#armitage hux/reader

[starlightsearches]

Onshot idea: Hux would definitely fuck out his anger to keep his image from being compared to that of kylos. *Bonus is he definitely not sorry for us :) - horni anon

Compromise

Top tier concept, my friend! I hope you enjoy 💖

Here's a semi-old request, and although I still don't think I'm going to be writing for Hux regularly again, I did really like this one and wanted to put it out there for those still reading 😅 Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Armitage Hux x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFWish, discussions of sex, language, mean nicknames/degredation, dom! hux, mentions of possible non-consensual voyeurism, orgasm denial, and oral (m receiving), reader is a little bit of a brat :0)

You don't even have to look at him to know what he's going to do to you. It's like a special sense—your body so attuned to his moods that you can feel it in the air.

Or maybe you'd just seen the damage reports already.

The door to his office slides shut and you pretend to busy yourself at his desk, skin of your back tingling with the sound of his every step, coming closer and closer, irritation rolling off him in waves. He doesn't even touch you—doesn't have to touch you—lashes fluttering against your cheeks with the rasp of his voice at your ear.

"Bend over."

With pleasure. You hinge at the hips, forearms planted against the table top, curving your spine until your knees are straight, ass high in the air.

It really is your best angle, especially since you hiked your uniform skirt up a few inches higher than regulation allowed once he commed to let you know he was coming.

It's a shame he's not looking. Glancing over your shoulder, you find the general fidgeting with his uniform—a nervous tic—red spots blooming across his cheeks.

"Who does he think he is?" he mutters, more to the room than you, slicking a gloved hand back over his hair. "A selfish, arrogant- damaging my ship."

Gods. You roll your eyes; this is nothing new—the same complaints as always, interspersed with a few new expletives. You shift your weight back and forth on the balls of your feet, trying to maintain blood flow. Eventually he'd run out of steam and turn his attention to you, but you've got no patience for waiting today.

"It's not your ship."

Hux stops in the middle of whatever complaints he'd been making to the walls, stepping to the side of the desk, taking your chin in his harsh hand.

"What was that?"

His fingers squeeze until your jaw clicks open, the burning pressure making you gasp.

"I said,"—you manage, looking up into his fierce green eyes, your cunt practically dripping, "it's not your ship. The supreme leader determined that you and Ren would share it."

He glowers, grating his teeth. When he leans in close, you can smell the scent of cigarettes on his breath.

"You should watch the way you speak to me, or I'll be forced to find ways to keep your whore mouth quiet."

And unsatisfied. Unspoken but obvious enough—it had happened before. Hands bound behind your back, he'd gripped you by the hair and thrust his cock into your mouth, only satisfied once he'd finished, leaving you gasping for breath and dribbling his cum from between your lips. And then he'd leave you on his office floor, warning you against touching yourself.

He always knew when you disobeyed him, too. He must have had a security-cam installed in your quarters.

That was your working theory, anyway.

Softening your expression, you let a little submission into your posture, giving yourself more fully into his hand, craning your neck.

"That won't be necessary, general. There are other ways to keep me from talking."

And despite his attempts to keep his composure, his breath stutters from his lungs, eyes flashing to your lips.

"I'm not so sure you deserve it," he whispers, but he pets his thumb over your the seam of your mouth, and you part it, tasting leather on your tongue.

It really is that easy for you to get the upper hand.

You hollow your cheeks a little, just to show how agreeable you can be when he's finally paying you the attention you deserve, caressing the tip of his finger with your tongue. He pulls the shaking digit from the warm cavern of your mouth, his whole body trembling. Your own spit smears across your cheek.

"I'm sure I don't deserve to be fucked against your desk, sir, but isn't that what you want? Don't you want to feel my cunt clench around you?"

He doesn't have to say yes; you can answer the question well enough yourself, eye-level with the tent in his uniform slacks that confirms he wants your pussy very, very badly.

You lower your voice a little, hips wiggling as you widen your stance, making room for him. "I'm already dripping for you, sir. Wouldn't you like to feel?"

His resolve crumbles, throat bobbing with a rough swallow. It doesn't matter; his voice still shakes.

"Hands behind your back," he commands, and you comply, trying and failing to slow the pace of your breathing as he moves to stand behind you, one hand circling your wrists, pinning them in place against your spine.

His other hand brushes against the hem of your skirt, pushing it higher, higher, until it's the rough material of his slacks scraping against your bare thighs.

"You'd better find away to keep quiet this time," he warns, two fingers petting at the slick fabric covering your core, "I don't want anyone else hearing those little whore moans."

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[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Too Late for Goodbye

A/N: I have been super absent recently. Apparently I needed a long break and just relying on my queue most of the time. @a-bang-for-your-bucky gave me a prompt and I wrote this over two days. (I don’t think it’s very good, I’m a little rusty!)

Summary: You finally attend the office Christmas party after two years of getting over a breakup, only for it not to be the night you wanted. Prompt: “You lost that right when you chose to walk away.”

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, self deprecating thoughts, heartbreak, angst, no happy ending. Not beta read, all mistakes are my own. Reader wears make up.

Word Count: 3,664

Christmas. It always came around so swiftly, wrapped in gaudy paper and bright lights that made you squint. Everyone was so cheery, with their simpering smiles and joy, even for people they disliked because it was the time “for forgiveness.”

Forgiveness.

