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practically-an-x-man · 2 months

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Share Your Burdens (Indigo x Hux)

Summary: When Zero falls ill and Indigo doesn't have the money to treat him, an offer of help comes from an unlikely source

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags: Pre-relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, light angst, acts of kindness, pining, happy ending

Crossposted on AO3

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~ HUX ~

He strode into the galley with fast steps, skirting around throngs of people in his way. Most stepped aside as they noticed him coming, and the only ones that remained were those facing the wrong way or otherwise too distracted to notice. If he were truly in a rush, he might have been sharper with them. But he knew from his conversations with Indigo that mealtimes were often the only break from work they got, and… he could find it within himself to be a bit more lenient, it seemed.

And he was hungry. Not for food - his appetite came and went, and stress currently had him on one meal a day, if that - but for conversation. He’d gotten into the topic of speaking with Indigo almost daily, and found that even a brief conversation did wonders for his mental state. Speaking with her was both a routine and an escape: he could bounce ideas off her if he needed, or give that endlessly-cycling corner of his brain a reprieve as she told him about… well, anything. So many conversations in his life turned to the war, the ship, the cycling of duties, but Indie seemed more inclined to speak about the mundane and hopeful. It was refreshing in a number of ways.

Yet as he approached her usual table, already populated with a few of her usual comrades, he saw no telltale white-streaked hair amidst the group. Hux briefly scanned the crowd ahead of him, thinking she may have gotten caught up in line, to the same result. Indigo was distinct. He’d have spotted her.

“Excuse me.” he said, wincing inwardly at the way Indigo’s friends jumped as he approached the table. Lita swiveled to face him almost immediately, while Jules appeared all but frozen - spine straight, mouth shut, fork held forgotten between his fingers. Hux cleared his throat, shouldering his way through the awkwardness of it all. It was better when Indie was here. She had a habit of dispelling the tension for him. He still didn’t belong amidst their little group of friends, and he knew that, but he wasn’t often placed under their direct scrutiny.

“I don’t suppose any of you have seen Indigo today?”

“Oh- uh, I think she’s still working. She was up early too, said she was trying to get a little overtime.” Lita answered, avoiding his eyes but still having the decency to give him a clean answer. He appreciated that about her. He had to admit, Indigo chose her friends well.

“Where was she working?”

Only then did Lita hesitate.

“Is she in trouble?”

“Not in the least.”

“Corridor H, I think. Working on ventilation.”

“Thank you.”

He thought he’d managed to avoid anything heinously uncomfortable, and excused himself before the conversation could begin to slide away from him. Hux paused on his way out, enough to snag a bottle of water and some kind of prepackaged snack bar from the kitchen, then continued on his path.

He nearly missed Indie when he passed her. She had disappeared into a vent inlaid in the wall, only her work boots and the dull gray sleeves of her jumpsuit visible from the hall. If he hadn’t been given that direction from Lita, he’d have failed to notice her entirely.

Hux cleared his throat, hoping to startle her as little as possible.

“Indigo?”

“Just a second!” she called back to him, her voice echoing strangely down the ventilation unit. There was a fresh clatter from within the wall, followed by a series of even stranger noises, and then Indie clambered her way out of the vent.

“Oh. Hi.”

She looked tired. Haggard, almost. Like she hadn’t been sleeping well. Her posture was stooped, fatigued, and the smile she offered him seemed strangely hollow.

He wasn’t the best with this. Everyone on the ship appeared tired and stressed, at least to some degree. It was the norm, the nature of war, the nature of the Order. Even he himself was running on nominal sleep and bountiful stress, and little more.

But he knew Indigo, a little more every day. Perhaps not implicitly, and perhaps he’d never have the honor of knowing her to that level, but… he could recognize that something was troubling her. That was a start.

“You weren’t at lunch.” he said, feeling that that was a safe enough start, “Is everything alright?”

Indigo opened her mouth to respond… then snapped it shut again. It took her a while to find a response. Hux fought the urge to shift on his feet, wondering if he’d overstepped.

“Zero’s sick.” she finally said, and then the words came pouring out of her, “I don’t know if it was something he got into, like an allergy or a toxin or something like that, or if it’s something internal, and the regular tech won’t even see him until I have the credits to get him treated… So I’m just, y’know… working overtime, trying to scrape together as much as I can before he gets worse.”

“The Order should grant you medical insurance, especially now that he’s registered as a service animal-”

Indie shook her head.

“The insurance only covers work-related injuries. Even if I could convince them to extend that to Zero, there’s no way to prove this was caused by something work-related.” she explained, wringing her grease-stained hands together until her knuckles went pale, “So I’m stuck. Excuse me, I- uh, I have to get back to work.”

She slid herself back towards the wall, preparing to climb back into the vent. Darkness had fallen over her face, her eyes red in what was either exhaustion or narrowly-restrained tears. Either way, it made Hux’s heart pang. He didn’t enjoy seeing her like this - least of all when she’d cemented herself as such a bright spark against the rest of his life.

“I’ll take care of it.” he blurted, nearly losing his composure. Indigo paused, half-in and half-out of the vent.

“What?”

“I take Millicent to a private med-tech here on the ship. I could request that he treat Zero for you as well, and place any charges on my own file.”

And you could rest, he thought, though he couldn’t bear to speak it aloud, And save your credits.

He wondered if any of those thoughts were appearing on his face. She always seemed so adept at reading him.

Some part of him wanted her to notice. Some part of him was screaming for her to see that intent, beyond the shallow stiltedness of the words. He couldn’t bear to give her more - not with his reputation, not with his rank, not with so much stress and steel surrounding them - but he wished she could see the way he appreciated her for everything she did.

Indie clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes darting from place to place as she caught up with his words.

“Wow, that’s- that’s incredibly kind of you, and generous, and I just- thank you, you have no idea how worried I was about him, and-” Indie stammered, and he could see the hope blossoming in her eyes at the sight of this solution. Then her face did a curious thing: quashed that hope, wrestled it down with a visible effort, and she shook her head. “And I… can’t. Thank you, but… I shouldn’t.”

‘I can’t’ and ‘I shouldn’t’ are two different statements, Hux thought, and tugged uncomfortably at the sleeves of his coat. This hadn’t gone the way he’d expected.

“Why not?”

Indigo sighed and began packing up her toolbag. She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I just… I feel like I’m taking advantage of you with all this.” she said, “I mean, I know you excused me from the address as a thank-you for what happened in the elevator, but you got me Zero’s paperwork, and then you made all those scheduling revisions, and the new on-call regulations… I don’t know, it just feels like you’re doing so much for me and I’m not doing anything to return the favor.”

He frowned at that. Sure, she didn’t have material goods to exchange the way he did, but that was why he’d taken to extending his own resources the way he did. And it wasn’t as if he was spoiling her. Everything he did fell somewhere between keeping his ship running smoothly and helping a friend in an emergency. It could hardly be deemed preferential treatment.

“If you’d been taking advantage of me, I’d expect much more than paperwork and medical aid.” he responded, hoping that he spoke briskly enough to hide the flicker of emotion behind the words, “Or at least that you’d approach me for that aid rather than working yourself to exhaustion. And besides that… your productivity’s doubled now that you’ve gotten Zero registered, and the new protocols benefit the entire staff. If you can’t think of it as a favor, think of it as my… maximizing this ship’s efficiency.”

He liked the wording of that. It wasn’t cold, just… clinical. It fell exactly where it needed to fall: where she could accept this gift, get Zero the treatment he required, with minimal guilt or emotion attached. She could continue to accept his gifts, so long as he insisted they weren’t truly gifts. He could manage that. Easily.

“Think of it this way,” Hux continued, “I’m out no credits for getting him treated myself. The Order provides me with that insurance, and I have no other use for it at the moment. Millicent’s been well. And if you choose to go your own way with this, where does that leave you? Either you work yourself into exhaustion trying to pull together the credits, or this worry over Zero stunts your focus on its own. Either way, your work suffers, and you suffer along with it. Is what I’m offering truly generous, or is it just… the simplest solution available to us?”

Us. The word burned on his tongue. And to think, he’d tried to keep his words devoid of emotion. Surely she could see the way he’d begun to care for her, despite his best efforts to bury it?

He thought he could see the same in her, that care, though Indigo seemed to extend that same kindness towards everyone who crossed her path. It couldn’t be deemed special, couldn’t be deemed a connection to him, much as he inwardly wanted it to be. She was just a good person. A much better person than he, and by no stretch of the imagination.

“Really, Indie, it’s not much. By tomorrow we can have placed this all behind us, if you’ll allow it.”

“I still feel like I’m taking too much from you…” Indigo muttered, avoiding his eyes.

“What are you taking from me?” he pointed out, “They aren’t my own resources, it’s the Order’s insurance. And for the service of the Order.”

“Your time. Your energy. Your records. And… let’s face it, your reputation’s already going to take a hit just from how much you talk to me, if you keep doing things like this then people are really going to talk-”

“Indigo. Zero is important to you. I’ve offered a solution. Take it.”

He watched something pass through her eyes - something soft, something warm, like she’d peeled away all of his outer layers and had taken a glance at what lay beneath. Hux himself wasn't even sure what that was. Certainly not something to be proud of, if it was anything like the rest of him.

But her eyes were gentle, as they so often seemed.

For an incredibly brief and incredibly vivid instant, he desperately wanted to kiss her.

He expected yet another sleepless night ahead of him, attempting to unpack that particular train of thought.

Hux cleared his throat, shoving that and all the emotion it contained out of his mind entirely.

“I’ll stop by your quarters at thirteen-hundred to pick up Zero.” That would give her an hour to prepare, and him an hour to collect himself. “Does he have a carrier?”

Indigo shook her head.

“I’ll bring Millicent’s. I’ll see you then.”

“Right, I’ll- I’ll see you then.” she said, her voice watery with narrowly-suppressed emotion, “Thank you again. I really… I can't even begin to thank you enough.”

Just keep speaking to me. Just keep treating me like a human being. Just keep… being my friend. You’ve shown me more than enough kindness. This is nothing.

“It’s nothing, Indie, really,” he said, only choosing to voice that much of his thoughts. Any more than that would be… dangerous. He finally remembered the water bottle and snack bar in his hands, and awkwardly held them out to her. “Oh, and- here. Figure you haven’t eaten, given you weren’t at lunch.”

“Yeah, you’re- um, you’re right. Thank you.” she said, reaching for the items and holding them against her chest. Hux nodded once, the action feeling strange and vaguely unnecessary, and took a step further down the hall. Each footfall echoed down the chamber, though it only seemed to magnify the silence surrounding him. Indigo still hadn’t moved.

“Hey, wait- can I ask you a question?” Her voice stopped him halfway down the hall, and he turned. Indigo offered him a shrug and something like a smile. “A personal question.”

“You still owe me one for the day.” Hux responded, a mild attempt at brevity. He quite liked their little game, actually. One question per day, piece by piece learning more about each others’ lives. If nothing else, it gave him an excuse to seek her out, to earn even a few brief minutes of conversation.

“Why are you helping me? I mean, really, why?”

He took a moment to collect his thoughts, to ensure that nothing unwanted slipped free of his lips. He had to be so careful around her, and in so many new ways.

“Because you’re a good person, Indigo. And I hate to see you tear yourself apart for something that can be resolved so easily.”

Even that much was more than he’d expected to admit to her. She had a way of disarming him, and he… wasn’t sure he enjoyed it. Not yet. Not here.

But he couldn’t take the words back, and he couldn’t bear to face her response, so he simply turned and left the hall.

After all, he had work to do.

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Hardly an hour later, he found himself in the medical wing, cat carrier in-hand and beelining for the med-tech’s private office. His second encounter with Indigo had only cemented his decision - Zero had been sprawled on the bed, lethargic, his whole body ceaselessly trembling. He’d hardly even lifted his head when Hux entered the room, and his body was limp as Indigo lifted him into the carrier.

He left Indie’s quarters with two thoughts. The first was gratitude that Millicent had never come down with so severe an illness. It was frightening enough to witness Zero this way, even for a pet that wasn’t his own.

The second was that, for once in his life, he was positive that he was doing the right thing.

“Good afternoon.”

“Hello, General.” the man behind the counter responded, tugging on the sleeves and lapels of his uniform as he spoke, “What may I do for you and Millicent today?”

“Actually, I had a different request.” Hux responded, and placed the carrier on the table. Zero chirped softly from inside, and confusion darted across the med-tech’s face. That sound certainly didn’t belong to a cat, or any other familiar animal. “This animal belongs to a… colleague of mine.”

It felt strange to say friend, not because it was an untrue description of Indigo, but because it seemed odd to admit that budding fondness to a near-stranger. He cleared his throat and pressed on, refusing to dwell on that strangeness.

“He’s been unwell, and I’d like you to check him over. Do whatever you must to treat him. Place the treatments on my records for the Order to deal with. Make this your priority - he needs to be returned to his master by tomorrow at the latest.”

He thought about elaborating on the matter of Zero’s separation anxiety, especially given its particularly morbid severity, but decided against it. His authority as general would be more than enough to get this resolved quickly, with as little marked on the record as possible.

The med-tech nodded and reached for the carrier, clearly trying to catch a glimpse at Zero through the slats.

“Does it bite?”

“Any creature has the capacity to bite.” Hux responded automatically, then corrected himself and shook his head, “He’s anxious but very well-trained. Resolve this quickly and there should be no issues. And… assess his nutrition and give him a full dietary panel. He seems thin.”

“Um- the insurance only covers necessary treatments, you’ll have to pay for the nutrition panel yours-”

“Very well. Charge it to my account.”

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As promised, he received a ping from the med-tech the following morning, and promptly collected Zero to return to Indigo. Once again, the whole endeavor made him grateful for what he’d offered. With the primary med-tech and Indigo’s limited funds, the issue would hardly have gotten resolved so seamlessly. As it was, Zero was dazed but otherwise unharmed, and all of this would become merely a memory.

“Indie?” he asked, standing just outside her door. It slid open almost immediately, her anxious face appearing on the other side.

“How is he?” she blurted, then shook her head and corrected herself, “I mean- come in, sit down.”

“Zero is fine,” he answered, calmly stepping into her quarters as he spoke, “It seems he got into something he shouldn’t have, and the med-tech had to clear his system of it. He’ll be back on his feet in no time.”

Indigo just nodded, though the expression on her face more than made up for those unspoken words. Hux noticed, looking at her again, the incredible tension in her body. He doubted she’d slept at all last night. It seemed Zero’s separation anxiety went both ways.

Though he couldn’t blame her for that. If it had been Millicent in Zero’s place, he was sure he’d have the same indelible insomnia.

“He said Zero’s species is incapable of regurgitation, so he had to resolve the issue surgically. He’s still under some sedation. I’ve given you the afternoon off to look after him.” Hux said, simultaneously unlatching the carrier so Indigo could retrieve her pet from inside, “He’s also ordered a weekly nutrition panel. Apparently Zero’s a bit malnourished. I’ll come to collect him next week, same time, for the next treatment.”

“And all that’s covered by your insurance?” Indigo asked, an almost guilty suspicion coming into her eyes. She reached into the carrier and gently scooped Zero into her arms. The small creature purred, curling himself in against her body with dazed, anesthetized movements. The small incision on his abdomen, pinned shut with a chemical sealant, stood out starkly against his pale silver scales.

“Of course.” Hux lied, “My job does grant me some perks, you know.”

That drew a hollow smile from her, perhaps for his attempt at humor, and Indigo nodded.

“Right. Thank you. I know I’ve been saying it a lot, but… I mean it. I really don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Indigo adjusted her grip on the creature, holding him protectively against her body.

“How long have you had him?”

“Eighteen years.” she said, looking down at the creature, “Nobody really knows how long they live, but he still seems young to me.”

“And you adopted him while you were on Corellia?” he asked, but immediately shook his head, “Sorry. One question. I’ll ask again tomorrow.”

“No, it’s… you saved his life. The least I can give you is a few more answers,” Indie replied with a breathy laugh. She crossed the small room and perched herself on the edge of the bed, then gestured for him to sit beside her. It took all of his confidence even to obey that simple instruction.

“Short answer… yes. Corellia. Only a couple years before I left. Longer answer… I found him when he was a kit. He was hiding in the back of my- um, my… guild’s shop, the shop I worked in, and I knew if my ma- mentor found him, he’d be killed. I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to feed him, I was barely able to feed myself, but I couldn’t live with the idea of leaving him to die like that. I knew they were tradesman’s animals, bred to be intelligent and easily-trained, but I didn’t know about his separation anxiety until later. I guess…”

She ran her fingers down Zero’s feathery ruff, and the animal let out another faint purr. His clever little paws paddled in the air, briefly catching on Indie’s hands and clothing.

