#chancellor x reader

[assortedvillainvault]

Going back through your archive and having a delightful time, tbh .. I don't know if you're in a Darksiders mood ATM, but I love your chancellor stuff and rarely see content for him-- could you do a couple headcannons where he tries to be a secret admirer for the reader? I don't know why I get the vibe he would really lean into it as a way to express his feelings honestly, but NEVER reveal it was him (on purpose at least) because it's shameful/unprofessional? Seriously, I think he would rather die 🤣

A Chancellor ask?!? Blessed be!!! We are brothers in blood now you understand, hope in the night, simps of exclusive bad taste. I'm not kidding when I say seeing this ask made my afternoon, I hope you like this because I had a blast writing it.

SecretAdmirer!Chancellor x Reader

Aaah Chancellor. The most tsundere of all the bastards in the undying lands.

And you, human liaison to the afterlife, stationed on the Eternal Throne as if destined to be a pain in the neck.

He’s stalking the corridors, scowling at the continued deterioration of the floor (while he’s adept at jumping the enormous gaps in the floorboards, he’ll die again before anyone has to see him do it), and rounds the corner to see you stood like a beautiful statue, back to him.

In your hand, is a letter.

His nonexistent heartbeat lurches in what little remains of his chest, and he fights back the alien urge to either vomit or smile. Instead, he steels himself and sneers.

“If you are going to stand around gormlessly, must you stand in the middle of the hall?”

You snap around to face him, he can just barely make out the hint of a blush slowly fading down your cheeks in the gloom as your expressions twists from surprise to disgust.

You exaggeratedly step back and bow him down the enormous hall, features smarmed in condescension. “So sorry Chancellor, please feel free to carry on your Very Urgent way.”

He scoffs, resolutely ignores how his remaining intestines curdle excitedly at the fact you’re speaking to him, and makes sure to glare down his missing nose at just the right angle to accentuate your startling height difference.

He doesn’t move on. Why would he? Your spats are the highlight of his eternal grinding days.

“Hmph. Why are you loitering about in the Undercroft?” His eyes narrow at the letter, noting with glee how close you’re holding it. “I wasn’t aware Earth had recovered enough to start sending their filth between realms?”

“Oh fuck off-” SUCH a shame you had dropped all pretence of civility within three months of your station here, but he can’t deny your animated responses are shamefully addicting. “- this isn’t from Earth. Someone left it under my door.”

“Oh? Truly we need to pick up the pace then, if some lout has nothing better to do than slip chickenscratch under every door in the throne-”

“Not every door!” you snap, and he bites his tongue in delight. “...Just mine,” you mumble and oh, that blush… His fingers itch with the need to feel that warmth creeping under the skin of your neck...

But he has more self control than the other brutes on this ship. “So emotional over a letter? How gauche.” He turns what’s left of his lips up over his teeth. “Only a joker or a fool would deign to court you.”

He turns and strides off without another word. Leaving you speechless.

He is absolutely not running, how dare you.

To see you admire his little notes fills his ribcage with fluttering moths. He can barely scrape his brain together for another excruciatingly dull day at court knowing you smile so softly at the curl of his own handwriting, that you likely had found and kept every note he’s dropped off so far.

But by death itself, if you ever figure out it’s him, he’ll throw himself into the leviathan’s jaws before he ever admits he thinks so ardently of the only living thing on this ship. You cannot know. EVER.

His fingers are itching again. He must write you another tonight.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Mommy Kink with Mon Mothma ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 19th!!! It’s almost three week of Kinktober! 🤍🎃 The kink of the day is a Mommy Kink. This kink will be partnering with the marvelous Senator/Chancellor Mon Mothma. Hope you Enjoy!! 🖤🪐

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18!!, smut, mommy kink, vibrator use, fingering, light humping, teasing, pet names, light overstimulation, light orgasm denial, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Mommy please… it hurts…” you whimpered desperately as the toy ruthlessly vibrated against your clit.

The woman chuckled lightly in amusement, and she shook her head.

“No, sweet girl… You can take it.” Mon cooed, insistent in her stance.

You whimpered and whined lightly in response.

“Yes mommy…” you breathily whimpered in defeat, continuing to let the toy absolutely ravish your folds.

You sat over the woman’s lap, you ass in the air, as the vibrator placed in your folds went ham on your aching sex. Your legs twitched as you hung on top of Mon’s legs. The woman caressed your ass with one hand, trying to soothe your shaking, as she worked at her desk.

You whimpered and whined throughout the whole process. But the woman was quick and stern to silence you.

“Shhhh, Mommy needs to work…” Mon reminded you, “And she cannot focus if her Baby is whimpering every other second.”

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Sorry mommy…” you whispered, your head going down in shame of disappointing the woman.

“Good… Be good for mommy for twenty more minutes, and then she’ll be finished with her work.” Mon hummed.

You nodded again, this time with more enthusiasm.

“Yes Mommy…!”

The twenty minutes seemed to be that of the longest twenty minutes of your life. You squirmed in pain as you desperately tried to stave off any possibility of your orgasm, as Mon had said that you weren’t allowed to cum. Finally, you breathed a sigh of relief, when you heard her putting away all of her papers.

The woman then picked you up and placed you in her lap. Her fingers went in your pants and past your knickers, slipping with ease into your throbbing cunt. Your eyes rolled back and your hips eagerly bucked into Mon’s lap. Your arms flew to her shoulders for support, as two of her digits curled inside you.

“Oh Mommy Yessssss…!!” You hissed in delight.

Mon chuckled at your response.

“You were good for Mommy…” she hummed, “So I thought you deserved a reward”

You nodded eagerly.

You couldn’t agree more…

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Next Day <—Uniform Kink!!

Mon Mothma Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[dumpster-fire-deluxe]

Very important question: how does the "wearing your partner's clothes" work with Palpatine?

Does he have an undershirt that you can throw on in the morning or are you doomed to deal with his complicated Naboo robes?

Imagine he'd buy a simple garment which he doesn't actually wear but it's just so you have something of his to wear at the breakfast table.

Or he might actually enjoy watching you struggle & make you wrap yourself in a towel or bedsheet instead. And then make you do things with two hands so you can't hold the fabric up.

No, he wouldn't wear your clothes because they're not handwoven & expensive and he'd feel like a peasant. Yes, he's judging you.

[captainsophiestark]

Gray Jedi

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 23 Prompt: "No, you won't understand, ever."

Summary: Y/N left the Jedi Order over differences with their teachings and a love for Anakin Skywalker. Now, however, something is wrong with Anakin, and they might be the only one who can stop tradgedy from happening.

Word Count: 2,094

Category: Angst, Fluff

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I'd spent the majority of my life as a Jedi, so I'd heard plenty of Masters utter the phrase "I feel a disturbance in the Force" or some variation of it over the years. I'd even felt a few myself, once or twice. But nothing had ever felt like the looming cloud of dread that hung over me now.

I hadn't been a Jedi for more than a year now, which made the feeling all the stranger. I'd left over a few differences with the Council and their rules, opting to become a Gray Jedi by technicality and a non-Force-user by practice. So the feeling of dark premonition battering me awake from my peaceful sleep was even stranger.

Even having let my connection with the Force fade a bit, I knew enough to not ignore this sign. Especially because the face of my former best friend, Anakin Skywalker, featured in every single flash this vision was giving me.

Anakin had been one of the reasons I'd decided to leave in the first place. Somehow, when I wasn't paying attention, I'd fallen in love with my best friend. And that kind of love was forbidden among the Jedi.

I'd put up with it for a while, for most of the Clone Wars. But finally, when it started to feel like Anakin might have returned my affections, it got to be too much for me. I couldn't have something with him and still be a Jedi. So I'd left.

Anakin had stayed, and I didn't blame him for it one bit. The Jedi were the only family he'd known since his mother, and the only family he had left since her death. I, probably stupidly, had never talked to him about my feelings. What reason would he have had to leave?

I'd been living a new, peaceful life as far away from the war and the Sith and the Jedi as I could get, and it had been going fairly well, all things considered. But now, something was clearly wrong.

I hadn't survived as long as I did in the war by completely ignoring my instincts. So, I grabbed my lightsaber and took off for the Temple, since that would be the best place to talk about my vision and to start finding Anakin.

When I got to the Temple, however, I found it almost deserted. Something was clearly, deeply wrong.

As I stood in the entryway of the place I'd once called home, I felt a harsh shove in the Force, like someone had physically put their hands on me and pushed. I stumbled, taking a few steps in the direction to keep from falling, then decided to keep going. I rested one hand on the hilt of my lightsaber, ready to draw at a moment's notice as I raced through the halls.

To my surprise, the shoving brought me right to one of the most relaxing, comfortable spaces in the Temple. Even more surprising, I found this one full of what must've been every youngling in the Order.

They looked at me questioningly, and I looked back the same way. That violent shoving in the Force had stopped, so what exactly did it want from me? Why had it dragged me here years after I'd left all this behind?

A moment later, I got my answer. The gaze of the younglings shifted from me to a point behind me, and chills went down my spine. I heard a familiar voice say my name, but nothing about his presence in the Force felt familiar.

Slowly, I turned, leaving one had on my saber. With the younglings behind me, I came face to face with Anakin Skywalker, the only man I'd ever loved. And he looked terrible.

His shoulders were hunched, and he held his lightsaber in his hand like he was ready for combat. His hair was a mess, and through the Force, I could almost see a literal cluster of darkness surrounding him. But worst of all, his eyes were yellow. Glowing Sith yellow.

"Anakin..." I breathed, keeping my tone carefully calm like I was talking to a scared animal. "What are you doing?"

"The Jedi have to be destroyed, Y/N. They are corrupt, and working for the downfall of the Republic."

"Anakin, what-"

"They've been keeping things from me my entire life. They're plotting against the Senate. This is the only way to ensure peace."

"Anakin... I understand that you're feeling hurt and angry-"

"No, you won't understand, ever! This is the only way!"

Anakin ignited his lightsaber, pure emotion and anger lacing his tone as he seemed to grow to the point of towering over me and the younglings. I should 've been terrified. Instead, I was feeling some anger of my own.

"You think I don't understand what you're feeling?" I demanded, raising my voice to match Anakin's tone. "You think I don't understand the anger, the betrayal that comes from realizing the Jedi aren't always right? That the thing you grew up with, your family, is enforcing a code that is actively hurting you? Do I need to remind you, Anakin, that I left the Order? A year ago?"

"It's not the same."

"No, it's not. Unlike you, I managed to develop somewhat healthy coping mechanisms and didn't listen to the Chancellor hissing in my ear, the snake."

"You're like the Jedi! You hate him! He's the only one who's been honest with me, who's helped me."

I sighed heavily and rested one hand on my hip. I could still feel the storm of emotions swirling around Anakin, but now I was determined to diffuse it.

"I don't hate the Chancellor Anakin, I just think he's a slimy politician. Ergo, not to be trusted. And usually not the honest type."

Anakin spluttered like he didn't know what to say, so I continued.

"Anakin, listen, I understand feeling angry and fed up with the Jedi. It's why I left! And I really don't mean this as an insult, but since you came to the Temple so late, they were especially terrible at accommodating you and helping you find healthy ways to deal with your emotions. But the Sith are absolutely not the answer either. Their path is an endless cycle of pain, anger, and hurt. You lash out, like you're doing now, in an attempt to stop the hurt. Then you feel more hate, for yourself and for the world rejecting you, as a result of what you did to try to stop the hurt in the first place. And other Sith, whoever it is that dragged you down this path, will manipulate, exploit, and abuse you through that pain to get you to do their bidding. I... I really don't want to see that happen to you, Anakin."

He took a long, long moment to respond, his eyes staring into the distance past me rather than focusing on any one thing. I just waited, trying to project all the warmth and love I'd ever felt for this man to him through the Force. Finally, he turned back to me.

"You don't know who the Sith is?"

"No. I stopped caring, to be totally honest with you, the day I left. I wanted to leave this life and everything that came with it behind."

"So why did you come back?"

I sighed, long and heavy. This was not a conversation I particularly wanted to have, especially not with a bunch of younglings listening in behind me, but it was that or let Anakin fall. The second option wasn't really an option, so that left me with the first.

"I got bodied awake by the Force in the middle of the night after spending a year ignoring it with a premonition that something bad was going to happen, and that I needed to come back here."

"And why did you listen?"

"Well... because you were in the vision, Anakin. I didn't get details, but I did get an overwhelming bad feeling, and I knew you were involved. So... I came back for you."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I squirmed a little under the intensity of his gaze. There were so many bigger, more important things happening right now than my feelings for Anakin coming to light, but somehow that thought dominated my mind.

"You came back... for me?"

"Yeah, Ani. I mean... ugh, I can't believe I left the Order and now I'm still having to admit this, in the Temple no less." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, completely removing my hand from the hilt of my lightsaber. I had no desire to fight my way out of this one against Anakin. Then, I used every last ounce of willpower in my body to look the man I loved straight in the eye. "I love you, Anakin. I've loved you for a long, long time. A while ago, I thought maybe you might've felt the same way, but... that doesn't matter. The Jedi Code forbids that kind of love, that kind of loyalty and reliance on another person. But you, and the love for you filling my heart, have always made me happier and stronger than I was without it. I spent a long time trying to square that with the Jedi ideals, and I couldn't. So, for that and other reasons, I left.

"But Ani, for the record, it didn't and doesn't fit with the Sith teachings, either. The Sith have no room for love. Obsession, maybe, but not love. They thrive on hate and anger, and there's no lasting room for those emotions in a loving relationship. Or in a happy existence, for that matter."

"You... love me?"

"Very very much." I gave him the smallest smile, letting as much hope as I could muster shine through. Anakin blinked back at me, his grip on his lightsaber relaxing, and I thought I noticed that cloud of darkness shrinking quite a bit.

I took a deep breath, then held out my hand to Anakin. I'd already come this far, so why not.

"Anakin... come with me. Let's both get the hell out of here, leave the Sith and the Jedi behind. Let them fight their war with their Codes and their restrictions, their lack of love and their hate and their anger, and go make our own, happy lives together somewhere else. I can't pretend to have all the answers, but I've at least had some practice developing healthier strategies for dealing with big feelings than the Jedi ever gave me. Let's go figure out more together."

For a few long, heart-stopping moments, I thought Anakin would refuse. He'd raise his saber, let the darkness win, and end everything right here and now. Then, slowly, he retracted the blade on his lightsaber. The darkness had all but gone now, and the yellow had faded slightly from his eyes. Finally, he nodded and reached for me.

"I love you too. I have for a long time. After you left, I thought I'd never see you again."

I smiled, trying to keep the sadness out of my expression as much as possible as Anakin finally took my hand. Our eyes stayed locked on each other, and I pulled him closer to me.

"Well, it's a good thing I came back then, isn't it?"

Anakin nodded, slowly at first and then much faster as he pulled me the rest of the way to him, wrapping me tight in his arms. I hugged him right back, a warm glow surrounding me and spreading through every part of my body. Who or whatever had shoved me here with the Force seemed to let out a sigh.

"C'mon, Anakin," I said, pulling back gently, just enough to smile at him. "Let's get out of here."

He nodded, a small smile finally working its way onto his own face, and I led him away from the younglings without looking back. I hated to think what might've happened if I hadn't been here, but it didn't matter. It hadn't happened, and now Anakin and I were finally getting a shot at some kind of happy ending.

A disturbance still echoed through the Force as we left the Temple and returned to my ship, but it wasn't the one that had sent me running here. Something strange and terrifying was happening in the galaxy, but now, it was happening without Anakin. Hopefully that would make a difference, and even if it didn't, at least I'd have him by my side for the rest of whatever was to come.

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

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ray manchester…

╰┈➤ Stuck || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽

word count: 3.5k warnings: none summary: you, an aspiring-fashion-designer, get trapped in an elevator with captain man on your way to a job interview

╰┈➤ Secret Identity || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽ ♡

word count: 3.8k warnings: i think i cursed once summary: you and ray have been dating in secret, due to your shyness and secret identity, but when there’s a change in your relationship, it may be time to let everyone know

╰┈➤ My Valentine || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽ ♡

word count: 3.8k warnings: none summary: when you start working at junk n’ stuff, ray is immediately attracted to you and wants to do something special for you on valentine’s day

monica geller…

╰┈➤ The One With Phoebe’s Sister || Monica Geller x reader • ☽

word count: 3.1k warnings: none summary: phoebe introduces the friends to you, her younger sister, you are instantly attracted to monica but don’t know that monica is equally smitten with you

joey tribbiani…

╰┈➤ The One With the Baby Girl || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ☽ ♡

word count: 1k warnings: childbirth summary: joey helps you through the birth of your daughter

╰┈➤ The One With The Pie || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ✧☽

word count: 6.6k warnings: some references summary: after your crush on joey ends before it can begin, you start to move on. but maybe, just maybe, the story of you and joey isn’t over just yet

╰┈➤ The One With the Ex || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.2k warnings: presumed cheating, drinking, suggestive material  summary: after joey cheats on you and breaks your heart in high school, you run into him again years later and find out the past might not be exactly what you thought it was

remus lupin…

╰┈➤ In This Together || Remus Lupin x reader • ♡✧

word count: 2.1k warnings: none summary: when remus resigns from the position of dada teacher and leaves hogwarts, he decides it’s finally time to tell you the truth about himself and his ‘furry little problem’

╰┈➤ Stolen Glances || Remus Lupin x student!reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.1k warnings: age gap but it’s legal summary: remus finds himself drawn to you against his better judgement even though you are one of his students

tim bradford…

╰┈➤ Nightlight || Tim Bradford x reader • ✧☽

word count: 10.4k warnings: abusive past relationship, reader kind of has a panic attack, mild language, blood, guns, inaccurate police stuff summary: when you encounter a man while on patrol who has a threatening message from your ex, your TO, Tim, offers to spend the night with you

john nolan…

╰┈➤ Daddy Cop || John Nolan x reader • ☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: mild language, reader has a thing for cops summary: you go to visit john at work and see him in uniform for the first time

ian hecox…

╰┈➤ First Fake Date || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.5k warnings: none summary: Ian finds out his ex-girlfriend is going to be at an upcoming event and when you volunteer to go as his fake-date things don’t go quite as either of you planned

╰┈➤ More Than Friends || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 3.5k warnings: mild cursing summary: you have been ignoring your growing feelings for your best friend ian, but when you are chosen to do a romantic scene together will those feelings stay hidden?

╰┈➤ Fishy || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.8k warnings: none summary: you and ian have been dating for some time now, sneaking around so no one in the office knows you’re seeing each other. but when you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation, you’re forced to reveal your relationship to your coworkers

╰┈➤ Celebrity Crush || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.8k warnings: none summary: you have liked ian for some time now and despite your cast mates attempts at telling you that ian feels the same way, you don’t believe them. that is, until some interesting things are revealed through a video

╰┈➤ Historical Figure’s Mario Kart || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1k warnings: none summary: imagine being the mom + dad of smosh with ian as all of you hang out

╰┈➤ Try Not to Laugh: Crew Baby Edition || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: pregnancy, talk of milk (iykyk) summary: you announce your’s and ian’s pregnancy through a TNTL bit

╰┈➤ Shipped || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.4k warnings: swearing summary: when you and ian watch fan compilations of yourselves for a video, you realize how much you actually like each other

anthony padilla…

╰┈➤ First Day || Anthony Padilla x reader • ☽

word count: 2.7k warnings: mild language, cheesiness summary: after ian and anthony buy smosh, you can’t wait to finally meet anthony. but your first encounter with him doesn’t go exactly as you would have thought.

spencer agnew…

╰┈➤ Cool Shoes || Spencer Agnew x reader • ♡☽

word count: 3.7k warnings: mild swearing summary: when you join smosh as the newest addition to the games crew, you are immediately attracted to spencer. but will your little crush turn into something more?