That was so hard for you to do. Even two years down the line you harboured the hurt like it had fused to your soul, refusing to relinquish its grip. You carried it everyday, every night, every second that ticked past; it was there. You didn’t speak about it, not anymore and recently you had found it didn’t hurt so much. But still the idea of forgiveness was not entertained. Not with him.

It was easier since he wasn’t around. His presence was the other side of the world and even though that wasn’t far enough, it would do.

“Are you coming to the Christmas party this year?” Glancing up from your screen, the sounds of typing paused as you eyed your friend at the door to your office.

“When is it?” You asked.

“Tonight. From 7pm. The boss booked the private bar.” That did sound tempting.

“I might.”

“You say that every year,” she sighed. Walking forward she put some extra paperwork on top of the pile and you groaned. “Merry Christmas!” She called with a sing song tone and a sarcastic wave. You made a face behind her back and leaned back in your chair. What was stopping you this year? Just the walls you placed around yourself. Just you, battling with the past and maybe it was time to put it all aside.

You had ripped your wardrobe apart to find a sparkly enough outfit for this festive season. Tugging at the material that felt so unnatural against your skin you left the taxi and stood outside the building. The pavement was slightly wet from the rain earlier, reflecting the glow of warm coloured lights that wound round the pillars. Christmas trees with lights and fake snow sprayed on the branches swayed slightly in the cold breeze, making you shiver as it cut through the thinness of your clothes.

Taking a deep breathe you could scent the freshness of the rain mixed with a hint of oil and burnt fuel from the traffic that wound through the streets behind you. Looking up you saw the city decorations twinkling above you; an Angel about the same size as you with a glowing halo and wings that flickered up and down as the lights changed. They marched down the road, suspended between the buildings like a strange army.

No one was around. Not a single person you knew was there to see you walk away, if you so wished. It wasn’t until a sleek black Mercedes rolled up alongside the curb that you realised you should move. Bravely walking up the stone steps, you smiled at the man on the door. True, it was strained, you were nervous after all. You ducked into the warm foyer; instantly amazed at the grand sweeping staircase covered in red carpet. The bannisters were embellished with gold, wrapped in deep green garlands with baubles that mirrored the lights on the ceiling. A large tree stood in the middle, a bright star on the top and swathes of tinsel cascading in a spiral down the bushy branches.

“Hello ma’am. How may I help you?” A polite young man was looking expectantly at you from behind the desk while his female counterpart was already helping a couple who had come to check into their room. It was too late to run now.

“Hi. Yes you can help me, actually. I’m here for the Organa and Co Christmas party. I’m not sure where to go….” You trailed off suddenly feeling even more awkward. He must think you’re a fool if you don’t know the details of your own office party, or maybe a gate crasher? Oh crap! Was he going to kick you out?

“Name?” You swallowed past the lump in your throat, clammy hands clutching at your bag as you realised you never told them you were coming.

“It’s…erm…” Stumbling over your own name, swift.

“It’s ok, Henry. She’s with me.” Embarrassment heated your body and you turned slowly as your heart galloped out of control. Your eyes travelled up the impeccable lines of his tux, the black buttoned, white shirt smooth and pressed to within an inch of its life as it strained over his wide chest. He was fussing with a cuff link, eyebrow cocked as he waited for you to say something. It wasn’t everyday the CEO of the company escorted you…anywhere to be honest. His dark hair was shiny and characteristically unruly, even when he ran a wide hand through the raven silky strands they flopped stubbornly back.

“Thank you, sir.” The stupid sensation to drop into a curtsy curdled your insides but you managed to fight it down and smile politely instead.

“My driver is outside. He needs to be catered for,” Kylo demanded in his deep voice.

“Yes of course, Mr Ren,” Henry replied without so much as a change in his expression. “Have a good evening.” Kylo respectfully held out his arm and you fumbled like an idiot with your bag for what felt like a lifetime as you scrambled to slip your arm through his.

“Nervous?”

“N-no sir.” He scoffed but all you could do was keep up with his long strides and not bump your hip against his every time you took an uncoordinated step.

“It’s been a few years since over seen you at the Christmas party.” He finished the sentence with your name and goosebumps raced down your arms.

“I’m not that memorable,” you joked awkwardly.

“Your work says otherwise.” His hand paused on the door and you could hear the party music thumping on the other side. Sounds of your coworkers enjoyment drifted to your ears and you felt a sinking feeling inside your gut. You did not think this through. “Ready?” You didn’t look at him, if you did you’d probably lose your nerve and run away screaming at the top of your lungs. A curt jerk of your head was all you could manage, you weren’t even sure it was a nod but Kylo accepted it as such and opened the door for you.

Noise. Lights. Heat. Smells. It all hit you at once and it took every muscle in your body to keep walking forward. Kylo helped with a firm hand in the middle of your back and steered you towards the bar. He was greeted loudly and enthusiastically by managers of the company, some worked in your branch and others had travelled. It wasn’t uncommon for the offices to band together every few years and have a massive party on the companies budget.

“Ren! You made it!” Phasma strode over. She ran her eyes over you for a second before dismissing you instantly. “I’ve been trying to get a response from you about my last, few emails.”

“I know,” Kylo answered and gestured to the barman.

“So you’ve seen them?” She asked clearly affronted that he hadn’t replied.

“And you saw my out of office response.” Sucking in a bottom lip you held back a grin at his annoyed tone. “Whiskey and a…?”

“Oh!” He was talking to you. Not Phasma, you. “Gin, please.”