“I guess I just meant to keep him until I could find somewhere safer for him, but then I learned about the separation thing, and he was already learning to help me out in the shop… I couldn’t just let him go. And now- hell, he’s been my companion for longer than any human in my life, so there’s something.” she said, then turned to face him a little more, “Would you like to pet him? His feathers are really soft.”

“Are you sure?”

“I mean, only if you want to. But you’re not going to hurt him. And he won’t mind.”

So he dared to reach out, and carefully brushed his fingers down that multicolored ridge along Zero’s spine. She was right: those feathers were awfully soft. And the motion earned him the same sort of contented rumble that the animal had given Indie. Hux blamed that on the anesthesia - he was too dazed to tell the difference between them, in this state. Surely he wouldn’t have purred otherwise. The only time he could remember the creature allowing him to touch it was the day of the last Resistance attack, the day of Indigo’s concussion, the day Zero had come to find him amidst the chaos.

“How’d you get Millicent?” Indie asked, still stroking Zero’s feathers in idle, distracted motions. Her fingers tangled briefly with his own, and Hux fought the urge to jolt away. Indigo didn’t seem to notice.

“It’s a much less exciting story than yours.” he replied, “A few years ago, I found myself seeking a bit more companionship, so I stopped by a shelter when we next went planetside.”

“She’s a rescue?” Indie asked, then caught herself in much the same way he had, “Sorry. One question.”

“That hardly qualifies. Yes, she’s a rescue.”

“Hm. She’s pretty, for a rescue. I thought for sure she was a purebred, like from a breeder and all.”

“She may well be a purebred. I’ve never bothered to get her tested. I chose her for her temperament above all else. I needed something quiet, well-behaved, to live with me here on the ship. And aside from her tendency to slip out the door if I’m not careful, I’ve gotten exactly what I wanted.”

When he ceased speaking, he found an interesting expression on Indigo’s face.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, it’s just- you’re really opening up about this. It’s, um, it’s kind of nice.”

Later, he would wonder if this interaction was perhaps the catalyst for everything that came after. He’d long since grown tired of the war, particularly in Kylo Ren’s immature, prattling idea of “leadership”, but he hadn’t yet found something to fill that gap in his ambition. He had nothing to pull him out of this semi-assured life he’d built, nothing to give him the confidence and drive he needed, and if he didn’t find it soon, he’d stagnate here until he met a lonely and unpleasant end. The problem wasn’t in noticing this, but finding a path out.

And here… he’d found it. He wanted to give Indigo a better life than this. He wanted her to have security for Zero that came in more than just loopholes and favors. And he wanted the same security for herself.

Perhaps he deserved to die. He’d known that for a very long time. There was blood on his hands, and much more than he was due. It had been years since he imagined making it out of this war alive. He couldn’t use the thought of his life to drive him away from this. He deserved every ounce of what he had coming to him.

But Indigo?

She deserved so much better than this.

And that was something he could fight for.

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lemongingerart · 1 year

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Hi Peb, responding to your 'get help'!

(((I made a separate post for several reasons. Lately, if I reblog something with extra content, it's just ignored. Also, this content has dirt on it. Lemons. NSFW. I wanted you to choose whether or not you want to be associated with it and how you want to get the tags right 😅))))

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that you're going through tough times! How is it that bad things always seem to happen simultaneously? I certainly feel you on the first topic though, right now I'm under a pile of blankets with covid as well. Tough mf.

We all sometimes need a pat on the back (or a bottle of red wine to share 🥲) so I do like this idea and dug through my Hux x OC fic for something shareable (because in all honesty that's the only content I have 🙃)

So… have this partially unfinished and unreviewed smutty chapter, that I won't be publishing this year anyway, because it’s so far up my fic no one will remember I shared this today 😅

(Oh stars, I think this is the first time I'm putting smut out in the open, and it's not even romantic, it's pure horny filth mainly for the ginger general's pleasure … but I'm too exhausted from corona to care 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️💁‍♀️ )

Tagging the moots, in case they're horny for Hux: @liminalpebble, @mylifeisactuallyamess , @morby - let me know if you want in

Wourd count: about 2 500

Tags/warnings: Hux POV, in universe but kind of AU if you read this separately, established relationship, Hux x female!OC (called Miko), hints of dom/sub relationship, boobs, dry humping maybe?, oral (m!receiving), a shoe.

Let me know what I forgot, because I most certainly did forget something (hence, corona)

'H, we got an issue on the eastbound production line' Miko said, barging into his office and suddenly standing next to his desk.

Armitage skeptically looked up from his datapad, not amused by her lack of discipline. Still… he thought he would never have to admit it, but he was getting slightly used to it. The annoyance towards her unprofessional behavior had dwindled, now only a minor hindrance and thus making him able to focus on the reason she stumbled inside his office in the first place.

"Lieutenant, at ease." He said, although it wasn’t like she was standing straight up anyway. "Please explain. Slowly. "

Miko nodded, but the way she pulled up her eyebrow made it clear she wasn't having any of it. Stars, each time she was besting his authority she was encouraging him to find ways to fuck her and he wondered if she was doing it on purpose or even by reflex.

She swiftly provided him with an overview of various calculations, clearly visualized on her datapad, while she was elaborating on the numbers with her usual passionate style.

Hux didn't hear what she was saying though. Although he was watching her lip movements closely. And the way her chest heaved when she took a breath in between her rambling. Hmm, he'd love to free up some time in his busy schedule to open the clasps of that uniform and feel how warm and pliable her breasts feel today.

Miko stopped her exposition. "You aren't listening, are you." She stated, setting up a pouting face and her right hand on her hip. He knew her enough to assume that the disappointment was at least exaggerated, at best staged. He also knew how to turn that disappointment into something much more pleasant.

"You’re distracting me, Lieutenant. " Miko turned a quarter when she laid down the datapad before him. She switched hands, planting her knuckles on her other hip. She frowned. "Distracting you? This is kind of urgent, otherwise I wouldn't barge into your office and disturb your heavily stuffed planning like this." He could swear she was mocking him now.

She sighed, waving her free hand towards the datapad on the table and ticking on the graphs. While doing so, she leaned on his desk and he could smell the champoo on her hair - of course she wasn't using the regulated one - and a hint of the tea they shared this morning.

"Still, you know what your lack of manners and disrespect do to me." He hissed, turning his desk chair and sliding her way. Miko looked back to him in bewilderment. Did she really not expect him to make a remark like this? She frowned for a second.

"Apologies, sir, for speaking before my time. " she then quietly said, blushing and turning her gaze towards the ground. He didn’t miss the flicker in her eyes, though, signaling Hux she was more than happy to play along. Stars, he never was sure if she did these things on purpose in the first place.

He did want to get that uniform open now, just a little bit to feel if he could make her moan with one hand in, kneading her tits and making her nipples get stiff between his fingers.

Outstretching his right leg, he locked his foot behind the back of Miko’s knee, coercing her to come closer. Hux hips had sunken more towards the end of the chairs seating now, making him lay back a bit. She followed his unspoken directions with baby steps, the closer she got the more blush apparent on her cheeks.

As she was standing in between his legs now, he raked his long fingers over the side of her figure. He could spot how she pulled in her lower lip, biting it as if it could stop her from breathing heavily, betraying she needed his touch.

He chuckled, he deeply appreciated the way she played her part right now. It was still a mystery to him how she could just… be who she was to him.

"I'm not sure if I can just accept those apologies. But I am in a good mood. Can your eastbound issue wait for another 15 minutes?" Miko only nodded. "Good. Because I'm going to solve another problem first." He whispered, pulling her closer by the neck clasp of the uniform. She had to bend her knees forward and he made sure her upper legs reached the chair, right before the center of his pants. The next friction created by her leg moving was no coincidence though, it made it clear to him she was aware of the boner in his pants and how she was more than willing to do something about it.

But first, he wanted to open up that uniform just enough to see her nipples come out and give them some of his treatment, while still some of the skin remained locked in fabric.

He pulled her closer even more, planting a kiss on her lips, the kind of kiss that is making her want more by the way she tries to pull on his lips. But he wasn’t going to give her those yet. He still had a firm grip on the collar, making sure she couldn’t steal away any extra kisses. The soft but needy complaining sound that escaped her lips, made him chuckle.

His other hand found a way to the clips of the uniform, expertly opening it up from under the collar to right under her breasts. Keen on reaching his target, he slipped his hand inside, pulling up the tank top she was wearing underneath. Still holding her by the collar and enjoying the way she looked bothered and desperate for another kiss, he cupped her left breast, fingers sliding between the fabric of her bra and her warm skin. The way they moved made him knead them a single time, before pulling down the bra and exposing her skin to the cold air.

Seeing her facial expression change to something even more needy, almost animal like, was his new favorite thing. While he was most certainly doing this for himself, pleasing her always gave him that extra rush to the head. Lately, in the afterglow, it made him realize that he would do anything to keep her by his side.

He repeated the process on the right side, this time taking in how both tits looked out in the open and if it was matching his recent visualization. Gods, he loved the sight of how tense they stood, all restrained through the fabric and the cold air. Matching the pout on her face.

He pulled her closer by the collar again, contemplating if he should kiss that cute pout from her face or not. Her feigned disapproval had proven to give him more inspiration before.

"H., s-sir… we really do have an issue in the eastbound.." she breathed into his ear, stopping mid-sentence due to the soft pinch he performed on her nipples. While he should probably credit her for not leaving out a sound, he relished in how he could control her like that.

He pushed her back, letting her neck go, making her stand up so he could appreciate the sight. The minute he saw realisation dawn on her features, she became to blush even more. "Lieutenant, how come that you always have such a lood mouth, but somehow this is the only way I can make you feel-"

BLIEP, the comm on the desk did, making Hux snap out of it and Miko have the strangest reflex he ever saw in a human: she dived right onto the floor, hiding from the visual receptors of the holocomm device. Hux sighed, turned his chair towards his desk and pressed the accept button to answer the call. He had made it clear he only wanted to be interrupted for urgent matters only, so he could not ignore the call.

"Better be something important, Captain." He started with a snide. He could hear Miko giggle from beside him and he almost rolled his eyes.

The problem with captain Gavin is that he thinks every gossip that happened in his department was of utmost importance. Another problem is that Hux, while higher in ranks, could not simply replace him yet. Drawbacks of running a mid-sized business compared to a complete fleet.

He sighed, annoyance apparent on his face, but still having a hard dick under the desk and a Lieutenant on all fours, tits out, next to him.

He subtly rolled his desk chair to Miko’s side, sliding his foot towards her and halting it right in front of her. He then moved his toes upwards twice, the leather of the boot making a scratching sound, to signal her to come closer. He saw her nodding in the crook of his sight, eyes wide, expressing she got the message. On hands and knees, she silently started crawling towards his foot. While Hux feigned interest in Gavin, he reached further and lower with his leg, the calf of his foot first touching her right boob, then making her crawl closer even more until he could settle his foot in between her legs.

Making sure her head remained under the line of sight from the desk, he turned back in forward position so she slided on his foot, under the desk. "Captain, explain to me why you're not wasting my time.", he asked the holo. Said captain resumed his reasoning while Hux tried to remain as boring looking as ever, while stars he could feel her grind on his shoe right now.

If there was something he really wanted to see, it was the sight of his favorite Lieutenant (the only Lieutenant he favored), half naked but still in uniform, riding his shoe and enjoying it very much. Sadly, he couldn't afford looking down right now, so he just had to imagine her boobs bouncing, her pants getting soaked and the leather of his shoe getting stained. He'll wear the mark throughout the remainder of the day with pride, something his old self would forsake him for.

Gah, he needed some depressurising for himself, and resume with what he had in mind before he got the holocall.

He subtly brought his hand down, fingers stretching and probing for contact with the only person he could trust down there. Almost immediately, he found her hair and pulled it closer in between his legs. That was enough for her to interpret the silent order correctly and get to work on his belt, all the while Gavin rattled about modulators and wrong versions and disgraces and what not.

Hux wasn't sure his face remained stoic the moment she slowly licked the head of his dick, making sure no precum got spilled. What he was sure of though, is that his right leg bumped the underside of the durasteel desk as if it was hit by lightning. That would sting later.

She had pleased him with blowjobs before, so the sensation itself wasn't new, although each time it felt as heavenly as before. That's why he knew she was taking whatever she would get, the wretched woman loved to turn him inside out whenever she could.

But this setting, with Miko under a table and he himself having to concentrate on acting like he was interested in captain chippy? That was completely new and more of a challenge than he had anticipated.

When he felt her make little circles with her tongue, obviously having fun and trying extra hard to make sure he won't forget this particular session, he automatically clenched his fists. He pulled her hair, and she took the action as encouragement, taking him in her mouth completely and slowly sinking down towards the base. Fearing this would be too much to handle all the while making the holocall, he brought his free hand up before his mouth, trying to hide the scowl that was forming. When she reached her limit, she started to go up again, sucking with all might and making him see stars. As soon as he felt the turn in her movement on his cock, he commenced curling his fingers and pressing his fist against his lips, to make sure he wouldn't start panting in front of the camera.

Soon, she started pumping his dick, following the rhythm she knew he enjoyed all too well, and he had to stop his hips from tensing and stretching. By a thousand suns, why was she so good at this?

"General, I'm sorry to disturb you, but have you seen Lieutenant Ylena? We have an issue in the eastbound sector and she wanted to be informed of the process." Sergeant K interrupted captain Gavin during his boring plea. Hux had to focus on the conversation again, now that two of his subordinates were in view of the holo. A daunting task considering how much underpressure she was putting on his cock right now - he could imagine the dimples in her cheek. Oh frack, he needed to answer now, so he pulled her still with the grip he still had on her scalp. Miko immediately stopped, but didn't let him go though, applying the littlest of pressure and letting him know that this game works both ways.

Hux sighed and answered the men in the holo: "I've just heard her, she's on her way up to me for some other matter. I'll send her over once I'm done with her."

Shit, she was definitely chuckling on his dick now. Then, she started doing little short sucking motions on the head of his cock, sending him to new heights. This conversation had to come to an end now.

"Captain, sergeant, I propose we end this debate right now and I will see to it that Lieutenant Ylena will be at your department as soon as she can," he blurted out, way too fast for his doing but he just needed to close the communication line and stop her from using her mouth and driving him to his peak so soon. In the meanwhile, he had come up with other plans.

He pressed a button and the holo disappeared. Now that he could move more freely, he brought his other hand down and stroked her filled mouth: "Shush, I still want you on the desk my little Lieutenant." He said with a crooked smile while pulling her back from his cock at her hair. "Get up while I lock the door. This time I will not be disturbed while I make you feel exactly how hard you made it for me. "

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Forget the Storm

A One Shot in a galaxy Where the Bad Guys Win

TheGreatWicked

Summary: General Hux takes some rarely used, yet long-accrued personal leave to visit his homeworld, Arkanis, and visit his wife. He arrives amidst one of the famous downpours to find his wife has never experienced a thunderstorm. Shocked, he helps her forget the storm.

Inspired by a TikTok by Lady In Writing, called Thunderstorms. AU, where Hux doesn’t die and the bad guys obviously win.

Pairing: Hux/OFC, Selene

Rating: Explicit; graphic depictions of sex. Minors do not interact.

I am not what many would consider a man of many pleasures. I don’t laugh, I don’t consort with my inferiors, I am not one for dalliances and I do not smile, or if I do, it’s rarely a good thing for those around me. Just ask the rebels I had executed last week, oh wait, you can’t.

There aren’t many things in this galaxy that bring a true smile to my face, and I’m well aware that people think me to be grumpy, with a permanent scowl on my face, completely unable to find enjoyment of any sort but the fact is, they’re quite wrong. I am a man of unwavering dedication and strict discipline and once something is in my sight, I never let it go. And it’s an attitude like that, that will someday see me ruling this galaxy.

However, today, ruling the galaxy is the last thing on my mind. As I stride purposefully toward the hanger where my personal shuttle awaits me, there’s a lightness in my step and a softness that I rarely exhibit. Something tugs at the corner of my mouth and if I’m not careful, I feel in danger of a blasphemous smile breaking across my face. It is difficult to maintain my usual sternness, as even my steps have an uncharacteristic ease to them, but I must only maintain this for a bit longer.

Those who cross my path, feel that, perhaps, something is different about me today and they’re quite right, the disparity in my behavior is discernable enough that those who deal with me every day can tell. They can see by the way I pass my subordinates and I don’t bother to stop to demand my customary salute, some may think I am angrier than usual but in fact, I am simply indifferent. On the other hand, some may see my aloofness as perhaps me just being in a rare good mood, given my lack of barking orders. No need to really, it’s not out of charity that I ignore what I usually wouldn’t, I have people for that.

