#armitage hux reader insert

[angelofthenight]

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

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

[helpinghanikan]

Star wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 2: Demdning (Hux)

Kinktober Masterlist

He doesn’t outright say it, but you can tell when Hux has a need.

His attitude, as bad as it usually was, would be worse. The day was spent with an almost cloud over his head. The way he walked around the ship screamed that he was looking for a fight. Those who could avoid him did, and those who couldn’t just do their best to stay quiet.

Eventually, he, and everyone around him, couldn’t stand it. That cloud of attitude followed him as he ventured to your department. A place he never really needed to be, save for an important reason.

“With me.” Your ginger superior orders as he passes by.

You are clearly in the middle of something. Surrounded by four lieutenants who just watched your briefing be interrupted. This was both a sign of urgency and a power play on Hux’s part. A play that you’ve learned to go along with, less you don’t get a treat at the end of the game.

“I want reports sent by the end of the hour.” You stated to your team before following.

He walks a few feet ahead. Not bothering to look behind him when you were always so obediently following without needing to be checked.

It’s your office that he heads into. Waiting for the door to close before he was on you.

“No time,” He says, holding your face as though you would escape otherwise. “Take off your pants, your panties. I want them all off, now.”

He’s always been someone who treats sex like a battle or a war. Planning out the act beforehand, waiting for the right moment, and then striking with a ferocity that leaves your head spinning. This time around his kiss came with a bite that you couldn’t help but respond to.

You do as he says, what else could be expected from a loyal subordinate? Doing all the work to get your pants down, panties following quickly after.

Hux wasn’t the strongest man in the First Order, but he was in the running to be the most persuasive. Not just in his words but in his actions and movement. Like holding the back of your hair and adding just enough pressure to guide your movements back and around. Pushing face down onto the desk.

For a second you are left alone over the desk. Hux groans as he opens his own pants and guides himself against you. No time for anything too sweet, like being close, only thrusting himself forward without any warning. Had it not been for your own excitement it might have been painful.

The act of sex with Hux is a selfish one. When one needs something then the other better be prepared for it. This was the agreement you had at the beginning of the relationship. You’ve made use of it more than a few times, so it’s only fair that you do the same for him. Even if that means sticking your ass in your air for him to pound into.

[itscatchyouintherye]

Only if For A Night [KyloRenxReader]

Everything about him seems expensive. What really intrigues you, though, is the look in his eyes when he sees you. An AU in which you meet Sugar Daddy-esque Kylo Ren at the opera.

Climbing the marble steps of the opera house, you’re glad you brought a coat with you. The air is mild now, but you can feel that it will be chilling when the play is over. Your coat in one hand, your bag in the other, you enter the brightly lid building. Everything is white, except for the red carpets and the golden chandeliers.  A friend of yours works here, and whenever a new play or opera comes on, they can get you a free ticket. You quite like it, because for a night you get to pretend you belong to all the rich and beautiful people that are currently gathering in the entrance hall. 

The clicking of your heels is muffled by the thick carpets as you make your way to the box office. To not look out of place, you put on a pretty dress and some pumps. The most important thing though, you learned from your past visits, is the make-up. The right color of lipstick, combined with light eyeshadow and an expensive perfume apparently is the entry ticket to the high society sipping on champagne around you.  “Hi!” The cashier enthusiastically greets you by your name. They know by now who you are and immediately hand you your ticket. “How is everything?” They ask you and you make small talk for a minute, leaning against the counter. 

While you say goodbye, you see someone observing you out of the corner of your eye. When you turn to walk to the bar, you see him.  Tall, broad shoulders, sharp features framed by thick, raven hair, and a black suit that fits him immaculately. His enormous hand makes the glass in his hand look ridiculously small. A silver and black watch on his wrist sparkles in the bright light of the lobby. His dark eyes pierce into you as you slowly walk towards the bar.  Just when you’re about to turn your head away, he drags his eyes over your body one last time before looking back at the group of people surrounding him, saying something to the ginger man besides him that you cannot hear. Fuck, he’s handsome. You never seen him here before.  His eyes had something so intriguing about them. They made you forget, for a moment, that anything but him even exists. He looked at you like he was ready to pounce you. But maybe you just wished he looked at you like that. After all, you’re the one that got wet instantly. 

Throat dry, you order a drink and patiently wait for the barkeeper to mix it. You don’t dare to turn around and look in his direction again. However, you would swear you can feel his eyes on your neck right now. To distract yourself from the wild rhythm of your heartbeat, you start to read the labels of the different kinds of alcohol.  As the barkeeper puts the drink in front of you, you open the zipper of your purse to get out your money. When you look up, though, there is a black credit card being held out to the barkeeper. You freeze, staring at the large hand holding it. You know who it belongs to. You can feel the warmth of his body next to you. “Make it two.” The dark voice orders. The barkeeper just nods and grabs the card. Clutching your purse hard, so that your hands don’t shake, you hesitantly turn your head to look at him. He towers over you, a smile on his lips.  “Thank you.” You hear yourself say, barely conscious.  “My pleasure.”  Fuck. His voice turns you on.  Desperate to make conversation, you ask: “Do you come here often?”  His eyes dart to your lips, your cleavage, and back to your eyes. “No.” After a pause, he tells you: “Kylo Ren.”  The way he says his own name makes you smile. He doesn’t say it like a name. He says it like a statement. Like it is an explanation for everything. You hold out your hand: “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ren.”  He shakes your hand gently and says your name. “Right?” “Ehm- yes. How do you know?” His grasp feels really good. It’s embarrassing how bad you want him to touch you.  “You’re on the guestlist.” He states, slowly letting go of your hand, his fingers grazing your palm. You still don’t understand how he knows your name... Oh. He heard you talking with the cashier. That means he saw you before you even noticed him. Damn.

The second drink is placed on the counter next to you. Ren grabs both of them and hands one to you. It’s surprising that you’re able to take it without spilling the liquor everywhere. You immediately lift it to your lips and drink a questionable amount.  Ren observes you amused. Shit.  You clear your throat: “Sorry.” You clink glasses with him.  He gives you a nod and drinks as well, not taking his eyes of you.  “You like it?”  “It’s alright.”  “Pff.” You empty your glass. “It’s the best.”  That actually makes him chuckle.  “Allow me to show you the best?”  Your raise your eyebrows. He apparently takes that as a yes and orders something that sounds strong. By now, the entrance hall starts to empty as everyone slowly gets to their seats. He doesn’t seem to care, casually leaning against the bar. You see the people he talked to earlier lingering behind him. It’s all men, all in suits, looking like they came here after a meeting that involved lots of money. “Your group is waiting.” You say, pointing in their direction. Ren turns to look at them. Then he nods towards the stairs leading up to the balconies. No questions asked, they leave. “Your colleagues?”   “Subordinates.”  “Of course.” You grin.

The second round of drinks arrive. It’s served in tumblers and on ice. This time you’re patient enough to wait for Ren to lift his glass and clink it. You take a sip. At first you scrunch your nose at the bitter taste but then the golden liquid spreads over your tongue and fruity notes come through.  “Better than I expected.” You state. He shakes his head dismissively, before telling you: “We should get inside.”  “Oh. Right.” You grab your coat. You really wish you could stay a little longer. “Thank you for the drinks.” Checking your ticket, you make sure which door you need to enter. When you look back up, you see Ren still standing in front of you.  “Maybe we could-“ You start but fall silent when he offers you his arm. 

He is so calm and naturally about everything he does that you automatically link your arm with his and let him guide you up the stairs. He’s powerful and he fucking knows. Your hand on his upper arm, you feel his hard muscles.  “Do you know the opera?” He asks nonchalantly like you didn’t only meet fifteen minutes ago. “Yes.” You nod, eyes on the stairs, scared you’ll stumble. “I saw another staging last year.”  “So, you come here often?”  “Pretty much, yeah. I think I saw every production of the last few years.”  “Smart girl.”  You almost choke.  “I never sat up here though.” You don’t acknowledge his comment further. The noise you made was already too much. Ren just lets out a hum and leads you down the hallway, all the way to the balcony right at the front of the theater.  Oh, God. His colleagues subordinates. This will be so awkward. They know that you two just met. That he made you fall for him within minutes, seconds, really. “Good evening, Mr. Ren.” A worker in uniform greets him and pushes the thick curtain to the balcony aside.  You let out a relived sigh when you see that no one else is in the seats.  “Where are the others?” You whisper. “To the left.” He quietly replies.  That means he either always has a booth for himself or they knew what’s up and left it empty for him. Even though the second option is mildly embarrassing as well, you gladly take it over awkwardly sitting between them.

