#senator!reader

[a-dorin]

hiiii love <3 i don‘t know if you remember but you wrote a cham syndulla x senator!reader ficlet once a long time ago and it‘s literally one of my favorite pieces of all time! i come back to reread it a lot. so i was wondering if i could request you to write anything a drabble a small fic a little blurb from that story <3 whenever you have the time and want to of course

of course!!!

here is some more cham x senator!reader content for you <3

also, thank you so much! your kind words are so sweet & are the reason why i keep writing! <33

“what’s keeping you up at this hour?”

the inquiry is sort of a scoff, yet somehow it’s genuine, the notes softer than usual.

cham syndulla is lingering in your tent, after a quite strenuous day of negotiations, planning, and well, bickering.

it had been approximately three months since your arrival to ryloth. why hadn’t you gone back to your homeworld? well, you were quite wrapped up in the ongoing war.

and as much as you did not want to admit it, you were quite wrapped up by one individual.

one particular individual, who was standing beside you, picking at some of the canvas of your tent.

“oh,” you prop yourself up on an elbow, “i’m just getting transmissions and updates about my homeworld. when your established and beloved senator takes off for a few months, the citizens begin to worry.”

“hmmph,” he nods slightly, his brow furrowing, “you know, you don’t speak much of your homeworld. do you like it there?”

“well,” you stammer, your throat suddenly feeling dry, “it’s a nice place. i like it.”

his lips curl into a smirk as he pads over to you, settling down on the plush blanket to your right, “imagine that, a senator who hates her homeworld.”

“i don’t hate it,” you mutter, eyes darting down towards the datapad in your grasp. his gaze was fiery, searing right through you, picking you apart.

“but you don’t like it,” he murmurs, fingers lightly wrapping around your wrist, “hey, i did not mean to bring unwanted feelings to the surface. you just are so quiet, and it’s so difficult to get answers out of you sometimes. it drives me insane.”

“and why is that?” the words are becoming harder and harder to find as fingers tilt your chin upwards, so that you’re forced to meet his gaze.

“because i like you,” you nearly melt as his features soften, the words barely a whisper, “i like being around you. i enjoy your presence, your persistence, your wit.”

“with the way you treat me sometimes,” you murmur, “it’s hard to tell how you feel.”

“i know i can be a bit blunt,” a quiet chuckle erupts from his throat, “and a tad rude. i am that way because i just want you to come out of your shell. i like the fiery, passionate side of you. i want to see all sides of my soft-spoken senator.”

“your soft-spoken senator huh?”

“mhmm,” he hums, leaning in.

“my beautiful, brilliant, soft-spoken senator.”

[devilart2199-aibi]

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[skyguys-princess]

sub anakin for the soul plspslslsll

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 — 𝐀.𝐒

Pairings: Sub Anakin Skywalker x Senator reader

Summary: after Anakin is assigned as your body guard. The tensions build, catching him jacking off in your office. You hear him, deciding to teach him a lesson.

Warning/s: mommy kink, masturbation, pet names, p in v, overstim, nipple play…

Author's notes: This was fun to write, way longer than I expected. But hope you enjoy, requests are open guys.

You sighed, stepping past the doorway into your chambers. Running your fingers through your hair, unweaving the elaborate hairstyle. Your handmaidens had put together meticulously. Letting the braids fall into loose waves, the tension on your scalp easing.

You shrugged off your camisole, the light fabric sliding down your shoulders. Before tossing it into the laundry hamper. Rolling out your shoulders you walked over to your liquor cabinet. Grabbing a wine glass, and your favourite bottle. Pouring yourself a glass, taking a long sip. You walk over to your office, you slowly slide the door open. Freezing as soon as the word, ‘mommy’ meets your ears. Followed by harsh pants, leaning against the doorframe. Your gaze fixated on the Jedi Padawan located in your chair, with his lean hand. Wrapped around his surprisingly girth cock, pumping his shaft up and down. The sheen layer of his precum coating his length, and the noise echoed throughout your office. “Oh y/n! Mommy,” the words escape his pretty lips.