Today is different because it’s been weeks in the making and planning, but I’m only a few short hours away from my homeworld of Arkanis; a place I never, in a hundred years thought I would look forward to returning to.

That is, until recently, I’ve never had a reason to return to it. It’s the reason I’m in such good spirits today. I don’t return to the ghosts of my past, nor do I return to an empty house. It is her; my wife.

Selene.

A woman who captivates me in all things, in ways I never thought possible and has from the moment I met her. In her presence, my disposition undergoes a remarkable transformation, though none are witness to it, as I suspect Rens does when he returns to that woman of his, that desert girl. As much as I dislike to acknowledge such a factor, in that regard, he and I are the same.

An intellect sharp enough to cut yourself on, unwavering dedication to me, and a ruthlessness that I admit, I had underestimated in the past. And, of course, beautiful in a way that transcends physical appearance. She is my equal in all things.

It seems so strange to me now, that our marriage began as something of a political stunt; one meant to present a polished image of the First Order to the galaxy. It was simple propaganda, which I had been less than thrilled by when the arrangement had been presented to me. Although, I must admit, the very notion of being selected for such a role did serve to stroke my ego, considerably. It was both flattering and irritating.

Being the youngest general in the First Order, loyal, ambitious, handsome in my own right, and of course an impressive military lineage dating back to the Empire. They had said I was a natural choice, and in that regard they were right. But a wife? That had been the last thing on my mind, I was neither interested in finding a wife nor keeping up with one, and the concept of monogamy was as interesting to me at the ridiculous space wizardry of the Force. I liked my freedom to do as I wish or fuck who I liked, Selene had simply been another name on a list.

The entire hanger snaps to a salute as I enter it and I try to look a little more irritated but it’s growing increasingly difficult because with each step I take toward my shuttle, I am that much closer to her.

With each precise step, I march through the hangar, my heart racing with an eagerness I'm careful not to show outwardly. The troops stands at attention, a sea of crisp salutes and rigid stances, all eyes fixed on their departing general. My head remains held high, an image of unwavering resolve as I approach the waiting shuttle.

The protocol demands that I maintain an air of control and discipline, even though every fiber of my being longs to sprint towards that shuttle, to escape this moment of tedious formality. The atmosphere in the hangar is charged with anticipation though only I feel it, but I must endure the final briefings from my subordinates, as they rattle off last-minute details regarding Starkiller Base’s ooperations during my absence.

I listen, my patience thinly veiled by my standard curt responses. Time is of the essence, and I can't afford to waste it on trivial matters, but I know it to be a monster of my own making. From a time when I wanted complete and precise adherence to my instruction and command, no detail was too small to escape my attention. Before Selene; when the most important thing to me was my duties. Every question they pose is met with my trademark sharpness, a reminder that I have no patience for idle chatter. I yearn to be on that shuttle, en route to Arkanis.

~~~

Finally, I ascend the ramp of my shuttle, a place where I can escape the incessant inquiries and mundane concerns. The door seals shut behind me, and I'm left in blissful silence. In this solitude, I can shed the facade and allow my true emotions to surface.

Taking a seat in my private quarters, I recline slightly, a rare moment of respite. The pilot's voice breaks through my thoughts, informing me that we'll depart as soon as we receive clearance. I nod, acknowledging the information, but my mind is already far ahead, racing towards the reunion awaiting me on Arkanis.

In the silence of my private quarters, my mind wanders, back to the beginning of our marriage and how shocked I had been at the whole thing, and how it had become something far more profound. I hadn’t expected such an undeniable connection or the common ground we shared that extended beyond the realm of politics, we complimented each other remarkably well, our strengths and weaknesses intertwining in perfect harmony.

But the truth of the matter that surprised me more than I expected, was that I enjoyed being the recipient of Selene’s affections. In the quiet moments we shared, when there were no other eyes on us, I was shocked to discover the delights of having someone I could trust, fuss, and fawn over me. The way she ran her hands over my uniform’s crisp lines, searching for imperfections, with an eye as keen as my own. It was amusing to no end for me, how she held the same high standards I did and if I was being completely honest? I relished in the knowledge that whenever I strode about in my uniform, she couldn’t take her eyes off me. The solace I found in her company had been remarkable, her every word and fleeting glance, all of it, an unspoken language we share.

Not that I would ever admit publicly, but in her way, Selene, I suppose, has me wrapped irrevocably around her finger. Imagine, that, I, a general of the First Order, a man of considerable power and authority at the mercy and whims of a woman. I chuckle at the notion though I can’t bring myself to deny it, because deep down I know the truth; I’d move galaxies and rip down the stars if she asked me to. I would defy all odds and willingly submit myself to her desires. Dismantle empires, and reshape the nebulous void of space if she would ask of me. Despite all my achievements, all my finery, and my victories, the greatest one I hold in the highest regard, is her.

I can feel the gentle vibrations of the shuttle’s engines as we take flight and anticipation fills my chest, here and only here, and for only a moment, I can let my guard down and allow the smile that’s been threatening to break all morning. In just a short while, I’ll be there, with her again after months of separation with only holos videos, written communication, and the memory of her touch. My smile grows, and I am content for a few moments to let it gleam through. In Selene’s presence, I no longer feel like I carry the weight of the galaxy on my shoulders, there is only her warmth and loyalty.

As we draw closer to Arkanis, the skies grow dark and the rumbling of thunder is louder, the hallmark of my homeworld. Storms are not an uncommon occurrence here, and much of the time the skies are filled with rainclouds, though this time of year does see some powerful storms. I realize that this isn’t something I prepared her for and I can’t help but feel a flicker of concern for her comfort. Her homeworld, Felucia is a tropical one and while it has storms of its own, they tend to lean more towards hot, humid drizzles, nothing like the booming thunder that rocks the skies.

In thinking of her homeworld, I can’t help but think of the start of our relationship. She hadn’t even been at the top of my list of candidates for a potential wife, and I struggled to comprehend why that was. Her father, who had been a prominent figure in the merchants guild, had a considerable position of power and influence. Yet, I knew as soon as I saw the man what he was — a bully, a coward, and a brute. I knew his kind all too well. Men who dined exquisitely while their underlings starved, wore fine clothes, and boasted about their achievements yet, never lifted a finger to pull their weight or earn respect.

Insufferable man.

But it had been worth it, listening to his nonsense, Selene had walked in and she had been a breath of fresh air to the stagnant room and the unbearably oppressive humidity. Her matter-of-fact manner of speaking had undoubtedly caught me off guard, and I had to admit, she was utterly charming.

Once we were alone, she wasted no time in addressing the bantha in the room; of how neither of us truly desired the positions we were forced into – the roles we were expected to play. She made a convincing argument of how we could make this work to our advantage, this unconventional arrangement. Her tenacity was captivating. Her skill of negotiating was truly commendable as she outlined the benefits we could reap from one another, she exuded confidence but I saw what she had been trying to hide; fear.

My fist clenches at the thought.

Her proposal had been motivated by a fear I knew all too well.

Marry her.

I scoff at the notion now, as if I could have refused that creature; that gorgeous, intelligent, and determined woman.

She offered me everything a man could dream of; an effortless marriage, unwavering loyalty to me, and a willingness to submit to my desires all the while maintaining the expected image of the wife of a general. Obedient, quiet, loyal. All I had to do was rescue her from her father’s clutches and never raise a hand to her.

It existed briefly between us, and in a flash, it had been gone; the fear in her eyes of her father’s whispered harsh words and warnings. No doubt a concoction of threats and manipulation for her to toe the line and do as she was told. A man far crueler than me might have taken her for all she was worth or perhaps left her to the whims of the man she feared most but no, not me. I couldn’t. I too had felt the weight of a harsh and unforgiving world pressing down upon me.

As I sip the last of my tea, my lips curl into a snarl.

Against all odds we had entered into this union of ours and it had surpassed my initial expectations. Selene had held up her end of the bargain and proven herself to be a devoted wife to me, presenting herself at all times with poise and grace in the public eye, never a hair out of place. She played the role of the demure and well-mannered; adhering to the expectations placed upon her as my wife. But it was behind closed doors that she truly surprised me; when I truly saw the woman. I wasn’t an idiot and I understood the nature of arrangments like these and that desire was more often than not one-sided, and in fact, I had been fully prepared for this outcome but it hadn’t been warranted.

I hadn’t expected such… ardor from her. Our honeymoon had been nothing short of remarkable, I expected a wife who appeared devoted and yet when we were alone to show fear or reluctance, yet that had not been the case. The door hadn’t been closed for five minutes before she was set upon me, she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off of me. It had been quite a night.

It’s amusing when I think of it now, how we quickly became what subject of whispers and admiration within the ranks of the First Order. The poster couple for this new regime of obedience, representing the strength and unity my superiors had sought to achieve.

And in return for her compliance, all I had to do was treat her with respect and ensure her safety and well-being. Childs play, really.

I can feel my smile turn dark, as I recall the final hurdle to our union; Selene's father.

The man, desperate to maintain a sense of dominance over a daughter who was no longer his to control, posed a threat to our freedom. His interference could not be tolerated, and my fury knew no bounds when he had made the foolish attempt to take back Selene. Stupid man.

The plan had been meticulously orchestrated, a tragedy befell Selene's father in the form of an unfortunate accident. No questions were asked, and the man's presence was swiftly extinguished from our lives. In public, her reaction was an expected one; watery eyes, shoulders shaking slightly, grief lightly painting her features, clinging to my arm, but her head held high. Of course, it hadn’t been that simple and when I finally revealed the truth to her, I had braced myself for her displeasure. I expected her to berate me, to question my methods and motivations, to realize the monster she’d made a bargain with. But to my surprise, Selene's reaction was far from what I anticipated. Instead of anger, she pushed me into a chair and dropped to her knees, kissing my hands and pawing at my uniform. At that moment, she reaffirmed her unwavering loyalty and love, declaring that now, I was truly the only man in her life.

I tug at the collar of my uniform as I feel a flush of heat surging through me at the memory, stars, the night that woman gave me…

The weight of her words sent chills down my spine, a mixture of exhilaration and a tinge of apprehension. I had acted with the intent to protect what was mine, but I couldn't deny the thrill of Selene's fierce devotion. I had taken a life for her, for us, and I would do it again.

"I take it this pleases you," I had cautiously inquired, needing to ensure that his actions hadn't stirred any fears or doubts within Selene's heart.

Her response, filled with a seductive promise, sent a shiver of anticipation through my entire being and straight to my cock. "Not half as much as I'm going to please you," she had whispered, her voice carrying an intoxicating blend of desire and satisfaction, the very sound could drive a man to his knees.

That night, Selene unleashed her adoration upon me, leaving no doubt about her commitment to me. She clawed at me, eager to make good on her words. She praised me well into the night as her fearless, powerful, and undeniably handsome husband, showering me with a passion and pleasure that left lingering bruises on my body, denying me nothing.

I reveled in the orgasmic bliss Selene bestowed upon me, wave after wave of carnal satisfaction. In those intense moments throughout that night, I felt alive, desired, and cherished. Never before had I felt so powerful, so wanted.

When the dawn broke, I skillfully concealed the evidence of our passionate encounter, those reminders of our clandestine liaison. Her marks, tokens of her ravenous hunger, remained hidden from prying eyes, but I would wear them for days.

I adjust my trousers at the thought.

~~~

Finally…

As the shuttle touches down on the stormy and soaked grounds of my ancestral home, my anticipation has reached a fever pitch. My poor, darling wife has no idea I’ve come, she has no idea what I’ve in store for her. I’ve been eager to surprise her for weeks now with this visit, the rain means nothing to me as I dawn my command cap and heavy coat, tromping through the accumulated puddles, making my way to the grand house that had once belonged to my father.

I don’t think of the countless horrid memories of this place, no, my thoughts are consumed by Selene, her presence a beacon of light in my otherwise tumultuous existence. I can’t help but wonder what I’ll find her doing; will she be reading? She does enjoy a good novel. Perhaps sleeping away the storm in the comfort of our bed? I certainly wouldn’t mind crawling in and waking her. Sipping tea in my chair in the study or perhaps I’ll catch her doing something of a more naughty nature. Coy minx she is, I’ve caught her before and I can’t help the chuckle that rumbles through my chest and resonates throughout my body.

If my father had only known the woman he was giving me, he never would have let me have her.

I’m told homecomings should be filled with warmth and familiarity but that was never my experience, until Selene. I never expected to feel this way as I crossed the threshold, all thoughts of ghosts of the past quickly vanish and are replaced by desire.

My smile grows as I venture further inside, ready to surprise her, the droids swiftly attend to me, taking my command cap and coat. Shaking off the residual rain, I compose myself before making my way up the staircase, taking them two at a time, to the bedroom. The house is quiet and the only sound is the distant rumbling of thunder, but it’s growing louder as the storm draws closer.

The room is so dark at first and devoid of movement, it takes my eyes a moment to adjust and for a moment I can’t help but wonder if she’s retired for the evening. But as a flash of lightning fills the room with its violent illumination, I see her. Her silhouette against the window with her back to me, no idea I am even here, she’s so absorbed in the storm’s might. A more perfect sight a man couldn’t hope to return to, arms wrapped around herself, draped in little more than my full-length coat, similar to the one I’ve only just left downstairs. Its large size encompasses her effortlessly so much that it’s partially slipped from her shoulder. Her long legs are bare from under the opening of the coat and I can feel my mouth water. Long dark hair cascades over her shoulder like a curtain, concealing me from her sight.

I swallow the lump in my throat at this portrait of enticement that is waiting for me, and I can’t help but wonder if the surprise has been spoiled somehow, this is far too perfect a sight for a man to simply stumble onto. Maybe she knew I was coming, maybe she’d been standing there waiting for me. Maybe she’s planned something for me, naked under my coat. My hands clench into fists, flexing briefly and I struggle to maintain my composure, but stars all I want is to wrap her hair around my fist.

She doesn’t seem to know I’m here, she’s still so captivated by the storm, outside. Years of training and discipline give nothing away in my steps as I draw closer to her, the sound of my footfalls masked by the relentless downpour. I marvel at the juxtaposition of her delicate form against the backdrop of the raging storm, her vulnerability hidden beneath an air of fascination and fear.

I have to stop and take in this sight once more before I disturb it – my wife, temptingly wrapped in my coat, gazing out at the spectacle that is my homeworld. The fixation on her face stirs something in me as I stand silently beside her. I can smell her hair, and feel her warmth, it’s dizzying, so close I can touch her, and so I do.

She finally becomes aware of my presence when my hand grazes her bare shoulder to brush her hair aside. My words are hushed, they’re only for her as I murmur against her ear delicately wrapping a few strands of her hair around my fingers.

“Feeling chilly?”

She turns immediately startled, her eyes are full of shock and disbelief as she takes in a sight that she isn’t prepared for. B without a moment’s hesitation, she flings her arms around my neck and it throws me briefly off balance a step. She weighs nothing to me and I lift her as I did the day I carried her over the threshold of this house when we were married, she yelps in surprise at my romantic gesture. I surprise even myself, sometimes.

She’s breathless when she asks me what I’m doing here, like she can’t believe it’s really happening, but she doesn’t let me answer her. Her perfect lips are locked onto mine in a passionate kiss and her fingers bury themselves in the scruff of my neck, beginning an assault on my pristine appearance. Her reaction is exactly as I desired, and I can feel myself smiling into her kiss.

"Taking some well-earned leave from my duties and lavishing my beautiful wife a visit," I manage to answer her in between her hungry mouth seeking mine, “I take it I’ve succeeded in surprising you?”

“I’m completely shocked!” She beams at me, her eyes sparkling with delight as I set her on her feet, and she’s hesitant to leave my arms. "When did you arrive?"

"Only moments ago" She looks out the window and back at me with a solid look of disbelief.

“You came through that?”

The room resonates with my chuckle, how amusing, she thinks this is something. This is nothing, just a drizzle. "Do you really think a little rain would keep me from you?" My tone is playful, something I haven’t felt in months, "I've weathered storms far worse than this.” And it’s true. This drizzle, this sprinkling? I don’t even feel it. My lips graze hers as I speak and she’s positively captivated by me, when I take her delicate hand and press a kiss to it, I am a gentleman and an officer, afteralll.

“You never cease to amaze me, my fearless General,” Stars. I love it when she calls me that. Her fingers tenderly trace the contours of my uniform, and her eyes follow the path her hands take. “Your unyielding devotion humbles me.” There’s such fervency in her voice, it’s welcoming and laced with seduction, a deliberate melody crafted just for me. Every word that falls from her lips is carefully chosen, lavishing me with praises.