There are several large seats – armchairs might be more appropriate to call them.  You let go of Ren’s arm to walk up to the railing and have a look across the theatre. The view is magnificent. The lights are already dimmed, and a voice tells you that the play will start in five minutes.  On your left, where the others are supposed to sit, you are happy to see that there is a wall separating you and only if you would lean over the railing, you could see them. Or they you. When you turn back around, you find Ren already sitting in one of the chairs, vigilantly watching you. The chair that just looked enormous now looks normal sized that he’s sitting in it. You choose the chair next to him and sit down, putting your coat and bag on the floor.  You’re a little buzzed by the drinks but by no means drunk. Nevertheless, when the waiter asks if you want anything else to drink, you say: “Can I get some water?” Ren orders a bottle of champaign. Dear God.

Then you just quietly sit there and observe the empty stage.  “You said you know the play?” His rough voice is like an aphrodisiac. Having to blink several times before you’re present enough to answer, you nod: “Yeah.” “Can you summarize the story for me? I didn’t have the time to read it.”  Your head snaps around. Ren is leaning over, body turned towards you. His eyes sparkle even though its almost dark. His perfume wavers over to you.  Somehow, you manage to speak and explain to him what’s about to happen. He’s soaking up every word you say, his eyes constantly darting between your eyes and your lips. Your hands get sweaty, and you try to inconspicuously wipe them off on your dress. 

Just before the lights turn off, two waiters come in. They brought a table they put down next to Ren and hand him the bottle to look at the label. He nods and they fill up two glasses. In the meantime, Ren hands you a bottle of water. Thankful, you take a big sip. You’re glad there will be an intermission because there is no way you won’t have to pee halfway through.  The water cools you down. Clears your head. It makes you realize in what insane situation you’re in right now. You really got this extremely hot business guy splurge for you.  You’re not mad if he does it because he wants to fuck you. On the contrary, you hope he does. 

The tension is thick and you’re relieved when the lights go finally out, and the show starts. Of course, you still feel Ren right next to you, however, now that he can barely see you, you’re way more relaxed. You don’t feel like you have to monitor every single of your (and his) movements anymore.  The orchestra stars playing and fills the theatre with loud music. You tap your fingers on the armrest of the chair, mirroring the rhythm. The singers come on next and start the first number. Your eyes widen. The sound is way clearer up here.  For a few minutes, you forget who’s sitting next to you. Or that someone even is sitting next to you. 

When the number ends and the lights go down for a moment, Ren puts his hand on yours. You flinch in surprise but don’t take your hand away. Instead, you squeeze his fingers. However, you still don’t dare to look at him. You’re way too tense again. Your breathing hitches and your pulse is hammering away. As if he could feel your nervousness, Ren runs his thumb over the back of your hand. His large hand covers yours entirely and warms it up.  For the next number, you keep your eyes on the stage; but your fingers intertwine slowly. Your brain cannot decide on what it should focus – the music or the hand. It switches back and forth, making your head spin.  Eventually, you cannot bear it anymore and go to take your hand away. But Ren stops you. Automatically, your head snaps around. His eyes are dark, pulling you in.  He tugs on your arm and tilts his head, signaling you to sit with him. You hesitate. The chair is definitely wide enough for both of you, but that’s not the issue here. It’s how hard you clench around nothing just because he’s looking at you and indicating that he wants you to be closer. You take a few deep breaths to built up the courage to get up. 

Ren smiles when you stand up and come over. He scoots to the side so you can sit down next to him. Then he lets go of your hand to put his arm around you instead. It’s heavy on your shoulders. It’s calming. Nevertheless, you straighten your back. You cannot get yourself to relax enough to actually lean into him. He quietly says: “If you’re uncomfortable, tell me.”  The kindness in his voice offers you enough assurance to look at him and shake your head. “I’m just nervous.” You admit before you can stop yourself. Ren smiles and squeezes your shoulder: “Why?” You chuckle: “Are you serious?”  “Always.”  His deadpan answer is amusing as it is nerve wracking. 

“You’re really hot.” You whisper, eyes darting over his gorgeous face. His big nose looks like it would be a pleasure to have between your legs when… “You think so?” He raises an eyebrow, hand gently rubbing your shoulder. Shyly, you nod: “Yeah…” “Hot enough that I may kiss you?”  “God, yes.”  He buries his hand in your hair and pulls you into him as soon as the last syllable left your mouth. Now, your mouth is being smothered by his. The tugging on your hair makes you groan quietly and tilt your head back. Ren uses it to pry your lips open further and push his tongue into your mouth. He’s kisses you slowly, but not gently.  His hand, that’s not in your hair, cradles your face, wandering down the side of your neck and then back up to grab your chin. You sigh into his mouth when he pulls you even closer, making you lean into him fully. Pressed against his chest, you snake your arm around him to put your hand on the back of his neck and play with strands of his soft hair.  It elicits a soft sigh from Ren. A noise you didn’t expect to hear.

As if to thank you for the gesture, he nibbles on your bottom lip before kissing down the side of your neck. You get goosebump and claw into his thigh with the hand you rested on it.  Having to breathe and also to sort your mind, you lean back. He caresses your cheek before letting go of you and getting the glasses of champaign. His eyes are dark while he watches you take a sip. “That’s really good.” You mumble.  “Tastes almost as good as you.” He nonchalantly comments. You cough in surprise.  “At least what I tasted so far.” Ren goes on like he purposefully tries to make you faint. “But something tells me there are other sweet spots to kiss.”  “Fuck!” You whisper shout.  He smirks and puts his hand on your thigh. You tense for a second but then lean into his touch as you remember that no one can see you and that the show that’s still going on and you’re absolutely paying no attention to anymore whatsoever, drowns out any noises you make. While he pushes his hand up your leg und under your dress he says with a serious tone: “Tell me when you want me to stop.”  “I will.” You nod, eyes half closed.  “Good girl.” He murmurs pressing a kiss to the side of your neck just below your ear.  It causes your head to fall back and mumble: “Jesus Christ.”  “You like that?” He asks, audibly excited. You nod again.  “Words.” 

Your eyes shoot open, and you stare at him. His demeanor changed. He looks far more predatory now. In a good way, though. Like you’re the only interesting thing in the world. “Yes, I like it.” You eventually confirm. As soon as you said that his hand pushes your dress further up until he can easily reach your panties. You scoot forward a bit, towards his hand. He groans at your eagerness and presses his ring and middle finger against your covered labia.  Willingly, you spread your legs further so that he can find your clit. When he does, electric shocks run through your veins like waves crashing onto the shore. You press your lips together and only let out a whimper.  Ren starts to kiss your exposed neck again, sucking on the skin here and there. Then he increases the pressure on your clit, your panties providing extra friction. It gets really hard to keep it together. You’re so turned on. Just his presence made you lightheaded. This, this is just… 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He murmurs into your ear.  You can only acknowledge it by humming.  “Such a pretty girl, so smart, and cultured.” Somehow his voice dropped an octave.  It causes you to writhe under his touch. You desperately cling onto his arm, forehead leaning against his shoulder.  Then he says: “And letting me get her off in the middle of the opera.” And pushes his thick fingers into you.  It’s impossible to not moan at that.  “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He whispers into your ear.  “Just-“ Your breathing hitches when he starts to fuck you with his fingers. “Just for you, Mr. Ren.” You sigh. “Shit.” He breathes out. It makes you realize that he’s just as turned on as you are.

The loud music, the singing, your moans, and Ren’s whispers all blend together to a clusterfuck of overwhelming sounds that put you on the edge of a head-spinning orgasm.  He speeds up his movements and smashes his fingers into you, heel of his hand hitting against your clit. Holding on to his arm for your dear life, your head rolls back, just like your eyes.  “Do you want to cum on my hand?” He asks huskily.  “Hmh…yes.” You slur the words.  It makes him curl his fingers up and he hits that sweet spot inside you.  “Oh my God.” You breathe out as you are catapulted into an orgasm that sends your upper body flying forwards, your hips rolling into his palm. Ren puts his arm around you so that you don’t fall off the chair as your walls spasm around his fingers.  He slows down his movements but only stops when you tell him to by tapping the back of his hand. It makes a wet noise when he pulls his fingers out of you. You immediately miss the sensation of being stretched. But you have to take a break to slow your breathing. Hazily, you sort out your clothes.  When you turn your head towards Ren, you see how he’s licking the fingers that were just inside you. It makes you instantly press your thighs together. You feel the wetness spread over your inner thighs.  Driven wild, you grab his neck and pull him in to press a hungry kiss to his glistening lips. His hands fly to your head, and he clasps your face to hold you close. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss. His lips move more urgently by the second.  You run your fingers through his hair again. It’s so soft, you could spend the entire night just doing that. Ren groans and grabs your hips, making you climb onto him, straddling his lap. You grind your hips down into his crotch. You feel his hard dick press against you.  “Fuck.” He mumbles when you lean to the side to take one of glasses of champagne. You forgot that they are empty already. Ren simply grabs the bottle out of the bucket filled with ice and hands it to you. Grinning, you take a big sip. Then you offer it to him. While he drinks, the music stops. 