╰┈➤ Cool Shoes: Part 2 || Spencer Agnew x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.8k warnings: implied smut, innuendos summary: now that you’ve both admitted your feelings for each other, spencer takes you out on your first official date

╰┈➤ Birthday Wishes || Spencer Agnew x reader • ♡☽

word count: 3.2k warnings: mild language summary: you and spencer have been long distance for some time now, and he decides he wants to do something special and surprise you for your birthday

╰┈➤ Spilled Punch || Spencer Agnew x reader • ☽

word count: 3k warnings: none summary: when you agreed to go to a smosh party with your best friend tommy, you didn’t imagine enjoying yourself very much. you also didn’t imagine you’d end up making out with spencer in the coat closest

╰┈➤ I Choose You || Chosen!Spencer Agnew x reader • ☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: none summary: when you come to visit smosh, where your boyfriend spencer works, he surprises you by showing you one of his favorite characters

╰┈➤ Marry Me || Spencer Agnew x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.4k warnings none: none summary: after seeing shayne and courtney tie the knot, you are worried that you’ll never find a love like theirs. that’s when you start to see your best friend spencer in a new light

╰┈➤ Fight Club || Spencer Agnew x reader • ✧♡☽

word count: 1.8k warnings: cursing, gross man flirts with you summary: when you’re at a club with spencer and you get hit on by a drunk man, you are annoyed that spencer feels like he has to protect you. but then, when things go too far, you get to see just how much spencer cares for you

╰┈➤ See You Online || Spencer Agnew x reader (partial social media au) • ♡☽

word count: 2.6k warnings: mild swearing summary: when you see a smosh video of spencer saying you’re one of his favorite youtubers, you begin to interact online. then, when you both attend vidcon (and spencer’s friends convince him to talk to you) you hit it off

╰┈➤ Dropping Hints || Spencer Agnew x reader (social media au) • ♡☽

word count: 1k warnings: mild language summary: after you guest star in a smosh video, you and spencer start dropping hints of your relationship on insta

╰┈➤ American Smile || Spencer Agnew x british!reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.4k warnings: mild langauge, i’m american so probably inaccurately depicted london/british, shameless taylor swift references i’m just a girl summary: when smosh comes to london to to do a show you also happen to be a part of, you and spencer hit it off

trevor evarts…

╰┈➤ Perfect || Trevor Evarts x chubby!reader • ✧♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: insecurities, body shaming, implied smut summary: when you are feeling insecure about your body after getting negative comments online from fans, trevor comforts you and assures you that you’re beautiful

╰┈➤ Am I The Crush? || Trevor Evarts x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.2k warnings: mild swearing summary: when trevor joined smosh, you quickly became friends, helping him settle in—and secretly crushing on him. then some interesting things are revealed in a reddit stories video.

angela giarratana…

╰┈➤ Misread Signs || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 2.2k warnings: none summary: when you start to become really close with courtney, angela takes this as a sign that you aren’t interested in her, until unusual circumstances cause you both to realize each other’s feelings

╰┈➤ Love Hurts || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.9k warnings: angst summary: you have been in love with angela for months and upon finding out that she is dating someone else, heartbroken you start to distance yourself from her and everything else in your life

╰┈➤ Jealousy, jealousy || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 1.3k warnings: hickeys summary: angela finds herself jealous when another member of the cast flirts with you and she decides to let you know that you’re hers

╰┈➤ Sleepyhead || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.9k warnings: none summary: a sleepy angela wakes up with you and refuses to let you get out of bed

╰┈➤ Second Chances || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.3k warnings: none summary: when the smosh cast goes on a company retreat and you and angela are forced to share a hotel room you have the opportunity to rekindle an old romance

╰┈➤ Sweeter than Pie || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: none summary: when you’re tired from work , angela cooks with you

╰┈➤ Princess || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 2k warnings: sick fic summary: when you start to feel sick during a game night with angela, you let her take care of you for once and she gets to see a different side of you

╰┈➤ Same Time Tomorrow || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2k warnings: none summary: you’ve been going to the same gym for a while now, crushing on the same girl who’s always there but never actually talking to her. that is, until the letters start appearing in your locker

╰┈➤ Red, White, and You || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: none summary: when you and the rest of the smosh cast go to angela’s place to celebrate the fourth of july, angela makes sure you two get your own celebration

courtney miller…

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word count: 0.6k warnings: sick fic summary: courtney takes care of you when you’re sick and is rewarded with a kiss from their patient

╰┈➤ Stay With Me || sick!Courtney Miller x reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.7k warnings: sick fic, mild swearing summary: when courtney calls and cancels your date night due to a stomach bug, you don’t hesitate to drop everything and take care of them

╰┈➤ Only You || Courtney Miller x reader • ✧☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: none summary: when you begin to get jealous of courtney and shayne’s relationship, courtney assures you that you’re the one they love

shayne topp…

╰┈➤ Worth the Wait || Shayne Topp x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: mild swearing summary: shayne is determined to find out what your Halloween costume is this year but you won’t tell him, and when the holiday is finally here he finds it very much worth the wait

julio rodríguez…

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word count: 1.2k warnings: none summary: julio has just won the world series and been named mvp and yet his biggest prize is you, his new fiancée

thomas barrow…

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╰┈➤ It’s Nice to Have a Friend || Thomas Barrow & friend!reader • ✧♡☽ (finished)

╰► || Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 ||

word count: 4.8k warnings: some mild swearing summary: when you start working at downton abbey as a new maid, thomas takes a liking to you and an unexpected relationship forms between you

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╰┈➤ You Can’t Change the Past || an Elena of Avalor inspired short story

word count: 6k warnings: i was a child when i wrote this summary: jacques, chancellor of emelda, plagued by regrets, is used to helping his cousin run her kingdom. but when he meets some ghosts of his past and a villain returns is he ready to face it all?

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╰► Harry Potter

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╰► The Lunar Chronicles

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╰► Will and Grace

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[rex-meshla]

An Unusual Assignment

Commander Fox x F!Reader

When Chancellor Palpatine summoned me personally, I braced myself for new security protocols or another high-risk briefing. Instead, his voice came smooth and calm, laced with something I couldn't quite place.

"An old friend of mine, a distinguished senator" he said, "has requested our finest to escort his daughter to a gala this evening. Naturally, I thought of you, Commander"

I nodded, masking my surprise. Escort duty was... not my usual field. But if the Chancellor had a personal stake in this, questioning it was not an option.

A short time later, I arrived at her residence, following a servant through the lavish hallways. When he stopped outside her quarters, he gestured politely. "She's just finishing up. You'll find her in here, sir"

Inside, I gave a soft knock before stepping in and found myself briefly taken aback. She stood with her back to me, hair pinned up, silhouetted in a dress that's open down the back, delicate fabric pooling at her waist. She looked over her shoulder and met my gaze in the mirror, a sly, knowing smile lifting her lips.

"Good, you're here. Can you help me zip up my dress, please?"

I swallowed, stepping forward, every nerve on high alert. "Of course, ma'am"

"Oh, please" she purred, that smile deepening. "Drop the formalities"

Her charisma was effortless, leaving me just a fraction out of step as I brought my hands to the zipper. I kept my movements measured, lifting it carefully until the fabric settled against her skin. "You're secure" I said, the words crisp, though my pulse hadn't fully steadied. She looked up at me, letting her gaze linger just long enough to blur the professional line between us.

At the gala, her confidence drew the eyes of nearly everyone we passed. I kept to her side, surveying the bustling room—elegant and loud, not my usual element, but I kept my posture strict and professional.

Sensing my restraint, she arched a brow. "Relax, Commander"

With an easy reach, she grabbed two glasses of champagne from a nearby tray, holding one out to me with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Ever been to a fundraiser gala before?"

"Uh, no. Can't say that I have" I admitted, clearing my throat, uncomfortable with the attention we were attracting.

"Well," she said, her voice dropping to a playful lilt as she clinked her glass to mine, "let's make your first one memorable, then"

The look she gave me was teasing, flirtatious, and wholly disarming. My instincts told me to stay alert, to hold my guard steady, but the challenge in her gaze was impossible to ignore. 

She led me deeper into the room, taking my arm as if we were longtime companions rather than mere acquaintances. The energy between us had shifted subtly, but unmistakably.

The gala room was filled with soft, glowing lights and a lilting melody that seemed to drift through the crowd. She led me further onto the dance floor, her hand slipping lightly through mine until we found a small, open space in the center. Then she turned to me, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief.

"Dance with me" she said, the words an invitation and a command. Her gaze was so intent, so certain, that it was impossible to ignore.

I hesitated, glancing around the room, feeling oddly out of place in the tuxedo I'd been instructed to wear. The tactical decisions I was used to making on duty didn't exactly apply here. "I'm not sure that's—"

"Oh, come on, Commander" she teased, her smile widening as she took a step closer, her voice dipping to a soft murmur. "You're not going to tell me that a big, brave soldier of the Grand Army of the Republic can't muster up the courage to dance with a lovely young lady, are you?"

Her words brought a rush of heat to my face, and something in her gaze left me feeling almost disarmed. I exhaled, giving her a slow nod, the hint of a smile creeping in despite myself.

Triumphant, she slid her hand into mine, gently guiding me into the rhythm of the music. My hand settled against her waist, feeling the soft warmth of her through the thin fabric of her dress. She seemed so at ease, and I found myself mimicking her calm, letting her draw me deeper into the dance. Her hand fit perfectly in mine, her fingers tracing a light, mesmerizing pattern against my skin.

"You're not half-bad" she murmured with a playful grin. "For a soldier, anyway"

A chuckle slipped out, unbidden. "I could say the same for you. Not what I'd expect from a senator's daughter"

She tilted her head, laughing softly, and with each step, she drifted a bit closer. Her other hand shifted to rest on my shoulder, her fingertips grazing the edge of my collar, leaving a faint warmth in their wake. Her perfume, subtle and sweet, seemed to wrap around me, making it hard to focus on anything beyond her presence, the gentle sway of her body against mine.

"Tell me, Commander..." Her voice was a low murmur, her lips just beside my ear. "Do you always follow orders this well?"

I swallowed, holding her just a fraction closer. The room, the crowd, everything outside the space between us faded into the background. "Only when the orders make sense"

She smiled at that, her fingers tightening just slightly around my shoulder, sending a thrill up my spine. The music wrapped around us, soft and inviting, and I could feel the pull of something deeper, something dangerously tempting in her gaze.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath warm as it ghosted over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Her fragrance, light and enticing, seemed to linger in the air between us, and I found myself leaning closer, feeling the warmth radiate from her in waves.

"And does this make sense?" she whispered, her voice soft and daring, before pressing her lips against mine.

My breath caught, her touch stirring something deep and unexpected. Her kiss was gentle but firm, a blend of confidence and challenge that I couldn't resist. I tightened my hand on her waist, feeling her respond as we leaned into each other, the world around us fading away.

As we broke apart, her eyes sparkled, the faintest hint of a smirk on her lips as she held my gaze.

I took a breath, steadying myself, my mind already racing. Boy, was I in trouble.

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[imagine-darksiders]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart. - Chapter 22 - Imagine_Darksiders - Darksiders (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

[throws this to the masses and retreats back into my bolthole]

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Puppet on a String Chp.10 (Fives x Reader)

Chapter 9. Chapter 11.

ARC trooper Fives

CW: Fives x Reader, Reader is a medical practitioner, angst, swearing, Death mention, Running from authorities, Mentions of dead characters, Inhibitor chip arc, Lying, Drugging, confusion, disorientation, Major character death, Palpetine being a bastard

Tag list (Thank you!): @notgonnaedit @amazonian-bae @spicydonut25 @bimboshaggy @tentakelspektakel

You sat next to Fives, head on his shoulder and eyes closed. His arm was wrapped around you, keeping you close. The ride to Coruscant was long enough to cause you to doze off. The hum of the ship relaxed you, giving a sense of calm over your body. Frankly the only reason you woke up was from the announcement through the transport ship. 

Attention. Please be advised we have arrived at Coruscant and will be touching down at our destination shortly.

“This’ll all be over soon…” you mumbled, sitting up. 

Your lover kept a loose hand at your waist, “Yea…” He nodded, “Can't wait to go back to the front and shoot clankers again.”

You laughed softly, “I’m sure I have patients who are going to be very upset with me when I get back.”

The next few minutes were filled with a comfortable silence. The ship hummed and whirred as it lowered through Coruscant’s atmosphere. It landed easily on the Grand Republic Medical Facility’s landing pad. After the aircraft settled, Shaak Ti turned back to speak with you both. 

“After you both speak to the Chancellor, you will come with me to the Jedi Temple.” She said, “And from there, you two can put all of this behind you.” 

You nodded, interlocking your fingers with Fives. Put all of this behind you…

It was nice, in theory. But Tup was dead. A friend was gone. Not to mention Dr.Mila, nurse Rino. and all the other healthcare workers that had been killed. 

The doors of the transport ship opened, revealing Mas Amedda, Vice Chair of the Senate. He gave a polite bow as Shaak Ti led you and Fives off the ship, “Greetings, Master Jedi,” His tone was friendly and welcoming, “The Chancellor had an emergency meeting and he will join us shortly. In the meantime, we can wait inside.” 

You remained silent, finding the lack of activity unsettling. Most likely patients have been moved to the lower floors, for security reasons. Still, the quiet of the GRMF set off red flags. 

This was never supposed to be a quiet hospital. 

You tried not to let it bother you as Mas Amedda walked with you into one of the doctors lounges. You were greeted by a droid holding two fresh cups of caf. One of which you grabbed immediately began to drink. Fives did as well, though he sipped much slower than you.

You were no soldier. You weren’t made for the long marches and fighting for days like the ARC trooper was. You needed all the caffeine possible before you inevitably crashed.

Your lover remained standing, even when you sat down and put your face in your hands. After a few moments to breathe, the lightheadedness hit you like a truck. You groaned, “fuck…” 

“Mesh’la?” Fives put a hand to your back, “Are you alright?” 

“I think…I think the exhaustion has gotten to me.” You took a shaky breath, looking up at your lover, “I’ll be alright…” There was a small sense of dread that settled in your stomach. You tried to push it down, but it only got worse. 

You managed to shoot to your feet when the doors opened, revealing Chancellor Palpetine. He had a small smile to greet you, and a part of your mind thought he looked like a friendly grandpa, “Master Shaak Ti, it is good to see you again. I trust you've kept this matter extremely confidential.”

The Jedi gave a polite bow to return the greeting before standing straight, “Of course, Chancellor.” 

“Ah good,” He nodded and approached you and Fives, “So this is the clone and doctor who have caused so much alarm?” The older gentleman offered his hand and you shook it first. 

It alarmed you that your fingers were tingling. You turned to look at Fives. His pupils had shrunk to pin points, and his eyes were bloodshot. His fingers were shaking, probably losing feeling, just like you. 

You glanced over to the droid that gave you the caf. You hadn’t noticed before but the droid brandished the symbol of Kamino. 

Nala Se.

“S-sir…” You tried to speak, but were cut off. 

“My, Doctor, you don’t look well.” Chancellor Palpetine put a steady hand on your shoulder, “Perhaps you should go, get some rest. Don’t worry, I’m sure this brave soldier here can explain everything.”

You swallowed, trying to speak again, “I think…we…she drugged us,” your mouth refused to cooperate fully, only coming out in a whisper. However, it seemed Fives understood you, as he whipped his head to look at you. 

He tried to second your statement, but his own voice came out slow and breathless, “No…No…she…drugged us.”

Horror and realization hit him all at once as well. Both of you seemed to be unable to speak over a gasp and the General seemed to have her attention taken by Vice Chair Amedda. 

“There, there, you two. Don't strain yourselves.” The older gentleman patted your shoulder, “Vice Chair Amedda, why don't you go with the Doctor to get checked out? I can stay here and speak with the trooper.” 

“That's a good idea, Chancellor.” the politician motioned and two guards approached. 

It seemed finally Shaak Ti noticed you two were unwell, “Doctor, Fives are the two of you…”

“Not to worry, Jedi Master,” the Chancellor waved her off, “I’m sure it’s just some exhaustion. After all these two have been through quite a trial.” He was reassuring and kind, “The Doctor can go rest, and we can speak to…ARC trooper Fives, was it?” 

“N-no, sir…please…” Your thoughts were jumbled. As if there was a disconnect between your mind and your body, “F-Fives…wait, Fives…” The confusion and disorientation only got worse. You looked back at your lover, eyes wide and afraid. He stared back, sharing your same look of anxiety. 

The door closed behind you, cutting you off from the ARC trooper. You weren’t even entirely sure when you had been dropped onto a patient's table. Time melted off into nothing by the time you had an IV in your arm. At some point, your blood was taken and analyzed, and the medical droid confirmed your suspicions. 

Drugged.

Nala Se must have slipped her droid onto the transport ship. It most likely snuck off the ship when you and Fives were distracted after landing.

You were about to speak to the politician next to you when a loud alarm began blaring through the medical facility. The guards watching the door tensed, rifles ready. You recognized the sound echoing through the entire building.

Code Grey. Lockdown. Code Grey. Lockdown.

“W-what…?” You tried to sit up, but Mas Amedda kept a hand on your shoulder.

“Now now, no need to worry,” He had a smirk despite the situation, “Everything is going to be over soon.” 

“No…Fives! Where is Fives!?” Maybe it was adrenaline, stress or the IV in your arm, but it felt like your mind snapped together again. Everything sounded like you had cotton in your ears, and your fingers still tingled, but your brain was processing information properly again, “Get off me!” You tried to shove the Vice Chair off of you. 

One of the guards held you down, and you tried to fight back, “Let me go!” You demanded, “Where is Fives!?”

The door opened, but you couldn’t see who walked in. It was only until Shaak Ti’s voice cut through the air that you calmed down, “Enough!”

The guard as well as Mas Amedda let go and you scrambled to sit up, “General Shaak Ti!” Your breath had escaped you in your struggle, “Nala Se…the droid. She drugged us!” You hurried to explain, “Fives…where is he?” 

“I wanted you to tell me, Doctor.” Her lavender eyes held no kindness or patience, “Fives tried to assassinate the Chancellor.” 

“W-what!?”

She stepped over to the window in your room, looking out over Coruscant, “I do not know exactly what happened, but Chancellor Palpetine was questioning him when he attacked. If the guards were not present, the Chancellor would be dead.”

“N-no…” You gasped, “No, Shaak Ti, Fives would never-”

“And then he ran.” She turned back to face you, cutting you off, “You know him best, where would he go?”

Immediately, there was distrust. 

What if you were wrong. What if it was Shaak Ti who had drugged the both of you? What if she was working with Nala Se? She had played you and Fives. Got your guard down and set you both up. 

“I don’t know,” you lied, “Maybe…Maybe my apartment?”

The Jedi looked to Mas Amedda. The Vice Chair of the Senate nodded once and left with the guards. You and the togruta woman were now alone. 

“What if he isn’t there?” She asked, turning back to stare outside, “Where else would he go?” 

Find a brother in the 501st. Rex most likely. Or Jesse. Even Kix or the field surgeon. If they were on leave, they’d be at 79’s. If not, lay low until they were.

“The military barracks?” You offered, lying again. If Fives was on the run, he'd stay away from heavily guarded areas to avoid getting caught. 

The Jedi took a deep breath and closed her eyes, “Thank you, Doctor.” She turned to leave, “Get some rest, I will need to speak to the council about this.”

“A-alright…” You murmured, watching as she left. Once she was gone and you were alone, your gaze roamed the patient room. Sterile white, standard for medical facilities. Empty countertops save for a sink, disinfectant soap and a hand towel. 

You were being watched by the medical droid. Only the medical droid. It hovered around you, continuing to watch your vitals.

You hadn’t seen your colleagues. Your fellow doctors or nurses. Did they even know you were here? Slowly and carefully you got up from the bed and peaked your head outside. The halls, dark and empty, were not those of the lower floors. 

No, you were still on the top floor. 

Alone. 

Without another second to waste, you stepped out fully to the top floor and found a fellow doctor's office. Your head was absolutely throbbing, but you pushed past it and swiped their holo. You felt bad stealing from a colleague but, there was a single goal in mind, one your clouded mind clung to. 

Fives…you needed to find Fives. Or a way to contact him. 

Your steps were hurried to the emergency stairwell and downward. You needed to leave. You needed to find your lover. By the time you got outside, your legs burned, but you continued onward. Hailing a hover-cab was easy enough, and you only let yourself breathe once you were seated inside. 

“Where to?” The driver, a rather gruff looking besalisk asked. 

“79’s. The clone bar.” You answered, trying to get your racing heart and severe anxiety under control.

“Yea Yea, I know what 79’s is.” He huffed, beginning the journey.

Your first stop, find someone in the 501st. You hoped against all odds that Fives’ brothers were there. If you were exceptionally lucky, they’d even be sober.

If the gods of the galaxy were gracious, you would find Rex.

Your lover trusted the Captain. With everything. Even knowledge of your relationship. 

But what would you say to Rex now? ‘The Republic you fight for put a tumor in your brain. Oh and it’s most likely a Separatist plot’? How would he even handle that?

You weren’t entirely sure how you were handling it. 

The ride was over much quicker than you anticipated. Once the hover-cab came to a stop outside the bustling bar, you opened the door and tossed a random amount of credits to the driver, “Keep the change!” you called back to him, rushing through the crowd of clones. 

You lightly pushed against the armored bodies that mingled around you. Your steps were careful but hurried, weaving between drunks, dancers and the like. Someone shoved you, and you nearly stumbled, hand bracing against the wall to stabilize yourself. 

