: language (?), mention of blood and violence, reader's POV, I don't know what first order prison cells look like

pairing: Armitage Hux x fem!resistance!reader

hux! hux?

All I found was blood running from my lip and dripping onto the floor of the cell the First Order put me in. In fact, there was nothing surprising in the fact that I was in captivity. When you fight for freedom, you prepare yourself for the fact that sooner or later you will have to give up your life or freedom for your goal.

They needed someone who has information, well, and in addition, someone who knows Rey and her plans (apparently for Kylo Ren's personal purposes, each time he can get it as he can).

I wiped the blood from my face with my palm and found scarlet spots on the skin. I've been in possession for so long that I've already lost track of time. But it was better than facing endless interrogations and forceful methods again. In order not to go crazy, I count the scratches on the seemingly safe walls of my cell and have almost reached a hundred ...

Out of my field of vision, hurried, ragged steps were heard, as if my unexpected guest doubted his actions. I was filled with curiosity, but I didn't move, only peering out of the corner of my eye at the metal that had replaced the wall that opened onto the corridor. But my brain suddenly flashed when something red flashed behind the wall. I turned my head too, extremely sharply when I realized who exactly disturbed my prison peace.

Hux.

Hux!

Hux?

The First Order general stood in front of the door that led to the cell, his face haughty and his chin held high. My brows furrowed as soon as I saw him. He was alone, unguarded, and not even Phasma was around. The corridor was completely empty, only two sides of the same war face to face, separated this time only by an iron grid of bars.

Something was clearly wrong, and you didn't have to be Force sensitive to feel it.

-You,- he said harshly to me. -Come here immediately.

I raised my eyebrows, amazed at the turn of events.

-For what? -I said with a stupid smile. -To what? He grinned viciously, quickly turning his head to the sides, surveying the corridor.

-Get over here quickly, Y/L!- he hissed angrily through his teeth, inaudibly hitting the iron with his fist.

The smile immediately disappeared from my face, and I cautiously got up from the bunk, striding over the distance between them, cautiously pushing my shoulder forward, as if for an attack.

-Closer! You want the entire First Order to run? Stupid revolutionary...!

-Yes, I’m coming!”-I interrupted his angry tirade and slid closer to the grate, crossing my arms over my chest. -What owes such close attention to the general personally?

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my outburst.

- What, the sadistic vein woke up? Came to take another session of torture? I said that I...

-I'm a spy.

I froze in mid-sentence, interrupted by his sharp, like a shot, statement, and my hands fell like those of a weak-willed rag doll.

-What?- I blurted out involuntarily.

-I'm a spy! How many more times do you have to say it before it gets to your rebel head? I am a spy for the First Order.

My face stretched and my stomach twisted into a tight tube as my mind frantically processed what it had just said and the full meaning finally dawned on me.

-It can not be...

-May be.

-But why?! How so?! - I had a hundred questions and a hundred words spinning on my tongue, but I managed to say only this, and that, with great difficulty. Hux chuckled, eyes flashing.

-I don't care who wins - the Resistance or the First Order, I want Kylo Ren to lose.

-Kriff…- I breathed. Armitage Hux was a fucking traitor, the one who sent data to the Resistance, helped us all along. It couldn't even be called a dream, more like a hallucination, a mirage that caused the hot sun if I was on Tatooine now.

-That changes everything... That's all...- I almost suffocated from everything that was happening. -Kriff...- I looked up at him, thinking that I would find at least a hint that he was lying, but at the mention of Kylo Ren, his face was contorted with such anger that there was no doubt left - he had just confessed to me that he was spying for the Resistance. -And now what? How can I use this information?

Hux lifted his chin again.

- I have data that will be useful to the Resistance. I will give them to you, and you will give them to your general.

-I don’t know if it’s noticeable or not,- I giggled nervously, leaning my shoulder against the cold wall. - But I'm still in the cell. I'm in prison. And a little shocked, but that doesn't matter. Now I wanted to laugh out loud, loud enough for the whole galaxy to hear. Kriff, Poe, and Finn will rip me to the bone if they find out!

Hux rolled his eyes in annoyance again.

- I'll help you leave so that you pay the least attention to yourself and make the least noise. As you usually do, children of Leia.

I thought.