You know what that means and scramble off his lap, sitting down back in your own chair. The moment you run your fingers through your hair to tame it, the lights turn on and the voice informs you that there will be a twenty-minute intermission now.  When you look at Ren, you see that his lips are tinted red. You point at your own to signal him what’s going on. Smiling, grabs one of the cotton napkins and wipes his mouth clean. Then he leans over to rub the lipstick, that apparently got smeared onto your chin, off. 

There is still a visible tent in his dress pants when the waiter comes in to ask if you need anything and Ren has to cross his legs to hide it. It makes the corners of your mouth twitch.  “Could you show me the restroom?” You ask. “Of course, Ma’am.”  Legs still a little wobbly, you take your bag and follow him, brushing Ren’s arm as you walk by. In the hallway, you are remined that Ren arrived with company as you have to squeeze through the group of men to follow the waiter. You can feel all of them looking at you. It makes you raise your shoulders and clutch your bag. They surely know what’s going on. Your eyes are probably still glazed over.

Relived, you thank the man that led you to the restroom and enter. Of course, it’s secluded from the ones the normal people have to use downstairs. You lock the door and lean against it to take a few deep breaths.  A little scared, you step in front of the mirror. Thank the stars, you look quite put together. Only your flushed cheeks are a hint to what happened.  What happened. Holy shit. This demi-god of a man really finger-fucked you to completion while someone sang their soul out right below you.

You nowhere near done, though. You want more. You want it all. 

After you went to the toilet, wiping your legs clean and peeing, you let cold water run down your wrists to cool down at least a bit. Then you reapply deodorant and take another deep breath before you leave the restroom.  You almost run into the ginger man who Ren talked to earlier.  “Excuse me.” You mumble and try to walk past him, but he grabs your wrist. Equally shocked and confused you turn to look at him. His face is extremely pale and stern, just his eyes reveal his emotions. And it seems to be a mixture of aggression and lust. The dangerous one.  “Can I help you?” You ask politely.  “How much?” He asks sickly sweet.  “Excuse me?”  “How much for an hour? Maybe after Ren is done you could come back to my hotel room. You’ll be already nicely stretched for me.”  Your mouth falls open in horror. No one ever dared to talk to you like that. Violently, you rip your arm away. “Go fuck yourself.” You hiss and walk off, hoping that you don’t appear as intimidated as you actually are.

You honestly consider simply leaving. Just run off. You’ll never see them again. But you left your coat with Ren. Shit.

When you slip through the curtain, you see that Ren isn’t there. He probably went to the restroom himself. It means you have the opportunity to just grab your coat and leave without being confronted and forced to explain yourself.  Hastily, you grab it and turn to leave. But your questionable luck runs out and Ren enters the moment you want to push the curtain aside.  He immediately picks up on what you’re doing, and he sees the look on your face. “What happened?”  “I- Nothing, I just don’t feel well.” Unconsciously, you rub the spot Hux grabbed you.  Again, he puts the pieces together: “Who touched you?”  You shake your head and look at your feet, embarrassed.  “Who.” His voice is rough and it’s no longer a question.  “It was nothing, really.”  “Look at me.”  Reluctantly, you lift your head.  He waits for you to answer.  “The redheaded man.”  “Hux.” Ren spits out the name. “What did he do?” “He just stopped me to talk to me.”  “Quit downplaying it. What did he say?” Quietly, you repeat what he said.  Ren inhales sharply. Then he orders: “Wait here.”  You nod, not knowing if you’re relieved or even more embarrassed.  He gently grabs your chin: “No one gets to talk to you like that. I’ll take care of it.”  Gulping, you just look at him. He quickly presses a kiss to your cheek and leaves. 

You keep standing right behind the curtain to listen to what’s happening in the hallway. After about ten seconds, you hear commotion.  “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Ren growls.  “Calm down.” Hux replies, sounding annoyed. It makes you incredibly angry.  “Why do you get all worked up? She’s just a prostitute.”  You hear a punch being thrown and a groan following up. You just have to peak through the curtain. Ren is towering over the ginger man, having him cornered. Hux is holding his cheek, looking at him wide-eyed. Ren gets in his face and hisses: “Even if that would be the case, you have no right to talk to someone like that.” 

The lights are dimmed, telling you that the second half will begin shortly. Ren notices and grabs Hux by the collar: “This isn’t over. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”  Then he turns around and stalks back towards you. Quickly, you take a step back. “I’m sorry.” Is the first thing he says.  “It’s not your fault.” You shrug your shoulders. “He works for me.” Ren states. After a pause, he asks: “Do you want to leave?”  “No.” You voice is steady. “I was actually quite enjoying myself.”  He chuckles, relieved.  “Come.” He offers you his hand and you take it, letting him lead you back to the chair. This time, you don’t hesitate to lean into his embrace. He kisses the top of your head. 

“You know,” You whisper as the lights go out completely, “seeing you manhandling this jerk actually turned me on.”  Ren hums into your ear, letting his fingers wander up and down your arm. “Even if it’s only for tonight, you’re mine.”  It sends shivers down your spine. You don’t think you ever enjoyed a sentence as much as that one.  “I’m yours.”  Your reply makes Ren rest his free hand on your thigh.  “And I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.”  Ah, correction. That’s your new favorite sentence.  “You’re the only one who gets to fuck me.”  He kisses your temple and affirms: “Good girl.” 

You scoot closer to him until your leg is firmly pressed against his. He puts both his arms around you, one around your back, one across your chest.  This feels way too good. This is dangerous, you realize. 

Only for a night, you repeat his words in your head like a mantra; Pretending it will protect you. 

The music picks up again and you allow yourself to get lost in it. Not thinking about anything else but how much you enjoy yourself right now. Blindly, you reach out for the bottle of champagne. Ren hands it to you. You take a big sip, eyes fixed on the stage.  Only when the stage goes dark for a minute for a scene change, your focus shifts back to the man next to you.

Nonchalantly, you put your hand on his sturdy thigh. He reacts strongly to your touch, leaning in your direction, inhaling deeply.  “May I touch you, Mr. Ren?” You purr.  “Please do.”  The begging undertone in his voice turns you the fuck on and reminds you that this isn’t a one-way street. He’s just as into you. Your hand flies to his crotch to grab his half-hard dick pressing against the restraints of his dress pants. You slowly rub it through the fabric. When you find the tip, you run your thumb over it, earning a restrained moan from Ren.  Encouraged by his reaction, you open his leather belt, then the zipper. You turn to the side to grab his pants with both hands. Willingly, he lifts his hips so that you can pull them down. They glide down his legs and pool around his ankles. His now freed dick slaps against his naked leg. 

Your mouth starts to water at the visual. It’s huge, matching his big-dick attitude.  You spit into your hand and grab it. Ren groans at the gesture and his eyes flutter shut. You start to jerk him off. A lazy tempo at first, now and then speeding up. Then you twist your hand around it and move it faster.  By now, Ren is clawing into the edge of the seat, lips parted. You lean over to press a kiss to them. His face follows yours when you retreat, and he finds your lips again. Sucking on your bottom lip, he grazes it with his teeth. “Sit on it.” He orders suddenly. “What?” You ask flabbergasted. He looks at you: “You heard me.”  “But what if-“ “No one will interrupt us.”  High on pheromones, you obey and let go of his dick to take your panties off.  “Perfect little girl.” He praises you.  It dissolves any hesitation that you had left, and you basically jump onto his cock. Your naked knees sink into the soft fabric of the chair and your bare ass is hit by the light breeze of the air-conditioning.  Ren tilts his dick upwards, and you sink down on it.  “Oh my God.” You breathe out. You have to sit down slowly. It feels like you might otherwise be torn apart. Ren’s fingers dig into your sides, his head rolling forwards until it rests against your chest. You bury your hands in his hair once again to have something to hold on to. Biting into his shoulder, you muffle your whimpering with the fabric of his suit jacket. “You feel…” He sighs. “You feel so good. So warm…” His voice trails off. 

After what feels like an eternity, you finally bottom out. You’re literally impaled on his dick. He’s so deep inside of you, it’s a miracle he fits.  You’re both already panting, and you haven’t even started to move yet.  “Your dick is perfect.” You whisper into his ear, pressing kisses to the side of his neck.  It causes his hips to jerk up and you yelp at the pressure on your cervix.  “Sorry.” He mumbles.  You let out a laugh and press another kiss to his swollen lips.  Then you finally start to roll your hips. It’s devastating, for the both of you. 