The disorientation was suffocating. You lasted long enough keeping yourself together, but the drug in your system continued to ravage your senses. You couldn’t think much and your body refused to fully cooperate.

“Hey, you alright?” There were kind hands on you, helping you stand, “It’s pretty crowded in here-” his voice was patient, and friendly. His eyes were bright and warm. Instantly, you recognized him.

Kix!

Realization dawned on him at the same time as you. However, you didn’t give him time to talk, because you grabbed his gloved hand and pulled him to a fresher. It was empty of people, allowing you to speak. 

“Have you seen Fives!?” You questioned instantly, “Something happened and, and he’s missing.” 

“Slow down, Yea, I’ve seen him.” The medic looked spooked, “He was…well, he gave me coordinates and-”

“Where!?” 

The clone medic raised his holo and gave them to you, once you had them, he asked you quietly, “What is going on? They say Fives tried to assassinate the Chancellor, and he’s been infected with the virus that killed Tup.” 

“That’s not what happened!” You snapped, instantly defending your lover, “There’s…a tumor. A chip in every clone,” your explanation was rushed and broad, “Look, I-I have the data. I have scans. I just…I need to find Fives. Something is deeply wrong here.”

“You and him both sound crazy,” He sighed, shaking his head, “Seriously, what-.”

“We’ve been drugged. You can check my records at the GRMF.” You whispered once the door opened. A drunk clone stumbled inside but didn’t pay much mind to the two of you. 

The medic put his hands on your shoulders, “Look, if you’ve been drugged, I can take you to Doc and you can explain-”

“There’s no time!” you shoved him off and stepped back, “Just…just know this…” Your arms waved, motioning around you, “There’s something seriously wrong. With everything.” You didn’t wait for his reply because you turned and hurried from the fresher. 

You looked at the coordinates, double checking the numbers. They practically swam around your vision, making it hard to read, but you managed to give them to the next cab-driver you hailed down. 

“You…ok?” The green twi’lek looked back at you as you went inside her hover-taxi, “That's a rather…unpleasant part of town.”

“I’m good.” You responded, thought your voice was shaky. Quickly, you gave her the rest of your credits, “You never saw me, ok?”

She smirked and nodded, “Right, I got you.”

The driver most likely assumed you were a junky getting your next fix, or making some shady deals with crime lords. She could assume what she wanted, it didn’t matter. 

You needed Fives. 

Double checking the coordinates, you exited the hover-cab and stepped onto the platform. 

Hangar 18…It was on one of the lower levels of Coruscant. There were abandoned crates breaking away from rust, and a transport ship in complete disrepair. No one was around, so you stumbled your way inside. 

The door screeched as you shoved it open and called into the storage area, “Fives!” you walked deeper into the facility, calling his name again.

Immediately you were met with the panicked voice of your lover, “Mesh’la!” he ran out from behind a stack of broken, rusted boxes. Once the two of you saw each other, you ran to him. 

“Fives!” You cried, wrapping your arms around his armored chest, “the Chancellor…what happened?”

The ARC trooper pulled you back to cup your face in his trembling hands, “He told me. He told me everything. He’s the one who's doing this!” 

The…Chancellor?

Your eyes locked with his and your blood turned to ice in your veins. 

He was telling the truth. 

Somehow, it all made sense. In your drug-addled mind, everything fell into place.

Palpetine would have the reach to do everything. He’d have the power to kill all of your colleagues and pay a bounty hunter to kill you. He had the reach to hide his involvement afterward, and make himself seem innocent. He had his claws inside Kamino from the beginning. 

He put the chips inside the army. Chips that had orders to kill the Jedi. 

He drugged you and Fives. And to add insult to injury, he was the one who separated you and your lover, fracturing information and isolating you.

“What…do we do?” You asked, fear flooding your system. Your heart was racing. Despite everything, your body still refused your mental commands. 

That damn drug wouldn’t leave your system!

“I asked Rex to find me,” he answered, moving his hands to your shoulders, “and, and the General.…He can help. They both can.” it was clear the clone was still being affected as well. His words were jumbled, and he was unsteady on his feet.

You nodded, though the movement of your head made you feel dizzy, “o-ok…what can I do?” 

“Evidence.” The ARC trooper mumbled, “Get the evidence. You have the scans…right?” 

The original scans. 

You had them. On your tablet in your apartment. But chances are Palpetine had ordered someone to break in and destroy it. But Dr.Mila had them as well, on her work datapad. It might still be in her office…

Out of grief, no one had gone in it since she perished..it was a gamble, but you had to try.

“I do.” Your answer wasn’t the most confident. Knowing that the two of you discovered a plot to kill Jedi created by the fucking Chancellor had stripped you of your resolve. “I can…what do I do after I get them?” 

In any other circumstances, you’d be able to figure things out. But your thinking process was still sluggish.

“Give the scans to the Jedi.” Your lover answered you, “and…and the 501st. If Rex and the General don’t believe me, they can still get the evidence.”

Your response was cut off by the door screeching open again. The both of you fell silent, keeping hidden behind crates and boxes. There were voices coming from the direction of the entrance and you listened intently with Fives until the newcomers' words became more clear. 

“Fives?” the voice of General Skywalker echoed through the abandoned hangar, “Fives, we're here. Come on out. We just want to talk to you.” you could see the glow of the blue lightsaber over the tops of the crates you hid behind.

Your lover visibly relaxed. Relief melted into his gaze. Fives held your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. After he pulled away, he called out to the Jedi and Captain, “General Skywalker, thank you. Thank you for trusting me.” He leaned out from behind the crates, eyes roaming the storage facility, “Now, have you come without troops?”

“We have,” Skywalker confirmed. He and Rex were getting closer to your position. 

Fives began trembling, eyes becoming hard. He was clearly trying to work on instinct. The drug in his system was still clearly affecting him though, “Put down your weapons, then.” He spoke loudly, voice echoing around the dark building. 

“I don't think so, Fives.”

“Please, sir!” He begged, looking desperate, “Please, I'm unarmed.” His hands squeezed your shoulders, keeping you close. 

After a few moments, Captain Rex answered, “All right. I'm putting my pistols down.” You couldn’t see the clone from your position, but you assumed he just put his blaster on the nearest crate. 

“What are we here for, Fives?” Anakin asked now. He sounded concerned, yet focused. And possibly a tad impatient.

“We need your help,” The ARC trooper stated. 

“Whose ‘we’?” The General responded, “I thought you wanted us alone.”

Fives grabbed your hand and pulled you to a console. He typed rapidly with one hand, and then hit a large red button. The console activated a ray shield. The white sheet circled the Jedi and Captain, trapping them inside. 

“No!” Skywalker pounded a fist against the shield. 

“I just need you to listen to us.” The ARC trooper stepped out from behind the crates where you both hid out of view, “Please…” 

The General crossed his arms, “I'm not really sure we have any other choice.” behind him, Rex’s eyes were wide and full of worry. 

“I was framed because we know the truth... the truth about a plot, a massive deception.” You followed your lover as he stepped over to the two. He motioned with his arms wildly as he explained. To anyone else, most likely even Anakin and Rex, he looked like a mad man. 

“By whom?” The clone Captain stepped forward. 

“Well, there's a sinister plot in the works against the Jedi,” Fives responded, “w-we have proof of it. We can prove that everything that I know is true beyond a shadow of a doubt!”

General Skywalker didn’t seem convinced, “Show me the evidence!” he demanded, having enough of the situation. 

The ARC trooper gripped his head, “The evidence is in here. It's... it's in here.” He moved his hand, pointing to the surgical scar, “It's in all of us, every clone!”

“What is it!?”

“Organic chips built into our genetic code to make us do whatever someone wants, even kill the Jedi!” Your lover desperately tried to explain. He was trembling horribly, from stress and the drug. 

This time, you spoke, getting their attention, “I have…The scans!” You informed them, panicking now, “Dr.Mila..my colleagues, everyone who's dead also had them! This plot…they were killed to keep this plot hidden!” You wanted to be more clear. You desperately wished your mind and body would listen to you, but everything came out a jumbled, incoherent mess.

Anakin lowered his arms, eyes wide, “You know who's behind all of this?”

“The Chancellor!” You cried, “He told Fives! He’s orchestrated all of this!” 

Fives put a steadying hand on your shoulder. He nodded in confirmation, “He did. He told me! In the medical bay.”

The Jedi looked at the both of you, confusion very clear on his face, “The Chancellor!?” his tone melted to anger now, “You have gone too far, Fives. The Chancellor isn't capable of what you claim.”

Dread and despair filled your body. You were losing the two of them, “He is!” You tried to reason with Rex and Anakin, “Please! Just listen!”

There was movement out of the corner of your eye. A flash of red and white. Your brain was working as fast as it could to process the information. But once you did, fear slammed into you.

Coruscant Guard.

Fives saw them too. He whirled and grabbed you, shoving you back, “Run! Now! Get the evidence! The scans!” 

You stumbled back, eyes wide. You wanted to argue. You wanted to fight. But your lover was right, you had to get the scans. The proof of the inhibitor chips. “I love you!” you called before turning and running out of sight. You got behind a stack of rusty metal boxes, staying behind just to watch and make sure you weren’t followed.

Commander Fox came into view, followed by other armored clones. All of them had their weapons ready, “Stand down soldier!” 

The guard charges, blasters aimed, causing the ARC trooper to panic and raise his hands, “No! No! Stay back!” 

You couldn’t watch much more, turning and fully sprinting away. As you ran through the storage facility, you continued to hear the chaotic shouting. However, you had to ignore them, get to the door and get the datapad. 

“Stand down! Get on your knees!”

“Don't do it! Don't do it, soldier!”

As soon as you made it to the door, you could hear your love shout, “Get away from me!”

Then the sound of a blaster shot.

[plutotheplum]

Keep My Hand in Yours

emperor!zayne x concubine!reader - read part 1!

summary: the emperor is intent on convincing you that you are worthy enough to be his empress.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, oral sex, vaginal fingering, p in v, praise kink, throne sex, spanking

wc: 6.9k

a/n: part 2 is finally here! thank you for all the sweet comments, i cherish them all!! <3 umm... i do plan on adding some more parts to this series... so yeah, i hope you enjoy! :)

also on ao3!

“She is not with child.”

Zayne’s stern voice cuts through the chatter of his advisors, his fingers tapping against the arm of his throne irritatedly. The drone of voices silences, his advisors lowering their heads in respect.

You stand off to the side, playing with the sleeves of your robes nervously. Perhaps you’d been a little naive to think the advisors would have been accepting of your blossoming relationship with the Emperor. 

Word had spread throughout the palace, and most likely throughout the entire Empire about the new developments that had taken place overnight. The guards had heard you of course, their eyes averted and cheeks flushed pink when Zayne had held your hand and led you out of his chambers.

An unforeseen turn in events, and you had somehow excelled past the advisors’ expectations, garnering the Emperor’s affection for you. Whilst a small number of the Emperor’s advisors were pleased, the majority were not. Standing before them, you can see the disdain on their faces, the hatred that belies their thin smiles. Jealousy is above all however, for their own daughters were once placed forth as noble matches for the Emperor. 

You jolt out of your thoughts when an Imperial guard takes your arm, moving you to stand before the Emperor. Zayne looks down at you, and you can spy the slight softening of his eyes as he watches you bow to him.

“As I have said,” Zayne repeats, “she is not with child.”

“Forgive me, your majesty,” a voice speaks out from behind you, “how can she not be with child? We- we have heard of what occurred.”

Zayne motions for you to spin around, and you do as he wants. You now face his entire court, advisors gathered in hours of the early morning. It was the grand chancellor who spoke, a tall man, his face gaunt. You remember he had served Zayne’s father before he had passed.

“We are both not ready for children,” Zayne explains, “I had the palace physician brew a tea under my command.”

It was true. You had both spoken about the matter, and you simply could not handle carrying a child so soon. Zayne had agreed, snuck you out through the passages in the middle of the night, and had taken you to the palace physician. The brewing of such teas was not unheard of, but certainly not an accepted occurrence, although perhaps more commonly used among the nobility.

“I see…” the grand chancellor says slowly, his gaze fixating on you.

You want to shrink away, somehow hide behind the safety of the Emperor, but you cannot. Instead, you shift on the spot, averting your gaze to the floor as though you were not the very object of interest of this gathering.

“And you intend to continue this foolish endeavor?” 

Your head snaps up at the harsh words, gaze settling on the new voice that had spoken out. A lower ranking official judging by the coloring of his robes, his eyes narrowing as he stares at you.

“It appears you forget yourself,” the Emperor replies coolly. 

“Or perhaps you forget yourself, your majesty,” the official spits, stepping forward, “you would ruin the image of your rule to marry some… some lowly concubine?”

The murmurs of the other members of court are hard to ignore, hushed whispers breaking out at the official’s blatant show of disrespect towards the Emperor.

“And was it not this very court that decided to gather concubines without my knowledge?”

“For child bearing!” the official hisses, pointing his finger towards you accusingly, “not for marriage!”

You swallow harshly at the viciousness of his words, biting back the insults that threaten to spill out. Retaliation in such a meeting would only support the official’s cause. 

“She will be your Empress,” Zayne says calmly, “if you seek to insult my future wife yet again, I will have you removed immediately.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks when he affirms that you’ll be his wife. It may not be the best time, but the light flush covers your cheeks and you try to stop the pull of your lips, a smile threatening to spread across your face.

“If you think I- we will stand for such insolence, you are sorely mistaken, your majesty” the official snarls.

A bitter laugh echoes through the throne room. 

“Be grateful that I am not my father,” Zayne murmurs, “for he would have had your head. Remove your seal.”

The official sputters, looking around at the rest of the court members wildly. Most avoid his eyes, others unconsciously touching their own seals through the fabric of their robes.

You flinch when the official removes his Imperial seal angrily, tossing the little silver square at your feet.

“You have poisoned his mind,” he accuses heatedly, face reddened from his outburst, “and you should do well to remember your station.”

Irritation pricks at your skin, your teeth gritting together. You were well aware of your station, of your status and how you’re perceived. The incessant reminders aren’t doing well to calm your frayed nerves, brows pulling together as you glare at the official. 

“Bow to her.”

The rules of nobility have been set in place for longer than you could possibly know, and yet Zayne seems insistent on breaking them. It’s bold, even for him, to demand such a thing. You turn, shooting him a look, subtly shaking your head. There’s a hint of a smile on the Emperor’s face, as though enjoying this confrontation.

“I- I will do no such thing!” the official protests.

“You have already lost your seal and your position and you still will not do as I say?” Zayne murmurs, leaning forward in his throne.

You watch with wide eyes when the official does bow to you, the upper half of his body lowering. Another round of hushed whispers passes through the room, and you can feel the grand chancellor’s eyes boring into you. His authority was only second to the Emperor, the only man who held a real chance of changing Zayne’s mind.

“Good,” Zayne says, leaning back on his throne, “now leave us.”

The throne room clears out immediately, until you’re the only one remaining. You smile at him, stepping between his legs until you’re standing in front of him.

“I did not take you for a tyrant,” you tease, brushing his hair out of his face.

“And I did not know that protecting my future wife made me a tyrant,” Zayne muses, his arms wrapping around your waist.

He tugs you closer, his head falling forward to rest against your stomach, face burying itself in your robes. A soft sigh leaves you, fingers running through his loose hair, scratching at his scalp lightly.

“Tired?” you ask, arm wrapping around his neck.

The Emperor nods against your stomach, trying to press his face deeper. A laugh escapes you at his needy behavior, your hand managing to cup his jaw to bring him out of his hiding place. 

“The affairs of state have become bothersome,” Zayne says, peering up at you.

“Oh? You did not seem to mind before.”

“Playing coy?” Zayne smiles faintly, tugging you forward until you stumble and land on his lap.

“Hardly,” you whisper, pressing yourself closer as your hands curl into his robes.

The Emperor leans back on his throne, his hands kneading at your hips. You chase after him, eyes fluttering shut as you press your lips against his. Zayne lets out a low noise, drawing you closer, his hand sliding up your back as you kiss. The memory from last night is still fresh, the feeling of his hands on your body ingrained in your mind. 

“I cannot have enough of you,” he whispers, lips brushing over yours.

“You- you ought to rest,” you gasp, tilting your head to let him kiss down the length of your neck.

Zayne kisses your sternum, and back up your neck before he sighs and tucks his face into the crook of your neck. You hold him close, hand smoothing over his hair gently.

“I have made things difficult for you,” you say quietly.

He shakes his head, squeezing your waist reassuringly. 

“I have become complacent,” he murmurs, “simply letting others do as they please.”

You kiss his forehead when he lifts his head, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. Exhaustion mars the Emperor’s face, his eyes looking sunken and dull. The sudden gathering of his court appears to have drained his energy.

“I shall have to gather them again,” Zayne says, “the trade agreements need attention.”

A smile settles on your face when he kisses your cheeks gently, his hands petting your sides. You move off of his lap, standing up with him reluctantly. Reaching out, you fix his hair and his robes that you had held onto earlier. 

“Finish, then retire to your chambers to rest,” you instruct, patting his chest.

Zayne laughs, his head dipping down to kiss you. You return the kiss eagerly, pulling apart with a few sweet, little pecks to his lips.

“You are already acting like a doting wife,” he whispers.

You flush when he says that, looking away. It’s still hard to get over the fact that Zayne, the Emperor, wants to marry you of all people. The thought of it all makes your palms sweaty, cheeks hot and heart race. There’s a whirlwind upon you, Zayne, tearing apart your preconceived notions of the Empire. 

“I want to dote on you.”

The words tumble from your lips, soft and vulnerable. You’ve never felt this way about a man, never had a man pay attention to you, never been touched by a man before him. It’s as though the Emperor’s expressions are always tender in the way he gazes at you. You’ve never known what it’s like to be in love, but if it’s like this, so startlingly soft and sickeningly sweet, you fear you may be lost in him forever. 

“I- I just meant-” you begin to correct yourself, fidgeting with your robes.

“I know what you meant,” Zayne says softly, his hands finding yours.

Your breath catches in your throat when he lifts your hands to his mouth, his thumbs running over your skin soothingly. Zayne keeps his eyes on you as he kisses across your knuckles, squeezing your hands gently after. 

“I said I take care of what’s mine,” he continues, drawing you close, “and you are mine now.”

You nod jerkily, shoving your face into his chest. The Emperor hums, stroking your hair slowly. Unfortunately, you don’t get to bask in his embrace for any longer, a guard announcing the arrival of a messenger.

“Rest,” you remind him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

Zayne nods, squeezing your waist before allowing you to draw away. 

-

The other girls crowd around you immediately when you enter your chambers, their expressions sly and knowing as they tug you towards the middle of the room, soft giggles filling the air.

“Well?” one of them asks, eyes wide with curiosity. 

“Well what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

A chorus of complaints breaks out.

“Stop being shy!”

“We tell you our stories!”

“You must tell us!”

One of the girls reaches for you, her arm hooking with yours. She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers conspiratorially.

“Was the Emperor well-endowed?”

“Oh, stop it!”

- 

The grand chancellor has been lurking in the hallways.

You’d noticed the tall man when you had left to make some tea, but after a considerable amount of time, he was still there. The cold breeze outside should’ve been enough to deter him, but you’ve figured he must be intent on speaking to you.

To be frank, you aren’t in the mood for another confrontation just days later from the disastrous court meeting that had occurred. It’s why you hold your breath as you sneak out from your chambers, feet padding against the floor lightly as you try to slip past the grand chancellor’s turned back.

“Will you avoid me for much longer?” he calls out. 

You wince, halting in place. The grand chancellor cannot be avoided forever, you suppose.

“Come along,” he says, his fingers motioning for you to follow him.

You do as he says begrudgingly, following after the grand chancellor. To your surprise, he leads you into the gardens rather than a private room. Snow is yet to fall today, autumn soon drawing to a close in a few weeks. You wipe the fallen leaves that have landed on a nearby bench, sitting down after the grand chancellor does.

It’s suffocatingly awkward, your fingers playing with each other agitatedly as he simply sits next to you, looking out at the plants and trees that make up the gardens. You realize it would be a foolish idea to let your guard down around him. The grand chancellor hadn’t reprimanded Zayne during that meeting and yet you remember the way he had been staring at you. His intentions are hard to discern, his loyalties to the Emperor and the Emperor alone. 

“Much like his father, his majesty is stubborn,” the grand chancellor says, “I have had the pleasure of knowing both men since they were children.”

“I see,” you murmur, peeking a glance at him.

You don’t know why he’s telling you this, half-expecting the man to begin berating you for becoming so close to Zayne. 

“I shall be frank,” he sighs, turning to face you, “I did not expect the Emperor to become so… enamored by you.”