The crafty thing she is. I relish these moments when she pushes me to break free from this stern and composed facade, knowing that only she holds the power to unravel me in this way. My hands roam down her back, over the sturdy fabric of my coat, I know so well, I can’t feel anything beneath it. Blood pulses in my veins and my cock grows thick with want.

"Do you often pilfer my uniforms, my love?" I can’t resist the allure of seeing her in my coat, it just does something to me. Something I suspect is not unique to only me, but the sight of her in my clothes and how they envelope her form stirs something possessive in me that’s impossible to explain.

Her smile teases me with a hint of an retort but she says nothing, leaning her head back while I take the lapel of the garment and pull it forward so she can’t escape me.

"Oh, I see," I say, "You have a fascination with power and authority, do you?"

“There is something undeniably attractive about a uniform, especially when that uniform is my husband’s.” It’s Intoxicating, the sound of that laughter of hers. I sense the subtle vibrations on my skin as she peppers my jaw and neck with kisses and the softest nibbles, ensuring not to leave any visible marks. She knows better than that, but I also know for a fact she doesn’t mind the punishment that comes with it.

“Technically, it’s not allowed, you know.” My resolve grows weaker under her delicious onslaught. “Wearing the uniform when you’re not an officer— it’s quite inappropriate.”

“Are you going to punish me for my insubordination, General?”Her tone carries a feigned fear, and it's fortunate that this woman isn't under my authority. I’d ruin my reputation for those lips, in a way that isn’t remotely acceptable for an officer of the First Order.

My lips curl into a smug grin, just imagining Selene in a crisp uniform alone in my office. Her use of words like insubordination and when she addresses me as General, my blood boils and my uniform trousers suddenly feel far too tight.

"Perhaps," I say against her skin in a hushed tone, "I might have to contemplate a fitting consequence for your actions, though I might be inclined to show mercy."

“I look forward to it, General.”

The way Selene embraces this aspect of my identity, even in the subtle act of adorning herself with a piece of my uniform when I'm absent, resonates profoundly. She wants me close, she wants me. That knowledge stirs a yearning within me. Unexpectedly, it awakens desires I hadn't entertained before, yet that's the captivating allure Selene has cast upon me — she evokes a sense of being wanted, a sentiment I never knew I craved.

Her suggestive gaze and the way she licks her lips with calculated intention has me trying to decide if it’s worth the trip to the bed only a few feet away, or if I’ll have her right here. Her precious naked skin against the cold window, that way when the next storm rolls through she’ll think of me. Stars, I have to know.

“Now, what exactly are you wearing beneath my coat, Selene?”

"Do you honestly think I'm lounging about naked beneath your coat while you're not even here to enjoy it?"

"A man can dream, can't he?”

“Armitage,” She presses the gentlest of kisses to my lips, her tongue darting out to tease me, “had I known you were coming, I would have laid naked on the bed wearing only your command cap.”

Stars above. It's as if she conspires to fan the flames of my hunger.

She knows precisely how to manipulate my restraint, skillfully tugging and pulling at it until it threatens to snap entirely. Her presence is a siren's call, irresistible and relentless, drawing me closer into the vortex of our shared desires. Her lips, soft and insistent, press against my neck, igniting a firestorm of sensations that course through me. My desire surges to the forefront, a tangible force that leaves me breathless and electrified. Each heartbeat is a thunderous echo of my yearning, reverberating through the depths of my chest.

Oh, the things I’ll do to this woman...

It's hard to imagine how I'd react if I were to come upon such a scene. Finding her reclining on our bed, patiently awaiting my return, it would undoubtedly be a challenge when it comes to tearing myself away from the inviting warmth of our shared space to fulfill my responsibilities back on Starkiller Base. I'm fairly certain that if I weren't momentarily rendered speechless, my words would have halted at a simple ‘Darling, I'm home.’ Every inch of her perfect body on display for my eyes only. A visual feast for my consumption.

A searing wave of desire courses through my being, and I'm overwhelmed by an unquenchable lust. It's inconceivable to envision a reality where she isn't by my side, where our destinies don’t intersect. The thought that even the slightest alteration in the course of events could have kept us apart is beyond comprehension. I need to touch her, to feel her skin against mine, bury myself in her heat, and hear her say my name.

"Is that so?" I utter the question with a near-growl, my voice laced with a subtle tone of command. The shift in my manner, a manifestation stirred by her mere presence, caught me off guard initially. I hadn't foreseen the extent to which I would savor this newfound assertiveness. What's even more astonishing is her evident pleasure in witnessing this facet of my character."

I’m going to devour this woman.

The abrupt crash of thunder reverberates through the room, eliciting a startled response from Selene nestled within my arms. The unexpected strength of her embrace catches me off guard; although storms of this nature hardly faze me, her trembling form suggests a vulnerability I hadn't anticipated.

"Darling, are you, frightened of the storm?" I inquire, my gaze probing hers for any traces of fear.

She averts her eyes from mine, her grip on me slowly easing, and her hands delicately smoothing over my uniform in an effort to regain composure. In a hushed tone, as if hesitant to reveal any vulnerability, she confesses,

"Would you think less of me if it did?"

My fingers delicately trace the curve of her cheek, a subtle lift guiding her chin to meet my gaze.

"Never," I murmur with unwavering assurance, sealing my promise with a tender kiss. "Rest assured, my love, these storms, though a little stronger this time of year, are but a passing tempest."

I crave the return of that radiant smile to grace her lips, and the assurance in her eyes as she finds solace in my presence during these ephemeral days. Yet, the bitter truth lingers — in a few days I will depart for Starkiller Base, leaving her to weather this relentless season in solitude. It's a persistent ache, a reminder that our stolen moments together offer only a brief reprieve from the harsh reality that awaits.

After a thoughtful pause, her smile reappears, carrying that alluring touch of mischief that never fails to enthrall me. She inches closer, and her breath, warm and inviting, brushes against my neck as she speaks. "The rain, it's chilling. Will you be my warmth until the storm subsides?" Her question, laden with a candid vulnerability veiled by desire, stirs something profound within me. I find myself nodding, our eyes sharing an unspoken pact. In my gaze, there's a darkness, a magnetic allure that captures her attention, and the playful façade she wears dissolves, unveiling the hunger beneath.

"Show me, my powerful General, how you'll keep me warm." It's a provocative invitation, one that even all the discipline in the galaxy cannot shield me from.

Something primal stirs within, and I willingly assume the role she craves. I revel in the intricate dance of dominance and submission that defines our intimacy. My commanding demeanor, the vigor, and restraint that define my essence seamlessly align with Selene's yearning for guidance and protection.

Her fingers trace a tender path along my jawline, down my neck, and to the clasps of my uniform. Our desires entwine, and our shared understanding of the power dynamics in our relationship adds an electrifying intensity to our encounters.

“Shall we start by settling you into bed?” I pause briefly, lowering myself to lift her gently into my arms, cradling her thighs as I effortlessly raise her.

A contented purr emanates from deep within as her legs coil around my hips, and I proceed to carry her toward our bed. The notion of making love against the window can be reserved for another occasion. Her weight holds no significance, and as we ease onto the mattress, it yields softly to accommodate us. Kneeling beside her, I delicately lay her down, my arms enveloping her in a protective embrace.

Selene's tender words, "I've missed you," linger in the air, entwined with the rhythm of our languid kisses. Her voice resonates with a profound yearning. I don't often indulge in grand declarations of love; action is my preferred language. Selene understands this facet of my character, yet she knows that I secretly crave hearing such sentiments from her. Her admission sets my blood ablaze, and my heart stirs at the echo of her longing words. The revelation that she pines for me, has been consumed by thoughts of me, and hungers for my touch kindles a passionate fire within, a blaze I must carefully contain.

"And I, you," I murmur gently, my voice revealing a tenderness exclusively reserved for her. Rarely do I lay bare the depths of my emotions, but in this singular moment, entwined with Selene, I find myself unable to shield every fragment of my vulnerability. She occupies a distinct place within the guarded recesses of my heart.

"Selene," I murmur, drawing her nearer, "Open, your mouth and kiss me properly." My words are a command, a plea, an invitation—all rolled into one. I desire nothing more than to feel her lips pressed against mine, to share in a moment of unbridled passion and connection, a rare escape from the constraints of our roles and the burdens we carry.

Sweet, sweet compliance. I taste her again after months of only a memory, the perfume she wears the way she tastes like oranges and tea, the softness of her tongue against mine. It’s indescribable and it’s only the beginning. I've held off any self-pleasure the last few days knowing how good she would feel, how perfect she’d taste, and even as I kiss her it’s just as I hoped. Our lips move together in perfect harmony as though no time has passed at all, I can feel her hunger, how much she wants me.

Another clap of thunder resounds outside, Selene flinches instinctively, but the fear that once gripped her is now tempered by my presence. I’ll make her forget it, kiss her till she’s dizzy, tease and pleasure her till she’s a mewling mess. There won’t be a stronger storm than the one we’ll create tonight.

"Come," My voice, a soothing balm. "Let's get your mind off the storm."

My fingers trace a deliberate path along her leg, effortlessly discarding the coat that drapes over her. True to her word, there's nothing provocative concealed beneath, just the modest nightgown she sleeps in. Yet, the gown's brevity and the alluring neckline tell me everything I desire to know. My lips meet hers with a fierce hunger, a possessiveness that claims her, my tongue delving past her lips to savor the intoxicating taste, again and again.

Feeling her frantic hands against my uniform searching for the closures that she’s learned to unfasten with practiced ease draws an amused chuckle from me, but it fades quickly. The pride in my uniform is forgotten in a rush to get it off so that I can feel my wife’s naked body against mine.

The echoes of the storm outside gradually yield to the rapid cadence of our breaths, blending with the gentle rustle of fabric. Each component of my uniform gracefully descends to the ground, followed by the subdued thud of my boots, forming a growing heap on the floor. The urgency intensifies with each passing second, mirroring the escalating desire building within me.

"You're insatiable," she murmurs, her words escaping in breathless fragments, accentuating the affectionate devotion I lavish upon her.

"Months have passed with only the echo of your touch and the melody of your voice lingering in my memory. Yes, I find myself quite famished," I admit, my words measured and deliberate. My lips graze her neck with a possessive intensity, an insatiable hunger driving my actions. I yearn to mark her, to make the entire Galaxy witness what she is to me — unequivocally mine. The nightgown's modest neckline impedes my exploration of her form, a frustrating barrier that will soon succumb to my desire as I am compelled to tear it away.

“Darling, you’re not nearly naked enough.”

She slips out of my coat and lifts the short gown over her head, casting it away. I can’t help but be disappointed as the coat is removed, but I suppose I can’t find much reason to complain. I rasp in approval when her mouth is on my skin, licking, sucking, and biting down my chest. She can leave whatever marks on me she likes here, I don’t care, I’ll wear them and stroke my cock when I’m alone looking at them at the memory of what she’s doing to me. The sound of my belt clinking coupled with Selene pulling at my trousers, working them over my hips sees the last of my uniform carelessly tossed to the floor where it belongs.

“Better?” She pulls me back to bed and into a kiss, it burns hotter now that there’s nothing between us.

“Much.”

My cock is so damn hard it hurts and it’s been that way from the moment I saw her in my coat, my imagination running wild. What she was wearing under it, what I would do to her here in the privacy of our home.

My mornings used to begin with a cold shower, but now they begin with a hot shower while I fist my cock remembering the last time I felt her cunt squeeze me. I can’t walk around my ship without thinking of places and circumstances I’d like to have her.

“Although I must admit, I could certainly get used to seeing you in nothing but my coat.”

The grin she gives me stops me in my tracks, she slips her arms back into the coat and reclines against the pillow in a provocative pose, instantly capturing my attention. And I’ll be damned if it doesn’t work.

“Is this more to your liking, Armitage?"

“Very much so.”

I cover her body with mine, enjoying how her eyes glaze over with a caress of my thumb over her nipple. “I could have you like this every day.”

Her lips tremble against mine when I kiss her, her whimpers are so sweet to me. While I tease the seam of her lips with my tongue, my thumb has worked the peak of her nipple to a maddeningly needy state.

I can feel her heart racing, memories of endless waves of ecstasy and my eyes locked on her quivering form enjoying every second. My mouth moves down her neck followed by the occasional scrape of my teeth then the soft warmth of my tongue. Her back arches into the pillow when my lips drop and the scorching heat of my mouth and the velvet of my tongue swirls around one of her hard nipples. She’s thrumming with need and she keens into me, singing sweet little cries for my ears.

“So desperate for my touch, aren’t you?” She emits a soft sigh of longing as I loosen my grip, her chest rising and falling, and the delicate shivers that gracefully ripple across her skin do not escape my observant gaze. I can’t help the amused chuckle that escapes my lips, she wants my mouth, then she’ll have it, as if I could leave her wanting. She ceases her sad little writhing when my mouth resumes its exploration down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel and she squirms slightly, my girl is so sensitive.

“Armitage…” Her voice is so delicate and full of need.

“Be patient Selene, I told you, darling, I’m hungry.”

I breathe out a hot breath between her legs, my shoulders opening her thighs for me, she’s trying so hard to be still for me, knowing that I’ll reward her patience. I watch as her chest rises and falls in anticipation, and her lips quiver when I place a soft bite on the inside of her thigh before soothing its sting with a kiss. I do it again, my teeth not breaking her skin but causing enough discomfort to see her eyes shut and her teeth catch that lower lip of hers before easing my bite with my lips and tongue. I stroke her inner thigh, enjoying how she writhes slightly at the gentle caress.

“Tell me, did you miss me, Selene?” I give her only a split second to answer before I dip my tongue between her folds.

“Yes!” Her reply is a strained whisper and full of relief as her body goes taut. “So much!” I close my eyes and dip my tongue back, taking a long and leisurely taste from her entrance to her clit, hearing her so anguished, so relieved soothes me somehow. “I always miss you,” She struggles to speak, to not trip over her words. “I–I’d give anything to be in your bed every night!” The endless chorus of desires on her lips is more beautiful than any composed symphony.

“Is this what you think of when I’m gone when you touch yourself? Is this how you want me?” I’m a cruel man. I could ask her these questions while I tease her all day.

“Yes.” She practically sobs her answer to me, poor darling, I think I’ve teased her enough, maybe.

My hands encircle the curve of her thighs, drawing her nearer to me. She reacts with a mixture of astonishment and anticipation, emitting a prolonged, breathy moan when I delve back between her lips. The cadence of our connection is unhurried and purposeful, a rhythm not intended to tease but to relish and savor.

She clutches the pillow tightly, her head swaying gently with every movement of my tongue. Her lips bear the weight of a bite, yet a sudden, precise pinch to the inner curve of her thigh elicits a sharp inhale, deep and unexpected.

“Armitage!”

I release her soft flesh from my mouth, swiftly rising to hover above her. Her jaw, now secured in my grasp, my tongue asserts itself into her mouth, taking all I want. In the silent exchange of dominance, I wordlessly compel her compliance, and she yields willingly. As the intensity of our kiss gradually subsides, I murmur against her lips. Her eyes, laden with desire, lock onto mine, conveying a surrender that seems almost inevitable.

“None of that. I want to hear every sound you make, I want to hear all of your precious, needy cries.” She nods, “Open.” My fingers rest against her lips and she eagerly complies, swirling her tongue over my fingertips up to my knuckle. My cock throbs wishing it was between those lips of hers instead of my fingers, but soon enough, I’ll bury my cock in her perfect pussy and fuck her till she’s delirious. I withdraw my saliva-slicked fingers and trail them down her body, settling between her legs.

Her breathless moan rings out with a stroke of my thumb across her clit, and her head falls back into the pillow. As much as I love bringing her to orgasm quickly I have to admit I greatly enjoy drawing it out. Until she’s a sweaty mess and nearly mad from my ministrations,

“How many times should I make you come for me this time? Hmm?” Those lovely eyes flutter closed at the feeling of me slowly stroking her lips, my touch soft and loving. “Five?” My fingers slow to a crawl and my touch practically disappears entirely only to return a moment later, making leisurely and slow circles around her clit. “Six?” She whimpers, knowing full and well that I don’t make empty threats. “How many can my girl handle?”

Her delicate 'ah, ah, ah's' are a symphony to my ears, akin to the most exquisite poetry. A mere graze, and she's teetering on the edge of orgasm before I playfully snatch it away with a gentle slap to her thigh, eliciting a reaction that would have propelled her out of bed if I hadn't trapped her beneath my weight. An agonizing pause hangs in the air before my nimble fingers, so adept at their craft, resume their rhythmic dance, this time at a more deliberate pace.

