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"Permission" Grand Inquisitor x fem! Reader

(A/N: Hey, a completed WIP!! And added more in the last read through...

Reader was a Jedi surviving in the Empire until an old acquaintance found them. Now, two Force users and former Jedi must navigate their current situation in life that has...less restrictions.

Warnings: MINORS DNI. Unprotected sex. Gender neutral terms used.

Word Count: 3,480 words)

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    You were on the run. Another year of it meant you were successful. Alive. A Jedi.

    But could you even consider yourself one when the Order had been literally destroyed?

    Could you still be a Jedi when many had fallen in one order?

    Across the galaxy, there were other Force sensitives out there hunting in the name of the empire. Doing the Emperor's bidding. Tracking down any remaining Jedi.

    Were you a Jedi or someone else's quarry?

    You were so tired. Nearly five years worth of hiding and surviving. Remembering your training to make it another day.

    To preserve yourself. Whatever you had left of your old self.

    Until he found you.

    A familiarity you didn't expect to sense. A flash of memories in the Temple archives. A memory of a friendship you could not have because of duty signified with an ornate mask.

    That moment of recognition delayed you and was the ultimate reason you were caught.

    A golden gaze held you in place without need to display a saber.

    He gave you two options: join the imperial inquisition or be terminated.

    "Is this what you call survival?" You questioned him.

    "Is this actually living?" He questioned back, voice smooth and not muffled by a decorative mask.

    "You were a temple guard."

    "I am the Grand Inquisitor." He had stepped forward. "Are you still a Jedi if your order has fallen?"

    Everything happened in quick succession. A new purpose, a new home, and a new dark outfit.

    Your life had changed over night. Again.

    Starting your training under the Grand Inquisitor in the beginning felt more like proving yourself. Showing your dedication, your loyalty, and your strength. Starting over.

    A little bloodier at times, but it was training. Muscles ached and you were moving more than you remembered of your previous life.

    It was better than the alternative.

    Yet your memories continued to pop up and you were not alone in the act. The Grand Inquisitor remembered frequent trips to the Jedi Temple's archives. A common need to seek knowledge.

    Jocasta Nu never did allow him to read materials he wished, only the general readings. Leaving saved knowledge to appear forbidden.

    Yet you were allowed. You were given access. You, a Jedi Knight.

    He knew then, from a not so recent visit, that the reading was much more dull than he imagined. He hadn't missed much. More disappointment than resentment.

    Interesting how he made his way back there.

    Interesting how he later crossed paths with you once more.

    The Force definitely worked on its own accord.

    In his new life, the Grand Inquisitor could oversee your training. No longer separated by strict traditions and duties to the Order as a whole.

    Training was more intense. He saw how the exercise tested you to your limits. How it brought a liveliness to your eyes.

    "Be advised," he warned you after an exercise, "if Lord Vader ever should visit this fortress, do not engage in his training. If you should, do not mistep. Not for a moment. It could mean permanent change to your current state of moving."

    You wondered if he had ever told the other Inquisitors such a warning.

    As Grand Inquisitor, he had been off on some mission. Some task. None of which you knew specifics.

    Not a new occurrence, of course.

    Upon his return to the fortress, you knew your conversations with him would keep you company. He was more calm than some of the others. Always trying to compete with one another without admitting that's what it really was.

    Even with all of your training, you had not been partnered up with anyone for missions. Yet.

    That did not stop you from looking into sightings on your own. Even if it was deemed more unlikely of there truly being a Jedi in an area. You had great determination. You wanted to participate in your purpose.

    Meanwhile, you were growing...antsy? Growing warm when the Grand Inquisitor made eye contact with you. You were more eager for his attention.

    It did not stop you from engaging with him whenever he returned to the fortress.

    "Surely, you didn't become bored in my absence," he said walking towards his quarters. Head held high, he was a picture of confidence.

    "I have specific tastes when it comes to particular conversations," you said civilly.

    "You always did," he mused, "Even to the point of light disapplinary action."

    Right, you thought with a frown. How long ago was that?

    You continued with a lightness to your tone, "I thought Jocasta Nu would like historical and literary discussion then."

    "She made her own rules and kept knowledge away from others such as yourself and I. It was for the best that you challenged her then."

    You beamed at the compliment.

Such a way of reminiscing.