-Why do you think I'll believe you, red-headed bastard?- I said low and softly, staring fixedly at his painfully pale face. He curled his lips arrogantly.

-Don't think. You have no other choice, rebel scum. Well, do you just rot here.

x x x

Surprisingly, this red-haired trickster kept his word and pulled me out of the cell. True, of course, damn it, it didn’t work out without noise, and we drew attention to ourselves. Both. And now Hux was called not a spy, but a traitor and a deserter.

I picked up the stunned stormtrooper's new blaster as I fired at the others around the corner. There was nothing left before the cherished ship, here they are, the cherished couple of meters to my freedom, a little more, and I will again be able to breathe deeply.

I pulled the trigger on the blaster again, glare flickered down the hallway. I saw that somewhere, among the stormtroopers, Hux was flickering - he was darting about in a black-orange spot against the background of light armor and it was hard not to notice him, but he worried me the least while I was fighting for my life again. My eyes were covered with a scarlet veil of excitement and hatred, while the blaster in my hands heated up, and the soldiers remained less and less. Somewhere I heard a loud exclamation, and a strange, dull thud, but I did not pay attention, jumping out from around the corner and removing the rest of the obstacles from the horizon, making my way to the ships.

I looked at every centimeter I passed—quickly, but quickly, adrenaline filled my limbs with unprecedented lightness, blood pounded in my ears, and then my eyes opened and closed several times.

-what, you got shot?- I asked for some reason, as if it was not obvious from Hux, who was pinned to the wall, and a pool of blood near him.

He didn't answer, just looking at me in fear.

-Kriff…- I muttered, shoving the Imperial blaster into my belt. -Where to?-Where is the injury?

He shook his head and I saw how his uniform was smoking in the area of the left shoulder.

-Well, how is it ... - for some reason, I escaped with regret. -Give me a hand. I extended my hand to him.

-Go away,- he fished out a block with information from his pocket with great difficulty and jabbed it at my shoulder.

This made me angry. For some reason I wanted to help him stay alive, he would have died anyway, if I had left him here, he would either bleed out or be shot before I got to the base.

Why am I thinking about this?

I'm sure it's only because he pulled me out of the cell.

Only because of this.

I'm sure.

- And he said that I was a fool, - with an unprecedented force for myself, I grabbed his collar of a black uniform and pulled it towards me, putting the already former general on his feet. Hux immediately hunched over, almost collapsing. -Give at least a modicum of effort so I can help!- I barked at him.

He gave me a wild look, but complied, wrapping his good arm around me like a lifeline.

-You would have been killed here anyway, but at least there is a small chance that you will live longer ...- I muttered to myself under my breath, dragging him along with me. - I'm sure Leia will be very ... glad ...

-She'll kill me.- He protested weakly.

-She won’t kill you,- I drawled. -Other guys are doing this in the Resistance. Moreover, we value guys like you, well, who know a lot about the rear of the enemy. - The power slowly began to leave me, but there was not much left. -Besides, from our base it is much more interesting to watch the defeat of Kylo Ren than dangerously close to him.

Hux mumbled something incomprehensibly, hobbling, trying to echo my heavy steps. Probably agreed. How strange.

x x x

The troughs of the First Order weren't as disgusting as I had previously thought. The general collapsed on another seat, sighing as if he was about to split into two. The ship jumped into hyperspace and I jumped out of my pilot's seat, grabbing my first aid kit.

-Come on, taking off your tunic.-I ordered, and Hux immediately stopped dragging out his extreme drama, again looking at me in fear.

-You look like I haven’t seen naked men.- I grunted, sitting on the floor. -Come on, come on, I’ll treat you, General Hux.

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girl-next-door-writes · 4 months

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Across The Universe

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: In the freezing temperatures of Starkiller Base, Armitage Hux finds warmth in the most surprising place.

Word Count: 1087 word

Prompt: Mutual pining, putting your head on their shoulder. “I’ll keep you warm.”

A/N: This is the sixth of my Build-A-Festive-Fics so thank you to the utterly brilliant @ourstaturestouchtheskies who put these prompts together for my absolute favourite ginger General.