“Sir…”

“I was on holiday,” he cut across her sentence. “I am still on holiday. You should try it, lighten up.” Her blue eyes widened at such an abhorrent suggestion that she should lighten up and you held back a snigger.

“Is that an order, sir?”

“Yep. Now go and do it. Thanks,” he addressed the barman and slid your Gin across to you. “Want to do shots next?” You choked on the clear liquid, dabbing at your mouth as Kylo downed his whiskey like water and instantly asked for another.

“Shouldn’t we eat?” Wasn’t that how nights out worked? You ate first to line your stomach and then destroyed yourself with alcohol.

“Nah. Just gives you something to bring back up at 2am. Drink up.” Another Gin was placed next to your barely touched drink. “Jägers, Kuruk. I want to see Jägers on this bar!” Kylo threw an arm around one of his top managers. “Let’s get fucking shit faced!” A cheer rose up from the crowd around you at the bar and you wondered what the hell you’d let yourself in for.

The lights weren’t so annoying more. Neither was the smell of alcohol or the banging base of the music. It was all softened by the warmth that coursed your body as you laughed with your coworkers. You were glad you came. It felt like you had shed some emotional weight and let go for the first time in years. Comments were made about how different you were out of work, how funny and talkative you were now. It’s just the alcohol, you told them. Maybe it was, or maybe this was a new page for you. The next chapter in your story.

Leaning back, curling your wrist round and resting your drink against your face and surveyed the room of moving bodies. The bass writhed inside and you tapped your leg, not quite brave enough or drunk enough to just get up and dance.

“I dunno! Ask her!” You zoned back into the conversation to find Meg and Dopheld looking at you.

“Ask me what?”

“He wants to ask you to dance,” Meg said smiling. “Go on!” She shoved the dark haired man in your direction, making him stumble and almost end up in your lap. He blushed deeply and stammered an apology but you just giggled. You let him take your hand and lead you to the group nearer the DJ.

“You coming?” But your friend just shook her head, her eyes sliding into the direction of the CEO leaning casually on the bar. “I think the bar is holding him up,” you told her. “He’s not fit for dancing after all the shots I watched him put away.” Meg winked and a sly smile crept over her face.

“He doesn’t need to be standing for what I have in mind.” You made a face of fake disgust at her and finally let Dopheld drag you onto the dance floor.

But you weren’t looking where you were going.

You slammed into someone else, your entire body jolting as you stumbled back a few uneven steps. You opened your mouth to berate them, but the words died in your throat only to be replaced with a name.

“Armitage.”

You were too drunk for this. The first time you finally believed there was life after him and it all came crashing down around you. Leaving the room had been a blur of people. You were sure someone had tried to stop you but your arm slipped free from their grip.

Your shaky legs had carried you upstairs and you were now struggling to find your room. Keys were issued to everyone at the bar, all the rooms prebooked and all identical so you just asked for a key and away you went. Squinting at the number you hated how they swam and merged into a black mass. Your name was called from behind you and it spurred you into moving again. You had no idea where you were going, as long as you got away from him.

The numbers on the wall and the numbers on your key card weren’t matching. So because everything else had failed, you went along and desperately tried your card in every door you came across.

“What are you doing?” That was the only downfall of this plan. He could catch you up.

“Looking for my room,” you mumbled.

“It’s not even on this floor. Would you let me—?”

“I don’t! Need help.” He sighed. He sighed. That heavy, annoyed, hot puff of air only from his nose that reminded you of a smoking dragon. A giggle rose in your chest.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I wasn’t,” you immediately responded.

“Yes, you were.”

“Oh god!” You growled. “Argue, argue, argue. Armitage is right, he’s always right.” The last door at the end of the corridor didn’t open so you went to stand by the lift and watched as the numbers changed until it was on your floor. He followed you inside, of course he did.

The silence within the mirror walled lift was deafening. Surreptitiously you eyed his reflection, the smart tux that suited him so well. He wore a black shirt under his black jacket but you saw the traditional blaze of red in the lining as he lifted a hand to run through his radiant, red hair. You caught a glimpse of a watch glinting on his wrist and it felt like someone had poured cold water down your back.

“What are you doing here, Armitage?” He was about respond when the doors softly dinged open and for a second the pair of you stood there looking dumbly at the carpet of the 4th floor. When neither of you moved the doors slid back together, locking you back inside the bubble you had created. He stayed facing the doors, a hand in his pocket as he looked down at his feet.

“I came back for you.”

“You came back for me. Oh!” Lifting your wrist you glared at your bare wrist, hating that you’d left your watch at home. “Only 2 years, 8 months and 27 days, give or take a few hours…too late.” You slammed a finger on the open door button and slipped out of the lift as quickly as you could. Of course, he followed.

You were clear headed enough now to read the numbers on your key card and find the right door. You slipped it into the lock but he threw a hand against it holding it shut.

“Are you going to let me speak?”

“Not really in the right frame of mind for this,” you admitted snarkily. You pulled on the door again and he had no choice but to give way. You tried to shut him out but he followed you inside, leaning on the door as it softly closed behind him.

You looked everywhere but at the man who had broken your heart a couple of years ago. The plush bed sheets, the dressing table with the bottle of champagne sweating as it waited to be drunk. Walking over to the wall wide window you admired the brightly lit view of London; the many variations of Christmas decorations as they blazed with forced happiness and promoted a season that brought pain for so many people.

The whole room reflected on the expanse of glass and your eyes magnetised to his form as he moved hesitantly towards you, nervously pulling on the skin between his forefinger and thumb.