You hum softly, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Anakin was too lost in pleasure to hear you, his orgasm washing over him. Seed splattering across your desk, he whimpers. Curling in on himself, as his cock throbbing in his hand.

“I certainly hope you’re going to clean that,” you speak up. Sipping on your glass of wine, Anakin’s eyes widen in obvious surprise. His eyes looking like they were going to pop out of the sockets. His cheeks flushing a bright red, comparable to that of a tomato.

“Y/n! I- uh- I,” he stutters. Stumbling out of the chair, covering his privates. Grabbing a handful of tissues, wiping at your desk. “I- I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” his eyes tear up in embarrassment. While you walk over to him, “I-“ you cut him off by cupping his face.

“Would you calm down please?” He whimpers in response to your words, his hands clamping over his cock. His legs folding under him, as he looked up at you. With those big, blue watery eyes.

He nods, “m’ sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He whispers, breathlessly. His body trembling ever so slightly. A few tears spilling over his waterline. He wipes his hand off on his thigh, slowly reaching for your wrist. Gently wrapping his fingers around it, waiting for you to protest. When you don’t, he leans into your touch. Closing his eyes, trapping his bottom lip with his teeth. “Do you… hate me now?” He mumbles, sheepishly.

Your brows pull together, “no of course not.” You reply, while running your thumbs along the path his tears had made. Wiping away the salty trail, his eyes slowly fluttering open. Looking up at you, with those puppy dog eyes.

“You don’t?” He questions in disbelief, his pupils expanding.

“Of course not, though I must admit. I am a tad curious,” twirling his Padawan braid around your finger. He bites his lip again, watching you intently.

“Curious?” He repeats, his eyes raking over your features.

“Yes, it’s not everyday that I come home to my assigned Jedi body guard. Jerking off in my chair, sweetheart.” His cheeks flush at your blunt recollection, but he spaces out when you call him ‘sweetheart.’ His eyes squeezing shut.

He gulps down the lump in his throat, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” he excuses.

“Stop apologising,” you grip his chin. “You didn’t mean too?” Your brow raising, “you accidentally rubbed one out, hmm?” You teased, making him squirm. He tried to rise a little, but his shaky legs couldn’t support his weight. You set your wine glass on the table, releasing your grip on him. Sitting down on your chair, while Anakin remained in his kneeled position. Right in front of your lap, looking up at you. You leaned back, “show me.” You order, looking down at him.

He blinks rapidly, “pardon?”

You sigh through your nose, “show me how you touch yourself.” You order, looking down at him. His eyes widening when he fathoms what you are asking of him.

He looks down at his crotch, “you want me to touch myself… while you watch?” He clarifies in disbelief. You nod, amused by his reaction. His cheeks flushing bright pink. As he hesitantly wraps his right hand around his cock. His other hand still clinging to your wrist. He whimpers softly, slowly pumping his sensitive cock.

Looking up at you for approval as he starts humping his fist. Resting his heavy head on your knee. His plump bottom lip trembling, “mommy.” He whines, and you rake your fingers through his hair. His body trembling as your nails lightly graze over his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. His gaze flicks down to his arching tip, he was rubbing raw. Begging for release, “mommy I’m gonna cum.” He buries his face into your plush thigh. His words laced with his need for your approval and permission.

You tilt your head, looking down at him. “Yeah?” You ask, a mocking tone to your voice. He nods rapidly, hearing the slick sounds of his hand stroking his cock ferociously. His lip trembling, his wide eyes watering. You take your fingers through his short hair, tugging softly. “Cum,” you order.

On command his cheeks flush, “ahh!” He yelps, his warm seed spurting from the blushing tip once again. Coating all over his fist and onto your dress, he whimpers. Collapsing in on himself in exhaustion. Panting to catch his breath, his chest heaving.

You look down at the mess he made on your dress and all over his lap. Watching him slump against your thigh, “mmm… don’t get too relaxed. I’m not done with you yet darling.” He pipes up at your words, looking up at you lazily.