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On the coldest night of the year within the icy confines of the Starkiller Base, General Armitage Hux was relentlessly pacing through the corridors. His mind, a battleground of duty and the persistent pressure to deliver tangible results, left little room for distractions. The crisp scent of pine hung in the air, accompanied by the delicate strains of festive music echoing through the base. While the galaxy reveled in winter festivals. It had not escaped him what time of year it was, how many winter festivals were being celebrated across the galaxy, but he did not have time for such frivolity, he had responsibilities.

Armitage continued his pacing, the resounding echo of his boots a solitary cadence in the deserted corridors of the Base. The stark, cold environment seamlessly mirrored his demeanor as he wrestled with the weight of his duties. A background of white noise enveloped him, made up of the faint hum of machinery and sporadic echoes of troopers engaged in their duties, and Armitage fought this unsettling feeling that lingered deep within him – the sense that something was missing.

As he continued to allow his feet to guide him, memories of his childhood surfaced – memories of biting winds that heralded the shift from rain to snow had always seemed somehow enchanting, as if they were about to usher in some sort of magic. Of winters on Arkanis where the bitter cold was harsh, but his father expectations were harsher. Armitage shook off the wistful nostalgia that threatened to envelop him, resolute in reminding himself that sentimentality had no place within the rigid confines of the First Order.

Coming to a halt by a vast viewport, Hux directed his gaze towards the frigid expanse of the base, where snow-draped plains stretched endlessly, reaching as far as the eye could discern. The stark beauty of the frozen world served as an unyielding reminder of the formidable might wielded by the First Order. However, it also mirrored the profound isolation he experienced—a leader shouldering the formidable burden of command.

The festive music wafting through the halls caught his attention once more, possibly because it was a stark contrast to the seriousness of his surroundings. Someone, perhaps trying to inject a bit of holiday cheer into the atmosphere, had decided to celebrate despite the grim circumstances. Hux scowled at the thought, finding it distracting, somebody would be getting a reprimand for such behaviour.

He couldn't afford to be distracted, none of them could. The Starkiller Base was a weapon of unimaginable destruction, and its success was paramount. This project was Hux's magnum opus, a testament to his leadership within the First Order. Its success would prove his father wrong, that Armitage was worth more than just infantry fodder. The Resistance posed a threat, and every decision he made carried consequences for the entire galaxy. Duty, not merriment, was his priority. It had to be.

You had been wandering the base, your mind restless for reasons you couldn’t discern. Abruptly, your steps ceased as the imposing figure of your General materialized, his silhouette etched against the unforgiving evening sky. You had always admired the man–his resolute determination and steadfast commitment to the First Order were both intimidating and commendable. Yet, beneath the icy and calculated exterior, you sensed a vulnerability that was intriguing. The enigmatic interplay of strength and vulnerability within the General drew you closer until you stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking out over the landscape.

“General Hux,” you greeted, your voice soft and calm.

"Officer," Hux acknowledged, inclining his head slightly. His gaze flickered to you, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second as he fought to compose himself. Recently, he had found being in your presence… challenging.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, both gazing out at the vast expanse of snow-covered terrain. The chill in the air seemed to intensify, and Hux couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down his spine, although he was not certain that was due to the temperature rather than your proximity.

"Cold, isn't it?" you remarked, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

Hux nodded, "Indeed." Internally, he berated himself for such a mundane response. Was he truly going to engage in small talk about the weather?

A subtle smile graced your lips, your features softening in the gentle glow of the evening. "Sometimes, it's okay to take a moment for yourself, General. You are allowed to have fun, on occasion."

Raising an eyebrow, Hux's usual stern expression softened as he regarded you briefly before straightening and returning his focus to the snowy panorama. "I have no time for frivolities."

“You might be surprised, General. Sometimes, it is the moments we least expect that bring us the most joy. Even you deserve a little respite from the unwavering duty.” You said softly, your arm brushing against his.

Armitage was taken aback by your proximity, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he found himself inexplicably drawn to your warmth, his shoulders relaxing as if his entire body had released a great breath. His leather clad fingers brushed against the back of yours in a bold move he was uncertain of.

A small smile played on his lips as he felt your fingers slip between his, a silent admission that his advances were welcomed. He was about to say something more when he sensed your head gently resting on his shoulder. Suddenly, he felt like that small boy back on Arkanis, smiling at the shifting of the harsh winds, eagerly awaiting the magic that promised to blow into his life.