“I should have warned—.” You watched as he quickly squeezed his eyes closed, his whole chest heaving with a drawn out sigh that he released before he continued to speak. “This hurts me too.” You scoffed, your bitterness rising it’s ugly head like a beast. Panic clenched your heart, an age old sensation you had grown so familiar with as you waited for him to speak more, but he clearly couldn’t find anymore words and silent tears gathered in your eyes.

“This, hurts you?!” To your disgust your voice shook, but you weren’t finished. “How dare you come back like this, after all this time without so much as an email to ask how I was? You…acting like the wounded party when you were the one to scar me to the bare bones of very soul.” The breath you took physically pained you, hurt lanced across your chest and you lifted a hand to rub the built up emotion as it clogged the inside of your throat. “You were my everything,” you admitted candidly. “I had to learn how to live all over again after—after you.” He went to reach for you but his hand clenched into a fist before it could reach you.

“My father…” Instant rage unfurled in your gut and suddenly your tears were hot as they cascaded over your tense cheeks; teeth grinding at those pity filled words.

“Do not speak to me of that odious man!” You snapped. “He did so many, so many hideous things to you and still you went running to his side.” The silence that followed was charged, Hux adjusted his collar like he was uncomfortably in the tux all of sudden and you heard him clear his throat carefully. His telltale sign that he was keeping himself in check.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Turning away from the splendid view below you finally felt brave enough to face him.

“Your father is no comparison to mine.”

“No. He just abandoned my mother when she needed him the most. I don’t even know his name.” Your eyes flickered up meet his and you forced yourself to stare at him until he broke the contact. His face was growing increasingly rosey, including the tips of his ears and you honestly wanted to see how far you could push him.

“You have no idea the things he threatened me with…” he started.

“Give me an example.” Now the flush really came to life on his cheeks and neck. He ripped the bow tie loose and undid the top button of his shirt as he stepped past you to lean on the window and stare at the world outside.

“No.” Discarding your jacket on the bed you picked up the champagne and popped the cork, finding no joy in the noise as the fizzy gold glugged into the glasses.

“How am I meant to believe you?? Nothing ever changes with you. Work came before me, your father, the company…you didn’t see me anymore.” You finished wistfully. It had been your one only wish that just once he would put you first. Instead he chose a vile human being over you. His fiancé.

“I always saw you,” he told you sincerely from where he was standing. Your own name spilled from his lips and if felt like he’d tied a noose around your neck. Every word he said made it grip tighter, making the panic and hurt grow until it was bleeding out of you at an alarming rate.

Your brain clicked into replay mode. The memory of you coming home to an empty flat, the feelings of grief and despair at the short letter he’d left on the counter coursed through you as though it had just happened all over again. Tears wet your lashes, spilling when you closed your eyes and your hand tightened on the flute that you held.

“You broke me when you left. I’ve only just pieced myself together and you do this, Hux why?” You were barely aware of him behind you, spinning you to face him, so lost in your hurtful memories.

“Because I’m selfish!” He sounded angry but there was a rawness to his tone that you’d never heard before and you gazed up into his green eyes, tracing the flecks of hazel that your knew intimately. “I had no idea if you’d moved on, got married, had kids—I had no idea. I never asked anyone about you even though you occupied my thoughts everyday. I came here to fight for you, to bring you back to me whatever your situation.”

“You lost that right when you chose to walk away.” He looked genuinely shocked at your whispered revelation. The words settled heavily in the air and his hands fell away with the weight of them. Distance yawned like a bottomless chasm and he couldn’t feel further away from you even if he’d still been on the other side of the world.

“That’s how you feel?”

“Yes.” It was a relief to admit to him as well as yourself. That’s why it had been such a burden for the past two years, because you hadn’t been able to give yourself closure. You’d convinced yourself you needed it until no other ending could satisfy you.

And now you had it.

It wasn’t as cleansing as you’d imagined it to be. The torment he was experiencing was evident on his face as he stepped back a few paces.

“I should leave.” It was torture to see him like this, but the pain was just a shadow compared to what you had been harbouring. He couldn’t look at you, his eyes darting over the patterned carpet but not really seeing it. You wanted to tell him you were sorry but part of you knew he didn’t deserve that. Not after everything.

Nothing else passed between you except the brief lift of his fingers as he turned away, like he was desperate to touch you. To feel you one last time… He made it to the door before he was turning round. Determination marked every move, his hands grabbed your face in pulling you into a deep kiss filled with unspoken words and years of repressed feelings. It made your head spin, his lips pressing so firmly into yours, you were sure he was trying to imprint the feel of you into his memory. The pads of his fingers dug into your cheeks, a soft exhale drifted over your skin and your tears fell freely, salting the kiss.

When he pulled away you curled your lips, savouring the taste of him but not opening your eyes. You wanted this to be your last memory of him. His touch left you, his presence disappearing with the soft close of the hotel room door and finally you fully succumbed to the tears.

Sobs dragged out of your body as everything leeched from you until you were drained and empty, laying wet faced and makeup stained on the bed.

It hurt. It would always hurt…but now, you were free.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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[kingdomhate]

Calling Them Cute Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: He smiled and brought himself closer to you, intimately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a cozy hug. "I think you're adorable," Kylo raised your chin gently to look into your eyes. "And so, so precious." He leaned down and kissed you with an unspoken devotion. The act making your heart pound and a soft pink hue spread lightly across your cheeks. Kylo reaches for your hand, intertwining them as he deepens the kiss, steadily increasing his passion. His black leather gloves, deliciously cold in stark contrast to the heated kiss you both shared in the intimate moment.