    You were aware of how some inquisitors witnessed your fearless approach to the Grand Inquisitor on occasion. Casual and confident in your steps. But it wasn't as if there was a second in command. He was it.

    Which meant any valuable information came from him.

    Early one day, he informed you that another pair would be heading out to investigate a report of a Jedi. Instead of light conversation, it hit a nerve you had yet to take notice of until that very moment.

    "I've been to that system before," you announced as you walked alongside him. "I would be a logical choice."

    "It's for a larger city. That's why I'm sending more than one individual."

    "I can search for Jedi without being detected." You reasoned.

    "It is about more than finding them. The Inquisitors must make their presence known to the public in circumstances as these. Fear makes people talk, make mistakes, and betray those around them."

    "And as an Inquisitor, I can do as such." You rounded on him to block entry to his quarters. Heat flaring up your neck and hands. "Am I not imposing? Do I not qualify to do my purpose?"

    He took a step forward. Molten gaze peering down at you with controlled calm.

    "You are an Inquisitor. Do not doubt your purpose or abilities."

    You stepped closer, fists clenched tight. "Then why have I not been given a mission? I have proven myself."

    "Have you?"

    A gleam in his eyes made you step back, however the closeness remained as he followed until your back hit the access door. Your heart beat picked up. Yet, it wasn't from fear.

    "I train harder than them and you know it," you whispered, tilting your chin up.

    "Your determination and eagerness will not guarantee to give you what you desire."

    Your throat felt suddenly dry. Staring at him, you did not give him a reply. He took that as the end of the conversation.

    Very reluctant to leave his presence, you forced yourself to step aside. Eyes locked on his tall form.

    "I will see you in training tomorrow." Said he before he entered his room.

    Leaving you with uneven breath and an itch to have him speak more closely to you, you frowned.

    Why shouldn't my determination give me what I desire?

    If only you knew how much more you would desire.

    Missions, private conversations, and close proximity. You liked the ideas very much. Ever since your last discussion with the Grand Inquisitor, your imagination grew into uncharted areas of familiarity. Of spending one's time with another. Daydreams of what you two could do together. Something neither of you had done while in the Order.

    Warm, close, unexpected. Whatever you wished. Fast, hot, memorable.

    His intelligent, golden eyes haunted you day and night. Weeks on end. Those long dextrous fingers tested your focus even outside of training. And the mere curve of his lips sent you to wondering if they'd be warm or cold upon yourself.

    And Jedi had to ignore and banish such thoughts back in the Order, you thought in a huff. What trouble I would had been if I had spent more time with him in the Temple. To explore and gain knowledge on which were discouraged.

    Being an Inquisitor had its perks.

    Convincing yourself that meditation was pointless when all you wanted could be yours if you acted was one of them. No one could pull you aside and scold you.

    You craved something.

    And all I must do is speak. Act upon it.

    You found the Grand Inquisitor in his quarters late one night, pondering over a datapad. Letting yourself in was your personal perk.

    "I'm stronger than you give me credit for." You announced upon your entry.

    "It's not about spoken words, it is about results." He answered simply from the middle of his bed, gaze not leaving his datapad. Too comfortable in your presence to question your abrupt appearance.

    "Then send me out there. I'm not some Padawan on their first mission."

    "No. You are an Inquisitor and I am the Grand Inquisitor. Are you going to give yourself an unauthorized mission?"

    You ground your teeth, "No. Grand Inquisitor."

    He acknowledged you, "Focus on that anger when you run into a Jedi. Your thoughts have been distracted by your need to prove yourself."

    "That's not everything," you muttered.

    "Then what?"

    "You," you spat out, frustrated.

    A deep frown darkened his features. "Simply because you can not have your way? That's juvenile."

    Did he seriously not know by then?

What with all your attention on him during free time?

    You huffed. Fine.

    "I want my way with you."

    "You will wait for a mission to be given."

    You growled, "Physically, Grand Inquisitor. Intimately."

    His eyes widened in confusion. You weren't sure if you wanted to kiss him on the mouth or hit him upside the head.

    "There's a passion I can not shake. It will not be satisfied without you. It haunts me every night with images of your eyes in the dark, your voice whispering against my skin, that smirk when you like something, and your hands... your hands." You abruptly turned away from him, starting to pace the floor.

    For an underwater fortress, it felt incredibly warm.