“I did not expect it either,” you grumble defensively.

“His majesty is an intelligent man. He knows of the consequences and yet seems intent on taking you to wed.”

“Consequences?” you echo.

“Political alliances are frail,” he explains, picking up a fallen leaf and examining it, “marriage is the easiest way to prevent a war between regions.”

“We have not been at war for years!” you protest, shaking your head.

“And we will not be for many more,” the grand chancellor assures you, “I am simply warning you of what may come when you are Empress.”

You don’t understand the politics of the Empire, have never been privy to such things. The grand chancellor only adds to the confusion and uncertainty that has been brewing inside your mind. 

“I thought you would dissuade him,” you say quietly.

“The boy deserves happiness,” the grand chancellor murmurs, standing up, “if he wishes to be with you, then I will allow it.” He peers down at you, his lips thinning. “Take caution, child. Envy drives men to madness. The nobility may hide behind their bloodlines, but a cesspool festers within.”

The grand chancellor hands you the withered leaf.

“Loyalties change as the seasons do.”

- 

A week later, the Emperor finds you in the gardens, sitting under a tree.

“You have not come to see me,” Zayne says, sitting down beside you.

“I did not want to trouble you,” you reply.

You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers with his. The Emperor’s fingers are stained with ink, streaks of black covering his pale skin. Zayne’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

“The grand chancellor is worried.”

“I surmised as much,” the Emperor sighs, his fingers playing with your robes.

You peer up at him, and Zayne leans down, dropping a kiss to your forehead. There’s a part of you that can’t help but feel you’re putting him in a position that he normally wouldn’t be in if he had simply chosen to marry someone of higher status.

“Do you truly wish to marry me?” you ask quietly, averting your gaze.

“Have I told you otherwise?” Zayne asks in return, his fingers gripping your chin to turn your head so that your eyes meet his again.

The tenderness in his eyes is overwhelming. You feel as though you’re drowning, swallowed up by his irises and his honest gaze. Things would’ve been far simpler if he were someone less important, but you can’t imagine Zayne being anything other than the Emperor, for it would be a disservice to the Empire.

You shift, standing up before settling your hands on his broad shoulders, straddling him as you climb up onto his lap. It’s improper to act so brazenly, but you’ve done far more improper things with him, acted far more brazenly in his presence. The Emperor grunts as you settle yourself on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“I am not fit to be your Empress,” you whisper.

Zayne doesn’t say anything for a moment, his hand simply rubbing up and down your back soothingly. Your throat is tight and you can feel your lips trembling. You don’t want to cry, but you can’t help it when a sniffle escapes you.

“And you think I am fit to be Emperor?” he whispers, “I am only here because of my father and his father before him and so on.”

“But you are the Emperor,” you insist, voice quavering, “I could not possibly-”

“Forget about nonsensical titles,” Zayne murmurs, his hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs wipe away the hot tears that have begun to roll down your cheeks, “I meant every word I said that night.”

“B- but-” 

“But nothing,” the Emperor soothes, staring into your eyes intently, “I would sooner have no one than not have you.”

“You are the worst,” you say tearily, pushing at his chest weakly. 

“Ah, I am sure,” he says, a small smile spreading across his face.

The Emperor cradles your head, tilting it to his will as he kisses away the fresh tears that wet your cheeks. He doesn’t stop there, his lips dragging over your skin gently. The Emperor kisses your brows, your closed eyelids, the tip of your nose, every inch of your face that is bared to him.

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

You kiss him gently and Zayne smooths his thumbs over your cheeks, deepening the kiss as he presses his lips against yours firmly. A soft whine leaves you, letting his tongue lick over the seam of your lips before he licks into your mouth, tongue delving deep. The Emperor kisses you as though trying to convince you of his words, as though to make you stay. 

“I want to show you something,” Zayne says, his forehead pressing against yours. You nod, moving to stand up. Zayne doesn’t let you, instead hauling you up into his arms and standing up. A surprised squeak bubbles out of you when you realize the Emperor is carrying you.

“Zayne!” you protest, “Zayne, people will see!”

Zayne only tightens his grip when you begin to squirm, brushing a kiss to your forehead to calm your ministrations.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, people do see. You try to shrink in his grasp, pressing yourself into his chest as the palace staff pause their duties to watch with wide eyes as the Emperor carries you out of the gardens. Some are unable to stop their jaws from slackening, others beginning to point and whisper amongst themselves.

The Emperor hardly bats an eye, his stride strong and purposeful as he carries you through the hallways and courtyards. It’s a statement in and of itself. 

You spy the smirk on an Imperial guard’s face when he opens up the doors to the throne room, your eyes narrowing when the man sends you a wink. The doors slam shut with a resounding thud, leaving only you and Zayne inside.

“Zayne- Zayne, no!” you hiss, hands scrabbling at his shoulders when you realize what he’s doing. 

Your legs kick out, trying to somehow climb up the Emperor’s tall frame. It’s futile against his strength, his hands manhandling you until he sets you down on his throne. If he doesn’t punish you for it, you fear the Heavens will. 

“Stay,” the Emperor says, pushing at your shoulders when you try to shoot up from where you’re sitting, “I command it.”

You sit in place rigidly, back straight. There are centuries of history that make up this throne, and you can’t help but feel that you are somehow dishonoring it all by sitting here. 

“What are you-” your brows furrowing when he suddenly begins to bend.

Fingers digging into the arms of the throne, you feel as though you might faint as you watch the Emperor bow to you before sinking to his knees. Zayne stares up at you expectantly, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

“G- get up!” you whisper heatedly.

There’s no one here, but you can only imagine the severity of the consequences if someone were to stumble in here and find the Emperor on his knees for you.

“Command it,” he says, looking perfectly content in his current position.

“No one can command the Emperor!”

“I will not move unless you exert your authority,” Zayne says simply.

Your eye twitches at his insistence, at his own brazenness. 

“Say it,” he coaxes gently, “say it and I will stand.”

“I-” your breath catches in your throat awkwardly. You flush when Zayne nods his head encouragingly, your voice breathy when you begin to speak again. “I c-command you to stand.”

“Very good,” he murmurs, standing up and moving towards you.

Zayne smiles at you, his head dipping to crash his lips onto yours, his hands braced on the arms of his throne. You gasp, arms wrapping around his neck as he kisses you fiercely. The Emperor continues his onslaught of kisses, dragging his lips down your neck as his fingers pull free the knot holding your robes together.

“You think your station determines your worth,” Zayne whispers, his teeth scraping your shoulder, “but this- you are worth more to me than the finest jade.”

“Stop,” you whisper, eyes slipping shut, “you must stop speaking like that. It does awful things to my heart.”

He laughs softly, kissing between your breasts. You bite your lip as his mouth envelops your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple. His teeth catch on it, tugging playfully before letting it pop free as he switches breasts. You run your fingers through his long hair, head tipping back against the throne as your body convulses.

The Emperor holds you in place, letting his tongue lave over your areola, his half-lidded eyes peering up at you to catch your reactions. You give him a weak smile and Zayne moans around your breast, his hand squeezing at the fat of your other breast.

Your dazed eyes watch as he kisses down your body, kissing your hip then your navel. He sinks to his knees once again, and you can’t find it in yourself to reprimand him, lost in the haze of lust and love. Zayne kisses the curls of hair on your mound, his hands gripping your calves to help guide your legs over his shoulders.

“I have missed this,” he whispers, his thumbs pulling apart your folds.

“As have I,” you sigh.

You moan when Zayne licks up a stripe over your cunt, collecting your arousal on his tongue. He rests his cheek against your thigh, watching intently as your aching hole clenches around nothing, watching as more slick drips from you.

“Stop staring,” you mumble, pushing at his head gently.

“I enjoy the sight,” he says in return.

Your thighs twitch when he pushes the hood of your clit up a little more, exposing the swollen bud. Zayne groans, kissing the inside of your thigh firmly before licking over your cunt again. A strangled gasp rips out of your throat, hands tightening in his hair as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

“Z- Zayne- ah- hah!” 

A soft whimper escapes when he kisses your clit, his fingers dimpling into the flesh of your thighs harshly. Zayne pulls you to the edge of the throne, his face burying deeper as he groans again, drinking down your slick. 

You squeal when he fucks his tongue into you, body shaking uncontrollably as you fist his hair tighter. He hisses against your cunt, renewing his efforts. You can feel his mouth opening wider, trying to consume you whole, licking and sucking desperately at every inch of velvety, sensitive flesh he can reach.

His nose rubs against your clit, and you’re seeing stars. The Emperor makes an obscene noise and you can feel his tongue moving inside of you, the feeling making your thighs clamp around his head. 

“Have- have you ever put your fingers inside of yourself?” he asks, raising his head.

You shake your head, watching as his fingers stroke over your clit lovingly, his mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to your knee.

“May I?” the Emperor whispers, his finger prodding at your hole.

You give him a jerky nod, legs falling apart a little more for him. He smiles up at you, his finger sinking into you slowly. You whimper at the sensation, clenching around his finger. Zayne adds another soon after, and you’re panting desperately, hips bucking as he curls them inside of you. 

“The scroll said to do something like this,” he mutters under his breath.

“You- oh- you read a scroll?” you grit out.

“It was quite informative,” Zayne murmurs, beginning to move his fingers.

“Why must you be so- ah!” 

You don’t get to finish your sentence, your knuckles turning white as you grip the throne for stability as he latches his mouth back onto your clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of you. The heat inside your stomach grows more intense with each flick of his tongue, his teeth scraping against your sensitive flesh for good measure.

Moans have begun to fill the air, and you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore, letting go completely. You guide his head to where you want him, toes curling against his back, crumpling his silk robes. Zayne’s mouth works with his fingers diligently, his fingers crooking up a little more to graze the spot where you need it most.

You peek down to see the pink flush on his cheeks and your back arches, his name leaving your mouth in a cry as you come on his fingers and his tongue. The Emperor moans as you writhe, his fingers moving in and out of you a couple more times before freeing them from your clenching walls.

Chest heaving, you pant, slumping back in the throne as he kisses across your puffy folds and sensitive cunt. Your thighs twitch a little when he peppers soft, little kisses against your clit and you can’t help but think the man has an obsession with its ability to bring you such pleasure.

The Emperor kisses up your body and you cup his jaw, kissing him sweetly.

“I fear this throne may be ruined,” you whisper against his lips.

He laughs, his nose nudging yours gently, “I recall promising to take you on it.”

“Before that,” you stand up on shaky legs, pushing at his chest until he sits back on his throne.

Adoration glimmers in his eyes, watching as your loose robes slip from your shoulders, pooling at your feet. You stand bare before the Emperor, and you catch the slight spreading of his thighs to relieve the ache of his cock.

This time it’s you that’s sinking to your knees, pulling his robes free. The muscles of his abdomen clench when you run your fingers down his chest, his hand coming up to cover his flushed face.

“Why are you shy now?” you accuse, pouting up at him.

His thighs twitch when you curl your hand around his cock and you can feel the throb of his fat, hot length. 

“You do not have to-” he whispers when he sees your head dip.

“I want to,” you say stubbornly.

Zayne nods in acquiescence, moaning when you begin to drag your hand up and down his cock. It’s a little intimidating when you stare at it up close, but you swallow down your worries, leaning forward to kiss the tip experimentally.

His cock twitches in response, pre-cum beading at the tip. Your tongue darts out, licking up the little glob, feeling the taste of him spread across your tongue.

“Zayne,” you whisper, breath fanning over his cock, “Zayne, you must watch me.”

The Emperor groans at your lilting voice, his eyes opening the moment your mouth envelops him. His hips buck and you nearly seize up at the feeling of the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You mewl around him, breathing through your nose, tongue swirling before your head begins to bob up and down.

“Fuck,” Zayne hisses, his fingers spreading across your scalp, “my love, you are devious.”

You hum in response, pulling off of his cock in favor of giving more attention to the tip of it. You swirl your tongue, tongue flicking at the flared head and it’s enough to make Zayne whine, his thighs spreading wider for you. 

“Can you take it deeper?” he asks, his fingers trailing down the curve of your cheek.

“I shall try,” you murmur, mouth opening for him.

He hooks his thumb into the corner of his mouth, cupping your chin before his thumb spreads over the flat of your tongue. You smile, eyes flashing with mischievousness as you suck his thumb into your mouth, tongue flicking against the pad of it. 

Zayne shoots you a searing look and you watch as he grips the base of his cock. He drags the tip of his cock against your closed lips, entranced as he watches his pre-cum smears across your lips. His other hand presses at the back of your head and your mouth opens again, letting him guide his cock into your mouth.

“Just like that,” he whispers, “good girl.”

You can feel arousal shooting through you at the praise, slick pooling between your thighs yet again. The ache is so unbearable that you shove your hand between your thighs, rubbing at your clit.

The Emperor pushes your head gently and you go willingly, slurping and sucking around his thick cock. Saliva drips from your mouth, coating his cock and his balls, strings of it landing on the edge of his throne. You rub at your clit faster, eyes fluttering as he brushes your loose hair away from your face.

“A- ah,” Zayne rasps, “hah- my love.”

The term of endearment is enough to have you taking it upon yourself to sink down his cock even more. The tufts of his black hair hit your nose for a moment, but you’re inexperienced and you’ve overestimated your own abilities. The feeling of his cock filling your throat is too much, and you choke, throat seizing, causing you to pull off with a hoarse cough as your eyes water.

Concern flits across Zayne’s face, his thumb swiping over your swollen lips. You give him a watery smile, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He sighs in relief when he sees you’re okay, leaning forward to place a tender kiss to your lips.

“So willful,” the Emperor murmurs.

He slides his hands under your armpits, picking you up and setting you down on his lap.

“I can do it again,” you mumble, gaze lowering to see his cock pressed between your bodies.

Zayne smiles, petting at your sides, “as much as I enjoyed the feeling, I cannot have my darling choking on my cock.”

“I was not choking,” you whine, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“If you insist,” Zayne soothes, “but when we are married, I will have many more opportunities to watch you swallow my cock.”

The Emperor’s constant promise of marriage has your heart lurching and you lean forward, crushing your lips against his. He grunts in surprise at your sudden action but returns the kiss just as eagerly, squeezing at your hips.

You whine into his mouth, his hair tickling your skin as he presses forward, his hips rolling up into yours. You can feel his hard cock between your thighs, the length dragging between your folds. 

Zayne groans at the sensation, his head falling back and you take the opportunity to kiss down his neck, rolling your hips wantonly, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“Who are you?” he whispers, groping the fat of your ass.

“W- what?” you pull back, confusion spreading across your face.

The Emperor guides your hips to continue moving, your folds hugging his cock as you grind against it.

“Who are you?” Zayne asks again, “your title, what is it?”

Pleasure has made your mind hazy, and you can’t discern whether he’s playing a game of some sort with his questions, or whether he’s suffering from some sort of untimely amnesia.

“Your concubine,” you reply, “I thought-”

You jolt in his arms when he suddenly lands a heavy spank to your ass, his eyes narrowing when he hears your answer.

“Incorrect,” Zayne murmurs, his hand squeezing your ass in warning.

“I am your concubine- ah!”

Zayne shakes his hand, spanking you twice. You can feel the prickly heat spread across your skin, the pain searing. You glare up at him, and he smiles back, his hand smoothing over your reddened backside. 

“Who are you, my love?” he whispers, his nose nudging yours.

Oh. Oh. 

The Emperor’s insistence is a remarkable thing, you think. He may be even more stubborn than you are. Zayne’s fingers tapping against your cheek brings you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting his. 

“I- I am your Empress,” you say quietly.

“Precisely.”

Zayne slots his lips over yours and you mewl, your hips beginning to rock again, inner thighs wet with your slick and his pre-cum smeared over his abdomen. He kisses you over and over until you’re short of breath and your lips are swollen and slick with his spit.

“Will you take my cock, my love?” 

“Y- yes,” you say airily, lifting your hips as he grips the base of his cock, “please.”

Zayne squeezes your hip, watching as you bite your lip and sink down on his cock. His cock is just as girthy as you remember, filling up your needy hole perfectly. Your body falls forward at the feeling and Zayne kisses your cheek, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Always take my cock so well,” he praises.

Your hands plant themselves against his chest as your head tips back, taking what you want from him. Hips rising and falling, airy moans filling the air, you ride the Emperor. Zayne moans with you, his hands kneading at the flesh of your sides before drifting to take handfuls of your ass too.

“So good,” you slur, the force of your movements increasing, “feels so good, Zayne.”

“I know,” Zayne whispers, watching the bounce and sway of your breasts as you move atop him, “use me, my love.”

You do as he says, using him to drive yourself further to the edge of pleasure. The sounds filling the throne room are lewd, the clap of skin echoing throughout coupled with your shared noises.

Your thighs burn as you roll your hips, taking his cock deeper into the heat of your cunt, feeling it punch into the most sensitive spot inside of you. It’s too much, the mind-numbing sensations and your own body tiring with every movement.

You slump against him, hips slowing to a pitiful stop, his fat cock still stuffed inside of you. It twitches and you whimper, peering up at Zayne desperately.

“Husbands should take care of their wives,” you mumble, lips pressing against his.

“But we are not yet married,” he whispers teasingly. 

Zayne kisses you slowly, his hand sliding up your neck and stopping to cup your cheek. He molds you to his will, maneuvering your body as he sees fit, grabbing at every inch of flesh he can reach.

“But I am yours,” you say earnestly, “and I will be yours till the day I die.”

“You will, won’t you?” Zayne smiles, drawing you closer, “nothing makes me happier, my dear.”

You wail when he suddenly ruts up into you, balls slapping against your ass as he tightens his grip to bounce you up and down on his lap. Your hands lose their holds on his shoulders, scrabbling for stability until you find purchase on the top of his throne. 

The Emperor is fucking you on his throne. 

You try to feel some sense of mortification, but you can’t, the feeling of his cock erasing all sensible thoughts from your mind. Zayne slaps your ass and you squeak, body falling forward even more. Your breasts press into his face and you whine when he mouths at them, sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth.

The Emperor’s name leaves your mouth in a pleading chant and he answers your needs, pulling you down until your cunt is flush with the base of his cock, pussy swallowing up his length completely. Zayne slows to a grind, keeping his cock stuffed inside of you. 

You curl an arm around his neck, hugging him closer to your breasts and Zayne groans, his mouth opening wider to try and take in your entire breast. He stares up at you, the flush on his cheeks deepened and eyes so, so soft. 

Your lips slot over his as soon as his mouth detaches from your breast, your lips working against his slowly and sweetly, hips swaying back to meet the slow thrusts of his hips.

“You have ruined me,” you confess, cheek resting on his shoulder.

“Better it be me than some other man,” he whispers.

You agree with him on that. Zayne has given you far more than you could’ve possibly dreamed, the twist of fate bringing you something, or rather, someone to cherish.

“You are everything, Zayne.”

He groans at your bold words, his head falling back against his throne. You come undone in slow waves, body trembling as he comes with you, his cock kicking inside of you as hot cum spurts from the tip, filling you up. You can feel the thickness of it, cum spilling into you for a few moments longer as your hips slow to a stop.

You both breathe heavily, his chest moving under yours. A thin sheen of sweat covers your bodies, robes forgotten as they lie at the foot of the throne. 

A soft smile graces your lips as you move his hair out of his eyes, tilting his head to kiss his forehead.

“You spoil me,” Zayne mutters, nuzzling into your palm.

“I think it is the other way around,” you laugh breathlessly.

He sighs, slumping in his throne, his cock still inside of you. You can feel it softening, no longer plugging you full as cum begins to leak out from your pussy.

“I may need more tea,” you whisper.

Zayne huffs in amusement, his fingers collecting his viscous cum. He smears it across your pussy, his fingers catching onto your clit as he rubs his cum onto the little bud. He lifts his hand to your mouth and you accept eagerly, staring into his eyes as you suck his fingers clean of cum.

“Minx,” he mutters.

You giggle, kissing the pads of his fingers affectionately, shifting to sit on his thigh. Zayne smiles in return, his hands massaging your sore thighs. He kisses your cheek a few times, peppers a few kisses here and there over your shoulder.

“Feeling better?” Zayne asks, nuzzling your cheek.

“Much,” you whisper, smiling up at him, “but I fear I may not be able to walk.”

“Shall I carry you again?” the Emperor whispers.

You roll your eyes, prodding your fingers into his chest, “I did not enjoy that.”

“Lying is punishable by death.”

“You are insufferable,” you whisper.

Zayne leans forward for another kiss, but you deny him, slipping off of his lap. He laughs when your thighs tremble, reaching out to catch you by the waist before your knees buckle.