“Please,” when she pleads with me like that, I can never hold out for long.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg,” I lick her lips but pull away before she can kiss me. I punctuate my response by dragging the head of my hard cock through her folds, enjoying how her lashes flutter and her eyes roll back. “Could just bury my cock in you, fuck you till your body is so sensitive that you’re begging and shaking, and even the mere thought of my touch drives you into an orgasm.” Her tongue sweeps over her lips in anticipation, her eyes locked onto mine. “Would you like that, Selene?”

“Yes, please,” I watch her eyes flutter closed and her head fall back into the pillow as I stroke the inside of her thighs, trailing a delicate touch up her legs to her lips, delivering a deeply sensual caress. Then without warning, I delve back down her body, I hum against her pussy in a devious open-mouthed kiss, she mewls lewdly for me now, that’s better. A sharp flick of my tongue on that delicate little bundle of nerves has her thrashing against me, but she’s not going anywhere I don’t want her to.

Her cries grow louder and more desperate, sweet, and needy with each devious swipe of my tongue.

“Maker..”

Her hips twitch and then I work furiously, pushing every button I know she has. Alternating between soft and featherlight passes of my tongue that barely touch her clit, to broad strokes to that bundle of nerves, sucking gently because anything harder will have her crying from being pushed too close to the border of pleasure and pain. Finally, my calloused fingers spread her lips apart ensuring her lovely little clit cannot escape, her cries grow higher pitched and she’s soaking, her legs are taut and all it takes is a final flick of my tongue and a growling command “Come Selene,” She tumbles helplessly over the edge.

The rolling torrent of her orgasm washes over her body in waves, she writhes and keens against me, no nerves can accurately deliver any messages of what to do. I watch each twist of her hips, how she grips the pillow with white knuckles, her toes curl in pleasure and her legs tremble. Her cries are a symphony of want and lust mixed with my name while taking desperate lungfuls of air as though she were drowning. I begin to slow my assault, knowing any moment it will be too much for her, though one day I will push her further into a second orgasm, but not tonight. Perhaps when this Rebellion is thoroughly crushed and I occupy a far greater position in the First Order, then I’ll tie her to the bed and feast on her until she cries and begs for me to fuck her.

I’m hard and my cock aches to be touched, I leisurely stroke my length in anticipation, I could watch her come down like this all day. Then I see it, the look in her eyes that reads drunk with lust, and she instantly wants me inside her. She pushes herself up and my coat slips from her shoulders completely and the item is quickly forgotten about.

Her mouth is hot and hungry against mine, something about this woman, how she yearns for my mouth after I’ve made her come with it, I don’t understand why I love it, but I do. The way she’s clawing at me like a deranged animal, licking inside my mouth, trying to taste more of her orgasm and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t live for these moments.

“That’s one,” I rasp against her ferocious kiss.

She reaches between my legs and grasps my cock, inducing shudders that swiftly course through my entire being. I’ve no idea what it is about a woman telling me she wants my cock, is it the word or the sentence itself? It never fails to give me chills. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt her silken fingers wrap around me. It’s exquisite how she strokes me settling into my lap, she’s so close that it hurts me to not be inside her.

I can do little to stifle the groan that she rips from my throat when I feel her smear her slickness against my cock and she squeezes me.

“Lie back, Armitage,”

Her hand centers on my chest, and she pushes me onto my back, I give little resistance embracing the softness of the bed and my wife’s charms. I watch captivated by the way she dips her fingers between her legs licking her lips at her own touch, smearing some of the wetness on my lips before tracing a line down my chest. My eyes close of their own accord when she strokes my cock slowly with the combined slickness from her body.

I’ve earned this, convinced of my entitlement. I am deserving and, indeed, worthy of this woman, of the indulgence and pleasure unfolding. I am General Armitage Hux, the architect of the decisive blow against the Rebellion. The youngest general within the First Order, the heralded figurehead of the burgeoning regime. Selene's sinful touch, her exquisite form—these are rightfully mine.

She licks at the seam of my lips delivering a kiss that’s far too simple for the effect it has on me, I can feel my cock twitch in her hand and euphoria settles over me like a cloud, like a drug taking its course. Enjoying the sight before me, my wife, my Selene, perched naked over my hard cock looking at me as though I’m the supreme leader. Every inch of her body is for me and only me.

She’s teasing me like this, she knows there will be consequences later, right now I’ll let her enjoy this position of power she holds over me, but my patience is waning. I need only growl her name before she sinks down slowly onto my cock, she nearly collapses on top of me from the heat and pleasure.

Her moans make my skin prickle, as I’m finally seated completely inside her cunt, and it’s perfect. Stars, it’s fucking perfect. Always the thoughtful lover, she starts by gently rocking her hips against mine, so I can find my inner discipline and get a hold of myself. Because truthfully I could come right here and right now, all the memories, holovids, and messages exchanged can never compete with reality.

“How’s that feel, darling?” My voice is a bit raspier than I’d like but I am very much in control. “Good?”

Selene's gaze is gently veiled by half-closed lids, and a dreamy allure graces her features. Yet, despite the ethereal quality of her expression, she remains acutely attuned to my desire for more than a mere nod; she understands that I relish the extravagant, the pinnacle of comfort rather than just comfort itself. I'm not content with a soft bed; I crave the softest bed imaginable. When it comes to tea, it's not any blend that satisfies my palate; only Tarine, served at the precise moment before reaching the boiling point, will do. She's cognizant of my inclination for verbal responses, but she also comprehends my penchant for a captivating spectacle. In this intricate dance of preferences, my wife, the enchantress, effortlessly delivers.

Her hands move up her body to caress her breasts and her head leans back slightly offering me a vision most men would only dare dream of having, before telling me in a half moan, and with a gentle rock of her hips.

“Perfect, Armitage. It’s perfect.” Her words trail off but there’s nothing lazy about her declaration, the way it spills from her lips like a secret she can’t bear to keep. “You’re perfect,”

It’s captivating, the casual way she touches herself, a slave to her own pleasures and the moment, lost in them.

“And this?” I give a sharp thrust of my hips upwards and she lets out a glorious whine, edged with such need, it’s an exquisite sound, so I do it again. “I hope you don’t expect me to do all the work, not when I’ve come all this way, through a storm.”

She laughs to herself and comes back from her penetrative high, those dark eyes settling on me, she raises herself up slowly savoring the expression I know I wear before sliding back down. She rocks forward and kisses my chest before repeating the motion, her slick walls squeeze me effortlessly sending small shockwaves that radiate throughout my body.

Selene’s greatest strength lies in her ability to deliver words veiled in dual meaning with a smile on her face, telling you what exactly it is you wish to hear and consistency. She keeps this ridiculously languid pace, riding my cock so slowly that it almost feels like torture, but I know what it is she’s waiting for.

Seizing her hips to still her, “Selene, is this how you treat your husband? You’re not even trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe I’ll take it away, make you watch as I fist it myself, not letting you enjoy it…” There’s a sudden sharpness in her eyes, she loves this, when I speak to her like this. “I suggest, you fuck yourself properly, darling.”

The groan that claws its way from my lungs, is deep and full of lust as she slams herself back down onto me, and it would be humiliating if anyone ever saw or heard it. But it’s alright, no human servants in this house, only droids. It’s marvelous the way she rides me now, hard and fast like she knows I love.

“That’s it, darling.” My voice is harsh, “You love this, don’t you? Impaling yourself on my cock; say it.”

Again, my perfect wife responds in a way that makes my cock swell inside her, those delicate hands of hers slither up her body once more seeking out the soft flesh of her breasts to stroke and tease.

“I love it, it’s so damn good. I’ve missed your cock.”

Well, that certainly makes two of us, “Going to make yourself come over my cock, are you?” She doesn’t really answer me after a particularly sharp thrust of my hips, she just whimpers and continues toying with her nipples. “Do it, Selene, make yourself come.”

She nods quickly before one hand slips between her legs and her delicate fingers seek out that sweet little cluster of nerves, now she truly jolts against me, with each swipe of her fingers over her sensitive clit while she continues to ride me. “Good girl, keep touching yourself, Selene. I’ll need to keep this memory for when I return to Starkiller Base.” She whines at the mention of my departure and slows her pace, whimpering for me not to leave, that she needs me.

I thrust upward so hard and sharp that it steals her breath in a gasp, “I’m going to give you one minute, if I don’t feel your cunt squeezing my cock like a vice, then rest assured, darling, I’ll make you.”

It entertains me to witness her eyes widen, a sudden acceleration in her movements. Her fingers, in a frantic quest for liberation, deftly navigate each twist, flick, stroke, and tap. She assumes the guise of a puppet, yet her tenacity prevents her from collapsing onto me, even as I persist in thrusting into her hips. I grant her a degree of indulgence; after all, I've assigned her a task. It would be unreasonable to anticipate my beloved, enraptured wife to split her attention in such circumstances. I, after all, am a man of reason.

I can feel each little squeeze that accompanies the taps and circles over her aching clit, her eyes have closed and she’s trying so hard to come for me, seeing her like this, watching her delicate fingers bring her closer to orgasm while I watch, perhaps I’ll give my wife a little help. I seize her hips again and stop her movements entirely, her bewitching eyes open and she stops her movements in confusion.

I sit up enough to grab her by the back of the neck and force a kiss onto her that makes her clench me, “Is it so hard, what I’ve asked?” My kiss is hard and she groans into it, “Am I so unreasonable as to want to feel you come before I fuck you into the bed?” She can barely utter the word ‘No’ “Darling, I’m going to lie here while you warm my cock and watch you come for me again, and you’re going to, aren’t you?” I allow her to nod, “My poor cock drunk wife, can’t even speak properly,” I chuckle darkly, “So beautiful, well go on, Selene, I’ll even restart your minute but don’t you dare disappoint me.”

I sink back into the bed and breathe the fire out of my lungs with my hands clasped behind my head in pure indulgence and in truth, there can’t be a more luxurious place in the galaxy than where I currently lay. Cockdrunk she may be, but the day we met she promised me she would be a portrait of obedience and in that regard, she has never strayed, not even here. And she doesn’t disappoint me, no longer burdened with having to focus on riding my cock, though she rocks against me every so often, reminding me of just what kind of hold this woman has on me.

The sudden slap she gives her pussy both shocks and thrills me, what has my darling wife been up to in my absence? But it’s nothing compared to the show she gives me now, her eyes flutter closed again and her head lols back in pleasure, those delicate fingers of her teasing, twirling, tapping, and tickling. Then I hear it; her words.

More than the typical medley of cries of affirmation, pleading for more, no, not those. She’s speaking to me. Telling me how she loves it when I command her, that nothing makes her want me more. The endless stream of devious thoughts she’s had while she’s pleasured herself in our bed sometimes in my clothes, interspersed with wanton moans as she drifts closer and closer to the orgasmic release I commanded of her.

This minute I’ve given her may very well be the longest minute of my life and test my resolve.

There’s no Crono on the wall but I can measure the cadence of a minute perfectly on my own down the fraction of a second and I’ve given her a full minute; she’s maybe fifteen seconds in and I can already feel how close she is. I’m frozen in place at the spectacle, I can’t take my eyes off of her, every twist and turn of her gorgeous hips, the way her breasts rise and stutters to a fall when the sensations become overwhelming, it’s hypnotizing.

Selene may have been a virgin in body when we met, but her mind was far from innocent, still, she’s never given me anything like this. Calling my name, telling me what I do to her, how she wants me to touch her, she wants me to be rough with her. I can feel my mouth going dry and all I can do is stare back as that moment finally crashes upon her, radiating out from where her fingers are trembling.

In the intimate darkness, her voice calls out my name, a whisper laced with longing and desire. Her inner muscles tighten and release in a rhythm only we share, creating a magnetic pull that threatens to engulf me in the waves of ecstasy. The sensation is overwhelming, her essence wrapping around me like a silken cocoon, enticing me to surrender to the allure of climax. Yet, with every fiber of my being, I resist. The journey into the abyss of pleasure can wait; I have unfinished business with her.

The erratic fluttering of her walls, the way they grip and squeeze my cock, and tests my control as I navigate the tempest of sensations, holding onto the reins of restraint as her siren's song beckons me towards the edge. I savor every moment, every gasp and moan, as I prolong the inevitable. The tension in my body is palpable, a delicious ache that only adds fuel to the fire. I revel in the sweet torture of denial, determined to explore every inch of her before we reach the crescendo.

Her flushed skin bears the mark of exertion, and each breath escaping her lips carries the weariness of a race run hard. Leaning against my chest for support, the subtle tremor in her legs betrays the physical toll of her efforts. I respond instinctively, reaching up to cradle her face in my hands. At that moment, my eyes reflect a potent mix of darkness and possession. The realization hits me once again – this woman belongs to me. While not a newfound revelation, the sight of her complying with my wishes, as if finding pleasure in doing so, unravels something within me. Decorum, carefully maintained in other moments, now slips away like sand through fingers, leaving behind an unbridled sense of desire and connection.

I want to see it again.

This soon might be asking a bit much but I love how this creature mewls in response, she shudders as my fingers make their way down her sides following the delicate curve of her hips, holding her there and making her rock against me, in a way that tears a moan from her throat, one that sings of a hint of pain. Perhaps I can coax pleasure from her another way.

"Such a good girl," I express to my wife, showering her with gentle kisses on her lips to alleviate the heightened sensations that come from an orgasm. "You look so beautiful like this, atop my cock, coming for me." I am a terrible man. "But I wonder," my lips move to her neck, exhaling warmth, "Can you do it again?"

This soon might be asking a bit much but I love how this creature mewls in response, she shudders as my fingers make their way down her sides following the delicate curve of her hips, holding her there and making her rock against me, in a way that tears a moan from her throat, guiding her movements in a manner that elicits a moan from her throat—a sound that echoes both pleasure and a hint of pain. Perhaps I can coax pleasure from her another way.

"Feeling a bit tender, darling?"

Her response is accompanied by a subtle swallow, "A little."

"Well, we can't have that. Need to take care of my wife, reward her for being so good for me." I say, my tone hinting that I'm far from satisfied, and I sense a subtle retreat from her.

I encircle her waist with my arm, gently rolling us over, my cock regrettably slipping from her slick heat and a throbbing, persistent ache envelops my body. "Would you like to know what I've missed about touching you?" She nods, easing into the moment as my fingers delicately trace small circles around her navel, and my lips tenderly graze her neck and I can’t help but grin. “Close your eyes.”

Selene is a formidable presence, unyielding in the face of anyone, including me. Yet, within the confines of these doors, she becomes pliable under my touch and she closes her eyes. Every tender spot elicits delightful sounds—soft whimpers, moans, and mews. As my teeth graze her ear, I observe the shudders coursing through her flawless skin.

Her breath catches when my fingers follow a trail up her smooth stomach, and my lips hover over hers, just barely grazing in a manner that I'm aware drives her to the edge. Despite the tempting sensations tingling on her lips, she refrains from completing the kiss, knowing it would only bring an untimely maddening experience.

Her lips part and only a sound of need escapes, even though she’s already had two orgasms, she wants more. I leave a trail of fire down her slender neck, sucking and licking. Her breathing has returned to a calm almost languid state, but she moans when she feels my hot breath on the swell of her breast, then the flicker of my tongue. Her lips tremble, I can’t see them but I know they are, I know exactly how she reacts to my touch, and In a matter of moments, she’s ready to come for me once more.

“Missed how sensitive you are,”

Wrapping my lips around the hard bud I suck softly and my tongue draws lazy circles furthering her state of arousal. Her chest heaves now deeply as she takes in lungfuls of air in a desperate attempt to assert some control over her body. But she can only do so much, and when I press my thigh between her legs and my thumb and index finger gently pinch her neglected nipple she’s lost the ghost of any control over the situation.

Before Selene, my relationships had been shallow and fleeting. The women I chose to spend time with required no emotional investment and left without a trace as soon as I was satisfied. However, my wedding night with Selene was an entirely different experience. She didn’t need to take her clothes off for me to want her, she captivated me with her intelligence and sharp wit; her presence alone set my heart racing. While I used to be indifferent to my partner's sexual needs before, now I found great pleasure in surrendering control to her, for the first time giving in to her deepest desires and exploring every inch of her body to bring her pleasure. Exploring ways to make her moan, sigh, and whimper brought me immense satisfaction, as though it were a challenge, all the many ways I could make her sing for me.

My arousal builds as I move my lips over her perfect breasts, teasing them with gentle licks and soft suckles. As the heat between us rises, my cock throbs with desire for this woman - my wife. Her wordless moans echo throughout the room, sending shivers down my spine and intensifying my desire to please her even more. A deep, almost consuming, pleasure surges through me as I taste the sweat on her skin and my tongue rolls against her supple breast. She murmurs my name brokenly, like a plea that can barely be uttered.

"What is it darling? Loth cat got your tongue?"

