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[blue-sadie]

Torture

Imagine:

Being hux's girlfriend and him slowly torturing you by teasing and touching you leaving you on the edge intill it's unbearable.

"Don't you dare cum little one, if you do ill have to punish you even further and trust me you don't want that"

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[pineapplepunchhh]

“Too Young.”

Kylo Ren x Reader

In this story when appointed Supreme Leader, Kylo is in his early 30's. There is no use of y/n, readers name just isn’t mentioned, use of biologically female anatomical features.

Warnings: age gap (10yrs?) possesive and obsessive Kylo, half smut, toxic maybe?

NOT PROOFREAD

Being so young you felt like you always had to prove yourself, if somebody assigned you a task you would complete it a hundred times better than what was originally asked of you. But even with your outstanding efforts on the Finalizer, you were still looked down upon by your superiors. Yes your endeavors were excellent and nobody could complain about the work that you delivered but even then people would still call you, too young.

It hurt the first few times... oh but who were you kidding? It hurt every single time that it slipped from someones tongue, especially his. Kylo Ren, the recently appointed new Supreme Leader of the First Order. He was captivating, with and without helmet, you had only seen his face about two times in your years of working on the Finalizer but the image could never leave your mind, he was absolutely spellbinding. His beauty went beyond what you had expected, piercing brown eyes, dark hair that fell almost too perfectly around his face, a scar starting under his eye and disappearing into his clothes, a beautifully pale complexion and that nose, that might have been your favorite part of him, his big and prominent nose. His charm, however, was not limited to his face for you, he was huge, he was tall and everything seemed to be in proportion, his hands were huge, his arms were huge, his legs, anything and everything. He always towered right over you, when he was behind you he acted almost like a wall. He had never explicitly said it but whenever your mind wandered from a task to just how big his hands or gorgeous his eyes were, you could hear a voice in your head, a small whisper that you swore sounded just like him, ''You're too young.'' It said, rejecting your thoughts about your Supreme Leader.

But despite these comments entering your mind whenever your thoughts drove off to him, you were unsure of how genuine they were, whenever you were off to handle tasks you could always feel a presence lurking right behind you, and when you turned your head you could find him, standing in the same hallway, observing you but quickly walking away when you caught his stare. What you did not know is that you were right, the voice in your head was his, reminding you that you were too young, too young for him, It was not as much for you as it was for him. He could not get you off his mind, he tried day and night to stop thinking about you, your beauty was even more captivating to him as his was to you, but you were simply too young, you had only recently turned twenty two years old and he was well in his mid-thirties, he in no way wanted to corrupt your still innocent and free soul with his corrupt and troubled one, if anything he wanted to preserve what you had, you could not belong to him, he could not do that to you, but you could not belong to anybody else either.

For this reason whenever you would interact with any man on the ship, they would suddenly need to report to the Supreme Leader or he would suddenly appear behind you two, telling you both you need to get back to your tasks. You had begun talking to one of the First Order officers you later learned was named Lin. Lin was a kind man that often helped with your tasks even though you insisted you could perform them fine on your own, which was true, and he knew that, nonetheless he just wanted an excuse to spend his time with and around you. Kylo noticed this, and he did not like it, at all, no matter how much he called Lin to him, told you to go back to work or intervened in any way, he always came back. Kylo could not stand it, Lin might not have been a bad influence per se but Kylo could not risk it, he had to preserve your pristineness, your innocence, and to do that, he had step up his game. Kylo called Lin into the conference room and it did not take long for him to enter. ''Supreme Leader, sir, I am here, what do you need me for?'' Lin was panting as he walked up to Kylo, beads of sweat running down his face indicating he ran there as soon as Kylo called him. ''Hello, Lin,'' Kylo started talking, his voice distorted by his helmet, ''I have called you here because we need to have a talk.'' He stated, turning his body to Lin and stepping closer to him, Lin could feel Kylo's eyes piercing through his skull even with the helmet on. ''W-Well, what do we need to talk about, Supreme Leader?'' Lin was afraid, he knew what Kylo was capable of, he was a man with no mercy for anybody he deemed his enemy. ''I can sense your fear,'' snickered Kylo. ''You are weak Lin, I hope you are aware of that, but that is not the point, what I want to talk to you about is the girl.'' Lin raised his eyebrows in confusion. ''Do you mean-'' He started before being interrupted by Kylo. ''Yes, her, you are going to stop talking to her, you understand?'' Kylo stated, Lin's confusion rose. ''But Supreme Leader, sir, why?'' He questioned Kylo, Kylo stepped towards him, minimizing the distance between them every step he took and Lin did not dare step back, Kylo took one of his gloved hands and roughly grabbed Lin's face so hard he almost broke his jaw. ''Because I say so, and what I say, goes, you understand?'' Lin sputtered as tears formed in the corners of his eyes, he tried nodding but Kylo's tight grip would not let him. ''Yes s-sir.'' Lin barely got the words out but when they left his lips Kylo let go of him, ''now scram, you fool.'' Lin had already ran before Kylo could complete his sentence.

The following day when you were up to some of your daily tasks you passed by Lin in one of the halls, you waved your hand at him and were about to walk up to him to strike up a conversation, but as soon as he saw you, his eyes widened and he quickly walked off. You felt as if he was avoiding you, but you could not understand why, until you took a look behind you to find your Supreme Leader standing in the dark, watching you. He had been up to something and you knew it. You wanted nothing but to confirm your suspicions, but what were you going to do? You could not possibly risk offending Kylo, you would lose everything you had worked oh so hard for to build up these past few years, however your curiousity was eating you alive and you simply could not take it anymore. It was the late afternoon when you stormed into the conference room you knew Kylo Ren would be at, and luckily for you he was there alone. ''Ah hello, what a surprise to see you here!'' Kylo exclaimed when he saw you enter through the big, steel doors. ''What is it you come to me fo-'' you cut Kylo off before he can finish his sentence, your eyes trying their best to pierce through his helmet as you stand maybe... a little too close to him. ''What have you been up to?'' You question him, trying to contain your anger. ''What are you talking about?'' Kylo countered your question with his own, stepping closer to further limit the distance between you two. As his body comes closer to yours you almost forget what you came to him for in the first place, your fiery eyes go from his helmet to his chest, arms, hands, you take in his body, the size, the greatness, then you hear a low chuckle coming from Kylo's helmet. Your eyes shoot back up at him, ''I am talking about Lin, and basically any other man that I have ever come in contact with, they all suddenly get called away or distracted by something and you are always around when that happens, and Lin, we talked every single day and suddenly one day he starts avoiding me like the plague!'' You exclaimed in a tone you maybe should not have used, you realized your words and your throat felt closed up, you heartbeat increased rapidly and you hoped you were not visibly sweating. ''What exactly are you accusing me of.'' He lowered his head to to yours, the glass in the helmet showing you your own nervous and trembling reflection. ''N-nothing sir, I-I am sorry, sir..'' Your voice was shaking and you swore he just chuckled again, you could slightly make out the shape of his eyes behind the glass of his helmet. He stepped away from you raising his head back up. ''You are not wrong, you know? Maybe I scared some of them off a little.'' He shrugged, his back was turned to you as he walked to the other side of the room, you quickly followed. ''Wait what? excuse me sir but why would you do that?'' he came to a sudden halt and you almost crashed into his back, he spun back around. ''Because they were not worthy.'' You felt, flattered? Somehow? But angry at the same time, you were angry at him for turning away your chances at any type of relationship with anybody on the ship, but you were also flattered that Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, was this invested in you, that he cared about you this much. ''Then who is worthy?'' You asked him, he sighed all he wanted to tell you was that it was him, he was worthy, he wanted you, he wanted to tell you he heard all your thoughts about him, every single one and that all he wanted to do was fulfill them, but you were just... too young. ''Sir?'' You placed your hand on his arm and he quickly shook his arm to get your hand off. ''No, do not touch me.'' He shook his head taking a step back from you. ''But why, sir?'' The way the word 'sir' rolled so smoothly off your tongue drove him crazy, he wanted nothing more than to have you, to kiss you, to touch you. ''I know how you have been thinking about me, your thoughts, they are so loud, so loud, but I am sorry, I cannot answer to them, you are too young.''

It stung, like a knife to the heart it stung, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, the man you had been lusting over for so long, he confirmed it, you were too young, but you were determined, now that you knew how he thought about you, you needed it, you needed him. ''I know im young, sir, but my mind is well beyond my years.'' You tried to persuade him, he turned his back to you and right when you thought you were being rejected, you heard a low hissing sound, his hand went up to his head, they grabbed his helmet and slowly raised it from his head. You saw his dark hair falling out from the helmet he then placed next to him on the conference table. He slowly turned around and you were met with his dark brown eyes, those piercing eyes, they looked down at you as he stepped closer, It was like you remembered, the eyes, the hair, the nose, the lips and the long scar, all you could think about was where it ended. A low chuckle emitted from his full, plush lips ''Your thoughts are so loud.'' He stepped closer to you, his gloved hand reached up to your face, caressing you cheek with the rough leather. ''But I cannot, I cannot corrupt your pure soul.'' You placed your hand on top of his, feeling just how big it was. ''You could not corrupt me even if you tried.'' You smirked at him, your confidence was radiating, you had this opportunity now and there was no way you were going to let it slip. Kylo's eyes went wide, he was shocked at your sudden confident attitude, his lips formed into a smirk and he grabbed your face with the hand resting on your cheek, he pulled your face towards his own and without a second thought he crashed his lips onto yours, you were soon to kiss him back and before you knew it you were half-sitting half-laying down on the conference room's table with Kylo between your legs hungrily kissing your lips.

''Your thoughts, your desires, your fantasies.'' He said inbetween kisses. ''I want to fulfill them all.'' He bit at your lip before moving his kisses down to your jawline and from your jawline to your neck, biting, sucking, licking, doing whatever he pleased. 'He continued speaking dirty words and sweet praise inbetween licks and bites, the only noises coming from you being whimpers and moans. ''You sound.. so sweet.'' He commented before pulling away from your neck causing you to whimper, he grabbed the bottom of your shirt lifting it up over your head, he stuck out a hand and an invisible pair of hands unclasped and removed your bra, an interesting use of the force for sure. H e took in the image of your naked boobs, still trying to process that this was really happening. He slowly extended his hand to one of your boobs, massaging it, looking up at you for any confirmation, you gave him a nod and he attached his lips to your nipple, sucking and licking at whilst massaging the other one, you tried to keep quiet not knowing if the room was any form of soundproof. Kylo pulled away from your nipple and was on his way to your pants before a swift sound came from behind you, you turned your head and saw the big doors had opened and General Hux stood in the doorway, he quickly turned to look away and you picked up your clothes and got dressed almost in an instant. Kylo did not seem to be affected by the situation at all simply stating ''we will continue our meeting later, I think General Hux needs me.'' He looked down at you giving you a wink, your cheeks heated up and you quickly scurried off past General Hux desperately trying to avoid eyecontact.

You could not wait for later.

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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...

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[anatee]

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut | pt. 3

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut. 18+. MINORS DNI. This is a direct continuation. I absolutely love him and will write part 4.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Word count: 12.4K

Content warning: fem!reader x Hux; a few curse words; smut: slight dom/sub implications, hair pulling kink, gloves kink, power kink one might say, fingering, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex (unprotected), handcuffs, just filth really; catching feelings and using privileges not-so-morally, soft Hux appears wildly as well

"Stay here with me tonight," she whispered, but he shook his head immediately.

"You know I can't. I should return to my quarters."

"I'm not letting you stay alone in that state," she said sternly, then stood up. "Give me two minutes. I'll change into my uniform and we can go together."

He knew it wasn't the best idea, but he didn't protest. Being close to her seemed like a dream at the moment, a breath of fresh air in his usual life. He needed her more than ever that night and had to put rationalism aside, something he had never thought he'd do.

She began to undress herself immediately and, even though he could barely see her silhouette in the dark and his imagination could go wild, it didn't. He knew she was naked yet didn't feel the immediate need to make it erotic; he simply adored her body in silence, letting his feelings for her grow.

Both in their uniforms, they moved through the corridors as if they weren't embracing each other and whispering confessions just mere moments earlier, and they walked quickly to hide safely in his quarters.

There, they both changed into comfy clothes and sat on his enormous bed, side to side.

"Do you want anything?" she asked in a whisper, trying to read his expression in the reddish light from behind the bed. "Maybe a massage?"

"No, I just..." he began, unsure how to name what he really wanted, but she seemed to know it well.

"You just need more hugs," she said happily and moved to embrace him tightly, keeping her head on his shoulder.

Yes, he thought. That was what he wanted and needed, more than air.

It worked wonders, the feeling of her body, her warmth, he could basically feel his heartbeat slow down, not to mention he began forgetting about his worries.

"I forgot to tell you..." he said suddenly, having relaxed a lot. "I have talked to Ren. We will award you the higher rank tomorrow."

"Really?" she asked in excitement, lifting her head off of his shoulder. "So what does this mean for me?"

"You'll get a new room, new uniform, new duties... But you will still work right under my command."

"No complaints there." She smiled and he couldn't suppress a smile himself. "But wait... So it means you'll call me Lieutenant Y/L/N now?"

He looked at her and sighed heavily.

"I look at you and I don't think I'll be able to get these words through my lips, considering how annoying you get."

"Then you shouldn't have agreed to it," she argued, laughing, then moved her hand to stroke his chest through the black material of his shirt. "Will my room be closer to yours?"

"So that's what interests you now? You should be proud of your military achievements, not..."

"Oh, so should I leave now?" She cut him off, knowing exactly which string to pull. And the way she gazed at him then, bathed in the reddish light... He lost all of his inhibitions, and gave up.

"No. You know I wish you'd never have to leave," he admitted quietly and she hugged him even more tightly than before.

"Me too," she replied sadly, then sighed again. "But for now... Let's just sleep, Armitage. I know you're exhausted. And remember that tonight I'm here. Not going anywhere."

That's what he needed to hear. He held her closer, letting himself lay as comfortably as possible, then placed an innocent kiss on her head, as if thanking for her presence.

"Sleep well."

The next day Y/N sneaked out of his quarters yet again, and then was promoted to the rank of a lieutenant. Many officers congratulated her, but only the congratulations from Armitage mattered, only this short moment he could touch her in public, even if just for a polite handshake. They both remained as professional as it was required, raising no suspicions whatsoever.

Immediately after, a droid led her to her new quarters which she liked at first sight. Her new room was black and red just like the previous one, but it was bigger, so was the bed, the window, a few other pieces of furniture, and, most importantly, she finally had her own bathroom. It was tiny and fit just the essentials, but was still thousands of times better than sharing the bathroom with other soldiers.

The droid helped her move all her things to the new quarters, and then she met some other officer who was to show her new duties - Hux was busy overseeing everyone and everything as usual. It didn't stop him from thinking about her, though.

General Hux always meant everything he said. And that is why when Y/N returned to her new quarters for her fist night there, she found a gift, right on her bed, with a short message attached.

A sufferable gift for the insufferable lieutenant.

There was no information on who it was from, but did she need it? She could jump out of happiness right then and there.

It was a black box with the red emblem of the First Order, one used for military supplies, of course, but she knew he couldn't use another one out of safety. You had to know a code to open it; he didn't give her one, but Y/N had an inkling it was the very same one he used for his bedroom... And she was right.

Excited, she couldn't wait any longer and opened it immediately. She wasn't disappointed - not like any gift from the General could disappoint. There, in the box, was a set of neatly folded black sheets, just like the one he had... The one he had promised to get her.

"How am I supposed not to fall for this man?" she whispered, hugging the sheets to herself, and then she glanced at the picture of her parents on her new nightstand. "Be proud of me, mom and dad. I'm a lieutenant now..." she said, then turned to a whisper. "And the happiest girl in this galaxy."

She wanted to thank him as soon as possible, but this wasn't easy. She either had to catch him alone, which was nearly impossible, or simply wait for an invitation to his quarters. She didn't see him at all the next day, and was left wondering what was happening with him.

The next morning brought compensation. She was in the headquarters of Starkiller, checking something on her datapad, when suddenly someone put hands on her shoulders.

"Y/N! We have finally found you. Lieutenant now, huh? Congratulations!" 

It was Malia, smiling at her along with Marlen who walked up to them as well.

"Yes, from me too," he said sincerely. "You deserved it."

"You can boss us around now, huh?" Malia asked jokingly, causing Y/N to smile.

"Well, I can, and I'm definitely going to try it," she replied proudly.

"I'm still wondering how it happened, though. 

After all, Hux keeps on punishing you," Marlen wondered, making her gulp. She had to come up with an excuse, right there and then.

"It's Ren who likes me, and he has a say thanks to the Supreme Leader, so..." she began and then immediately felt someone's presence right behind her.

"What is this? Chattering during work?"

She turned, her knees weakening at the sight of the General staring at her and her friends.

"I apologise, General," she murmured quickly almost at the same time as Malia and Marlen.

"Back to your positions, immediately," Hux said sternly and they obeyed at once. Y/N was about to walk away as well, always remembering to remain professional, but he had other plans.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N."

She raised her head and walked back to him, her friends watching her anxiously from a distance.

"Yes, General."

He looked around and, when he made sure no one could hear them, busy with their work, he asked as quietly as possible:

"May I invite you for a walk?"

She opened her mouth in shock. He was asking this bluntly? In public?

"Can we?"

"We'll be discussing military subjects, of course."

She suppressed a giggle, because she knew that was not what they were going to do. 

"Oh, of course."

"Don't forget your uniform coat and meet me..." 

he began quietly and then raised his voice immediately as someone passed them. "Lieutenant Y/L/N, I want you to inspect the new TIE fighters with me. Meet me in front of the hangar bay number nine in ten minutes," he said sternly and scarily, just like he would to any other soldier.

"Yes, sir," she bowed her head, and he walked away quickly.

And so, ten minutes later, she showed up where she was supposed to and they both did start with inspecting the aircraft, but Hux didn't choose one of the hangars nearest to the open forest by accident. Slowly, but surely, he moved with Y/N towards it, until they were finally free to stroll through the snow-covered woods.

"That was very cunning of you, General," she said as they entered the forest, having passed some patrolling Stormtroopers who cowered at the sight of Hux. "I'm impressed."

"Ass licking yet again, Y/L/N." He shook his head in disappointment.

"That we can take care of later," she said confidently and it was hard for him not to laugh. "I can finally thank you for your gift. It was the best one I've ever got."

"That's the only kind of things I give," he said proudly, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Cocky, aren't you?"

"You should be glad I find it too risky to pin you to one of these trees now."

Butterflies in her stomach, erupting in thousands. This was a feeling she simply couldn't get enough of.

"I suppose," she turned to check if anyone was following them, but they were all alone among the snowy trees, "holding your hand would be too much, too."

Hux looked down at his hand right beside hers, hesitating. He was so starved for touch, any of it... It would be such a delight to do it... That walk was a risk already, but fixable... They could explain themselves if someone saw them walking together, but holding hands? There would be no way out.

"It would," he said quietly, not meeting her eyes. "But we'll make up for it soon."

She nodded and they continued walking beside each other, with their hands behind their backs, as if just strolling the bridge. Y/N couldn't stop smiling anyway; in her head, it was their first date, as weird as their relationship, but somehow still romantic.

"This place... For a weapon, it's exceptionally beautiful," she said suddenly, taking in her surroundings. "I've never had the chance to see it from this perspective."

"Are there any other places you would want to see?"

"Any of them," she replied at once. "I told you I wanted to travel the whole galaxy once."