As he pulled away, his eyes flutter open to meet yours, and his head spins. You are so pretty to him. He feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he embraces you again, resting your head against his chest.

Armitage Hux: Armitage stared down at you, his nose wrinkling at the thought. Him, cute? "Pardon me?! I am not cute, I am powerful! I am the brains of the First Order!" He spits. "You're adorable." You coo, touching his cheek. Despite his efforts to remain in control, he softens. Weak under your touch, under the influence of your words. He sighs and looks at you, the look in his eyes resembles deep affection and tender love. "I love you." He whispers to you, as you place a kiss to his forehead and lips. The kiss is tender, reassuring. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your waist, leaning you down slightly.

"You're so special," You utter into his ear, making his breath hitch. "I love you too."

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi smiles and blushes, hiding his face a bit. Once he has your composure, he turns back to you. "That title belongs to you, my dear. Just you." You smile and approach him, your hands going onto either of his cheeks. "Is that so? How adorable." You lean in to give him a kiss. Obi-Wan engulfs you in a warm, soothing embrace, reminding you of his endless love. "Yes, my love. Nothing short of it." He leans in to kiss you once more, holding you close, wrapping you in his brown Jedi robes, you welcomed the affection and giggled.

Resting his head against yours, he gazed into your eyes. His jade eyes boring into yours, more than ever, you feel like you could get lost in them. Would you be upset if you did? No. What a perfect paradise. "I adore you, Obi." You pull him closer, wanting nothing but the feeling of his skin against yours. "As do I, my love. As do I."

Luke Skywalker: Luke grins sheepishly at your compliment, was he really? Bashfully, he shied away from your eyes, and you playfully nudged him. "Do you think you aren't?" You asked, gazing at his blushing figure. "I-I do," He turns shyly to look at you. "Just- it sounds weird when you say it aloud." You tilt your head. "What? Why?" Luke rubs the back of his neck, seemingly nervous. "It's lovey-dovey." You cross your arms. "You love it." You tease. Luke turns away dismissively. "N-no! I don't.." You could practically see the blush in his words, as he spoke dismissively. You smirk. "Yes, you do!" You spin him to make him look at you and you plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"It's fine if you don't, you know?" You assure him, sitting next to him. He nods. "No, I like it!" Luke insists, taking your hand in his, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "Really?" A smug smirk begins forming on your lips. "I love you, my cute boy." You press your lips to his again.

Anakin Skywalker: He grins at you. "I am, aren't I?" He says smugly, and you giggle. "Of course you are." He goes over to you and looks at you, still grinning. "But you're adorable, so monumental." You blush at the sudden compliment and playfully shove him. "Aren't you a tease?" Anakin smirks at you, laughing a bit. "But you love it." You couldn't help but nod. "Duh." He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. "God, I love you." He admits, resting his he chin atop your head. Lightly caressing his hair with his mechanical hand and holding you with his normal one. "I don't know what I would do without you."

His words send affection straight to your hand, and you you smile uncontrollably. "Me neither. I love you more than I could ever describe, sweetie." You lean back, touching his cheek. "I live for you, my love. You are my purpose." You melt, his words causing small tears to prickle your eyes as you quickly wipe them away. "I love you so much, Ani."

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[charliedawn]

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]

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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[mypoisonedvine]

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...

#armitage hux x reader #general hux x reader #hux x reader #armitage hux fic #armitage hux x y/n #general hux x y/n #general hux smut #armitage hux smut

[kaminokatie]

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]

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

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[valaryswrites]

🪐 where kylo calls hux and order him to fuck you while he watches (and he loves it)

warnings: smut & english is not my first language

The idea sounded exquisite to you. For some reason, it was Kylo Ren who brought it up. He was a man that could never share, unless he really wanted to. And god, he really wanted to this time.

"Your request caught me by surprise, Ren." Hux said, unbuttoning his uniform, standing right next to the bed where you were laying, already naked. "But I'm quite excited for it, I must say."

"Mhm." Kylo nodded, sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching you realize what was going to happen. "I'll be watching you." He said to you, almost in a whisper. "Every touch, every word, every look you give him. I'll be envious. Jealous." He swore. "Enjoying it."

"Any rules, Ren? Before we start?" Hux asked, taking off his belt.

"I won't give you any orders, General. I want you to use your best judgement. Use her."

"Use?" You asked, quite surprised to hear that word.

"Yes. To use." Kylo said, with a grin. "You're a toy tonight."

Hux laughed a little, and you notice how hard he was under his uniform trousers. He lean in, giving you a kiss. A passionate kiss. His tongue was in your mouth, dancing with yours. And Kylo watched, eyes locked on the two of you.

It felt weird to kiss another mouth, but it felt exquisite too.

"That's it, General..." Ren said, adjusting himself in the chair next to the bed. "Show me how much you desire her. I've seen you watching her in meetings. Show me, and do anything and everything you wish. But..." He said, and Hux stopped kissing you, breathing heavily, to look at him. "... Don't forget to bring her back to me in one piece. She is still mine, after all."

Those words made you feel a desperate warmth all over your body. Hux smiled and continued, kissing your neck and stroking your hair a little. He went further, biting your collarbone and even leaving some marks. You tought Kylo would get mad, but he didn't. You pictured your Master caressing himself over his trousers. Teasing himself, slowly.

