#armitage hux x female reader

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Drapetomania

Armitage Hux x F!Reader

Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

A/N: I am flying by the seat of my pants here. Posting schedule is a nope. Sorry folks. Thanks to @acrossthesestars for putting up with me.

Warnings: Feelings *insert Crowley gif*, otherwise not much. Whole fic is 🔞 minors DNI.

Word Count: 2993

Tagging: @lemongingerart @strangunddurm @princessxkenobi (if you would like to be added/removed let me know)

You hadn’t managed much sleep, still expecting the door to fly open and him to barge in. You were apprehensive leaving your room but it was early and no one was around as you headed down for breakfast. You ordered some tarine tea, letting the leaves brew, watching their essence bleed and colour the hot water.

His footsteps were so quiet you barely heard him, but a presence bloomed across your senses and you tensed. Armitage dropped his gloves onto the table and wordlessly slipped into the booth opposite you. Your pulse was thready at the scent of him, his hair still slightly damp from his shower, and you watched him drag a hand through the thick fiery locks. He didn’t look annoyed, in fact his expression was passive as he swept his eyes over the edge of the balcony and down to the atrium that was beginning to fill up. Multiple languages filtered up to where you were sitting, offering a comforting background noise to your silence.

Shifting slightly, you crossed your arms and spread your legs under the table, your gaze never leaving his face. Eventually his sea green eyes drifted to you and a tiny smirk began to grow at the corner of his lips. He cocked an eyebrow and sighed a little, his hand moving to tug on his trousers as he made himself comfortable.

“You’re mad at me.”

“What gave you that impression?” You asked tilting your head to the side.

“You could look happier to see me,” he eased himself forward to lean on the table, his leather coat creaking with the motion. “You forget, I know all your expressions.”

“Hmm,” you leaned forward to match his position. Your hand reached to toy with the clear pot between you both, steam rose as you lifted the lid and the bitter yet fresh aroma of the tea curled into the air. “I got your favourite.”

“Yes, I can see that.” You went to grab the spoon and put the lid down but he grabbed your wrist. “What are you doing?” You levelled your gaze at him, refusing to acknowledge the way your pulse was pounding under his fingers as he tightened his grip. Feeling his bare skin against yours sent goosebumps up your arm and you had to control your breathing.

“I was going to stir it,” you told him, pleased to hear your voice was steady.

“I think I now know why you disliked it all those years ago.” He pulled away, his fingertips just trailing along the top of your hand, and you lifted a finger to keep the contact as long as possible, a motion he registered with the quick flicker of his gaze. “You don’t stir it, watch.” You watched the liquid flow from the clear pot, the leaves and berries remaining at the bottom, the darker colour of the drink filtering slowly with the hot water into the cup. He poured two cups, sliding one across to you which you picked up.

“To long awaited reunions,” you said quietly and Hux tipped his head slightly at your words before you both took a drink. The sweetness of the fruit tickled the edges of your tongue, while the bitterness of the leaves prickled the middle, both chased up with the freshness of mint, bringing your entire mouth alive. Rolling your lips against your teeth you rubbed your tongue against the roof of your mouth in an attempt to savour the unique flavour, nodding a little. Yes, this was much better than what you remembered.

“I hate it when you’re right.” The smile that he gave you made your whole heart skip a beat. He leaned back in his seat, draping his arm across the back off the booth and looked down at the atrium.

“We should be coming up to our first stop.”

“I haven’t actually looked at the destination list,” you admitted.

“First we visit an old space station, a garden in the middle of nowhere.”

“A garden?”

Armitage sipped his tea, still watching the movement of bodies below. “Apparently it used to be an Amaxine space station, abandoned until someone found it and decided to make money on it.” He finished his cup and stood up. “Come on, I hate crowds.” He grabbed his gloves and held out a hand, which you took. His skin was different, more callused than you remembered, but still as comforting and warm. Blood rushed to your head, making you giddy as he tugged you through the now heaving cantina.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to beat the rush.” He was leading you down empty corridors until you happened upon an airlock. You pulled him to a stop at the viewport, your eyes widening as you took in the immensity of the space station outside.

It was the size of a small planet, covered in a shield to protect it from the vacuum of space. You could see the wealth of growth within the sphere, all manner of greens and blues blending together to create something you could stare at all day. Large rings were suspended around the garden and you could see the intricate lattice of walkways that all led into it.

“Why is no one else here?” You asked curiously.

“They’re going to get everyone else to use shuttles to dock at the other airlocks. This one is for emergencies,” he told you absently, gazing down at the space station as it looked closer.

“We’re an emergency, are we?”

“Rather, preferential access.” You studied his side profile, admiring the stroke of his nose. His stubble was more pronounced today and you found yourself following the line of it across his jawline and cheek. He noticed you staring, turning to gaze down as you unconsciously drew closer to him.

“You upgraded my room.”

“I couldn’t have my girl dwelling with the ruffians,” he murmured and you turned away, hoping to disguise the fact his words had created a heat to creep under your skin. He used to call you that all the time, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world, until the guilt washed over you.

The prospect of telling Hux about Poe had been gnawing at you, something you’d been able to ignore in the rush of excitement. But now, you could feel the desire to fall into this man’s arms growing and along with that came the culpability.

“We’ve nearly connected,” you observed. Sure enough, the massive ship settled perfectly into place, the air locks magnetizing together, creating an airtight seal. Armitage moved, swiping his band along the scanner only for the light to turn green and the airlock to open. You followed the swish of his coat as he led you down the walkway. Your hand trailed against the clear panels, feeling the biting chill of space, and for a second you nearly lost your mind over the realization that only this thick transparisteel was keeping you from being sucked into the deep black. Stars twinkled innocently, ever watching jewels in the incomprehensible cosmos, and yet again you were reminded how small and insignificant you were in the huge emptiness that constantly surrounded you.

“Are you ready?” He asked and you nodded.

You were the first ones in. The first shuttle had only just left the flight deck of the Halcyon. Entering the space station, the first thing you noticed was the humidity. Moisture beaded on your skin like it had missed human contact. The heat was oppressive and weighty, burning the inside of your lungs until your body adjusted. You could hear fauna, strange cries echoed from the towering foliage. Plants of all shapes and sizes littered the area around you, tall trees that had your head tilting right back, to small bushes with pretty, delicate flowers that you had to step over. You could hear the burble of running water, the soft trickle as it coursed almost unseen through the green. It was like you were in an oasis with Hux and the two of you were the only humans in existence. Your sense of awe had you touching everything you could reach, weaving between the plants to see the different flowers and their vibrant colours. Some you knew the names of, others you had never seen before as you studied the patterns on the leaves.

Reaching out, you trailed a hand over a wide flat leaf that rested at waist height. Armitage walked a little way ahead of you, looking back over his shoulder to watch you every now and again, a strange expression on his face before he turned away. He paused to tease a moss covered stone with his boot. Catching him up easily, you slipped a hand into his, elation coursing through you as he gripped you tightly back.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quietly.

He huffed a small breath through his nose, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly and you wondered if he was going to ignore your question.

“Memories.”

You both slipped into quiet contemplation. Your strides matched perfectly as you walked, your hands connecting you for the second time in years. You spiraled between happiness that he was here and alive, countered by the twisting sadness for what you had left behind. Had you fully left Poe behind? The idea of acknowledging that had you sucking a heated breath down, but you were pulled from it when Hux stopped. He seemed to be warring with himself, his hand twitched in your grasp as he stared down the path.

“Armitage?” Focus returned to his gaze and he looked at you. The intensity had a shiver trickle down your spine, like someone had run an icy finger along the groove. He stepped closer, his chest just touching yours and you heaved in another nervous breath. You recognised that look, the need in his eyes as he slipped a hand up the column of your neck, splaying his fingers along the side of your face. Your heart tripped over itself, the air suddenly cloying and thick as he tugged you even closer. Your body obeyed, your mind going blank at the idea of feeling his lips against yours after all this time. His face dipped closer, your eyes fluttering in anticipation when your lips moved of their own accord.

“I’m married.”

His reaction was instant, a slight squeeze to your throat as he pulled back. Shock marred his features and for a moment you were both frozen in an odd sort of limbo. You licked the corner of your mouth, stunned that you’d even said it outloud, right now of all times. He released you with a soft shove, his face once again a blank mask.

“I didn’t mean to blurt it out.”

“Who managed to persuade you to marry?” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice and it fractured your heart.

“I mean,” you started with a shrug, “Does it matter?”

He scoffed and walked a few paces away, running a hand through his hair.

“He kept that hidden,” you heard him mutter.

“I’m sorry…”

“I remember you telling me marriage was something you’d never consider.” He half turned to look back at you. “So I never asked.”

“Armitage!” But he disappeared through the flora, his footsteps fading away and leaving you amongst the beauty of nature - not that you saw any of it now. “Fucking stars,” you seethed quietly.

You didn’t see him again, filtering back to the cruiser with the majority, barely taking in your surroundings as you let the crowd sweep you along.

Your boots felt heavy as you trudged back to your room, the door closing behind you. You didn’t get far, falling into a chair at the table and picking up your old data pad. The screen came to life at your touch, so many messages to scroll through- all from Poe. You didn’t read them. Your unfocused gaze slid over the blur, but a new message popped up and you straightened in your seat. Clicking it you waited for the programme to decode the message only for a single phrase to leap out at you.

Your husband knows where you are.

A knock on your door had the pad falling from your hands to slam into the table and you stared at the moveable panel over your shoulder in horror. The idea that Poe could be on the other side made you want to flee, but you were trapped here, nowhere to go or hide without escaping through that door. The knock came again, more insistent this time and you pulled the blaster from your holster. Setting it to stun, you approached the door, holding the blaster at your side in case you needed to draw it quickly.

You let out a sigh of relief when you recognised the shock of ginger hair, grabbing his collar and hauling him into your room before he could even open his mouth. You eyed the corridor quickly not seeing anything unusual, you lowered the blaster and let the door close.

“What is the meaning of this?” He demanded, straightening his coat and tunic with jerky movements.

“They’re coming.” You holstered the blaster and strode towards the table, putting the datapad back in your bag and threading an arm through the strap.

“Who?”

Approaching him you saw the way he stiffened at your closeness. Your comment from earlier hung between you like a cobweb, fragile and connective. But noticeable.

“Can we go to your room? I feel like a caged tooka in here.”

“Will you tell me what’s going on?”

“Only if you get me the fuck out of this room, Armitage!”

He sighed, gesturing to the door. You opened it and he peered out. Motioning it was clear, you both walked quickly, your hand hovering over the butt of your blaster. He led you to the other side of your level, scanned his band and stepped aside to let you slip past him into the room. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it was the same layout as yours, same colouring, same items, same one bed.

You knew he was watching as you slipped the datapad from your bag. A new message from Poe was there waiting to be read, but you couldn’t bring yourself to click it. Your insides felt like they were dithering; anxiety wasn’t something you felt very often and honestly you already hated it. Being unsure got you killed.

Breathing deeply, you concentrated on your hands. The trembling eased along with the shivering of your body. If the threat of Poe finding and taking you home created this reaction you dreaded to think what would happen if he actually found you. Armitage sat at the table, his long legs stretched out, and he pointedly stared at the chair you were hunched over.

“Where shall I start?” You muttered, ungracefully flopping into the chair with a sigh.

“Start with who is coming after you.”

“My husband,” you whispered with a wince, leaning your head heavily in your hand. You could feel the pause, the tang of disappointment and resentment at those words radiated from Hux.

“Who is he?” He asked with a sneer. You glanced up at him, his eyes were trained on his gloves as he fiddled with the leather in his grasp.

“Armitage…,” His fingers stilled to curl aggressively and crush the leather. His lips were set into a firm line and you sat up. “Fine.” He jerked slightly at the force of your tone, your mind already racing with what you could tell him. “But if I tell you things I expect the same in return.” His face bunched with irritation and he tossed the gloves with a slap onto the table, crossing his arms. “Well?”

“All right!” He snapped. “I will answer your questions to the best of my ability.” Taking an unsteady breath you started.

“When you left Arkanis, we left shortly after. We travelled with smugglers for a time, which led to my father dealing with some unsavoury people who he couldn’t pay.” Shifting uncomfortably you recalled the hideousness of the Ring of Kafrene. “So they demanded me as payment.” You heard the soft inhale as he processed what you’d just said. “They worked for the Black Sun. They soon found out I wouldn’t take anything lying down,” you swallowed at the irony of your words. Memories you’d been repressing were trying to burst forth, but you kept the lid on that box tightly closed. “Anyway, I was useful. I worked for them. I paid off my parents' debts but then I decided to stay.”

“What, why?” You shrugged, your hands gripping the edge of your data pad.

“They offered paying work and soon they became all I knew.” Your voice was devoid of emotion, as though you recalled the hollowed out husk they moulded you into.

“Doing what?”

“I was an enforcer,” you whispered. Your gaze blurring as he cursed. Tipping back in his chair he rubbed both hands over his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Where the fuck were you?” The screech was loud and neither of you were prepared for it, your words scorching the air around the pair of you. “I searched and searched. I looked for you in everyone I saw. I was losing myself, ripping pieces of my soul away with each job until…until he found me.” Your eyes darted over the screen of the pad, the message notification still glaringly obvious on the screen. “He made me see what I was doing and how it was ruining me - and he gave me an alternative.”

“So go back to him.” You looked up to see Armitage staring at you, his expression twisted into something you didn’t recognise. Was it disgust? At you?

“I—,” why didn’t you? Your thumb brushed over the notification and you watched with wide eyes as the message popped up.

I’m coming to get you.

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[theravenclawlover]

🎃Kinktober Day 2🎃

Day Prompt: Daddy & Mommy/Fucking Machine/ Rimming

Word Count: 346

Warnings: +18 (MDI), “C” word usage, female reader, mommy kink, dom/sub content.

Armitage Hux x F!Reader

General Hux had a very well known reputation amongst his inferiors, his equals, and his superiors. And all of them could agree that General Hux was a man that liked to be in charge. There was no denying that. Even the brooding Kylo Ren knew it—not like he cared—but Hux was a man that knew what to do the minute he put on his pristine and reputable uniform: General Hux of the First Order was a man that oozed power.

But behind the heavy steel doors of his quarters that title didn’t hold any importance where you were concerned.

Technically, you were nothing but someone he could boss around when he strutted his precious Commanding Bridge, but the second you two were alone, you were the one he answered to. You were the one who bossed him around, took care of him, the only one to see the ginger man break out from such commanding attitude. Armitage Hux was nothing but your good boy.

“You’re doing so good baby,” you moaned as your hands dug into his usually pristine hair. There was nothing more satisfying that being the reason the harsh General quivered in need.

Hux was indeed being good to you. His eager tongue and mouth had learned just how to please you, he now knew what made you quiver. Instead of being taunted into learning how to be a good boy, he now received praised for his good work.