"You still do?" he asked, indirectly implying he would take her anywhere she wanted. But she simply looked at him and replied:

"I think I'm right at home now."

Hux hated when she did that... When she made him feel such strong, pleasurable emotions. He was scared he'd start showing them among soldiers. But he smiled, unable to hide it when she graced him with such confessions.

"And how is your injury?" he asked suddenly just to change the subject.

"Completely gone. Nixol scanned me yesterday. He claims I have made a full recovery."

"Have you?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'm personally going to check this soon," he added, making her heart jump out of excitement.

"Of course. Nothing can compare to the General's inspection."

"And it will be thorough."

They both smiled, not quite meeting each other's eyes.

"We should start heading back. Slowly," he said to her disappointment.

"Already?"

He hated the look she gave him, but remembered what could happen.

"Y/N, you know the rules. And we both have duties to take care of. You know it's important, the Starkiller is almost read..."

"I know, Armitage, I know all that," she cut him off. "But it doesn't make me want to spend any less time with you."

He smiled again, even if faintly.

"Come to my quarters in a week, just to be safe," he said, leaning a little to whisper to her ear:

"I'll have something for you."

"Another surprise for me?" she asked, nudging him with her elbow. "How did I deserve it?"

He inhaled sharply.

I'm falling for you.

"Let's just say that a lieutenant has more privileges," he said dismissively, still unable to express his true emotions.

They walked back to the hangars, making sure to talk about the military again, unhappy to begin a week of anticipation. They didn't even have time to exchange many looks as Y/N had many more new duties, and usually came back to her quarters exhausted.

The night before their meeting Hux was walking next to a spacious corridor, heading to his quarters for a good night's sleep. He would pass the loud-talking soldiers standing there without a second look were it not for the subject they were talking about.

They were discussing prostitutes, loud and clear.

"There was this one hot girl I met, I don't even remember which system it was... That's how good the sex was. Wish I could see her again..."

"I had a hook-up with an alien chick once," one of the soldiers replied. "And I don't want any alien pussy anymore. I always send off the alien prostitutes."

This was too much.

Hux felt like he was about to throw up. The subject of prostitutes among soldiers had always been disgusting to him, but now that he had Y/N, he couldn't possibly imagine getting intimate with someone he didn't have a connection with. A random girl? A girl that wasn't her? Never.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, stepping into the conversation right when the third soldier of the party was about to speak.

"Nothing, General," one of them answered.

"Back to your quarters, immediately," he snapped, then quickly walked away, unwilling to talk to them anymore.

The soldiers didn't really care about his words since they lost him from sight and just came back to their discussion.

"Wonder how Hux gets off. Or if he does at all. Maybe he'd relax a bit if he did..."

"With his position? I bet he's got all the best chicks for himself."

The next day was the worst part of all the waiting. Y/N met eyes with Hux many more times than she'd like to admit, because they knew that in the night, they would both find peace in each other's arms.

"Enter."

Hux sounded very strict when Y/N asked for permission to enter his quarters in the evening, at the time everyone else was busy eating dinner. No one saw her enter the spacious office with her hands behind her back, acting as if it was just a professional visit even when she heard him lock the door behind her with a switch under his desk.

"You wanted to see me, General," she said, standing in front of him as if unaware of his intentions.

He did not speak, he watched. Sitting comfortably in his chair, he looked at her hungrily, focusing on each and every curve of her body. At this point, he wasn't sure whether he liked the mystery or preferred what was underneath... Both were a view to enjoy.

They were looking at each other in almost complete silence, only electronics whirring and buzzing in the background, and Y/N breathing so heavily he could hear it and, most importantly, see her chest rise with every breath. This made him remember her breasts, and filled him with the unbearable desire to look at them, to feel them again. Keeping his hands on the arms of his chair was becoming harder, just like something else.

Watching him like this made her feel hotter and hotter with every passing second. Him, sitting there, no hat, no coat, just his perfect uniform, hair and gloves, kriff, the most attractive of them all. She wished that, whatever he was planning on doing to her, he wouldn't take them off in the process. And there was also his gaze, as freezing cold as the weather outside, so piercing that if Y/N didn't know his other side, she'd be terrified.

After what seemed like ages of gazing at each other, and after the atmosphere's become so tense they both couldn't wait anymore, he spoke:

"I'm tired. I do not have time for formalities today."

"Of course, General. I wouldn't want to waste your time," she replied, barely holding in her laughter.

He wasn't amused. Having taken one more look at her, he inclined his head towards the polished surface right in front of him.

"Onto the desk," he said crisply.

"The desk?" Y/N blurted out, unsure what he meant.

He pushed his chair back a bit, making space for her.

"Get on the desk and undress."

That she understood, and didn't mind at all. At that moment, she could do anything he asked of her.

She climbed onto the desk, then sat right in front of him, her legs almost reaching the floor. He fixed his position on the chair, then leaned back a little, ready to watch the show that was about to unfold just for him. He had already made sure no one would disturb them, so he could just sit back and enjoy the view of the woman he came to adore.

She removed her hat first, and he saw that her ponytail was in place, making him smirk just a little. Then she got rid of her boots and tossed them to the shiny floor, thinking it would get him mad, but he didn't look away from her even for a second. She proceeded to take off her gloves, finger by finger, as slow as she could for him to enjoy.

When they were gone, Hux shifted in his seat. Things were going to get much more interesting now that she grabbed her belt and unbuckled it. With the belt gone, she began unbuttoning her shirt, and then slid it off her arms slowly, revealing a black bra.

Excitement rose in Hux, so much Y/N could notice the gleam in his eyes. That's why, before proceeding, she decided to tease him.

"Which first, General?" she asked with her eyes fixed on his, and he swallowed before answering strictly:

"Top."

So she reached for the clasp of her bra.

Breathing heavily as she threw it to the floor, she allowed him to watch her bare chest raise for a few seconds. She already knew he was more than enjoying the view; his eyes betrayed him completely.

She was just about to grab her pants, but he couldn't wait. He moved the chair closer to the desk, then grabbed her hips roughly to pull her into his lap, their chests colliding. Y/N could already feel what he was thinking about her right underneath herself.

"Now," he said, putting his gloved hand on her hot cheek, "what do I do with you?"

But he already knew what he wanted to do. Keeping one of his hands on her butt, he used the other to pull her into a kiss that would not allow her to catch a breath. She threw her arms around his neck to steady herself and didn't even wait for it - she simply began grinding against him, making him moan in between the feverish kisses.

He could physically feel stress leave his body as she kissed him back, letting him use his tongue however he wanted while she kept on rocking her hips, making his pants tighter.

"I needed you so much," he rasped, trying to breathe during the short moment their lips were not on each other's. She wanted to respond, but didn't have time before he kissed her again, passionately, this time keeping both of his hands on her butt. Their hearts were racing and blood boiling, it seemed like there was no one in the entire galaxy but the person they were kissing...

Impatience began taking over Hux as they both felt his erection throbbing in the pants of his uniform. Having forced her off of his lap, he grabbed her pants and began to pull them down... 

To discover she had no panties on.

He gaped at her for a moment in utter disbelief. That little minx knew exactly what she was doing.

"No underwear on duty?" he asked harshly, having composed himself.

"Is that an offence?" she asked with an innocent smile and he was absolutely not having it.

"Yes, it is." He slapped his hand on the desk, making her jump as he locked her between herself and the furniture. "What punishment do you suggest I should impose on you, Lieutenant? Send you to cleaning? Discharge you?"

She leaned towards him and put her mouth right next to his ear, so her breath could barely brush his skin as she whispered:

"Fuck me."

He almost snorted, smirking at her jeeringly as he pushed her back onto the desk.

"That would be being too good to you," he said, looking at her proudly from above. His gaze and his tone alone made her gulp. 

What was he going to do to her?

"Legs open," he commanded like the General he was and she obeyed without a second thought, glad that at least the surface of the desk cooled down her body, otherwise she might have overheated.

Before she was able to even guess what he was doing, he got on his knees and put his head between her legs, then did not warn her at all before giving her a long lick.

She shivered, immediately searching for something to grab on. She did not expect they'd be doing this on his desk, but there she was, quivering on the cold surface as his tongue worked wonders on her clit.

It was a mix of pleasure and pain since she had nothing to rest her legs on, and he did not let her use his shoulders. She was left to grab the edge of the desk while he licked and sucked on her, her legs getting sore from being in the air.

She kept on moaning, knowing no one could hear her except for him. She didn't even have to tell him she was close to reaching her peak; he could almost sense it, the waves of pleasure washing over her while her breathing became faster, her moans louder...

He made sure to lick slowly and deeply, as if suddenly he had all the time in the world to pleasure her. When he heard her try to utter his name, he stopped suddenly, teasing her as usual.

"Not so confident now, are you, Lieutenant?" he asked, standing up and wiping his mouth with his finger. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy watching her juices flow onto the surface of the desk, sure he would remember the view every time he sat there.

Y/N propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him in disbelief; he did it again.

"That's torture," she growled at him because her body was aching for more. 

It only made him snort.

"You haven't seen real torture yet, Y/L/N," he said with such an expression that made her heart skip a beat. "Stand up."

Although mad, she obeyed, because she could see he had a plan, and was more than eager to discover it. He grabbed her hand and led her towards one of the huge windows. When they got there, he turned Y/N to face the glass, then trapped her between it and himself.

"How fortunate," he whispered into her ear, then kissed her neck, "that you can see through these windows only from the inside."

Even though he said that, she couldn't help but feel as though every soldier walking by the hangars and other buildings could see her naked body pressed against the cold glass. It was such a weird feeling, terrifying and arousing at the same time.

His gloves fell to the floor and his fingers travelled right between her legs. He didn't take it slow this time: he began pumping his fingers in and out of her immediately.

"Watch all of this," he hissed, pulling her ponytail slightly as she tried to steady herself, her knees growing weaker. "Look at the power I'm building, at the most dangerous weapon in the galaxy we're standing on, at all my soldiers programmed from birth... I have all of this power and you."

His words were arousing her more and more, and heat was building up inside her as he added a second finger, and then even a third one, making her whimper. As Stormtroopers walked mere meters away from the window, she really hoped they didn't see her, or she would be stripped of her dignity. It was only Armitage who was allowed to see her like this.

With three fingers still going in and out of her, and three more rubbing her clit at the same time, she was shaking, almost losing balance. To add to the sensations, there was also his erection, one she could feel against her bottom...

"Armitage, this time... I'm..."

"Don't restrain yourself," he whispered, placing one more kiss on her neck. It was unbelievable, the feeling of power filling him up when he could see and hear the effect he had on her.

She moaned his name as she came all over his hands, making him feel more satisfied than ever because he was the reason of her pleasure.

A few seconds later, she almost fell to the floor when he stepped back, pressing her palm against the window to steady herself once again.

"Kriff... No one has ever made me feel this good," she panted, breathing even more heavily than before.

"That's what I thought," he said with a triumphant expression, then looked at his fingers, still glistening with what she gave him. "Now... There's work for you to do," he added suddenly, because at this point his erection was almost hurting him in the tight pants.

She looked at it shamelessly, then smirked between the breaths. She walked up to him and whispered into his ear:

"You want me on my knees... Or on you?"

Hux gulped, having not expected these words at all. How was he supposed to choose? He wanted all of it.

"I want you quick."

Having heard that, Y/N was about to lower herself to the ground, when she thought that if she chose the second option... She might benefit from it, too.

"Then let's get to the bedroom."

A minute later, he was laying on his bed, shirtless, and she was pulling his pants off of him. He almost hissed when she took off his boxers, too, then positioned herself over him. They didn't need any more foreplay: she simply clasped her hand around his length and positioned it right underneath herself, then slowly lowered her body to sit on him. They moaned in unison when she did that, immense pleasure running down their spines.

"Kriff, kriff..."

"Relax now, General." She smiled, sighing to help herself adjust to him. "I suppose my legs are going to be sore again, anyway..."

She moved up slowly, then down with the same pace, and that first surge of pleasure woke him up. He sat up to be closer to her and grabbed her hips, still wishing to be in control as he guided her body along his cock.

They craved each other even more in the dim, red light that lit up certain parts of the bedroom, getting even more turned on as they listened to the rustling of the sheets, the heavy breathing, the skin slapping on skin...

Oh, they would be in so much trouble if anyone knew. If someone came in - although that was impossible with all the doors that protected them - and saw the General being ridden passionately, how would they react? If they didn't know Y/N was a soldier, it would be quite alright... But only soldiers were allowed on Starkiller.

She was rocking her hips as much as she could, and it seemed to work wonders, because he threw his head back, even unable to kiss her. She held onto his shoulders tightly, leaving a few scratch marks in these moments when he had the power to match her movements.

"I could get addicted to this," he rasped suddenly, pleasure speaking louder than rationality.

Y/N smiled, managing to give him a wet kiss while still rocking his penis... And world.

"And I would love to be your drug," she whispered against his lips, giving him goosebumps. At this point, he could give her the entire galaxy...

When she felt him lose grip on her hips, she knew he was close. Her legs were burning, but she knew it was about a few more thrusts, so she picked up her pace.

One loud grunt escaped his lips, alerting her before he came. She kept on moving for a few seconds, bathing in the moment of bliss; it was such a new experience, being filled up by him, something that made her want him even more. He had his eyes closed and lips parted - she took him to paradise.

It didn't even matter to him that she stained his sheets when she got off of him. They both fell onto the mattress, exhausted but extremely satisfied. 

Hux couldn't help but smile; the desire was disappearing, and pure joy began filling him up - she was finally by his side again, and every time it happened, it made him even happier than before. It all seemed like a miracle, since not so long ago Hux wouldn't be even able to explain what happiness felt like...

As they both tried to catch their breath, Y/N felt everything that was flowing out of her on her thigh, and she remembered that during their first time, he pulled out... But this time, everything was inside her, now dripping down her leg. When she realised it, fear overtook her body in a matter of seconds.

"Armitage, it just dawned on me... Oh, shit, how come had I not thought about this before?"

"What's wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. 

What did he forget about?

"What if I..." She turned her head to face him, terrified. "What if I get pregnant?"

Concern immediately left his face, confusing her greatly. Hux averted his gaze from her, then spoke with some kind of sadness in his voice:

"You won't."

She gaped at him.

"But you cu..."

"I am infertile," he cut her off, shocking her. "A medic told me that years ago and a recent examination confirmed it."

"Oh..." she said in surprise, unsure how she should react to the information, but relief was surely one of the main feelings she was experiencing.

Hux was still avoiding eye contact with her as he said quietly:

"You're the only one who knows that."

She grabbed his hand comfortingly, smiling sincerely.

"And it will stay this way, I promise."

He knew she was going to keep this promise, and it was touching. Slowly breaking the walls he usually put up around himself, he moved on the bed to embrace her from behind, then buried his face in the crook of her neck. Warmth of joy took over them both as the world around them dissolved; love was in the air, although neither of them dared speak about it.

All of General's problems, duties and responsibilities went away when he hugged her... And this led him to a confession he never thought possible.

"You're my cure, Y/N," he whispered, then placed a chaste kiss on her neck.

"For what?"

"Everything," he replied without hesitation, melting her from the inside.

Touched, she turned to see him, then cupped his face and brought his lips to hers in the most innocent kiss they have ever exchanged.

They were looking at each other for a moment after this, as if trying to remember the face of the other for all these moments they couldn't, or at least shouldn't, watch each other for long.

"You know... I want to take a shower," she said after a moment, still feeling his cum dripping down her leg.

"Go on then. I'll order dinner. Any wishes?"

"What we ate last time would be perfect."

They both climbed off the high bed, and Y/N was about to walk towards the bathroom when Hux stopped her by grabbing her arms.

"However, before you go... Do you see anything new here?"

Y/N looked around the bedroom, because she certainly didn't have time to do it before and indeed, she noticed a new piece of black and red furniture right next to the bathroom door.

"I don't think this wardrobe was here the last time..." she pointed at it, frowning.

"Correct. Open it."

So she did, and the inside shocked her.

There, on shelves and hangers, was everything she needed and more. For example, there were three black towels, all folded neatly, and next to them a toothbrush. She also noticed a new hairbrush and a pack of hair ties next to it along with comfortable slippers. A bathrobe, a nightgown, even a spare uniform hanging on the left side...

"This is all for you," he explained and she was thankful for it, because she couldn't believe it. If that wasn't a declaration of love in an act, then she didn't know what was.

"How did you manage to smuggle this in?" she asked in surprise, wondering who carried in this many female items into the General's headquarters without making it a scandal.

"I'm the General, I have my ways," he replied in an obvious tone. "I imported it all as classified. No one knew what was inside except for the trusted vendor I have in the Gold system. He doesn't ask questions... And you don't have to steal my things anymore."

"Oh, but you loved it," she teased, then hugged him tightly. "Thank you... This is wonderful."

"It's so you won't steal from me," he said harshly, but she knew it was just him trying not to look soft for her... When she knew he was.

"Of course, of course... So I'll take my new bathrobe, new slippers and new towel with me... And enjoy my shower..."

He shook his head as she disappeared behind the bathroom's door, then he opened the other wardrobe to clean himself a little and dress up. Hux chose a black shirt with long sleeves, quite a tight one, but soft when you touched it. He also wore matching pants, but they were loose, making it the perfect combination for a nice evening on a snow-covered planet.

She took her time with the shower. When she came back to him, he was already in his "living" room, fresh food on the polished table, and all the clothes she had left scattered around his office earlier were now on the armchair, folded neatly.

She was just in a black bathrobe and slippers, her hair untied, and approached him with a smile. In a split second, she decided not to sit on the black sofa next to him... But his lap.

"You have really got too comfortable," he said in disbelief when she hugged him, settling herself on his thighs.

"Me?" She looked at him in outrage. "And who organised a whole wardrobe for me?"

"But I'm the General," he said like it was his argument for everything.

"Right now you're no general to me, Armie..." she whispered, kissing him on the lips.

He sent her a disappointed look.

"Y/N, there are some borders even you cannot cross."

She let out a sigh. He was coming through, but he still wasn't as soft as she suspected he could be. Him being balls deep inside her wasn't crossing a border, but this was?

Disappointed just like he was, she slid off his lap onto the sofa, but he didn't like it.

"That wasn't the border I was talking about." He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his lap immediately.

She frowned in confusion. "So what was?"

"Calling me Armie."

For a few seconds, she was looking at him in disbelief, until she finally rolled her eyes.

"So how would you like me to call you?"

He couldn't stop himself.

"Sir will do," he replied and she barely stopped herself from smacking his arm.

"You should be glad I'm still kind of scared of offending you as a general."

"As you should," he said and proceeded to hug her in a way that completely contradicted his statement. "Let's eat, it'll be cold."

She eventually nodded in agreement, then stood up to sit in the armchair opposite him.

She smiled, settling herself. "You never forget the tea."

"I tolerate perfectionism only, you know that."

"And do you know what excuse I may give to other soldiers when they see I missed dinner again?"

"You don't have to explain yourself to them," he began sharply, "you report to me and me only," he added, even though it wasn't completely true. 

There were, of course, other officers with higher ranks than her.

She picked up her cup. "I would love to tell them that, but I don't want to be suspicious. Mentioning you is always risky."

"Not mentioning me at all is risky, too."

Y/N drank a little from her tea, sending him a suspicious look.

"So you do want me to gossip about you?" she asked provokingly, causing him to heave a sigh.

"I can't believe I'm putting up with you."

Her smile just got wider.

After dinner, they moved to the bedroom. He took a quick shower before laying down next to her on the bed, under a new set of sheets, having tossed the stained one to the laundry.