    "What were my hands doing in your mind?" He asked, too calmly.

    How could he ask?

    "What weren't they doing? Do not tease me." You turned to him sharply.

    "Your dreams of myself should not be distracting you from your purpose here," he stated.

    "Dreams. If only it was just dreams," you scoffed. "My duty is the success of the inquisitorus and my desire is to bed you. Do I make my intentions clear, Grand Inquisitor?"

    "To bed me?" He tossed aside his datapad and looked upon you fully.

    "Yes."

    "For what purpose?"

    "Pleasurable enjoyment," you answered nearly laughing at his question.

    "The results afterwards?"

    Results? Cruel, simple question!

    "A better knowledge of one another, slight fatigue as if from a good exercise, and the desire to do it again."

    His eyebrow ridge rose.

    You placed your hands on your hips. "Is this your long way of rejecting me? Am I to expect a lecture from you regarding all the reasons why I shouldn't want you to mate me as if we were in desperate need of more Force-users? How you only wish to speak on intellectual terms and nothing more with it?"

    "That's all you want? No deceit or trickery to manipulate me into giving you a mission?"

    "Trickery? No, do not lower me to such standards. You know me. Tracking down Jedi is essential, but I will tell you how I'll gladly keep your bed warm for you. Mission or not."

    He nodded, finally understanding.

    You waited.

    You had done a great deal of talking and he needed to give you an answer. Either you were walking out of there still frustrated or you walked out knowing what his skin felt like against yours.

    He moved to sit at the end of the bed. Legs spread wide in his black shorts.

    "How would this benefit me?" His question gave you hope and an invigorating amount of excitement.

    You stepped up to him posthaste. "A pleasure greater than when you discover history or secrets and," you swallowed, "you don't have to lift a finger if you don't want to."

    "You'll do all the work?" His lips curled into a smirk that sent more awareness to your core.

    "I wouldn't mind."

    Chuckling, he laid back onto the small mattress and rested his hands behind his head. "Then I grant you permission to seek your desires. You have my curiosity."

    Body stretched out before you, your eyes drank him in. Heart pounding and fingers shaking from the rush.

    This was your chance.

    Your fingernails scratched his fair skin as you tore down his undergarments. Then you pounced.

    The black shirt he wore was discarded in mere seconds before your lips and hands were traveling across his chest with unsated desire. So taunt and real. Warm. You could feel his steady heartbeat underneath your palm. Exploring his body seemed unreal in your mind before your gaze lifted and met his molten irises.

    He studied you quietly.

    Sitting back onto his long torso, you threw off your shirt and wiggled free of everything else. Delightful contact. Heat raced across your body as you laid along his lean form. You placed a kiss on his chest.

    Finally.

    How long this would last, you had no idea. Yet you did know that the moment he wanted to stop, he'd voice it or push you off with a wave of his hand.

    So you would savor every second. Every touch and sound.

    Invisible patterns were spread down his torso from your hands and lips. Taking his body into your memory. Exploring all you ever imagined.

    Glancing down you noticed that he was, unfortunately, still soft.

    Maybe he prefers intellectual conversation, you mused. Or encouragement.

    Either way, you really would have to do everything.

    Sliding further back on his thighs, you traced his member with your fingers. Hoping for any reaction from the Grand Inquisitor. Even just one.

    For your own sanity.

    The muscles in his thighs contracted.

    Here we go.

    You held his gaze as you pumped him, keeping an eye on any minute reaction. What you found, surprised you, on which he could not hold your gaze for long. Bright eyes kept switching their attention between your eyes and your hands.

    Curious. He might have questions he's withholding.

    "I'll need you inside," you announced as you gave him a small squeeze. "You'll be warmer. Surrounded by me."

    His lips parted. Wordless and more engaged in what you were doing. Even your words seemed to entice him.

    Releasing him, you smiled as it sprung up to his abdomen.

    You would not curse yourself for the feelings of satisfaction that urged you on more confidently. Were you not there for enjoyment?

    Sensing his curiosity upon himself with your actions, you continued greedily. You smoothed your hands up his sides as you moved your center along his shaft.

    "Oooh." Closing your eyes, you relished on the touch. More than you could dream of. Between your folds and illiciting a moan from your lips.

    It was real. No work of your imagination.