With every motion of my hand comes another little gasp or whimper, and all I want is to give her more. Her hands grasp at me, clutching onto my shoulders for support and coiling in my hair pulling and twisting my regulation-styled hair but I can’t care less, and I feel a surge of primal possession wash over me. This woman had been given to me by my father, but it seemed like she had chosen me too. Her skin grows hotter under my palms and I can feel her entire body trembling with desire.

The tension in the air is electric. I can feel her heart thumping against her chest. Her hands tighten around my shoulders nails digging into my skin in sharp little crimson marks. I keep her pinned against me, barely giving her an inch to move away, as she squirms against my thigh. I tasted the salt on her skin, running my tongue up along her collarbone. Her breath hitches, an indication that she’s close. I hover above her and speak with a hint of slyness in my voice.

“Almost there, aren't you darling?”

I can feel her nodding her head silently. Everywhere my body touches hers, I feel her quivering with suspense and desire. I relish the power I have over her. She’s putty in my hands as I maneuver my mouth and tongue against her flesh, coaxing and teasing until she’s begging for mercy. My lips crash onto hers like a wave, taking ownership of every part of her.

"Give me one more, then you're mine."

The way Selene responds to my every touch is intoxicating. My teasing of her nipples makes her moan, and my thigh pushing her closer only further intensifies her pleasure. As her back arches I latch onto her other breast, producing a desperate and sweet sound from her throat. She pulls at my hair with her fists, most likely unaware of how tight she holds on, but I welcome the slight pain. Her body trembles as the waves of orgasm cascade through it, and I feel an urge of possessiveness like never before. Watching her is more satisfying than any fantasy I've ever concocted - months have gone by since we’d been able to be together and finally having her brings me more enjoyment.

When the tremors subside I kiss her softly but I’m not received that way, she pulls my lips against hers with a nearly feral hunger. Her tongue demanding my mouth open to her, it’s difficult to withhold the groan in the back of my throat, hell, she’s earned it. Seems I’ve worked her up quite nicely, but before she gets carried away with this hunger I have something to tell her. Something that can’t wait.

“That’s three.”

If she thinks she was the only one desperate to feel my cock impale then she was wrong, though I’d already buried myself in her slickness already, it was short lived, and I got a little distracted. I’ve still yet to come and I’ve seen to it that she’s enjoyed three exquisite peaks. I’m more than a little eager to enjoy what I know I’ve earned.

But I don’t need to relay this information to her, Selene knows me and she’s desperately clawing at my shoulders and chest, trying to put me on my back. I comply somewhat, sitting back on my haunches stroking my cock, as she crawls towards me, an untamed look in her beautiful eyes.

“Made a bit of a mess of me, darling,” She grins and that tongue of hers licks my thigh, tasting herself once more.

Each swipe of her tongue thrills me, in public she’s a portrait of elegance, decorum, and propriety. But here? She’s pure sin, filth, desire, all the things I’ve thought of while fucking other women or while stroking my own cock in search of quick release. Her lips plant kisses up my thigh in between quick little flicks of her tongue that make it harder to focus on any thought other than where I want her mouth next.

But my darling wife already knows this, already knows I’m satisfied with this foreplay and I’m ready to enjoy her oral skills. There’s no teasing of my cock with that sweet tongue of hers, no easing into it, just one moment her lips are on my thigh, and the next she’s swallowing my cock whole and I’m groaning loudly, not caring if the whole damn planet hears me.

“Kriff!”

That sinfully sweet mouth of hers swallows my cock sucking and stroking with her tongue. My hips jerk in time with her and my head falls back and for a moment all I can do is revel in the sensations, trying to remember how to breathe to avoid hyperventilating. She moans onto my cock as if she enjoys the act as much as I enjoy receiving it, at the rate she’s going, she’ll be swallowing my cum in minutes.

She still can’t quite take all of me but she’s certainly progressing, taking more and more each time, and whatever her mouth can’t manage those dangerous hands of hers help along. Slim and silky fingers work the remainder of my shaft, while her mouth sucks on the crown of my cock, like she’s enjoying a favored treat. It’s exquisite, like velvet massaging my length in ways my own hand is incapable of replicating.

My chest expands with each breath as she continues her oral ministrations, practically drooling over me, her hand twists and strokes my length in tandem, moaning every so often, I can feel the reverberations each time she does it. She hollows her cheeks and sucks me into her mouth, deep-throating as much of me as she can, engulfing my aching cock in the delicious heat of her mouth. She’s trying to get me to cum, it’s wet, sloppy, and her lips are swollen and red, slick with saliva. She could slay a man with that mouth of hers.

“Trying to make me cum so soon? Can’t have that, darling. I’ve only started with you tonight.” My hands hands tangle into her hair, squeezing just enough, to send the correct message, slow down. She reluctantly slows her pace and I breathe a sigh of relief now that I don’t have to worry about fighting an orgasm so quickly, stars know it would have been a struggle.

My head falls back once more and I can feel my eyes drift shut. I don’t know how she can manage it with her mouth as full of my cock as it is, but each time her lips slide up and down I can feel the tip of her tongue tracing the underside of my length in a devilishly, almost ticking sensation and my hips jolt slightly. This is perfection, my wife on her knees eagerly pleasuring me lazily as though there isn’t anything else she’d rather be doing.

I suck in a harsh breath when she focuses on the crown of my cock sucking gently, her sweet tongue circling slowly, dipping into my slit licking up the precum that leaks. Her hands never stop, one slowly strokes me sliding up and down with a twisting motion, the other, I can feel the pads of her fingertips as she lovingly begins playing with my balls, massaging, squeezing gently drawing all manner of guttural sounds from me.

I’ll never forget the first time I was treated to the delights of her talented mouth, she woke me up like this the morning after we were wed, I’ve had women suck me off before, but to be woken by such a thing? Glorious. And here I thought I had tired her out sufficiently after that night, apparently not, seemed my new wife had quite the sexual appetite.

The suction of her mouth has increased in intensity and she’s moaning onto my cock, if she comes from this I’ve no idea what I’ll do with her.

“Selene,” My voice stutters slightly and the deep rumble in my chest reverberates throughout my body, if she keeps going I’ll paint the back of her throat in ropes of my cum. “Darling,” It’s difficult to get the word out, she’s so damned brilliant at this, I’ve got to practically wrench her from my cock by tugging on her hair and the creature whines like a little brat when I forcibly remove her though a thin string of saliva connects her lips to me still and I feel my gut churning.

I cradle her neck, elevating her into a kiss where our tongues intertwine with raw hunger, a fusion of desires—hers and mine. The notion of marriage entwining with my career, initially perceived as a burden and disappointment, has evolved into an ineffable connection with a woman who mirrors my intellect, ruthlessness, and passion. Drawing her onto my lap, I relish the sensation of her attempting to draw nearer, attempting to satiate a need that has grown insatiable.

“As remarkable as those lips of yours are, I’d much rather bury my cock between these lips.” She moans when I dip my fingers between her legs, slowly teasing that little button of hers before dipping past it grunting when her heat engulfs my finger and she bucks into my hand.

“Oh, we are ready, aren’t we?” My voice is needier than I like, but it can’t be helped, it’s simply what she does to me, but it’s not without its benefits. I let her fuck herself on my finger for just a moment.

I grab her thighs pulling her into my lap and her arms wrap around my neck, “S’going to feel so good.” I mutter into her neck as I line up my cock with her slick opening, smearing some of the wetness there before I plunge upward, seating myself entirely inside her, my entire body nearly crumpling. “Tell me, darling, tell me.”

Her moan is loud and with not a care for who hears her, her whole body writhes against mine as she adjusts. It’s almost unbearably tight after months of nothing and three orgasms in quick succession, but I need her words now, need her to tell me the things she knows I crave to hear.

“Stars! Slow! I need to feel you!” As the lady wishes. “I’ve missed feeling you split me open, missed how deeply you fuck me.” She growls the words into my ear, and I can do nothing about the tremors that shake me with each slow thrust “Fuck your wife with your perfect cock, make me come for you again, cum for me, General Hux.” There’s such ferocity in her voice when she utters the last words with such exquisite annunciation of my name, that I feel only a surge of primal lust when I thrust up, seating myself completely into her cunt and she cries out. “I’ve want you!” She cries in a hoarse whisper.

She is my sanctuary.

I never fathomed the depth of my yearning for such declarations. Undoubtedly, genuine admiration always finds its way to curry favor with me. Yet, the commendations Selene shares, whispered against my lips, professing how she's yearned for my presence and how sleep eludes her in my absence—those words hold sway over me that surpass any experience I've known. Her pleas for a deliberate pace, the longing in her voice as she implores my touch, the urgency in her desire for me to surrender to her—these sensations evoke a facet of my being previously dormant. A hunger for both emotional and physical connection emerges, revealing an aspect of myself I never envisioned. She assures me that I provide her with a haven, and she tells me she loves me.

The first time she uttered those words, it seemed utterly absurd. Love me? Who would entertain such a notion for someone like me? The echoes of my father's abuses resonated in my mind, the years of disparaging remarks reinforcing the belief that I was destined for nothing and unworthy of my position. Then entered Selene. As she came into my life, my father's cruel words gradually faded into the background.

The revelation occurred after I confessed my role in orchestrating the demise of her father. Anticipating a torrent of anger, I was met with the unexpected. Instead, she threw herself into my arms, showering me with praise and affection. Something within me, long confined, was unleashed. Her declaration left me dumbfounded, a frozen moment of disbelief. I couldn't fathom it.

I clutch her tightly as she grinds on my cock, squeezing me so perfectly I just might cum right here and right now, it takes a moment for me to assert control over my own body once more enough so that I’ll last more than a minute. Poor dear is wriggling against me, eager for further stimulation, seems I’ve grown distracted by my own thoughts, my darling wife is ready for more.

She cries for more like a spoiled child wanting more treats.

I wrap her hair in my fist and jerk her head back to expose her delicate throat to me before I thrust up and hard. “This what you want?” I say as I bottom out with a groan.

She only pants and arches her back, my hand digs into her backside as I start a slow and deep rhythm, I won’t last terribly long, not for this first one. But I have a week here, a week to make her cry, make her cum, to fuck her in every conceivable position in every room of this house, making memories, as it were. She clings to me for dear life and with each thrust I can feel her grip on me tighten round my neck, her cries come in little, sweet, incoherent, murmurs, no idea what she’s saying but I pick out the occasional word or two; she says my name, that she wants more, that she loves me, pleading for me to stay.

Selene’s moan of approval, makes my skin prickle, it’s perfect, she’s perfect, and she’s all mine. My shoulders shudder slightly and a few ragged breaths come out hinting at how frayed the cord of my restraint is.

“It’s like your body was made for me.” There’s the slightest tremor in my voice and my breath comes out of deep and shallow bursts with each slow thrust. A loud crack of Thunder makes her jump and as a result, she clenches me tightly enough to make me growl and shudder. “Maker, Selene!”

“Faster, Armitage. Please,”

Stars. The things I’ll do for this woman, especially when she says ‘please’ while full of my cock. I nod, unwilling to resist her plea and increase my pace, but keep my thrusts shallow. If I switch to deep and fast then it will be over for both of us before I know it. I need to draw this out just a little bit longer, I’m not ready for it to end just yet.

My thrusts slow and I kiss her before withdrawing from her enitrely. “Turn around.”

My hands on her hips guide her to face away from me. She assumes I wanted her from behind on all fours but when she leans forward I stop her. My arm locks around her waist pulling her against my chest. “Not quite.” I correct my well-intentioned wife, “Spread your legs, Selene. That’s it.” A hand slips between her legs, teasing her clit, and she writhes against my chest still a bit sensitive but eager for more, rolling her head side to side, moaning incoherent babbly resembling my name. My cock throbs, so close to her dripping core. With a shift of my hips and a quick thrust upward with a strained grunt, I’m back where I belong. At this new angle along with each sweep of my fingers and thrust of my hips Selene mewls in ecstasy.

One arm around her waist, the other buried between her legs, the angle is perfect, despite how my legs continue to burn but the way she squeezes his cock with each slow thrust more than makes up for any discomfort. I buried my face in her neck breathing in deeply of her scent as one of her hands cards through my disheveled hair, raking her nails up the back of my neck and along my scalp. The sensation causes my hips to briefly falter and a deep groan to radiate from my chest.

“Missed this! Missed how perfectly your cunt squeezes my cock.” The arm that‘s wrapped around her waist moves up her body and guides her face to mine. “Kiss me, Selene.” My voice is thick and full of desire and she complies, unable to deny me what I want.

My hand between her legs continues to tease and stroke offering occasional gentle taps to her clit that shakes her entire frame between my painfully slow thrusts, she cries into my mouth a weak protestation. I can always taste how desperate she is, can feel it in how rigid she goes as though she’s trying to focus on pleasure exclusively. So needy in my arms so eager to come for me. “Tell me how you want me.” I husk, releasing her kiss-bitten lips. Grunting after a particularly hard thrust and tight squeeze that sends shivers down my spine. “Should I put you on your back? Or do you want to look down at me while you ride my cock?” My ability to maintain coherent thought and well-composed sentences while fucking her is really quite unfair. I thrust slower and harder, “I know, so difficult to choose, isn’t it?”

“This! Like this…!!”

I bite back a moan in agreement with another particularly slow thrust.

She kisses me and pulls my hair roughly earning a groan from me that caused me to buck harder against her.

My arm wraps tightly around her, and my thrusts come faster and harder. My legs burn exquisitely from our position but I can’t be bothered to move as the torrent of euphoria bares down on us both, if this is how Selene wants me then this is how she’ll have me. My hand threads through her hair and I tug slightly, pulling her head back far enough that I can kiss her deeply. “This what you wanted, darling?”

“Yes! Maker! I love it when you’re rough with me…”

I groan again. Those words, those filthy, unladylike words, my chest heaves, my hair is now a delightful mess, and my eyes are clouded over in a hungry haze. “Keep talking like that and I won’t last much longer.”

“Keep fucking me like this and I won’t either!” Her breath hitches in her throat and her legs begin to tremble, her clit aching from all the stimulation, hungry for the next orgasm.

“One more! Once more, darling!” I say into her neck before kissing her again. She feels too good, as much as I want to fuck her for longer I’ve given her quite the workout, she’ll sleep for hours after this. The strongest storm Arkanis has to offer won’t be able to rouse her. So I let go, my hips snapping forward hard and deep and fast, just like she’s begged me for. “Going to fuck you like this all week, do you hear me?”

My breath against her neck and my hand between her legs toying, teasing, tapping pushing her further and further along until the hot waves of release lap at her body. “Armitage! Yes, yes! Please!”

“Going to cum in your pretty cunt,” She whimpers helplessly at my words, its words like these whispered harshly mid-thrust that sends her over the edge, I can hear my own voice shaking now. “Selene Hux, come for me, come for your husband!”

Something about saying that name, hers with mine, it does her in and her walls clench and flutter around my cock as if trying to pull me in farther than is possible, she screams as my own climax finally hits me like a meteor. A powerful shockwave to rival the most powerful weapon systems of the First Order pulses through my body and I can hear myself cry out: “Mine!”

My thrusts are more frantic and my fingers continued their sensual dance her hips buck furiously against my hand. She calls my name over and over a final orgasm rips through her body, giving her no quarter, nor time to recover.

Her voice cracks and breaks and her whimpering cries for me to fuck her grow to be too much for me I seize both her hips and push her forward onto the bed before driving forward, hard. Bottoming out again and again, her tight, wet heat strangling my cock from her previous orgasms sets me on a course for nirvana, and I chase it.

My vision blacks out briefly in the throes of my all-encompassing orgasm and I seize up and roar as I spill hot seed into her, feeling her wall crush me and take me eagerly. “Fuck!”

I thrash against her wildly, not caring for anything else in the galaxy, chasing that orgasm before it slips away drinking it in, its tendrils wrapping around my body touching every nerve, causing them to pulse and overreact to any stimuli to the point that my own body doesn’t know what orders to obey. I feel perfect, I feel powerful, I feel desired, I feel everything as I empty into her body with rope after rope of hot cum and she takes all of it writhing against me.

The sensation gradually fades and slows as the last of the burning embers of orgasm fade then sputter out of existence and we’re left in the aftermath of our passion. The storm is considerably quieter now having exerted its strength and only the sound of our breathing breaks the tension in the air. I collapse onto my forearms on either side of her head. Deeply exhausted but sated like no other, the room smells of sex and sweat and we’re both a mess.

We sink into the plushness of the bed, and I exert deliberate restraint, resisting the urge to press Selene into the mattress too firmly. My entire frame quivers; it's been months since our last reunion, and during that time, it's easy to underestimate the profound intensity that exists between us. The sheer pleasure of her body against mine threatens to overwhelm me, and I can't suppress the involuntary shudder as I withdraw from her warmth. Her skin, cool to the touch, invites my attention.