You pulled his head away from your cunt, making him whimper. You chuckled.

“Like pleasing mommy, don’t you?” you asked with a mocking pout, his eyes eyeing your wet cunt with hunger. He looked up through his pale lashes.

“Yes, I like pleasing you,” he moaned out as your nails softly scraped his scalp. “I like to please you, mommy.”

“Then get back to it,” you said pushing his head back into your cunt.

You could feel him mumbling words against you as his tongue eagerly lapped at you. You chuckled before throwing your head back letting him eat you out until you had your fill. “My good boy.”

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[allzelemonz]

Star Wars Masterlist

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Amitage Hux

The Prince: Armitage Hux X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 4: Arranged Marriage Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘prince’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Foundation of a queer platonic relationship, marriage for politics, aroace Hux and Reader, asexual bonding, sex/romance repulsion Summary: The First Order needs a strong alliance to beat the Resistance out of your system. Your government agrees, so long as there is a strong tie between the two governments. Armitage Hux receives an order from Supreme Leader Snoke himself.

Commander Cody

The Commanding General: Commander Cody X NSG Reader (1, 2, 3, 4)

(To be reviewed to standard)

Crosshair

Warning Shot: Crosshair X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Don’t Go (1, 2, 3)

(To be reviewed to standard)

Darth Maul

NSFW Alphabet

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: Both, see separated breaks for whichever works for you Rating: M/Smut Warnings: Sex, biting, injury/bleeding, oral, cum, mentions of starting a family (breeding kink for Female reader and adoption for Male reader), used underwear kink, rough sex

A Simple Life: Darth Maul X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Acolyte Series (Male Reader) Part 1: Under A Master, Parts 2: Fooling The Master

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Mitth'raw'nuruodo (Thrawn)

Mitth'raw'nuruodo X Male Reader

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Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padawans: Obi-Wan Kenobi X Male Reader

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Armitage Hux X Male Reader X Kylo Ren

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Alexsandr Kallus X Male Reader X Mitth'raw'nuruodo

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Maul X Gender Neutral Reader X Savage

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[ao3feed--kylux]

Immortal

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/hxcM1Et

by urfavstargirl

Based upon the request:

Hi, could you do a kylo ren x reader, the reader is a powerful, beautiful woman, she is a force user with a yellow light saber, she is a queen also she helps the first order, she is secretly in command over snoke because he is afraid of her power. She is also immortal and every one,allies or annemies, respect her they bow and call her queen or your grace. And kylo ren is in love, he is obsesse with her, he could do anything for her but he doesnt show it even though he cant help it. Hux is also in love with the reader but shows it with jokes and give her the help that she needs. Kylo ren and hux are making fun of each other because every time that the reader is beside any of them and talk to them, they are clearly nervous and stutter. So obviously the reader knows about the feelings of the two men but doesnt do anything about it because of the immortal thing.

Words: 3244, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Reader, Kylo Ren/You, Kylo Ren/Original Female Character(s), Kylo Ren & You, Kylo Ren & Reader, Armitage Hux & Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Original Character(s), Armitage Hux/Reader, Armitage Hux & Reader, Armitage Hux/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst and Romance, Angst, Immortality, Queen!Reader, Possibly Unrequited Love

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[starlightsearches]

Hi Star! from the not-so-SFW prompts, maybe 1 +4 please? Thank you so much my friend! 🤩💖

Hey Irma, thanks for the request!

Hux x reader (f)

Requests are open ✨ (but slow-going)

1. I’m gonna fill you up to the brim,” and 4. “don’t talk with your mouth full,” from the top/dom prompt lists

Warnings: Dom! Hux, Sub! reader, vibrator use, oral (m receiving), over-stimulation, name-calling, facial, semi-public play, I don't remember what else so let me know if I missed anything!

The muscles in your fingers ache, hands clenched so hard at your sides you think your bones may splinter. Your toes curl inside your boots, thighs shaking, and you focus on taking deep breaths—quiet as you can—the blood rushing from your head, leaving you dizzy and faint.

You've been on edge for too long. You'll lose your mind if this continues.

Across the bridge, General Hux smirks, giving the remote in his hand a subtle twist. Your lips part of their own accord, the vibrator nestled just inside your slick entrance reaching a new peak before returning to a subtle rumble and slowly growing silent.

You can feel every minute of it—this game you've decided to play—every swallowed moan and stolen chance of pleasure stored in your aching core, begging to be released.

Taking a deep breath, you glance out of the corner of your eye. If the officer beside you notices anything amiss, he doesn't let on, his expression almost bored as he monitors the empty expanses of space for non-existent threats. The vibrator is quiet, at least; you're glad you haven't spilled your little secret with a wanton sigh or trembling hand.

Maybe he'd like that. Maybe the general is waiting for the moment you break—wants everyone to see you crumble under the weight of the pleasure he gives you, wants to watch them watching you, sweat-slicked and possessed, writing in an ecstasy only he can bring. Maybe he wants them all to know that you belong to him.

It's an intriguing idea, and your cunt clenches as the vision plays out, but you know him too well.

He wants you all to himself.

You do your best to school your features as you make your approach, but it's no use. You can't help the way your face goes soft when you look at him—the admiration in your eyes, the soft parting of your lips, memories like sugar on your tongue when you think about every way he's loved you.

His eyes latch on to yours, smug, the vibrator humming with triumph, singing against your skin. You don't break your stride or his gaze.

"General Hux," you begin, your mouth dry and voice shaking, "may I speak to you for a moment in your office? It's a matter of some urgency." He pauses, reading you. Maybe he's impressed you've lasted this long.

Or maybe he's planning on teasing you for a little while longer.

Either way, he nods, gesturing for you to lead the way, following just a little too close behind to be considered appropriate.

If anyone one on the bridge notices, they don't speak until you after you're out of the room.

The door to his office closes behind you, and you let it support your weight, your muscles too sore to hold you upright any longer.

He pretends as not to notice, adjusting his gloves before turning to face you. "What did you want to speak with me about, lieutenant?"

“Please," you swallow past the lump in your throat, "I need to cum. I need it."

His shoulders drop, lips pressed together with a pitying smile, his eyes tracing your features with a scalpel's precision. “I don’t think you’ve earned it, pet.”

The vibrator rumbles, and your eyes fall closed, listening to the taps of his shoes as he stalks closer. You could end this, right now. You could let the word fall from your quivering lips and he'd drop the facade immediately, pulling you into his arms and coaxing the sweetest heights out of you, his lips pressing gentle apologies against your skin.

You lick your lips instead, putting all your focus into your next words. “What can I do?”

“I want you—" he presses in closer, the heat of his body heavy against your own but his his knuckles light as a whisper when he strokes them down the length of your cheek, his breath feathering through your hair, "—on your knees.”

Oh thank gods. You meet his gaze, his dilated pupils swallowing the color from his eyes, turning them dark behind gilded lashes. His hand stays on your cheek as you shift to the floor, and you focus on that rather than the sting of the durasteel against your skin.

“Look at you, eager little thing,” he whispers, pressing two fingers against your lips until they part, and you taste leather, gagging slightly as he slides his digits between your teeth.

He hums, disappointed, dragging his slick fingers from your mouth, encasing your jaw in his hand, pulling your chin higher so he can look in your eyes when he leans in close.

“Is that the best you can do? I had expected more.”

Your words are stolen from your throat when the vibrator sparks to life again, the intensity quickly rising until you're staring into the abyss at the back of your eyelids.

"Does that feel good?"

Your cunt drips, soaking into the fabric of your uniform. You can only hum in response, haphazardly shifting on your knees, aching for more contact, more pressure.

He shifts his grip against your jaw, smearing more of your spit over your cheek. "Are you sure? What if you could have my cock instead?"

You buck your hips forward, grateful his office is sound-proofed to the outside when you hear the desperation in your whine.

"Please."

"I'll be so good to you. I'll fill you up to the brim—" he pets his hand over your hair, gripping tight at the back of your neck, his lips almost on yours. The buzz of the vibrator fills you, overtaking every other sense, and you're there, at the peak, waiting to fall over onto the other side.

"Later."

It's all ruined. The vibrator goes still.

There must be tears on your cheeks, because he clears them away with both hands, cupping your face between his palms. You see the question in the deep green of his eyes—is this okay?—the silent worry that he might be taking this too far. You nod against his grasp.

"I'm just trying to provide some motivation," he whispers, pressing the softest kiss against your cheek. You reach for the fastener on his pants, pressing your hands tight against his body to keep your fingers from shaking.

His neck stretches to the ceiling high above you, but you still hear that gasp when you grip his cock, your feverish skin meeting his own. He's harder than you've ever seen him, his dick flushed a deep purple like a bruise. It makes your mouth water.

Your lips encompass the tip, licking a firm stripe over the slit, letting the salt of him spread through your mouth.

“Good girl,” he breathes, taking the back of your head in his hand, pulling your closer, “now choke on it.”

His dick hits the back of your throat, halting the breath in your lungs, and you gag on the excess spit that floods past your cheeks and pools at the corners of your lips.

His hand encases the back of your head and he groans. “Such a perfect little slut for me.”

Gods. He's never like this; never mean, never so demanding. You're fighting to breathe, your throat squeezing involuntarily around the head of his dick as he fucks into your mouth with harsh thrusts, moans like sin echoing off the walls.

He must be close. You can feel it in his fingers, gripping tighter in your hair, buried against your scalp, hear it in the groans he tries to keep locked behind gritted teeth. But more than anything, you know it's true when the vibrator roars back to life, blurring out every minor pain with a roaring pleasure.

You whine around his cock, the sound muffled by the weight of it. It's too much, too fast, but there are no words for what you're feeling, just sticky tears and fragmented moans.

He silences you with a soft tug at your roots. "Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Your orgasm rips through you, pouring in pleasure, leeching the strength from your limbs until he's supporting most of your weight, holding you by the back of the neck.

It only takes a few more strokes before he finishes, hot ropes of cum sticking to your skin, pooling against your lashes, melting into your hair.

You don't have the energy to stand, but he finds his way to your level, laying down beside you on his office floor. His skin sticks to yours, mouth urgent and searching.

"Thank you," he whispers, brushing his thumb over your skin, cleaning his spend from your cheek. He presses the digit against your tongue, letting you taste the tang of his pleasure. It's not just the release that he's thanking you for, but the vulnerability. The trust you placed in him. He's not saying it, but you know what he means. There's love in that trust. Love in the way he strokes a hand over your hair, the soft smile on his lips.

He loves you. The feeling is mutual. It's enough to bring tears to your eyes.

You smile, press a kiss to his cheek. "Don't mention it."

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Stay, I Pray You (1/5)

Armitage Hux/Fem!Reader 

Available on AO3

Summary: Fifteen years after the decline of the Hosnian Empire in Russia after the death of the Romanov Royal Family, rumours have surfaced that the last the long-lost grand duchess Anastasia is alive. Hoping to claim the reward that the Dowager Empress has offered for her, Kylo and Hux plan to bring a look-alike to the Empress. Their plans -- and Hux’s heart -- are soon compromised in their journey, when they find you. 

A/N:  Hello my friends! This story has been on my mind since last year but I finally got around to writing it, I'm really excited! This is of course inspired by the 1997 movie, "Anastasia" with some references to the musical adaptation as well. Just a heads up, since I'll be updating as I write, updates may be a little slow, but don't worry, the story is all planned out already! <3 As always, this is unbeta-ed and english isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes please let me know, x

 rating: Teen & up (may change) 

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1916, Hosnian Prime, Russia.

It happened once upon a december, when the territories of the Hosnian Empire of Russia -- Cardota, Courtsillius and Rayshoo -- gathered at the capital. It was Hosnia's tricentennial, and the air was full of cheer and elegance, everywhere one looked. Shimmering lights reflected on every crystalline surface -- in vases and jewelry and decorations -- creating flickering embers all around the palace. Colors whirled around like rainbows, from the skirts of all the dancing ladies and the mantels where lavish feasts were served. The palace was truly a wonderland -- a majestic haven filled with warmth, in contrast to the snowstorm outside.

Amidst the crowd of thousands, there was the princess, sitting by the Dowager Empress’ throne, uncaring about the guests when she had the attention of her grandmother all to herself.

Young Armitage Hux had been observing from one of the dessert carts. The princess looked beautiful in her dark blue gown. Yet again, he didn’t remember a time since he’s known her, when he didn’t think she was the prettiest. He thought that even in his finest suit and with his ginger hair all properly combed, he couldn’t ever be worthy -- not ever, being the bastard child of General Brendol Hux.

“ARMIE!” Ben’s sudden ambush pulled Armitage’s eyes from the princess. Ben was the son of Senator Leia Organa and General Han Solo. His family was entirely on the political opposite of his, but that was completely irrelevant to the two boys. For always accompanying their parents to events like this one, at 15 years old they were already inseparable.

“Are you going to dance with the princess tonight!? Ben teased.

“Stop it! I’m not doing that!” Armie whined; despite him denying his crush, Ben knew better, and seemed determined to encourage his friend to go beyond his comfort zone and approach her.

“It is now or never, Armie! Go ask her to dance!” Ben playfully shoved him around by the collar of his coat.

“No!” Armie squished Ben’s cheeks in retaliation.

“You might never get another chance!”

Suddenly the lights went out. The mirth died down and the crowd parted as three figures emerged, stomping through the marble floors with a greenish, supernatural mist enveloping them. The figure in the middle looked like a skeleton with its flesh barely hanging on its bones, cloaked in dark robes and short hair as white as the snow outside; the soldier beside him wore a steely helmet that covered his entire face, and the one opposite him was robust with blood-shot eyes and ginger hair, much like Armie’s.

“Palpatine!?” The Hosnian Emperor came forth. “What is the meaning of this!? You’re supposed to be dead!”

“I have died before. Dark magic is a path to many abilities. You should’ve never betrayed me” his raspy voice croaked as he lifted a boney finger to Emperor Nicholas.

Palpatine had been the right hand man of the Emperor for many years before, until rumours spread that he was an evil sorcerer. The Emperor had exiled him to the badlands in Mustafar but when Palpatine resisted, he was ordered to be killed. That he had cheated dead was impossible...unless the rumours had been true.

“The Revolution begins now, Nicholas! Hear my curse!” Lighting cracked from Palpatine’s fingers as he roared, “Your reign ends here! I will not rest until your entire family dies by my hand! My army will take Hosnian Prime! The dawn of a new era arrives!” The lightning struck the grand chandelier which instantly fell to pieces, forcing the people to scamper madly. Ben and Armie got lost in the sea of people, unable to get to their parents in time.

“COMMANDER VADER, GENERAL HUX, EXECUTE THE ORDER!”

A chill ran down Ben and Armie’s spine as they recognized that the helmeted ghoul that was pulling out a sword to behead Emperor Nicholas was Ben’s grandfather, and that Armie’s dad was the pillar of the undead soldiers that spread all over the room to annihilate the the rest of the Romanovs.