“There’s more?” He asks softly, his tone pitchier. You chuckle softly at his question, his naivety exposing itself. You place your arms under his shoulders, into the crook of his armpits. Scooping him up, sitting him atop the furniture. He gasps as it meets the sensitive skin of his butt, tugging off his pants and boxers. He watches you intently, his head cocked to the side in interest.

“Yes, there’s more.” Your eyes rake over his features, all the way down to his semi-hard cock. “If that’s what you want?” He nods, enthusiastic but still tired from his multiple orgasms. You continue undressing him, “need words Ani.” You press lightly.

He clears his throat, a little embarrassed at his apparent eagerness. “Yes, sorry yes definitely.” He nods, slower this time. Helping you pull his shirt over his head, laying him onto his back. He shivers making contact with the desk, “what now?” He mumbles, looking up at you.

You turn away, lifting your hair up. “Mind unbuttoning me sweetheart?” His eyes widen, sitting up immediately.

“Of course,” he mutters. Gently unbuttoning each one, till your dress started sliding down your shoulders. He gently pushed your sleeves down, watching your dress pool by your feet. Leaving you in your undergarments. You catch his eyes raking over your form as you turn back to face him. Reaching out to cup his cheek, slowly pushing him back down onto his back. You watch his wide eyes take in your form as you reach back, unclasping your bra. Letting it slide down your shoulders, and to the floor. With a soft ‘thud,’ Anakin’s cheeks flushing a brighter pink at the sight of your bare breasts. His licks his lips absentmindedly, coating them in a light layer of his saliva. Glistening from the lights in your office, his arms tremble. With the overwhelming urge to touch you. “C- can I?” He pants.

You raise a brow, tauntingly. “Can you what?” You question, hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. Slowly dragging them down, watching his gaze follow your motion.

He swallows down the lump in his throat, “can I… touch you?” He all but whispers, his gaze flickering between your exposed mound and your breasts. You hum in response, keeping him on the edge of his seat. Before nodding, to which he instantly sits up. His erect cock hitting the soft skin of his lower stomach, making his breath hitch. His big hands slowly reach out, meeting your eyes. As he cups your breasts, looking back down at them. He softly kneads the flesh, watching it pool between his fingers. Making you let out a soft moan, and he trembles from the sound. His sore cock throbbing.

He gulps slowly, as your panties pool by your feet. He can’t help but cast his gaze further down, finally meeting your pussy. A small whine escapes his parted lips, making you chuckle softly.

“Having second thoughts?” You speak up, breaking the silence. He immediately shakes his head.

“No, no, no.” He huffs out, looking up at you. Eyes wide and full of wonder, “please?” He pleads, his voice soft. Just above a whisper, you nod.

“Okay darling,” slowly pushing him back onto his back. He whimpers softly as his back meets the surface of the desk, parting his legs wider. You smile softly at his reaction, running your hands up his thighs. Squeezing the soft flesh, making him moan.

You climb onto the desk, hovering over him. Before sitting yourself on his lap, straddling him. Just below his aching member. He whimpers, clutching onto your hips. “More please,” he whines. Making a subtle smirk tug at your lips, you raise yourself. His hands following your hips, as one of your own grasp his cock tightly. “Uhh,” he gasps. His hips bucking instinctively. You slowly glide the tip along your fold, his precum smearing along the skin. “Ahh… mmm… mommy.” He whimpers at the stimulation, his eyes squeezing shut.

“You’re doing so well for me baby,” you speak up. Guiding the tip to your slick entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto his length. Making him gasp, as you feel his thick cock part your walls.

“Oh, hnnng.” His fingers dig into your hips, bucking a little. His eyes still squeezed shut as he pants, whimpering as you bottom out. Moaning softly, you tip your head back. Starting to rock your hips slowly, “oh fuck.” He whimpers, “feels so good mommy.” You start picking up speed, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room. You place your hands on his chest for support. Bouncing on his cock faster, feeling it throb inside of you. Too caught up in your pleasure to realise he was grabbing at your breasts. “Mmm… mommy m’ gonna cum!”