I sweep her hair delicately over her neck, revealing her face, and deftly shift us so that she lies on her back. Strands of her ebony hair cascade over the bed, and a delightful blush graces her cheeks, a testament to the satisfaction of her every desire and more. She resembles a contented cat, poised to drift into slumber. Naturally, she belongs nestled in my arms, and with minimal encouragement, she finds her place tucked against my side. I leisurely kiss her, savoring her lips like one relishing a cherished confection.

“Well, that’s four. I suppose we’ll have to work on your stamina throughout the week, darling.”

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Well, got THAT out of my system... I needed to take a short break from my two primary stories; Unbreakable Bonds and Shadows of Deception. Just working on the WIP grind and honestly it'd be WAY easier if these one shot idaes weren't popping up like a damn whack-a-mole! Oh well, one more down. Lets see which one pops up next! Hope you guys enjoyed this and as I mentioned it is inspired by Thunderstorms by @ladyinwriting18 and you should absolutely go check out her content she's a truly amazing writer and just released a Reylo fic that is to die for! She also has amazingly adictive TikTok content, and you can also support her on patreon! Her Obi-wan, Hux and Maul audios are... -chefs kiss- pitch perfect! Happiest of holidays to you all my Macabrlings!

#fanfiction is life #i have too many stories #original character #alternate universe #star wars #star wars au #hux x oc #mrs hux #armitage hux #general hux #hux smut #where the bad guys win #i need more smut in my life

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huxsolos · 2 years

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It’s day 1 of OC x Canon week on Twitter! Day one is Apocalypse AU

#oc #art #my art #oc x canon #Anax Syko #Star Wars #Star Wars au #Star Wars art #Star Wars oc #general Hux #armitage hux

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candy-ship · 2 years

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13) what’s in your f/o’s pockets?

(I just used hux because we are having a VERY interesting little adventure as far as the character.ai is concerned)

I think he’s a pretty straightforward guy, probably wouldn’t have anything sentimental on him. My love language is giftgiving however so I would make that man’s pockets jingle with all my little findings.

#self ship #self insert #self shipping #my art #f/o #oc x canon #armitage hux #general hux

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goosewriting · 8 months

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finals are over, you know what that means!

❇️ REQUESTS OPEN 📢🪿

» before requesting, make sure to read the rules in the pinned post as well as look over the masterlists to see what has already been written! « (for your convenience, i copied the rules down here under the cut as well!)

→ requests will remain open for: an indefinite amount of time → i only write gn!reader (seriously read the rules pls)

→ you can request for the following characters:

�� RotTMNT: Leo, Donnie, Raph, also their future versions! (please specify/pitch a timeline of your choice)

💫 Star Wars: Fives, Zeb Orrelios, Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, inquisitor!Cal

🕸 Spiderverse (ITSV, ATSV): The Spot, Hobie Brown

🕷 Marvel's Spider-man (Insomniac Games): Peter Parker, Ganke Lee

please note: some of these characters are more tentative than others. i can't guarantee that i will write every request, but i'll try my best! it really depends on if it inspires me or not, and that may take some time or not happen at all. either way, thanks for sending something in<3

→ requesting rules:

only reader inserts, no OCs or canon x canon

reader is always gender neutral

reader’s ethnicity is always unspecified (as in skin colour, cultural background, etc.)

reader with specific physical traits is okay, please specify! (e.g. height, build, hair length, etc.)

mutant/non-human readers are okay, please specify!

in general, the more specific, the better!

no smut, only platonic/romantic

no blood-related reader (where the reader is the requested character's biological sibling, parent, kid, etc). sibling-like relationship through friendship/found family is ok!

no witch/sorcerer reader or demonic themes. reader with powers (think my hero academia) is ok, please specify!

only 1-2 requests per person at a time

be nice :’)

#goose requests: open #rottmnt x reader #star wars x reader #cal kestis x reader #spiderman x reader #tmnt x reader

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enaelyork · 1 year

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[Masterlist] Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away...

18+ ✨ French speaker ✨ Imperial girl ✨ Star wars fan ✨hyperfixation ✨ Fanfiction writer ✨ I write books & teach ✨ Ask Open ✨ Safe place.

All design of this post and fic post from @saradika

✨ You can joint my taglist here ✨

💜 AO3 💜 Wattpad

Sonic Fandom

Evil grow with love (Robotnik x Reader long fic) : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 🔥17🔥 18

Happy Birthday Doctor (x reader) Part 1 - Part 2

Royal guest Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (Request)

Stockholm Syndrom Part 1

All it's fake ! Agent Stone x Reader (fake couple) but...Reader x Robonik.

Latte make with love (xReader)

⚡Stobotnik

In the lab

Marriage

If i dare

All that i miss

Panic at the Mushroom ! 🔥🔥🔥

⚡ Headcanon

What happen to agent Stone after Sonic movie ?

If Robotnik had a past

If Robotnik meet neutral tattoo reader?

Robotnik in love (x Reader)

Stone / Robotnik Professionnal relationship be like

⚡ One shot

Stobotnik Wedding

Depressed reader

If i Dare (Stobotnik Angst)

Loose your cool (x reader)

It’s just for science (xreader)

Robotnik x Adhd reader

What a f*cking latte - Robotnik x Agent Reader

You're smart ! (Chubby reader)

Star Wars Fandom

🤍Orson Krennic

Nébuleuse - Krennic x Tarkin Daughter Oc (Tarkin Legacies 3) 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10

Nébuleuse preview

Danse scene with Krennic (Nébuleuse version)

Nsfw wip (From Nébuleuse)🔥🔥🔥

Just a kiss (Nébuleuse wip)

Dating Krennic

Dating Krennic Nsfw 🔥🔥

Daddy Krennic (with Tarkin daughter reader)

Wedding proposal (with Tarkin daughter reader)

Krennic x Veers sister reader

Krenhux aesthetic

Hux/Krennic relationship headcanon

Krennic's room aesthetic

Nébuleuse sample #3

Krennic Past Life headcanon

Long time ago in Brentaal IV (Galennic)

Dating Krennic Headcanon Aesthetic

💙Grand Admiral Thrawn

BLUE - Thrawn x Tarkin Daughter OC (Tarkin Legacies 2) 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10

Thrawn x reader aesthetic for a gala

Dating Thrawn headcanon

🧡General Hux

If we had a soul (Hux x First order admiral Oc) - Only on AO3 cause long long fic

First dating with Armitage Hux Aesthetic

Hux Krennic relationship headcanon

🖤Other

If Kylo Ren had a child

Dating Tarkin headcanon

Others fandoms

Divine Essence (Gorr the godbutcher x reader)

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sunnflow3rshowers · 11 months

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Rp Search

In this year of Our Lord 2023, Omegle has fallen. (RIP) So here I am, laying all of this out, desperate to find more rp partners. I am 27, so I am only really interested in rping with people that are 21+. I am interested in both fandom and OC rps, depending on the mood and all of that. I will list the fandoms I'm looking for, as well as who I play, and general themes. I am a third person, literate roleplay, I stick to 1-2 paragraphs, but the length can always fluctuate depending on the roleplay and my roleplay partners. When it comes to RPs, I like them light and soft. I also like them dark and heavy, with lots of Whump, Angst, and Hurt/Comfort, as well as some darker themes that would require trigger warnings, all of which will be discussed privately, of course.

I prefer MxM for fandom rps, although there are some small exceptions for specific ships. I"m more open to MxF and FxF, and other pairings with more OC rps. With most Fandom Rps, I am looking for Shipping Rps, aka a Merthur rp, Kylux Rp, etc

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negative-speedforce · 4 months

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Happy Birthday, @practically-an-x-man!

Possession

1.3k-ish words of angst

starring...

Indigo/Hux, ft. my OC Nyx (referenced)

cw: Possession/mind control, injury

"Armitage?" Indigo looked behind her, her partner lagging behind, a dazed expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

He didn't reply, but simply grabbed his throat, twitching a little as if he was choking. Indigo moved to help, but before she could, he simply cleared his throat. "Don't worry. I am fine."

Indigo nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Just… dust in the air, or something."

Indigo wasn't quite convinced, but she chose to let the matter go. After all, they were still in the middle of the First Order ship their personal craft had been caught in a tractor beam by, and they didn't have much time until someone would inevitably notice that they had snuck in and turned off said tractor beam.

"Are you absolutely sure you're alright?" Indigo repeated.

"I'm fine." Armitage said, a strangely flat tone to his voice.

Since they were short on time, Indigo didn't question him further. They made their way back to the ship, but Armitage was strangely quiet for the whole way there. It was probably just nerves, though, after all, they had just narrowly avoided capture.

"Do you mind doing the hyperspace route?" Armitage asked. "I can't seem to remember it off the top of my head."

Indigo narrowed her eyes. He had done this a thousand times, how could he not remember how? Again, maybe it was just nerves messing with his ability to think. Indigo typed in the calculations, fingers moving expertly from muscle memory alone. Armitage watched her carefully, as if taking her movements to memory.

Once they jumped to hyperspace, Indigo stood up. "Mind if I take a look at you? You've been acting strange ever since we were on that ship."

"Don't worry, darling. I am fine."

His tone and cadence sounded off, and that raised enough alarm bells in Indigo's mind that she chose not to let the issue slide this time. "Please. For my sake."

Armitage frowned. "Fine. But you will not find anything of note."

Indigo shrugged. "That's fine. I just want to be sure, just in case."

Armitage stood up stiffly, walking back to the ship's living quarters as if sleepwalking. Once he sat down, Indigo grabbed a first aid kid, pulling out the small handheld scanner inside, before she put it down next to Armitage. She began scanning his neck and chest area, since that was where this issue had started, not noticing Armitage reaching for something on the table below her.

He grabbed a scalpel from the first aid kit and before Indigo could react, he jammed it into her thigh. "Jedi scum."

"Armitage?" Clutching the wound on her leg, she shakily rose to her feet, backing away from the man she loved.

"You've just made a fatal mistake." Armitage replied, his eyes suddenly changing to an eerie, vivid glowing blue. "General Hux isn't in control right now."

"Armitage, come on. You have to wake up."

He (or whatever was in control of him at that moment) shook his head, a single lock of black hair creeping into his natural red. "I'm afraid your little... paramour isn't able to do that right now. I am inescapable, as I have been for thousands of years." He reached down, grabbing the scalpel from Indigo's thigh, and ripped it out.

Indigo cried out in pain, her pacemaker struggling with the panic building in her chest. Using the sudden wave of adrenaline to give her strength she didn't have, Inigo bolted.

There were myths within the Order, of an entity that was able to puppet people's bodies against their wills, but it was believed to be a myth, spawned by young people with overactive imaginations seeing their superiors go through reconditioning.

But this? This was no myth.

The being controlling Armitage's body followed her, pursuing her down the ship's corridors. Indigo's chest screamed in pain as her heart rate spiked, the corners of her vision going fuzzy. She didn't know how much more of this she could handle, and she was about to find out.

Indigo cursed under her breath, examining her surroundings. In her panicked state, she ran straight into a dead end. She was cornered. Armitage approached, still carrying the scalpel.

What I'd do to have a lightsaber on hand right now. Indigo thought to herself, slowly backing away until she hit a stack of crates. There was nothing useful inside, just food that they were going to bring to a planet struggling from famine, before this mission had been turned on its head.

Indigo reached into one of the crates, pulling out a bunch of root vegetables. Hoping against hope, she threw the tubers at Armitage's head, though he didn't react at all when it bounced off his skull, leaving behind a small bruise.

"And now?" The muscles of Armitage's face contorted into a sadistic grin. "You die."

"Armitage, please!" Indie begged, blocking her face and chest with her arms.

"Indie?" Armitage's eyes returned to their natural color for a mere second, giving Indigo time to react. Leaning back onto the crates, she propped herself up with her hands, allowing her to shove Armitage back with a well-timed kick to the chest from both feet.

In his moment of disorientation, Indigo pressed her hands to Armitage's chest, and reached out with the Force. She could feel the entity's presence. It was pure darkness, a person's torment and suffering given form and forced to walk the galaxy for millennia.

But she could also feel Armitage's light, his love and hope pleading to be given release.

Indigo reached for that light, forcing it up and over the entity's darkness. With nowhere left to go, the darkness began retreating, taking the form of black smoke that poured from Armitage's nose and mouth.

Indigo took a step back, allowing Armitage to finish expelling the entity. His body collapsed to the ground, and the smoke above him briefly took a humanoid form, before dissipating. Indigo could no longer sense its presence anywhere on the ship.

Finally, the adrenaline wore off, and Indigo felt herself fall to her knees. They were definitely going to be bruised after this. Bracing herself with her arms in a half-laying, half-seated position, Indigo scooted to Armitage's side.

"Ow." Hux coughed, a single final wisp of smoke escaping from his lips.

"Armitage?"

"It's me."

Indigo wasn't quite convinced. "Where am I from?"

"Corellia." Armitage replied. "Unfortunately."

Indigo nodded, sitting up. A sharp pain in her chest reminded her of what she had just been through. "Good."

Armitage sat up, rubbing his forehead. "Ouch."

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Barely. It's like a dream." Armitage shook his head. To Indigo's relief, his voice had returned to normal, though the black lock in his hair remained. "One moment, we were escaping, and the next? We're here."

"We're going to have one hell of a debriefing when we get back." Indigo laughed, trying to bring some kind of light to the situation.

"That's right." Armitage looked down at Indigo's leg. "You're bleeding."

"I am. And you have a black eye that would make any brawler jealous."

"Did you throw... tubers at me?"

"I was panicking." Indigo explained. "It was the only thing I could think of."

Armitage shakily stood to his feet, offering Indigo his arm. "Come on. Let's go patch ourselves up."

Indigo grabbed the blood-covered scalpel from the ground. "Good idea."

They returned to the table with the already-open first aid kit, and they began to patch each other up. Armitage pulled up Indigo's pant leg, cleaning the deep gash that the entity had given her, before he wrapped it in a bandage. Indigo taped together the small, lazily bleeding split in Armitage's eyebrow from where one of the tubers had hit him especially hard, wiping away the stray blood from his face.

"I am so sorry I hurt you, love."

Indigo shook her head. "It's not your fault. You know that, right."

Armitage hesitated, before nodding. "Yes."

"Good. Now, let's go home. I think both of us are due for a very long nap."

#revan writes #other people's ocs #pax ocs

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frog-cultist · 10 months

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Screw it kylux lovechild

Couldn’t help myself, I’ll make some stuff with his dads later when I get the motivation

#kylux #fan art #Star Wars #Star Wars oc #original character #lovechild #kylo x hux #Kylo Ren x general hux #Kylo Ren #general hux #armitage hux #my art

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anatee · 10 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

@thegreatwicked thank you so much for the tag! ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Seven, I have all of them here as well.

2. What's your total A03 word count? 114,650

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Wars & Harry Potter (across all media). I guess Moon Knight counts, too, but I only have one so far. Honestly, I prefer writing for Star Wars (or anything else) here (smut), since all my Wattpad is Harry Potter-themed.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

You can read all of these from my masterlist here!

These are all smuts.

Fantasy | Kylo Ren

Bloody Skywalker | Anakin Skywalker

A sweet way to go | Anakin Skywalker

Insufferable | Armitage Hux

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, but only when I have anything to add. But I absolutely love reading comments.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I hate angst, I don't like reading nor writing it, but ig Bloody Skywalker has kind of an angsty ending for some because - spoiler - Anakin still turns to the dark side. To me, it's a win, but I saw some people being sad about it 😅 I have a Harry Potter fic about an OC x Death Eater that ends pretty angsty though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all of my fics have happy endings, like I said, I hate angst. But let's say my Cedric Diggory fanfic in which he does not die and then has 5 children, a cottage and a wife with a tea shop.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really, but now that I had my first book published - which started as a fic originally - I'm sure I will 🥴

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, that's why I'm here on Tumblr. I'm a good girl on Wattpad and a smut freak here. All kinds of smut. I kinda want to try writing a threesome since I never wrote it before and that will take some courage 😆

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? No, I'm not a big fan of them, but a Moon Knight crossover in which Marc's next personality is Poe Dameron sounds very tempting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep, multiple times on Wattpad.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? By myself, yeah 😆

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and that would be a nightmare for me. I don't agree with myself, let alone someone else...

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? I usually hate canon x canon ships, because I always hate one of the characters, that's why I write x OC/x readers only.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh, for the love of Khonshu, the list is longer than the Nile.

16. What are your writing strengths? Based on thr compliments I usually get, I'd say it's describing emotions (which I hate doing) and sticking to the canon in fics (and not making OOCs).