He tugs you onto his lap, thwarting your escape as he kisses you again. You think you won’t be leaving this place anytime soon.

-

Zayne doesn’t think there’s anything more beautiful in this world than when you’re sleeping. 

The slow rise and fall of your chest, the sweet innocence of your face, your hair splayed against the pillows, the gods must favor him for they’ve sent him a vision.

He smiles as he watches you stir in your sleep, brushing away the hair that’s fallen onto your face. Zayne can’t resist leaning closer, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, feeling your soft skin under his.

Zayne likes it when you smile, when you glare, the way you protest against his subtle teases. He’s never met someone as endearing as you, never bothered to take interest in another until you came along with that tray of tea clutched in your hands. He hasn’t told you about how his own heart flutters at the mere thought of you, and doesn’t think he will. He’d be better off showing you instead.

Above all, he remembers when you’d stumbled into his chambers, your flustered disposition as you’d apologized. He’d been lonely before you, trapped in a dull existence with others meandering through his life without purpose.

But you’ve changed things now. He feels free when he hears your laugh, the light in your eyes warming him from within. The world around him seems brighter, sparks of color appearing in places he had never seen before. 

You had painted the world for him.

[pinkaditty]

Pavlov's Ghoul Pt 2 (Leo Kurosagi x Reader x Sho Haizono; Tokyo Debunker)

we have someone 2 blame 4 the pavlov's ghoul series: 🐟 anon. they have officially established themselves as a regular and claimed an emoji. they have also given me a sinostra idea... perhaps... maybe... im still thinking abt it

a/n: we're back!!! amen!!!! i don't know how i managed 2 finish this but i did. god i hope y'all like this bc im a little proud of how i managed 2 get this one done!!! i hope i wrote leo in character enough bc that's the one main thing im scared i didn't do right...

quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

OH ALSO this did take a slight turn from the original idea, which was to have him want to spy on someone. i tweaked that idea just a little bit, i hope no one minds.

summary: leo gets fuckin choked the hell out with his own tie amen! in more thorough terms: leo is determined to get a rise out of you. you're determined to get him to shut the fuck up.

cw: choking, implied sexual encounters, multiple sexual innuendos, heavy petting, dry humping, and some odd behavior. MINORS DNI AS USUAL!!!

Psst! Part 1 is here in case you missed it!

Something about being an attention whore for your best friend’s girlfriend was pathetic. That, yet and still, didn’t stop Leo. He assumed you and Sho were dating, but he admittedly hadn’t had the nerve to ask Sho. He knew when you’d come over, though, and would use his stigma to listen to your moans, soft and breathy, through the walls. He'd clutch a pillow to his torso, curling into it as though he could hide his shame from himself. He'd listen intently to the hum of your voice, ordering Sho’s movements as though you were in charge; and to Sho’s immediate compliance without complaint. He was as obedient as a well-trained dog. 

It made Leo laugh sometimes, Sho’s obedience reminiscent of a loyal dog. A mocking smile would be buried into his pillow and quiet laughter would shake his body despite his throbbing erection pressing into the pillow’s other end. Despite his laughter, he knows he’s something of the same. The night he found out you and Sho were screwing still stands out clear in his head. The way your eyes flashed with displeasure at his presence, the way your posture stiffened like a stitch, the way your lips quirked downwards. Displeasure. Anger. Disgust. The way those emotions seemed to twist your face into something beautifully attractive to him. Honeyed rage and saccharine disgust were trickling forth from you, and in that moment, he found himself nothing more than a mere stray, lapping eagerly at the scraps of attention you were willing to give his starving heart. 

The sickeningly sweet voice you spoke to Sho in, he knew, would not get Leo off nearly as well as if you snarled out your words to him. If he were in Sho’s place… 

He quickly shakes his head to put an end to his reminiscent thoughts. He had things to do. 

You were supposed to be coming by Vagastrom today. Latest case had been like hell, but at least it was over. All he had to do was sign the report. That wouldn’t be a problem, so long as he got to try and pester you to death after his signage. Leo was lingering in the Vagastrom garage, occasionally pacing between the garage and the graffiti-layered couch in the entryway.

Leo checks the time on his phone for the fifth time. You were running a bit late. It was getting annoying. He sucks his teeth in annoyance, his mind already wandering to the possible explanations for your lateness. Perhaps another ghoul had captured your attention on the way there, and you were caught up in pointless conversation with them. Leo huffed and rolled his eyes at the thought, crossing his arms impatiently. What was so good about the other ghouls, anyway? Not that Leo would be all that interested, but he was sure he could give you a good time… And yet, you choose to spend your time with the better-natured ghouls. On one hand, he supposes he can’t blame a girl thrust into a new environment for being drawn to kindness, but on the other hand, you could at least not ignore his existence. Over a petty insult, at that. All he’d implied was that maybe Sho keeps you around because you’re good at giving head. Now, you giving him head is a regular occurrence, anyway. Leo just can’t see the problem. 

Leo has to suppress a small flare of rage at the thought of you sucking Sho off. As much as it grates him to admit it, hearing Sho’s moans along with yours pissed him off. He kicks at the floor of the Vagastrom garage, knocking a stray bolt into a pile of tools in the corner. His thoughts quickly wander, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. It should’ve been—!

Light footsteps make their way down the stairs of the dorm. Leo’s head snaps upwards to find your form descending the steps at a chipper pace. Immediately, his heart jumps into his throat, pounding at an irrationally fast pace. He clenches and unclenches his fists in his pockets, feeling his palms become sweaty. He shakes his head before his face can warm, suppressing any outward expression best he can. He makes eye contact with you reluctantly and nods to acknowledge your presence.

“Kurosagi.” Unfortunately for Leo, your voice is steady and neutral. No hints of displeasure, or anger, or even apathy. Just total neutrality. He clicks his teeth in annoyance and glances down at the paper you’re holding out to him. “Can you please sign this? Yours is the last signature I need.”

Leo hums, looking back at the stairs of the dorm, processing. “Before that, Little Miss Inspector…” he starts dismissively, keeping his gaze fixed on the stairs. “Did I just see you come from upstairs? Had you already been here?” His tone is clearly implying something, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. He raises an eyebrow, lifting a hand to his chin in mock contemplativeness.

“Yeah.” He’s surprised, as you respond quicker and far more shamelessly than he’d expected. “I was just getting Sho’s signature.” The tone of your voice was oddly lighter, perhaps less neutral than before. Simultaneously, Leo’s gut boils with envy and his shit-eating grin spreads wider.

“I see. So…” He leans in closer to you, a mocking look in his eyes, his grin never leaving his face. “...How long did it take?”

“Excuse me?” Your voice and expression turn somewhat exasperated. Leo has to suppress an actual grin.

“How long did it take for you to clean up? All that cum off your face, I mean.” He gestures vaguely to your face, shifting the other hand to his hip as he smirks down at you.

Leo can’t help the giddiness that shoots through his body as white-hot anger seems to flash behind your gaze. Your brows knit together in anger and your face wrinkles into an offended, angered expression. Perfect, Leo thinks, staring at your expression. He happily soaks up all your attention, flicking his tongue out to run them over his lips, his piercing glinting in the light. He watches as your eyes follow the swift movement, returning his lips to a teasing smirk, lifting an eyebrow at you. 

His smirk morphs into a grin as you turn away, forcefully pushing the report into his chest. “Just sign the report, Kurosagi.” It’d be impossible not to pick up on the venom with which you said his name. It sends a thrill down his spine, and he shivers, biting his lips to stifle the crazed grin that threatened to spread across his face. 

He chuckles cheekily, looking down at you condescendingly. He has you right where he wants you. “How about this?” Leo starts, carefully plucking the report from your hand pressed to his chest. “I sign this,” he waves the report in his hands before tossing it to the side, leaving the papers to scatter across the floor, “when you answer my question.” Both his hands return to his hips, and he leans down, closer to your face, his face covered in a smug smirk and his eyes dancing with mirth. “So?” He starts, making sure to enunciate his words to bring attention to his tongue piercing, taunting you. “How long did it take?” He relaxes his gaze, staring down at you with hooded eyes. He takes a step towards you, to which you take a step back in turn. Leo only smiles and continues taking steps towards you, as you match his pace and take one step back for every one he takes forward. He watches as your gaze continues to emanate anger, exasperation, and disgust. His body feels rejuvenated, as though he’s fed on your negative attention. He sucks in his bottom lip and rolls it between his teeth, attempting to keep his teasing grin from growing into a genuine smile. 

“Come on~, don’t be a drag.” He finally stops walking, having backed you up to the graffiti-covered couch. He stood over you, smirking in response to your defiant expression. He leans forward towards you, veering towards your ear. His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks. “It did take you a while to get down here, ya know?” Leo giggles, light and breathy in your ear, before pulling back, facing you again. He grins wide. “Next time, save yourself the effort and just swallow. Promise it makes things easier~! You can even show him… Like this!” He brings his hand to his lips, positioning his fingers in a “V” shape, and sticking his tongue between them, his mouth wide open. To further mock you, he makes a “Bleh!” sound as he sticks his tongue between his fingers, his body shaking with suppressed laughter. 

Leo honestly wasn’t sure what he wanted out of going this far. Maybe you’d get so angry you’d snap or something. Maybe you’d slap him, or punch him, or kick him, or just yell at him. Whichever you chose, he found himself looking forward to the inevitable sting your retort would leave. 

“...Why do you care?” Your voice is soft, barely there, but Leo can pick up on the anger laced in every syllable. He pretends not to hear you, instead leaning towards you, stupid smirk plastered on his face. 

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that, Miss Inspector. You should speak up, like you do when you’re ordering Sho around.”

Leo is hardly surprised when you grab his tie and pull him closer to your face. If anything, he revels in it, knowing you’re angry. What surprises him is when you twist him around and push him down onto the Vagastrom couch, climbing over him and pinning him down with your knees on his thighs. You keep an iron grip on his tie, and he stares at your fist warily, lifting his hands in surrender. He scoffs when he realizes you’re not going any further, looking up at you.

“Hmph. You’re bold, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He grins cheekily at your frustrated glare. Leo was just excited to finally hold your attention, all of it. You weren’t looking anywhere else, you weren’t listening to anyone else, there was nobody around to interrupt. It was just you, free to entertain his whims and give him all your attention. 

He feels you shift on top of him, and stays still as you readjust. Raising an eyebrow, he looks up at you. “So what are you planning to do to me while you have me like this, hm?” He says teasingly as you place your knees on either side of his body. You plop yourself down on his stomach, to which he grunts. He’s about to call you heavy when he feels the warmth of your core seep through his shirt. He shivers, and upon realizing the implications of this, smirks.

“Hey, honor student. Answer me this.” He brings one hand down to your thigh, gently squeezing it before gently trailing his fingers towards your skirt. “Is this because you were just fucking Sho…”, he slips his hand under your skirt and presses his thumb into your clothed clit, “...or is this because I—ack!” 

You were holding the knot of his tie taut against his throat. He instinctively moved his hands to his neck, nails scraping at his tie. He repeatedly gasps for air, staring up at you with wide eyes, as though pleading with you to let him go. Despite himself, he felt his body flush with heat at your unforgiving gaze. Steadily, the shock of being at your mercy turned into the pleasure of being at your mercy. Leo felt a warm feeling spread through his body at the thought of becoming victim to your whims; wherein your latest wish was his newest command. His heart thudded in his chest and his face grew warmer, both from his blocked blood flow and from the embarrassing revelation that this was turning him on. His eyes slowly rolled back into his skull as he still gasped for air, holding the tie and trying to pull it away from his neck.

When you finally release him, he sputters and coughs, turning his head away from you. He holds the crook of his elbow to his face, coughing as his lungs finally fill up with air again. When he catches his breath, he turns to you, attempting to hide the way your satisfied gaze set his body aflame with a deep scowl. “W-What the fuck was that, huh?!” He practically spits the words at you, his brows knitting together as he stared at you with fabricated contempt. His eyes are wide with a heady mix of arousal and fury. He was furious at himself for finding arousal once again in your mistreatment of him, this time to go as far as finding pleasure when you choked him. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to condemn it. Even now, as he warily switched his gaze between your face and your grip on his tie, something in him eagerly awaited the moment you’d repeat the action.

“Well?” Leo snaps angrily, undeterred by your silence. His chest heaves, and his hands are positioned near his throat, prepared for you to do it again. He keeps his gaze on you, your challenging gaze sending shivers down his spine.

“You know Leo, I’ve noticed something.” You start talking, seemingly ignoring his question. He frowns, but keeps quiet, allowing you to continue. “Ghouls are far stronger than humans, right? You could’ve pushed me off of you at any time. Why do you let me continue to choke you?”

Leo goes pale for a moment, your words sinking in. You’re right, technically speaking. If he had chosen to throw you off, he could. His mind scrambles for an excuse, anything to throw you off his trail. He mock scoffs, sneering at you. “How could I even think about pushing you off when you’re fucking choking me?!” He gestures to his neck, the knot a fair distance from his throat, still held in your grasp. 

Before he can say anything more, you lean further into him, placing your hands on either side of his head to steady yourself. “Then push me off.” You stare at him, your expression impassive so as not to get a rise out of him. “Right now.” 

Leo freezes and makes no move to push you off of him. He gazes back at you, swallowing harshly, realizing he’s been trapped. He could push you off to save face, but he didn’t want to. Your gaze, your attention, was what he craved so viscerally. He didn’t want to risk it by ending this a moment sooner, even if he was getting choked. He couldn’t so much as tear his gaze from you, staring back up at you defiantly, still refusing to move. He swallows thickly again, feeling his skin crawl. Your gaze, while hypnotizing, was also beginning to make him uncomfortable. He knew you could see right through him. He knew he’d become an open book, simply from the choice of refusing to push you off of him. He clicks his teeth, partially out of annoyance and partially out of frustration, staring you down as you did to him. He really was trapped. 

“...I think this turns you on, Leo. Right?” Leo startles, a new surge of energy coursing through him. He desperately attempted to deny it, shaking his head and squirming, as though to free himself from you. 

“What the hell are you on about, Inspector? Huh?” He gets defensive, his eyes wide and reflecting your earlier anger. He chuckles, though it comes out bitter, rather than in the teasing tone he’d wanted it to. “It’d take a freak to get turned on by something like this.” He spits the words at you again, sucking his teeth when he finishes speaking. He continues to stare up at you defiantly.

He feels you shift yet again as you lean away from him and twist your torso around, looking behind you. He looks at you quizzically for a moment before he feels your hand press directly against his stiffening cock. He moans, surprised, clenching his thighs together. He hadn’t even realized how hard he’d been this entire time. “I guess you’re a freak, then.” Your words are an obvious taunt, and he can hear the teasing smile in your voice without even looking at you. When you remove your hand, he has to resist the urge to thrust upwards and catch at least one more bit of friction. He groans, shifting and squirming uncomfortably. A portion of his attention was now on his cock, twitching restlessly in his pants at full mast. How had he not noticed this before? His chest heaved, his whole body quivering as he tried to keep it together. His cock seemed to beg for any sort of contact or friction, even jumping when his pants shifted against his tip. 

Miraculously, despite the gasps and muffled, whiny moans sprouting from his throat, and his desperate squirming, he manages to bite back. “If I’m one, then you are too!” His gaze flicks to your skirt, covering the warm, sticky evidence of your arousal. He can feel it through his shirt, the offending heat melting into his own arousal. He takes note of surprise temporarily flickering across your face before returning to an annoyed expression. “What, thought I didn’t notice, huh?” He laughs, a cheeky grin returning to his face despite his arousal. “Come on~. Miss Inspector, I’m not an idiot,” he continues, watching your annoyance grow, feeling excitement flush through his body. “I can feel the heat of your pussy through my fucking shirt. Crazy that you’re this horny even after fucking Sho. Who knew the honor student was such a wh- Urgh!” His hands fly to his tie again, feeling your grip tighten it around his neck. It was looser than before, but still tight enough to restrict his airways. He groans, trying to ignore the arousal that pulses through him all at once. “F-Fuck…” He chokes out, feeling his face warm again thanks to the restricted blood flow. He is gasping for air, twisting and turning underneath you, all in false attempts to free himself from your grasp. 

“I don’t appreciate being talked to like that, you know.” He is barely able to process your voice, soft and stern, almost too quiet to hear over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. His eyes roll back into his skull, and he groans again, slightly arcing his back in response to the pleasure. He writhes under you, his cock pressing harder into his uniform pants. He looks up at you pleadingly, as though begging you to do something about his throbbing cock. 

He feels your hips move back, lifting yourself off of his stomach and lowering yourself onto his groin instead. Slowly, the pressure on his neck loosens, and he cries out, feeling sudden, warm friction against his cock. His hands reach for your thighs, squeezing them as you settle on his groin, panting heavily and staring intently at where your bodies almost connected. He whines, rolling his hips upwards once, steadying you with his hands. 

You smirk at him, and Leo realizes how needy he must look right now- pupils blown wide, lidded eyes, lips wet and wide open in heavy pants. Some part of him resigns to looking like this, the pleasure of being at your mercy nearly fully taking over. This was insane, and he knew it, but right now, your eyes were on him. You were giving him the attention he so desperately craved, and he didn’t care that he was the victim, or the loser, or the thrall. In his eyes, he’d won. You were speaking down to him in a condescending tone, forcing him to recognize his own hypocrisy, and best of all, you were angry with him. Leo could still spot some anger behind your eyes, anger at him and the taunting words he’d said and names he’d called you. Disregarding his pride for a mere moment, he had to admit, this was exhilarating. It was… perfect.

He snaps back to reality when you start to grind your hips downward, moving your hips back and forth along his length. He moans and grips your thighs, feeling his cock press painfully hard against the restrictive fabric of his pants. In his hazy stupor, he slides one hand closer to your skirt again, slipping his hand underneath and thumbing your clit like he did before. As he does, he peeks back up as you with a cheeky smile, or, at least, the best teasing smile he could muster while you rocked your hips against his, sending his senses into hyperdrive. He grins in satisfaction when you let out a breathy sigh, enjoying the sensation. 

He feels the tie tighten around his neck again, and watches eagerly as you push the knot closer to his throat. He tilts his head back, willingly accepting your whim, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Hrk!” The knot at last presses into his throat, and he grunts before gasping for air, a shiver running down his spine. He continues thumbing your clit as you resume the movement of your hips, rubbing your heat back and forth over his twitching length. He no longer struggles, but he does make quite a bit of noise. Grunts and groans and gasps are all muffled well by the tie around his neck. Eventually, he starts to feel lightheaded, the choking restricting his breathing and limiting the oxygen getting to his brain. His pace in thumbing your clit becomes sloppy, his panting becomes quicker, and he feels his cock stir urgently as you quicken your pace. He is hit with the overwhelming realization that he’s close. His moans get a little louder, feeling the inevitable release piling in his groin. He attempts to warn you, but he can’t seem to get the words out, his words too much for his blissed-out mind to process. Instead, his nails dig into your thigh, his thumb rubs sloppily against your clit, and his eyes roll back, his jaw going slack as his tongue lolls out of his mouth. He digs his heels into the couch, pushing his hips into yours as you continue your pace, his throbbing cock twitching excitedly under the friction of your warm heat. Sparks begin to pop behind his eyes, and he swears he’s so close, he’s nearly there…

When, suddenly, you stop your pace and release his tie, letting it loosen around his neck. He watches, stunned, as you rise from his lap, walking away from him. He’s barely waking up from his blissful haze, holding his throat as he carefully breathes, blinking repeatedly to keep his vision from swimming. His cock stood hard and lonely, twitching with dissatisfaction at a stolen release. His gaze snaps back to you, as you walk back towards the Vagastrom garage. It takes a few tries, but he summons his voice, scrambling to lift himself from the couch. “Hey!” He sits upright, staring at your retreating figure. When you don’t turn around, he hurriedly stands, holding his head in his hands as he reorients himself. “Hey!” He says it with a bit more urgency, and heads after you after shaking his head. “What the fuck was that, Little Miss Inspector?” He grabs your shoulder and forcefully turns you around, unsurprised to see a neutral expression on your face again. 

“What the fuck was what?”

He crosses his arms and stares at you with displeasure. “Come now, Miss Inspector. I’m the one to play coy. What the fuck was that?” 

He watches as you roll your eyes dismissively and turn away, continuing on your way. “A lapse in judgement.” 

Leo freezes. A lapse in judgement? No, he knows it was more than that. The satisfaction flaring in your eyes while on top of him told him so. He hurries after you, stomping on the ground before he catches up and pulls your sleeve, forcing you to face him again. His cool exterior is cracking, the desperation in his groin reawakening as he pulls you back. “Come on, Miss Inspector~.” He says the phrase a little whiny despite trying to hide his yearning with teasing. “...Don’t make me beg for it.”