    The Grand Inquisitor laid beneath you and the possibilities of more pleasure made you all the more ready for it. You could feel his gaze on you, watching you rock against him to your leisure. Without knowing your time allowed, you were going to savor every second.

    And maybe he'll enjoy some of it, you thought.

You peered up and saw him watching you lazily.

    You easily sensed his contentment and a wave of arousal rolled through you.

    Kriff.

    Just his gaze on you was enough to make you heated and needy. Rising your hips, you grabbed his length and coaxed it inside. A little tight, but you were an Inquisitor and could handle fleeting discomforts. Slowly, you lowered yourself, taking him in with growing rapture.

Observing your seated position, you grinned and lightly scratched his abdomen.

    "Are you warm, my Grand Inquisitor?"

    "Comfortably." He answered evenly.

    "You look comfortable," you observed playfully. You were more than eager to hear him speak.

    "Is that why you've chosen to be seated?" He inquired.

    "What better way to enjoy the view graciously given to me?" With a smile on your lips, you started rolling your hips. Finding a rhythm that suited you kept your pleasure building. Slow and steady. Hazy vision crept up on you the longer you focused on the feel of him inside, filling you. The tensing of his muscles underneath when you made a quick change of rhythm.

    "Inquisitor," you murmured.

    You heard his breathing. The small, quick intakes of air were driving you wild. Rotating your hips faster. Gripping his sides tighter. Chasing that electrical pulse to the end with one glance to the Grand Inquisitor's eyes. More dark than golden.

    He smiled.

    Muscles seemed to have a life of their own while pleasure like you never dreamed of shook you. You whined, fell forward, and forgot the act of breathing. It happened in a few moments.

    Then all was relaxed.

    "What happened?"

    You smiled against a warm torso.

    The Grand Inquisitor, you thought and didn't bother to move nor answer his question.

    A hand came to rest on your upper back. Your smile widened. You had gotten your desire. Took it with glee and passion.

    What other Inquisitor could say the same?

    Resting your chin on him, you met his gaze.

    "I believe, we have a problem." He stated.

    "What?" You couldn't hide the disappointment in your voice.

    "I am...at an impulse." His pelvis pushed up to yours.

    "OH."

    "I believe it is correct to state you enjoyed yourself."

    "More than anything."

    "And you would not object to more?"

    "Just roll us over," you said and rested atop of him once more.

    After a huff of minor amusement, he did as you suggested.

    Only then did your position cause your heart to pick up in pace in one here glance. No doubt from his arms planted on either side of you and the close view of his focused expression upon his very fair face. Added that he wished to continue and explore the new activity with you.

You swallowed.

    "Take your time," you said, fingers tracing over his chest.

    "I intend to take as much time as I see fit."

    Testing the movements of his hips and his new control of mutual pleasure, the Grand Inquisitor gave shallow thrusts. Each of which he judged with your bodily reactions in mind.

So attentive.

    Humming in approval, you wrapped a leg around his hip and urged him deeper inside. A silent suggestion he took without question.

    "You're satisfied already?"

    "I am satisfied with my position, Grand Inquisitor. Do not think I've already cum."

    He smirked, "As Grand Inquisitor, I should be above to observe all that I am involved with."

    "And in."

    He gave a quick thrust in response and took great satisfaction from your gasp. You lightly smacked his chest.

    What a tease.

    "Being inside," he said smoothly, "is more desirable than you described. You give me more than warmth." He rolled his hips faster. "It's a give and take. Your body attempts to keep me within as I'm preferring more, however... I must pull back continuously to satisfy us both in this growing desire."

    "I could listen to you for hours." You whispered as you traced the textured lines of his neck.

    "I know."

    His pace sped up with urgency and selfish desire. The mattress moving with each thrust into you. His body pressing down onto your own. Closer still, he continued until his sharp teeth were threateningly close to your shoulder.

    A small whimper escaped you, overwhelmed with sensations heightened through your connection to the Force.

    "You sense it as well." He murmured into your neck and gripped your shoulder with strong fingers.

    With shaking hands, you simulated your nerves as he thrusted with you.

    "Yes," you clung to the back of his head with your free hand.

    "Our connection strengthens."

    "Yes."

    He grunted as his hips stuttered and he pressed himself into you as deep as physically possible. Heat flooded within you quickly. You gasped in bliss shortly afterwards while he made a few more slow thrusts.