Both kids took each other’s hands and ran in search of their mothers but the panicked masses of people made it impossible for them to find their way around the ballroom. Instead, they ran straight into the Dowager Empress and her granddaughter.

“Come with us!” Armie urged, taking the princess’ hand and hurrying to one of the many escape doors that he and Ben had discovered in their years of play inside the Palace. But the crowd was like a colony of ants crawling all over each other and delaying the swift exit for everyone else.

“My music box!” The princess wept as someone bumped into her and made her drop what looked like an intricate faberge egg.

“Run along, I’ll get it!” Armie yelled, but someone collided with Ben and Armie, making them fall into darkness.

The last thing Armie saw was his sweetheart and her grandmother, running out into the snow, and his last conscious thought was a vague prayer for her to be safe.

By the time they awakened, the Palace was completely barren.

Gone was the light and the laughter, replaced by shadows and torn walls. The boys made it to the snowstorm outside, but knew no more of their families or the royals. Only the far away sound of a train’s blowing steam as it left the station, and the cries of a woman, desperately screaming for Anastasia --

-- “EARTH to Hux! Are you listening to me!?” Kylo bumps his shoulder with Hux’s, who had been dozing off as they sat slumped on two old chairs, waiting for the next actress on their casting call.

“Piss off, Ren!” Hux swallows his yawn and pushes Kylo’s hands away from him, uncrossing his legs from atop the table in front of them.

Hux often dreamt of that time -- of that fateful night, fifteen years ago. He had buried those memories long ago, and still they haunted his dreams every now and again.

He doesn’t like to remember.

But ever since the rumours surfaced of Anastasia Romanov being alive, and that the Dowager Empress had put out a reward for whoever found her granddaughter, those thoughts had been creeping into his head more frequently.

He doesn’t like to remember how he and Ben never found their families. Yet they lived for a long time with the weight of having seen what Brendol and Vader had done -- that they were the children of Palpatine’s revolution. Ben even changed his name to Kylo Ren, not being able to carry his ancestry anymore.

They survived from one foster home to another until they aged out completely, thus becoming wanted con-men in Hosnian Prime. They had to eat somehow. Times were bleak and people seemed to survive out of the everyday gossip alone.

Now they were working towards their greatest scheme yet.

All they needed was an Anastasia look-alike, and they'd be able to bathe in those glorious, ten million rubles that had been promised by the Empress. Only time was wearing thin and their search had been disappointing to say the least.

“By God, this is depressing” Hux grumbles as he stands up and stretches -- his groan of pain echoes throughout the hollow Grand Palace.

For someone with such excellent posture he always seems to be fighting off some kind of back pain, which Kylo sees as an opportunity to tease him for, every time.

Hux just smacks him in the head, “How many left?”

“Ughhh, two, I think” Kylo replies, rubbing his palms on his face. “Fuck, Hux, what are we gonna do if we don’t find someone today? This is our last chance.”

“Let’s hope these next two girls are decent enough. Not like the one that kept saying Ana Karenina instead of Anastasia.” Hux rolls his eyes.

“At this point you’ll have to pray for a miracle.”

Hux scoffs and nods reluctantly, gazing off at the empty, decaying ballroom; he can’t help but grimace at the contrast between the present and what he’d seen in his dream earlier. “I’ll go take a little walk, want to join me?”

“Nah, I’ll wait in case one of the girls arrives.”

“Suit yourself.”

Where there was once vivid colors, now there’s nothing but desaturated, ripped fabrics that barely cling to the walls and dust-covered furniture. The marble floors are all cracked, and Hux could trace his foot through them, like scars from the past.

He’s certain that spirits haunt this place, when he looks up at the old portraits of the Romanovs.

If he’d concentrate hard enough, he’d hear their footsteps or their sorrowful cries or maybe their ghostly silhouettes, spinning around the room like they once did in their last dance.

That’s when he stills.

There’s a lone figure beneath the painting that overlooks the main ballroom -- dressed in a ratty trench coat, with their hair up in disarray.

“Who are you!?” he calls, and his voice rumbles through the palace, making the figure screech and turn around.

“Oh! Uhh -- I -- are you Armitage Hux?”

“Who’s asking!?”

The figure walks closer to him, and with every step, Hux’s heartbeat picks up. For each of this unknown woman’s features seems all too familiar, especially when he looks up at the painting and sees her -- the princess, just as he remembered her.

Could a face remain so unchanged, after fifteen years?

But it couldn’t be, could it? It had been a long time ago. And the name you give him when you introduce yourself is not the one of the departed princess.

“I’m looking for traveling papers. I was told you were the one to see about that -- although I’m not supposed to say who told me.”

“Traveling papers?” Hux reaches the bottom of the grand staircase, looking up at you.

Disregarding his beating heart, the lightbulb in his brain goes off. Well it obviously couldn’t be, but their resemblance is uncanny, which...

“Yes! I’m going to France! Naboo to be more precise.”

“Naboo, huh? Well it just so happens that me and my partner have exactly three tickets for the next train to Naboo, right at our disposal...” Hux smirks, quickly slipping into the sly and shady character he’s created for situations like this. Of course they didn’t have jack-shit.

Yet.

“Oh you do!? Those are marvelous news--”

“--The thing is, the third one is reserved for the grand duchess Anastasia.”

“Oh?”

“Hux, what’s going on!?” Kylo arrives and halts at the scene before him, eyes quickly picking up the very same thing that Hux had upon looking at you. “Hey, who’s this?”

“Well actually, you haven’t given me your last time” Hux turns to you.

“Oh well, I-- I don’t have one. I’m actually looking for my family. All I have left of them is this locket,” you reach Hux and pull the golden necklace around your neck for him to see the inscription thar read, “together in Naboo”.

“I don’t remember anything about them, I was found in the snow when I was thirteen. But I believe that this right here is the clue to find my family.”

“Huh. Hear that, Ren? She doesn’t remember who she is.” Hux raises his eyebrows.

“And no one knows what happened to her...” Kylo adds with the same amount of mischief in his voice. Numbers are clearly flashing between the comrade’s eyes.

“Just what are you talking about?” You huff with exasperation at their vague exchange and the way they were eyeing you upside down.

“And stop staring at me like that, what, were you vultures in another life!? If you can’t help me I can get by on my own, thanks for nothing!”

“No, no, no, wait a second, wait a second!” Kylo interjects. “Listen, we’re looking to get out of this dump, right? and you got Empress Marie, looking for her lost granddaughter, am I right? And you look exactly like her, doesn’t she, Hux? Look!” Kylo points to the painting above them, and you follow his finger.

As you step closer to the painting you’re overcome with an indescribable feeling tugging at your heart. You’re unsure if you can see yourself in the eyes of the child depicted in the portrait, or if it’s just a trick of the mind because you hopelessly wish to belong -- mixed with how this dark haired man is talking to you, oh so persuasively.

“If you don’t know what happened to you, who's to say you’re not Anastasia!? We bring you in front of the Empress and there! We’re all out of here and onto our next adventure.”

“I mean...it’s hard to think of yourself as royalty when you’ve been sleeping on a cold floor all your life.”

“Think of this as a new beginning.” Hux adds, having kept quiet while Kylo took over the conversation. Somehow those bright greyish-green eyes contain so much hope -- that you’re almost tempted to give in, just by looking at him.

“What if the Empress doesn’t buy it?” you resist.

“We’ll teach you everything you need to know to make a believable impression! Trust us!” Kylo replies, while Hux chimes in with all the seriousness and composure that Kylo didn’t have, “Grand duchess or not, you’d still be in Naboo.”

They certainly made a good case. Were you really going off with these two strangers, all for the unbearable need to seek answers? The odds were so slim, and still…just like Armitage had said, whatever happens, you’d still get to Naboo.

“Alright, alright, alright, I’ll do it.”

“YES!” Kylo exclaims and puts his arm around you, “Empress Marie, I present to you, the Grand Duchess Anastasia! -- Oh, and I’m Kylo, by the way.”

You can’t help but laugh at Kylo’s enthusiasm, and embrace whatever fate might bring you next.

With your bags packed and coats in place, you

As you make your way out of the Palace at nightfall, with your bags packed and spirits up, Kylo and Hux share a conspiratory glance unbeknownst to you.

Best if you don’t know what’s actually in it for them.

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From a cracked nook in the Palace’s floors, when the three of you are long gone, a thread of green mist begins to seep from underneath, and the ground begins to rumble.

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Subject Matters [!femReaderxGeneralHux]

It all starts with a letter Hux sends you – more follow as your relationship develops.

Subject: A Matter of the Heart

I must confess putting these feelings into words has proven to be a daunting task, as I find myself grappling with emotions that have eluded my comprehension for far too long. Within the strict and unyielding corridors of the First Order, where obedience and dedication are paramount, allowing oneself to be vulnerable feels like a treacherous misstep. Yet, I find it increasingly impossible to suppress these sentiments any longer.

Since you came under my command, you have displayed unwavering loyalty and exceptional competence. Your commitment to the First Order is beyond reproach, and I have always admired your dedication to our cause. The manner in which you execute your duties with precision and grace has garnered my utmost respect. I have often contemplated the complexity and profound beauty that lies beneath your steadfast demeanor, wondering if others are as captivated as I.

Perhaps it was a moment of weakness or a fleeting impulse, but my heart has betrayed me, veering into uncharted territory. I find myself inexplicably drawn to your presence, your intelligence, and your unwavering dedication to the First Order. I cannot deny the admiration I hold for you and the way you conduct yourself on the field and within these cold walls. It is, however, a truth I have fought to conceal, for fear that such feelings would be perceived as weakness and could compromise the order I've striven to maintain.

As a General of the First Order, I have been conditioned to suppress personal inclinations in favor of the greater objective. My loyalty to Supreme Leader Snoke and the ideals of the First Order remains unwavering, and I must not allow this personal revelation to distract from my duties or jeopardize the cause we serve.

I am aware that such emotions are unexpected and, perhaps, even unwelcome given the context of our roles within the First Order. It is with reluctance that I acknowledge my feelings, and I pray that this disclosure will not hinder the efficiency of our unit or compromise your perception of my leadership.

I understand if you find yourself perplexed or uncomfortable in the wake of this revelation. I seek neither special treatment nor reciprocity for these emotions; I merely find solace in finally admitting the truth, no matter how much it unsettles me.

It is crucial that we remain steadfast in our commitment to the First Order, and if necessary, we shall address this matter with the utmost discretion. Our shared duty to the Supreme Leader must always take precedence over any personal feelings we may harbor.

In closing, I implore you to regard this confession with the same discretion I have extended to you. Let it be buried deep within the confines of confidentiality, hidden from prying eyes. The First Order's survival depends on the strength of its leaders and the cohesion of its forces.

Yours in loyalty and duty,

General Armitage Hux

Subject: The Embrace of Revelation

Your response to my hesitant confession has left me both relieved and unnerved. I never anticipated that you, too, might share similar sentiments, and yet, a profound sense of gratitude washes over me for your candidness. The vulnerability we now share is a treacherous precipice, one that demands careful navigation to safeguard the sanctity of the First Order.

Your acknowledgment of our connection and your reciprocation of these emotions stir a tumultuous blend of emotions within me. Amidst the cold sterility of the First Order's command, the discovery of a bond that transcends the boundaries of duty has left me questioning the rigidity of my convictions.

In you, I see a reflection of unwavering dedication, unyielding loyalty, and a strength that resonates with my own principles. Such a convergence is rare and exceptional within these calculated confines. But as much as my heart yearns to embrace this newfound connection, I am bound by the responsibilities placed upon my shoulders.

Supreme Leader Snoke, and the demands of the First Order, command our utmost obedience. We cannot allow personal inclinations to cloud our judgment or jeopardize our mission. Our duty remains unwavering, and we must remain vigilant in upholding it.

It pains me to contemplate the consequences of this emotional entanglement. Our emotions have the power to both strengthen and weaken us, and we must tread cautiously to ensure we do not become vulnerable to manipulation or distraction.

Yet, despite the challenges that lie ahead, I cannot ignore the genuine affection I hold for you. These emotions are not a fleeting fancy, but a recognition of something that goes beyond the uniform and titles we bear. There is something inexplicably profound in the bond we share.

I must, however, beseech you to be cautious, as I have already pledged to be myself. The delicate balance of power within the First Order demands absolute precision, and we must protect our hearts from external influences that could exploit any perceived weaknesses.

For now, we must tread lightly and keep our emotions concealed from prying eyes. Our connection is a secret we must guard with utmost discretion. The survival of the First Order hinges on the strength of its leaders and the cohesion of its forces.

In times of uncertainty, it is essential that we lean on each other for support, but we must never allow our emotions to compromise the greater good. Our shared commitment to the First Order must always take precedence.

I do not know what the future holds for us, but I promise you this: as long as I am General Hux, I will remain devoted to our cause and will safeguard the unity of our unit. We must continue to serve with excellence, exhibiting no weakness in the eyes of those who would seek to undermine our mission.

Together, we shall preserve the order we have sworn to protect. Our destinies are intertwined, and whether on the field of battle or within the recesses of our hearts, we shall forge ahead with unyielding resolve.

With guarded affection and resolute loyalty,

General Armitage Hux

Subject: An Unforeseen Moment

The echoes of that heated and unexpected kiss still linger within the recesses of my mind, a constant reminder of the vulnerability we allowed ourselves to embrace, if only for a fleeting moment. The allure of your presence, the genuine connection we share, it all culminated in a passionate exchange that transcended the calculated confines of the First Order.

In the solitude of that empty hallway, with the galaxy whirling beyond those steel walls, time seemed to bend, and we allowed our hearts to defy the rationality we both hold so dear. For that brief interlude, the world melted away, and there was only you and I, standing at the precipice of something unknown, something forbidden.

And yet, as the echoes of that kiss dissipate, a sense of trepidation fills me. We have ignited a flame that cannot be so easily extinguished, a force that binds us together with an intensity I can neither ignore nor deny.

I have spent countless nights wrestling with my feelings, battling the desire to be near you against the duty I owe to the First Order and Supreme Leader Snoke. But now, after that intimate encounter, the struggle is amplified, for I cannot erase the emotions that surged through me in that moment.

Our connection is one that defies the stringent hierarchy and protocols that govern our lives. It is a force that knows no boundaries, and yet it also poses a profound threat to the very institution we serve.

As General, I am charged with maintaining order, with preserving the strength of the First Order above all else. But with you, I find myself torn between the loyalty I have pledged to the Supreme Leader and the pull of my heart toward you.

You have ignited something within me. something that I struggle to comprehend fully. It is a vulnerability that I am not accustomed to, nor do I find comfort in its uncertainty. But it is undeniable, and it demands recognition.

I fear for what lies ahead, for the path we have embarked upon is fraught with danger. We must be vigilant, cautious in our actions and discreet in our affections. The First Order thrives on unity and control, and our indiscretions could be used against us.