"Good, General." Kylo said, breathing heavily, but still sounding demanding. "You really know how to worship a woman's body, don't you?" Hux nodded, but without talking; his mouth was wondering all over your breasts. "You have to be gentle with her. But firm. Very firm." As he speaks, he keeps touching himself over his uniform.

"Your woman is delicious, Ren." Hux said, going down on you and leaving traces of saliva everywhere.

"She's more than that, General. She's the finest piece of flesh you've ever touched." Kylo smiles, looking at your face. "Remember to be firm with her. Don't hold back. Use all of that strength, energy and desire I know you have. Let her feel it."

After that order, Hux knew he had to obey. He wanted to obey. While eating you, as if you were a plate of food to a hungry man, he spanked you. And you groaned in pleasure.

The more exciting part, was turning your head to Kylo and see him stroking his cock freely now. Still wearing his leather gloves, now covered in his own saliva. He smirked before talking to the General, without taking his eyes off you.

"She likes that, General." He said. "I think it's time for you to give her what she really wants. Don't hold back just because you're sharing her with me."

Hux lifted up his face, licking his lips and teeth like an animal. Without any warning, he grabbed you by your waist and moved you even nearer to him, caressing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

Kylo stood up and walked towards you, kneeling next to bed, with his head next to yours.

"Tell the General what you want, baby." He whispered in your ear, and you could listen the sound of his leather gloves wrapping and moving up and down around his cock.

You tried to speak, but the stimulation was too much.

"Use your words." Ren said, demanding.

"For god's sake, fu-fuck me, General..." You managed to speak, and some laughter came out from the throats of the two men around you.

"Lord, she feels fantastic..." Hux said, after finally sliding himself into you. "I envy you... Getting to f-fuck her every... single... day..." He said between harder thrusts.

"Give me a good show, General." Kylo ordered. "She likes what you're doing to her, so keep using her." You were unable to speak. "But... she can also do some convincing. She know exactly what to say to get you to do whatever she wants."

"Then tell me..." Hux begged, trying not to cum all over you already.

"Go fast... faster." You thought it was impossible to use your words, but you did. This lust was something you've never experienced.

"Come on, baby..." Kylo whispered in your ear, still stroking himself but this time even faster. "Say it louder to the General."

"Faster!" You said in a scream, knowing for sure that the Knights of Ren heard you from the other side of the door.

And Hux delivered without any problem. His orange hair was dripping wet and looking so messy, you never thought you would see the General like this. So desperate, without the good manners he usually has towards you.

"Isn't she a lovely sight, General? Don't hold back, you can be harder than that. I want you to be harder." Kylo demanded, as he grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look at him. "Look at me, baby..." He whispered between some groaning. "I'm fucking my hand wishing it was you... Watching how another takes you... In-Infront of me..." You opened your mouth and instead of a word, it was only a loud moan what came out. Hux hit a good spot in a rough way.

"She's a noisy one, General." Kylo said, looking at the redhead now, who was already smiling.

"I'm not sure... I'm not sure I can't hold it any longer, Lord..." Hux said, struggling to speak.

"You can't go yet, General." Kylo denied, and then whispered in your ear. "Turn around." He ordered you. "Let him cum by taking you in all fours. And you'll watch me." Ren was totally lost in pleasure, sounding so mean and desperate it could only make you feel even more aroused.

You didn't even have to move, they did it for you and you end up in all fours, with your head looking directly at the chair where Kylo sit again. His stomach was covered in cum, and that's how you knew that Kylo was having fun, and fucking himself for the second time now.

While Hux kept fucking you, you tried your best to keep your eyes opened.

The sight was beautiful; Kylo Ren, a man respected and feared all over the galaxy, playing with his own cock while his General was using you. Looking directly at your eyes. And while doing so, he spoke.

"Cum already, General." Ordered. "All over her. I don't care. She doesn't care either. But you, my love..." He now said to you. "You don't get to finish. You'll hold it in for me." The moment he said that, Hux couldn't help but cum inside you. The man was exhausted. "Because after the General leaves, I'm going to fuck you again, and again, and again... And I'll be the one to make you cum."

After saying those words, Kylo finished in his leather covered hands once again. And you were just there, breathing heavily in the bed, while Hux was dressing himself.

"It was a pleasure, Ren." The General said, right next to the door. Kylo approached him, taking his gloves off.

"You did good, General." Kylo said, stretching out his hand to shake Hux's. "I might call you soon, again." You heard him say, and you couldn't help but let go a mischievous smile. It was Kylo's turn now.

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[queen-of-elves]

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

[moonlightshaiku]

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

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Drapetomania

Armitage Hux x F!Reader

Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

A/N: Just chasing my tail with content I have sitting here doing nothing 😬 thank you @acrossthesestars for being beta!

Warnings: None that I can think of? Fic is 18+ NSFW.

Word Count: 2511

Tagging: @lemongingerart @princessxkenobi @strangunddurm

Armitage’s green eyes were just as you remembered them, stormy, intense and blazing. He looked so grown up compared to the last time you saw him, a line of red stubble now marked his jawline and a fierce shock of hair fell over his brow as he tilted his head to the side. You blinked rapidly in case you were imaging things, but it was definitely him.

He wore a long black leather greatcoat. A deep green tunic was wrapped around his torso, dark brown leather trousers and a gun holster that sat around his hips and strapped to his thighs with knee high boots finished off the look.