    You smoothed your free hand up his back and along the back of his head.

    "Better, my Grand Inquisitor?"

    "Immensely."

    "After I find a Jedi, we can do this again," you offered with your lips ghosting over his own.

    "I'm certain you'll have a mission. Very soon."

    You smiled victoriously and indulged yourself with his kiss.​

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"Useful Frustrations" Armitage Hux x Reader

(A/N: Starkiller Base could have many frustrations for Reader, the cold and whatever passive aggressive conversation Ren and Hux were up to. Reader and Hux agree to work through their shared frustrations with intimate activities. I did my best to make this gender neutral. Warnings: MINORS DNI Angst, not exactly a romance happening, Hux is giving Reader a lot of attention with his mouth and fingers, some language, unprotected sex. Word Count: 1,823 words)

Keeping peace on Starkiller Base had not been in the job description. Almost an entire shift of it was frustrating. Even while being successful of keeping General Hux and Commander Ren civil enough on the bridge. The mental strength you had to pull that off should’ve given you an automatic promotion. But what you really wanted was shore leave. At that point in your career and life, you doubted it truly existed. But you could dream. Soft sandy beaches, the sound of birds, and Hux handing you a cool drink. Only a dream, you reminded yourself as your bare feet paced across the cold floor of your room. Meanwhile it’s babysitting duty for me.

The door to your quarters hissed open. General Hux let himself in to find you pacing, boots and jacket discarded on the floor. Professionalism was holding on by a thread. You were clearly worked up. You didn’t feel the need to explain yourself. “Forgive the…intrusion. I wanted to thank you in person and,” he exhaled, “express how impressive you were today.” You rose an eyebrow. “Although I must apologize that you felt the need to intervene in the first place. There should not have been an argument of that nature on the bridge.” “I…thank you for your words, general. At least you appreciate how much extra work I put out.” “And you’re frustration continues,” he observed. “Aren’t you?” An unspoken person of all irritation kept you two on the same page. Clearly. A common frustration. “I deal with it my own way,” he said. “Does it work?” You inquired with hands on your hips. His expression fell at your question. “I feel like I should go train to blow this over, but…” “People will question your emotions.” Hux stepped forward. “And you won’t?” You stood your ground, ready for a challenge or perhaps something else. “I believe we have more in common now.” He took another step closer. Less than an arms length away. He wasn’t challenging you nor reprimanding you. This is something else. “Except you’re still wearing boots,” you teased, hoping he might be inclined for an invitation. “I am. Should we have more in common?” You looked him over, feeling heat rush over you. One you only dared imagine in your mind before. You nodded. He grabbed your chin and peered into your eyes, searching for any secrets. “Do you want this?” Your heart beat drummed. You had one, a secret. And you wanted to know his. “Lock the door,” you whispered. The only order you had ever given him. Swiftly, he returned to the door and locked all access. Once his eyes were on you again, he closed the distance to you and your lips with great determination. Your fingers pinched at his coat. But you welcomed it eagerly.

What were you two doing? Were you out of your mind?

Parting for air in gasps, the pair of you stared at one another. Both doing your best to read the other. Hands still holding tightly to fabric — First Order issued attire. But there were droids to fix wrinkles. “Don’t stop.” Your voice came out small, so tired. Hux brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. “I won’t.” He stole a kiss and another, hungry for this new activity. This new emotion. His lips pressed against your neck, under your ear. ��Hux,” grabbing at his belt, you tilted your neck. “It’s Armitage,” he announced before pulling up your black shirt. Armitage? Warmth blossomed in your chest. He discarded your shirt and his gloves before bringing his lips to your bare shoulder. Each press and pull of his lips brought a sort of haze to your sense. As if only what you two did mattered; not even the elements of your quarters could hold your attention. Too much fabric. You pushed his overcoat over his shoulders and he moved to let it drop in a heap onto the cold floor. “Stupid co—” Armitage interrupted you with a passionate kiss that would have had you stumbling back if not for his arms bringing you in close. Bodies pressed together enough to feel the other’s breathing pattern. Rapid, as it was, given the…emotional and physical expressions. It was a wonder and perhaps a living fantasy when your finger carded through his neat fiery hair. Always well combed and styled each day. He groaned against your lips and tugged you closer. Very close. You gasped as you felt more of him. Another wave of heat passed over your skin. Better than heat of frustration. A general of the First Order was in your quarters. Neither of you were following proper protocol, not that you knew what this could be labeled. Physical venting? An emotional workout? Whatever it was, you didn’t want it to end just yet.