Desperately, you put your arms around the other to keep them close. Something inside you clicks. Like a new form of lust was just unlocked. An intensity of desire you never felt before.  His dick, goddamn his dick, stretches you wider than you ever deemed possible.  You ride him slowly for several minutes to stretch you muscles. Like Hux said. But only for Ren. Only for him… He must think something similar because Ren says: “He could never. He could never make you feel this good.”  Shaking your head, you find Ren’s eyes.  “No one but me can fuck your perfect little pussy like this.”  You lean down until your lips are right in front of his, and whisper: “Only you.” 

Without a warning, Ren grabs your hips and lifts you off his dick. You whine at the emptiness you feel. “Turn around.” He tells you, pointing at the railing. Your eyes widen: “People will see.”  “Good. Let them see.”  Oh fuck.  Your body does as he says before your mind can protest. Trying to make it look like you’re just leaning against the golden railing to have a better view, you prop yourself up on it and look at the stage. It’s the middle of the third act.  You feel Ren step behind you and push your dress up until your ass is all exposed to him. He roughly grabs your cheeks and claws into the flesh. You desperately want to look back at him to make him fuck you already, but you don’t dare to. You have to keep looking at the singers, you tell yourself. Let your eyes wander over the orchestra to look as-

“Fuck!” You hiss.  Ren plowed all the way into you. Your legs almost buckle. You have to hold on to the railing as he starts to rail you. He felt big before, but in this position, he feels fucking enormous.  His hips stutter at the sensations that apparently is just as overwhelming for him as it is for you. 

Finding a steady rhythm again, he rocks back and forth. He starts by moving just a bit. Then he speeds up his movements, causing your entire body to vibrate. He keeps it up for the entirety of a song. Then he changes to long and hard strokes. Pulling out almost completely before pushing back into you.  He cannot see your face, but he can tell by the way you push your ass back to meet his thrusts that you love what he’s doing to you.  Ren reaches for your shoulders and holds on to them for leverage as he fucks you fast, hard, and steady. 

There is no way, should someone look at you, that they won’t understand what’s happening. The way your body is thrown against the railing. How his hands hold you by the shoulders. And the noises…The wet slapping sounds are a dead giveaway should anyone be close enough to hear it.  However, he fucks you so good, you honestly don’t care. Let them see, if it means that he carries on fucking you, it’s worth it.  Your legs start to shake, and you turn your head to look over your shoulder. What you see is a picture that you will remember forever: Ren took off his jacket and tie. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, exposing his lower arms, letting you see the veins running across them. His jaw is clenched and there is sweat on his forehead. The look in his eyes is animalistic, pure lust and longing. His hair is disheveled, partially sticking to his face. Slack-jawed, he’s observing you, chest heaving. You tighten around him. Your nerves start to feel raw. There is no way you can go on much longer. “Please.” You plead. “I need to cum.”  In reply, he pulls you up, forcing you to arch your back.  Shoulders pressed to his pectorals, you let your head rest against his collarbone. He puts one hand around your neck, not applying any pressure, just holding you close.  Adjusting his stance, he starts to fuck more upwards.  His breath is hot on the side of your neck. And now, that you’re closer, the music doesn’t drown out the obscene sounds that spill out of his mouth. 

With his dark voice, he utters curses and praises, interrupted by moans.  His thrusts get so violent, they almost lift you off the ground.  “Oh my…fuck.” You groan breathlessly. You can hear your own heartbeat echoing in your ears.  “Kylo…” You whimper as your walls start to spasm. It’s the first time you said his first name.  It has a bigger effect than you anticipated. He bites down on the exposed side of your neck. Hard. But you don’t have the air in your lungs to shriek. You just let the burning sensation add to the fire already raging inside of you. “Say my name again.” He orders.  “Kylo.” You immediately moan. “Kylo, please…”  His hold on you tightens.  “Cum for me.” He whispers into your ear. Your legs twitch, your brain melts, and your lower body explodes as you cum around his cock that is mercilessly plowing into you.  “Kylo.” You slur his name in your barely conscious state.  “Oh my god, little girl.” He groans and his body tenses up.  Head hanging down, you clench around his pulsating cock while your orgasm still goes on, jolting through you in shockwaves. 

Only when you feel him pull out of you and collapse into the chair, guiding you to sit on his lap sideways, you open your eyes again.  High on the hormones rushing through your veins, you lean into him, letting him hold you.  He leans his forehead against the side of your head. Slowly, your breathing calms down. So does his while he keeps caressing your arms and legs.  Eventually, he quietly asks: “Can you stand up?” You chuckle: “I can try.”  And you do. “Oh god.” You curse.  “What?” He looks worried. “You fucked me raw.”  A smug grin spreads on his face.  Trying not to groan at every movement, you put your panties back on and straighten out your dress. Kylo puts his clothes back on as well. Except his tie. That he just puts in his pocket.  Then he hands you one of the napkins so you can clean yourself as best as you can in the dim light. He wipes his face and neck before taking a big sip of the champagne.  Then he takes one of the ice cubes and leans over to you. Expectantly, you wait.  Smiling, he runs it over your lips. You sigh at the cooling sensation, eyes fluttering shut.  He leaves a cold trail from your lips to the back of your neck and then your cleavage. When he’s satisfied with the state of relaxation you’re in, he throws it aside and backtracks the trail he left with his finger. When it arrives at your face, he pulls you in by the chin and presses a slow kiss to your lips. You put your arms around him. 

The room explodes into applause. For the fraction of a second you think they are cheering you and Kylo on. Then you realize that the opera is over. The lights come one.  For the first time in like an hour, you can properly see Kylo’s face. And he yours, for that matter. He’s so damn beautiful, it hurts.  “I- This was…” You try to explain how you feel but fail miserably.  “I know.” Kylo cradles you face. “I felt it too.” “You did?”  “Why are you surprised?” His hand glides down to your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You just-“ you clear your voice, “You just seem like this isn’t the first time you done something like this.”  Amused, he shakes his head no: “Never. Never before have I had sex like this.”  There is a lot that sentence implies, and you agree with every possibility.

Then you just sit there quietly, looking at the other, trying to figure out what this means.  The applause subsides, people start to get up, talk to each other, walk out.  Kylo and you keep sitting where you are until it’s almost silent.  “What now?” You ask then, with a small voice. “I certainly would like to eat something, how about you?” You nod.  “Great. My hotel has a really good restaurant.”  “Your hotel?”  Kylo gets up, not letting go of your hand: “You’re obviously not going anywhere but with me.” 

[jokeringcutio]

Send me your prompts for hc and imagines about dangerous men and reader

[goosewriting]

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 :’)

[thegreatwicked]

WIP Title Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag @split-spectrum! Lord, my WIPs are not quite out of control BUT there are quite a few of them! I'll divide them up into two categories; fanfiction and original!

Fanfiction:

Armitage (Hux x OC)

In Service to the Night Sisters (Opress Brothers x OCs)

Moonlight Rendezvous (Maul x OC)

Padawan (Obi-Wan x Reader Insert)

50 Shades of Obi-Wan (Obi-Wan x Reader Insert)

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x OC)

The Generals Wife (Hux x OC)

Take off the Mask, Baby (Roman Sionis x Reader Insert)

Healing Hands (Jason Todd x OC)

Claiming the Red Hood (Jason Todd x OC)

Bayou and the Burrow (Charlie Weasley x OC)

Read to Me (Matt Murdock x OC)

We Were Cursed (Jefferson/Mad Hatter x OC)

It's No Good (Soldier Boy x OC)

Second Son (Soldier Boy x OC)

Tribute to the Horde (Dothraki OC x OC)

1001 Nights of Mischief (Loki xOC)

Professional Courtesy (DC Captain Cold x OC)

Forgive Me (Malik x OC)

Binding (Malik x OC)

Originals:

Call Me Love

Thanks for the Ride

Eternally Yours

Dive

Not your Fucking Grieving Widow

All works listed above are smut and not meant for anyone under 18. Lord give me strength to get through these WIPs before more appear!

No pressure tags! @hereticpriest @decembermidnight @burnthecheshirewitch @keffirinne @daenerys-skywalker @chaotickimchi @viskarenvisla @maulfvckers

Lets see those WIPs!

[smut-wars-exchange]

Masterpost | Ask | Rules | AO3 | 2024 Tagset | Carrd | Dreamwidth | Discord

Nomination Queries #1

If you nominated any of the following noms, please contact us as soon as possible. You can reply to this post, send us an ask (ideal if you wish to remain anonymous), leave a comment on this post on dreamwidth or send us an email at smutwars@proton.me.

Commander Fox/Senate guard

Nominator, did you mean The Senate Guard as the group within the Coruscant Security Force, the Coruscant Guard as the corps under Fox's command, or an Original Senate Guard? Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tag as Commander Fox/The Senate Guard Security Force to avoid confusion.

Bossk & Boba Fett

Nominator, did you mean Bossk/Boba Fett? We do not accept & relationships for Smut Wars. Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tag as Bossk/Boba Fett.