Another shiver ran through his body, and this time he was certain it had nothing to do with the drop in temperature.

"I'll keep you warm, General," you whispered so softly Hux was not entirely certain you had spoken.

For a fleeting moment, Hux's typically rigid demeanor wavered, and he permitted himself to relish the unexpected comfort. The two of you stood side by side in companionable silence, simply observing the delicate descent of snowflakes. In that hushed interlude, amid the cold and the chaos, General Armitage Hux unearthed a warmth that, he seemed to have been searching for his entire life.

#Armitage Hux #Armitage Hux x reader #build a festive fic #gndw fic

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kingdomhate · 6 months

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Accidently Hurting You Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: You both were in a heated argument, about how Kylo needed to take more time for himself. At first, he seemed calm and gentle about it, but he progressively got more and more impatient, eventually raising his voice at you. But were you frightened? No. Not even close. You were determined to get him to see your side and you were going to do that by any means necessary.

However, as he got more aggressive and demanding, you had barely any time to react before he pushed you. You yelp slightly, and fall backward. Squeezing your eyes shut and attempting to break your fall. But as your head hit the tile and Kylo finally realized what he had done... he was terrified. Apologetic, regretful. He picked you up in his arms and held you to his chest while cursing himself vigorously as he used the bond between you two to sense if you were alright. Once he was a thousand percent you were alright, he laid you down and let you rest. Cuddling very close to you, peppering your neck, check and whatever else he can reach with slow, apologetic and gentle kisses.

Armitage Hux: He was mad, what could he say? He was not in control, he was overcome with rage, practically radiating energy that screamed he was capable of killing anyone, you could barely comprehend it. But alas, you approached him. Why? Because you loved him. You had asked him twice what the problem was and he ignored you. Dismissing you as if you were a mere fly.

And now, in the shared quarters of his and yours, you decided to actually bring it up. Your words were sweet, coaxing and motherly, as if speaking to a child. Of course, Armitage was more keen to being spoken to as an adult, a superior. And that must've been the reason why he let you fall after jerking his arm away from you a little too fast, warranting you to lose balance and fall. Letting out a pained screech as you fell directly on your arm, resulting in the uneasy and blood-curdling sound of bones either breaking or chipping. That immediately changed his mood, as he recognized it was you, his angel. Instinctively, he checked the damage and carried you to the medical wing, patiently and worriedly watching over and waiting. Certain you were okay, he let you rest, muttering apologies as he waited for you to wake up.

Anakin Skywalker: It all happened in a flash, the instinctive need to protect himself when he felt you touch him, it might have been paranoia but it happened nevertheless. He should've known you were only trying to help, why on Earth would you ever have the intention of hurting him? When his Jedi instincts came in and he jerked around and flipped you around violently, he gasped. The sight of your eyes teary and your mouth opened in a frightened manner... how could he forgive himself? He apologized profusely and started explaining why that happened, why he did that. Eventually, you understood and forgave him, smiling and acting as though it was alright, Anakin came to terms with it as well and finally forgave himself as well.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi was more or less stressed, but all the same good-mannered as always. However, he had lost patience for some things, such as talking to you. Normally, Obi-Wan was all for speaking to you and getting to the root of the problem but today? He's mood was horrid, he was a mixture of tired and on the edge. He had tried to be patient, he really did. But he had ended up raising his voice and insulting you, calling you a name in which he had never thought he would. That being said, you shut down almost immediately, more so scared for Obi-Wan than yourself. He had never, ever raised anything at you, let alone his voice. So what was going on?

Stress is the first most thing that popped into your head, as you had known Obi-Wan for almost your whole Jedi-incorporated life. So, aside from him calming down, apologizing and reasoning with you, you gave him space. As he was on edge and clearly dealing with too much. He would speak to you once he was calm in control and ready too.

Luke Skywalker: The frustration from once again being denied his right to go to the academy with his friends, was a bit too much for Luke. Of course he had cared enough to tell you and you both talked it out but that was nothing compared to what he couldn't help but want. He wanted to go, he needed to, but he had to stay for another year? It was outrageous. And it warranted Luke to do some uncharacteristic, rebellious things, such as.... sneaking off to meet you in the dead of the night and ride around in his speeder, mostly talking and sometimes making out.