You ignore his whines, continuing your pace. Before you know it his hot seed pumps into your pussy. Coating your walls white with his cum. You keep going and he starts squeezing your boobs, clinging on. “Mommy! S’ too much,” he whines. His body trembling, from his release.

“Stop whining,” you reply. Riding him harder, he whimpers. Kicking his legs, feeling your walls tighten around his length. Tipping you head back as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls clamping around Anakin’s length, making his cum again with a cry. You slow down, catching your breath from your climax.

Anakin pants, trying to recover from his climax. Eyes transfixed on your genitals, watching his cock soften inside you slowly. His hands gripping your breasts, running his thumbs along your nipples. He slowly sits up, looking up at you. “Wow…” he whispers breathlessly. He looks down at your nipples, “can I?” He asks softly, a little drool escaping the corner of his mouth. You nod, and he immediately latches his mouth onto your nipple. Encasing his soft lips around it, sucking softly. As he kneads the flesh of your breasts, squeezing and tugging.

You look down at him, running your fingers through his hair. “Well… we better get you cleaned up, little Jedi.” You whisper.

(dividers by starovis + chilumitos)

[darkastarte]

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Thank you @myherometalhead for this perfect masterlist edit! 🥹🖤

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[madthetruemad]

gojo as anakin skywalker a.k.a jjk star wars au-?!

idk, this thought has been infesting my brain lately, so I jotted down a small blurb. This is what I get for rewatching the clone wars, loving anakin and gojo at the same time, and wanting to mash my two favorite shows together into some sort of space wizard sandwich

jedi!gojo x senator!fem!reader

jjk x star wars au

“Flirting gets you nowhere, Gojo.”

“You don’t know that! Senator L/n will probably finally look at me!”

Senator L/n will, in fact, not look at him.

Geto merely sighed, his eyes closed, and his head shaking slowly from side to side at the idiocy of his friend. And to think Gojo somehow managed to become a Jedi Knight was beyond him, but here they were.

“Listen, all I am saying is that I am going to invite the Senator out to a nice dinner, we talk, connect, and see how our relationship goes from there.”

Geto rolled his eyes at his friend, “you and I both know that relationships are forbidden and looked down upon. One second you’ll be happily dating Senator L/n, and the next you’re becoming a sith lord because someone killed her.”

It was now Gojo’s turn to roll his eyes, “you worry way too much, Geto. Just relax. No one is turning to the darkside, and no one is becoming a sith lord.”

As the two stopped traversing the halls, another door slid open and you walked out with your droid following dutifully behind you. You hadn’t noticed the two Jedi at the end of hall as you had already turned your back and walked in the other direction.

“Speaking of which,” Gojo said with his usual cheshire like grin, turning away from Geto he started walking again and raised his hand up to start waving at you, “Senator L/n! Fancy running into you in this star system!”

Geto could see how your shoulders immediately sunk and watched your body let our a sigh you have definitely been holding. Geto found himself praying for your sanity due to Gojo’s persistence.

[seneon]

★ 𓂃 KISS ME UNTIL MY LIPS FALL OFF.

some thoughts my mind wondered off to when i think about touya on a daily. contains fluff, tiny suggestiveness, and a lot of yapping¡ part two 🕷️ some hcs already has a fully written oneshot so you can indulge furthermore¡!