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I forget about things I know I should apply - like show, don't tell rule - and I hate proofreading.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Depends. Sometimes it works if the reader isn't supposed to understand either, but you gotta make sure it's correct and not too much.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Monster High, when I was like what, 11, 12?

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Insufferable for Hux aaaand Pact With The Devil for Tom Riddle.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fic #tag #ff #questions #star wars fanfiction #smut #harry potter fanfiction #star wars #fic writing

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practically-an-x-man · 4 months

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The Working of My Hands (Indigo x Hux)

Summary: When a storm rolls in and a drought is on the horizon, it takes a bit of hard labor to get things prepared

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, mild physical and emotional hurt/comfort, completely self-indulgent (I may have watched the De Selby pt. 2 music video a few too many times...)

Crossposted on AO3

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“Hm.”

“What is it?” Indie asked, twisting around from her spot on the sofa. Armitage was peering at his holopad, frowning at what he saw on the screen.

“Local notice.” he answered, waving a hand at the device, “Just went out. They’re expecting a drought after the storm tonight. They’ve got some recommendations.”

“What does it say?”

“‘Locals are advised to take shorter showers and keep water usage to a minimum’,” he read, “‘Any land-owning residents are also encouraged to dig holes at regular intervals to collect rainfall and reduce the risk of desertification’. And then there’s a diagram.”

He turned the screen in her direction, offering her a glimpse at the notice, then shut down his holopad and set it down on the table beside him. He spared a brief glance out the window, taking in the storm clouds brewing on the horizon, then tugged at his sleeves and took a few brisk strides towards the back bedroom.

“We have a shovel in the garage, don’t we?” he asked, “Would you find it for me while I get changed?”

“Right now?”

“Figure it’s better to get started before the rain comes in.” Armitage said, though she knew he’d done his share of working through the rain all the same. He always got the same look on his face, whenever the clouds broke or thunder echoed across the fields, a strange blend of nostalgia and something far more painful. And he always strayed a little closer to her on those days, always seemed a little more candid about his affections, like the rain reminded him of everything he’d left in his wake. She was never sure if he was imagining Arkanis or Ajan Kloss. Perhaps it was a hybrid of both.

“I think we’ve got one,” Indie agreed, gently shooing Zero off her lap and popping up to her feet, “And maybe the neighbors have a second one I could borrow. I’ll give you a hand.”

“Pacemaker.” he reminded her, an infuriatingly good point, “And it’s humid out. I’ll take care of it.”

“C’mon, I want to help. I’ll take it easy. It’ll get done faster with both of us.”

“Indie.” he said, and set his hand on her shoulder as she brushed past him, “My love. Let me handle this one. You do enough housework as it is. I can handle a shovel.”

She caved. Of course she did. He’d always been so damn good at that, and it had only grown easier since he had her heart to use as leverage. So Indigo nodded, and placed her hand over his to give it a brief squeeze.

“Alright. I’ll go find it for you.”

Gratefulness crested across his face - she wondered, again, how she’d once found him so hard to read - and Armitage ran his fingers over her hair, her face, her throat, before drawing away. It made sparks dance through her, bright and hot and pleasant. She’d never get tired of that. It still astounded her, sometimes, that he’d chosen to spend his life with her, and without so much as a word of complaint towards all her needs and eccentricities.

Indie ducked into the garage and skirted past the souped-up speeder she’d been working on. Another out-of-towner with a big custom rig: flashy, sloppily-built, and completely impractical, but it brought in good money. She’d take what she got.

The shovel was easy enough to find, propped up against the far corner amid a cluster of other tools. When she slipped back into the house, Armitage was there waiting for her. He’d changed into looser clothes, ones that would be easier to move in and that he wouldn’t mind getting dirty, and was busy rolling the sleeves back to the elbows when she stepped inside.

“Thank you, Indie,” he said, taking the shovel from her and briefly leaning over to kiss her temple. It was the storm on the horizon, she thought, the rain bringing out his affections like it so often did. She wouldn’t complain, of course, not ever, but it was interesting enough to have noticed the pattern.

He spared one more glance at his holopad, memorizing the diagram on the screen, then nodded and stepped out the door.

She watched him for a while, seated on the couch with Zero curled up on her lap. It was almost entrancing to watch him work, turning shovelful after shovelful of the fine, dry earth. There was a certain grace to his movements, the same grace as when he piloted a ship or fired a blaster. He’d done his share of manual work in his life, she knew that much, been trained in tools and machines for years before he entered the Order proper. And perhaps even more than most - he’d told her before of his father’s disdain of his slender frame, the way he’d wanted a strong military man to carry on his name. She could imagine Armitage as a young man in the academy, always the one sent to chop firewood or dig the latrines in an effort to put a little more muscle on his frame.

She figured this sort of work was a lot easier to palate than what he was used to. She wondered if he thought of it the same way she did, an effort to keep the earth alive so new greenery could grow, or if he only saw it as work. She hoped, now two years spent living here planetside, having escaped the militaristic nature of their prior lives, that it was the former.

But whatever his thoughts, his rhythm didn’t slow. The dirt became pockmarked with shallow holes, one after another in evenly-spaced intervals, and his hands and forearms became streaked with dirt. A few times she saw him pause, to catch his breath or push the hair out of his face, sometimes to turn his face up towards the sky as if savoring the breeze. These little breaks only lasted a moment or two, and then he’d roll his shoulders and tighten his grip on the shovel, right back to work with the same rigid discipline she knew so well.

After a while, these little breaks got more frequent, and she could see his form beginning to falter. He was tiring, and very clearly pushing himself past it. Old habits.

Indigo sighed to herself - funny how both of them could have the same bad habit, pushing themselves past what they could rightfully take - and stood up from her seat. She stopped in the kitchen, long enough to grab a tall drinking glass and fill it with cool water, then made her way towards the door. She had to nudge Millicent out of the way before she could bolt for it, and managed a tricky sort of spin to get the door closed before the cat could get out.

Humidity hit her like a slap to the face. The air was thick with it, thick and hot, and she expected the storm to break any moment. Only a few minutes outdoors, and she’d already welcome the rain as an old friend. She imagined that even with so many tumultuous memories souring his mind to it, after this much work, Armitage would be quick to do the same.

He was still absorbed in his work, thin cords of muscle flexing in his forearms as he turned another shovelful of soil. With him standing in the hole, almost a foot below her, Indie had the rare perspective of being taller than him. His face was shining with sweat, his breathing labored, and yet he still moved with an almost mechanical diligence.

Although his job itself was somewhat sedentary, managing import and export records for this particular hemisphere of the planet, it wasn't as if it was rare to see him performing manual labor. The two of them owned a bit of land to tend, after all, and there were always duties around the house to manage at that. Indie did much of the mechanical work, of course, fixed what needed fixing, but Armitage certainly pulled his weight and more. He was no stranger to hard work.

But this… this was something else. It was almost carnal, she thought, seeing him move the earth in strong and confident motions. As much as she loved the sight of him clean and put-together as he normally was, the sight of him hard at work, covered in dirt with his hair fallen in rough red waves around his face, sent a different sort of thrill through her.

He’d taken on this role in an effort to keep her from straining her heart. The sight of him here, now, easily negated all that effort. If anything, she found herself a little dizzy.

“How’s it going?” Indigo asked, succeeding in drawing his eyes up to her. At first Hux just shrugged and leaned against the shaft of the shovel, panting faintly from the exertion. He swiped one hand across his forehead but only succeeded in smudging dirt across his face.

“Getting there.” he finally replied, gesturing at the rows of shallow, even holes now scattered across their back lot. Armitage brushed at the hair hanging loose into his face, trying to coax it away from his eyes, and let out another sharp breath. “This humidity is killing me, though.”

“Here.” she said, and held out the glass to him, “Water.”

He took it and shot her a grateful look, then drained the glass in just a few swallows. Even just that much seemed to refresh him a bit, though he was still breathing hard from all the work.

“Wanna come back inside?” Indie asked, “Take a break for a few minutes?”

Armitage tilted his head, taking in the storm clouds gathering overhead with a scrutinizing expression on his face. Then he dropped his eyes and gave her a low shrug.

“Storm’ll break any moment now. I’d like to get a little more done before it does.”

“Alright,” she agreed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to convince him otherwise. He was the type to fulfill a job to completion, and she knew it would bother him if he didn’t. That level of discipline had been wired into him, and she didn’t imagine it would ever leave. By now, she figured she knew him almost as well as she knew herself. Her heart was linked with his own, now and forever.

So Indie just reached out and took the empty glass from him, and leaned over enough to kiss his cheek. Her feet slid on loose soil and she nearly fell right into the hole, but one of his hands caught her waist and held her in place - like it was simple, unconscious, easy despite how tired he had to be. It sent the same little thrill through her, so much that she nearly shivered despite the sweltering temperature around her.

Her heart was never going to recover from this.

She didn’t mind a bit.

“Don’t stay out too long, okay?”

“I’ll be in as soon as the rain hits.” he promised, his hand remaining steady on her waist until he was sure she’d recovered her footing.

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Armitage just nodded (weary but not dismissive, merely a reflection of his growing exhaustion) and readjusted his grip on his shovel. Indie found herself lingering a moment longer, drinking in the sight of him, then finally managed to pull herself away and slip back into the house.

She watched him for a while longer, a shorter while, then eventually decided that was a little odd and picked herself up from the couch. She fed the animals and pored over the contents of the kitchen - then proceeded to take a mental step back, and thought of how lucky she was to be in a place where Zero could have two good meals every day and the fridge held real vegetables instead of only dehydrated space-grade food. She’d never really had this kind of security before. Even two years in, it still came as a bit of a shock.

Thunder rolled in just as she’d made a decision on what to cook, and Indie heard rain battering the metal roof of the house only a few moments later. This was going to be a big one, she could tell. It made her think of Ajan Kloss.

The back door slid open after only a moment or two of rain, and she watched Armitage attempt to shoo Millicent away from the door so he could step inside. It seemed he’d mostly outrun the rain - the dirt streaked across his face and arms had not yet become mud, at least - though he left his shoes at the door to avoid soiling the floor as he walked through the house.

“Finished.” he said, though he seemed more preoccupied with keeping the cat from brushing up against his trousers and getting dirt smudged across her fur. Finally Millicent lost interest and padded away, and Hux straightened up. “I’m going to go wash up.”

He crossed the room in just a few long strides, frowning at the dirt caked under his fingernails, but Indigo held up a hand just before he passed her.

“Wait.”

He paused mid-stride and turned to face her, as Indie refilled the same tall glass of water and held it out to him. Like before, he took it without any hesitation or argument, and downed the liquid like a man lost in the desert.

“Thanks, love.” he murmured, setting the glass down on the counter beside him. Almost before Indie could react, his fingers caught the back of her neck and pulled her in against him. In just one brisk, confident motion, he pressed his lips firmly to her forehead, and then he let her go and strode down the hall before she’d even fully processed what he’d done.

Then it hit her like a bolt of lightning, prickling along every nerve. Her heart thundered in her chest so fervently that she had to sit down for a moment. The sight of it, the sight of him all rugged and covered in dirt, and the feel of that confident hand against the back of her neck, was carved into her memory.

Armitage emerged a brief while later, looking much more refreshed and put-together now that he’d had a chance to properly cool down. Indigo watched him finish with the buttons on his shirt as he made his way down the hall. His hair was damp, and his skin was clean of dirt - though his face and forearms were crimson with a rather uncomfortable-looking sunburn.

“Oh, you’re all red.” Indie mumbled, more to herself than anything, and crouched to pull open the cabinet under the sink. That was where they kept the first aid kit: equidistant from the house proper and her garage, positioned for both mundane needs and any work injuries she might stumble into. It took her a minute of rifling through it before she found what she was looking for.

“Leave it to me to burn on a cloudy day,” he muttered, half a joke and half a sigh, “Do we have aloe? Or bacta?”

“Right here,” she said, finding it almost at the same moment he mentioned it. Hux held out his hand for the little tube of gel, but Indigo just gestured at the couch across the room. “Sit down.”

Confusion flickered across his face, but he crossed the room without hesitation and took a seat on the end of the sofa. Indie joined him after only a moment, aloe in hand.

She stood in front of him, not even a full arm’s-length away, and poured a bit of the gel out into her fingers. Armitage was still, expectant, though his pale eyes tracked every motion she made.

Indie shot him a faint smile, then reached out and gently took hold of his forearm, working the aloe into his skin. She took her time with it, perhaps a little longer than was really necessary, but she didn’t want this to feel rushed- least of all like a chore, when it was just the opposite. When she reached his wrist, though, Armitage flipped his palm and closed his fingers loosely around her hand.

“You don’t have to-”

“I know,” she said, “I want to.”

He still looked a little fidgety at first - not uncomfortable, just that he wasn’t used to having someone else take care of these little tasks for him - and his fingers twitched as he released his grip on her hand. That, too, was a frequent thing for both of them. Having sparked their relationship in the midst of war, the gentler life was still foreign in many ways. One of those, and one of the most difficult to soak in, was learning to accept this sort of attention for things beyond simple necessity. Perhaps it came from how much of their lives they’d each spent alone, only able to rely on themselves.

He’d taken on the yard work because he knew her heart wouldn’t manage it. That much was easy; easy for him to suggest, and easy for her to accept, because it was tethered to something as tangible as her health. But this, caring for him in this way that she knew he could easily do himself, just for the fact that she wanted to… that was new. That was trickier.

“Hey,” Indie murmured, and set her hand gently on his sunburned face, “Relax.”

Armitage nodded against her palm, and she could see the tension trickle out of his body with what looked like a palpable effort. It made her heart hurt a little, just knowing how difficult it was for him to be vulnerable even here. But all the same, it warmed her heart that he was willing to try.

She let her hand fall away from his face, and instead busied herself with applying the aloe to his other forearm and wrist. After a minute of this, Zero hopped up onto the couch to investigate, his nose twitching as he attempted to weasel his way under Hux’s arm. Armitage lifted his hand out of the way, letting out a breathy halfway-laugh at the animal.

“Move, buddy,” Indigo told her pet, promptly rerouting him with the hand not slathered in aloe. Zero let out a low chirp, almost indignant, but hopped off the couch and immediately prowled over to steal Millicent’s spot by the window.

“He was fine.”

“Medicinal aloe is toxic if it’s ingested. I didn’t want him getting it on his feathers and then grooming himself.”

“Hm.”

Thunder crackled above the house, sharp and sudden. Indigo jumped, startled by the noise. Hux did not. He’d lived in storms all his life, after all.

“Seems like the wells are helping, though,” Indie said once the thunder died down, stretching to peer out the window, “They’re catching the rainwater.”

“Be surprised if they didn’t.” Armitage mumbled, hardly loud enough to be heard. Indie just scoffed and shoved lightly at his shoulder.

“You know what I mean.”

She poured out a little more of the aloe gel into her palm, eyeing the drawn and distant look on her partner’s face. He was still looking out the window, watching the rain come down in sheets. Oh yes, this would be quite the storm, a supercell like the ones of his youth.

Armitage shut his eyes as her fingers reached his face, and she felt the last of his tension finally ebb away under her touch. Her fingertips skated over his forehead, his cheekbones, the harsh splash of crimson across the bridge of his nose- and then, on a whim, she ducked down and kissed him.

That earned her a smile, bright and real and surprised, and his hands caught her hips to pull her a step closer. Indie staggered and nearly fell straight into his lap, brought so close she could feel the heat from his skin. A harsh but steady rain drummed on the roof over their heads.

A flash of sudden lightning lit up the whole house, accompanied by the deafening and near-instantaneous boom of thunder. Across the room, Millicent yowled and sprinted underneath the cupboard in the hallway. Indigo flinched again despite herself. These storms weren’t often as bad for her as they were for him, with his history, but witnessing lightning so close had grown to make her shudder. All she could see was Exegol.

Clearly Armitage had the same thought. He didn’t flinch, but his hands moved from her waist to her wrists, thumbs tracing the paths of those branching scars down her skin. The touch was comforting on a level she couldn’t quite describe - a reminder of what those scars had been worth, in the end. That made things a little better, though she still couldn’t bear to look out the window as the skies flashed bright again.

His fingers slid down to her hands and squeezed them tight. When she managed to meet his eyes, she found a striking degree of seriousness in them.

“Indie, I-” he began, refusing to break her gaze for even a moment, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

The rain brought out his affections. It always did. And in a storm like this, how could there be anything else? Lightning was the flash of a blaster, thunder was the snap of a belt. His arduous past rolled in with the storm clouds.

And though the rain was cold, he refused to let it chill him. Not anymore.

#the ending felt kinda rushed to me but whatever. i'm done fighting with it #my writing #my ocs #oc indigo #bolts and blasters fic #oneshot #ficlet #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #oc x canon #armitage hux

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