Your chest expanded abruptly and you remembered to take in a breath, your head dipping as tears came unbidden to your gaze. You gulped a mouthful of your drink to wet your dry throat and turned round only to find he’d gone. You stood, one foot still hooked on the stool. The beat of your heart pounded against your ribs as your body was thrown into flight mode. You’d just seen him….or were you imagining things now? You searched the crowd meticulously, your eyes looking for the hair and the black coat he’d been in. Growing increasingly frustrated you looked up at the balcony that was just behind the bar only for your heart to stutter at the sight of him leaning over the railing, looking directly at you.

You wanted to shout out but there was no air in your lungs. You felt trapped, like he’d captured you in an invisible cage that held you in place, one foot on the floor, one hand on the bar where you’d turned your stool in your search for him. Silently your lips wrapped around his name and he broke eye contact, looking out at the atrium as his lips curled into a tiny smile before he disappeared from view again.

Your body jolted. Slipping from the stool, you took the stairs two at a time, only to find he was yet again nowhere in sight. Your boots were soft on the floor, meandering your way against the throng of the crowd for you to catch a glimpse of him at the end of the corridor, turning the corner. You pushed your way through, whispering apologies until you finally reached the end where the number of bodies thinned. You confidently strode down the way you’d seen Hux go, but all you could see were doors to service rooms.

A hand wrapped over your mouth and you were jerked into the darkness, the light of the corridor disappearing once the door closed. At first you wanted to scream, but then your survival instinct kicked in and you began to fight. You heard the breath punch out of his body as you elbowed him. Stamping roughly on his foot, the grip lessened and you were able to turn. Grabbing his arm and yanking it up his back, shoving your attacker roughly into the wall.

“Care to explain yourself?” You hissed into the darkness hearing the satisfying way he was gasping for breath in your grip.

“I wanted to surprise you!” Your hands left him, backing up into the wall behind you in shock.

“Armitage?” He groaned and as your eyes adjusted to the dimness you saw him rolling his shoulder. You didn’t know what to do or say, in all honesty you had never gotten to this point in your daydreams.

“Yes,” he sounded slightly exasperated as he huffed through his nose, still rolling the pain out of his arm.

“I—I’m sorry,” you breathed. Your hand reached out to touch him, snatching back at how solid he felt. He drew himself to his full height and stood still. You could feel the heaviness of his gaze as you gently explored the material of his coat. It felt as though your pulse was in your fingertips, every brush of the leather had your breath hitching loudly in the stillness of the room. Your eyes bored into the center of his chest, not daring to look up at him as you felt the stir of his exhale in your hair. Fingers ghosted up the lapels of his coat, shaking at the realisation that you were touching Armitage Hux. Your lips parted in an effort to drag more air into your body, but nothing wanted to work. Your mind was blank, everything you’d had ten years to think of was wiped away at the feel of him. He was filling you up; the smell of him was confusing, familiar and yet so utterly different. The sound of his breathing reminded you of how he sounded with his face pressed against your cheek and a trickle of heat unfurled in your body.

Your elbow flinched at the gentle touch he offered you, his gloved hand as unsteady as yours. His touch was soft, following the flow of material along your forearm. You couldn’t drag your eyes away from the motion of his fingers, your pulse throbbing when he carefully nestled his thumb in the palm of your hand. He felt so warm and real, emotion struggled to crest your disbelief as you curled your fingers and he wrapped his own over your hand.

“Armitage,” you whispered, enjoying the way it felt in your mouth. Biting your lip, your other hand curled into a fist resting lightly on his chest.

“Hi,” he murmured.

“Armitage…” you whispered again, hearing the break in your voice and hating the way your throat closed. Tears were threatening to flood your eyes and pressure built in your head as you fought with yourself. Your gaze searched the expanse of his chest, still not trusting yourself to look up into his face. “Where are we?” Pulling your hand away and moving back a step to move beyond the feel of him.

“One of the droids charging rooms I believe.” That would explain the lack of light, you thought.

“Why in here?” You inquired. Moving away from him, a glow panel activated and cast a soft warm glow over you both. It was indeed a droid charging room. A few stood plugged in, their photoreceptors dark from lack of activity.

“I didn’t want you to cause a scene in the atrium,” he answered. His hawk-like gaze followed as you walked around, observing the small space. You didn’t know how to react, still trying to get your heart under control at the fact he was alive and here with you.

“Where have you been?” You asked turning to face him while you toyed with the hand of a deactivated droid. “Because it’s been 10 years, Armitage.”

He seemed to mull over your question just as the door opened and Andan strode in.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he recovered from seeing you both in here. “Passengers are not allowed in these rooms.” Hux stood rigid, his expression clearly saying he didn’t appreciate the interruption, but you smiled, drawing the young man’s attention to you.

“Sorry, Andan is it? We got lost and found these guys,” you waved a hand at the still droids.

“Of course ma’am. But if I could ask you to step outside….”

“We were just leaving,” you gushed, gripping the sleeve of Hux’s coat and hauling him back into the corridor. “I’m starving,” you suddenly announced as the door shut behind you. “Let’s go to the cantina.” You marched off, smiling a little at his loud tut and the sound of his boots striding after you.

Standing by the turbolift you tried not to fidget, your mind was screaming at you to speak, to look at him at least, but you were worried you’d look and there would be no one beside you. The lift doors opened and you stepped to the side to let a family out. Hux stepped the same way as you, his coat brushing your fingers and you curled them at the soft whisper of leather over your skin.