ONE .𖥔 ݁ touya definitely sits at the edge of a high-rise building, looking down and pondering upon the city as the cool air hits and plays with his hair. based on that one scene where he jumped down to burn toga's old house, if you're on the building with touya, at some point he definitely pushed you off the building. ok listen that sounds out of pocket and straight up mean but listen kay? he'll slither his arms around your waist and pull you close to him, then he'll just grab you and push you while he too, jumps off the building. it's definitely a guilty pleasure for touya to gamble his life along with the life of another person in his hands. for some reason, it's pretty romantic too... the way he'd hold you so close to him as you both fall. touya always lands perfectly with his blue flames, creating a cool effect and overall a thrilling experience for you ( you definitely did not almost shit your pants or cry your eyes out yeah ) ★ come around

TWO .𖥔 ݁ joker x harley trope. this guy might just probably love joker a ton, probably even a hugeee fan since joker's first debut in dc. he a lil crazy, js like joker for realz. and y'k what's perfect for a joker lover? a harley quinn girly. a bright, insanely cool and probably secretly obsessive possessive and just a tad bit insane girl ( that's not me tho 💔 ) ugh just imagine saying you'd die for him then you jumped into literal freaking acid and somehow still living and breathing when you don't melt off and he gets sick n tired of your shit and jumps in the acid pool to rescue and harshly kiss you after allat acid burning shi. miraculously you both survived and are reborn as whoever you guys are... living as the now psychotically villainous couple. ★ let the world burn

THREE .𖥔 ݁ touya gets the line "that boy is a real pussy pleaser" and you get "that girl is a real crowd pleaser" and it definitely matches the two of you. likeee do i even have to say anymore? oh i do? kay. you're pretty and nice and everything, often being a pleaser of the crowd and loving the attention people give you when you're in public. while touya is always behind you, following you around and scaring people with his intense sneer alone like a guard dog. in secret when you're both alone, he pleases you instead, telling you over and over again that he doesn't like it when you wear that one mini skirt in public which is only for his eyes to see. he's jealous and a bit angry, but he won't really hurt you. just a few fueling in his touch from his flames n that's all.

FOUR .𖥔 ݁ he's the one who ties and zips every single of your dresses. yeah... whether it be a corset or just a simple zip up top or something needed to do with ribbon that you can't reach. all you have to do is just walk up to him and turn your back to him. he'll immediately settle it for you, pulling you close by holding your waist then gently tying or zipping it up for you. of course, he often resists the fact that he could've just not done all of that and burn your bare back with his piercing turquoise eyes. touya makes sure to slide his fingers down your spine everytime after he's done tying your dress or zipping it up, just to give you some chills and tease you. ★ silky ribbons

FIVE .𖥔 ݁ this guy doesn't really talk or show that much love cuz he's edgy and probably wanna come off as mysterious and uncaring. but when he needs some comfort and affection, he just... puts you on his lap and hugs your entire form like you're his little teddy. touya will not utter a single word but will instead hold you tighter around the waist and lean his entire form on you. you can obviously tell a difference by his breathing when he first set you on his lap and after a few minutes in of embracing you. he'd calm down so fast with doing this. touya probably wants you to talk a lot too, just to hear your voice and perchance.. rest his eyes on your shoulders as you quietly yap about your day.

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[phoward89]

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Based on this ask

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is his own warning in and of itself. Cussing, obsession, p in v, exhibition, car sex, media scandal, Dark!Coriolanus, Young Politician!Coriolanus, Secretary!Reader

Chapter 2:

One minute your boss (and new boyfriend?) Coriolanus is helping you into the back of his car and the next he's sitting next to you, slamming the door shut before leaning over you and capturing your lips in a hungry kiss while cupping your cheeks firmly, but gently- if that's even possible.

“Where to, Senator Snow?” The driver, Bentley, asked after getting into the driver's seat. If he would've checked his rearview mirror then he would've known the obvious answer to his question.

Coriolanus groaned, the sound rumbling deeply in the back of his throat, as he pried his lips away from yours. Shooting his driver a nasty look, he barked, “To my penthouse.”

“Yes, Sir.” Bentley nodded before pulling away from the curb.

Coriolanus’ lips found yours again in a messy kiss full of fervor and passion. His lips literally engulfed yours as he kissed you, so eager to taste the hint of wine and the cheesecake you had eaten for dessert on your lips. You taste intoxicating to him, like a sweet he just can't get enough of. Maybe it's from the mix of your wine and desert or maybe it's just you.

Who knows.