"I didn't get to ask..." he began as he pulled her towards himself, wishing to hold her close. "How are you finding it? Being a lieutenant?"

She shrugged, placing her head on his chest. "Duties are duties... My own bathroom is the best perk."

He snorted in disbelief. "That's what you're saying to your commander?"

She smiled, looking up at him. "I'm saying this to my Armie."

"Y/N."

She rolled her eyes again. "Oh, what do you want me to say? It's alright. I have more responsibilities, yes, but I like it."

"Getting cheeky, aren't you? You're gonna have a hard time if you keep on acting like this."

"Am I going to have it?" she teased before moving her hand down his body to clasp her hand around his penis. "Or you?" she asked as he hissed in surprise.

"Y/N." He coughed, trying to compose himself as she let go, chuckling.

"I'm tired today, but..." She placed a kiss on his chest, talking quietly. "I hope we'll get to repeat tonight soon."

"Repeat?" He laughed jeeringly. "Definitely not in the way it went today. I went easy on you, because I wanted to see if your injuries were really gone."

"You said that last time already, I'm not that scared..."

She had no idea he was telling the truth. He already had some things in store, ready to use, but missing her simply won that night. He wanted her close more than he wanted to fulfill the desire...

"You'll be surprised then," he said after a moment, planting a kiss on her head.

"When?"

When was always the question when it came to their relationship. When will it be safe to meet, when will he have time for her, when will no one suspect anything?

He knew he wouldn't be able to wait for her as long as he waited this time. Ren was gone for now, so he felt quite safe... Maybe he could even invite her in just two days, maybe three for safety...?

"Sooner than you might think," he replied eventually, hugging her tighter.

She buried her face into his side, smiling widely, her heart beating slower, her whole body relaxing...

"Back to the subject of your quarters... Is there anything else you'd like to have there? Other than the sheets?" he asked suddenly.

She was thinking for a moment before replying:

"You would be perfect. But I know I can't have it."

"I'll find a way," he said, causing her to look up at him in confusion.

"Way to what? Stay in my quarters?"

"No, but I'll find something you'd like. Just wait."

"You do care about me, don't you?" she said, although she didn't even know why. The fact that he cared was, especially that evening, more obvious than anything.

"Like you don't know that I do," he replied, prompting her to kiss him one more time. Then she yawned, and it made him remember how tired he was as well.

"Let's sleep. It seems the lieutenant duty does exhaust you."

"It was you, actually," she replied, yawning again and closing her eyes.

"I have only just begun," he whispered against her ear, sending one last pleasurable shiver of the night through her body. "Sleep well, minx," he added, once again realising how much happiness it brought him that she was there.

Y/N had no idea she would have the chance to visit General's quarters again just three days later. She was talking to Mitaka and a young officer named Atter, and both of them looked displeased... And somehow scared.

"The reports are not good," said Atter, showing the other two a holo with the inside of the Starkiller base. "The works aren't going as fast as intended. The engineers assume the oscillator will need a few more weeks if we want to charge the weapon... And not blow this base up."

"Damn it..." Mitaka grunted, clearly furious.

"The worst thing is," Atter began, slowly turning away from the holo to look at the other two, "someone has to go and tell General Hux."

He gulped. He was sure he was the one who would be sent to him since he was the youngest, and he was already imagining his doom... But had no idea Y/N wanted this opportunity.

"I can do it," she said loudly and Mitaka looked at her in shock.

"Are you sure? He'll be furious."

She had to stop herself from laughing. They didn't even know it would be a pleasure for her... And, at the same time, she would look braver than them.

"Well, someone has to do this," she said as if it was torture to go to him.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Atter muttered and she just rolled her eyes, then turned on her heel to walk to the General's office.

The moment she asked for entrance, she tried to stay as professional as possible, wondering what his reaction will be - he had no idea who was about to visit him.

She marched inside with her hands behind her back and, at first, he didn't even look up from the datapad in his hands, but just the view was enough for her to swallow hard. After all, he was sitting by the very same desk he had eaten her out on...

"What is it again?" he asked harshly when she stood a safe meter or so opposite his desk.

"General, I'm afraid I have bad news."

Her voice caused him to look up immediately. 

The moment he saw her, his mouth fell open slightly, and then he looked behind her to make sure she was the only one visiting him...

When he knew there were just the two of them in the office, he began wondering whether she really had something important to tell him or just found a way to sneak in - because would he mind using the desk the same way he used it three days before right then and there? He would not.

"Oh, do you?" He leaned back in his chair, seizing the opportunity to look at her freely after three days of avoiding any kind of contact.

"The works on the thermal oscillator..."

"Is it really the oscillator you came here for?" he cut her off, watching her face searchingly.

"I volunteered to deliver the information to you, sir," she replied in a professional tone... Teasing him at the same time.

"How brave of you, Lieutenant."

"And about the oscillator... It's not working properly yet. The engineers say it will need a few more weeks before gaining the full ability to protect the charged weapon."

He slapped his hand on the table, clearly annoyed. He let out a sigh, then cursed under his breath, trying to compose himself at the same time.

"Is that all?" he asked after a moment, displeasure still on his face.

"For now, yes, sir."

He nodded, content, and raised from his seat.

"Then come closer."

Y/N didn't need him to repeat. She got as close to the desk as she could, and when she did, Hux walked around it to approach her. He hesitated for a moment, then eventually grabbed her waist and pulled her towards himself, closing the distance between them in a short, but passionate kiss.

Y/N smiled as they parted, butterflies erupting in her stomach. "I should volunteer to deliver information to you more often."

"Now, don't get too confident," he said as he took a safe step back from her. "But it's good you did decide to come tod... Wait, I have a call." His voice got cut off by a sound of ringing, and he leaned over his desk to push a button and receive the call.

"General Hux, the new hangar bay is ready for your inspection."

"Finally. I will be there in a minute," Hux replied to the voice from the call, then disconnected it immediately.

He grabbed his coat from the chair, then turned to look at Y/N with the slightest smile. "Seems like we're leaving together, Lieutenant."

She smiled back at him, moving out of his way and inclining the door with her head. "After you, General."

He didn't want her to leave this quickly. Not when they had a chance to be together and not look too suspicious...

"Any special duties you have right now?"

She shook her head. "Just the usual."

He stopped right before the door, so abruptly she almost collided with him.

"Then why don't you join me for the inspection?"

A beam spread across her face, one he found hard not to return.

"Gladly, General."

"That's the kind of people we need," he said as they left the office, looking away from each other so as not to burst out laughing.

They stopped by her quarters so she could get her coat and a datapad to pretend her presence was actually essential during the inspection. When she was locking her door, he made sure no one could see them, then lowered his head a little to whisper into her ear:

"Come to me the day after tomorrow. Dinnertime, sharp."

"Already?" she asked in shock, then turned to face him. "You're sure?"

He gave her such a look that made her feel tiny. She knew it was impossible, but almost expected him to pin her to the wall right then and there, which wasn't far from his thoughts. A split second of hesitation and he might have actually done it, but two soldiers appeared in the corridor out of nowhere.

"You dare question my orders, Lieutenant?" Hux raised his voice immediately, pretending to be mad at her.

"No, General."

"Follow me," he almost growled, then began walking away without a second glance at her.

The inspection was as professional as it could be. Hux was walking around the new hangar with the engineer guiding him, and Y/N was right behind them, "noting" General's opinions on her datapad. They were both happy that they could at least spend some time together, even if avoiding any physical contact. It didn't mean they didn't manage to exchange a few glances while the engineer was busy explaining everything they were seeing. Y/N could also swear his fingers brushed hers too many times for it to be a coincidence...

The evening of that day, she finally had some time to spare and invited her friend, Malia, to her new quarters.

"Doesn't look too bad..." Malia said, sitting on the bed and looking around the room. "I mean, you have your own bathroom. That's already paradise. And this set of sheets is so soft..." She felt the texture of the black, silky sheets with her hand.

Y/N, standing in front of her, gulped. She hoped Malia would not ask any further and just assume the sheets were the lieutenant perk... She had to change the subject, but before she did, Malia did it herself.

"You know, I've been wondering recently... Do you think we'll have a chance to have our families one day?"

"What? Why are you suddenly thinking about this?"

"I had an examination today." She sighed as Y/N sat down next to her. "The medics told me that I might not be able to have kids. Apparently I have a very weak system and they think I wouldn't be able to carry a pregnancy."

"Oh, that..." Y/N hugged her a little from the side. "It'll be alright, Malia... If we win the war, you'll have time to rest, get better and you could have a family."

"Win the war? This war might not end in our lifetime." Malia sighed again. "But hey, weren't your parents soldiers, too? And they had time to have you and..."

"They met and got married before serving in the army," Y/N explained. "My mother took a short break to give birth to me and care for me, and then I was given to, you know, the First Order kindergarten one might say. If my parents hadn't been soldiers, I would've probably ended as another Stormtrooper..."

"But still, they were soldiers and had a family," Malia argued. "And we don't even have anyone to choose if we wanted... Is there even a guy you would want to date around here? You said you liked someone a while ago."

Y/N felt that her body was starting to get hotter with every word. She decided that no matter what, she wasn't going to mention Armitage - she was afraid that otherwise she might blurt out something, even absent-mindedly.

"That's... No longer valid."

"But do you think, for example, that Marlen is handsome?"

Y/N didn't know what to say. It was weird for her to talk about other men now that all of her attention was on one ginger guy she was not supposed to like this way...

"Malia, I don't know where you got this fro..." Y/N's words were cut off by someone trying to enter her room.

She swallowed hard, hoping more than anything that it was not Hux, not that day...

Fortunately, when she opened the door, there was just a droid, holding a black box with the red emblem of the First Order, the size of a standard datapad.

"Classified package for Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N," he announced in a robotic voice.

"That's me. Thank you," she replied and got the box from him, then closed the door again, suppressing a smile. She had a feeling she knew who sent her a "classified" gift...

"Package, huh? Can I see?" Malia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Malia, you know I can't show you. It's classified!" Y/N said as if outraged, and her friend only rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay, Miss Important Lieutenant..."

Y/N didn't want to be a bad friend, but at the same time, she simply could not wait to see what was in the package. She pretended to be tired to make Malia leave earlier, and the moment the door closed behind her friend, she sat on the bed and pulled the box onto her thighs.

She typed in the password she knew so well and the box got unlocked. She opened it and, as expected, it wasn't classified... At least not in the military meaning.

First, she saw a card.

Found my way to your quarters.

This was enough to make her heart fill with joy. She threw the card aside to check what her gift was and she saw some black material, different from the sheets... Confused, she pulled it out to realise it was a familiar texture, one she had already fallen asleep on...

It was his shirt, the very same one he slept in during their last night together, scented with the cologne that made her crazy about him every time she walked past him, hugged him, kissed him...

Bringing the shirt to her nose, she was so happy that she finally had something of his. The scent alone brought her the memories of all the moments she spent with him, making her excited. And there were still two long days before she could be with him again...

She fell onto the mattress, hugging the shirt. The feeling of yearning prompted her to move one of her hands down her body and between her legs...

But the moment she touched herself underneath the panties, she woke up from her trance.

Her fingers were not what she wanted. There was someone else's touch she craved, one that would make her feel better than anything she had ever done to herself... And it was definitely worth waiting two days for.

Hux was also waiting, and hated every bit of it, because he had to spend some time with Ren, discussing whatever stupid thing he was now obsessed with. What is more, lately, that was not the only reason why the General hated even being in his presence. He knew what Ren could get out of his thoughts... And, as a result, Hux not only had to restrain himself from looking at Y/N, but also from thinking about her.

And thinking about her has become one of his favourite things to do, especially when he was laying in bed after a tough day.

It was not just about the sex. It began with desire, he could not deny that, but the more he knew her, the more he adored not just her body, but her personality. He actually liked that she was cheeky, he liked the teasing, he liked that new feeling of someone actually daring to joke around him. And there was also the feeling he had never experienced before, one he was slowly giving into... Someone caring about him.

Just the thought that he could go to her quarters in the middle of the night and she would gladly help him with anything he wanted, from military reports to bad mood, was a bliss. And the fact that she was willing to do it all in secret... He had finally found something to think about and long for other than war, power, weapons... And it made his life better.

And the sex... It gave him so much satisfaction, so much joy, and, in his opinion, made him work better. Having lived in celibacy for so long, he didn't even realise how wonderful it could feel. He could experience immense pleasure, and the pleasure would double when he saw he was giving it to his girl, knowing he had the power and ability to do so. The number of fantasies he had of her was growing, and he intended to make at least one of them come true during their next meeting.

Y/N didn't expect much when she was walking into his office at the time he expected. He had already told her big things before and not much happened, so she didn't count on anything new - but it didn't mean she hadn't taken the time to wash, shave and perfume almost every inch of her body before coming to him.

He immediately invited her to the "living room" for dinner he had already ordered, but before sitting down to eat, she grabbed his face and kissed him full on the lips, so passionately he didn't even expect it.

"Thank you for the gift," she whispered and he smiled immediately.

"If that's your reaction, then I should send them more often."

"I would not mind," she said with a grin, then sat down in one of the armchairs.

"I do have one more gift for you tonight," he replied, taking a seat opposite her and she raised her eyebrows.

"Hey, but you know I'm just teasing, right? I don't  need gifts. You're all I want," she said just to make clear that she wasn't there with him for the perks. "Besides, I don't want you to spend too much on me, or to make anyone suspicious..."

He gave her a look of slight disappointment. "I know all this, but I am the General. I will give my girl as many gifts as I want."

Her mouth fell agape, and her heart almost stopped for a moment. It took her a few seconds to take in what he had said, and when she finally understood, she felt tears gathering in her eyes.

When Hux noticed she wasn't answering for a while, he looked up from his food to see her face. He immediately noticed her glossy eyes.

"What?"

She gulped, smiling, visibly touched. "You've never called me this before."

He looked down, somehow embarrassed. He had called her this many times, but only in his thoughts, and didn't even realise he had never said it aloud.

"Right... But it's true. Isn't it?" he asked just to be sure how she felt about it.

Y/N wiped a tear, happier than ever. "It is."

And when he saw her like this, his heart softened like never before. Forgetting about the dinner, he spread out his arms.

"Come here."

She obeyed at once, then sat in his lap to sink into his arms as they both hugged each other tenderly.

"I might be the luckiest girl in the galaxy," she whispered against his ear.

And this was enough for him. This was what he needed to hear for the same happiness that she had to get to him as well. He had never even imagined he could make someone feel this good... After all, most people loathed him or were terrified of him...

"I hope you are," he replied, hugging her even more tightly, as if she could disappear like a dream at any moment.

"How was your day?" she asked a minute later or so, sitting back in the armchair. "I saw Kylo, he was not happy today..."

"Don't even talk to me about him. He's never happy." Hux heaved a sigh. "And you can't imagine how hard it is to be around him and not even think about you."

"I can. I've talked to him about you, after all..." She sighed in defeat. "And I'm afraid he might sense something soon."

"I don't answer to Ren," Hux said after a moment. "My thoughts should not be his concern. Besides, he's obsessed with finding the map that leads to Luke Skywalker now. Hope that takes all of his attention for some time... For now, let's just not talk about him."

"Yes, sir," she replied, causing a smirk on his face. She knew he liked that; even if he heard that every day, it just hit different when she said it while being alone with him.

He looked back at his food, still smiling. "Good attitude for your next gift."

"Stop saying this or I'm going to get excited."

"Oh, do I get you excited?"

Their eyes locked, as if in a challenge.

"Oh, not you. The gift," she teased.

"You don't know what it is yet."

"A gift is a gift."

"Be careful what you wish for," he warned her, his eyes still locked with hers. "It's not the kind of gift you think it is. The bigger ones are sent to your quarters... This one, however, is smaller. And I have to give it to you personally."

He was saying all this in a tone that really made her question whether she should be happy... Smaller thing? Giving personally? This man was planning something, she could see it in his eyes, but just couldn't put her finger on it...

They kept on eating, the tension between them rising with every look they exchanged. They both liked it, but it was Hux who wanted to add fuel to the fire.

"Are you wearing panties today?" he asked casually, as if just commenting on the weather. His boldness made her gulp. However, she composed herself quickly, deciding to bite back:

"You'll find out."

He didn't even blink. "You don't want to know what I'm going to do if you don't have them again."

"You'll discharge me?"

He chuckled. "That would be being generous."

The atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter, even though there was a severe snowstorm outside; wind was howling so loudly they could both hear it, but it wasn't louder than the sounds of their hearts beating faster with every passing minute.

"You have it quite warm in here," she said suddenly, taking a deep breath. "Would you mind if I took off my top, General?"

Hux bit his tongue in order not to answer too quickly. He had to play his cards right.

"I'll do it," he decided, then raised immediately to walk up to her. With a gesture, he made her stand up, and then began unbuttoning her shirt with care.

"Thank you," she said when he removed it, but he didn't look like he was going to leave.

"I'm not done yet."

He unclasped her bra as well, took it off and tossed it aside. The sound of it falling onto the polished floor was what undid the desire.

They threw themselves onto each other immediately. Lips to lips, they were kissing as though they were seeing each other for the last time, hungrily, passionately, not hesitating to open their mouths. They both knew the dinner had to be forgotten, the worst snowstorm Starkiller has seen in months as well...

It was getting uncomfortable, standing between the armchair and the table... That's why Hux stopped kissing her for just a moment to grab her legs. She understood - having thrown her arms around his neck, she jumped a little and wrapped her legs around him. He put his hands on her butt and, still kissing her, began walking towards the bedroom.

He typed in the code to the room without even looking at the pad, and then carried her inside, going straight for the bed.

When her back hit the mattress, he immediately began planting kisses on her jaw, neck, and then further down, until he reached her breast...

"Oh my...!" She moaned loudly, completely shocked he captured her breast with his mouth. He massaged the other with his hand, making her shiver; this was something new... And one of the many things he wanted to try.

She was feeling pleasure, he could see it, but it was not as enjoyable as eating out her pussy. Nevertheless, he played with both of her nipples before removing her boots.

"Hips up," he commanded after he was done.

She did so gladly, and he pulled her pants down, only to discover that, in fact, she had no panties again.

He stood up and gave her a look that made her shiver. He was not having it - if she didn't know it was part of their game, she would be terrified. His eyes could pierce souls, she was sure of it, and she felt as if he were undressing her with his eyes even though she was already naked.

Hux's gaze stopped between her legs, the view itself making him harder. She noticed that and made sure to squeeze her vaginal muscles a few times to make him even crazier about her, if that was even possible.

"Insubordination yet again," he said after a moment of watching, then cleared his throat to calm the blood rush her little show provoked in his entire body.

"I apologise..." She put her legs back together, playing innocent. "I couldn't resist, General..."

"My mercy has ended," he almost growled. "Stand up."

She did just to see him raise his hands suddenly, and then lower them just as quickly.

"But before that..." He approached her to hold her face in his hands tenderly. "If you ever want me to stop, Y/N, just tell me."

She smiled, leaning her forehead against his.

"I appreciate you saying this... But why would I want you to stop?" Her hands began roaming his chest as she gave him an affectionate kiss. "I crave every inch of you, Armitage," she added in a whisper, looking him up and down.

"I'm saying this because I'm about to do something I haven't done before," he said in a tone that made a shiver go down her spine.

She was not afraid. She was excited.

"I trust you," she said truthfully. "Do whatever you want with me," she added in a whisper, planting a sweet kiss right behind his ear, and it made his whole body tingle.

Warmth coming from his abdomen spread throughout his body, just knowing that she trusted him... When probably no one else did.