Though we must guard our emotions with the utmost care, I cannot deny that our bond is something unique, something worth exploring. But we must do so with caution, lest we find ourselves entangled in a web that could unravel the very fabric of our mission.

I find myself at a crossroads, torn between duty and desire. For now, we must remain committed to the First Order, for it is our duty to serve and protect. But know that the feelings I hold for you have not been extinguished—they burn fiercely, like stars amid the darkness.

We must proceed with caution, ever mindful of the consequences of our actions. Our hearts have intertwined, and we cannot simply erase what has been unleashed between us.

Armitage Hux

Subject: A Jealous Confession

I have got to get this off my chest—I am jealous, and it's not a feeling I'm used to dealing with. Seeing that other officer flirting with you, asking you out for drinks, had me feeling a little possessive. Can't help it; you've got this irresistible charm that's got me all tied up in knots.

You've got that magnetic aura, that intelligence, and the way you handle yourself in the field…And now, seeing others trying to get your attention, well, it's driving me insane, frankly.

I've always prided myself on being cool, calm, and collected, but with you, I'm like a walking contradiction. I'm vulnerable in ways I never thought possible. So, forgive me if I sound like a mess right now, but you've got me wrapped around your finger, and I can't pretend otherwise.

But here's the thing, we got to be careful. The First Order's all about discipline and loyalty, and if we let this attraction consume us, we risk everything. I know, it is difficult to put a damper on these emotions, but we've got a duty to fulfill, and we can't let anything jeopardize that.

Don't get me wrong, I want nothing more than to explore what's between us, to see where this connection leads. It's electric, and I can't help but wonder what could be if we weren't bound by the rigid rules of the Order. But we got to be smart, play it safe, and keep our heads cool.

So, I'll keep my feelings in check, at least publicly, and you should do the same. But know that beneath the formalities and the discipline, my heart's racing whenever I'm around you. It's a feeling I can't ignore, no matter how hard I try.

Let's keep fighting side by side, focused on the mission, and maybe, just maybe, when the time's right, we can explore these emotions a little more freely. Until then, I'll be here, stealing glances whenever I can, and trying to keep my composure.

Armitage Hux

Subject: The Fire We Ignited

I can't even begin to find the words to describe what just happened between us. That heavy make-out session in my office—it's like the galaxy burst into flames, and for a moment, it was just you and me, consumed by an inferno of desire.

Your lips on mine, the way your hands traced over my skin—it was intoxicating, unlike anything I've ever experienced.

Every touch, every stolen glance—it's etched in my mind, and I can't shake the feeling that we've unlocked something profound. I've spent nights trying to suppress my emotions, but when you're near, it's like I'm walking through a minefield, and one wrong step could detonate everything.

In my position as General, I'm supposed to be the epitome of discipline and focus, but you, you've turned me into a maelstrom of desire and vulnerability. I can't resist you, and honestly, I don't want to.

Yet, there's a part of me that's scared, scared of what these emotions mean for us, for the First Order. We've ignited a fire that could consume us if we're not careful. But damn, the heat is so intoxicating, and it's a struggle to keep it in check.

We have to be careful, to tread lightly, because what we share is a secret we can't afford to let slip. The Order demands allegiance, and our connection threatens to undermine the very foundation we stand on. But in that moment, when our lips met, none of that mattered. It was just you and me, suspended in time.

I can't promise to keep my composure around you, and I won't pretend that I don't want more. But for now, we have to keep this flame contained, to let it smolder in the shadows while we uphold our responsibilities.

I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us, whether this attraction will lead us down a path we never anticipated. But until then, I'll treasure those moments in my office, where time stood still, and we were entwined in passion.

You're on my mind, and I can't wait to see where this journey takes us.

Armitage

Subject: Thoughts Across the Stars

As I pen these words under the distant stars, my thoughts drift incessantly towards you. The mission is demanding, the battles unyielding, but amidst it all, I find myself yearning for your presence. Your absence weighs on me, a constant ache in my heart that reminds me of the magnetic pull between us.

In the stillness of the night, when the galaxy sprawls before me, I find myself drifting into dreams of us. Dreams where your lips meet mine with an intensity that sets my soul ablaze. It's as if the stars themselves conspire to bring us together, if only in the realm of dreams.

My longing for you is undeniable, and even in the throes of battle, your image lingers in my mind. I recall the way your eyes sparkled with determination and the touch of your hand against my skin, igniting a fire that refuses to be extinguished.

The physical attraction between us is something I cannot ignore. Your allure, your charisma—it's like gravity, drawing me closer with every passing moment. When I close my eyes, I can feel your breath against my skin, your fingers interlaced with mine, and it sends shivers down my spine.

I miss the way you challenge me, how you make me question the beliefs I've held so firmly for years. You've awakened emotions I've kept buried, and it's both liberating and terrifying.

The nights feel colder without you by my side, and the void you've left in my life echoes with your laughter. I can't help but replay memories of us in my mind, like a holo-recorder stuck on repeat.

I long for the day when this mission is complete, and I can return to your side, to feel the warmth of your presence envelop me once more. In the heat of battle, I am constantly reminded of the fragile nature of life, and it fuels my desire to hold you close.

My mind wanders to the possibilities of what could be between us. Will we succumb to the passion that simmers beneath the surface, or will we continue to navigate these uncharted waters with caution? I can't help but wonder if the universe itself conspired to bring us together.

Please know that my attraction to you is not merely physical. It's your unwavering dedication, your fierce spirit, and the way you stand tall in the face of adversity that captivates me. You are a force to be reckoned with, and I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Until the day I return, I will carry you in my thoughts, the memory of your touch etched upon my soul. And when we finally reunite, I hope we can explore this connection without restraint, to see where this journey leads us.

Stay safe and know that no matter how far the stars may take me, my heart remains tethered to you.

Armitage

Subject: A Night Shared

I trust this message finds you in the highest of spirits and utmost contentment. There are very few truths that bear more significance within my heart than the notion of sharing moments of intimacy between us. The experience we recently shared, where passion erupted and our bodies entwined in a relentless dance, has etched itself deeply within my memory.

As you know, General Hux is a man known for his precision, his unwavering focus on duty, and his tenacious pursuit of dominance. And yet, in those moments of raw vulnerability, the walls around my heart crumble, leaving only a man yearning to express emotions that, until now, lay dormant within him.

The intensity we shared during our encounter was staggering. Our bodies melded together as if guided by a celestial force, each motion propelled by a fervor that surged forth from the depths of our beings. The sweat that covered our skin, the melodic rhythm of our breaths and the symphony of our moans—it was a crescendo of passion only surpassed by the devastating power of a Starkiller Base.

What stood out to me, above all else, was the fervent connection we established—a magnetism that bound us, mind and body, in a way that defied the constraints imposed by our rank and station. In those moments, I felt a profound tenderness intertwining with the smoldering intensity that characterizes our interactions. Though I may not often reveal such sentiments, I found myself captivated by your touch, your presence, and the sheer exhilaration that pulsated through our union.

From the moment our bodies first collided with primal desire, there was an immediacy to our connection—an urgency that fed the flames of our passion. Your ardent response to my commanding presence, your willingness to submit and surrender to the fervor surging within us both—it was a testament to the trust we share, an unspoken acknowledgement of the desired equilibrium we've cultivated.

My sweet darling, I am haunted by the memory of your quivering gasps, your body arching beneath me, and the silken tendrils of your voice resonating in my ears. Each moment, seared into my consciousness, serves as a reminder of the formidable power we possess when joined together—a force that could rival the destruction of even the most fearsome armadas.

As we continue down this path, dare I say an uncharted frontier, I am eager to explore new depths of pleasure, to push beyond the boundaries of what we have already discovered. In your embrace, I find solace from the tumultuous battlefield, a sanctuary where vulnerability and strength coexist. And for that, I am forever indebted to you.

Until we meet again, may the lingering embers of our passion fuel us both, igniting the path we traverse with the unwavering determination and unyielding fervor that only we can possess.

Yours,

Armitage

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A/N: This is set in my Paper Hearts modern au. You don’t need to read the main fic to understand but I do mention some things that might not make sense if you haven’t read the whole fic. If you are going to read the main fic, please read the tags and be aware that I have poured much of my own trauma, physical and mental into this fic as a sort of therapy 😅. This one shot though should be fine, just angsty. And hot. I hope.

Nice, stupidly long one shot for @writer-wednesday

Summary: It’s been 5 years since you split with your ex-husband, but recently you started dating again. You are heading to a conference for the weekend, ready to take time and reflect on your life choices away from everyone and everything, only for him to be attending the same conference.

Warnings: mention of marriage, angst, mention of past abuse (not RC), angst, fluff (maybe?) NSFW 18+ MDNI. Smut, p in v, fingering F receiving, plenty of mentions to their past, mention of infidelity. RC has a child but barely in it.

This is also terribly unbeta’d 🤣

Pairing: Armitage Hux x F!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k+ (don’t @ me ok? I have missed this au!)

The weather was awful. Thick sheets of grey fell from the sky, smearing the bright lights of London across your window but you still knew exactly where you were. This would always be a place you’d come back to no matter where you ended up. It was home.

Thankfully the heat wave had broken but did it need to break in such a dramatic and wet style? You stepped from the taxi and the umbrella flared above your head cutting through the torrential downpour, but not well enough. Water seeped into your shoes, a riverlet spilled off the curve of the umbrella, soaking your hair and trickling disgustingly down your back.

People filled the checking in area for the hotel but none of them looked as wet and bedraggled as you did.

Everyone was dressed smartly for the conference and you became highly aware of how creased your skirt was from sitting in the taxi, your shoes were wet and slippery on the smooth floor and you nearly slid to the desk when it was your turn. As soon as that card key was in your hand, your head was down and you were marching for the lift, your small suitcase trailing behind you.

Not paying attention to your surroundings you read the little booklet the receptionist had given you about the different rooms and what was happening in each one. You didn’t notice when someone stepped up beside you, patiently waiting for the lift with their own suitcase.

Your phone rang making you curse under your breath as you had to dig it out of your bag at the same time the lift doors dinged.

“Go up without me!” You huffed pressing accept on the screen. The doors didn’t close and you looked up with annoyance only for your fingers to clutch tightly round the phone and your throat to become as dry as the Sahara desert.

“Mum?” The voice sounded loud in your ear, jolting you into action.

“Yes! Yes, sweetheart I’m here.” You stepped forward and positioned yourself next to him, hoping your nervous swallowing wasn’t noticeable down the phone line. Pippa started babbling about Kat’s baby, how he had grabbed her hair and dribbled on her face. Your heart was as fast as a bird in a cage while you tried to concentrate on your daughter's excitement and not think about the cologne of the man standing in the small lift with you.

“Are you there? Is it busy? Do they put chocolate on your pillow?”

“No Pippa. They do not put chocolate on your pillow,” you glanced up to see him smiling as he watched the lights change above the doors. “Anyway be good for Aunty Kat and Uncle Poe…”

“Tell her I said hi.” You almost choked at the sound of his voice when the doors opened on your floor and you had to concentrate on walking, talking and pulling your case along.

“Your father says hello,” you turned, expecting to wave farewell but he was getting out too and you thought your heart was going to stutter and stop.

“Dad? Dad is there? Let me talk to him!” He stopped when he saw you weren’t moving, you tried not to stare into those ocean glass eyes that were permanently imprinted in your mind as you handed the phone over.

“She wants to say hi.” His fingers were warm against your own and you cleared your throat trying not to be overwhelmed by feelings. You had assumed this conference would have been a good way to take a break for a few days.

Since you’d been on a few dates with him you found yourself falling into old patterns, it was so hard not to fall back into bed with him, to let you destroy each other all over again. But you wanted this to work and now he was here. And staying in the room opposite yours.

You watched him smile at something his daughter said, his gaze alighting on you for a moment when he nodded.

“I promise Pip. All right. Let your mum talk to Kat. Bye Pip!” He handed the phone back and you gave him a quick smile already dreading what Kat was going to say.

“Is he still there? Can he hear me?” She hissed. You jumped when Hux touched your arm, almost dropping your key in the process.

“I’ll talk to you later,” he murmured.

“Ok,” you watched dumbfounded as he disappeared into his room. Of all the places. Of all the times. Of all the fucking rooms!

“Answer me bitch!” You swung your door open and immediately collapsed onto the bed.

“I’m here. He’s gone now.”

“What is happening? You didn’t tell me he was going? If you wanted a weekend away all you had to do was ask…”

“Kat! Stop! I had no idea he was going to be here. We generally don’t talk about work when we’re together.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“Noth—nothing?! Listen here woman. That man is mad for you. I still don’t understand why, WHY, you insist on dragging this out.” She sighed heavily down the phone and you could hear Pippa laughing in the background. “You two need to rip the bandage off, and quickly.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you told her, rolling to lay on your front and pluck at the covers. “I just feel myself slipping back into those old feelings and I don’t…that’s not where I want to be.”

“It’s going to feel like that though. It’s you and Armitage. There is no other way I can describe it. You guys had everything once, that’s where you need to get back to.”

“We can’t just flick back to those chapters in our life. It’s not that simple. And starting again is difficult with our history.” So much history, it filled the void between you and Hux like an obstacle course, one you both have to manoeuvre to meet in the middle.

“Well, just take each day as it comes then? Attend your conference and then hide in your room. Does he know your room number?”

“He’s in the room opposite.”

“Oh fuck. I feel the universe is trying to kick your arses into gear.”

“Lovely talking to you!” You said loudly, pushing off the bed.

“Oh come on, you know I’m right!”

“Say bye to Pippa for me. Love you all bye!” You cut her off and threw the phone away from you. Burying your face into the covers you screamed. This was not how you wanted this conference to go.

You ordered room service. You had spoken to Beaumont and told him you were too tired to socialise tonight and asked if he could handle it. After a shower you got dressed in your pyjamas and sat cross legged on the bed watching Eastenders, you’d got back into your soaps over the years. Something for you to do in the evenings when Pippa slept or while she was with Armitage.

You had a bottle of champagne and some crisps that you were picking at when there was a knock on your door. Glancing at your phone you saw it had only gone 8pm, if it was Beaumont you were going to tell him to bugger off. Getting up with a sigh you trudged to the door and opened it without looking through the peephole.

Your breath caught in your throat so hard you nearly choked, Hux was standing there in a grey suit, his tie was loose and the top buttons were undone. His hair had been agitated from the gel making it drift over his brow. He held a bottle of white wine and two glasses, cocking an eyebrow at your casual attire.

“Busy?” He enquired with a hint of amusement.

“Watching Eastenders, so I’m incredibly busy.” But you widened the door and stepped aside to let him pass anyway. Half of you was screaming in horror while the other half was curling up with excitement, you weren’t sure which one was going to win.