Walking into the lift, you still couldn’t look at him, watching the lights as they counted the levels in the ship. Your hand twitched at the gentle brush of his fingertips against yours, a soft inhale gracing your lungs. Your entire body tensed, wanting to reach out and take his hand but you just couldn’t, still believing this was a dream and you would wake up any second.

You flinched when the doors opened, the noise and vibrancy of the cantina flooded the quiet lift. You stepped out, striding confidently through the busy space to find a table over in a quiet corner. Hux settled opposite you, his expression blank but his eyes piercing as you finally looked up and allowed him to captivate you. Slowly you took in every feature of his face, from the slight creases on his skin, the freckles that dotted across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, the fresh stubble that lined his jaw. His eyes searched your face with a hunger that you had missed as he gave you the same treatment.

If anyone watched the pair of you, they’d probably think you were communicating telepathically with your hands resting over the table. Hux laced his together but you laid yours flat, wanting to feel the chill from the surface to remind you this was really happening. I missed you, where have you been? Why now? What happened? Did you miss me? All tumbled over one another threatening to come out in a rush and you thought maybe you wouldn’t be able to make a coherent sentence when your lips moved.

“Where have you been?”

“With my father,” came his quick reply.

“Why now?”

“Because the time was right.” Something sparked inside you, curiosity, as you noticed the minute flex in his fingers, his eyes slid to the side and he eased back in his seat. He was hiding something. Cocking your head slightly, you tried to get more of a read on him but he seemed to notice.

“Where have you been? Your ID vanished a few years back,” he asked.

“So did yours, days after you left. Care to explain?” He scoffed a little and looked down.

“Plenty of time for that.”

“Armitage?” His eyes snapped to yours as you leaned forward, crossing your arms on the table, you felt a little thrill when his gaze dipped to your cleavage for a split second. “How did you find me?” He leaned towards you, his eyes not able to keep still as he traced the contours of your face. His lips parted and he dragged his bottom lip in, inhaling slightly he opened his mouth…

“Can I get you something to drink or eat?” You let loose a sigh and eased off the table at the interruption from the serving droid. You nearly had him. Rattling off your order he did the same and suddenly you were both alone again but it felt different now. The smile had left his gaze and he was paying more attention to the surroundings than he was to you.

“Did you think we’d make it here?” You asked, trying to figure out a way to skirt round your past and delve into his.

“No, I wanted to see if it would. I needed to know if you still wanted to see me.” Bold. A more candid reply than you were imagining.

“So you were surprised when I replied?” Now he did focus on you again, his eyes blazing with something you couldn’t place as he looked down at your hands and back up to your face.

“You remembered everything.”

“You think I’d forget? Armitage,” shifting in your seat bringing your elbows back to the table. “You told me you loved me and then I didn’t see you again. Ten years.”

“It would have happened sooner, but I needed to find you.” Biting your lip you mulled over his response. You couldn’t find any deception in his gaze and the Resistance would have had all knowledge of you wiped from the archives. “What have you been up to?” He asked. Now it was your turn to be on the defensive, holding his gaze as the droid delivered your food and drink before zooming off.

“Oh, this and that,” you stated with a shrug.

“I would be interested to learn all about your…‘this and that’.”

“Plenty of time for that,” you told him with a smirk. The meal continued in silence until he stood up suddenly with an expression like thunder.

“Where are you going?” You asked in surprise.

“Wait here,” was all he said before disappearing out of sight. You looked around but didn’t see anything that could have made him leave. He just vanished. You waited, but it was barely 10 minutes before your nerves got the better of you, abandoning your meal and heading back to your room.

You hated feeling like this, suspended in limbo with no answers. It was your job, your occupation, your skill and still you had nothing solid to explain why you were fucking here. Well, you knew why you were here but not why he had initiated this.

You backed away from the closed door, almost imagining him to come barging through it in a rage that you had left when he specifically told you not to…but nothing happened. Leaning against the table, you tried to evaluate your feelings, but they were such a mess you didn’t even know where to begin.

Being thrown back to the moment you last saw him and having those feelings come flooding back to ensnare on your guilt and feelings you had for Poe. You loved your husband, of course you did, but he wasn’t Armitage. No one was, no matter how hard you had looked. Poe was comfort and security. In the end you had needed that and he had offered it readily. So you took it. Running a hand up your neck you felt the flex as you swallowed harshly, still watching the door like it was going to blow out of the frame.

You didn’t know Hux, not anymore. But he also didn’t know you. Although….you got the feeling he knew more about you than he was letting on. Migrating to the bedroom, you stood by the viewport and watched as the vastness of space glided silently past. It was so easy to get lost, to find your mind wandering among the stars and forget where your feet actually were. What were you going to do? Your breath hitched as you recalled seeing Armitage for the first time in 10 years.

He had been the love of your life, but judging by the racing of your heart at the mere thought of him…he still was. You had two obvious choices; either you get caught up in trying to figure out where he’d been all these years or you enjoy the time you had now. You came here for a reason, he had called you for a reason. It would become evident in time why he had, you were sure of that.

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[kingdomhate]

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.

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[raparopa]

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 :)

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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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[gudfornuthin]

General Hux: You’re giving me a sticker?

Y/N: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

General Hux: I am not a child.

Y/N: Fine, I’ll take it back-

General Hux: I earned this, back off!

#star wars #incorrect quotes #general hux #armitage hux #general hux x reader #x reader #domnhall gleeson #domnhall Gleeson x reader

[girl-next-door-writes]

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