That helped him tremendously in the frustration and pent up tension of being forced to stay. But, upon meeting up with him again for another heavenly make-out session and heart-to heart conversation, he was practically screaming about his frustrations and you were both awe-struck and slightly frightened of this state, as you've never seen Luke so furious before. He had snarled how much he would love to spend time with his friends and take a small break away from you, and how clingy you seemed. That hit a bit too forcefully. You spaced yourself away from Luke for x amount of time and he seemed puzzled as to why you did, but he never asked. A few days later, he had finally seemed to have calmed down, and figured out what he did incorrectly. He apologized for offending you and reassured you that he adored the clinginess of your relationship.

#star wars #fluff #angst #anakin skywalker x reader #obi wan x reader #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #kylo ren x reader #armitage hux x reader #scenarios!

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goosewriting · 11 months

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Purpose

summary: after being shot by Pryde, Hux wakes up in an unfamiliar place.

relationship: General Hux x GN reader

warnings: mention of injury, a lil angsty, fluff, fix-it fic

word count: 1.5k

A/N: the doc i wrote this in is literally called “hux survives, i have spoken”, and i think that sums it up really well lol ((also i know that's not hux in the gif but when i saw it i literally went 😳 so i had to use it))

prompt used: All of your failures, your accomplishments, your success, your emotions, your body. Every bit of you. I accept and love them all. (source, by @/incorrectprompts)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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“Get me the Supreme Leader.”

That’s the last thing Hux heard after being launched back several metres from the blaster impact.

“Tell him we found our spy,” Allegiant General Pryde finished in a self-satisfactory tone, giving the blaster back to the trooper next to him.

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Hux wakes up with a gasp.

The sudden intake of air burns through his lungs, like he hadn’t breathed in years. He can tell he’s lying on a cushioned surface, but is still too weak to sit up and check his surroundings.

Blinking away the pain and dryness in his eyes, they adapt to the light in the room. The ceiling above him is wooden, as are the walls. Hux looks to his right, where he spots a door on the far wall. Closer to him there’s several beeping and blinking control panels, with multiple cables and tubes emerging from the machinery.

Slowly turning his head to the left, he sees a big desk with papers and different medical instruments. A med droid stands in front of it with its back to him, too busy doing whatever med droids do while the patient is unconscious.

Hux concludes that he's probably in a cabin, given how rustic the construction looks. And now that the grogginess melted away, he can feel the waves of pain starting to crash onto him.

His chest hurts.

His legs hurt. Especially his left thigh.

He’s pretty sure his pride hurts too, even though he can’t exactly recall what happened and how he got here.

He dares a look at himself, looking down on his body, and only now does he realise that he’s all bandaged up, and bacta tubing surrounds his torso and leg.

The redhead tries sitting up on the bed but fails, quickly slumping back down with a pained cry. This catches the attention of the droid, who turns around, leaving some instruments it was holding on the table.

“You’re awake,” the droid notes. “I will let the Master know.”

“Master? Who?” Hux manages to croak out; his throat is incredibly dry.

The droid ignores his question and exits the room. Not a minute later, you appear through the door and hurriedly make your way to him. Next to the bed you stop for a second, looking at him with big eyes, as if to make sure it’s really him.

“By the Maker,” you finally let out with a sigh of relief. “You’re finally awake.”

A sob shakes your body as you sit down on the edge of the bed next to him. Your body gives out and you lean forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder as gently as you can while the tears come rolling down freely over your cheeks. Hux wants to hold you, comfort you, but his body is not responding. He can only helplessly watch as your hands fist the blanket around him, trying to hold on to something.

Slowly the fog in his brain starts lifting, revealing the memory of what happened on Ren’s ship. With it also comes the realisation that you had somehow managed to save him.

Hux wants to say something, but your cries build a knot in his throat and a pain in his chest that aren’t the result of his injuries. He presses a soft kiss to the side of your head while he thinks back to how you had met all those years ago. How you had slowly and unknowingly picked away at his walls, how you had started falling for each other. How you had listened to each of his rants, laughed at his jokes. How you had comforted him when his life's work, Starkiller base, was blown to bits. How you had always been at his side, anchoring him.