“May I?” He panted. You nodded, “Yeah.” Determined hands unclasped your belt. A ghost of a smirk curved his lips. “How’s,” you swallowed, “that frustration?” Thumbs under the waistband of your trousers, Armitage glanced up. “It’s lower.” With how his tone lowered, you let your own gaze drop. “Oh.” That looks uncomfortably strained. Pushing down your trousers, Armitage made a satisfied hum in his throat. “For a moment on the bridge, I half expected you to yell at your superior officers. Your frustration could be felt even if you hid it well.” His fingertips roamed your skin, leaving heat and chills in their wake. “I may have yelled, but only in here. You just missed it,” you mused. “Then you are better than certain superiors of yours.” His gaze switched from you to your cot and back again. “With some things…I hope so,” keeping his gaze you removed your undergarments. “But I prefer one…specific superior of mine.” You placed your open palm over his clothed abdomen. “Favoritism will get you everywhere,” Armitage rushed you over to the cot. “On your back,” he panted as he watched you. “Perfect.” Heat, tremendous warmth spread through your skin. Were really doing this, you thought, gazing up at him. You swallowed dryly as he spread your legs wide. “I think I’ll extend my thanks,” he announced wishfully and ducked his head between your legs. You gasped as his mouth touched your sensitive skin. His tongue whirled around your nerves. Oh my— Taking what he could, Hux sucked and lightly nibbled your skin. Fists clasping the cot, you struggled for even a single breath. “Armitage,” you gasped. His acknowledged hum heightened the pleasure radiating through your system. Hands held your thighs until he maneuvered his right hand to your entrance. An index finger made its way in as you whined. He continued mouthing at you and thrusting more fingers into you as essence of time faded from your mind.

What was time when your shift was over? What was a uniform when it was wrinkled on the cold floor? What were quarters for if you were not sleeping in it? What were occupations and ranks when not in use? Who was a general when his pupils were dilated and fingers knuckle-deep into a lower-ranking officer?

Back arching off of the cot, your legs tried squeezing together. Armitage grunted, but did not give up his pace. Not until I’m—oh. “Armi—!” You gasped in midst of trying to inform him. Luckily for you, he enjoyed your sudden shaking orgasm. The vulnerability and unhidden reaction. Muscles relaxing, you peered up to see Hux licking his glistening lips. “Wow.” You smiled up at him. “Better?” He asked. “That was some ‘thank you’.” “I don’t go around Base thanking anyone.” Slowly, you sat up. “Has anyone ‘thanked’ you?” He scoffed, “People try for promotions not ‘thank you’s or…” Your heart throbbed for him, frustrations set aside. You rubbed his upper arms, still clothed as they were. “Or what?” He gaze fell away. Keeping to himself as much as he kept himself tight in his uniform. You dared not push. If you tried crossing a line he wanted for his own, you didn’t want the repercussions. Somewhere deep down, you didn’t want to be brushed aside. You didn’t want to be a number or a figurine on a game set. Not for a long time. Leaning forward, you kissed Armitage’s forehead. Blue eyes met your gaze, a hidden sadness lay within. “No one attempts to know me not without wanting to use it for their own gain,” he answered. A frown creased your face and you commented plainly, “Ren really is an ass.” Eyes only widening for a second, he smirked. “The bane of all my frustrations. And a great deal of yours.” He gave your thighs a light squeeze. “Ever the observant general,” you teased. “I must be.” “Then you must know about your situation.” His gaze lowered to the tent in his dark trousers. “Hard not to notice.” Despite yourself, you chuckled and moved your left hand to palm him. Exhaling sharply, Hux lifted his pelvis to meet your hand.

Still seeing him in his uniform struck you again how crazy the situation was. He was wearing this earlier, you thought as you rubbed him, arguing with Ren. That entitled commander…looking for any opportunity to push Hux down. “You needed this earlier,” you muttered. Quick, fair skinned fingers undid his trouser and pushed it down to his knees. Patience dwindling as Hux pulled you onto his lap. Whatever remnants of your release remained, he coated his member. The rate of your heartbeat picked up once more.