Kylo Ren/Hana "D.Va" Song

Nominator, did you mean to pair Kylo Ren with D.Va the Overwatch character? Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tag as Kylo Ren/Hana "D.Va" Song (Overwatch) to avoid confusion.

The Bad Batch/Female Reader

Nominator, who do you include in the Bad Batch? Do you include Omega? Do you include Crosshair? In this instance, the group might lead to confusion. Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tag as Crosshair/Echo/Hunter/Omega/Tech/Wrecker/Female Reader.

Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s); Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s); Original Male Character/Original Male Character

Nominators, we do not accept Original Characters if they are not paired with at least one Star Wars character. Please add at least one Star Wars character, such as Finn/Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s). Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will reject the tags.

Armitage Hux/You; Din Djarin/You; Kylo Ren/You

Nominators, we do not accept /You nominations. Did you mean to nominate them as reader-inserts? If so, please change them to Character/[Chosen Gender] Reader without brackets. Unless we hear back from you: the mod team will approve the tags as Character/Any Gender Reader.

Formatting Reminders

Ships including clones with their designations, such as RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev/RC-3222 | Atin Skirata/RC-8015 | Fi Skirata and Padmé Amidala/CT-7567 | Rex

Nominators: as stated in the rules🔗, please take the designations away. Nominate Rex instead of CT-7567 | Rex, Sev instead of RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev, etc.

Ships including (disambiguations), such as Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Hera Syndulla and The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Ahsoka Tano

Nominators: as stated in the rules🔗, please take the disambiguation away, nominating Omega instead of Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) and The Armorer instead of The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV).

Ships including diacritics, such as Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reva Sevander | Third Sister, Obi-Wan Kenobi/The Son | Fanged God, Grievous | Qymaen jai Sheelal/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Reva Sevander | Third Sister/Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader and Mon Mothma/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo

Nominators: as stated in the rules🔗, please pick a single identity.

Pick either Ben Solo or Kylo Ren;

Pick either Reva Sevander or Third Sister;

Pick either The Son or Fanged God;

Pick either Grievous or Qymaen jai Sheelal;

Pick either Anakin Skywalker or Darth Vader;

Use Thrawn instead of Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

It takes a tremendous amount of time to edit all these tags and associate them to Star Wars - All Media Types in the backend, time that the mod team unfortunately does not have considering the amount of nominations Smut Wars get. Unless we hear back from you: the mod team might reject these tags...This means you will lose the slot and won't be able to nominate anything in its place, so please try to edit them!

[dckweed]

WHAT WAS I MADE FOR? general armitage hux.

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

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

AESTHETICS & SERIES TAGLIST!

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

If you would like to be tagged in future posts for this series, please comment on this post!

[ao3feed--reylo]

The generals darling (yandere!Armitage hux x reader) WIP

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oM1LR9

by CannibalCorpse193

The reader and hux are reunited childhood friends who both had a similar life for the most part and were separated in college aka military training but end up meeting again because kylo ren seems to has been dating the heroic lieutenant. As the events of the sequel trilogy happen kylo through the force finds out his soulmate is rey and breaks it off with the reader leaving hux to take them and slowly mold everything around then to make Y/N fall for him and get the thrown he deserves even if he hasn't to somehow murder snoke himself or even team up with kylo ren. In the end is it worth it and will you save him like he has saved you even if your trapped and forced to be his queen/king...even if there's nothing left but him and the first order. Either way your trapped with your new genocidal soulmate who murdered your abusive family for you 🤭��� so romantic (WIP may change it up a bit give me suggestions if you want it's much appreciated)

Words: 281, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Ben Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Reader, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Rey (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars), Phasma (Star Wars), Dopheld Mitaka, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, Original First Order Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Resistance Characters (Star Wars), Millicent the Cat (Star Wars)

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Reader, Armitage Hux & Reader, Armitage Hux/You, Armitage Hux & Millicent the Cat, Armitage Hux & Snoke, Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren/Reader, Kylo Ren & Reader, Kylo Ren & You, Snoke & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Soulmates, Yandere, Attempted Murder, Murder, Psychological Torture, Torture, Platonic Relationships, Manipulation, Force Mind Reading (Star Wars), Reader-Insert, Genocide, Paranoia, Unhealthy Relationships, Almost Kiss, Romantic Soulmates, Exes, Childhood Sweethearts, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Near Death Experiences, Manipulative Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Forced Marriage, Abusive Relationships, Abusive Parents, Force-Sensitive Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oM1LR9

[oldtowrs]

BLOG RULES

a re-iteration of my rules for interacting with me, my blog and my work, as some of you seem to have forgotten as of late

GENERAL—

this is an inclusive, hate-free space. i do not tolerate transphobia, homophobia, biphobia, racism, misogyny, anti-semitism, xenophobia, elitism, or BIGOTRY of ANY KIND ! if i catch you commenting, interacting with my mutuals, interacting with me, etc. in a hateful manner you will be blocked and reported.

this world is hard enough already, and my space on the internet is meant for everyone - except for bigots.

most of my content should be friendly to minors, but because i interact with nsfw content on this blog, i suggest that minors do not interact. this includes and especially applies to my fanfiction - that is blurbs, one-shots, series, and all else that could qualify as my work. if you are a minor, and i catch you, you will also be blocked and reported for my safety and for your mental health. MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY AND IF YOU CANNOT REGULATE YOURSELF, I WILL DO IT FOR YOU.

other than that, please respect each other and me and enjoy my little slice of this hellsite and this world. thanks.

CURRENTLY WRITING FOR—

star wars—obi-wan kenobi, kylo ren, ben solo, armitage hux, din djarin, boba fett

harry potter—remus lupin, severus snape, ron weasley, sirius black, harry potter, draco malfoy, hermione granger, theodore nott

doctor who—nine, ten, eleven, twelve

arcane—viktor

stranger things—steve harrington, eddie munson, robin buckley

a song of ice and fire—sandor clegane, tywin lannister, jon snow, jorah mormont, otto hightower, alicent hightower, aemond targaryen, aegon targaryen, gwayne hightower

the last of us—joel miller

REQUESTING—

what to request—fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut are all fair game. i will link some prompts below.

i will write some mental health stuff, as i myself struggle with mental health. i will tag fics accordingly, and thus it is your job to read the tags and assess the content warnings before consuming my content !

LGBTQ+ reader fics are possible, but you must clarify this otherwise i will default to f!reader. please note however, that i will not write for a trans!reader. this is not because i am transphobic, but because i am not trans. i do not wish to take up space in the fandom that should be filled with the voices of those individuals. i do not wish to misrepresent a group that is already misrepresented in society enough.

what NOT to request—aeting disorders, suicide, rape/non-con, pregnancy, miscarriage, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, islamaphobia, or any other bigotry or similar themes.

i will not write sexual violence or domestic abuse or anything that could be interpreted as such

i will not write for a reader from our world coming to a fandom's universe or a character coming into ours. i fucking hate that trope.

i will not write for anything similar to "hey, can i have a reader insert fic wherehe calls me this specific name, and the reader has (insert specfic description here), and they've (insert personal experience here)" sort of things. if you want a fic where the reader is specific to you, that is a commission, not a request.

HOW to INTERACT—

what to do—please! if you like a fic, ask more about them in my inbox, message me, like comment & reblog, tag it in your fic recs! show that you enjoyed my work! interaction matters! i promise you will not bother me!

what not to do—DO NOT REPOST my fics to any other platform, or pass them off as your own on your own blog. do not copy the events or ideas i post here and do not expand upon my work without explicit and clear consent from me

i post my works here under the user oldtowrs, on wattpad as _kenobi, and on ao3 as writingsofa_hobbit. if you see my writing anywhere else, under any other name LET. ME. KNOW.

DISCLAIMERS— please keep in mind, i have every right to not write your ideas, and it is not that i don't like you, or your ideas, but sometimes they're too specfic, or i am just not comfortable with writing them. i am a college student—a biochemistry major with a biomedical engineering minor at a rigorous stem school so please realize that, yeah you may have requested a little while ago, but chances are i'm still in the process or writing it. i typically have 18-24 credits a semester of shit that i am not always good at and which require my time and my prioritization. if you wish to know about the status of your request, message me! send me an ask! tumblr also likes to eat my asks, so please! send me messages!

thank you for your patience and please enjoy my blog!

©𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐑𝐒 2023- do not steal, copy, repost or expand upon my works without my explicit permission

updated—january. 10. 2023

[angelofthenight]

You: Hux?

Hux: What?

You: Are you awake?

Hux: Who the fuck did you think said ‘what’?!

[thegreatwicked]

I love these games! Here's my recs!