"In that case..." He kissed her on her neck, only to immediately return to his game a second later and turn her to face the bed. "Put your hands behind your back. I want to give you your... Gift."

She obeyed at once, wondering what he meant. She didn't even peek when he walked away from her for a moment, unwilling to ruin the surprise for herself. 

Soon, she felt his presence right behind her again, then heard a click... And quickly realised she got handcuffed.

She did not expect that.

"Aren't... Aren't those for prisoners, General?" she breathed out, her mind racing along with her heart, sweat drops immediately forming on her skin. What was he going to do next?

"Tonight you are one." 

His voice was low and velvety when he said that, and just the sensation of his breath on her bare skin gave her goosebumps.

"Charges?"

He chuckled as he began undressing himself right behind her. "Insufferableness." 

Less than a minute later, his large hands, rough but hot, were on her shoulders, pushing her slowly and forcing her to bend over the bed.

"Now, down, we're going down... Just like that..." he was saying slowly until she finally touched the sheets with her cheek, keeping her hips up. It was all so arousing, and although the position she found herself in wasn't the most comfortable, she couldn't wait for his next move.

And his next move became clear as day as he slid his hands down her back to grab her butt firmly.

"I see you're already excited enough..." he said, having taken one more look between her legs.

"Just like you," she retorted, breathing heavily when she felt his erection against her body.

These words caused him to make his decision in a split second. Holding her firmly, he slid inside her without a warning, sending a shiver through her.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed when he did it as she was not fully ready. For him, it was also a new experience, so pleasurable, tight... He didn't even scold her for cursing.

He gave both her and himself a moment to adjust to the new situation before slowly filling her up as much as he could, pulling a loud moan out of her.

He began rocking his hips rhythmically, letting the desire take over his body completely. He wasn't talking, only grunting here and there, allowing himself to enjoy all the sounds echoing in the room; her moans, the rustle of the sheets, clinking of the handcuffs, the sound of his body colliding with hers...

The howling of the wind could also be heard somewhere behind the walls; the snowstorm wasn't getting any lighter, but both of them were only becoming hotter...

The moment he grabbed her ponytail to lift her a little made him sure this was his favourite position to have her like this, from behind, be in absolute control of everything as he always was. The sounds she was making only confirmed that she was enjoying it just as much.

"Harder," she whimpered at some point, growing bored of the regular pace.

He almost stopped out of shock. It was too good to be true, he must have misheard her...

"What is it?"

"Go harder..." she repeated, and he swallowed hard.

That he was going to do.

"How are you talking to your superior?" he asked harshly, still moving the way he'd moved before.

"Please, General," she pleaded, igniting his imagination.

"In that case..."

Her heart almost stopped when her ponytail got pulled back once more, this time so much she was standing straight. He was still inside her, and both of them rolled their eyes back at the pleasure the new angle gave them.

And so he granted her wish, moving faster and harder, so much she was beginning to lose balance with her hands still behind her back. His hands travelled from behind her to her breasts, holding them both so she would not fall. Unknown sensations were washing over them, breaths speeding up with every moment. Kriff, it all felt so good, even more so since it was forbidden...

She was feeling as though she was on fire, her legs were shaking, starting to refuse to keep her standing. If only she could touch herself, she would finish in a matter of moments, but her hands were still in handcuffs... And now she had to ask him.

He knew what he was doing, damn him.

"Touch me, please," she breathed out, her voice shaking just as much as she was.

"Oh, is that wha..." he began, but was cut off by reality, brutally.

A call was coming for the General. When he was balls deep inside her.

They both stopped suddenly, frozen.

"What now?" she asked, terrified, and her voice was enough for him to come back to life.

"I'll answer the call for the good of the First Order... Just the voice call..." he whispered right to her ear, moving slightly to the right with her so his hand could reach the button on his wall. "So keep quiet, Lieutenant," he added with a smirk, making her gasp.

Was he insane?

How was she supposed to keep quiet when he was hitting all the right spots?

She didn't even have time to question him. He received the call.

"General, the snow is getting much worse, the patrolling soldiers cannot see..."

"Leave all the patrolling droids outside. They have to be scanning the grounds at all times. And send the soldi..."

She stopped hearing what he was even saying, her body beginning its journey to paradise. She tried to focus on being quiet, but it quickly became too much to handle. His mind was clouded by desire; he was talking while thrusting 

into her at the same time, keeping one of his hands on her breast and the other on her mouth to stifle her moans.

"The moment the snowstorm stops, send Firetroopers to clear everything," he rasped to the soldier talking to him.

At first, he thought taking the call was a good idea to arouse them even more, but didn't expect it to work so well. He was close, he had to finish - both the call and inside her.

"Yes, sir."

"And I want regular reports on the situation," he added, making her think he loved torture.

The call ended and he took back his hand, letting her talk.

"I can't believe," she breathed heavily, "you've just done this."

"Don't question my orders, Lieutenant. I'm... About to..." His voice raised suddenly as he wasn't able to hold back anymore. Instead of words, a loud grunt escaped his lips as he came, but didn't stop moving. He wanted her to feel the unbelievable amounts of pleasure he was experiencing, too.

It took a few more thrusts for her to reach her peak as well, with the loudest scream so far. An intense orgasm rocked through her body, probably the most intense one she had ever experienced. She didn't know whether it was thanks to the position, the handcuffs, the call, the words she heard... But she knew that she had never thought it was even possible to feel this good.

Hux pulled out of her, and his cum began dripping onto the polished floor, but he didn't care. He unlocked the handcuffs and Y/N fell onto her knees, exhausted but satisfied. 

She was panting, trying to process everything what had just happened. Hux was also trying to calm down his breathing, but seeing her on the floor made him a bit worried.

"Are you alright?" he asked sincerely, having walked a little to face her.

"Alright?" She looked up at him in disbelief. "I won't be able to walk. I can't feel my legs."

He smiled triumphantly, then walked to open her wardrobe and took her bathrobe out of it, along with some tissues.

"Come here." He cleaned her up a little, then helped her get into the bathrobe since she was still shivering. And then, instead of helping her with standing up, he took her in his arms to carry her to his bed.

"You liked it?" he asked, untying her hair as she settled herself.

"The sex or the carrying?" she asked, watching him walk away to get a bathrobe for himself. "I liked both."

"Great... Because I do have more gifts for you in store."

"I can't wait," she said with a smile, watching him take on the bathrobe. "Although you're insane for taking the call, Armitage."

"Look me in the eye and tell me it didn't make you more excited. Besides, as the general, I cannot just ignore calls..."

"Of course." She rolled her eyes, knowing very well he could do pretty much anything he wanted.

He didn't speak and just gazed at her lovingly, already planning to use his power to spend more time with the girl he cared so much for.

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Beautiful like the burning out stars - Kylo Ren (smut)

May the 4th be with you! I had to write a smutty Kylo imagine for today, obviously. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Kylo has neglected his wife for the past weeks, a nightly stroll through the calm base guides her right back to her husband. And he is more than ready to apologize to his wife.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, public sex, wrong use of the force

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader (1.5k words)

The hallways were dark as (y/n) wandered through the base. She felt restless, not able to calm down with her thoughts circling around the past weeks. Perhaps she should have distanced herself, very well knowing how short tempered her husband is. But she had decided to stick around, to stay with him as he was hunting the girl down - a foolish mistake of (y/n)’s good heart. 

Kylo had hoped that she wouldn’t interfere with his plan, that she would keep her mouth shut and listen to his commands. His plan had miserably failed, ripping him further away from the scavenger girl he had been trying to capture. 

(Y/n)’s naked feet patted against the cold ground as she was rounding yet another corner, making her way to the control center, hoping that she wouldn’t bump into any troopers or even worse general Hux. But with fate playing tricks on her for the past weeks, her prayers were left unanswered. 

Her husband was standing only a few inches away from her, towering over the trembling woman with his mask hiding his features from her. Kylo had been waiting for (y/n) to arrive, her loud thoughts have guided him to the control room, impatiently pacing the grounds. His heart was hammering in his chest, threatening to rip itself free - the payment for his harsh words and his ignorance.

“Take off your mask, will you?” Her voice dripped with anger, hot burning anger - an emotion Kylo was all too used to, though not when it came from her. She was warm, full of love and even light - the perfect opposite of his dark heart. No words left Kylo as he took off his mask, metal clashing to the ground like a trooper being shot, exposing Kylo’s pained features. 

The hurt she felt was clinging to every part of her, an embrace shared with her soul, hoping to protect the woman from her husband. Something he had sworn would never happen, and yet it had. And yet he had given into his mission, the call of darkness. 

“I am sorry.” Kylo’s soft voice broke through the barrier she had built around herself. And with her eyes flickering to the open entrance of the gate, allowing her to study stars and galaxies thousands of miles away, homes she would dream of when sleep tried to run from her, she reached her hand out for her husband to take. “I was blinded by my need to succeed. I am a fool, but I hope you can forgive me, darling.” 

She shifted her weight onto her toes, hand cupping his warm cheek to pull him closer. (Y/n)’s thumb ran along his scar, taking in his frowning features with her eyes flickering to his lips. The kiss they shared was soft and sweet, nothing like the kisses they would share behind closed doors as Kylo would spear her with his cock ripping her walls apart, forcing her to abide by his rules. He guided her backwards, helped her onto one of the control pannells, allowing him to rest between her thighs. 

“What if somebody sees us?” She was silenced by his lips finding their way back to hers, drowning out the sounds that wanted to break free like the light simmering inside his chest. So blindingly bright it would try to capture Kylo’s attention, hoping to pull him away from the dark. But he would keep her trapped, forever bound to him, his love, his mission, his eternal end. Forever would he foster their love, he would feed off it, gaining his strength from her whenever the light’s call would grow louder. 

“Let them see how much I love my empress, allow me to make things right, just for tonight.” His gloved hand came to rest on her throat, Kylo didn’t squeeze, didn’t even move his twitching fingers, desperately trying to hold onto her. She felt a warm sensation between her thighs, climbing up her dress till it found its destination. Kylo would pleasure her with the force, using his abilities to his advantage as he got lost in her pupils, guided away from this very moment. 

“Maker, missed you so much.” (Y/n) was close to sobbing her words, ripped away by the pleasure the force unleashed upon her. Her clit throbbed, not used to the new sensation that kept her body hostage. Kylo would prefer to touch her with his fingers, wanting to feel her warm skin beneath them but now as he was trying to feel every part of her body, he was grateful for his connection with the force. 

“Don’t, I want to hear you.” Even if she tried to stop her moans from bubbling out of her, Kylo wouldn’t allow her to hold herself back. The sounds rumbled through her like an earthquake shaking through Tatooine, so powerful that even the two suns would start to tremble. 

“Atta girl. Stars, you’re so beautiful.” Kylo’s lips found hers as his gloved fingers made their way to her cunt. He buried two of his digits inside her tightness, spreading her walls with every ferocious thrust. Soon she’d cum, soon she’d give in with his name rumbling through her. And Kylo would appreciate every second of it, wanting to burn this very moment into his mind. 

“I got you, let go for me. Let them hear how good your husband is making you feel.” His voice grew rougher with every syllable spilling from his lips, eyes struggling to stay open as waves of arousal flushed through him - the mere sight of (y/n)’s trembling frame could push him into the open arms of his orgasm. 

(Y/n) threw her head back, hands gripping his forearms to ground herself. She came on Kylo’s fingers with her heart racing and her lungs gasping for air, not understanding what was happening. Her orgasm was forceful, more forceful than those she could give herself, not able to guide her body like Kylo could. 

His fingers kept on moving, even as she slowly calmed down. Sweat pearled on her forehead, running along her skin like raindrops falling from the sky. A beautiful mess he’d forever cherish.

Kylo wasn’t done with her just yet, he helped her down the panel before he turned her around and pushed her front onto it. The sound of him undoing his belt, trousers falling to the ground, left her shaking in anticipation, excited to be filled by his twitching cock. He spat into his palm, pumped himself a few times before he pushed into her from behind. 

They moaned in unison, eyes fluttering close to relish in the sensation they’d chase till the last day of their life. Kylo slung one arm around her waist, hand finding her throat to pull her closer to him. Both had their eyes set on the open entrance, staring at the stars as he fucked her. 

Even though there was nothing sweet about the way Kylo touched her, (y/n) couldn’t stop her heart from jumping in delight. She has missed him, missed his touch, his warmth and the soft words he’d speak - just for her. He was everything she needed, her air to breathe, the ground her feet needed to walk on, the substance to still her hunger. He was her end and her beginning. 

“My darling, will forever love you, if you let me. Look at the stars, count them all, I promise to love you till they all burn out.” Kylo didn’t need to look at (y/n) to see the smile that found her lips, biting down her moan, not wanting to interrupt Kylo. 

His thrusts grew faster, cock buried deeper inside her with every movement. (Y/n) was sure that she’d pass out before her orgasm could fill every pore of her body, ripped away by the indescribable pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as the tip of his cock nudged her sweet spot, hands reaching out to stabilise her frame. 

“Cum for me, cry my name.” She blindly followed his command, head thrown back to let her sounds flood from her lips. Kylo’s name reverberated through the control room, reaching every person standing close by. And as the stars kept twinkling on, staring at the two lovers, Kylo gave in. 

With his heat filling her, he imprinted himself on her walls, forever bound to her. Carefully he pulled out of (y/n), not daring to let go as she crashed into his open arms, engulfed by his strong embrace. And for a moment they didn’t share any words, not feeling the need to break through the comfortable silence. 

The stars may burn out one day, but the force will keep the two connected, till the last sunrise will wake the last ever day.

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Hiii. Can i have an imagine/fanfic. Where reader is Poe's sister and she have been in love with Kylo/Ben since ever, bc they know each other since they were kids. So, they have a special connection and decide to see in a secret place. maybe a little smut/romantic at the end. 🎆

this has been sitting in my inbox for YEARS and i am so sorry i haven't answered it! I hope you enjoy, my lovely!

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The air was filled with electricity as Kylo Ren flew his ship to a remote outpost in the Outer Rim. He had been secretly meeting with his childhood best friend and fellow Padawan, Norra Dameron, for years. His defection to the Dark Side dented their relationship, but the connection they had was still ever present. As he descended towards the outpost, an X-Wing bearing a rebellion symbol met is view, a gentle smirk gracing his lips as he landed on the opposite side of the worn down outpost.

The gravel under his boots crunched with every step he took, lightsaber at the ready for any threats he hadn't accounted for before knocking a secret pattern on the door. The Force tingled around him as the door slid open, Norra's head peeking out from around the corner, a blaster poised in her small hand.

"Commander Ren." Norra said, stepping aside to allow Kylo entry into their meeting place, holstering her blaster as she faced the towering stature of her best friend.

"Lieutenant Dameron." As soon as the door slid shut behind him, Kylo swept Norra into his arms, a heavy kiss shared between them.

"I missed you," Norra mumbled against Kylo's lips, her fingers digging into his black armor.

"I've missed you too, sweetheart. How's your training going?" Kylo pulled himself away from Norra, his gloved fingers pushing a stray curl back behind her ear.

"It's going well, thank you. I feel stronger every day." She threw her left hand out and channeled the Force, quickly crumpling a metal panel in the wall of the dilapidated outpost. She ripped it from the wall, sparks flying as the wires underneath the panel were exposed suddenly.

"You are stronger, Little One. I'm impressed." Kylo's gruff monotone voice echoed around the empty room as he wrapped his arms around her waist, planting his chin on top of her head as they swayed silently together.

"How much time do we have?" Norra questioned, wanting to absorb as much time as she could, their meetings becoming spread out the more the First Order grew.

"Two hours, give or take. General Hux and I have a meeting with Supreme Leader Snoke to discuss the girl from Jakku." Norra's lips set in a thin line, her loyalty to her best friend waning as he mentioned the newest addition to the Rebel cause. Kylo felt the air stiffen as Norra's feelings seeped out around her. "I love when you get jealous. You know you're the only one for me, right?"

"I know. Well, best not keep the good general waiting." Norra answered, spinning in Kylo's grasp, her hazel eyes boring deeply into his brown ones. Kylo scoffed and rolled his eyes, his general anything but good. He pressed a heated kiss to Norra's mouth, tapping her thighs and catching her with strong arms when she jumped into his grasp. As her thin fingers wrapped in his hair, Kylo was happy he left his mask in his ship, tracing his tongue along her bottom lip before plunging into her mouth. Norra groaned at the feeling of Kylo's tongue dancing with hers, her fingers gripping tighter in Kylo's unruly hair.

"Kylo, fuck me, please." Norra whined as Kylo's lips trailed down her neck, tearing her robes away from her body to access more of her tanned skin. While Kylo undressed her, she ripped her hair out of the bun she had tied it in, wild brown curls falling down to her shoulders. She gripped Kylo's armor, fumbling with it as she tried to remove it with trembling hands. No matter how often she and Kylo had met in secret, learning each other's bodies, her nerves always managed to burn under her skin.

Kylo dropped Norra to her feet, watching with hungry eyes as her uniform pooled around her ankles and leaving her bare. He stripped himself out of his armor and his black robes, removing his gloves so he could feel her soft flesh as she writhed under him. Kylo swept her into his arms once more, placing her on a dusty metal desk, goosebumps popping up on her thighs. Another kiss was shared, Kylo's warm hands spreading her thighs open to give him access to her most intimate part. He swiped two of his long fingers through her already soaked folds, a shiver spreading through Norra as the butterflies in her tummy began to flutter aggressively.

"I've barely touched you, Little One, and you're already soaked. Are you ready?" Kylo's voice dropped another octave, thick with arousal as Norra nodded beneath him. He plunged two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, smirking as she moaned loudly at the intrusion. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling into her g-spot.

"Kylo, please!" Norra's fingernails dug into the bare skin of Kylo's arms as she begged once more for him to pound her into oblivion.

"Patience, my love. I promise to make you feel good, and I always keep my promises." Kylo connected his lips to Norra's collarbone, sucking a dark mark onto her skin, soothing the pain with his tongue before he switched sides. He loved marking her up, having her leave him for long periods of time with enough memories to last until they could reunite again. His fingers pumped in and out of her at a faster and more brutal pace, her moans flowing freely and bouncing around the abandoned outpost as her orgasm began building inside her. Kylo took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her peak while his hand pinched the other. Norra's hand wrapped around the back of his head, pressing the tall man further into her plush chest and moaning at his ministrations. Kylo's palm brushed against her clit with every thrust of his fingers inside her, adding a third to fill her up even more. Her tight heat clenched around his fingers, signaling that her orgasm was rapidly approaching. Kylo pulled away from her breasts, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses up her neck until his lips were by her ear. "Cum for me, my little Rebel. Let the galaxy know who makes you feel this good."

The coil in Norra's stomach snapped, her arousal gushing around Kylo's long fingers. He pulled his hand away from her core, shoving his soaking digits into her mouth and groaning when she started sucking her orgasm from his fingers. He pumped himself a few times before lining up to her entrance, his tongue replacing the fingers in her mouth as he thrusted into her. He bottomed out instantly, the tip of his cock brushing against her swollen g-spot. Kylo's hips jerked as he set an intense pace, one of his big hands wrapping around her throat.

"Fuck, Kylo, feels so good! Don't stop, please!" Norra cried, her thighs locking around Kylo's hips as he buried himself deeper inside her. He moaned loudly at the feeling of Norra's pussy clenching around his thick cock, his hand pushing harder against her throat. Norra's face turned red as she struggled to breathe, her fingers tapping the outside of Kylo's thigh to tell him to lighten his touch. He removed his hand completely as the sound of a smack echoed around the room, slapping her clit before rubbing it in fast circles.