Releasing the door you walked past him to sit at the window seat. It was dark but the rain was still falling, splashing against the plane of glass as though wanting to spy on what was happening in your room. Your pulse quickened as he approached, your hand automatically reaching out for the glass he offered you. He settled next to you on the seat, leaning back and crossing his legs with a sigh.

Desperately you tried to focus on some lights below, how the rain changed their appearance with every new drop but you weren’t strong enough to resist. Your gaze wandered to him, following the line of his side profile as he stared at the ceiling.

“Is it busy downstairs?” You managed to ask, before wetting your mouth with the wine. Your favourite white, no less.

“Yes. All stuffy and boring. But your absence was noted,” he turned to look at you, making a heat roil under your skin. A sensation that was all too familiar and damaging.

“What brings the owner of First Order Publishings to a lowly conference?” He inhaled deeply, staring down into his glass.

“Well, I still haven’t found someone I trust as much as I did you. So I have to do it.” You rolled your eyes and leaned against the window to give him a knowing look.

“It’s been more than 5 years, you can’t do everything, Armitage.”

“So come back?” Pain flickered with every beat of your heart, you wanted nothing more than to go back to the company you’d worked in for most of your life. To see him everyday, to sit in your office once again, but you had broken free. You were you for the first time in your life and you didn’t want to retread your own footsteps through this new half of your life.

“Armitage…” he lifted a hand in silent apology when he saw the anguish cross over your features. Both of you sipped the wine, bathed in the light from the tv as you fought the rising tension between you. “Pippa had a project at school last week about the Romans,” you said, changing the subject.

“Ah yes. She did moan to me that you and Kat had pricked her with pins trying to get her costume to fit,” he recounted with a slight grin.

“That child fidgets!” You exclaimed, unfolding your legs to get up and get the bottle of wine. “She cannot stand still for five minutes.”

“She’ll grow out of it,” he murmured. “I was the same.”

“Sometimes I think she’s your double…” you started.

“But then you fall out of her mouth,” he finished and you beamed at him as you topped up his glass. “She really is the best of us,” he sighed.

“We’re going to be in trouble when she’s a teenager,” you commented, settling back down on the seat.

“After everything we got up to, yes we’re in serious trouble,” he moaned, lifting the glass up.

“Here’s to parents of headstrong daughters,” you said, knocking your glass against his. You could feel his eyes on your face as you took a long sip but you concentrated on the rain outside once again. Ignoring the thrumming of your body, the knock of your pulse that seemed to thread through to your fingertips.

“I should be going. Need to be up early to get a decent seat at breakfast. Care to join me?” Your brain short circuited for a moment but then you realised he was talking about breakfast and not his bed.

“Oh, yes I’m sure you’ll see me there. Can’t resist a fried egg and hash browns.” Your eyes widened when he shifted on the seat, leaning into your space and you froze.

All you could hear was the drum of your heart when his hand tentatively slid up the side of your face, his fingers tangling in the still damp strands of your hair. His pupils had blown wide, drowning out the green you knew so well. They danced over your features, noticing your parted lips as you breathed in small gasps at his feather light touch. You saw him hesitate, so you made the next move.

Your body became fluid as you moved forward, heat curled up from your stomach to coalesce in your chest. But when your lips finally touched, nothing else existed for you. He washed over you like a comforting blanket, the aroma of home and all things that were ingrained into your very soul.

The kiss was soft, both of you holding back because you knew where it would lead if you didn’t. Still you pressed into him, parting your lips so he could claim you, possess every part of you. His fingers hooked around the back of your neck and your hand lifted to hold onto his wrist. He was all you could taste, his scent was drowning you, smothering you in the most delicious way as his body leaned to rest over yours.

You could feel him between your legs as the kiss continued, your body responding to the hypnotising sensation of him. He gasped against your lips like a man starved of oxygen and you were the only source for miles, the sound of it sent your mind soaring to new heights and you chased his mouth not wanting this to end.

But he whispered your name, making your eyes flutter open and see the concentration that marked his face. He looked like he was in pain, his bottom lip dragged between his teeth and he sighed. Slowly he retreated, his scent clinging to you but his warmth left with him. Your legs fell closed in his absence, not trusting yourself to get up as you pull them up closer to you.

“Goodnight,” he told you firmly.

“Goodnight, Armitage.” He nodded, his fingertips pressing into the top of the chair that rested at the small desk in your room before turning sharply and taking his leave.

You skipped breakfast the next day, you’d barely slept and your stomach was a knot of nerves. The kiss had played on a loop in your mind. You even tried to work it out of your system with your fingers, but didn’t come close to dulling the ache you had for your ex husband. You were going to do your best to avoid him today, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him. It was because you did want to see him. You were here to work, and relax for a weekend, to take time to reflect on how things were going with him after a grand total of three dates. Well, that had been the plan anyway.

You text Beaumont to meet you at your room and he did, rapping smartly on the door at 7:30am sharp.

“Morning,” he began to rattle off what was available today and you tried to listen but you were highly aware the door opposite yours was Hux’s. Was he downstairs already? God, you needed another coffee, or something stronger.

Entering the lift Beaumont continued, letting you know who was here as he’d already been downstairs and one name made your entire body lock up.

“Stop…say that again?”

“Enric Pryde. He recently took over Blue Publishings.”

“Damn. All right, avoid him at all costs,” you demanded. “The man thinks he’s the king of publishing but I can assure you there’s someone else who would rival that title.” Enric fucking Pryde. Here!

The doors dinged softly and the ambiance of the restaurant reached you. The clink of cutlery on shiny white plates, rich conversation and laughter weaved through the air, the hiss of a milk frother caught your attention and you headed for it with your assistant trailing behind.

“Espresso, please.” You asked at the counter, casting your gaze round the room but you couldn’t see a shock of ginger and you began to relax a little. The smell of breakfast was amazing but all it did was successfully turn your stomach. Beaumont ordered a latte, both of you sat at an empty table to discuss what presentations you’d each take through the day.

Your name slithering from someone else’s mouth had the cup clattering down into the saucer, spilling the dregs of your espresso. You shivered from the icy fingers that voice created down your spine and you let loose a slight hysterical giggle as the old man approached, his startling blue eyes piercing and steely.

“Enric! It’s been far too long!” Beaumont sat uselessly opposite you, probably shocked into silence, the poor kid's eyes were wide as you stood up to accept a kiss on the cheek.

“I didn’t expect to see you here and under a different company name.” He tutted quietly, pursing his lips together as he studied you. “That’s a story you’re going to have to tell me over dinner.”

“Dinner?” You couldn’t keep the panicked edge out of your voice and you glanced at Beaumont.

“Tonight 6:30pm you have an invitation to dine with some of the top people in the business,” he whispered.

“My boy, she is one of the top people in the business. Shame you didn’t come to me when things fell apart. Maybe I could persuade you? Hux was a fool to let you go.”

“I didn’t exactly give him a choice in the matter,” you said sharply and Enric smiled, but it didn’t reach his cool eyes.

“We shall catch up later, my dear.” You didn’t realise your hands were shaking until you sat down again.

“You ok?” Beaumont asked and you nodded.

“Yes, but I am not looking forward to this dinner later.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur of presentations and chatting with people you knew through the business. Many of them didn’t know about the breakup of your marriage so you felt your smile was fake for most of the day. Stretching it across your face in an effort to disguise the growing frustration you had every time Hux was brought up. It had been over 5 years, didn’t people have something better to talk about?? You spied Hux once or twice during the day but he was deep in conversation with other people which allowed you to turn and head in the opposite direction. You wanted to sit down with him and talk properly. Not at a conference surrounded by so many other people who were currently all gossiping about your private life.

Finally you trudged back to your room, the weight of socialising for so long was heavy on your shoulders and you couldn’t wait to get in your room and shed some of it with a nice relaxing shower. And then do it all over again, tiptoeing around the social minefield Pryde was no doubt going to make you walk through at dinner.

The dress that you had brought with you was a simple black, chiffon material that flowed from your hips. The neckline was a deep V and you debated putting a strappy top on underneath to lessen the devastating effect of your cleavage. But you couldn’t be bothered to take it all off again. The material covered the top of your shoulders, wrapping round your waist slightly and it was plain. Just how you liked it, not wanting to draw attention, especially now Pryde was here. That man was vile, one of Brendol Hux’s best friends and you were fairly sure Pryde knew about the abuse Armitage had suffered at his friend's hands and did nothing about it.

Putting some lip gloss on in the mirror, you rolled your lips together and slipped your phone, key card and bank card into a small bag. Tugging some heels on you frowned when there was a knock at your door. Cursing softly you hobbled with one shoe on and opened the door to reveal Hux standing there in an all black suit. The top button of his black shirt was undone and had clearly gone down the more casual route while still looking impeccably smart. He smiled at the sight of you, immediately crouching down to help put your other shoe on. Heat swirled to your face as you leaned on his shoulder for balance, floundering in the smell of his cologne. One that you recognised.

“Off somewhere nice?” You asked knowing full well he was attending this damn meal, of course he was.

“I heard a lady didn’t have company to dinner, so I thought I would offer my services.”

“Jesus Christ Armitage, you sound like an escort service,” you muttered. Pushing away from him as soon as your shoe was on properly and the straps were all done up.

“Makes me wonder how you know what one would sound like.”

“I hire them all the time, didn’t you know?” You told him dismissively, picking up your bag and checking you had everything.

“Someone is feeling on edge this evening,” he commented.

“It’s just a long day and…well Pryde is going to be at dinner.” You peered up at him trying to get a read on his reaction but he kept his expression blank.

“I had expected he’d make an appearance, what with his recent expansion,” he said carefully. “He offered to buy FO.”

“Excuse me?” You rounded on him as you both paused at the lifts. “The audacity of the man!”

“He offered me a decent price,” Hux murmured, a hand in his pocket as his gaze fixed on the light above the doors.

“You considered it?” You could see the quiet contemplation on his face and you just knew he had. And why.

“I decided not to. Obviously,” he swallowed harshly, trying to quell some rising emotion. “But I did consider it.” You fell into your own thoughts as you both rode the lift in silence. For him to even contemplate selling the company was huge and if you were honest, it rocked you a little.You leaving, couldn’t have messed with him that much, surely? You felt the lift slowing down and you slipped your arm into his, looking up at him hoping he’d look your way just for a moment, but he didn’t. Just holding your hand close in the crook of his elbow, he led you into the restaurant that had been decked out for tonight’s meal. Most people from the conference would be dining here but a few had special invites into a private dining room.

Hux dropped your arm to open the door for you, checking to see if you were ready and you gave him a small nod. As soon as it opened that fake smile you thought you were done with, reappeared and you were all pleasantries as you worked the room. Pryde sought you out almost immediately, walking with you and introducing you to people you didn’t know. You tried not to show your disgust at the way he possessively put a hand on your back and you deliberately did not look at your ex husband to see his reaction.

Enric took you over to the small bar, you ordered a G&T and he ordered a whiskey on the rocks. You could see Armitage had his back to you at the moment and you were grateful he was ignoring you as much as you were him.

“So tell me, what did happen for you to leave that cushiony position?” You shrugged, desperately trying to think of something to say other than; my husband had an affair, we fell apart at the binding, I left him as broken as he left me?

“Well things happen. It just didn’t suit me anymore. I moved out of London and got my daughter into a nice school on the outskirts.”

“A daughter?” His gaze followed your line of sight, a calculating smirk curving his lips. “Interesting.”

“But what about you? I heard you’re trying to buy up every publishing business you can get your hands on.” You blinked innocently at him and the anger that sparked in his gaze died down.

“I am expanding my empire,” he gushed. “You know I could make room for someone of your talents.” A rough giggle erupted from you as he guided you to the table in the middle of the room.

“I already have a job, Enric.”

“Pish posh, darling. Minor details.” You spied Hux moving, still chatting with someone from another company as they approached the table. He didn’t even look at you as he grabbed the chair next to you, but you could see Pryde smile wickedly as your ex husband firmly planted himself beside you.

This wasn’t your ideal situation, in fact if you could be anywhere on earth right now, you’d take it. Just absolutely, anywhere. You were sure people were casting looks in your direction, gossiping about your broken marriage and forming their own, wrong, opinions. The only thing you could do was hitch your smile up and join in the conversation someone had started further down the table.

You found yourself relaxing when nothing happened, Armitage didn’t even talk to you which was fine. Perfect. You all ordered your meals and when the starter was being cleared away you dared to start enjoying yourself. Even braving a second G&T. You listened to Enric and his boasting, pretty sure your eyes had glazed over more than once but he didn’t notice, as long as you grinned and nodded in the appropriate places.

The mains arrived and for the first time Hux acknowledged you, his green eyes crinkling slightly as he smiled at your food choice.

“I knew you’d order the steak,” he murmured.

“It was the most appetising thing on the menu,” you told him with a shrug. “I bet you ordered the steak.” Sure enough, they put a steak in front of him and you couldn’t stop the self satisfied smile that graced your lips.

“Just shows you still know me better than anyone else,” he said, leaning into you slightly, his shoulder bumping yours. For a moment it seemed like no one else was at the table, it was just you and him as you gazed at each other.

“You were a fool to let her go, Hux.” Your eyes rolled slightly and Armitage tipped forward to look past you.

“I have no idea what you mean, Pryde.”

“She was the backbone of your company and you just let her walk out of the front door.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said lightly. “And I do believe it was my choice.”

“Did you know FO turnover has decreased by 10% since you left?” Enric told you smugly and you glanced at Hux in surprise.

“Armitage, that’s a lot,” you whispered. But he acted like he hadn’t heard you, slicing into his steak and you were pretty sure he was pretending it Enric’s face.

“I tried to buy FO, see if I could turn them around.” Enric said loudly to the person next to him. Oh Jesus. You turned to tell Pryde to be quiet or distract him at least but Hux’s cutlery clattered loudly onto his plate, bringing a hush to the table.

“Enough.” He snarled. “I refused your offer, and my company's gross profit is still more than most in the country.”

“Surely now would be the time to sell, you’re on a slippery slope. One your father would have been ashamed to be on.” Armitage launched out of his seat, but you were already standing with him. Providing the barrier he so desperately needed against the idiot behind you.

“Let’s take a walk,” you mumbled, fully aware every single eye was on the pair of you. “Move, Armitage!” You hissed, pushing on his rigid body as he glared at the old man who sipped his whiskey like nothing had happened. Finally he complied, but your heart didn’t stop pounding.

His strides were long as he headed to the lifts, a hand carding through his hair in agitation. He didn’t speak, he didn’t need to. You could read him like a book. A redness flushed the tops of his ears, his footsteps were heavy as he paced, waiting for the lift. When the doors opened he turned to you but he couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze.

“You don’t have to stay. You should go back.” His tone was sharp but he was just riding out the rush of anger at the mention of his father.