His eyes bore into yours, his golden gaze flashing with an amalgam of desire, envy, desperation, and excitement. The words ‘Please give me more’ rested helplessly on the tip of his tongue, ready to betray his calm attitude if you turned away from him again. His face was an open book all over again, his true feelings visible in the way he gazed at you, in the way he chewed on his bottom lip, in the way he tightened his grip on your sleeve. 

He watches as the corner of your lips quirks upwards, as though satisfied all over again. You pass the unsigned report to him again, and Leo realizes you must’ve walked away to collect it. “How about this?” You turn to him, shit-eating grin spreading across your face. “If you sign this…” You tap the report tauntingly, and he stares back at you, realization dawning on him, “...I’ll drag you back to that couch and finish what I started.”

Leo almost balks. His own bargaining chip, used against him. He stares at the report in his hands, part of him wanting to refuse, and the other half wanting to sign it and drag you back to the couch himself. 

His gaze lifts to you, and he finds you gazing at him expectantly, as though you had him right where you wanted, and knew exactly what he wanted. A rueful smile plays across his face as he flips open the report, not bothering to glance at the details before reaching the signatures page. He glances up at you, and catches the tail end of a satisfied smirk, before it drops, returning to the same expectant look. He grips the edges of the report, staring back at you.

Fuck. He really hoped he had a pen on him.

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In the right time, maybe.

Chapter One | Chapter Navigation

Pairing: dbf!aaron hotchner x bfd!reader

Contents: age gap, older guy x young woman relationship, forbidden love, flashback, sassy!reader, even sassier!aaron.

7 years ago.

“The calls started coming in…” It was the first thing you heard your mother say since you joined her and your father for breakfast. 

You forced yourself to continue eating. But the eggs taste like nothing, the toast dry in your mouth like gravel. For the last 15 minutes you spent sitting across them, the tension pressed down heavily on your chest. Now that she spoke, you couldn’t help but glance at your father, searching his face for any hint of emotion. But his expression was unreadable as always— calm and composed as he listened to your mother’s sweet voice.

There was a faint smile on her face as she set her knife and fork down on her plate. “Cynthia called first thing this morning, and not out of concern, I’m sure. She wanted to know if the rumors she’d heard were true…” she trailed off, the sweetness dripping from her mouth contrasted with the coldness of her eyes. “That my daughter had been arrested. At a frat party.”

The clinking of silverware against china was the only sound left in the dining room. Through the tall windows, the morning sun filtered, flooding the room with a faint, golden glow. Everything was set perfectly as you always remembered— freshly brewed coffee in delicate cups, pastries neatly stacked on a silver platter, and fruit arranged in pristine order on elegant porcelain plates. 

And you sat there, eyes downcast, pushing your scrambled eggs around on your plate, unable to bring yourself to take another bite. 

“She was very polite about it, of course,” Mother dear continued, her voice as smooth as Italian silk, “But I could hear it in her tone— the faux concern, the curiosity for the gossip. My friends will be buzzing about this for weeks. Oh, did you hear what happened to her daughter? Arrested for assaulting a Teacher’s Aide, that poor woman.” She mimicked them with a faint, elegant smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

You urged yourself to stay quiet. What could you even say to make this better?

“How delightful it will be for them to have such fresh material to gossip about. By the time I arrive today, I’m sure the whole country club already knows what happened. Can you imagine the whispers?” She raised one of her delicate eyebrows, her lips pursed.

Your father sipped his coffee slowly, the lines of his face set in that stoic, unreadable expression he’s mastered over the years. Your cheeks burned with shame. You cleared your throat as the words refused to come out, your eyes fixed on the table as the embarrassment and regret clawed at you.

“I didn’t…” you finally found your voice, though it was weak, trembling. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, Mom. It was just—”

“A prank?” your mother cut you off, humming sarcastically. “That’s what you told us earlier at the police station, remember? A prank. Do you think that makes it better? Do you think the chancellor or our family friends care that it was just a prank?”

You swallowed hard, unable to meet her gaze.

“No.”

“Of course not, you stupid girl. Because it doesn’t matter why you did it. All that matters is the outcome. The damage is done.”

The events of last night loomed in the air— your arrest at the frat party, the flashing lights, the crowd of onlookers recording everything. You can still feel the cold metal of the handcuffs and how it harshly bit on your skin, the sting of the police officers’ loud voices, and worst of all, the cameras. Those fucking cameras. Although you haven’t got the courage to check your phone yet, you know those videos are out there now, circulating the internet with your name being dragged around by everyone in the Law Department who knew who you were.

“The scandal you’ve caused…” Your stomach turned, the humiliation hitting you all over again as your mother ranted relentlessly. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to wake up to ten missed calls from women at the country club, all of them pretending to be concerned, but really just salivating at the chance to gossip about how my daughter was arrested at some filthy frat party? What in the world were you doing in that dirty place, anyway? I was certain I raised you with a better taste than that.”

Your mother placed her napkin on the table with almost graceful precision, but you could tell she was holding herself back from losing her composure, holding herself back from the storm of anger that was simmering just beneath the surface.

“I just thought- I thought it was a chance to… meet people and socialize. It’s my first semester and you always tell me the importance of building connec–”

“With people of value. I didn’t mean in a rathole, did I?”

You pursed your lips. “Most of them are family acquaintances, Mom.”

“It didn’t occur to you that must be the reason why they’re only acquaintances?” Your mother’s tone remained deceptively soft, almost pleasant, as she continued. “That you don’t meet those people in charity nights or country clubs because they hang out in dirty, frat houses?”

“But Dad is part of a frat in Law School, Mom. It’s one of the ways to build connections inside the academe. Some professors are even part of those frats. It has perks—”

“And did your father also tell you to crack open someone’s skull in the middle of the party?”

“N-no…”

“That’s what I thought,” she smiled sweetly.

Your throat tightened, the shame creeping up inside you, wrapping itself around your chest until it was hard to breathe. No matter how you don’t agree with her words, even when you want so badly to defend yourself, at the end of the day, you know you’re still wrong.

“I’m sorry, Mom. It was just a lapse of judgement.”

“Is that what you call it?” she sounded amused as she echoed the words you used. “Because to me, it seems like you didn’t even use your brain. How would it be a lapse of judgment?”

You didn’t answer— you couldn’t. You’re fully aware that no amount of explanation would even justify what happened.

It was intended as a stupid joke, a harmless prank—something to rile up the frat boys and mess with the Teacher’s Aide who always gave you a hard time. He was a prick. Always acting pretentious and condescending in class, always shaming you during recitation. So you and a couple of your friends thought it’d be funny to mess with him. You had gotten the idea to stage a scene at the party— just a small “accident” involving him that would get everyone to whisper about him for weeks. 

You didn’t think it through.

No one did.

The prank backfired spectacularly. It was supposed to be harmless— just a spill of paint and a couple of embarrassing photos to post on the University board— but ended up with the man slipping and hitting his head hard on the corner of a table. The frat house had erupted into chaos after that, drunk people shouting, running around, and the guy lying there unconscious with a concerning amount of blood pooling on the floor.

That’s when someone must’ve called the cops.

Your father cleared his throat. “We’ve done our best to protect you from consequences in the past, sweetheart,” he began, his voice low but steady, the kind of tone that demanded your full attention. “But this— this isn’t something we can simply sweep under the rug.”

“You’ve embarrassed us, is what he’s saying,” your mother scoffed lightly, rolling her eyes at your father. “The truth is, you’ve embarrassed not only yourself but our family. Tell me, how are we supposed to face everyone? The people in your father’s work? My friends in the country club?”

You fell silent with her question. You’ve heard it all before— how important the family’s image is, how every action you take isn’t just your own, but a reflection of them. It was a lesson you’ve been taught since you were a child, but now, sitting here in the aftermath of your arrest, it felt heavier than ever.

“And the pictures,” your mother continued, her voice cutting through your thoughts again. “The videos. Did you think about that? How those images are going to be plastered all over social media for everyone to see? Your cheap dress? Your behavior? Do you even care how many of our friends’ children see them? I can only imagine the things they’ll say behind your back.”

Your father set his coffee down. His face was calm, but the disappointment in his eyes was unmistakable, and it made you want to shrink into yourself. 

“I want you to realize how serious this is, sweetheart,” he said after a deep sigh, his voice never rising, but somehow becoming even more terrifying in its restraint. “It’s not just the scandal you’ve brought on this family, though that in itself is bad enough. It’s the fact that the university’s TA, the man you assaulted—and don’t tell me it wasn’t serious because we’ve heard the details— he’s considering filing a lawsuit against you.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. The word ‘lawsuit’ sent a chill down your spine. You knew things were bad, but you hadn’t fully processed that it could come to this. The prank had gone wrong—horribly so—but you hadn’t truly considered that it could escalate into something this big. The thought of legal action, of your parents being dragged into court over something you did…

Your mother inhaled slowly. Although she doesn’t raise her voice, each word cuts deeper than if she had screamed. “We’ll be dragged through the mud. And what then? What happens to our reputation? To your future?”

You ignored the fact that, based on her words, your reputation is much more important than your future. Or whatever you feel at the moment.

You could barely breathe as the conversation went on. You gripped the edge of your chair, trying to steady yourself, but it felt like the ground beneath you was crumbling away. 

“I didn’t mean it. I’m really- I’m so sorry…” you whispered, your voice barely audible, shaking.

“That doesn’t matter,” your father said. “Intent doesn’t minimize consequences. And now, we’re facing a very real possibility that you could be expelled, sued, and publicly humiliated all at once.”

The walls felt as if they were closing in around you.

Your mother’s eyes narrowed as she continued. “And then there’s the matter of money. Do you have any idea how much it will cost us to make this go away? To keep your record clean, to keep you in Law School after almost killing someone?” She leaned forward slightly, her voice low and cutting. “Do you even realize how selfish and stupid you’ve been?”

You swallowed hard. Expulsion. A permanent mark on your academic record. Your future— everything you’ve worked for— now hangs in the balance because of one reckless night.

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away, refusing to cry in front of them. You feel small and ashamed, under the weight of everything that’s about to come crashing down on you. But then, you have no one else to blame but yourself.

Your father heaved another deep sigh. “We’ll need to contact our lawyer,” he said calmly, his mind already moving to control the damage. “We’ll have to negotiate with the university board and the TA. I already set a meeting with the chancellor. He’s an old friend, let’s just hope he will help us.”

You nodded numbly, the shame and guilt overwhelming you. The image of your mother at the country club, having to endure the whispers and judgemental looks, the thought of your father having to navigate meetings with lawyers and school administrators to clean up the mess you’ve made was so shameful to think about.

Your mother rose from her seat with a graceful composure. “Your father and I will fix this,” she said one last time, her voice clipped and emotionless. “But this will be the last time, I warn you. You’ve embarrassed us enough.”

Without another glance in your direction, she left the room, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Your father followed, quieter but no less distant, leaving you alone at the table.

“We’ll talk more about this later,” was all he said.

The silence that followed was deafening. You could feel your house helpers’ gaze focused on you, watching you from the corner in which they all stand. You felt sick, not only because of the hangover but because it felt like the entire world had shifted beneath you, and you were left to deal with the wreckage.

“Miss? Are you awake?”

The knock on your door pulled you from sleep. You stirred in bed, your eyes heavy. There was a dull ache pounding in your head from all the crying you’d done. And with heavy feeling, you rolled over, blinking against the fading evening light that seeped through the curtains, trying to make sense of the knock.

It came again, a little louder this time. You pushed yourself up on your elbows just as the door creaked open, revealing the familiar figure of your family’s longtime maid. She was standing by the front door, her expression polite, her eyes reflecting a hint of sympathy she was trying to hide.

“Miss,” she repeated softly, “your parents have requested you come down for dinner.”

You rubbed your eyes and sat up fully. “Dinner?” your voice was scratchy as you mumbled.

“Yes, miss,” she replied, stepping slightly into the room. “Your parents have a guest tonight. It’s… important that you join them.”

Something in her tone caught your attention. A guest. You wonder who could it be. Though it was most likely just your family lawyer joining you for dinner. Your father did say you would talk about the situation later.

So you gave her a polite nod and swung your legs over the side of the bed. “Alright,” you said quietly, already feeling the knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. The last thing you want to do is face them again— especially over dinner— but you know there’s no avoiding it.

The maid disappeared quietly down the hall as you stood, your legs still shaky beneath you. You glance at yourself in the full-body mirror, grimacing at your reflection. Your hair was a mess, your eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying. You tried to fix yourself up as best as you could, smoothing down your hair and splashing some cold water on your face to wake yourself up. But no matter how much you try to pull yourself together, the heaviness still loomed over your shoulders.

You made your way down the staircase, the smell of dinner wafting through the house. The soft murmur of voices reached your ears as you near the dining room— your parents, speaking in hushed tones. You couldn’t make out the words, but you picked up the urgency of their conversation that made you pause just outside the doorway.

You closed your eyes for a moment, preparing yourself, before stepping into the room.

The first thing you noticed was that your parents aren’t alone. Seated at the table with them, in the same spot he always sat at during family dinners so long ago… was Aaron. His presence was like a jolt of electricity, sending your heart skipping in your chest for a split second before it settled into an uneasy rhythm.

It has been so long since you last saw him— years, really. He’d been a constant figure in your life growing up, your father’s best friend since college. He’d been older than you by quite a bit, of course, but back then, you’d always been slightly captivated by him— his quiet intelligence, his boisterous laughter, the way he seemed to understand the world in ways you couldn’t yet grasp. It was endearing. He always had this presence about him, something solid and unshakeable, like he was the person you wanted around when things fell apart.

But now, sitting there at the dining table, he looked different— older, yes, but in a way that’s more refined. His hair was shorter than you remember, clean cut, dark brown with threads of silver creeping in at his temples, and his jawline was sharper, with the beginnings of stubble framing his mouth. He was wearing a tailored suit, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders, the crisp white collar open at his throat, his tie undone as if he’d just come from a long day at work. 

Then there’s the intensity to his eyes. His expression was serious, his lips pressed into a thoughtful line as he listened to your parents talk.

As you step further into the room, Aaron’s gaze lifted, and for a moment, his eyes locked with yours. Your breath got caught right in your throat. 

“Aaron,” your father said formally, cutting into the silence as he noticed you standing there. “You remember my daughter.”

Aaron’s lips twitched into a slight smile, but it was fleeting. “Of course,” he said, his voice deep and even. “It’s been a while.”

You swallowed hard, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. You force yourself to walk further into the room, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest. “Hi, Aaron,” just a short greeting, your voice shaky– that’s all you had managed.

Your mother glanced at you. “Come sit down,” she said, gesturing to the empty seat across from Aaron. “We were just discussing the situation.”

Your stomach churned in shame. The situation. You know exactly what they’re talking about. And how embarrassing it was.

You took your seat, your hands trembling slightly as you settled into the chair. You focused yourself on a maid filling your glass with water, thanking her promptly and watching her walk away.

“Your father and I,” your mother started, effectively catching your attention, “were just going over the legal implications of what happened at the university.”

You glanced at your father, unsure of what to say. You know how grave the situation was, but seeing Aaron here, sitting with your parents as they calmly discuss your future as if it were some business negotiation, makes you want to crawl out of your skin and disappear forever.

“And Aaron’s here because?” You frowned, your voice sounded sarcastic without intending to. “We already have a family lawyer. Do we really need to drag him into this?”

Your father’s gaze sharpened just a bit. “Aaron has been a trusted friend of the family for years. Given the severity of your circumstances, we thought his experience would be invaluable.”

“Experience?” You let out a small, incredulous laugh, folding your arms across your chest. “He’s an FBI agent, Dad, not my defense attorney. This isn’t a federal case. It’s just a stupid prank gone wrong. I don’t see why we need to make this a whole ‘bring in the cavalry’ thing.” You glanced back at Aaron. “And I’m sure he’s got more important things to do than babysit me.”

Aaron leaned back slightly in his chair, his voice calm but firm when he spoke. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think this was serious.” His hazel eyes locked onto yours, and there was a weight to his words that made your earlier sarcasm feel childish and misplaced. “There’s a chance the university will pursue disciplinary action against you. But there’s also the matter of the TA. His injuries are documented, and he has every right to file charges.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died on your tongue. The potential lawsuit. The school hearing. Your entire future balancing on the edge of a knife. Deep down, you know he’s right, but the idea of Aaron being here, so entrenched in this mess, felt too personal— too invasive. Why on Earth would you want him here?

You’re used to your parents managing everything, controlling every detail of your life, but Aaron? It was different.

Your father cleared his throat. “He’s just offering legal advice and some advice on how we can keep this from spiraling any further.”

“I appreciate the help,” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your voice laced with a slight edge of stubbornness, “but I don’t need to be micromanaged by a fed. I’m perfectly capable of dealing with this.”

Your mother raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “And what exactly do you plan to do? Handle it on your own? When all you did all day is lock yourself in your room and cry? Is that your idea of handling problems?”

You bit back the urge to say, ‘Yes, so what?’

The tension in the room thickened as your mother’s words silenced you. You felt the familiar heat of frustration creeping up your neck. It’s the same old story— no matter what, they always think you need to be rescued, that you’re not capable of handling your own life. That all you could do was cry, although that was exactly what you did.

Aaron, however, remained calm, his gaze never wavering from yours. “No one’s saying you’re not capable,” he said, his voice low and measured. “But this is a situation that’s already out of your control. There are legal repercussions, reputational damage, and the possibility of expulsion. Ignoring it or downplaying it won’t make it go away.”

His tone was steady, not condescending, but the message was clear: Whether you like it or not, this is bigger than you. So listen to me, little girl.

You bit the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to snap back at him. But instead, you exhaled slowly, trying to tamp down the frustration bubbling up inside you. “Fine,” you voice was tight as you spoke. “But I still don’t understand why Aaron needs to be involved. We can handle this with our own lawyer.”

Your mother interjected with an eye roll. “Aaron is a friend, and I don’t think you’re in much position to say who can help us and who can’t.” She paused and stared at you with that poised, assessing gaze she always has. “I suggest you listen to him.”

“And if I don’t?”

You almost flinched when you heard the sharp sound of your father’s sigh. “I’m too tired to deal with this attitude. Don’t push my button. I will send you to your Grandma if you don’t shut your damn mouth.”

The room fell into a heavy silence. You glanced at Aaron again, feeling a flicker of something you can’t quite place. He was watching you carefully. And for a brief moment, you felt like you were back to being that younger version of yourself, looking up to him, admiring him, thinking he had all the answers, thinking he could fix everything.

But now, everything feels different. When you’re the problem he’s been called in to fix.

“Alright,” you finally said, the fight going out of you as the reality of the situation set in. “Whatever.”

Aaron nodded slightly, his expression softening just a touch, and didn’t say anything else.

Later that evening, you have been called to your father’s office. The dim light casted long shadows over the dark wood paneling and the rows of bookshelves lining the walls. You’ve always thought of this room as intimidating, with all the thick books and deep leather armchairs, and the old oak desk, but tonight you feel even more antsy.

You were perched on the edge of the sofa, your legs stretched out in front of you, painting your toenails with a level of focus that belies how much your mind was actually racing. You needed something to do with your hands, something to distract yourself from the fact that you were alone in the room with Aaron. 

The smell of polish hangs faintly in the air. You felt the hem of your nightdress ride up your thighs as you leaned forward slightly to get a better angle on your toes.

And from your seat, you can hear the faint sound of the videos Aaron was busy watching.

He sat across from you in one of the large armchairs, his back straight, his attention narrowed down on the laptop balanced on his knees. He was watching video clips and scrolling through photos from the night of the frat party. You’ve caught glimpses of the screen ealier, the images of yourself in that tight, short dress flashing by, a reminder of just how badly things have spiraled out of control.

You could feel his presence like a heat in the room, a steady pressure that makes it hard to breathe. Every now and then, his gaze shifted from the screen to you, but it was subtle, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t so hyper-aware of him. You don’t have to look up to know when his eyes are on you; you can feel it in the way your skin tingled, the way your heart skipped a beat.

He cleared his throat eventually, the sound breaking the heavy silence. “These videos,” he started, his voice low and gruff, “are all over social media. It’s worse than I thought.”

You paused mid-stroke, the small brush hovering over your toe, your pulse quickening at the seriousness in his tone. You glanced up at him, trying to gauge his expression. He addressed you in a formal manner. But still, there was a flicker of something in his eyes that you couldn’t name— something that made your stomach flutter in a way you’d rather ignore.

“Yeah, well,” you mumbled, turning your attention back to your nails, “I guess that’s what happens when everyone has a phone in their hand these days.”