"You're so close. Give it to me, I know you can." Kylo ordered, his hips and fingers going impossibly fast as he coaxed her approaching orgasm to the surface. He pressed another kiss to her mouth, swallowing Norra's moans and screams as she raced towards her orgasm, her thighs trembling as she began matching Kylo's aggressive and sloppy thrusts.

"More, Kylo. Please, I need more!" Norra yelled, her tummy tightening as her orgasm drew ever closer. With his fingers working her clit, his cock buried balls deep inside her, and his mouth still muffling her moans, Kylo relied on the Force, his surge of power pinching her nipples. That was all it took for Norra to scream and thrash in Kylo's grasp, his hips stuttering as his own orgasm took over, spilling his seed inside his best friend. Norra's thighs shook as Kylo stilled inside her, the feeling of her pussy more comforting than any hug he had ever gotten. He ran his fingers through her curls, her eyes still blown wide with lust.

"Come back with me, Norra." Kylo whispered earnestly, pressing more kisses to her throat, showering her with love and adoration.

"I can't. Poe would scour the entire galaxy to find me." Norra's fingers brushed over the warmth of Kylo's skin as she reveled in the affection she was being given.

"Don't you want to rule with me? Fuck in my bed and display to everyone who owns you?" He asked, brushing his lips over one of the hickeys on her collarbone.

"You know I'd love to, but my loyalty is to my brother, and his lies with the rebellion. My hands are tied, Kylo." The tall commander pushed himself away from Norra, throwing her clothes in her direction as he dressed himself quickly. Norra followed his lead, shoving her feet into her boots and trying to ignore the throbbing between her thighs. Her head hung low as she popped her knuckles, tying her hair back into a bun as she and Kylo prepared to part ways for another undefined length of time.

"She's with the rebellion, the girl from Jakku." Norra muttered as she adjusted her blaster and lightsaber against her waist.

"I'm aware. Anything else?" Kylo asked curtly, turning back towards Norra and watching as she shook her head.

"I overheard something about Maz Katana's tavern, but I'm not positive about anything else."

"I see." Norra nodded, deeming the conversation over as she walked back to the door of the outpost, stealing a peek at the surrounding area to see if anyone had found them while they were wrapped in each other's embrace just a few moments before. The coast was clear.

"I guess we'd better be going then, Commander Ren. Wouldn't want to keep the Supreme Leader waiting. I've heard he's not a patient man." Norra called over her shoulder, surveying the dusty room to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything before making her way back towards her borrowed X-Wing. As she reached for the ladder leading to the cockpit, Norra was spun around, a desperate kiss planted on her mouth.

"I love you, Lieutenant Norra Dameron. Thank you for your help, sweet girl."

"You're welcome, Commander Kylo Ren. I'd do anything for you. I love you, too." They kissed again, Kylo reaching around her waist to pinch her ass, chuckling at the squeal that she pressed against his lips.

"I'll see you soon." With that, Kylo Ren turned and stalked towards his ship, climbing into the cockpit. Ever the gentleman, Kylo stared at Norra as she also entered her ship, allowing her to take off before he followed.

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[liminalpebble]

Sorry you’re dealing with travel delays! When you mentioned Domhnall Gleeson, though, it reminded me of when I first switched my Siri voice to the British male one. (I was going to say “don’t ask why” but I’m sure you don’t need to.) And my husband and I used my Siri to direct us to the science museum…

My husband looked at me like 😒

“Why is Hux directing us to the butterfly conservatory? 😒”

(It’s just the slightest vocal similarity, and maybe just to him and me, but it made me laugh)

Hello there sweet Lady!

And thank you for the fun prompt. It definitely kept my imagination occupied during the travel blues. I hope you enjoy this little bit of swooning over villainous British voices. This is new for me. I've never written Hux, second-person perspective, gender neutral reader, or a short drabble before, so lots of firsts!

Much love!

Peb

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The Sound of Your Cold Voice

Pairing: General Hux x gender neutral reader, second-person insert (no use of y/n)

CW: wartime violence, reader is wounded and captured, implied later smut but none described, implied future dubcon situation. Minors DNI

Word count: 500-600

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Drifting back from unconsciousness, the first thing you heard was that voice; crisp, cold, polished, sharp enough to enact death by a thousand subtle, strategic, cuts. It was mesmerizing, pulling you back to wakefulness with an iron grip. Your eyelids flutter open to a mere squint under the bright lights and shiny black surfaces. There's something covering your mouth, pushing air into your lungs and you breathe it in desperately.

A mirthless chuckle. “Ah. There you are. Welcome back.” He gives an order and the mask is gone, the air is gone, and his threatening presence seems to steal all of it from the room. “Leave us,” he commands the medical technicians, and you hear them funnel out with a hiss of the door.

It comes back to you; the research station you were working on marred by flames and swarming with storm troopers. You were injured badly and so were your colleagues (the ones who were still alive, anyway). You were shoved before him, hands cuffed behind your back, and soot staining your white lab uniform. His shiny boots striding purposefully towards you were all you could see as your head hung in shock and grief.

“And what have we here?” he inquired, lifting your chin with one long, leather-clad finger.

He didn't expect to be struck by how beautiful your face was; compassionate and clever eyes, a bravery in them despite overwhelming fear. Even covered in soot and abrasions, hair disheveled, it only made him want you more. It jostled his immaculate composure and made him warm under the crisp black uniform, but he would never show it.

You spoke, though your voice shook with fear and anger. “A scientist...just a scientist. This was a peaceful operation, a research facility...Why? Why did you have to do this?”

Hux wasn't accustomed to emotion breaching his Teflon coating of ambition, but something about the vulnerability in your voice made him ache to touch you, soothe you with that hypnotic voice telling you it was all for a greater good, of course, all for order in the galaxy, you sweet innocent darling. He settled on doing so, but with a shield of sardonic teasing.

He tutted, yanking your face to meet his eyes with that icy, gloved hand. Hux peaked his brows in mock sympathy, though his piercing green eyes held none. “Oh, but it is all for the greater good, my dear. You'll see.” His voice dropped to a deep whisper, as his face moved closer. “And it will be my pleasure to personally show you.” As the implication of his words set in, you felt horrified at the unbidden heat rising in your body; the unmistakable fizzle of arousal snaking its way between your legs. He loomed, tall and thin, that brilliant red hair and green eyes reminding you of a fox playing with an injured rodent.

Now, with your back against the cold medical slab, prone and vulnerable and isolated with the dreaded General Hux, terror and temptation swirled within your body. His face, that beautiful lethal face, moved to a hair's breadth form your own as your breaths became shorter and quicker. His hand cupped your cheek gently, this time without the wall of leather between your skin. A tear slid from your eye and he brushed over it gently with his thumb.

“Now, darling,” the general said, with surprising tenderness, “Where were we?”

@ladyofthestayingpower @cloudyfacewithjam @lemongingerart @huxs-side-part

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[dckweed]

WHAT WAS I MADE FOR? general armitage hux.

summary: in Ophelia, or Ophie for short, is given to the clutches of the First Order in the form of marriage to its almighty general as collateral by her indebted father and learns that she is not simply a pretty worthless face.

warnings: arranged marriage, mentions of physical abuse, slow burn romance, dry dark humor, slightly naive reader, sunshine!reader canon typical grump!hux, eventual smut.

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hey babes! this is the visual aesthetics for the WHAT WAS I MADE FOR?, my first hux (and starwars fic in general), technically a reader insert but you’re named Ophelia/Ophie for short. Also the Daphne Bridgerton aesthetic is how i imagine fashion being on Ophie’s planet! most likely will be set before the events of force awakens.

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[sweettee18]

Star Wars imagines.

Sorry guys, no smuts.

Imagine your adopted daughter, Henrietta, throwing DJ under the bus after selling you, Finn, Rose to the First Order. And she managed to get Hux to let you all escape.🤣

You were all just captured by the First Order, thanks to DJ for selling you guys out. At this moment you were beyond pissed, you were furious that you can almost see your blood underneath your skin boil as DJ walks away to his shuttle with the payment that Captain Phasma had given him.

But, as fate would have it, your adopted daughter, Henrietta, who was no more than seven years old, looked up at you, and let’s just say, I guess you didn’t teach her how to use her inside voice from time to time. But you may be glad that she said it loud enough for everyone in the hanger of the Finalizer to hear her echoes and that it has saved not only you, but Finn and Roses’ lives.

She says, “Isn’t DJ going to turn that redheaded man over to the Resistance after selling us out?”

Almost immediately, all eyes and heads turn to you and Henriettas’ direction, including Finn and Rose. “ What was that she just said?”Asked Finn after hearing what Henrietta said. “I think she just threw DJ under the bus.” Rose managed to whisper to Finn.

General Hux, who was standing at least 20 feet away from where you both were standing, looked over to one of his storm troopers, and ordered him, “Bring me the little one.” 

The storm trooper did as he was told, and surprisingly, he did not grab her by the arm, or by the wrist, but by her hand. The storm trooper placed Henrietta before Hux and left to join the rest of the troopers. Henrietta began to shake, and she looked over at her mother, being very scared of what he might do to her.

The general began to walk toward her and got down to her level, with his hands behind his back, and he asked her,“What is your name, young lady?”

“Henrietta.” She says, with her voice still a bit shaken.

General Hux lifted his eyebrows as he replied to her, “That is a beautiful name for a small girl like you. Do you know who I am?”

Henrietta nodded her head and replied, this time, her voice was more steady. “Your name is General Hux of the First Order.”

“Very good, someone has taught you very well of who to identify.”

Henrietta looked at you with a frightened look, and you gave her a nod. Hux gently grabs your daughters face and turns her back in his direction. He continued, “Would you care to repeat what you just said earlier about me being handed over to the Resistance?” She took a deep breath and says it again.

“ DJ said he was going to hand over to the Resistance after selling us out to the First Order.”

Almost immediately everybody, including Phasma, started looking at each other, and then they turn back to DJ, who try to run, but luckily, some storm troopers blocked his way. At this point, you were thinking, “I think DJ just got canned.”

The general look at Henrietta, with his eyes completely wide with rage. He stood up to his respective height and signaled the same storm trooper to have Henrietta returned back to her mother. Even from far away, everyone saw that Huxs’ face went from pale snow white, to tomato red, almost as if to match the color of his ginger hair.

Immediately, the general snaps his fingers and pointed out to have DJ be brought over to him and take back the payment that he was given.

DJ began to stutter, trying to find an excuse,“I-I-I don’t know w-what she’s talking about. She must’ve misunderstood. You know kids these days, they hear things that may be made up in their mind”

That comment made you really mad. But you couldn’t do anything about it because you, along with the rest of your friends and your daughter were handcuffed. Before you could say a word, Hux balled up his fist, and it made a connection to DJs face. BAM!!

Finn and Rose, never thought Hux could punch so hard that it almost knocked DJ off of his feet. But the storm troopers were holding him., “Take this filth into confinement.”Hux manage to say through his gritted teeth. 

As DJ was being dragged down the hall to his new residence on the Finalizer, he turned back to Henrietta and walk toward you and Henrietta. You clutched your daughter very tightly, hoping that he wouldn’t try to snatch her up. But instead, he looked at you and said, “You must be her mother.”

“Adoptive mother.”Hux was taken aback when you said this. Again, he speaks, “Well, it seems that she is in good hands. You have a brave little girl here. You should be very proud of her.”

“As a matter of fact, I am very proud of her.” You reply back to Hux as he gets back down to your daughters’ level. “Since you’re the one who had exposed DJ for his deception, and his true intentions, whatever it is that you want, young lady, I will see to it that it will be granted.” 

Henrietta looked at Hux, they looked back at you. Then she looked back at Hux again, and she says, with most confidence in her voice, “I don’t want any money, no luxuries and no toys. I just want me,my friends and my mother to leave this place, never to be seen or heard from again.”

Hux was taken aback at Henrietta’s request. He looked back at Finn with disgust, but he looked back at Henrietta, he then closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said to the storm troopers who were holding Finn and Rose hostage,“Release them.”

They did not hesitate to do what they were told. As soon as the handcuffs fell off their wrists, they made their way the hallway where they came in followed by you and Henrietta.

Captain Phasma walked over to Hux I asked, “Do you have any idea what you just did?”

Hux turned to her with the most evil smirk on his face. “I do believe I know what I just did, but they don’t have to know about it.” Behind her helmet she too, was smirking. 

The group make it to another shuttle, and made their way back to the resistance on Crait. Where Leia, who happened to be the godmother to Henrietta, was waiting for them as everyone was preparing to battle the First Order 

Thank you for reading this. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

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[benslittlestarkiller]

Body Electric

♠ Kylo Ren x Reader: Mafia AU ♠

They were all dangerous but he was something else, there was a lethal ferocity about him. Would you be able to take his dark passion and survive unscathed?

Warning: NSFW content, piv sex, oral sex

Word Count: 3,414

The music thrums through your body as you dance on the stage, your hips sway to the beat. The shouts and catcalls of appreciative onlookers fill your ears and it thrills you. You work as a dancer at Club Vulptex, one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, run by the ruthless First Order syndicate. Despite the dangers, dancing at the club is a fun and easy way to pay the bills while you are finishing up graduate school. 

Tonight the club is hosting a private party for the underboss and heir of the First Order, who styles himself as “Kylo Ren”. His real identity is a mystery, but there are rumors that he is the estranged son of a high profile politician. You have seen him in the club many times before but never interacted with him, much to your relief. It is common knowledge that he is ruthless, an inhumane killer who has a temper that burns anyone who causes it to spark alight. Thankfully, you’ve never seen anything dangerous happen at the club and hope you never will. 

You feel a little nervous when you spot him at a table drinking with a group of his cronies. They all laugh at something, but he remains cold and emotionless. You continue to watch him for a while as you dance but then his eyes catch yours and a chill runs through you. But no, he can’t be looking at you. You shrug yourself out of your musings and continue to focus on your dancing. To lighten your tense mood (this is a party after all!) you motion for a couple of party goers to join you onstage for a dance. As you dance between them, you notice one of them, a red-headed man dressed in fancy clothes, has the First Order insignia tattooed on his neck. He must be the consigliere, the third most powerful in the syndicate. He moves his body close to you and you grind up against him in response. He titters with a nervous squeak which makes you choke back surprised laughter. You weren’t expecting that reaction but you can’t be caught laughing at the consigliere!  As you engage both men in your sultry dance, you feel a shiver run down your spine again as if someone is looking at you. You turn your head to see…Kylo Ren. You shrug off the feeling (the heir would never have an interest in some random dancer) and continue having fun and making sure the revelers are enjoying themselves. 

After some time, your boss motions to you and two other girls to come over to her. When you all are at her side she hands you each a bottle of chilled champagne and explains that the underboss has requested that a few of the girls go to the VIP room to entertain. You feel a little nervous at being chosen, you’re about to come into close contact with one of the most powerful members of the First Order. You follow your boss and fellow dancers to the VIP room. 

Inside you see the heir and a few other members of the gang gathered together. Your eyes are drawn to Kylo Ren immediately. Up close you have a better chance to observe him. He isn’t handsome but there is something alluring about his features. He commands attention with the unsettling intensity of his obsidian black eyes and the scar running across his face. This isn’t the first time you wonder how he got it. His eyes fix on you and you feel another shock. This time you know he’s looking at you. You and the other girls take your places at the dancing poles around the room and begin your usual routine. You gyrate your body to the music, losing yourself in the dance. Gripping the pole, you spin around wrapping your legs around the metal rod. You brace yourself with your legs and lean back, lowering your torso down slowly. Your eyes catch Kylo Ren's again and you see a smirk on his face. This show of emotion makes you blush. As you continue to dance you begin to solely focus on him watching his reactions to how you move your body. His dark eyes are hard to read but you see them travel up and down your body. As the song transitions into something slower and more sensual you drop down into splits and lean forward to gesture at him with a crook of your finger. You see him raise one questioning eyebrow but he seems to find it amusing. He stands and saunters over to you. The way he walks is like a panther; each step is elegant and deliberate. You raise yourself up slowly running your hands up your body, teasing him as you draw attention to your curves. When he stops in front of you, you are surprised by how tall he is, even with your platform shoes on, he still towers over you. “You wanted me?” He asks. 

You meet his sharp gaze with a penetrating look of your own,“What I wanted is to wish you a happy birthday.” 

“How … thoughtful of you,” His eyes move down your face to rest on your lips, “Tell me, do I get a birthday kiss as well?” 

You blush a little at the thought of kissing him. His status as the underboss and his profession as a mafioso frightened you but the thought of kissing this powerful man, of having his attention focused on you, also thrilled you. You fixate on his lips, his mouth is set in an uncharacteristic smile, it unnerves you... It also excites you. You don’t know where this flirtation will lead but you think you can enjoy it while it lasts. 

You lean forward, pretending to be deep in thought. You tap your chin playfully. Then you smile at him with a saucy look, “Maybe, if you’re good…” you say with a wink.  You turn away and pretend to go back to your dancing… Hoping… Then, he takes hold of your hand. You stumble but he braces you with a large hand on each of your shoulders. His skin is rough on yours. His fingers lightly ghost along the straps of your bustier. He’s so close you feel the heat of his body on your back and you resist the urge to lean back. 

“I can show you how good I can be,” he says in a low growl, “Come with me to a private room?” His hot breath tickles the skin of your neck and you shiver slightly.

You know exactly what he wants. You had been propositioned before but you always politely, and other times not so politely, turned them down. But this man, he was different even from his fellow gang members. They were all dangerous but he was something else, there was a lethal ferocity about him. He moves with confidence and each action no matter how small seems deliberate. He doesn’t waste his time. He would fuck someone hard, leave them unable to have anyone else but him. Despite his looks he was rumored to be a heartbreaker. Would you be able to take his dark passion and survive unscathed? Oh, you wanted to try, and maybe just one night wouldn’t be so bad. This is just a silly flirtation, no one thrilled you like he did. You can feel your insides turn to jelly just from the look on his face. You turn around and say one word, “Yes.”

He holds his hand for you to take and he guides you to the back of the room, hidden behind a curtain is a door which he unlocks with a key. He leads you down a hallway and through a myriad of doors and elevators to a luxurious room. You had heard the club had a couple of suites for the exclusive use of the First Order elites. The room was gorgeous with plush carpets and a king sized bed with silk sheets. Across from you the window stretches from wall to wall. In a moment of excited wonder you run to the window. The view is breathtaking, the city lights shimmer like hundreds of stars. 

As you appreciate the view Kylo Ren comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. You lean back into his warmth and he lowers his head to leave a trail of hot kisses on your neck. His hair tickles the side of your face and you breathe in, he smells like vodka and smoke. One of his hands moves up to cup your breast, massaging it through your bustier. The other hand moves down your front, ghosting along the curves and valleys of your torso, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His hand plays at the waistband of your skimpy skirt, the little movements are like a promise for more. Then he moves lower, to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, he massages yoU, leaving circles that slowly lead up and up… until they reach your core. His touch awakens a fierce desire in you.  He strokes your slit, through the fabric of your thong. You can feel his fingers press into you, teasing you through the silk. You want him to touch you more, deeper and harder. All the while he keeps kissing your neck.