“You think I want to head back in there? If you want to be alone, fine. I just want to get in my pyjamas and watch tv.” He leaned heavily against the wall of the lift and you knew now he was silently berating himself for his outburst.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your night.” You scoffed loudly and rested your back against the wall beside him.

“Are you kidding me? They’ll be talking about this for years to come. Highlight of my weekend.”

“And there I was, thinking that kiss last night would have been the highlight,” he sighed. “I clearly need to up my game.”

“Maybe you do.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, interest flared in those pale green irises and you had to look away. Your bottom lip was sucked into your mouth, a motion you barely remember doing.

The silence between you was anything but silent. Your body seemed determined to betray you with every function. Your heart was trying to pound its way through your ribs, forcing your pulse to throb loudly. Your breathing was loud, dragging between your partly open lips and you were sure Armitage could hear every single one you took. Your insides were quivering but you kept repeating in your mind, you were going your separate ways. Hux in his room and you in your room.

The doors loomed in front of you far too quickly for your liking and you turned to face him. God, this was awkward. Your brain was melting at the sight of him, the way he looked at you sent shivers down your spine. Your hands flexed, itching to drag through that plush hair as you remembered your last encounter in a hotel.

“I’m going to get out of these shoes and put some pyjamas on,” you breathed, backing towards your door. He stepped towards you, his ocean green eyes, stormy as he came closer. “A-and then I’m going to watch some nonsense on tv.” You licked the corner of your mouth, the door was suddenly firm against your back and heat unfurled in your body as he stalked closer.

“Sounds like you have your evening all planned,” his voice was steady and light. He glanced casually toward the lifts, he still had a hand in his pocket and the other swept that little fringe of hair back. Seeing no one else was around he moved quickly. Bringing his hands up to cup your face, crowding you against the door so hard it jolted in the frame.

His lips were insistent and you let the moan slip from your throat as he explored your mouth. The kiss was intense, stealing every sense from you and awakening everything you’d worked so hard to keep buried.

“Care to change those plans?” He whispered, his voice aching with need and you nearly swooned.

“Yes,” you breathed. “New plans.” Your hand was shaking when you went into your bag to look for your key. He leaned on the door, still pressing into you so when you turned you felt everything through the thin material of your dress. He swept the hair away from your neck, his lips persistent as he kissed the exposed skin of your throat. His other hand trailed heavily down the curve of your body and your eyes closed as a strong wave of need made your legs tremble.

As soon as the door unlocked you were both tumbling through. His hands stayed on you, whirling you back round to face him as he desperately feasted on your lips before the door had even swung closed. Your hands gravitated to his hair, pulling through the rich locks of fire that you’d been thinking about all day.

He walked you backwards to the bed, your legs knocking into the frame and you broke off the kiss to crawl onto the covers. He followed, his eyes never leaving yours as he caged you beneath him.

Your legs fell open and he settled down along your body, his hand coming up to toy with your throat as he ravaged your mouth again. His hips pressed down, stroking his hard length along the apex of your thighs making you gasp wildly into his mouth.

“I’ve wanted you all fucking day,” he growled. “I’ve wanted you for weeks…years.” Both your motions slowed at his confession. He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes closed so he didn’t see the reaction on your face. Gently you ghosted a hand along the side of his face, trying not to get swept up in the ache that rose in your chest.

“It’s only ever been you,” you whispered. Hux rolled onto his side and you shifted with him. Still trailing your fingertips over his face, tracing the line of those features you had committed to memory. “Armitage…”

“I just want us to be us again,” he whispered brokenly. Your heart started to burn at the edges, the words of your story were imprinted there for all eternity no matter how hard you tried to ignore them. He was written all over you, branded into your very soul and there was no escape. You’d been resisting for far too long and it was a wonder he was even still here, trying.

“One last chance,” you murmured. His gaze magnetised to yours, a sigh fell from him and he nodded.

“One last chance,” he agreed. You moved closer, tugging his face towards you for a kiss, his hands lifted you on top of him, holding on firmly to the curve of your hips. You rocked against him, feeling the intensity of the kiss increase as your bodies took over.

His fingers deftly unzipped the back of your dress, a soft groan rumbled from him at the feel of your bare skin and you sat up to slip your arms out. The fabric pooled around your waist and his gaze devoured the sight of you sitting half naked on top of him.

His chest heaved as his hand slid shakily up your body, delicately touching your stomach and brushing the underside of your bra. Sitting still, you let him reacquaint himself with your body, holding his shoulders to steady yourself as he sat up. You slipped your hands under his jacket, sliding it carefully off his shoulders, smoothing the fabric of his shirt down as both your breaths mingled in their closeness.

He wrapped his arms around you, hauling you impossibly closer, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you returned the embrace. You ran your finger nails up and down his back, feeling the tension leave him as he sagged slightly against you.

He started to nibble the underside of your jaw, tilting your head back to allow him better access, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. You found yourself falling backwards and he followed, his cock straining in the confines of his trousers as he kissed his way down your body. His long fingers curled over the fabric of your dress, gently swiping it down your body until you were just in your underwear and heels.

Your eyes fluttered when he appeared back over you, the concentration on his face had you canting your hips upward slightly, wanting him to touch you where you needed him the most. You entwined your fingers in that flop of fiercely red hair, seeing his eyes half close at the sensation of you touching him.

He splayed a hand over your stomach, slowly drifting it down to stroke the inside of your thigh, his eyes watching every change that came over your face as you silently pleaded with him. Finally he swiped your core, such a teasing gesture that instantly had you gasping for more.

He trailed a finger along the line of your underwear, the tickle of it had your stomach tensing and he actually smirked. Well two could play that game. You locked gazes with him, reaching down to stroke his hard length through the fabric and he bucked softly into your touch. His own fingers pushed your underwear aside, his lips seeking out yours as he felt how wet you were for him. His teasing sent you to new heights, his fingers knew you more intimately than anyone else and he used that to his advantage. Gently pushing past your clit had you clutching at him and he exhaled abruptly against your open mouth.

He slowly dipped two fingers into your heat, your back arcing off the bed almost in relief. You cunt welcomed him, fluttering around his fingers greedily when he curled them round to find that magic bundle of nerves inside you.

Your hands moved, ripping open the fastenings for his trousers and delved into his pants, both of you panting as you palmed the heated silkiness that resided there. It had been so long since you’d touched a man, let alone this man. 5 years of desire and urgency threatened to overwhelm you, so you kept eye contact with him as you pumped his cock. Desperately trying to stay in the moment as his fingers plunged into you, dragging a cry from your chest.

Heat prickled across your body, tingling its way up your neck as your head rolled on the covers, your mouth opening as the edges of your orgasm covered your body. Your hips rolled, trying to get more friction off his hand and he let you chase that high your body craved.

Hux slotted his lips over your mouth, sucking down each cry you fed him. Your hand gripped him tightly as you pumped him faster and he made such a sinful noise it had you tipping over the edge. Mind numbing bliss exploded through your body and white spots erupted behind your tightly closed lids as you unravelled beneath him.

He left you limp and boneless on the bed as he shed himself of his shirt, kicking off his trousers, he was back on you in moments. His arms crowded you, fingers tangling in your hair as he kissed you deeply. His cock hot and heavy against your wetness, pressing in tightly against you, as though worried you were going to disappear.

Each rut of his hips had you gasping. Reaching down you tugged at his pants, rolling them down to free his cock. He hooked his fingers in yours, yanking them off with a firm pull that had the material splitting making you moan.

He held his cock, running it along your folds and coating himself in your slick, nudging your clit and sending a new wave of electricity through your body. He notched the spongy head at your entrance, his hand coming to rest next to your shoulder as he pushed into you with a soft groan. You spread your legs wider, your mind shattering at the way he stretched your cunt, filling it so perfectly, like he was made just for you. He huffed loudly, resting his forehead on your clavicle as he slowly pressed further into you.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathed, the words scorching your chest before they dissipated. You lifted his head, your eyes focussed on his pink lips needing to taste him again. He pulled himself out slowly, his cock dragging enticingly against the clenching walls of your cunt. Thrusting back into you in a single swipe, started a chain reaction neither of you could deny.

He set a relentless rhythm, pushing you to the edge of the bed as he rutted forcefully into you. So many years of pent up frustration, years of denial and unspoken words of desire came through in his actions. It made your soul ache, your heart pumped wildly as you clung to him. Your bodies melded into one, writhing together as you both gave over every single page of yourselves.

Sweat gathered on your skin, his hands sliding over you as he clutched you tightly to him, bringing your body to that point you couldn’t escape. Your nails dug into his back, your other hand raked across his scalp and you buried your teeth into his shoulder.

His name ripped from you, it was the only word you could say as he ploughed you into the bedsheets, burying you beneath him in a show of possessiveness and need.

“You’re mine,” he snarled in your ear, his hand tight at your throat and his eyes consumed every flicker of pleasure that crossed your face. “I’m yours,” he whispered. His tone breaking, revealing the sadness that he’d been carrying around all these years. “Please don’t leave me again,” he uttered heartbreakingly against your neck as his hips snapping devastatingly into your body.

Raw emotion eviscerated your insides, everything that had been behind the locked door, burst forth. Tears leaked from your eyes, your mouth was anxious as you came together in a clash of bruised lips and teeth. You wanted him, needed him with you all the time. You belonged together and now, you felt free for the first time in years. There had been a time you thought the story between you was over, but this proved it wasn’t. The pages kept turning and you never wanted them to stop.

You cried out loudly, your heightened emotions made your entire body tense up as he pounded you towards the most soul ripping orgasm you’d ever experienced. He spilled first with a noise so deep it was almost animalistic, his cock throbbing deep in the softness of your cunt as he filled you again and again. The pressure of his release pushed you towards yours and you fell completely apart underneath him.

You could feel his body over you even though you were floating, drifting in a sea of ecstasy as your body shattered and remade itself. You could feel him still thrusting into you, keeping the pleasure thrumming between you, slowly bringing you back together only to let you break apart in his arms once more.

Finally he stilled, his exhausted form was heavy and damp on top of you. His chest heaved in time with yours, his breath washing over your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You didn’t want to move and break the precarious essence of peace that had settled over you both.

“Can we stay here forever?” You whispered. He let out a soft chuckle, turning his face as he snuggled against you, his cock still half hard inside you.

“I’m not moving,” he stated quietly. Your fingers picked their way through his damp hair, tugging the strands gently before letting them fall back to join the rest.

You moved a little and he tensed, his hips pressing into you slightly and you cocked an eyebrow at the sensation.

“Already?” You queried. He inhaled, groaning softly as he buried his face into you.

“That all happened far too quickly for my liking,” he muttered. “I could do it all again.” You giggled when he rolled over, pulling you with him. Sitting up, you widened your hips to sink down on him. He reached up to remove your bra, leaning forward he took your breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling suggestively over your nipple.

“Haven’t we got to be up early?” You breathed, your voice catching on the huskiness in your throat.

“My plans have changed,” he muttered as he nuzzled the column of your throat. Your hips rolled, pulling a sharp inhale from you both and his fingers splayed up the side of your neck. “I don’t plan on doing anything, other than you for the rest of the weekend.”

“Mmm that sounds so good. Much better than what I had planned for this weekend.”

“You make everything better,” your eyes closed as his lips nibbled along your bottom jaw.

“Armitage….” His name tore from you like a sinful prayer and soon you were both sinking into the pools of pleasure you’d only just escaped from. You both got lost in the feel of each other, baring your souls more than you’d ever had before and showing each other just how strong your love truly was.

The night closed in around you, the soft glow of London the only light in the room as you lay entwined together in the bed. His hand drifted lazily along your arm, lulling you into that comfortable state just before you fall asleep.

“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness. “But that phrase never feels enough.”

“I know,” you whispered back. “Because I feel the same.”

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Fatal Instructions (5)

Kylo x Fem!OC / Part 5

Series Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Mature (Just to be safe)

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Torture, (Dm me if I missed any)

Word Count: 1.2k

(A/N: I cringed while writing this but oh well. Also no beta read because I'm big dumb)

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Mission: 05

‘It’s been four days! Four days since she passed out!’ Kylo’s sleep deprived mind wallowed in frustrated worry. Snoke called for an update, yet the news the commander offered wasn’t so satisfactory. The short information dump turned quickly into scolding Kylo of his failures, and the ruler's threats of harm to both him and Xena, shall he continue his losing streak.

He put his hands to the half-breed's head and focused on breaking through her barriers. Searching through her subconscious to find the instructions. Bits and pieces. Only scattered parts of the flash drive littered her brain.

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Step… harness… from… to create the…

Use durasteel rings for…

�� control gravitational… object

Harness… X… gamma

… energy… make…

—

And that’s all he was able to receive before he was pushed out. After being brought back to reality, he heard a groan. She was stirring awake and he felt excited? Nervous?

‘Damn! What is this?! My emotions should be anger, fury, aggression, not.. whatever this is!’ Kylo cursed himself through his confusion.

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“Mmmhhhng..” I struggled to open my eyes. I felt a large, warm hand engulf my smaller, cold one. That brought me back. I opened my eyes and sat up with a jolt of sudden energy. I could feel an IV pulling against my arm, as if beckoning me to the thin mattress. I looked around frantically. The realization of my predicament came to me like a flood.

My hands swung violently. Hyperventilating as I grabbed and tugged at the wires and tubes that connected me to the noisy machines. My weakened state wasn’t enough to do much damage, only pulling out a few suctioned wires attached to my chest, and the probe that latched to my middle finger.

Those wide palms touched me again. Gingerly holding my forearms. Sturdy, yet soft was how he held me.

“Shhh… Stop flailing. You’ll hurt yourself.” He cooed. Trying to calm me down, though I couldn’t determine if the tone was genuine or not.

‘He can’t care about me, right? It’s just a ruse to get the information? Maybe he’s just making sure the one thing that holds what he’s looking for is safe? He said I only know about this flash drive, right? But I have no recollection of any sort of thing.’ My thoughts rambled as I questioned the moment internally.

“Like you care!” I huffed dramatically.

“Snippy as always I see.” he sighed, but I could swear I saw a grin prick at the corners of his lips. As soon as it came, though, it left. A scowl replaced it. He abruptly got up and left the room, slamming the privacy curtain shut. The hissing sound of the door soon followed.

Being left with my jumbled thoughts burdened me. ‘This is a load of bantha shit!’

The door opened again, not even five minutes since the commander left.

Angry at his antics I blurted, “Hey, douche! Welcome back!” Followed by the throwing of a pillow when the shadow showed itself from behind the curtain. Only it wasn’t Kylo’s shadow, but rather Hux.

“Our ‘beloved’ commander can’t seem to grasp the severity of his assignment. Rather, he toys with you, like a cat to mouse. I’ll see to it you get the correct treatment.” I gulped in response to his threatening words, “and don’t think your little head injury will discourage me.”

Two troopers came in. They harshly ripped the IV from my arm and hauled me to my feet. Still unsteady, they basically dragged me to my uncertain doom.