And now here he was again, only still breathing because you saved him.

Finally getting your cries under control, you look up at your lover, holding his face with both your hands, smoothing over his cheekbones with your thumbs. Hux bites back a pained whimper as he reaches up to wipe away the tears from your cheeks.

“I thought I lost you,” you whisper, kissing his forehead.

“What happened?” Hux asks after a moment.

“Pryde shot you after figuring out you let the rebels escape,” you retell.

Hux looks down at his chest. Through the partially transparent bacta tubing he can make out a scar on his chest where there surely should have been a hole. His brows furrow.

“How long was I out?” he questions, bringing his gaze back to you.

“26 rotations,” you answer. “Not that I've been keeping count or anything.”

“Twenty– wha– How did you–” Hux is so stunned he can’t form a proper sentence.

You give him a bittersweet smile as you retell how it all went down. You were on Ren’s Destroyer when he got shot. Two troopers carried his body from the bridge. You intercepted them and had them carry Hux into the med bay at gunpoint, where you ended up stunning them. After hooking up the General to the machines and essentially kidnapping one of the med droids, you got into an escape pod and made it to a small moon in the Bryx system, where you happened to know someone. They let you stay in this little cabin since they were currently off-world.

Hux listens intently, trying to wrap his head around the fact you essentially deserted the First Order just to save him. Meanwhile you unhook him from some of the machines except for the IV fluids.

“Are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat and drink,” you offer, turning away from the bed. But his hand shoots up to hold your arm and pull you back to sit.

“Just- just stay for a moment,” Hux pleads in a quiet voice, his face contorting in pain for a second from his action.

“Okay,” you say, taking his hand in yours, and sit back down on the bed.

For a moment you just sit there in silence, taking in each other’s presence.

“So, what happened?” Hux asks after a while.

“I… I just told you?” you retort, bringing your hand to his forehead to see if he has a fever. “Are you feeling dizzy or something?”

“No,” he says with a huff as he shakes his head and you remove your hand. “I mean what happened with the First Order, the rebels… with Ren?”

“Oh Armitage,” you say with an amused tone, but the smile doesn't reach your eyes. “You barely made it out alive and you're still obsessed with him?”

Hux scoffs.

“I’m not obsessed,” he grumbles.

“Well, whatever the case, you don't have to worry about him anymore,” you respond, averting your eyes to look somewhere beyond the walls. “His whole Destroyer went down. Just like the First Order. The resistance won.” You look back at him. “Ren is gone.”

Hux doesn’t answer, his face unreadable.

“Ren lost,” you remark, raising a brow at his lack of response. This was what he had been wanting after all. “You won.”

“Hm. This isn't exactly how I was picturing it,” Hux remarks.

“I know,” you say softly, caressing his cheek. “But the thing is, it's all over now. I'm pretty sure we’re the sole survivors from that ship. Everyone will think we’re dead. We get a fresh start, Armitage. A clean slate.”

Hux huffs, deep in thought, and slightly incredulous. You can feel the tears stinging at the back of your eyes again.

“I’m just glad you’re still alive,” you say, unable to stop your voice from cracking. “All I want is to be by your side. So you stay put, rest, and heal up, okay?” The tears start rolling freely again. “We’ll be fine.”

Hux’s gaze softens infinitely, his usual stern and cold glare now a warm, inviting ocean. He swallows hard.

“Thank you for not giving up on me,” he whispers, leaning into your hand which still cups his face. “You’ve saved me more times than I can count.” His eyes leave yours to look up at the ceiling. “I don't think I deserve this. You should have left me behind.”

You turn his face to you so he meets your eyes again.

“Please don’t say that. I would never give up on you,” you assure him. “All of your failures, your accomplishments, your success, your emotions, your body. Every bit of you. I accept and love them all.”

You lean in to place the softest of kisses on his now chapped lips, then kiss the corner of his mouth, his nose, his cheek. You don’t pull back, whispering into his skin.

“It might feel like you have no purpose left right now but–”

“It’s you,” he interrupts you. “You are my purpose.”

You let out a shuddering breath, kissing him again, and he melts into you.

“You can decide what's next,” he says after you pull back. You smile down at him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“We'll decide together.”

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anatee · 1 year

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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)

"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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