Then his fingers move past the fabric to touch your flesh. He caresses your clit drawing circles around the bud, leaving you wanting, but you know you are already wet. His fingers move down to lightly trace your folds before entering your core. His finger strokes you, “You’re already so wet,” He says with a whisper against your skin. You feel his teeth gently rake across your flesh before he bites down hard. You let out a moan. Each touch of his feels intense, even the lightest graze of his fingertips sends electricity through you. You grind up against him, and feel his hardening erection pressed against your backside. God, you want this. You want him more than you’ve ever wanted someone before. You run your hands up his thighs but he stops what he’s doing and takes hold of your wrists. He laughs a little then gently nips at the lobe of your ear, “Not yet, I still haven’t shown you how good I can be.” 

With those words he releases you and places his hands on your shoulders, lowering them to bring down the straps of your bustier. All the while he kisses a trail from your neck down to the spine of your back. His lips stop at the clasp of your bustier. You feel the tickle of hot breath on your skin and a tugging and after a few moments your bra unclasps and he throws it to the side. He keeps moving lower and lower until he is kneeling behind you. He lifts your skirt and rips your flimsy thong off you. There is shock and pain. He better buy you a new pair. but then all thoughts leave you as he kisses the back of your thigh his touch burns. You are too aware of him and his sinful fingers once again begin to stroke your slit. You press yourself up against the glass of the window to brace yourself. His fingers are warm as they trace your slick folds.

“I want the entire city to see how I fuck you with my fingers and my mouth. I want them to see that I’ve done this to you,” he says in a rough voice. His words are just as arousing as his touch and you want this. It sends tingles through you. You want the city to know that in this moment you’re his. You want him to touch you more, fuck your pussy with his fingers and then with his cock. 

You feel him grab hold of your hips pulling you back as his tongue replaces his fingers as he begins to stroke your clit. Electricity shoots through you with each caress of his tongue. The movements of his tongue grows faster and you let out little moans of pleasure as he increases the pressure of his strokes. He is ravenous consuming you as if he is some kind of demon devouring your very essence. You start to feel a tingling pressure building in your core as you become solely focused on the feel of him. Then he inserts one finger into your slit, then another. His fingers are thick and large. He moves them in a steady rhythm, paying attention to each moan and each quiver of your body. His fingers increase speed and you can feel pleasure growing larger in your core. You feel frantic. It’s all too much, the movement of his fingers, the feel of his tongue… and then you see stars as you come. You scream his name. It’s like you are the only two beings in the galaxy. Your body shivers and you feel that you would fall if you didn’t have the glass to lean against. 

As you come down from your high, he strokes your thighs and you hear him laugh. You swear he must be smirking, the bastard. You haven’t had an orgasm like that in a long time, maybe ever. You never dreamed it would be the underboss of the First Order eating you out in a private room. You knew just being entangled with him was dangerous, but you didn’t want it to end. 

He kisses his way back up your back to resume his exploration of your neck. His kisses are more eager and he grazes his teeth against your sensitive skin. He cups your breasts in his hand, massaging them while circling your nipples with his thumb. “You feel so good in my hands,” he tells you, “and you taste even better than I could have imagined. I could get drunk on you.”

His words make you blush. You already feel drunk on him, “I think you’ve earned your birthday kiss,” you say. 

You turn around to face him and his lips crash down on yours in a violent kiss. He invades your mouth with his tongue, caressing and exploring every inch of you. You taste yourself in his kiss. It’s strange but you find it erotic. When he pulls away you are both gasping for air. His eyes are wild and you see yourself reflected in them, lustful and in disarray. No one has ever made you feel this way, “Now, on your knees,” his voice rumbles the command. 

You kneel before him, anticipation and desire welling in your stomach. You unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock is bigger than you thought it would be and you unconsciously lick your lips. It looks painfully large, you take in the girth and the prominent veins. You grip his cock in your hand. You can barely wrap your hand around him. You lick his length from the tip to the base and then back up again. He tastes salty and something else you can’t describe, but you want more. You smear his precum over the tip then take him into your mouth. You look up at him as you circle your tongue around the tip of his cock. His eyes are so dark with desire and the intensity scares you and thrills you. You watch his reaction as you suck and stroke the sensitive head before taking him deeper. His mouth is open and little pants of desire escape his lips. You quicken your pace, taking him deeper and deeper, but you can’t take him to the hilt. The room fills with squelching and moans. His breathing gets shallower and Then he grabs your hair in his fist. He fucks your mouth at a punishing pace until he finds his release. Warm cum fills your mouth and the taste of him is bitter. His cum and your saliva dribble down your chin. You wipe it off your face and lick his cum, all the while you watch each other like two animals in a dangerous mating game. 

You’re shocked to see that he is still hard. He grabs you and pulls you up for another desperate kiss. The flavors of your release and his mix and you can barely contain yourself. You whimper. You need more of him. This little taste is not enough. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His large body is hot and damp with sweat but you press yourself closer. Your kiss breaks and you rest your head on his shoulder, “Fuck me,” you say in a voice so unlike your own. He growls and lifts you up, supporting your weight in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist. His cock brushes your slit and you gasp, that same electricity and desire surge. He positions himself at your entrance and guides you down on his cock, filling you with him in one brutal and wild thrust. You let out a visceral moan as he stretches you. You feel so full and finally content. You are as close as you can be. 

You feel him move forward, then your back hits the glass window. He thrusts into you again, and you feel the contrast of the cold glass at your back and his hot body at your front you pull him even closer as gives you another hard thrust, and then another. The two of you find a rhythm at a brutal pace. With each thrust you feel yourself blending into him, becoming one. You can’t even remember a time without the feeling of him. Time loses its meaning as pleasure becomes the only anchor in your world. The roughness of his hands on your skin, the fullness of your cunt, the feel of his length as it moves in you, that’s all that matters in this moment. Then he angles his hips and he hits you in a place you never thought could feel that good. Another visceral moan escapes you. He keeps thrusting, hitting that sweet spot, and your pleasure builds and builds. It flows in you like a raging sea and it drives you mad until finally you cum hard. Your muscles flex and draw the release out of him as well. You feel his seed fill you and as he pulls out it drips out of you.

You are both unsteady as you move to the bed to collapse on the soft coverlet. He pulls you to him and you wrap your arms around his thick torso. The two of you are silent for a while and you drift in between wakefulness and sleep. Then the sound of his husky voice brings you back to him.

“Every time I visited the club I couldn’t help but watch you dance. You were so carefree and happy when you danced. It captivated me, you still do.” You sit yourself up and look down at him. You observe this man. He is a ruthless killer, a criminal, a crime lord, but at this moment he looks so young and vulnerable. 

Your eyes meet and you see the earnest desire and something more. Something that is too soon for you to understand. You reach out and brush the hair from his face. He is so warm and so real, but everything still feels like a dream. He takes your hand in his and places a tender kiss on your palm before he continues, “I knew I had to have that light, to have you… I thought that maybe if I was with you could finally feel that way too.”

You frown, caught off guard by his words. “Are you so unhappy?” You ask him. 

“Not right now. Not if you take my hand.”

The vulnerability in his voice makes your heart ache, if only you could steal his pain away. You lean down to kiss him on his lips. The feeling is so tender but pierced with sorrow. You want to take this man in your arms and keep him from whatever pain he faces. You don’t know if you will ever ease his pain, but as long as You have him, You will try. In the dark underbelly of his world, the only thing either of you could hope to do is try. Maybe one day you both would finally see the light.

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[seancekitsch]

Can I get smutty 22 with Hux if you still write for him?

22) “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

His hand snakes it’s way down your waistband and his breath is hot in your ear. Risky, the entire situation. That door is locked, but the meetings and paperwork will start to pile up as the time passes. Your moments are numbered, but the general acts like you have all of the moments existence as he gropes and kisses at your skin. His fingers are cold as they find their way into your underwear, brushing against you as you bite back moan.

You try not to show General Hux his effect on you, despite it being a losing battle at this point. He knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you, and for as risky and teasing as he can be, he doesn’t abuse that power. You roll your eyes, gritting your teeth as his fingers move between your legs, brushing against your clit before delving into your core. You arch your back for him ass brushing against his clothed cock as he groans and bites down on your neck. He pumps his fingers, and then scissors them inside you as his other hand makes its way inside your unbuttoned shirt.

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking,” he teases, voice condescending but you can feel the curl of a smile on his lips against your neck

“Sh-Shut up,” you pant, trying not to lose your cool.

“I don’t know why you don’t want to just let go for me,” he continues kissing as he thrusts his fingers into you, grinds against your ass, “Let me hear you. Let yourself enjoy this.”

You allow him the smallest of moan, relenting just barely as the palm of his hand brushes against your clit and his other hand finds a nipple.

“That’s it,” he rewards you with a kiss on the underside of your jaw.

“This is unprofessional,” try as you might to keep your tone even, it fades into another moan. He chuckles against your jaw, and doesn’t slow his thrusting.

“Report me if you don’t love this, sweetheart.”

You would never.

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[elmidol]

Body Shots [NSFW]

General Hux x Male!Reader

Originally written in 2016

Warnings: PWP, alcohol consumption, spit as lube, use of (L/n)

Word Count: 2.1k 

 He was your general, you thought as your eyelids fluttered. Earlier that day you had been part of a squad who had received blaster training while being supervised by the man. The redhead had uttered verbal remonstrations for any who did not meet his standards. Corrected a few postured by kicking legs, jerking up arms. When he had started to correct you, you had caught a whiff of his cologne. You had nearly forgotten that he had been forced to attend some social gathering for the superior officers mere hours before. You had turned your head a bit to the side, inhaling. Then you had suddenly stiffened, realizing what you were doing when you caught him tilting his head in your peripheral. His eyes were on you, that cold gaze traveling along the side of your face. You gulped, your Adam’s apple bobbing, and turned back towards the target. His gloved hand left your arm from where he had been correcting you.

 Here you were, hours later, working your hand over your cock as you came to thoughts of the man. He was your general, your mind shouted at you. You bit down on your bottom lip, swearing at yourself for being so weak. It was not exactly frowned upon to be attracted to members of the same sex. Being attracted to your superior, however—the general at that—was a huge no. Not to mention the fact that said man was a stickler for rules and guidelines. You swore once more, wiping away all the cum and straightening yourself. You were supposed to meet with a few of your fellow officers for some drinks.

 It certainly helped you to relax; the mood of the bar, your comrades joking with one another and you, and the alcohol itself. The redhead was the furthest thing from your thoughts. You settled back in your chair, your eyes darting towards the bartender then back at your comrades. Then your gaze whipped once more to the bar. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you felt the drinks you had consumed threatening to slide right back up. Three of your instructors, a colonel, and General Hux himself were there. Their uniform jackets had been removed, and the white shirt that the redhead wore seemed to compliment him well. His hair was slightly disheveled—not something you would have expected from him, given how much he enjoyed order.

 One of the instructors caught you staring and nodded in greeting. You weakly returned the gesture before dropping your gaze, noticing that the others were looking up to see whom Lieutenant Birkstrum was interacting with. You grabbed up your glass, downing the rest of your drink. You wanted more than anything for the light buzz to come back, to grow into something stronger.

 It was when one of your comrades swore and mentioned under his breath that Birkstrum was heading over that you felt your stomach drop. The four of you straightened, each of you ready to stand up when the man gestured for you to remain seated. “Officer (L/n),” he said, his eyes moving to your face. Your lips parted, however nothing came out. “You’re attracted to men, correct?”

 “S-sir?” you stammered, not quite sure what he was getting at.

 Lieutenant Birkstrum’s lips quirked and he waved a hand dismissively. “Feel free to say no. It won’t reflect poorly… It’s just, we were discussing body shots this morning.” Your comrades’s gazes were on you. You absently reached for your empty glass, which you had previously set back on the table. Ignoring this behavior, the lieutenant continued. “Are you comfortable if we take body shots off of you? The two we had for this backed out on us.” You shyly glanced towards your other superiors then dropped your gaze immediately. They were all looking your way. “You can say no.” He must have noticed the growing panic in your expression.

 “You should do it,” one of your friend said, a female by the name of Norla. You looked in her direction, wondering why she wasn’t being asked.

 Birkstrum leaned forward, cupping a hand over his mouth as though he were being conspiratorial when he whispered, “The general’s into men.” Your cheeks were hot. Shit, you hadn’t expected to be told that. The lieutenant glanced up and down the length of Norla’s body. “You willing?”

 “You buying?” she asked, her tone still respectful due to his position of authority over her. Birkstrum nodded in response then looked your way, as did your friend. The other two nodded your way, as if wanting you to agree for the sake of possible free drinks. You nodded dumbly, standing up when Norla did. The five of you headed towards your superiors.

 Birkstrum was not shy in the least, helping Norla up onto the bar. You watched with wide eyes as the colonel and another of your instructors accepted the shots from the bartender and assisted Norla in moving her shirt out of the way. Your other instructor and General Hux’s attention had shifted to you the moment you had arrived. You could still smell the cologne. Fuck, you needed another drink, and you found yourself jealousy watching as Birkstrum consumed one, Norla and him chuckling as he took the lime from between her lips. The sound of ice clinking against glass caused you to turn your head. The redhead sipped his drink, observing the other officers and Norla.

 Sergeant Kol, on the other hand, lifted a hand and fingered the hem of your shirt. “You good, …?”

 “(L/n),” you supplied, not insulted that the man had forgotten. He had plenty more students than you. General Hux snorted, throwing back the rest of his drink. The bartender immediately set down another round of drinks for the nine of you. You grabbed up yours, gulping it down. Kol chortled, patting your back and nearly causing you to choke. He repeated his inquiry, and you nodded. “I’m fine, sir.” You had done body shots before, giving and receiving. It wasn’t that. It wasn’t even Sergeant Kol. It was the knowledge that General Hux was about to take body shots off you.

 Releasing a breath through pursed lips, you crossed your arms in front of yourself and pulled off your shirt. You needed no help getting up onto the bar, yet you felt Kol’s hand on your ass all the same. You ran a hand through your hair, relaxing along the bar as the bartender prepared the shots. Kol lined up the salt, meanwhile you grabbed up the lime wedge.

 Having expected Kol to be the one taking the shot given his enthusiasm, you tensed a bit when it was General Hux’s tongue swiping along you. It had to be one of the hottest things you had ever seen, had ever felt. Your cock stirred with interest, and you gave it a mental not now, boner as the redhead’s lips sealed around the lime, his teeth sinking into it. His eyes locked with yours. The smell of his cologne was invading your nostrils again. All too soon he was pulling away, and Sergeant Kol was taking the next shot off you. Your gaze remained locked with the general’s.

 Everyone was drinking, caught up in conversation. You had never believed you would be near your superiors in this manner. Yet here you were, being helped off the bar and handed another drink. A hand kneaded your ass. You looked to Sergeant Kol with a frown. But both his hands were in your line of sight. Your heart about skipped a beat, especially when you felt hot breath on your neck. “Officer (L/n),” the general said. You had never been more turned on hearing your name slipping off anyone’s tongue. He hooked his finger into your belt loop, tugging you backwards so that your ass was against the front of his pants. You could feel his erection through the layers of clothing. “Come.”

 Fuck, you were about to.

 His hand slipped up to your lower back, the man pushing you towards a more secluded part of the bar. It was a restricted area, however you were doubting that applied to a man of his rank. The moment he had the door locked, his hands were on you, shoving you against the wall. Your back hit, your palms slamming up against the hard surface just as his hands worked open the front of your pants. His hand was wrapped around your cock, pumping you without further ado. Your chest heaved as you panted, whimpering and biting your bottom lip.

 “Fuck, sir,” you managed to groan out, reaching to touch him as well. He, however, slapped away your hand. He lifted his limb away from your cock, placing it in front of your mouth. His eyes drank in the sight of you flicking out your tongue, wetting his palm, all the way up his middle finger, which you sucked into your mouth. You moaned wantonly around the digit when he started to finger-fuck you, adding a second then third. You wormed your tongue around them, stopping only when he removed his hand so that he could once more grip your cock, which was growing painfully hard.

 You braced yourself against the wall, your body shuddering as you came, ejaculating on his hand and your stomach. When General Hux released you, he was smirking. His gaze remained locked with yours as he lowered himself to his knees, swiping his tongue from the base of your cock up to your stomach, where he sucked your cum out of your belly button. Your cheeks were red, which caused the man to release a sort of purring noise. He kissed a trail up the length of your body, his tongue flicking out, his teeth grazing you until at last his mouth was atop yours.

 His tongue was in your mouth, and you began to run yours along his, tasting him when he allowed you to explore. His hands were all over your body, caressing, and finally he grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks. You whimpered against his mouth as his finger, coated in your cum, wormed its way into you. You could taste the alcohol on him, and a part of you wondered if he was doing this because he was drunk. His lips broke away from yours, the man turning you around while once more dropping to his knees. He added a second finger, his tongue flicking out and teasing your puckered hole. Who gave a fuck what his reason was? You groaned and pushed back against him when he scissored you open and slipped his tongue into you.

 “Fuck, sir….fuck…” Your cock was already twitching again, hardening from the stimulation. It was almost too much. Then he was standing, the head of his erection pressing into you. You threw your head back, moaning out, “General!” as he pushed his way into you. His hands seized your hips, and he tugged you so that he was buried balls deep in your ass.

 “Yes, officer?” he hissed out, starting to rock in and out of you.

 “Fuck, that feels good, general.” General Hux, his lips against the base of your neck, smirked. He trailed a hand upwards, pinching one of your nipples. He slammed up into you, hitting your prostate and making you moan louder. “Fuck. Fuck…fuckfuckfuck!” He was so damn big and thick, filling you up as you never had been. His cologne was driving you crazy, his fingers trailing along your nipple, and his groan when you reached down and grabbed hold of your cock, jerking yourself in time with his thrusts.

 “I wanted to bend you over earlier today. Fuck you until you couldn’t shoot straight,” he growled in your ear. You shuddered, swearing again in pleasure. “I noticed the way you were looking at me. Kriff, you’re tight.” His balls were slapping against your ass cheeks, and you were loving every bit of it. “I almost didn’t believe Lieutenant Birkstrum when he said you’d loosen up with some body shots.” Your jaw dropped open. It had all been a rouse for your general to come fuck you. He walked his fingers down the length of your body, wrapping his hand around yours on your cock, making you work yourself faster. All too soon you were spilling over onto him, your body clenching him so that he ejaculated hard within you. You moaned at the sensation of being filled with his cum. His breath was ragged in your ear. “Fuck, that was good.”

 “Fuck… Yes, sir. Fuck.” You panted, thankful that he was more than willing to support your weight, to allow you to lean into him. His mouth tackled your neck, and you knew he was leaving hickeys that would show past your uniform. You hoped that, given the fact he was the one leaving them, your general would not reprimand you for the marks in the morning.

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[skiller0dani]

Commands | Kylo Ren

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I just adore this little squishy violent man with all my heart. also ouch my heart :( not sure if I like this. could be better. could be longer. I’m sorry don’t leave me please keep reading my stuff D:

137 days. 

You counted the tally marks littering the walls of your cell aboard the Command Ship for the First Order. You leaned your head back against the wall, in all your time here you hadn’t been in contact with anybody other than the Stormtroopers that guarded your cell. You’d caught a quick glimpse of the Supreme Leader- Kylo Ren. His helmet was cracked, welded together but the cracks glowed an ethereal red. He was clad in black, like he always was and he barely threw a glance your way as you were hauled to your cell. 

Since then you’d never seen another soul except for the single Stormtrooper stood outside the cell door. You’d assumed they took you because of your brief affiliation with the Rebellion. You’d been a pilot with the Rebellion before you decided you’d watched enough of your friends die at the hands of the First Order. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you did what cowards did. You ran. You weren’t proud of what you did, and it seemed the Universe had a fit punishment for you as you’d been taken by the First Order not long after running. 