Who cared about promotions when connections could be made? Who cared about networking when you could be in someone’s arms? Who could give a single care if the commander ruined a whole console in a fit when you took Armitage into your warmth? Lips parted, Armitage looked at you as if you both discovered a great secret. One that would be yours to share. A secret that could help you both more than planned. Hands clasping dearly to his shoulders, you rolled your hips with his in a rhythm that had him gripping your hips harder. Staring at one another made it difficult to focus on breathing. But when else did you get the chance to interact with him uninterrupted? So what if it was all crazy or probably against fifteen rules? “Kriff,” you held him tighter. His grip on you allowed him to increase your pace. Each thrust gave you a world of pleasure. It built higher and higher until you squeezed your eyes shut. Hux’s lips pressed against your ear, “Let all your frustrations go. I have something better.” Crying his name, you fell over the edge before he filled you with all he could. No regrets of time spent. No more irritation from a long day. You and your general laid on your cot for another hour enjoying the new partnership. For you both knew there would be another day where venting wouldn’t be enough.

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Oh hey, upcoming fanfic alert 📢

"Permission" Grand Inquisitor x fem! Reader

It's two Force users.

It's in the Fortress.

It's spicy!

It needs one more read through.

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Oh hey, upcoming fanfic alert 📢

"Permission" Grand Inquisitor x fem! Reader

It's two Force users.

It's in the Fortress.

It's spicy!

It needs one more read through.

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Helloooo!!! Could you please tell me what fic you’re posting next? Thank you!

Uhhhh. The next fanfic I'll be posting will either be a requested Edmund Pevensie or one of my WIPs.

Neither one is finished as of right now though.

I'll try to remember to give a heads up before I post a fanfic next time round. And not like 2 minutes before I hit post.

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It's hot.

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Zeb loses Chopper to Lando Calrissian 🤖

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These are pretty random... Cool.

If you're curious!

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

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Hello hello! May I request a very fluffy Eragon x reader, where reader is fitting on wedding dresses, and though it's usually against wedding protocol, Eragon helps reader choose one?

(The scene from extraordinary attorney Woo comes to mind, it was adorable)

"The Dress" Eragon x fem! Reader

(A/N: Hi! Yeah, I think I spent more time getting distracted by watching videos from Extraordinary Attorney Woo. Oops.

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1,203 words)

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    Behind a curtain, two women helped you into a white dress. The first dress you would try on.

​    I can hardly believe this is real, you thought as you held the front of the dress to your chest. Oh!

​    "Not right," the proprietress quickly instructed the teenager adjusting the dress along your back.

​    "Sorry, my lady." The teenager's fingers busied themselves again.

​    "You're forgiven," you breathed out with a slight chuckle.

​    "Nervous?" The proprietress inquired softly.

​    "It comes and goes like waves."

​    And this isn't even the wedding day. A smile appeared on your lips at the mere thought. He asked me.

​    "Well, let your wedding dress be one thing you do not worry about, " she said.

​    "Thank you," you whispered.

​    "Who'd be worried marrying a Dragon Rider?" The girl giggled.

​    You nearly snorted.

​    "Claire," the woman scolded under her breath.

​    "Well, I know of no girl who wouldn't run at the chance. You're very lucky you know."

​    You smiled, "I know him quite well. In that regard, I am very lucky."

​    Marriage to a Dragon Rider was no where near commonplace. Not yet. Added that you were to marry Eragon Shadeslayer.

​    Many knew his name, but only stories with sprinkles of truth.

​    The fact was: you needed a wedding dress for the occasion.

​    Many in your position would only have one to have tailored to fit you.

​    Finding an enthusiastic seamstress who had her own way of business caught your eye as well as your groom-to-be's.

​    "There we are," the woman nodded and stood to her full height. "Shall we see what he thinks?"

. . .

​    Patiently and quietly, Eragon sat in a square room. Comfortable seating focused towards a mirror and closed curtains.

​    His boot tapped the floor anxiously. A sound that distracted him from the voices behind the curtain.

​    Eragon was only there after you had asked multiple times. Requesting his presence with a pleading gaze.

​    He understood you didn't want to handle all the pressure of one decision on your own. As it was, normally you would have a dress handed down or one designed for you specifically.

​    Maybe there's a reason men do not attend dress fittings. Eragon rubbed his palms across the cushion underneath him.