@ladyinwriting18This woman is my hero! Between her incredibly STEAMY stories and her tiktok content, she's got you covered if your main fictional crushes are Kylo Ren, or our darling damaged Ginger, General Armitage Hux! My personal Favorite is her story The Gift This story made me absolutely FERAL for Maul! Small pun intended. ;)

I'm going to jump on the bandwagon here and I have to give it up to. @split-spectrum for Water and Rock because I am waiting on the EDGE MY SEAT for the next chapter for this DELICIOUSLY written Obi-Wan OC. O.M.G.

@acciotwinz I am only recently delving into celebrity fanfiction and I am IN LOVE with Long Distance It's a reader insert/Roger Taylor from Queen and it is fluffly, sweet, sexy and I need more of this rockstar love in my life!

OVERACHIEVER, I'm tagging three more blogs because limiting myself to just three is just plain cruel.

@thenightmarketofdathomir I CANNOT say enough about this blog or the stories contained therein. But my personal favorite SO FAR is The Three Princes; The Oldest Profession Part One It is a Feral Opress/insert I believe and it is in word. SEXY. AS. HELL. A truly masterful blog! Go check ti out if you are into the Opress Brothers! You will NOT be disappointed.

@jedianjakenobi Perhaps one of the most LOVELY collections of Obi-Wan/Ben Kenobi and they need to be made into movies. I just finished Bed... and Breakfast a reader insert where you meet Ben Kenobi whilst nursing a broken heart in Scotland. Need I say more? No? Didn't think so; also LOVE To Create Life another reader insert Jedi Council sanctioned Jedi baby making mission. It is... To die for and I need more

Last one!

@littleredwing89 ROMAN SIONIS. I am dying. This blog inspired me to start my own Roman Sionis smut; Shadows of Deception and I'm about to post the next chapter. GO read this blog. my favorite is The Intern AU sleeping with the bad boss man and it gets real! So smutty and sexy!

Stopping here before it gets out of control! And if you haven't checked out @pickleprickle my god, what are you doing with your life? Seriously Sith-Obi-Wan... Drool. Prickle also does a monthly recs blog post giving some fantastic writers some attention! Thanks for the shoutout! Happy Holidays everyone!!

Gonna start a fun lil game, perhaps…

Would you please reblog this with a list of THREE OTHER BLOGS that you think your followers would love?

My goal is a domino effect of amazing blog recommendations! So we can find new peeps to follow and see what an amazing array there is in the fandom.

And don’t be guilted into listing people who list you! 😂 Obviously you can if you want, but the goal is to get a wide variety and we don’t want social nuances to turn it into a homogenous list of butt-kissing. 💩 Apologies if that’s not so tactful; my heart is in the right place… I think! 😜

[itscatchyouintherye]

Hit Me Where It Hurts [ReaderxGeneralHux]

An interrogation escalates. In several ways.

“Get up!” The General shouts at you.

You’re on all fours, head pounding from the slap he just delivered to your face. It was the fourth or fifth, maybe the sixth - you’re not sure at this point. Especially because you have been in a room with Hux for surely over an hour by now; and what started with stern and calculated questions, escalated to him trying to get something out of you with physical violence.

Apparently, you didn’t react quickly enough to his liking, so he rams his shin into your side, making you collapse and gasp for air.

Shielding your head, you lie on the cold ground of the interrogation room, wondering how to convince this spiteful man that you’re, in fact, not a traitor. The way he reacted the last million times of you telling him that…your future isn’t looking bright.

“Get up, you pathetic cunt!”

Hux using such vulgar language completely catches you off guard; More than any slap ever could. You look up at him, astonished.

His face is as hard as it has been since he closed the door behind you, but even he appears surprised by his own loss of composure.

The moment of stillness on Hux’ side, enables you to finally stand up and gather your thoughts. Whereas his escalating demeanor scared you before, you now begin to find it gratifying. You wipe your chin clean of the watered-down blood that dripped down. You bit your tongue, and it mixed with your saliva. You also straighten out your uniform and run your fingers through your hair. Anything to make you feel dignified. At least a little.

“I got up.” You say with the most nonchalant voice you can muster. “Now what?”

The General straightens his back and takes a step towards you. Against your efforts, it makes you flinch. A disgusting smirk tugs on his lips when he sees it.

“We’ll do this aaaaaall over again.” He tells you.

“How many times will until you believe I don’t know!”

Hux gets in your face, and you feel his breath on your neck when he snarls: “Until you beg.”

You lightly turn your head and let your eyes dart over his face and upper body. You’ve never been so close to him. At least not in a position that allows you to focus on anything but pain.

You notice the freckles on his cheeks and how truly fiery his hair is and how he’s lightly panting.

This is clearly getting to him in a way that makes him not relent. Otherwise, he would have executed you by now. Why does he insist to keep going?

“General…” You say quietly. “I don’t know who gave away the passcodes. Nothing in my personnel file would suggest that I am a traitor.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?! I-“

“Apparently, yeah.”

Oops. You didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Hux strikes you again, but this time he immediately grabs a fist full of your hair to yank you back up. You yelp, painfully craning your neck to somehow relieve the burning sensation on your scalp.

“Do you have a death wish?” He growls.

“No.” You reply through gritted teeth.

“Then tell me who gave away the passcodes.”

You take a few deep breaths, willing yourself to neither cry nor beg; Giving up on the possibility that you might get back to your job after this and rather focus on if you even make it out the room alive.

“I told you,” You say, voice rough by now, “I don’t know.”

Hux lets out an annoyed sigh and goes to readjust the grip he has of your hair. The moment his fingers unclasp, you let yourself fall down and violently throw your body against his. With a surprised ‘oof’, he goes down with you, landing on his back.

You scramble to get off him, driving your knee into his stomach while at it, and hurry towards the door. You make it two steps, before his gloved hand grabs your ankle to stop you, causing you to stumble and fall right back down.

The air is pressed out of your lungs and your arms, you fell on to catch yourself, hurt like shit.

Relentless, Hux holds on to your ankle and drags himself over the floor and onto you. Next thing you know, he’s grabbing the back of your neck, fully body weight on top of you.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Me restating that I don’t have a death wish and would like to get out of here.”

“I’ve been going at you for over an hour, how do you still have the energy to be snarky?”

“The First Order taught me well.”

He chuckles. Hux actually chuckles at that.

You’re not so sure if that’s a good sign.

Either way, you stay still and breathe shallowly, your own breath ricocheting off the floor your cheek is pressed against.

Now, the next thing that happens will forever be up for debate. Did he start it? Did you? Was it on purpose by either party? What about the power imbalance? What about the violence? Is this romanticization? …

Mostly, this is happening right now, so you cannot care to keep pondering.

Hux moves again, not loosening the grip he has on your neck; it causes his crotch to drag over your ass and for the splinter of a second it feels good to have him on top of you.

You hold your breath to suppress that thought, but Hux senses it too. He feels it too. Because you both fall completely silent and the energy in the room shifts noticeably. All of a sudden, this isn’t a violent interrogation, it is General Hux dry humping you.

All of a sudden, Hux is desperate to convince you of something. It was obvious from the beginning that he enjoys this, but now a new kind of enjoyment became palpable.

You snicker.

He huffs.

Violently, he pulls you up as he gets to his feet. It hurts, of course, but you don’t cry out like before. You stay quiet. You force him to fill the silence.

“Last chance, Lieutenant.”

You don’t reply.

He finds your eyes, glaring at you.

You only wipe your cheek clean and blow your chaotic hair out of your face.

Unbelievably angry and reckless, he spins you around and walks you up to the wall, shoving you against it. You manage to absorb the shock with your arms, that are bruised and basically numb by now.

You usually, naturally, would have braced yourself for him to shoot you in the back of your head. But he walks up too close. His breath is too hot on your neck. He’s panting too loudly.

“What kind of sad strategy is this?” He asks. “Giving me the silent treatment?”

You press your lips together to not audibly react to his closeness. To the intensity this whole interaction gained.

He shoves you against the wall again and kicks your legs apart to fully lean into you.

You gasp.

He slaps the wall next to your head.

“Answer me, Lieutenant!”

“I have nothing to say.”

After a pause, Hux yanks your hips back and reaches around you to open your belt.

“I’ll give you something to talk about.”

You shiver, aghast to realize that you do not want to protest.

He rips your pants down and when he claws into your ass, you feel that he took his gloves off. He really wants to touch you.

He presses one hand between your shoulder blades to keep you in place while slithering his other down your thighs and back up to reach your cunt.

You flinch when he drags his fingers through your folds and finds your clit. It makes him circle it harder. Which occupies your thoughts enough to only realize that he took his hand away from your back when you hear him unbuckle his belt and open the zipper of his pants.

Within seconds, he is dragging his dick where his fingers just were. Impatiently, he tilts your hips further and adjust his stance to be able to tease your entrance with the tip of his dick.

You whimper at the sensation and the feeling of him being incredibly hard.

Slowly, he moves back and forth, never fully pulling out of you.

“I told you I’ll keep going until you beg.”