Something about Kylo Ren both intrigued and unsettled you. He had a presence to him, like a dark cloud that clung to his very being. You weren’t sure if that was because of the darkness looming in his soul, or the physical sensation of the Force all around him. Either way, it made you want to run to him and away from him. Whatever it was, it was completely intoxicating. 

But if there was one person on this Ship that unsettled you more than any other man had before- it was General Hux. He didn’t unsettle you in a curiously dangerous sort of way, not in the way Kylo did. No, he unsettled you in the way that made you feel sick in his presence, he unsettled you in a way that led you to believe you were in imminent danger any time you were near him. 

Kylo unsettled you only because of the affect he had over your body without even looking into his eyes. Just him being around you took over your every coherent thought and filled the empty spaces in your mind with nothing but him. Hux made you want to hide from him, hoping he would just go away. You watched the way Hux’s eyes undressed you, the way his fists curled into his sides upon seeing you, and you definitely noticed the tent form in his trousers as he would linger outside your cell. It made you feel gross all over your body, as if he was touching you without laying a single hand on you. The only hands you wanted on you were Kylo’s, which upset you for an entirely different reason. 

Kylo was an enemy to the Rebellion, he’d killed thousands of innocents. Your mind logically knows what kind of man he is, but your body betrays you in its lust for his skin on yours. You shouldn’t want him, yet you do. You should hate him, you want to hate him but you don’t. You feel pity for him, even though it was his actions that led him down this lonely road. He did this to himself, but your heart doesn’t seem to care who’s fault it is. You just want to help him. 

“You’ve been summoned.” The Stormtrooper’s voice cuts into your thoughts. You blink up at him before scrambling to your feet. Feeling handcuffs secure around your wrists you’re hauled into the hallway and stood in front of the man you were least hoping to see. General Hux. You swallowed a thick lump in your throat at the smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He said nothing as he took your arm and led you off towards the elevator. Your mouth is dry as you step into the elevator after him. As soon as the doors are shut he turns, his eyes look hungry as they scan your body. Your body tenses as he takes a step towards you. 

Hux’s hands press to the elevator walls on either side of your head, your back hitting the wall hard as your heart races in your chest. His lips brush against your neck and you feel a shudder of disgust run down your spine, and you release a sigh of relief as the doors open and he is forced to pull away from you. Hux takes your arm and begins to pull you down the hallway when you begin to dig your heels into the floor. Panic settles in as you approach a door at the end of the hallway, and you begin to tug against his grasp. You thrash in his tight grip, as he continues to drag out to the door. 

The door slides open and your panic is sent into overdrive when you see it’s his bedroom. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you slam your knee up into his crotch. Hux doubles over in pain, and you turn and sprint down the hall, not knowing where you’re going. This shuttle is a labyrinth. Your heart hammers against your chest as you take turns, hearing his boots slamming against the ground behind you. You turn your head to glance back at Hux, and this is when you slam into a solid wall of muscle. When you turn your head to look up at who you bumped into, your heart stops. Kylo Ren. 

His eyebrow cocks at the sight of you, in handcuffs, heaving for breath, panic laced in your eyes. Kylo feels his blood run hot when he sees who chases you. “S-Supreme Leader.” Hux heaves, struggling to catch his breath. You feel frozen in place as Hux stands rigid, his eyes on you. “I was just escorting this prisoner when she attacked me.” Hux hissed. 

You have no clue what compelled you to do it, and you have no idea why you blindly believed it would work. You threw yourself into Kylo’s chest, your cuffed hands reaching up to grab at his black tunic. Your body quivered in fear, “please don’t let him take me.” You whispered softly, so that only Kylo would hear you. Kylo says nothing, but he doesn’t remove you from his body either. 

“Escorting her where?” Kylo asks, one of his hands coming down to rest on your arm. Gently, he pries you off him and maneuvers you to stand behind him. Hux flinches, scrambling to come up with a suitable answer.  

“T-To questioning sir.” Hux lied unconvincingly. A dark look crossed Kylo’s face. 

“Where was he taking you?” Kylo asks, his question directed at you. You stand trembling behind him, “t-to his quarters.” You stammer, watching as the color leaves Hux’s face. 

“You were going to question her...in your quarters?” Kylo asks, the anger now beginning to seep into his tone. Hux stands stock still, his eyes wide and pointed straight ahead, his arms folded behind his back. Your eyes trail up Kylo’s back, and it’s just now that you realize he isn’t wearing his helmet. With nothing more than a twitch of his hand, Kylo sends Hux slamming against the wall. “You are not to go near her again.” Hux nods feebly, sliding to the floor when Kylo takes his gaze off him. 

Kylo turns to you, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before gently taking your arm and leading you down the hallway. Your heart rate slows as you follow Kylo through corridors before he leads you to what appears to be a plain bedroom. “From now on, this is where you will be kept.” He explains, your eyes widening in surprise. He reaches down, taking your hands in his gloved ones before unlocking the handcuffs. “T-Thank you.” You stammer quietly, and your eyes lock for a brief moment. Kylo nods curtly, and you swear you see a blush prickle at his cheeks before he turns out of your new ‘cell’. 

165 days. 

You hadn’t seen Kylo since that day, but your heart fluttered whenever you heard his name. When the sun would go down, your hand would disappear between your legs- imagining you and Kylo in lewd scenarios. With his head between your thighs. Him bending you over the bed. Him whispering sweetly into your ear as he drives into you again and again. You feel a heat sear through your body at the thought. You look out the window into the galaxy, your mind not drifting far from Kylo. If he’d fallen to the dark side, then why did he protect you? If he was pure evil, he would have let Hux have his way with you but he didn’t. 

Kylo. Kylo. Kylo. Kylo. His name bounces around your head as you cum on your fingers, your chest heaves as the shame settles in your chest. 

You hate the empty feeling in your chest when Kylo isn’t around, you hate the way you’re letting yourself feel for him. He’s not a good person, and you desperately try to remind yourself of that. Whenever you get lost in remembering the way his gloves felt against your skin, how it felt for him to hold onto you, you remember Han. You remember seeing Han with the lightsaber through his chest, you remember that it was Kylo who was holding the lightsaber. You try to remind yourself who he is, but you’re not sure you know anymore. You lean back against your bed, the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. 

You hear footsteps approaching your room, but you’re not worried it’s Hux. He hasn’t even looked at you since that day. You were grateful for that, but you didn’t know why you were still here. If Kylo wanted something from you, he would have gotten it by now and if you were useless to him he would have killed you. But instead for the last 165 days you’ve been a prisoner, barely speaking to anybody. You don’t know what he wants with you, and you’re not sure you ever want to leave if it means being away from him. The thought scares you. 

When the door swings open, you sit up immediately with a blush on your cheeks. “Kylo,” His name slips past your lips before you can stop it. His eyes meet yours as the door slides shut behind him. Kylo’s chest is heaving as his eyes remain locked on yours. There is a thrumming coming from him, sending waves of vibrations through your body as he steps closer. “Every night,” He starts, his voice hoarse as his fists curl at his sides. Your heart slams against your ribcage as you realize he is only wearing a simple black tunic and trousers. “Every night I have to lay in bed and pretend I don’t hear you calling for me in your mind.” Your eyes widen in horror, he heard you? How? 

Taking a few steps, Kylo reaches the end of the bed. “Take off your shirt.” His voice is low and demanding. It makes your mouth go dry. 

The logical part of your brain shuts off the second those dark eyes look into yours, with that air of dominance practically pouring out of him. 

Your hands reach for the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over your head. Your breasts are bare, and Kylo’s pupils widen as he sits back in a chair at the foot of your bed. Your expression falls when you notice that Kylo isn’t going to approach you. He sees your forlorn expression and the corner of his mouth quirks up. “Were you expecting me to touch you?” His voice is cocky, as are his eyes. 

“Lay back.” Another command leaves his lips and you immediately obey. 

You lay back against the soft mattress, your entire body buzzing with anticipation. You can’t see him, your gaze pointed straight at the ceiling. You feel a warm sensation tingle up your legs, across your stomach and finally to the underside of your breasts. You glance at Kylo to see him sitting in the same position he was before. Your mouth falls open as you feel something brush against your nipples. The Force. You feel your nipples being rolled and pinched by the tendrils of the Force that Kylo is manipulating to pleasure you. A soft moan escapes your lips as the sensation curls around your chest, and then suddenly you feel nothing. Your chest is heaving when you open your eyes, you see Kylo hovering over you. 

“For weeks, I’ve had to listen to you pleasure yourself while calling out for me. Do you have any idea how maddening that is?” Kylo’s voice is soft, and raspy. The tip of his nose brushes against yours as his hands dance down your sides. “Let me feel you,” You whisper, whining as you writhe under him. Kylo grinds his hips down into yours, creating delicious friction. You moan softly, watching as he yanks his black gloves off. “More Kylo.” You shamelessly beg, head spinning as he softly grinds his hard cock against you, both trapped in the confines of your pants. His hands find the band of your pants, and he’s quickly yanking your trousers down your legs. 

“Why didn’t you come sooner?” You ask through frantic breaths as your hands pull at the black tunic he’s wearing. Kylo yanks the fabric off his body, revealing his toned and muscular chest. The sight of his exposed skin sends a wave of hot, wet arousal between your legs. Kylo’s pupils widen when he sees the wet patch on your panties, throwing your pants somewhere behind him. “I don’t know.” He says honestly, his lips finding yours then. Your lips move in tandem with his, hands grabbing at him anywhere you can reach. Kylo’s hand dips into your panties, his fingers sliding through your wet folds. He groans against your lips before you feel tendrils of the Force sliding up your inner thighs, licking gently at your clit. 

“I need you inside me right now Kylo.” You beg wantonly, your hips grinding up into his as you moan again. Kylo says nothing as he reaches down to tear your panties from your body. Your hands fumble as they frantically push down his pants, watching with eyes alight as he kicks them off. One of Kylo’s hands plants itself firmly on the mattress next to your head as his other hand grasps his cock and leads the head to your entrance. Gently, Kylo pushes into you and you throw your head back in ecstasy. Your fingers grip the bed sheets tightly as Kylo begins to rock into you, his head hung low and his lips pressing gently to your neck. 

Kylo leans up to look into your eyes before pulling his hips back only to slam himself into you again, setting a quick and brutal pace. He holds your hips with a bruising force and you feel the Force groping your breasts and sliding around your body. You feel the coil in your lower belly winding tighter as you look up at him and he looks beautiful. There is sweat perspiring on his forehead causing his damp hair to stick to his face. A vain protrudes from his forehead as his hands grip tightly at your sides and when his eyes meet yours, you feel the Force all over your body. You cum without warning, your entire body tightening around him, sending him over the edge. 

“Tomorrow, you’re leaving.” Kylo says unexpectedly causing your eyes to snap open to look at him. 

What? 

#kylo ren imagine #kylo ren smut #kylo imagine #ben solo #ben solo smut #ben solo imagine #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars smut #adam driver #general hux #kylo x reader #hux x reader #kylo x you #hux x you

[darthlorddiamond]

Just a Mistake

Request: Could you do one for Hux were his really into the this girl who's bigger, and she kinda plays hard to get, and something happens that makes her confidence go down, and he tries to help build it up for her? Maybe like a first kiss, or something? No rush, of course. I mean, if your not comfortable writing that, that's fine too. ❤️❤️❤️ for @loveroffandoms16

Words: 2,703

Reading Time: 11 min

Category: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: None

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Just a Mistake

We have known each other for quite some time, although at that time we were just two young students who didn´t know very well what they were doing.

The first time I saw Armitage was at our generation's presentation on day one at the Academy. He was a very quiet and quite serious boy, who found it difficult to have friends. For my part, I was always a person with a very good gift of speech, and many people used to approach me to ask me about the studies or to know my opinion regarding certain topics that we would discuss later in class. It could be said that both, he and I were opposite, however, for some strange reason that I still cannot understand very well, we struck up a rather strange friendship that grew over the years.

Due to my physical complexion, somewhat short in stature, and a little bit curvy, my superiors decided that my work couldn´t develop well on the battlefield, so they dedicated themselves to training me in areas related to the development of military strategies. The truth is that, at first, I was quite in disagreement with the tasks that were being assigned to me, but as the months went by I began to find it quite attractive, while Hux, at being Captain Brendol's son, our teachers had in him very high expectations of leadership and Armitage focused exclusively on demonstrating that he was capable of achieving anything that was put in front him.

During the final year of the Academy, Armitage and I became quite distant, each one focused entirely on getting the positions that each wanted and our friendship was greatly diminished along the way. I must admit, that during our first years at the Academy, Armitage was a kind of platonic love to me, however, I never said anything because I didn't think someone like me would be attractive to someone like him.

After our graduation, we were assigned positions within the First Order in different locations. Armitage began the development of a military base that would outshine the others and I was assigned the Special Strategies Command Center within the Supremacy. The years passed, I never heard from Armitage other than those regarding the advances of the Star Killer Base, so little by little I put aside those nostalgic feelings of the Academy and immersed myself deeply in my work until the day of the conclusion of the Star Killer Base came. All the High Command of the First Order were called to inhabit that cold planet, which would serve as a central military base.

The reception upon our arrival was quite formal, the troops introduced themselves, greeted, we toured the entire base, a small reception was organized inside the Command Bridge, where a few glasses of alcohol and laughter were present, and it was there, in the midst of all the multitude of generals, captains and lieutenants, that I saw him again. He was standing, with his hands behind his back, his impeccable uniform, and his gaze dancing on each of the attendees without saying anything at all.

I felt a hollowness in my stomach, without a doubt the years had been quite good for him. For a moment I stopped paying attention to the talk of the people around me and I fixed my gaze on him, I wanted to speak to him, but I didn't know-how. I could feel a knot in my stomach getting bigger and bigger, so I decided that it would be best to get closer to him to see if he still remembered me in the first place. I was very anxious, the closer I was to him, the more I regretted having made that decision, but my pride would not let me take a step back, I had to.

Once in front of him, I could see how he only lowered his eyes to saw me, and without saying anything, a small smile was painted on my lips, which was replicated in his mouth. After that night, everything in my life changed.

I applied for my permanent transfer from the Supremacy to the Star Killer Base, became a member of the council table, and began to work side by side with Armitage on everything I did: requesting troop training reports, organizing missions and follow up on all matters related to the Resistance. Also, our friendship was recovering, some nights, Armitage would sneak out to my quarters to share a glass of wine and a cigarette, while we remembered, with laughter, our years as cadets.

I must admit that working at the Star Killer Base isn´t an easy thing, the demands of time and responses were much greater than what I was used to, above all, any type of work or communication that was related to Commander Ren was a very tired, especially for Armitage, who after being in some meeting with him ended up exhausted.

As the months went by, our relationship became more and more intimate, we could find comfort in our presence and the truth is that perhaps we only trusted each other. At first, I thought it was my mind playing a joke on me and that the romance I felt for Armitage in our school years was only flourishing again because my imagination, but I could swear that sometimes he had details with me that gradually became closer. I tried to ignore his stares on the Command Bridge, his attempts to hold my hand when we were alone, and even avoided him a couple of times when I felt his face was too close to mine. Part of me wanted to believe that maybe something was happening between us, but another part of my mind swore it was just my mind.

One afternoon, Armitage came into my office with a bunch of papers in hand, which he slowly deposited on my desk. "I have a mission and I would like you to carry it out..." I turned to saw him "A droid, model BB8, is found somewhere on the surface of Takodana..." Armitage began to smoke while I took the papers that he had put on my desk and began to read it "It´s crucial to find and recover it, since it has valuable information on the Resistance” Armitage continued smoking while I continued reviewing the documents “How long do we have to locate it?” I asked him looking askance over the papers "Immediately" at that moment I understood that this mission was linked to the assault of Takodana and Commander Ren, "Perfect, give me a couple of hours to prepare the action plan, as soon as I have it I´ll give it to Captain Phasma so she can prepare the troops" Armitage nodded and got up from his place heading to the door "One more thing..." he turned to look at me "After handing the plan to Captain Phasma..." a beautiful little smile was painted on his lips "Would you like to come to my quarters for dinner?" I let out a small laugh "I don't know, I'm not so sure..." I said with a slightly doubtful tone "Come on, don't be so difficult!" was the last thing he said before leaving my office.

The next morning the mission began in Takodana, the troops had deployed in the way I had organized them. Relatively it had to be a short and simple mission, how difficult could it be to find a droid?

Big mistake, I should never have made so many assumptions.

"It doesn't surprise me in the least that the mission failed..." General Pride got up from his seat in the meeting room and began to walk around the table, I could feel my throat dry and one of my legs began to move without I could control it, Pride's gaze was cold and it was still fixed on me as he continued his tour of the room, I knew what was coming, there was nothing I could do about it.

Slowly Pride came up behind me and held the back of my chair with both hands. "What surprises me, is the fact that we were trusting that someone like you could carry out such a task..." my hands were sweating and I felt a huge hollow in my stomach due to anxiety "What do you mean by someone like me General?" was the only thing I could say, the atmosphere felt tense, I could feel how the gazes of all those present in the room were on me, including Armitage's.

Pride cleared his throat and walked around the room again to position himself in front of me on the other side of the table. "I mean it's obvious that someone like you..." he raised one of his hands to point to my whole body, it was clear what he tried to insinuate "Someone with your physique..." I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes, but I tried to contain it as best as possible, I wasn´t going to give him the pleasure of humiliating me in that way "Well Captain, someone with your body build has never been in the ground, that's why it's not surprising that the mission failed..." a mocking smile spread across his face as I just clenched my fists under the table "Someone like you only knows what it´s, in theory, a search mission, but you don't know the physical effort involved…” Pride put his hands behind his back.

I felt humiliated, ashamed and somewhat outraged, no one said anything, my stomach ached with rage, with impotence, I felt so much anger that a tear escaped my eyes, Pride was only looking at me from the corner of his eye, savoring every moment "You can retire Captain, it's time for the true men of combat to talk about how to solve your error” I didn´t wait a single second more, I immediately got up from my place and left that room.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't know where to go. To my office? No, I needed to be alone, so, even though my workday was not over yet, I immediately went to my quarters, once the door was closed, I burst into tears - Someone like me... -  I couldn't stop listening to the words of Pride in my head. I felt dirty so I got undressed right away and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

The water in the shower helped me a little to dull the sound of my sobs. I´m so stupid! How could I think someone like me could perform a task like that!? I failed, not just to the First Order and Commander Ren, but Armitage, who was the first to trust me to do this task. I didn't know what to do, I was completely heartbroken. How is it that someone like me had gotten to where I was; how is it that the troops could trust someone like me; how is it that someone... How is it that Armitage... How could he look at someone like me?

Several weeks have passed since that terrible meeting. The only way I found to feel a little better and alleviate my supposed "incompetence" was to isolate myself from everything and focus exclusively on my work, I spent days and nights locked in my office without paying attention to anyone. My self-esteem was shattered, so I unconsciously started eating less and showing up late at night in the training room, away from the eyes of others, away from their criticism, their comments on my appearance.

As the days went by with my self-destructive routine, my body began to feel the consequences, I felt more tired than normal due to the demands of work and training that I was carrying out, I could see that big dark circles had begun to mark under my eyes and the usual rosy color on my cheeks was gone. On several occasions I had run into Armitage in the corridors of the base, however, I had completely ignored him, I didn´t dare to face him, I felt quite ashamed for having failed him in the mission, but I felt a thousand times worse for having thought that something existed between the two of us.