Aaron didn’t respond immediately. You heard the faint clicking as he scrolled through more images, the silence stretching on between you. The weight of his scrutiny, even if it was just on a screen, made you squirm slightly in your seat. 

You shifted your position, the movement causing your nightdress to ride up even more, the silky fabric sliding higher up your thighs.

You caught a brief flicker of movement from the corner of your eye— his gaze dropping to your legs, lingering for just a second longer than necessary before he quickly looked back at the screen. It was so quick, so subtle, that you almost convinced yourself you imagined it. But your heart did that traitorous little skip again, and you had to force yourself to focus on what you were doing, so you don’t dwell on it.

“This isn’t going to go away on its own,” Aaron said again after a beat of silence, as if he was choosing his words with great care. “The videos, the pictures—they’re everywhere. The university is likely to use them as evidence if they pursue disciplinary action.”

You placed the nail polish brush back in the bottle, twisting it shut with a sharp click. “So what?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you. “We already knew it was bad.”

“It’s worse,” he pressed, his eyes lifting to meet yours, the intensity of his gaze making your breath catch. “And I’m not just talking about the university. This could get very public, very fast. You need to understand what that means.”

You bristled at his words, feeling a flare of defensiveness rise up. “I get it, okay? I know I screwed up. I’m not stupid. But we don’t need to keep going over it.” You shifted again, fanning your hand over the wet nail polish, the nightdress inching up higher as you moved, exposing more of your skin.

This time, you didn’t miss the way Aaron’s eyes darted to the fabric as it rode up, his gaze lingering before he caught himself and quickly looked away, his jaw tightening slightly. There was something in his expression now, something that was not just concern or frustration.

You felt a strange mix of emotions— embarrassment, maybe, or something closer to satisfaction— at catching him off guard, at seeing that brief lapse in his composure. He’d always been so steady, so in control, and there was a part of you that was curious, maybe even a little thrilled, to see that control waver even only for a second.

“Are you going to keep staring at those videos all night? Or are we actually going to talk about something useful?”

Aaron’s eyes snapped back to yours, his expression hardening even more. “This is useful,” he replied evenly, though his voice is a bit more clipped now. “The more we understand about what’s out there, the better we can prepare for what’s coming.”

You leaned back slightly, stretching your legs out and letting the nightdress fall naturally over your thighs. “I think we both know what’s coming,” your tone edged with resignation. “I’m going to be dragged through the mud, and my parents are going to do everything they can to make it disappear. That’s how this always goes.”

Aaron’s gaze darkened, and he set the laptop aside, leaning forward in his chair, elbows on his knees. “Is that what you think this is?” he said quietly, but firmly. “You’re not a kid anymore, and this isn’t just about your parents cleaning up a mess. This is about your future. If this ends up in a court, your future will be at stake.”

There was something strange with the way he said it. You’re not a kid anymore. And you dropped your eyes, suddenly feeling very exposed— not just because of the nightdress, but because of everything you’ve been trying so hard to brush off.

“Why do you care so much, anyway? This is none of your business.”

For a moment, he was silent, and you wondered whether that was too much and you crossed a line. But then, he suddenly said, “Forget it. You’re pretty much the same kid I knew. I thought you’d be able to handle this with maturity, but obviously I’m wrong.”

Obviously.

You felt a surge of anger with that. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You’re still the same spoiled and whiny child from before.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief and offense. You’re not sure you followed everything he said after that. Because in the back of your mind, all you wondered about is what goes on in his brain when he looks at you with those dark, piercing eyes.

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[jaeyong-sucker]

monster

pairing: lee jeno x male reader

genre: smut (i mean what else lmao)

warnings: monster under the bed!jeno x male reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, blowjobs, face fucking, anilingus, posssessiveness, breeding, mention of blood

note: its my first time writing something in a looooong while and i honestly forgot how to write lol forgive the rusty writing... not proofread TT... basically it's male reader and jeno fucking like rabbits since they have the whole place to themselves

your roommate has already boarded the bus. the symbolic angel on your shoulder berates you for just watching him carry the luggage that can almost engulf him while the demon cheers you on for being selfish and following the throbbing feeling between your legs. finally, you have the whole room to yourself and you find yourself thanking the chancellor for approving a two week break from your university. you don't remember the last time you spoke to the

“has he already left?” you feel its hot breath graze your neck as its scaly claws caress your waist. a blush crept up your cheeks as you hear its voice again after god knows how long. 

“we have the whole room to ourselves now.” you turn around and nuzzle its hairy chest. it's the same warm chest you've known since fifteen years ago. 

you were no stranger to loneliness. it was with you as early as the age of three when the kids in the park deliberately ignored you and has introduced you to the feeling of being invisible despite being present at the moment. it was there when your whole family went on a trip to london thinking everyone is present when they didn't even bother waking up the middle child (you). it followed you like a shadow from kindergarten up to college. 

but there was jeno. or that was what you liked to call it. It started with the scratching noises under your bed that kept you awake at night. you thought it was just your older brother doing whatever stupid thing he thought of in the middle of the night. but then, he sleeps early and is a heavy sleeper at that. curiosity kicks in and you recall the stories your teacher told you about monsters lingering under your bed. now was the time to test it out. 

gently kneeling to the floor and crouching low enough to see the bottom of the bed, you took a flashlight with the purpose of finding the monster. you didn't need the flashlight to see the faint, glowing eyes staring back at you. you froze. the scream you were about to let out got stuck in your throat. your pulse quickened as you stopped breathing. somehow, you were able to see its long arms that has scales, its claws that looked like it could kill you by one simple scratch, its dark, hairy body and scaly legs and tail. there is a monster! 

kids your age would surely scream at the sight of the grotesque creature but somehow, you don't find yourself scared of this unknown being. rather, a warmth rises on your chest and you feel oddly calmed by the monster's presence. the initial fear turned into fascination. maybe you weren't alone. 

“i’m y/n.” you whisper before extending your hand for the monster to shake. the monster just stares back for god knows how long before extending its scaly hand and lets out a low grunt as if to acknowledge your presence. the warmth of the gesture made up for its cold hands. you find yourself smiling at the newfound connection as you squeeze the monster's cold hands. 

“i’ll call you jeno.”

since that night, you crouch down on the floor to talk to the monster about your day. whether it be receiving a long lecture about being good from your parents or the bullies at school stealing your lunch. the monster didn't seem to be annoyed at your endless yapping. well, it did release a low sound every time you said something just like how a normal person would nod if someone said something to them. you would even hand it a plate of cookies which he wouldn't touch as you talk, but would be empty by the time you wake up in the morning. 

he was your only friend and you didn't bother making other friends at school. you know you wouldn't fit in anyway. you cam home one time and found a kid looking like your age sitting on your bed. the boy was handsome, dashing. he smiles at you that his eyes turn into crescents. maybe this is how the other kids whenever they saw their “crush” or something like that. that was when you discovered jeno could shapeshift into humanㅡor anything else, who knows?ㅡand this sweet feeling of having a crush. you grew up with jeno as your only friend every evening that he even followed you when you moved into a dorm for college. 

jeno morphed into his human form. you don't know what happened but you were sure he'd gone shameless after knowing how your dick worked when you were in puberty. in your childhood years, he would transform into a boy with clothes on. when you were in your teens, he would appear shirtless, which made you look at his defined muscles in his upper body. later, he would appear just in boxers or wearing nothing at all. 

just like right now. he smiles at you like a puppy as if he isn't aware of the effect his bare body has on you. he smiles as if he weren't aware of the tent forming in your pants as he flexes his abdomen and chest muscles and twitches his hanging cock. 

wordlessly, he carries you to your bed before laying you down gently on the soft mattress. he pulls away your clothes and underwear before joining beside you. jeno stretches out his arm, which you use as a pillow, before pulling you closer by your waist. you find yourself burying your face to the warmth of jeno’s muscled chest as your hands roam in the expanse of his muscled abdomen. 

you softly moan at the familiar comfort cuddling with jeno brings. this must be the feeling of highschool love. being elated and giggly and flustered and the simplest of jeno's touches. you don't care that you feel ugly with your messy hair and your bloated body. jeno was always there to assure you that you're the prettiest. one of his favorite things to do is planting kisses on your forehead, which makes you feel safe and cared for. 

“i miss laying next to you,” you whisper before cupping his cheeks and kissing his soft lips. 

“you’ll be sleeping next to me for the next two weeks or so,” he smiles back and presses a kiss to your temple. he carefully lays on his back before pulling you up on his chest. gazing softly at your features, he cups your cheeks and kisses the top of your head. “you are so beautiful, baby,” his low, adoring voice sends butterflies churning in your stomach. “i won't get tired looking at your pretty face, princess.” 

princess. princess. he knows what he's doing when he says that word accompanied by kisses all over your face and his hands caressing your sides. he sits up and pulls you on his lap before kissing your neck while his hands finds their place on your taut nipples. his actions draw out a long moan from you. when was the last time he has touched you like this? he finds that sweet spot on your neck before assaulting it with kisses. there it goes. there goes the sticky liquid oozing from your dick in response to jeno’s kisses. 

your dick stands firm next to his semi-erect one. he kisses and sucks your nipples adding up to your arousal. grunting from impatience, you pull his hair before slamming your lips to his. immediately, jeno responds, curling his tongue with yours and groping your ass. he grips the back of your head as he inserts his tongue in your mouth, dominating the kiss like he usually does. he bites your lip before slurping your tongue like he's never kissed you in years, making the kiss sloppy and messy, drool coating your lips and dripping down your chins. 

your hand reaches down, grabbing his throbbing cock that got significantly harder and bigger the moment your lips met, although his cock hasn't reached its full erection. he releases a deep moan as you wrap your hand around it and give slow strokes on the cockhead. moaning from pleasure, he grinds against your hand before inserting a few fingers inside your hole. 

jeno pulls away from the kiss before attacking your chest with bites and kisses. he smirks as you moan loudly as he hits that sweet prostate with his fingers. he ups your arousal by biting and kissing your nipples. 

“jeno,” you moan shamelessly while stroking his cock harder and faster that it grows bigger and harder from your touch. he curses loudly as you wrap a hand around the glans before playing with the slit with your thumb. jeno loves it when you give his cock your special attention. especially when you toy at the tip and draw the precum out by playing with the slit. he leans back at the headboard, cursing and grunting and moaning in carnal bliss as you play with the tip with one hand and stroke his huge length with the other. 

“suck me,” he orders and you wasted no minute getting down on your knees before wrapping your lips around his tip. you spit on his cock, lathering it with so much drool that it's nasty. just how jeno fucking loves it. you pull away shortly to admire jeno’s huge cock that is almost as big as your forearm and is so veiny. you softly lick the veins that his cock twitches and leaks desperately. not wanting to waste any time teasing, you immediately bob your head over his enormous length that it draws a delicious “fuuucccck,” from him. his hand finds itself in your locks before pressing your head down to take all of his length. instantly, you grab on his meaty thighs as you feel his hips thrust into your face. 

jeno has never fucked your throat so deep that you could feel it poking your stomach. he fucks your face so rough. so rough that you feel his carnal desires. so rough that your jaw might fall off. “fuck, your mouth feels fucking amazing,” he whimpers as he penetrates your throat deeper, reaching new depths as if having your nose harshly pressed against the patch of hair on jeno’s crotch wasn't already deep enough. still, you bob your head to please jeno even if his cock assaults the walls of your throat. you want to make him feel good after all. 

chest heaving and sweat trickling his body, jeno pulls you away from his cock before making you sit on his face. he wastes no time lapping and feasting around your tight hole like a hungry beast. jeno lands a harsh slap on your butt cheek before wiggling his tongue around the rim of your hole. eager to taste your ass, jeno grips both cheeks, spreads them apart before pressing his face in your ass before ravaging it. 

legs trembling, you squeal out shamelessly, “more, jeno, please,” before leaning forward to suck off his angry cock. jeno eats you out so deep, so good that you feel his tongue toying with your prostate as his thumbs insert themselves inside your hole, stretching you apart. you suck him off desperately, gagging nastily as his cock hits the back of your throat. the delicious taste of his cock makes you moan around him hard that he thrusts upwards to chase the bliss your throat gives his cock. 

the room gets filled with sounds of jeno slurping and spitting on your hole and you gagging on his cock and occasional squeals from you as jeno relentlessly eats you out deeper and abuses your prostate with his tongue. he buries his face deeper, almost suffocating himself in the depths of your ass as he slurps and tongues the insides of your hole, driving you crazy as he pushes you to the edge. 

“jeno! close!” you whimper desperately as you grip his cock. you even grind against his face as you feel your orgasm building up. smirking, jeno pulls away before making you lay on your back. he wraps his mouth around your dick before bobbing his head eagerly, while four of his fingers stretch your hole and pleasure your prostate, pushing you closer to an awaited orgasm. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck! jeno!” you squeal on top of your lungs as you release your cum in jeno’s mouth. desperate for more pleasure, you thrust into his mouth with your legs wrapped around his head. jeno moans around your dick, increasing the bliss and erupting more loads of cum from your dick. he smirks as he sees you blissed out. whole body sweaty, chest heaving, and eyes closed due to pleasure. vulnerable and naked. jeno loves seeing this sight of you and he lives for it. 

impatiently, he pulls away from your cock before spitting out your cum to his palm before using it to lube his cock. none of you feel the need to reach out for the lube in the nearby drawer. the carnal needs are too difficult to ignore. not when you're both naked and too horny to be logical. 

“put it in me, please,” you whimper as you feel jeno prodding your rim with the tip of his cock. you're so desperate. so desperate you could die if you won't have jeno's juicy cock inside of you. so desperate to have him when you're legs are spread out and all he needs is to insert that fucking dick inside your hole begging to be filled with his cock and eventually, his cum. with jeno's smirkㅡthat fucking annoying smirkㅡyou knew you had to beg for it. 

“please, jeno. please!” you tear up as jeno takes his sweet time playing and tapping with the rim of your hols with his cockhead. if he gets childish and annoying he probably is drawing imaginary faces around your rim. “put it in now, please,” you squeal needily, begging jeno to just put that fucking cock inside. 

“so fucking needy,” he chuckles as his slaps your inner thigh before inserting the tip just to pull it out again. you whimper at the absence of his cock before begging again. he could no longer be patient. he immediately inserts his cock without warning that it draws out blissed out moans from the both of you. he groans at the warm, tight feeling of your whole while you whimper at the delicious stretch his huge cock does to your tiny hole. jeno lets out a long guttural moan, praising how tight you clamp his cock before putting your legs against his shoulders. he thrusts moderately into you, knowing how you liked being stretched by his cock. his thick cock drags through your tight walls, eliciting lustful groans from you as he hits the sweetest spots inside you. the stretch is just so fucking good you could cry at how good jeno uses his cock to please you.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good, princess,” he grunts as he intertwines his fingers with yours and pinning it on the sheets. while hitting your prostate consistently, he leans down, capturing your lips for a fervent kiss. teeth clashing and tongues dancing, jeno grunts as he presses a hand down your throat, making you submit to his dominance. he smirks, ravaging your mouth as he is in control. pulling away, he gets to your neck and leaves kisses before leaving marks that would take more than a week to fade. wanting to hear you moan louder, he keans down and slurps your nipple while playing with the other by giving it soft pinches and rubs. 

“oh god, jeno!” you scream as you wrap your limbs around him. your nails dig in his back and scratch, drawing blood, as he thrusts deeper and bulges your stomach. “fuck, fuck, fuck, jeno! more!” you squeal as you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in to fuck you deeper. 

grunting, he presses your legs to your chest, making you whimper at the stretch in your hamstrings and the deeper position for him to penetrate you. he cages your face with his arms, making him see every blissed out expression you make as he assaults your prostate harder. “do you like this, baby? like how my cock makes you feel?” he asks before spitting a huge load on your face. dick twitching at the action, you nod and stick your tongue out, waiting for another huge load of spit from jeno. smirking, he wordlessly inserts two finger inside your mouth, making you gag at the sudden intrusion. you suck his fingers and swirl your tongue around them while looking at him with blissed out teary eyes. 

“god, look at you, babe. you're such a fucking slut for me.” he chuckles darkly as he thrusts his fingers in your throat. “who would've thought the nerd in uni is such a dirty bitch under me? you'd do anything just for me to fuck you, right?” he holds your waist with a bruising grip as he slams you to his cock, meeting his deep, greedy thrusts. 

“yes, daddy! i love how you make me feel good with your cock!” you squeal in between moans while clenching tightly around his cock, knowing how much jeno loves it tight. daddy. that word ignites a carnal desire inside  jeno every time jeno hears it from you. just like right now where he manhandles you into all fours and fucks you wilder than he did before. 

“what did you call me, princess? say that word again.” he growls in your ear as he grips your waist harsher and lands a stinging spank in your ass. 

“fuck me harder, daddy! fuck me so hard that i couldn't walk for days!” you moan out, your voice hoarse from screaming earlier. on cue, jeno reaches out for your hair, giving it a harsh grip that it deliciously burns your scalp. he tugs it harshly, pulling you close to him, your back arching hard as he penetrates you from behind. “fuck, i miss fucking you like this princess,” he grunts as he kisses your back before leaving bites that would turn into bright red marks. 

“i miss holding you like this and fucking you until your hold starts dripping with my cum.” he whispers nastily against your ears as he licks and bites on your earlobe. “i won’t stop fucking you until you get pregnant with my child.” you squeal sluttilly as he pinches your taut nipples and reaches for your dick and pumping it aggressively. jeno just fucks so good it's impossible for you to form a coherent word to talk back to him. what came out of your mouth are incoherent, broken moans and whimpers that just sounded musically arousing to jeno's ears. your moans go straight to his cock, stimulates it and just signals his sexual urges to pummel deeper into you to give in to the pleasure provided by sex. 

“fuck, jeno! make me pregnant please! breed me that i bloat and carry your children! fuck, please, jeno!” jeno smirks as you shriek uncontrollably like a slut to which he responds by gripping your hair and pressing your head down the bed while he grabs your hands and presses them behind your back. he extends his leg to the side and mercilessly thrusts his cock, not caring about you anymore. you'll take it anyway as long as it's jeno. shrieks and squeaks come from you as jeno fucks you harsher and wilder that you cry out your pleasure in the pillows. 

the whole room reeks of sweat and all that could be heard are skins slapping and grunts and moans and squeals that all came from pleasure. these get significantly intense and louder as you both near your orgasms. feeling his cock throbbing as he feels his climax, he immediately flips you on your back and jerks your dick, knowing how your body contorts in pleasure when your orgasm hints its arrival. 

“fuck, i wanna breed you so bad that you get pregnant,” he grunts, sweat dripping from his temples as he grips the back of your legs and presses them next to your ears, fucking you in the deepest position yet. you tear up and whimper from the stretch and the building up orgasm. “breed me please! i want you hot cum in me, please! daddy, cum in me! knock me up, please, daddy!” you curse shamelessly, gripping the sheets tightly they could rip, but you couldn't care less. jeno's fucking you deliciously, driving you to your climax. 

your moans and jeno’s grunts level the volume of the bed creaking and headboard hitting the wall. jeno doesn't stop pounding deeply into you that you feel so fucking sensitive everywhere. too blisses out and pleasured to register the scent of sweat coating your bodies and the squelchy and filthy sounds the steady thrusts jeno makes. your mind is in a haze, barely able to breathe at how fast and hard jeno fucks his cock inside you. your head is in the clouds, sensitively savoring the feeling of being fucked wildly in the best way. 

“whore.” jeno lands a harsh slap on your face. his thrusts get unstable and inconsistent as his cock throbs harder and harder. growling, jeno grabs you by the throat. “you are fucking mine. got that?!” 

“yes! yes! yes!” all you could do was scream in carnal bliss as thick ropes of cum spurts out from your dick as jeno moans loudly, filling you up with his hot load. his relentless thrusts don't come to a stop. they get rather intense that you swear you hear a leg of the bed crack from the strength of his thrusts. he chases his orgasm that he screams so loud that the neighboring dorms could hear. he thrusts and thrusts until he couldn't handle the sensitivity of his cock while you squirt messily all over your body that it soils the sheets. 

shakily, he leans in and slams his lips into yours, eating your face hungrily. you reciprocate, dancing your tongue with his as you recover from the high of your orgasms. he pulls away, planting a kiss on your forehead before resting his head on your neck. 

you stay like that for a while, waiting for your breathe to steady. when it does, jeno gently pulls out his cock from your hole and moans as he admires the sight of his cum gloriously oozing out of your wrecked hole. it's amazing how your puckered rim clenches and unclenches around nothing and couldn't meet when it clenches. jeno leans down and feasts on his release. he kisses your rim before giving it the softest of licks before slurping all his cum inside your hole. he licks the piss and the cum scattered all over your torso before passing it to you through a passionate and messy kiss. jeno plays with the fluids before passing it you as he sucks your lips and tongue. 

moaning in contentment from the passionate makeout session, you pull back, and lay on his arm after pulling it. jeno pulls you close by your waist and plants a loving kiss on your forehead. 