​    Little one, Saphira spoke in his mind, you are more nervous than she is.

​    It was true. In a way. He could easily hear his own heartbeat over the hushed conversation between you and the women helping you.

​    I'm not even the one wearing the --

​    The pair of curtains were pulled to either side. In the center, revealed in the soft lighting wearing a long white dress was you.

​    Air caught in the Dragon Rider's throat and his vision stilled on his beloved. No thoughts or movement shook him. He was very much frozen. Caught in a moment where he could see his future in physical form. Lovely, hopeful, and real.

​    Sound of light giggling hardly registered to his brain.

​    "Is he in shock?"

​    "No. He's in love."

​    "Falling in love all over again."

​    Eragon blinked. Your bashful smile pulled him out of most of his current state.

​    What happened to all of his nervousness?

​    Was there a word for what came over him only moments ago?

​    Had his mouth been open the whole time?

​    "Eragon?" You inquired softly. Your fingers wove together impossibly tight. "What do you think of this one?"

​    Swallowing, he hoped he was giving you an encouraging look. He knew how nervous you were walking into the place earlier.

​    So he focused. For you. Blinked away more of the lovely haze that settled over his vision.

​    The dress itself was white, but its shape did not precisely flatter your lower half. Or perhaps the voluminous shapes at your shoulders made it appear...off?

​    "I admittedly do not know much about dresses. In construction." Eragon rubbed his chin. "Are the pieces at the shoulders... comfortable?"

​    You shifted slightly.

​    She doesn't like it.

​    Nor do I, Saphira added as she saw through his mind. The dress appears as it may engulf her like smoke.

​    I'm not telling her that.

​    The shapes distract from her.

​    The two women with you invited you to examine yourself in a mirror.

​    Eragon shifted on the cushion.

​    In front of the mirror, your eyes squinted with your focus returning to your shoulders.

​    Delicately, he asked, "Would you be more comfortable with less fabric on the shoulders?"

​    You met his gaze in the mirror's reflection and nodded.

​    "Then let's get you into the sleeved one, shall we?" The proprietress smiled and kindly lead you back and shut the curtain.

​    He exhaled heavily and felt Saphira's amusement.

. . .

​    So the second dress had caught Eragon's attention with its long sleeves and small train. You marked it as a no because of the exposure of skin from shoulder to shoulder with a sweep of draping fabric as a neckline.

​    If it was only Eragon, Saphira, and I at the ceremony then the second dress would've been an immediate yes. You thought as you pushed that dress out of your mind. An easier task once you doned on the next dress. Oh.

​    Even without a mirror in front of you, you liked the feel of the dress and favored it. The long sleeves were plain, but fit nicely for an unaltered dress. Shoulders covered and a short train behind you, the frame of it made you feel different. A good different.

​    Nerves hardly shook through yourself.

​    "You love it, don't you?" Eragon asked as you took a step forward, away from the curtains.

​    "I definitely prefer this shape," you replied.

​    "It looks wonderful on you, miss," the woman smiled genuinely.

​    "We can add details." The teenager spoke up excitedly.

​    "Oh?" You peered over to the owner.

​    She gestured for the girl to grab something from a basket.

​    Decorations and details for any inspiration were laid out before you. Many options. Many possibilities.

​    "A Dragon Rider's bride should have the dress of her dreams." The teenager sighed contently.

​    So it was.

​    Minutes went by with any extra fabric and applicaes pinned to the dress. No longer too simple. Personalized more with each choice.

​    Through the mirror, you watched Eragon's nearly mesmerized expression.

​    "A little more on the left side?" You turned.

​ "You may pick how much or little detail to add... I... I'm happy with whichever you choose. You already look beautiful."

. . .

​ Details decided and measurements made, the dress was paid for. All would be taken care of.

​ "I can hardly believe we're finished choosing your dress. Your wedding dress." Eragon took up your arm with his.

​ "Goodness, it feels as if we only just arrived. Now all we must do is wait." You peered over at him. "And the dress is perfect. Thank you so much for joining me. And Saphira." You added, seeing her brilliant blue in the distance.

​ Bringing your hand up, he kissed your knuckles. "I can hardly wait until the day you wear your dress." He pressed another kiss to your hand.

​ "And we officially join families."

​ "I would love nothing more."

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A cultural reset.