After a long trip through the corridors, we arrived at a desolate room occupied by a single chair. Some sort of chair, at least. It looked like a medical chair, the type you’d sit in at the dentist, yet donned with straps.

A storm trooper shoved me down into the chair.

“Kriff! Take it easy!” I gritted my teeth at the situation. Hux strapped me in and excused his minions.

“As always, such a naughty mouth!” His face contorted in disgust towards me. “Now what would you prefer? Shall we go straight to the torture? Or perhaps some simple truth serum shall suffice?”

“Fuck. You.” I hissed.

“The hard way it is then.” He smirked and grabbed a stun rod. He gave the weapon a few tests by clicking the trigger and letting it zap the air. The blue electricity could be seen pulsing around it.

“Bastard!” I screamed as a last effort to hide my fear. In response he scoffed then came closer, tilting the device towards my exposed flesh.

“Now. What did the flash drive say?” He spoke with an eerily calm tone, yet his face showed nothing but sadistic excitement.

“I already told you people, I. Dont. Rememb-!” Before I could even finish my sentence, the shock formed in my shoulder. The burning pulse spreads through my muscles to my arm. Pain enveloped the upper left corner of my body, making it convulse. My heart thudded in my chest as it reacted to the intensely foreign feeling.

“Wrong answer!” His sing-song voice made me want to gag. “Try again.”

His gaze turned stern. Staring into my soul as I responded.

“I only remember my jet landing on endor! Everything after that is blank up until 7 hours ago! I. Forgot!”

He grit his teeth and grunted as he moved the stun rod to my sternum. Ready to zap where it would hurt the most. Where it was the most dangerous, but before he could trigger the electricity, a few booming stomps came, then the hiss of a door.

“Hux!” Ren all but screeched. I could feel the fury radiating off of him at full blast. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“And what is that, Ren?” I could hear the general's teeth grinding together from where I was. He was almost just as angry as Kylo.

Ren approached him. “I was tasked with taking care of her and the drive! I was! Not you! Or do you dare disobey Snoke?!” He shoved Hux to the side to get to me, fully ignoring his coworker as he scoffed and left the room.

“Are you alright?” The tone was soft, soothing and I almost didn’t register it until it had to be said the second time.

“I-I’ll be okay, Ren.” I flexed my fingers and wrists as he undid the restraints.

“Damnit.” The commander cursed under his breath.

As soon as I was freed and stood up, he gripped my arm, making me wince the slightest bit as the tenderness of the previously-shocked flesh.

“Where the hell are you taking me this time?!”

“Back to my room.”

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Crowned by the devil - ch.2

Summary: Training week starts, someone makes your past come back to life

Warnings: language, past child abuse, violence

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The rest of your cycle went pretty well, contradicting what you had imagined when you connected the dots and figured out that you were kidnaped. The reason for your happiness was the bath you had in that enormous bathtub in your room, it took you a couple of minutes to understand how to work with all of those buttons, but when you finally got the perfect water temperature and scent of bath bomb, you let your body sink into the water, allowing the stress and all the fear you had felt wash away. For a couple of minutes you forgot about your past, that you were there fighting to be the devil’s wife and the only sensation coursing through you was peace. Of course, eventually, the water became cold, even though you were pretty used to cold water since it was all that you had cleaned yourself with during your life, you got out of the tub and put on the comfiest clothes you found in the wardrobe. Finally, you left your quarters to go into the common room and have dinner, you hadn’t noticed that you were starving until that very moment. Entering the room you could see a gorgeous woman with dark skin and long, voluminous black hair, still dressed on the what you were previously using, eating in the sofa, the sight immediately made your stomach come to life making all kind of embarrassing sounds.

Her head turned to you quickly and your eyes met her brown eyes in a second. You didn’t really care of what any of the girls thought of you, you knew that you didn’t belong in there, you knew your place, but you also knew what you were capable of, you might not be a “lady”, but that didn’t make you any less than them. Surprising you, she gave you a sweet smile while pointing with her head to a tray of food. Something in her made a shy smile appear on your face while you walked to get your dinner. You weren’t going to eat there but you decided to introduce yourself.

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m y/n” you said in a whisper while you walked to your quarters, before your body completely entered it you hear her gentle voice “Aduke Aba”.

Just like ordered by your new boss at 0800 hours you were standing in front of the door that connected your quarters to the common room. While you waited, you decided to take a look around, Aduke was once again sitting on a couch, but this time with the clothes you were all forced to wear during training, a black tank top, with your name printed on it, and leggings with some leather combat boots. The other four girls were spreaded across the room, you could see a tall blonde girl with the greenest eyes you had ever seen talking to a shorter one with brown hair that even in a ponytail still made contact with her ass, looking at their tank tops you found out that their names were Antje and Heide respectively. Before you could continue your scan through the room, the General and the Knights of Ren entered, their sinister energy making every body hair you got stand. Straightening your posture, you watched the six large and tall man make their way to the center of the room standing right behind Hux. His voice, monotonous as ever, filled your ears.

“Great to see that you know how to be on time. In this cycle, you will get to know the Steadfast’s training center, where you will train with you designed knight. Please, follow me”. Without waiting for any kind of reply or acknowledgment from any of you, the red haired man walked passed the six knights and made his way out of the room, soon being followed by the sextet. Quickly, you started to walk, not looking forward to get on the General’s bad side. The ship looked the same everywhere, the hallways were a dark grey color with black floors and they all had an equal light pattern. You couldn’t distinguish any of those halls, you were completely lost. After walking for a couple of minutes the General and the masked men following him finally stopped in, yet another, grey room, this one had it’s differences however. It’s walls were covered in all kind of training weapons, the floor was covered in some kind of mat to soften falls. If you had thought that the common room was big, the training center was a monster, you could fit hundreds of your Tatooine’s home in there. Your thoughts were interrupted once again by Hux. 

“This is the training center the Supreme Leader has spared for your training for the next two weeks. Just like in this cycle, in the following ones we will meet in the common room and walk here, you will have a lunch break at 1200 hours and the training sessions will end at 1600 hours, when they are done you will be escorted back to the room and then you may all engage in whatever activity you find suitable. Are we clear?”. From the absence of sound in the room, you figured that just like you the others answered with a nod. Satisfied, the General made his way out of the center wishing us a nice cycle. 

Uncertain of what to do next, you kept yourself at the place you had initially stopped waiting for further instruction. It wasn’t long before one of the masked figures came near you causing you to instinctively take a step back, the scene apparently amused the man since a quick distorced laugh left his mask. “I’m Cardo, I’ll be the one training you. Let’s not waste time, shall we?” he said turning his back to you and making his way to the left corner of the room, where he stopped and faced you. Not wanting to make a fool of yourself, you quickly followed his lead. “We will train hand-to-hand combat, since from what I read in your file you are very good at it” he stated taking his mask off and carefully placing it on the floor, when he turned his face to you again, you almost forgot the questions running through your mind when he had told that there was a file about you. The fact that he was a humanoid shocked you, seeing his big and strong figure made you think he was a monster, now seeing his blue eyes staring at you, confusion invaded your brain. “Your thoughts are really loud” he said with a smirk. If you were the blushing type you would be totally red by now, but keeping your cold faced you just whispered “Whatever” and started to prepare yourself for the training. 

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Stars, he was a tough opponent, nothing like you had ever faced before. He was like a kriffing mountain, nothing that you had done made him even flinch, his feets stayed on the same spot no matter what, and you had tried a lot. After two hours of this humiliating session, anger was burning on your insides and you started to perform low tricks, you had aimed for his crotch a couple of times and tried to hit his face as well, yet again, continuing to fail. Your body was sore from the amount of times he had thrown you on the mat, he hadn’t even attacked you, all Cardo had done was defend himself. The mocking smile in his face angered you even more and you were about to burst. 

“Fucking hell, when I finally find a way to hit you I’m gonna kick your fucking ass” you screamed, forgetting that you two weren’t the only ones in the room. Your statement made Cardo laugh so hard that you could see tears starting to appear on his eyes. That was it, you were going to kill him. Taking advantage of his distraction you charged on him, hate filling you up with strength as you kicked him very hard on the crotch. Instantly, he fell in the mat as a sensation of victory filled you up. Cardo’s hand was holding his sore balls and you had finally knocked him down. “Great w-work, y/n. Y-you should use your anger more often” the man said through gritted teeth making you smile. You tried to help him get up, but he didn’t allow you to. The two of you continued in a lighter training this time, Cardo started to teach you positions to pin your enemy to the ground, even if he was bigger and stronger than you. Time went super fast after that, lunch time had came and a droid delivered your food. While you enjoyed the meal, you sat with the knight and talked a little bit about the First Order. He explained his and his brothers - as he called the other knights - function in the organization. By the end of lunch you started to think of Cardo as a decent person. The remaining training went quickly and before you realized you were back at your quarters. After a quick shower and devouring your dinner you were in your soft bed resting your sore body. 

The rest of your cycles went smoothly, Cardo still triggered anger in you, but now you realized his motives, he had told you that anger was a synonym for power, it was going to make you stronger. It was true, when you bursted on him you were finally able to hit him, and even though he disguised it you could see that he was satisfied with your progress. The two of you would talk during breaks and the knight told you more about where you were, what was expected of you in the following weeks and sometimes he would even tell you about missions that he had went with his brothers. You enjoyed your time with him, even though you would deny it to anyone who asked. You were also closer to Aduke, she was everything that you weren’t, she was sweet, she devoted her life to saving others as a field doctor and she smile too often. You had decided that you wouldn’t kill any of the girls if not provoked, you didn’t want to marry Kylo Ren and you refused to entertain his sadistic ass. 

Your routine was suddenly changed by the blond girl named Antje. It was your seventh training cycle, and all of the “contestants” were reunited in a circle in the common room eating dinner, you weren’t going to participate, but Aduke had begged you to, and so there you were. You didn’t really engage in any conversation, you just kept your mouth filled with food and your eyes fixated on the floor. You had noticed that Antje wasn’t fond of you for a while, sometimes she would throw you nasty looks and shortly after give you a fake smile pretending that she had never given you any of em’. When she talked to you it should have rang a bell in your head telling you that something was wrong, but you were too tired to care. 

“So, y/n, where did you get all of your tattoos? They are really pretty, but I would never do it to myself, you know?”, you gave a small answer as you got up having enough of the interaction “I got them back on Tatooine, and I guess it’s a good thing that they mark my body not yours”, as you turned your back you hadn’t realized that your pants had fallen a little bit, letting your most hated scar show. It all happened too fast, you heard her voice mocking you “Stars, what is that on your back? A “K”, what are you? Obsessed with Kylo? Or are you his pet?”.

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You had just finished cleaning Kreat’s house, his dinner was already at the set table and you were waiting for him to get home before you could get back to the basement and eat your tiny meal. Like any other day in the 15 years you had lived there, you watched the bald mid-sized man enter through the front door. Immediately, fear kept you still, your legs were still hurting from his last punishment and you didn’t want to upset him. Slowly, his blue eyes bored into yours, a smile painting his face. “Angel, you had no idea of the surprise I have for you tonight”. If you were scared before, now you were terrified, you didn’t expect anything good from him.

Skipping dinner, he guided you to the basement holding your hand, he lighted the fireplace and took a metal thing out of his coat, in the very end of it there was a metallic K. “You see, Angel. I have great plans for your future, you are going to gain us a lot of money” he said. “More than I do at the bar?” you asked - you had been dancing in a Hutt’s bar for money for two years now, since puberty hit you and your body started to develop, Kreat forced you to dance every weekend -. “Yes, angel. But I have to make sure that everyone knows that you are mine, you know?”, you nodded watching as he placed the K on the fire. “What I’m about to do it’s going to hurt just a tiny bit, but you’ll manage, ok angel?” once again you nodded. He instructed you to take your clothes and stand in front of him only with your underwear. Once you were done obeying his command, he took the metal off the fire, the ‘K’ once grey was now a vivid orange. Before you could even process what was happening he gripped you tight, forcing you to stay still, got on his knees and pressed the burning iron on your lower back. The pain that hit you was excruciating, you had genuinely thought you were going to die, but you weren’t so lucky. The scream that escaped your mouth was so loud that it had been heard from miles. Not being able to handle the pain, your brain shut down and it wasn’t long before everything went black. 

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Before you knew it, you were on top of her, your legs keeping her in place as you pressed your hands to her throat, rage blinding you. You were never able to finish her, soon a stormtrooper was carrying you away from there. After that, everything happened so fast that you hadn’t thought about what you had done until you were standing in front of a very angry General Hux at his office. 

“Are you completely out of your mind? I knew that you were a savage, a damn animal, but this was way beyond my expectations. You are going to pay for what you did today, if it was up to me, you would pay with your life -” his barks were suddenly stopped by a deep voice. “That will be all, General. Leave us”.

“But, Supreme Leader” the red haired men guttered. “Remember your place, Hux, or I’ll do it myself” the man standing behind you spoke once again, causing the General to leave the room. When you turned to him you were surprised by what you saw, instead of the mask that you had seen back in Tatooine, your eyes met a handsome man, his eyes were brown, his dark hair at shoulder length framed his perfect face, he had a prominent beautiful nose, plushy red lips and freckles painting his white skin, but what really caught your attention was the thin scar running down the side of his face. His voice stopped your staring session. “What happened?”. Immediately, images from the incident went through your mind, you didn’t really regret what you had done, but you weren’t exactly yourself while doing it, it was like rage had possessed you. “I see” he stated, reminding you that he could see inside of your brain. “Let me see the scar”, you shook your head, noticing that your hand hadn’t stopped covering the insignia ever since you got to Hux’s office. His deep voice met your ears once again “Please”, your eyes met his and you saw a spark of vulnerability. Before you could stop yourself you turned your back to him letting the hand covering it fall to the sides of your body. 

Soon, his figured got near you making you shiver, your eyes were already glossy, he would be the third person to touch it despite you, and you didn’t really know why you were letting him do it. Then, you felt his fingers running through it, following the ‘K’ shape with a soft touch and you melt, the tears were finally running down your face. Taking his hand away from your scar, he turned you around gingerly, looking right into your eyes. “I’ll take care of this. Go back to your quarters”.

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Thunder Thighs Ch.2

[Chapter 1][Chapter 3]

Title: Thunder Thighs Ch.2

Rating: T

Pairing: Hux/Reader.

Chapter Summary: As the search for “Thunder Thighs” continues, you are transferred. 

Word count: 1903

Warnings: Canon typical violence. 

Notes: WIP. Not completed. 2nd POV. Female reader. Physical characteristics: nothing more detailed than “relatively average sized”.