“how are you, baby?” he asks, voiced gentle as if he's a different person from the one who fucked you wildly earlier. he caresses your butt cheek, knowing how sore it felt after being the receiving end of his harsh slaps. 

“so sore,” you whimper as you scoot closer, finding comfort in jeno's warm embrace as you nuzzle his chest. nothing beats the feeling of being cuddled by him after being used like a ragdoll prior. and you look to have more cuddles with him thanks to the absence of roommates. 

“i love you, baby,” he lands a peck on your lips. “do you want to get cleaned up right now?” 

“just… cuddles first, then we'll take a warm bath.” you reply and jeno couldn't resist cooing at how cute you respond. we'll that's what good sex does to you. and only jeno does that to you. 

“take a rest, then, baby.” he lands a kiss on your forehead. 

“we have the whole place to ourselves to recreate those things in your X bookmarks.” 

[dumpster-fire-deluxe]

Alright babes! Grace me with your Palpatine sexy time head canons

I'll start:

Loves grabbing his partner's hair

Can be slow and tender, but he loves heat and passion (like a true sith)

Loves seeing his partner vulnerable. After care is in part just him enjoying his partner being undone and surrendered to him

Someone kindly pointed out in a comment on Dark Devotion that nose length correlates to penis length. Fantastic.

[cookybananas]

Do I Know You? - Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x Reader {Part. I}

a/n: an alternate universe/timeline!au fic! this is the first part, the second part is in the works!

summary: Where Darth Vader is sent on a mission and finds himself traveling through another timeline and meets another version of you where you aren't dead. part II: Do I Know You? II

"I am going to have a few words with you once I get back Sheev..." Vader thought to himself. His large frame was trapped in a tiny capsule that was rapidly moving downwards onto the surface of Tatooine.

His master had sent him to retrieve the Death Star plans on a rebel ship when all of sudden, the rebels managed to crowd him into this tiny capsule and drop him out of the ship. 

There was a faint beeping heard below him. He looked down at his hand and noticed a device strapped on the back of his hand. Those damn rebels. Vader toyed with the device, hoping to shut off the beeping, but the beeping increased and flashed the words on the device:

Coruscant, 20 BBY 

"Huh?" He thought to himself once again, what could this possibly mean? The light above him began flashing red. Out of the small window of the capsule, the dark space soon turned into a blue clouded sky. The Sith Lord let out a sign of frustration, how the hell did I get into this position?

The capsule came to an abrupt stop when it had landed on the ground, sending the Sith Lord face forward into the door. Vader groaned to himself. The door slid open, revealing a dark alleyway, similar to the alleyways in the Underworld in Coruscant.

Vader walked out of the capsule, turning around to admire the machine that the rebels had managed to squeeze him in. Interesting... The Sith Lord thought to himself before making his way towards the dimly lit streets of Coruscant.

The people off the streets eyed the tall, towering figure as Vader strolled along the sidewalks of the Underworld.

"Do you want to buy some deathsticks?" A Rodian man said as he approached the tall dark figure with death sticks in his hands. To which Vader took a step back and eyed the man.

"No..." He let out, debating on whether to take the deathsticks or not. This day was already terrible as is with how everything had gone.

"Are you sure? You'll have a great time-" Vader raise his hand, force choking the reptilian humanoid.

"I would rather not you pest. Now, you will go home and rethink your life."

"I-I will to go home and rethink my life." The man nodded up and down. Vader released his grasp, allowing the Rodian to scramble away from him.

There was whispering and murmurs from other onlookers, witnessing what the Sith Lord just did.

"Did he just use the force?"

"You saw that right?

"Do you think he's one of those Jedi?"

The Sith Lord looked around the people who backed away from him. Pathetic, he thought. He needed to find Palpatine and tell him that mission was a failure, the rebels had gotten away, and he was unable to get the plans. Meaning, that there will be a severe punishment waiting for him once he returns to his Master.

Vader walked into the nearest club and approached the Twi'lek bartender, hoping to find a speeder or station to get him out of here.

"Where is there nearest station? I need to get to the Emperor. 5127th level." Vader said to Twi'lek man who had just gotten done serving a drink to a customer.

"Emperor? Where on Hoth did you come from? Do you mean the Chancellor?" The man questioned, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

Vader sat in brief silence, thinking to himself, Chancellor? He could have sworn Sheev didn't go by that name anymore.

"Y-Yes, the Chancellor...Do you know where I can find him." Vader finally let out, after moments of awkward silence.

"Well, you won't have much of chance finding her. She's either too busy in her office or helping the people clear the debris that was left from the Clone Wars ever since the previous Chancellor was killed."

"She...? How strange." Vader said to himself. "And remind me, what is the name of the Chancellor is again?"

"Kriff dude, did your head get smack with a bunch of Ewoks throwin' rocks at it?" The man questioned, now cleaning cups with his towel.

Vader sat in silence again, staring down at the man. Debating on whether he should have killed his man sooner, or wait until he got a response. Luckily, he chose the latter.

"Chancellor Y/N L/N is her name. She was the former Senator of Naboo before she was elected right after Chancellor Palpatine's death. There's rumors that she had a fling with a Jedi Knight, by the name of Anakin Skywalker-"

"Tell me. Where is she." Vader said, his tone revealing his impatience.

"Woah woah, don't you want me to finish telling-"

"Where is the nearest station. I will find her myself." He stated.

"O-okay fine. The nearest station is quite a distance. But we do have this old speeder at the back of-"

Before the bartender could finish, Vader had already made his way out of the club and around to the back to the speeder. Chancellor Y/N? It couldn't be possible. You were dead, but he needed to see it for himself.

-

"Your Majesty, do you think-"

"Who cares, she has already told you how she felt-" 

"Oh I wasn't talking to you-"

The doors of my office slide open, revealing Obi-Wan with a tray that had two cups on it. I smiled at him, to which he returned. But that smile soon turned into concern as he looked over at my two handmaidens who were having a little dispute.

"Are they still fighting about it?" Obi-Wan said, approaching me and handing me a cup of warm tea.

"Yes, yes they are." I responded, sipping and savoring the earthy taste of the tea.

"Chancellor! Chancellor!" A voice from outside my office called. I looked up at Obi-Wan who looked down at me. The doors to my office slid open, revealing Cal?

"Cal? What's the matter?" I said, now standing up from my chair and making my way towards him.

"T-There's. there's someone looking for you. We don't know who o-or what their name is." He breathed out, trying to catch his breath. "I'm just gonna take a seat here." before plopping himself on the loveseat.

"Astra, could you grab Cal a glass of water please?" Both my handmaidens stopped their bickering and turned to look at me.

"Y-yes of course your Majesty." Astra bowed, both handmaidens leaving the three of us in my office. I turned back to Cal with concern.

"Cal, take a moment to catch your breath. Now, what is this you heard of someone needing me?" I asked him, taking a seat next to him on the loveseat, my hand resting on his shoulder.

"Of course Chancellor. There are talks in the Underworld, that there is this dark figure, who I think is a force-user, is looking for you... I don't know if he's from another planet or something, but there's something off about that thing." Cal spoke, still breathless from running to get to my office.

"Thing?" I furrowed my eyebrows at his words. I looked up at Obi-Wan who was standing next to Cal, caressing his beard in thought.

"Well, it could be a droid of some sort. The thing sounds mechanical." Cal continued, gnawing at his lips nervously.

"Interesting Cal, do we perhaps have another other information of the individual?" Obi-Wan inquired.

"N-No Master, but I felt this dark energy from him. Almost as if it was evil, pure evil." Cal responded. He pulled out his holoprojector, showing footage of a tall dark mysterious figure force choking an innocent bystander.

Obi-Wan and I looked at each other before looking back at the hologram.

"He doesn't look like he would be friendly. Perhaps we may need to take action and find what this individual wants to do with you." Obi-Wan said, still stroking his beard. I thought to myself. How strange, what could I have possibly done that I was involved with this individual?

"We may need to tighten up security among the people and the rest of the sovereign powers. I don't want to draw too much attention to this. I already have much going on. Perhaps I'll bring this up to the Jedi council tomorrow morning and see what they think." I said sighing to myself, as I walked over to the large window that overlooked beautiful skies of Coruscant.

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, Cal sat there looking between us.

-

The skies of Coruscant were pitch black, but littered with stars in the sky. The Sith Lord arrived at the small landing pad with his airspeeder, just outside of a familiar penthouse. The penthouses and apartments in Coruscant were always open air. Since they were high up in the skies, the only way to get in was with an airspeeder or the elevators to the buildings. So it was fairly easy for Vader to walk into your penthouse without needing to break a sweat.

The Sith Lord made his way into the penthouse. The lights of every room were turned off, except for one. Light faintly emitted from a set of closed doors, assuming that was your room, Vader made a beeline towards your bedroom doors.

Even with his ultraviolet and infrared vision, it was still limited to where Vader missed the Jedi that was hidden behind one of the large pillars of the penthouse.

"You're not welcomed here. You are trespassing a politician's home and I advise you to leave this instant." A familiar voice spoke up.

"I will not leave until I see her, the Chancellor." The Sith Lord turned around, but did not see anyone behind him. Vader turned back around only to be met with Obi-Wan with his hand on the hilt of lightsaber.

"M-Master..." Vader let out, only for Obi-Wan to quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Do we know each other?" Obi-Wan responded, his hand still resting upon his saber.

"Master, it's me... Anakin Skywalker." Vader spoke out to his former Master.

"Foolish nonsense, Anakin Skywalker is dead." Obi-Wan stated.

Both the Sith Lord and Master Jedi eyed each other, waiting on who would make the first move. After moments of deafening silence, Vader took off his helmet. Revealing his burnt, scarred face, and yellow Sith eyes. Obi-Wan watch him in disbelief, taking a step back from the Sith. 

"Obi? Obi-Wan are you there? Who are you talking to in there?" Your voice was muffled on the other side of your door. Anakin's desperate eyes darted over to Obi-Wan and to your door, hoping he'll say something.

"Y-yes Y/N! No worries, it was just a false alarm! It was just a hawk-bat!" Obi-Wan shouted.

"If you say so Obi. I'm heading to bed now!" You shouted in response. The light emitting from your bedroom doors shut off, leaving the entirety of the penthouse dark and only for the Coruscant moonlight to shine through the large windows.

Obi-Wan shook his head and sighed to himself. "You have some nerve for showing up here. And to say that you are Anakin Skywalker? Ludicrous." He spat at Vader.

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part II: Do I Know You? II

[hayleythesugarbowl]

chancellor esteban flores x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: i literally NEVER see him or this fandom so I’m here to fill the void 🫡 disclaimer though it’s been a while since i watched this show and i am only on s2 so that is when this will take place i guess 🎀💌

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dating esteban would include…

ok so like he met you at a trade summit with a neighboring kingdom 

you couldn’t keep your eyes of each other

you heard it here folks-

esteban “uptight, professional, reserved” flores couldn’t keep his eyes off you 

ofc doña notices

anyways you get a job at the castle in avalor 

you guys keep meeting at different conferences/events/etc

you both flirt but neither makes a move

esteban keeps asking doña for advice 

because he knows nothing about romance

you are at all the grand council meetings

finally he asks you out 

naomi won’t stop teasing him about it 

he gets all flustered around you and elena loves to try to help him make nice gestures for you

he is still reserved and it takes a bit for him to actually open up to you but when he does it’s so cute 

“He HaTeS eVeRyOnE bUt HeS dIfFeReNt WiTh YoU” 

i know it’s cliche but like it’s true in this case

he loves taking you sailing occasionally 

and he is super busy but always makes time for you 

you eventually find out about his dealings with shuriki when he finally confides in you

obviously he still feels really guilty and you comfort him 

you become besties with naomi and elena and mateo and gabe

gabe flirted with you once though and esteban didn’t let it go for weeks

you hang out with doña a lot and you have girls nights

he’s actually super protective and proud of you 

he isn’t into pda but when it’s just you two he loves cuddling 

victor tried to blackmail you once and the council had to intervine before esteban tried to send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love to hunt down his old friend 

a/n: sorry hamilton reference

you call him el segundo to get on his nerves

he has the cutest nicknames for you

”princesa” “mi amor” “chiquitita” “mi reina”

his family is so so important to him and he hates the thought of losing you like his parents and aunt and uncle 

he loves making his family’s recipes for you

he loves it when you sing him to sleep

you make him feel 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃

you guys get a pet jaquin

even though he’s never been fond of them

but he relented because you wanted one

and he insisted on naming it after you

you guys just love each other so much and everyone in avalor knows it <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ well there it is…like i said i am not 100% up to date on this show but i hope you enjoyed!! i love esteban so much and i have since i was 12 so this felt like something i needed to write ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🍒🩰

[petertingle-yipyip]

I WISH I HATED YOU - BELLAMY BLAKE

//is this probably a hot mess and ooc? yes. but it’s also self indulgent so just enjoy new content okay 🤷‍♀️//

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Word Count: 1,617

Summary: After being arrested for speaking out, you get a chance to tell Bellamy basically everything on your mind.

After Bellamy and Clarke got everyone out of Mount Weather, you had stayed close with him. You went on runs with him, trained with him, and even helped him through the guilt of pulling the lever. You talked him through losing Gina.

Or at least you had thought you helped with it all.

When you saw him walk through the gates with Pike’s firing squad, your heart sank. You had just let yourself believe you cared about him, maybe even loved him. You sat by and watched him with Gina because him being happy seemed to be more important to you. And yet, there he was, covered in blood from an army that was supposed to protect your people.

Pike was in the middle of his speech about doing what needed to be done when you met Bellamy’s eyes.

Something in that look compelled you to speak up. You knew he wasn’t asking it of you but you felt you had to.

“We execute our own now?” You shouted, part of you hoping your voice would be buried in the crowd. But judging by the new expression Bellamy wore, you were heard loud and clear.

“What kind of Chancellor doesn’t let his people speak up?” You continued and a small group cleared out around you and you felt an imaginary spotlight on you. “I remember learning there used to be a right to free speech in the States.”

“There’s a difference between speaking your opinion and pushing propaganda, Y/N.” Pike answered and you didn’t miss the condescension in his words.

“What do you call what you’re doing?”

“Y/N.” Bellamy warned.

You hadn’t noticed he had gotten to your side.

“No.” You said firmly. “Trikru has become our allies.”

“Your ‘allies’ abandoned you in that mountain! They left you to die!”

“You’re no better!” You shouted. “You’re willing to kill us if we don’t agree with you! You just threatened all of us!”

A hand gripped your arm.

“None of you are in any danger from your own people.” He said with a disbelieving laugh. You took an angry step forward but were pulled back by the hand at your arm that you hadn’t connected to a person yet. “I am going to keep all of you safe.”

“You’re a murderer.” You said confidently. “You’ve turned the people who went with you out there-“ You looked towards the gate and realized it was Bellamy who had your arm. You didn’t look away from him. “-into murderers.”

“Don’t do this.” Bellamy said quietly, desperately almost.

“If you’re gonna do this…” You nodded towards your restricted limb. “I have to do this.”

You turned back to face Pike.

“Lincoln risked his life to help us at Mount Weather. Indra has fought by our side. The Commander has gone out of her way to welcome us into her coalition, to offer protection from the clans that hate us! Now-“ You tried to gesture but Bellamy kept your arm down. “Dammit, Blake.” You grumbled. “Now every clan wants us dead!”

“All the more reason for us to fight back!” Pike yelled.

“We wouldn’t need to fight if you hadn’t-“

“Enough!” Pike interrupted and you heard a small eruption of mumbles from the crowd. It seemed to you like some opinions were shifting. “Take her away.”

Bellamy pulled you slightly and grabbed your other arm. He locked both wrists in cuffs behind your back and led you to the detainment. You kept your head up, saying nothing as Bellamy practically dragged you down several hallways.

There were no guards posted so Bellamy released your cuffs when you were within the alleged cell but didn’t leave. He stood in the doorway instead while you sat on the lone bench. The set of his jaw, heavy sigh that moved his shoulders, and cross of his arms told you all you needed.

“You want to say something.” You spoke plainly. Any edge in your voice from before had softened.

Everything in you softened around Bellamy, even if he didn’t seem too much like your Bellamy anymore. If he ever was yours to begin with.

“Just say it, Bellamy.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “I’m sure Pike doesn’t want you gone too long.”

“You think I’m doing the wrong thing.” He said lowly, as if he was still connecting the dots in his head. “You out me in this position today, Y/N. No one told you to start telling about treason and executions.”

“You and I both know that’s what he meant. Grounder or Arkadian, opposition goes down. Seemed pretty clear to me.”

“Pike wouldn’t kill his own people. What he’s willing to do, what I’m willing to do, is to protect our people.”

“By the way, I think Pike is wrong.” You corrected. “You… You’re lost right now. You’re trying to right what’s gone wrong but that won’t go away with more blood and bullets.”

“So we’re just supposed to let them continue to kill us?”

“It’s been months and it hasn’t been Trikru killing us if any have died… Azgeda hates us and that’s not gonna change but Trikru is Indra. It’s Lincoln. It’s Octa-“

“It is not Octavia.” He cut in firmly.

Your hands went in surrender and you didn’t push on that.

“Bellamy.” You stood and carefully moved closer to him. You made sure to keep your eyes on his and not on the Grounder blood splattered across his bulletproof. “I.. care about you, you know that. But what Pike’s doing, what you’ve done, has put all of us at risk. It’s an act of war. At the very least, tell me you understand that. If it was the other way around-”

“We’ve been at war since we got here. They picked us off, one by one, in the woods around the dropship. Remember that? Or how they put a spear through Jasper’s chest? Used Murphy to infect our camp? Stabbed Finn with a poisoned blade or, even better, when they executed Finn?”

“Yes, okay?” You abated quickly. “Yeah, you’re right. They’ve beat the shit out of us. But Finn also slaughtered a village with an automatic rifle. We blew up a bridge that led to however many deaths. We burnt an army a couple hundred strong to ash. But we’ve also made allies and had a chance at peace with the Commander.”

“The Commander that left us at Mount Weather, you mean? Who forced us to have to kill the purple who helped us? Who trusted me?”

“God, Bell, y’know what? I wish I hated you for what you’re doing. I- I wish it wasn’t true, what you were doing. I wish you treated me terribly and I wish I could treat you the same. Do you know how much easier it’d be if I could hate you? Especially after the massacre out there.”

“What?” His brows furrowed.

“But I don’t.” You shook your head. “Not yet. Jesus, maybe not ever. And that makes me feel so guilty. To want to hate you and to admit that I probably won’t. You could shoot me and I still would find a way to forgive you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We may have been fighting since we landed. I can admit that.” You continued ranting.

“Y/N, I-“

“No, you’re going to listen to me!”

He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it and closed his mouth.

“That doesn’t mean we need to keep taking things further… You don’t have to like the Grounders, Bellamy. I don’t even think they’re all great, but the coalition was a chance at peace. It could finally end the war. You and me, we could…”

“You and me?” His eyes softened. “What do you…”

You laughed to yourself. “I thought it’d been obvious by now.” You shrugged. “Look, that’s not important right now. What is important is that you don’t go down a path you can’t come back from. I know you want to do what’s right and I know you want to protect us. I love you for that, but goddammit, I can’t lose you.“

“I’m trying to protect you.” He said, putting a hand on your cheek. “It’s always been about you… Well, you and Octavia.”

Despite yourself, you smiled and it brought a quick flash of a smile from him.

“You have such a good heart.” You said honestly, a much softer tone than just moments before. “Pike doesn’t get to take that from you if you don’t let him.”

“Y/N…” His hand moved and took hold of yours.

“You mean a lot to me. None of this has been easy on or for any of us. I know I’ve hardly slept a full night since we landed. And I know you think you have our best interests at heart, but I can promise you that Pike doesn’t have yours.”

“Do you?”

“I do… Since I met you.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Okay, I’ll…”

“Let me outta here?” You tried with an innocent smile.

He laughed slightly and raised his brows.

“Maybe we can continue this conversation in one of our rooms… With a little more privacy.”

“I’ll hear you.” He corrected and you pouted slightly. “You’re gonna have to stay here for the day but I’ll talk to Pike, have you out by dinner.”

“Okay.” You nodded and stepped back.

Bellamy’s hand hit your hip and pulled you back to him.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say something for a while.” He said with a smirk.

“Really?” You returned the playful tone. “How long is a while?”

His head tilted back and forth as he pretended to think.

“Since we met on the Ark.”