General Hux x Reader One-Shots

Expectations

Warnings: Strong language, mention of sexual themes

Summary: You were primed from birth to rule. Hailing from a prosperous political family, your journey to power wasn't traditional. It was brutal. General Hux wasn't prepared to handle you and your expectations of him. What began as a calculated political relationship became something you never thought possible. Your unexpected feelings made you weak, but your weakness bred influence. And in the end, that's what really mattered. 

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"When you're Emperor," You stretched languidly in bed, reaching through your fingers and toes. "What will come of me?"

The cushy bed sank as you sat up on your elbows, eyeing him with the look he'd come to associate with you wanting something of him.

General Hux unfastened his coat with a contemplative look. The stress lines in his face were still prominent from the day. He'd yet to relax, even minimally.

Though the clock read two in the morning, the planets, stars, and innumerable galaxies outside stalled time. Sleep had been intermittent since relocating permanently to the ship, partly from

abandoning the sun and moons of your home planet. In the wilds of space, night and day bled together into a never ending purgatory.

While waiting for your answer, you admired the glistening stars drifting by the oversized window. You shivered imagining the boundless expanse before you.

"Tell me, Senator," Hux placed his coat carefully in the closet before crawling towards you on the bed. He pushed himself into you, grabbing your hips, holding you in place. His fingers pressed into you possessively, forming light red indentations in your skin. "What have I yet to do to convince you I want only you at my side?"

You swallowed as his eyes trailed over your throat and shoulders. His muscles slowly relaxed as you ran your hands up and down his back, pushing hard against the rough knots that seemed to multiply by the day.

"Do you expect I beg?" His warm breath tickled at your neck from his harsh whisper in your ear. Hux pulled you up into him, kissing the delicate skin between your neck and ear. "Do you expect I kneel at your feet?"

"I expect your word," You grabbed his neck to force his stare. His chilling blue eyes searched yours for any hint of manipulation. "That no matter what you become. You remember who I am when it's just you and I."

"And what good is my word, Senator?" Hux said. "When I will do and promise anything to get what I deserve."

"You contradict yourself, General," You ran a cold hand through his slicked hair, jostling it out of place. It toppled into his eyes and you smiled fondly at the softness it afforded his face. "How can your word mean everything and nothing?"

"Your politics are worthless in the bedroom," Hux ran a hand under your head to tug at the soft hair at the nape of your neck.

"My politics are in the bedroom, Armitage," You continued displacing his hair to his great dismay. "How do you assume my family's maintained strong political clout for generations?"

"Political acumen and limitless pockets," Hux pulled you both into a sitting position and pushed your roaming hands from his hair. He tangled his fingers with yours to stop any further destruction of his hairstyle. "Why must you always downplay your political prowess?"

"Saying I fucked my way to the top is far more interesting," You smirked, admiring his pouting lips. "Or, people underestimate you that way, giving you an astonishing advantage. You'd think after eleven consecutive generations people would stop underestimating the Y/L/Ns. But they don't and it burns them every time." Passion scorched your eyes imagining the illustrious Senate floor and your innate ability to wrap anybody around your finger.