[Thunder Thighs Chapter list] [Masterlist]

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The next morning you made sure your appearance was perfect. Your bloodied face had been cleaned up by a medical droid in the training room and the swelling was gone by the morning. You even wore a perfect layer of concealer under a perfectly matched foundation, steps you didn’t normally take. Not a strand of hair was loose and you chose to wear the uniform that consisted of a skirt instead of slacks. Again, normally you’d choose the slacks, as the required footwear was boots not heels, but if they were looking for females with good fighting abilities, they’d likely look over those who dressed more like secretaries.

You arrived at your station ten minutes early. Ten minutes was enough time to be early, but not so early that it looked suspicious. Looks like everything was-

Your lieutenant barking your name suddenly made you flinch. Oh kriff. This was it, they caught you. He glanced at you, almost dismissively, “What is your fighting experience?”

“Basic training and drills, sir. I’ve yet to see actual combat.” You felt yourself blush as you admitted the last. 

He nodded and marked something down on a holopad. “Adis has been given a new assignment, you’ll be taking her place in assisting General Hux today. He has a meeting on Jandia, I’ve sent your reassignment and Hux’s schedule to your holopad. You leave in half an hour. Report to Adis, she’ll give you any additional information you may need and escort you to Hux’s office.” 

“Yes sir.” 

Whew. 

You were quick to find Adis, really she was already waiting for you. “This will be both an easy and difficult assignment.” She greeted as she started to lead you to your new assignment. “Your first job is to take detailed notes, are you proficient in shorthand?” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Good. The general hardly needs to be reminded of the events of the day, but he expects a daily report regardless. Your other job is to simply do as he demands. I’ve added a few notes for you on the schedule that the lieutenant sent you. I suggest you read through that while you wait for Hux to board the shuttle. Any questions?” 

You were about to shake your head but paused, “Actually, why the reassignment?” 

She grinned, excited about something. “Did you hear about the illegal fighting ring that Hux and Phasma busted last night?” 

Your stomach dropped despite the faux shock on your face, “No. But if they busted it, what’s the problem?”

“One of the fighters got away. A female fighter good enough to rip off the arm of an enforcer droid. I’m part of the investigation team to find her. The women in our squad were cleared first since we work with Hux on a regular basis. That’s why you’re taking my place.” 

“Ooh. So when Lowsyk asked about my fighting experience? No wonder he looked like he wanted to scoff at me.”

She nodded and gave you a sympathetic half smile. “Yea, according to your file, you’re about the approximate height of the fighter, but, well no offense, you don’t exactly look like a fighter that can take out an enforcer droid.” 

Oh stars! They considered you for only a second before dismissing the idea entirely! Maybe the skirt really was a good idea! “No, no offense taken. Yea, I mean, I haven’t even seen combat before.” You pouted outwardly while trying to keep your relief in check. 

“Trust me, that isn’t something to be sad about. You’ll see it before the war ends.”

“Oh! Why did you say this would be a difficult assignment?” 

Adis paused her steady steps and shot you a worried glance. “Whatever you do, don’t show fear or nervousness around Hux. He doesn’t like meek soldiers and his assistants are no exception.”

You nodded and gave a thumbs up and a grin, “No fear, got it.” 

Thinking your grin was a little bit of sarcasm, she shook her head and paused in front of a door and silently gestured to you to be quiet before hitting the communication panel. The lock blinked green and she walked in, you a step behind her. 

The two of you saluted General Hux, who was sitting behind a desk looking over a holopad. Adis then introduced you, telling him you were her replacement. He nodded, “You’re dismissed, Adis.” 

Once Adis left, Hux told you to take a seat so you could go over the schedule. You were still so elated that you managed to escape being caught that as you read through Hux’s schedule and the notes that Adis left you, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Is there something in the schedule that amuses you, petty officer?” 

You looked up from your holopad and blinked at Hux, “Amusing? No sir…?” 

“Then what are you smiling at?” 

The way he was glaring at you made your hand fly up to cover your mouth. He probably thought you were slacking off! “Nothing, sir! It’s just my face.” 

“...Your face?”

You nodded and lowered your hand, “Yes, sir. The others in my division say I have “resting happy face.” 

“Well drop it.” 

“Yes sir.” 

You purse your lips together in an attempt to keep from smiling, your brows furrowed as you concentrated on trying to keep a neutral face and your eyes were squinting as you looked back down at your holopad.

“Now you just look ridiculous.” 

“Sorry, sir!” You peeped out with a frown, slightly demoralized and slightly concerned that Hux was going to replace you.

“That’s better.” 

Oh great! Now to keep up an ambivalent disposition! You didn’t say anything as you went back to studying the schedule, though at one point you did catch yourself smiling again. Either Hux hadn’t noticed or he simply accepted that his new assistant just sometimes looked like a grinning fool. Hopefully you’d have it in check when you attended the meetings. 

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The trip to Jandia was about as eventful as you expected: that is, not at all. You walked a few paces behind the Stormtroopers that were guarding Hux, he had four troopers flanking him and one that followed you. Overkill if you ever saw it.

By the time the evening meal rolled around even your usually high spirits were dampened. Who knew assisting General Hux of First Order High Command, one of the most powerful men in the entire galaxy, could be so...boring? At this point you’d welcome a fight with another enforcer droid, even without a winning purse!

Hux didn’t have to tell you that you were leaving after the evening meal, perhaps the best thing about visiting a planet like this was the food, so you ate quickly and started to finish up the report you’d been writing whenever you had a free moment. When word that the shuttle was ready to take him back to the Finalizer and Hux started to leave, you quickly tucked your holopad into an inside jacket pocket and followed his escort.

Your hosts bid him a shaky farewell, to which he only nodded once. Considering how much sovereignty they were maintaining over Jandia, though technically now the planet was part of the First Order, you expected them to be a little more...relieved? No longer so jittery at least.

“How odd.” You muttered once the doors closed behind the last trooper.

“Indeed. High alert.” Hux commanded the Stormtroopers, who changed formation to allow you into the inner circle with Hux.

You frowned and opened your mouth, about to question whether the Jandians would actually betray the First Order, when specialized blaster fire shot down two Stormtroopers, the point man and the man who took up the tail. You and Hux both dropped lower, behind the remaining troopers. 

‘He’s too tall.’ You thought as another round of fire shot over head, barely missing Hux. Why were the assigned troopers a good three inches shorter than him? 

“Get the general to the shuttle!” The commander, the new point man, shouted to the other two as he dropped to one knee and started firing at what you hoped was the assailant. 

You were quick to follow the troopers and Hux, trying to angle your body so that the troopers were shielding you too, even though you knew if it came down to it, they’d let you die in a second if it meant leaving Hux’s side. Not that you blamed them, you would too if you were a Stormtrooper. 

The door to the shuttle opened and Hux ran in, the troopers behind him and you squeezing in next to them. You glanced behind you to look for the commander, but he was laying still on the ground outside. The doors closed and you turned, only to find the barrel of a blaster aimed at you. 

The last two troopers were standing in front of Hux, blasters moving from target to target, but they were outgunned no matter which way they pointed. The dead troopers outside were evidence that these people had armor piercing blasters and- 

“Kill them.” A laconic voice from somewhere in the shuttle said just before the troopers dropped to the floor from blaster fire. 

You screamed and pressed your back against the doors, but they didn’t budge. Hux remained passive, only moving as the bodies of his would be bodyguards jostled him as they fell.

“What, nothing to say, general?” That same voice sneered as his men moved aside so he could step in front of Hux.

He was nearly as tall as Hux, you could only guess by the color of his eyebrows that his hair would have been dark if he weren’t bald, and there was a giant scar running diagonally across his face. 

“You’ll pay for this.” Hux responded as he glared at the other man.

“No, I’m getting paid for this.” The man sniggered at his own joke. “Blasters and comlinks, drop ‘em.” 

You considered pretending that you didn’t have one while Hux unholstered his blaster, but thought better and dropped yours too. The man then motioned Hux forward and shoved him toward the benches that lined the side of the shuttle, where Stormtroopers would normally sit.

You were quick to follow, sitting next to Hux and crossing your arms over your midsection in a subtle attempt to conceal every trace of the outline of your holopad. If you kept the holopad hidden, the Finalizer could track it and send a rescue team. 

The scarred man started shouting orders and he was careful to omit names, either of his subordinates or where their destination was. Your attention was drawn from the captain as you felt Hux’s knee bump into yours and he rested his elbow uncomfortably close in front of you.

‘Geez, what a time to man spread.’ You wanted to roll your eyes, but once you followed where Hux was staring you realized what he was doing. One of the mercenaries had been staring at you, for whatever reason, and the longer you were in direct line of sight of him, the higher the chance they’d see your holopad. The way Hux was practically covering your side, there was no way to see the holopad. 

Oh. Hux realized the importance of keeping your holopad hidden too. Of course he did. You glanced at him, his eyes met yours, and you don’t know why, but you felt like you’d get out of this alive. 

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[starlightsearches]

Betrayed

AHAHA, I'm supposed to be sleeping so I can catch an early flight tomorrow, but instead I've stayed up an hour later to write this since I was feeling so inspired. Kind of a sequel to these headcanons that I wrote forever ago. This little story has been sitting inside me for a while. Let me know what you think 💖

Armitage Hux x Female! Reader

Warnings: Angst/NO COMFORT, not edited 😬

His skin is too hot.

It’s been so long since anyone else has touched you, and Armitage runs cold. His hands have always felt like the brush of cool waters, or the patter of rain. The way it feels to wake up and know that winter has arrived bright and beautiful outside your door before you’ve even opened your eyes.

Poe’s touch used to remind you of late-night bonfires and laughing until your sides hurt, but you’ve forgotten since the last time you saw him, and now his skin burns on your bare arms. You shrink away from it like a branding iron. The guilt hits you immediately.

He pulls you against him, into the cover of the bushes on the other side of the garden, hiding both of you from the sight and sound of the party guests who mingle in the warm outdoor candlelight just beyond the wall of branches. His jaw is taut as wire, spattered with stray, graying stubble, and there’s a shadow under his eyes. He’s disappointed. You can tell with just one look, feel the anger he’s trying to mask behind his concerned gaze. You deserve all of it.

Neither of you speaks. You’re still trying to catch your breath, recovering from the shock of the phantom hand in the brush stealing you away from the party, and it seems like he’s trying to figure out how to speak without shouting.

“What are you doing here? It’s not safe—” the first thing you can think to say, and as close to the truth as you’re willing to venture, “Poe, you have to go. Someone will see you.”

“I’m here for you.” There’s accusation in his tone, and you know he’s right to feel that way. It stings.

You gnaw on your lip, thinking of the right words to say—trying your best to avoid any outright lies. “I can’t go. Not yet. There’s still information I can gather, information that can turn the tide of the war—”

“There’s no information we need badly enough to risk your life,” he whispers, but it moves through you like thunder. “We’re all worried about you— I’m worried about you. The holonet, the rumors we hear—” he pauses, incredulous, taking in the sight of you, “. . . what happened to you?”

You shrink, but there's no way to hide dressed as you are. It's a beautiful ball gown, in his favorite color. He said the light blue complemented you perfectly.

There are tears pricking in the corners of your eyes, searing into you. It’s a fear you haven’t been able to voice, not even to yourself. It’s not an act anymore, not an assignment. It’s much too real. You’re not sure who you are anymore. You’re not sure where you left the other you behind.

Subconsciously, you move to cover your left hand with your right, only realizing what you’ve done when your hand brushes the sharp edges of the stone there, eyes going wide.

Poe notices—of course he does—snatching your hand from where it rests at your side. The ring glints mockingly, the dark blue stone in the center catching the light through the breaks in the bushes. Only a few hours ago, you had shed blissful tears as Armitage slid the cool metal down the length of your finger, and now the sight of it makes you nauseous, the feeling traveling so deep it worms its way into your bones and makes your stomach roil.

Your voice shakes, and you fight to steady it, to keep the tears silent. “He asked me earlier today. We were supposed to announce our engagement later this evening, but . . .” but what? Is that what you still wanted? It’s certainly something you still hope for, but how could you go back after this? How could you choose him over something you had always believed in?

You could scream. Armitage would come running to you—you’re sure of it—pulling you tight against his chest, holding you with solid, devout arms. You could let his heartbeat surround you, like it has on so many sleepless nights. You could forget any of this ever happened.

It would never be loud enough to block out the sounds of Poe’s cries. The noise his body would make as he was dragged across the gravel out of the way of the party, fighting with every step. The unmistakable echo of blaster fire would still reach you, no matter how far away they took him.

“Go home, Poe.” You steel yourself, ripping your arm from his grasp. “Before someone gets hurt.”

He looks like he wants to kill you. You wish he would—the aftermath of this choice will be disastrous, but you can’t go back now that it’s been said. You turn back the way you came. He grabs you again, and it takes effort this time not to scream.

“Don’t you turn your back on me—” he’s raised his voice now, his hold harsh on your arm.

He opens his mouth, but you’ll never hear his next words. You know the cadence of Armitage's steps by heart—know without looking that he is there behind you, blaster raised and aimed with inhuman precision. You know he never misses.

“Step away from her.”

He hardly speaks above a whisper, but Poe obeys immediately, his hand breaking its contact with you; he raises both arms slowly behind his head. Hot tears melt into your skin, but they don’t phase him at all. There’s hatred in his eyes.

“Come here.” You know he’s speaking to you this time—his voice is never softer than when it's aimed in your direction.

He can’t take his eyes off the rebel pilot, but he scans you as best he can in his peripherals; as far as he can tell, there’s nothing wrong. Not on the outside. But you’re crying in earnest, afraid for your life, and he’d give anything to go back in time—to stop this before it started.

“Come here,” Armitage holds his hand out to you, ushering you into the safety he’s determined to provide. The safety he’s promised you.

Your steps are slow and deliberate. It feels like lifetimes before you reach him, and he guides you behind him with his free arm, stepping between you and the pilot, blocking the man from your view. He doesn’t want you to see this.

It’s these moments that haunt him, these moments he pours over: he feels your whispered breath against the back of his neck, hears those words echo into the early morning. I’m sorry. Had you been speaking to him? He could replay the moment for lifetimes and never know the truth.

The rest of it blurs in his memory, and he lets it. He doesn’t need to recall the ache of your arm around his neck, the way his lungs fought for air, the sound of the blaster, knowing without seeing that the shot had gone wide.

“Poe, run!” your scream is deafening, right up against his ear. You’ve pinned him to the ground—how many times had he held you just like this?—but nothing could overpower his instincts for self-preservation. Your blood coats his knuckles, pouring from your nose; he struggles for the blaster. You still manage to reach it first.

Is that what he'd wanted? Could he have ended your life? Or would it have killed the part of him that lives inside of you, too?

He wonders if you would have pulled the trigger. He’ll never know that either.

You’re apprehended too quickly, and he resents that even streaked with dirt, with blood, with tears in your eyes, he still finds you beautiful. He resents every memory that flashes before his eyes—the way he had felt when he first saw you across a hall made of mirrors, and he knew he had to have you.

The engagement ring on your finger winks at him as you’re dragged off into the night.

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