“And I told you I have nothing to say.”

“Your cunt suggests otherwise.”

He shoots back and pushes in further, causing a wet noise to echo through the room.

“So does your dick.” You tell him through gritted teeth.

Cursing you out, Hux snaps his hips and shoves his dick fully into you.

You yelp, not expecting him to be this big. After all, you haven’t seen his dick yet.

He bites into your shoulder and begins to thrust without giving you much of a break.

You groan, head lolling to the side, embarrassingly highly enjoying every second.

Hux plows into you tirelessly, proving to be as relentless as his politics suggest.

He also proves to be as cruel, because the moment he feels you tighten just a little bit, he pulls out and turns you around to face him.

“Beg.” He snarls.

You snake your leg around his hip and pull him closer. “No.”

Both panting, you stare each other down.

“Fuck you.” Hux says, lining himself back up with your entrance.

“Fuck you.” You hiss.

Then he pushes back into you, and you clasp his face with both hands and silence your first full-on moan with a kiss.

It’s an angry kiss. It’s a desperate kiss. It’s a yearning kiss.

You don’t break it for a long time. You deepen it. You tilt your head, he bites your bottom lip and thrusts harder, you push your tongue into his mouth.

When you do break it, he breathes out: “Pathetic cunt.”

“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

And then you’re devouring each other again, your thighs shaking, his dick twitching inside of you.

“I’ll apologize for hitting you if you beg.”

You have to blink several times to focus back on Hux’ face. To remind yourself who you’re actually fucking.

“Oh, so we’re bargaining now?”

“You proofed yourself to be good for something after all, might as well…”

“And what is it that I’m good for, General?”

“Being a wet hole I can fuck.”

This strikes a nerve with you. But not the one Hux intended.

Because you clench hard and cum with a groan.

“Shit, fuck…” He mumbles, working against the resistance of your spasming walls.

Clawing into his shoulders, you try your best to hold yourself up while you go rigid and waves of pleasure shake your body.

Surprisingly, Hux is the one to sink down. You follow him, straddling him as soon as your knees hit the ground, and rolling your hips to slip his dick back into you.

He kisses you, body overheated just like yours, and fucks into you from below. You’re barely able to meet his erratic thrusts.

Soon, his head falls back and his face contorts and he cums with a groan.

You both still, averting eye contact even though you’re too high from your orgasms to feel real shame.

After a long moment, you get off Hux and roll to your back to pull your pants up, ignoring the mess between your legs.

You hear fabric rustle as he does the same.

However, neither of you stands up. You lie on the cold ground, staring at the ceiling, shoulders almost touching.

“Thank fuck I deactivated the cameras.” Hux suddenly says.

You burst out laughing and finally look at him.

He’s already looking at you, eyes darting over your face.

“I really am sorry.” He adds, whispering.

You let out a hum but then say: “You almost got me.”

“Got you?”

“To believe that you’re sorry. And beg.”

“What do you think you’ll do first?”

[mandadoration]

Hux is an asshole but imagine him being super soft for you :C

most terribly

pairing: armitage hux x reader

warnings: none

words: 472

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“Remember, when you land to send me a message to let me know you’ve made it safely,” Hux says in a low voice. 

“I know.”

“Don’t be rash either. You have a nasty habit of talking back to your superiors, but I won’t be there to–”

“Hux, I know.” His face softens just a bit, enough for you to notice a difference this close to him, but give nothing to the people giving you two a wide berth. “I’m not stupid.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he says dryly. He watches with a sharp eye at the men loading your bags to the shuttle. “I still don’t know why you’re being transferred,” Hux grumbles. There’s a nervous energy about him, making miniscule creases in his otherwise immaculate uniform as he shifts where he stands. You sigh. 

“I don’t either,” you admit. “If you don’t know why, then it must’ve come from really high up.” The message that you would be moved to the Supremacy came a few hours ago, and was followed by another saying it was to be immediate. You had rushed to pack what you had, only sending Hux a brief message covertly asking him to meet with you in your quarters, but when he arrived, he was just as confused as you. He left to inquire around, but came up short, and decided to meet you back at the hangar. “You don’t think that–”

“There is no way anyone would know about this arrangement,” he says sharply, but it’s clear he’s thought about it as well. He frowns when someone fumbles with your bag, but his eyes snap back to yours. You wish you could take his hand in yours. “But it is best to still remain discreet.” You nod. “That unfortunately means no unsanctioned holocalls and no message out of place,” Hux sighs. 

“What about your comm line?” you ask softly. 

“It would be risky,” he says. “I believe it would be best if I were the one to contact you, not the other way around.” Now it was your turn to frown. Hux was notoriously awful at initiating first contact, but you know he’s right. His schedule was more erratic than yours was. Hux drops his shoulders as he gives you a tender look. “I will keep inquiring about the purposes of your transfer. Since you work directly under me, it would not seem out of place I’m asking why my officer was transferred without my approval or say.” You nod. A trooper calls for you. Your bags are all packed and the shuttle was ready to go. You turn back to Hux. 

“I’ll miss you,” you say softly as you salute him. Hux gives you a curt nod as the stone cold mask slides back on, but his eyes remain soft for you. 

“And I, you. Most terribly.”

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Forever Tag: @mabelleen​ @mando-vibes​ @isaissafail @adikaofmandalore

[lemongingerart]

So many (very accurate 😂) gifs!!! AND EVEN MORE LOVE!!! I don’t know how I deserve this but I am feeling all these happy bubbly feelings right now 🥰🥰🥰 I overly enjoyed reading your comment and the love you have for Miko as well 🥹🥹🥹 she has a very 'expressive' set of character traits and I always get worried when she goes of the usual trajectory of OC/reader inserts depictions. She's a whole lot to handle, Hux is going to have his hands full in many ways ��😅 but I think he needs a bit of that. Poor Armitage 🤣 you know I worry about him too, making him in character but still trying to give him some happiness at some point 🥺

I should be a little bit more impulsive, right? I think that'll be my motto for the upcoming months. Do stop me when I get TOO impulsive 🤣🥲

Chapter 1 - Departure (I)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰

A/N:     Hello dear, it's been a while! I wasn’t actually planning on publishing yet (I still need to finish up the header and the last scene) but after attending star wars celebration I am so high on Hux again! As an extra, I'm also uncharacteristically impulsive. This is not going to end well, ah ah ah.

Arc 2 has been written, up till some very *interesting * scenes! The whole thing got out of hand a bit, I already have almost 23k words for part 1 of this arc (part 2 will follow with the same amount, but still working it through) I should be able to more or less update on a regular basis for the next 11 chapters now, since I only need to review them!

Because I know some of you have read arc 1 a good while ago, let me give you this short recap: Hux, Miko and PC just left Utapau Four and are heading to Taris, so they can obtain the coördinates to the Resistance base. Hux has been in a stressful and frustrated mood (at least, more than usual), while Miko is gloomy from trying to deal with her new reality: she might not be able to return to her home for good.

Get ready for a whole whirlwind of (mis)adventures.

Armitage was looking to the everlasting hyperspace clouds, as if he was paying attention to it for the first time in his life. If Miko wanted to start a conversation - which she certainly didn’t - his intense gaze would've stopped her from doing so. She wondered what he was thinking, looking so serious and focussed on the void ahead.

This time however, she mused, the silence didn’t feel loaded and somehow had turned into something comforting. They had an actual plan and could focus on the upcoming mission. Everything was more or less under control. 

Miko felt like she finally had the time to study her companion. From the seat she was in, she noticed he was frowning deeply, and she could guess by that serious stern look on his face, he was thinking about the current bantha poodo he was in. 

She sat back in the co-pilot 's chair while keeping an eye on his side profile. She knew by now he had done some horrible things - based on her father's reaction - although she didn't know the exact details. 

Thinking back to the way he introduced himself to her with so much flair, his previous position within the military must’ve meant everything to him. The First Order was probably the only life he knew. And she doubted one could become a general by playing along nicely, so he probably has done and sacrificed a lot to get in that seat. 

Still, he betrayed all that. For what?

Her mind wandered back to the time he miraculously woke up beneath her, onboard the Steadfast . She really was convinced he was dead at the time. She could remember the shock she felt, when she unceremoniously had fallen down on his limp body. But the memory was blurred by the storm of emotions and adrenaline she went through that moment. 

Did I really somehow… revive him, like he said? How could that be even frigging possible?  

The girl looked at her hands and slowly turned them around, trying to see if something happened if she tensed the muscles in her fingers. 

Of course, it was to no avail, making her wonder if he was just making things up for some obscure reason. But why would he do that? 

Nothing made sense these past days . The chaos, violence, the unexpected get-away, everything was wearing her down.

She slowly looked back to the ex-general and noticed how his jaw was slightly moving. 

Was he grinding his teeth… again ? 