One of the many nights that I was in my office the door opened. In silence, but with a sure step, Armitage approached my desk and remained standing there for a couple of minutes, it was obvious that he was waiting for me to say something, ask something or do something, but I couldn't, I was completely frozen, I felt too nervous to say anything, I felt embarrassed enough to even see him.

"This is enough..." he said, almost like a whisper "You have been locked in this office for weeks without eating or sleeping well..." my gaze was fixed on the desk, while he advanced around it until he reached where I was sitting, I was feeling very nervous, what could I say to him? "You've been avoiding me for weeks..." I immediately turned to see him, my mind had made up an idea where we would eventually have to talk, but I always thought that when that moment would come he would complain about the failed mission, not about us "Armitage, I'm so sorry..." a couple of tears escaped my eyes "I never thought that Takodana's mission was to..." his body leaned quickly over mine, his hands gripped the armrests of my seat and his lips landed on mine.

The force of his kiss was so explosive that I couldn´t do anything to avoid it, his lips were so soft and his movements showed a kind of domination over me. I completely lost myself in the moment, the only thing I wanted at that instant never end "I don't give a damn about Takodana..." he whispered on my lips before kissing me again. He raised one of his hands to hold my the back of my neck and deepen the kiss, a fact that made me moan a little giving him access to my mouth, which he began to explore with his tongue. After a couple of minutes, we both left to get some air.

His face had drawn a blush almost the color of his hair, his eyes were still fixed on mine, while the hand that held my neck began to gently caress my cheek "Armitage, I never thought..." I stammered a little, I wasn´t sure it had happened that it just occurred "How is it that someone like you could fixate on someone like me..." I lowered my gaze to the ground, Pride's words were still present in my head.

Armitage brought his hand to my chin to lift my face, a couple more tears were present, he slowly approached me "I don't..." he kissed my lips "care anything..." he kissed one of my cheeks "about what..." he kisses my forehead "the others say..." he kissed my lips again, prolonging his touch a little more than normal. Recharging his forehead with mine, a smile played on my lips as I felt the warmth of his breath brushing my face and flooding my chest with a feeling of excitement and happiness like never before.

I jumped up from my seat and pounced on him, our bodies were completely united while his arms surrounded me and mine clung to his neck. I buried my face in his chest and Armitage covered the top of my head with kisses, we stayed like that for a few minutes until he broke that comfortable silence "How about we continue this in a more comfortable place..." I raised my face to look at him "We could go to my quarters, if that's okay with you" I drew a smile on my lips and moved my body a little away from his, without breaking our embrace, raising an eyebrow and with a slightly playful tone I replied, "I don't know, I'm not so sure ..." Armitage gave a small laugh and came closer to kiss me again "You really like to play hard" he whispered on my lips as I could feel a smile on his face.

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[whynotwinnie]

wounded part 13 kylo ren x oc

the beginning of this chapter is just pure smut so beware! but thanks for all the reblogs and likes i’m going to try to keep updating quickly!!

Warning: cussing, cumplay, choking, SMUT 18+, hair pulling, panic attack, anxiety 

VENUS

You took your time looking at all the features on his face, starting from his eyebrows furrowed with lust, his eyes staring directly into yours as you studied him. His strong nose that you couldn’t help to also find attractive and his permanently pouted lips that you wanted on you at all times. 

He pushed you further on the bed until your upper half was completely laying down and he climbed on top of you holding himself up by his knees that were on either side of your waist. He kept eye contact with you as he lifted your shirt up over your head. 

You didn’t have time to feel self-conscious with your body because as soon as your shirt was off he put his massive hands on each one of your breast squeezing and massaging them over your bra. You raised yourself up with your elbows and watched as he was completely fascinated with your tits. That broke his attention, he took his hands off your chest and raised a gloved finger to your mouth.

“Take it off,” he said low

You used your teeth to pull off both of his gloves, the taste of leather filling your senses. He threw them on the floor after and ran his hands all over your exposed skin on your torso. He moved his hands to the back of your bra trying to unclasp it. You waited and realize he was actually struggling to unclasp your bra. 

You tried to not think about how funny that was and bit your lip to suppress the laughter bubbling. You reached back to unclasp your bra and threw it on the floor not making eye contact with Kylo. 

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look him straight in his eyes he stared hard at you until he dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to one of your nipples. The moan you gave out was dirty and filled with pent-up excitement. You could feel him smirk as he continued to suck on your breast while pinching the nipple of the other. 

You were moaning nonsense and clawing at the bedsheets trying to grip anything to help ground you. He switched sides and started sucking your other nipple but this time he brought his hand down between your legs and rubbed your clit over your clothes. You gasped at the sudden contact and tried to contain your moans. 

He removed his mouth from your nipple and latched his lips on your neck sucking on it until you began to bruise, he did this again to a spot right under your ear. It seemed like each moan you suppressed the more he kept trying. It was an unspoken game you would win if you kept quiet and he would win if you would made a sound. 

He littered your neck and chest with hickies and you didn’t want to open your mouth to tell him no in fear that you would make a noise. He looked up at you and you stared back knowing what he was going to do now. With one swift motion, he undid the button of your pants and slid them off along with your underwear. 

He got off the bed and kneeled on the floor bringing your bottom half towards the edge of the edge. You felt embarrassed as he threw each of your legs around his shoulders making him eye-level with your cunt. 

You waited for him to touch you but it never came, you lifted your head off the bed and to find him looking at you.

“Did you want something lovely?” he drawled out.

Your checks burned feeling self-conscious and annoyed with him not doing anything. You were about to remove your legs off his shoulder when all of a sudden he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, biting it so that can also bruise. You put your pride aside as he gripped your thighs hard, feeling his fingertips bruise your skin. 

“Touch me.” you whispered.

“I didn’t quite hear that lovely, speak up for me.” If it any other guy would’ve said that to you, you would’ve got fed up immediately. But with Kylo it was different you knew your place in your relationship with him and you were in no mood to argue when he looked this good and feral for you. 

“Touch me please Kylo.” you begged louder.

“That’s all I needed, lovely.” 

You were so close to telling him to fuck off, when he spread your legs wider for him and starting devouring you. He licked your clit with a relentless pace, you couldn’t keep it in anymore and moaned loudly.

“Fuu… Kylo.” 

In return, he picked up his pace making slurping noises as he sucked on your clit hard. It was embarrassing how close you were to cumming, he definitely knew what he was doing.

You felt your stomach burn as he quickened his pace again, he moved down licking your entrance with his tongue teasing you for a bit, and then he pushed his tongue in you. You screamed quietly and grabbed the closest thing you could, which happened to be his hair. 

You didn’t mean to but at the moment it felt so right, his tongue in you and the tip of his nose rubbing your clit lightly. The pressure in your stomach grew and grew until you were unable to contain yourself anymore. 

“Fuck Kylo please I’m going to cum.”

He responded by taking his tongue out of you and licking your clit furiously. You shouted his name over and over as you came feeling your stomach tighten as waves of pleasure hit your body. Then you fell limp and your hands falling from his hair as he watched you try to catch your breath.

When you were ready you looked back at him heavily breathing trying to read his face, his mouth was covered with your orgasm and eyes with fire behind them still.

Oh shit.

He dropped your legs from his shoulders and set them on the floor gently. You thought he was going to leave but then he used his fingers to gather your arousal from your cunt. You winced because of how sensitive you were but that went away when you saw him put his fingers in his mouth. You were more than sure your mouth dropped making you look like a fool in front of him.

“I can eat you out for days lovely, you taste so good.” You felt your clit ache at that comment. “Did you want a taste?” he asked slyly

You shook your head yes as he hovered over you and grabbed your jaw. 

“Open,” he commanded 

As you opened your mouth you looked up at him with your eyes low. He brought his head down so he was inches over you and spit in your mouth. You had never done anything like that ever in your life. This was a complete 180-degree turn from what your sex life consisted of, but it felt so… right.

You swallowed his spit and he smirked at you. 

“You’re so good for your Supreme Leader lovely, I think you deserve more.” He said in your ear as he slid his finger in you.

You sat up immediately as he continued to push his finger in and out of you. He pushed you back with his other hand. 

“Relax just one last one for me lovely.” 

He curved his finger inside of you making you arch your back, he leaned down and took your breast in his mouth again sucking on your nipple while also fingering you. You moaned nonsense as you grabbed his arm that wasn’t fingering you. That caused him to look up at you while your head rolled back. You can feel his muscle tense under your touch but you really didn’t care. He put another finger in stretching you out, and you felt him watching your every facial expression and movement.

“Are you always going to be this tight for me lovely?” He asked grabbing your throat again.

You moaned at his words and he increased his speed making you dig your nails into his arm as you screamed through clenched teeth.

“Cum for me.” His words pushed you closer and closer to cumming. You groaned as your second orgasm hit you hard making your legs shake. Kylo pumped his fingers a few more times helping you through the rest of your orgasm until he pulled them out and put them in his mouth again. 

“You look so pretty when you cum for me.” Kylo said as he took your hand off him, you didn’t know you were still holding him. You noticed the red crescent-shaped marks on his arm from where your nails were. Kylo rose from sitting on the bed and grabbed his helmet, he took another look at you and left.

You laid there for a while taking in everything that just happened, you felt embarrassed but you didn’t really instigate anything. Kylo did… What the fuck are you doing in bed with the Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. You started to panic breathing becoming erratic as you felt yourself slip into a panic attack you looked around trying to find something to help you.

You then noticed that the room that you were in had a shower, that is going to have to go for now. You stumbled to the restroom and started the shower, you tried to get your breathing in control but with no luck, you started hyperventilating. 

All sorts of questions went through your mind. Did he feel like he owed you something since you saved him? You have seen that in patients before they become somewhat obsessed with the person who saved them. Could this be that? 

You stepped in the shower just wanting to forget about everything and disappear. You groaned at the mess you made for yourself, you should’ve never went to go to that meeting office. But did he really give you a choice? Ap’lek did force you to follow him, and you did enjoy what you were doing. 

You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, this is going to be a problem for another day but as of right now you needed to relax. You finished your shower and finally calmed down enough to get your heart rate back to normal. 

You found everything you needed in the restroom towels, a fluffy robe, body wash, shampoo, conditioner, multiple face products, even tampons and pads. You wonder who was here before you and if there will be someone after you. You decided to put on the robe wanting to feel comfortable when you went back to the room you completely forgot about all of your bags you brought with you. 

You groaned in annoyance unpacking was the last thing you wanted to do but you needed to do it. As you put all of your belonging away you wondered what was going to happen next, what were you to the Supreme Leader of the galaxy.

When you finished putting away your items you decided to clean the room up a bit, you kicked your empty bags under your bed after changing to pajamas, you were about to start getting ready to lay down when something caught your eyes. Kylo’s black leather gloves on the floor, your heart pounded inside of your chest when you went to pick them up. You brought them back with you to your bed and held them in your hand. Looking at them made you realize that Kylo Ren was not just some higher being but he was human just like you. You looked at every crease in the glove every ripped seam and it all internalized in your head. You slipped your hand in a glove, it was way too big to fit you but you put the other glove on anyways to see what it would look like. 

You felt weirdly closer to him this way, to be quite honest you were kind of proud that you were able to see the Supreme Leader like this. But it did make your mind waver thinking how many other girls saw him like this. You took off his gloves and threw them in the nightstand drawer, you would have to give those to him but that was for a later time. You got under the sheets of the bed in your new room realizing how tired you were and how early you had to get up. You turned off the lamp and stared at the ceiling stomach full of butterflies before you eventually passed out.

Your alarm woke you up and you groaned as you sat up feeling your sore abdomen contract, then you remembered where you were. Looking around you checked the time on the clock on the wall 5:45. Your eyes started to close involuntarily while you were sitting up, you quickly threw your covers off hoping the cold air would wake you up a bit more. 

You dragged your way to the restroom and practically screamed when you looked at your reflection. Your neck was absolutely fucked with bruised from when Kylo was choking you and when he was sucking on your neck. You quickly threw off your shirt to see the damage to your chest, it was somehow worse with green and purple bruises. 

You grabbed your makeup bag and tried to cover as much as you could as quickly as you could. It took ten minutes to cover the bruises on your neck and they were so dark that you could faintly see them through your makeup. You decided that that was the best you could do and rushed to your room to get changed, you picked the shirt with the highest collar and left your hair down. It would probably be in your way and bother you the whole day but it was something you were just going to have to live with. 

Grabbing all your stuff for work you left the room trying to get out of Kylo’s living quarters as soon as possible you were about halfway through the hallway when you realize that the door across from yours was cracked open. You stopped and backed up, you tried your best to look through the small crack to see what was inside. You were able to see a bed but that took up most of your vision. 

Your curiosity grew as you weighed out your options, if you went in there it would satisfy your curiosity but if you went in and Kylo was still in there he would probably be furious. You decided to try something you dropped your work bag loudly on the floor to see if anything inside the room shifted or moved in response.

You heard nothing.

You gently kicked the door open wider and looked around you saw a messy bed and some drawers but the room was a lot bigger on the inside. You cursed at yourself as you pushed the door open fully and walked in.

The bed inside was bigger than yours probably because of the Supreme Leaders massive size, the bed was messy like if someone was moving around when they slept. Kylo’s room had a refresher inside like yours but his was way bigger with both a walk-in glass shower and a tub. Everything inside was basic, one brandless body wash and one brandless shampoo, compared to the mainstream toiletries brands in your refresher.

You left the refresher and went back to the bed and sat on it wondering why you, and why with the supreme leader. You let yourself lay back laying where he once laid taking anything the bed would give you, like the faint smell of leather and wood or the indent left in the bed from where he laid down last night.

Your watch beeped and vibrated wildly, you got up and looked at it. It was X2 communicating with you telling you you were late to go pick him up.

“Shit,” you told yourself as you frantically took a final look at the room making sure everything was in its proper place. You left Kylo’s room and shut the door before leaving to go pick up X2.

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[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Mission: Kylo Ren (Kylo x reader)

Hiiii, so I’ve never done a Star Wars fic before, although, I am a super fan. In my head when I was writing this it felt too long to me and I thought I might be boring people. Please please let me know what you think and if it is worth carrying on x 

Warnings: Mentions of death/ swearing 

Word count 1,283

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It had been the same nightmare again, the darkness, the fire, the screams, the blood and smell of charred flesh. The massacre of the new Jedi temple, which had once been your home, was destroyed by the man you loved. The locket around your neck felt heavy, the peculiar metal of it weighing on your chest. You wished that it had just been a nightmare, but it was a memory. You were the only one that had survived. The only one he’d let live.

That was a couple of years ago, Ben Solo, son of General Organa and Han Solo, your childhood sweetheart, killed, no, slaughtered a handful of your friends, fellow Jedi’s in training. You were the only trained Jedi left. Your relationship with Ben had continued even after you both had started your Jedi training. With the new Jedi Order came new rules. Not being allowed to marry or have possessions, that was fine now. You had grown up with Ben and his family, your mother, second in command to General Organa, they had been best friends, so when your mother died, you were taken in and had been with them ever since. 

Un-like your other half, you remaind loyal to the resistance, the dark side never once swaying your choices. You were extremely skilled, the force came naturally to you, and your lightsaber skills were nothing short of outstanding. You still couldn’t stop Ben when it came to it. He’d always been that bit stronger than you, and your love for him held you back. Your mind had been conflicted until it was too late. That’s why now, you were one of the front runners for the resistance, going where and when needed at a moment’s notice. You hadn’t seen Ben since that day. Now he went by the name Kylo Ren. He wasn’t the person you loved. 

The nightmares were more frequent than usual. Sometimes Ben, no, Kylo, would even use the force to visit you in your dreams. You could tell when he was trying to edge himself in. You were strong enough to keep him out. You lay awake now, thinking about the next mission you were about to undertake. Infiltrating the Finalizer and getting the information needed for the resistance. Your own vendetta included. Kill Kylo Ren. 

Everyone knew that you and Ben Solo had been in love. People thought you’d get married, be the strongest Jedi couple anyone had ever seen, and have kids of your own, carrying on the Jedi legacy. But no one could have ever seen what was to come. Him slaying the hope of the galaxy and crushing your heart all in the same night. 

You rose from your bed. Rey just across the room sleeping soundly. Since she fell into your life, you had been training her, the same way Luke had trained you. You needed to leave before she could sense anything was off. You dressed hurriedly, tucking your locket into the shirt of your uniform. Someone had managed to snag you a First Order uniform, you’d blend right in. All you had to do now was fly to Kijimi, the planet was taken over by the First Order and from there you could steal a Tye Fighter and board the Finalizer. You’d been going over your plan for weeks. There weren’t any flaws. The only thing you’d have to watch for is Kylo Ren sensing your presence. 

You had decided to only say goodbye to a couple of people, General Organa and Poe. They were the only two that knew of your mission, fearing if anyone else knew they would try and stop you or come along. It was something you knew you had to do on your own. If Kylo Ren could kill his father, then you knew that he was capable of killing you too and you didn’t want to put anyone else at risk. It was hard to say goodbye, Leah was your family, and you didn’t know if you would ever see her again, Poe, your best friend. 

But it had to be done, and it came as no surprise to you that you were able to successfully infiltrate the Finalizer ship.  

-On the ship-

You didn’t know whether to try and blend on or be stealthy, sneak around corridors or walk down them with confidence like you knew the place like the back of your hand. You had been using the force to try and figure out the whereabouts of Ren, but you didn’t feel anything. He wasn’t on the ship at the moment. You didn’t worry though remembering there was a person on the inside and they had fixed it so you’d be right at home on your mission. Hux didn’t seem like the type to play both sides, but he was working for the resistance, which helped in your case. You’d be his “assistant” he’d be your sort of fake mentor. You’d be able to walk around the ship and gain intel but  Hux would be able to come to your room and feedback more classified information that you didn’t have access to. It was the perfect plan. 

General Hux had been waiting on the landing platform of the mighty ship. Spotting you instantly, he walked over to you with confidence and nodded his head at your uniform giving you a sly smile. You knew partly the reason he liked working with you, was the thought that you’d be the one to bring down the mighty Master of the Knights. You hadn’t got very far, your lightsaber bouncing off your side under your coat as you walked through the hallways, when you stumbled, the overwhelming sense of Kylo Ren consuming you through the force. Fuck. He was here. Using the force you could see him, walking off his fighter and towards the very corridor you were currently in. You looked at Hux in a panic. 

“He’s on board.” Hux grabbed your arm and you quickly walked through the hallways and to the bedroom you would be staying in for the foreseeable future. He gave you a little device which had a holographic map and a timetable for where you had to meet him every day for your fake job. He had tried his best to make it so you wouldn’t Bump into Ren, but nothing was guaranteed.

You had been trained well. It didn't stop the butterflies in your stomach. You were far more nervous than you anticipated, or maybe, you had been lying to yourself for a moment, pretending that everything was okay. You didn't need your emotions leading you down the route of the dark side. Peaking your head out from your door, you tried to sense or listen to anything you could. Your throat tightened when you heard something you hadn't in years. A familiar heartbeat, one you used to listen to while your head lay on his chest at night. The sound was getting closer and closer and before you could shut your door it was too late. 

His figure strode around the corner, his helmet gripped angrily in his tense hands, his black robe tight across his body. You gulped. It was your Ben, but not. His once kind eyes were sharp and narrow, his eyebrows pulled down into a permanent scowl. A jagged scar across his face and that awful lightsaber sat menacingly on his hip. You could almost hear the screams of all the innocents he’d murdered. 

Part of you came on the mission hoping there would be some part of him you could try and save, but from what you’d already seen, it looked like your Ben was gone for good.

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