At this moment, she was absolutely positive this man was full of frustrations and looking at the bags under his bloodshot eyes and his pale skin, the stress was eating him slowly but surely. 

She closed her eyes. If she was not going to stop paying attention to him, she was going to start getting worked up as well, and that wouldn’t help them any further. 

After a short pause, Miko felt relatively at ease again and decided to follow Hux’ gaze, so she started staring at the hyperspace clouds as well. They were somehow enchanting, the slight rotation of the ship making the clouds swirl and giving the space outside a dreamy aura. 

Honestly, right now, this all felt like a bad dream. She had always wanted to leave Utapau Four behind, and she used to fantasise about steering her own ship, drifting through hyperspace, from system to system. Seeing the most beautiful parts of the galaxy. Looking for a place with more purpose to land. 

She once wished for adventure, but now, the sting of hastily having to say goodbye to her father, maybe for good, was reminding her that she wasn't living her dream. This was all too real and absolutely not how she wanted to leave her home behind. 

She felt the urge to cry slowly rising from her chest, but she refused to give in to those feelings, especially around that pompous manipulative asshole. She gulped and kept her head down, trying to find tranquillity once again.

Only a few seconds later, she noticed a small but very irritating noise originating from the left. She looked back at Hux, who was now grinding his teeth so loud she could hear it from her seat and it was not helping her current emotional state.

Kriff.

‘Could you please stop doing that?? It’s not good for both your teeth and my headache’, she said, grumbling, only then realising she was again talking before thinking things through. 

This frigging bastard had almost choked me to death, if it wasn’t for PC , she hastily reminded herself, cold sweat appearing on her backside.

But the next thought that entered her worked up mind, were those glassy eyes again. Almost instantly she felt her cheeks go red, betrayed by her own thoughts, so she swiftly diverted her attention to the other side of the shuttle and gulped. She sincerely hoped he wouldn't turn around and see the blush under the dim light.

Unfortunately, Hux decided to redirect his energy from destroying his teeth to destroying any hope for a normal conversation, and he slowly faced her. 

‘Just who do you think you’re talking to?’ he replied with a low voice, giving her a dangerous look, as if she had done something extremely rude. Her body already involuntarily responded to his words and made her turn her attention back to him, momentarily forgetting the blush and trying to process his rude comment.  

Was this the tone he normally used when a subordinate had messed up pretty bad? she absently considered, trying to find a way to explain that this reply was somehow socially acceptable in Worst Order context. 

But, despite trying to negate the brusqueness in what he just said, she could not get rid of the feeling that he was intimidating her, that was for sure. And, combined with the reason she had been blushing before, he was tearing her apart with these most confusing thoughts.

Right now, under his persistent, piercing gaze, she felt like she couldn’t breathe easily, feeling mixed emotions of anger, inadequacy from her part (and for what? He didn't have anything to expect from her), getting slightly terrified and some other burning feeling from her abdomen. One that matched well with her pink cheeks.

She abruptly closed her mouth and looked away with a defying glance. There was no good verbal response she could come up with, especially since she felt like he turned her into a mess so easily. 

This was a conversation she wouldn’t take any further, because it was going to end in the both of them shouting again, and maybe worse. 

The next few seconds, her discomfort only escalated further into distress. Miko felt like she was walking on thin ice, scared to accidentally provoke him. Not that she was convinced there were any actual triggers, but the thought of his hands around her throat tended to do that to her. So, she decided she didn’t want to stay in the same room with him any more and left the cockpit without a word.

Armitage watched Miko’s back when she retreated from the cockpit. He made notice of her posture, which wasn't reflecting her usual defiance. Unlike their other unfortunate encounters, she looked a bit resigned but mainly confused, most likely too emotionally disturbed to be thinking clearly. Her face looked a bit worked up, too.

Thinking back on what he just said to her, he may have been overreacting due to his train of thoughts. She didn't actually say something offensive, although it was much more straightforward than any other conversation he has had in the past years. 

Taking into account that she already looked off, he hoped she wasn’t going to do anything stupid because of his response.

Given her mood though, he opted not to go after her, and wait in the cockpit a little longer. The atmosphere was already loaded enough and he wasn't looking forward to more energy consuming drama or useless fights. 

He automatically turned his attention back to the hyperspace void in front of him and picked up where his thoughts were left, before her intermission. 

The stress started eating at him again. He wasn’t used to having time for anything, and now he sat there, waiting, counting the hours before he was to be delivered to the enemy, at his own suggestion, no less. 

Was he going to be able to break Ren? How much more did he need to give up so he could remove that idiot, who knocked him from his ambitious trajectory? Is it all going to be worth it and what's going to be left of the First Order in the end? Will there be a chance for him to start over and get in charge again?

There had to be, it was the only life he knew. He had been there, only a little five year old boy, when the Order rose from the ashes of the Empire. So many sacrifices, harsh decisions and risks were taken to become what they were. He personally had pushed himself to the limits, over the limits, sometimes to the brink of insanity, to achieve greatness for the First Order. 

His mind wandered further,  thinking back about the choices he made, the career path he chose and pushed himself forward for.  The way he crawled up to the chain of command.

Yes, corruption was within their ranks. He wasn’t clean of those tactics either, but that’s part of the game. He learned those tricks from his father. 

Armitage grimaced at the thought of the latter, and how he made sure the younger Hux understood his teachings. 

There’s no way one could keep his hands clean in achieving leadership. But at least, he knew how the giant war machine worked, something Ren lacked. They all underestimated him, they didn't understand how far he was willing to go and up till now that had always worked in his advantage. 

The empire had shown that a strong hand was imperative to attain peace, but it was too flawed. And with insane emotionally unstable idiots like Ren at the top, the First Order was risking the same end. Something had to be done.

But, after literally leaking the Emperor's message to the resistance and letting high ranked resistance members escape, will he ever be able to seize command? Maybe he did go too far, this time? 

 He didn’t have many allies left. Phasma perished as did Snoke. Lower officers like Mitaka could prove to be loyal to him, given Ren’s outbursts on the personnel. But in high command, he was losing popularity because of Starkiller and the Fulminatrix.

And then there was that huge factor he hadn’t taken into account properly. 

Pryde. 

He knew of the sick prick and his reserve forces, but none of the acting officers of the First Order out in the outer rim were aware of how Pryde had strengthened their numbers so fast. The so-called allegiant-general had become a powerful and influential player. Suddenly, the tables had turned and both Pryde and Ren almost succeeded in removing him from the board of command.

Then came Palpatine 's message, and it was as if it announced Hux's demise. Pryde convinced his loyal allegiant officers that going after the message would bring them significant strategic advantages, while Ren was not open for reason.  Hux was automatically on the other end of the bargain, and thus enemy number one within the Order's upper ranks. 

How convenient for both. 

He felt his palms grow sticky beneath his leather gloves. He could try to come up with alternative tactics, go over the scenarios over and over again, but he already knew in the back of his mind that there was no better option than the way too risky plan he had picked now.

His jaw felt stiff and was starting to hurt from the constant pressure, the sting bringing him back to the present. He sighed deeply and rubbed his nasal bone.

On second thought, getting into some drama or a fight with Miko suddenly feels much more appealing than drowning in these thoughtlines , he scoffed.

A/N: I'm ignoring Sloane for a minute because we don't know what happened to her, same goes for Thrawn. They will have a cameo later on though! I love them too much not to include them 🥰

[generalthirst]

In response to this little gem with @generalarmitagehugs, I simply had to write something because of this so here ya go. Yeah it's rushed and not edited at all but I had to type this out like right now.

Suggestive material below ⬇️

Your breaths came out in sharp exhales, swear making your skin damp, the silken sheets clinging to your bare body. You hadn't seen anything but blackness for... You honestly had no idea how long it had been in reality. It felt like ages since Armitage had tied the blindfold over your eyes. You'd certainly felt everything though. His touch was sinful and torturous in the best possible way. Soft and deliberate. Each stroke and caress with intent, altering accordingly based on your reactions.

He'd just brought you so close to the precipice only to deny you again. Your legs writhed, arms suspended over your head as you wailed in anguish when his hands left your skin. He quickly leaned forward to shush you and press tender kisses to your forehead.

"Shh... shh. Easy now." He cooed softly, you could still hear that pleased grin on his face as he stroked your cheek.

"I can't... Can't take anymore..." It came out in more of a whimper than you'd hoped for but your body couldn't handle much more, nor could your mind.

"Yes you can, kitten. I know you can. You're a good girl for me right?"

"Always!" You quickly answered.

"That's right. You can take one more for me can't you, kitten?" He purred into your ear sending a shudder down your spine.

"Yes, sir." You whined softly, not knowing if you truly could but willing to agree to his honeyed words despite yourself.

Armitage pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek. You could feel his smile against your skin and another moan slipped from your mouth as his sinful lips made their way down your body once more.