But you do know that the whiskey sour Coriolanus drank is bitter and tangy on his tongue as he deeply kisses you, exploring every inch of your mouth like a curious lover. It's a tangy bitterness that sends your senses on overdrive; perhaps even overloading them.

You pull away for air, if your lungs weren't feeling as if they're about to burst then you would've never broken the kiss, and can't help, but think that Coriolanus is very handsome with his icy blue eyes blown wide and black with lust as his chest heaves up and down. His lips are as kiss-bruised as yours, but they seem so lush and enchanting.

Coriolanus’ lips ghost over yours as he takes your hand in his, bringing it to the large bulge in his pants. “I need you, baby.” He huskily whispers against your lips.

Looking between the front seat and your date, you tentatively protest. “But we're in the car; the driver's in the front.”

“I don't care. I need to fuck you.” The platinum blonde growls.

“Cor-” You begin, trying to talk him into waiting until you arrive at his apartment, only to be interrupted by his deep baritone asking, “You're soaking wet, darling. Don't you need my cock?”, as his hand slithered underneath your dress; fingers sliding against the wet patch of your underwear.

“But we're not alone, Coryo.” You tell him in a soft tremble.

“Bentley knows better than to look into that mirror while we're back here. Don't worry, baby, he'll never know we're fucking.” Coriolanus assured you, his lips turned up in a soothing smile.

That's a lie. The driver will know. He's also going to be scared to death for his life. But at least you were told one truth. Bentley won't be looking into the rearview mirror.

You worry your lip, looking between the large tent in Coryo's trousers, which your dainty hand's on, and his intense cerulean eyes that're shining with lust. Any protest you had died on your tongue when you saw the intense look in your boss's alluring eyes. And before you could even comprehend what you're doing, you're unbuckling Coryo's belt while pressing a kiss to his lips.

The intense platinum blonde man lifts his hips while mumbling against your mouth, “Pull my pants and boxer briefs down ‘round my ankles, babygirl.”

You nod, only to do as you're told. Your eyes widen slightly and your mouth waters as Coriolanus' large cock slaps against his stomach and stands to attention. It's at least 8 inches long and is very thick. The tip is an angry red; leaking precum while veins run alongside it. You noticed that his balls are big too.

Guess what they say about tall men with big hands, feet, and noses having big dicks is true after all.

Quickly, Coryo sheds his jacket, loosens his tie and pulls the thing off over his head before his hands quickly push the thin spaghetti straps down your shoulders. With one swift motion he's pulling your bodice down, freeing your tits since you weren't wearing a bra. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.” He groans before circling his tongue around one of your nipples and groping your other boob with one of his large hands.

You pull your arms out of the fallen straps of your dress and wrap them around Coryo's neck while he uses his free hand to quickly hike the skirt of your dress up around your hips, showing off your lacy red thong. He lets go of your nipple with a wet pop, only to take his hand off of your boob.

Quickly, he places his large hands on your hips and helps your straddle his lap. Pushing your underwear to the side, exposing your pussy, he tells you, “I don't have time to prep you, but I think you're wet enough to take me. Yea?”

“Yea.” You nod. “I can take you.” You assure him, leaning your forehead against him as you line the tip of his cock up with her tight hole.

You both let out groans and moans as you slowly begin to sink down onto his large cock. He groans since the feeling of your tight cunt is a wet, velvety heaven; you moan cause his girth is stretching you out wider then you've ever been before- it slightly burns too.

But you keep lowering yourself down onto Coriolanus while he helps to steadily guide you with the hands that are holding onto your hips. With every inch of him that you take and feel, you think you're going to see stars and pass out. Coryo's gritting his teeth in order to hold back his urge to just buck up into you; fill you up. He wants you to take him at your own pace since he's a very well endowed man and doesn't want to hurt you. But that doesn't mean it's easy to have you slowly impaling yourself on his throbbing cock.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, but was only a minute or so, your pelvis nestles against his and you're filled to the hilt with his dick.

Your breaths are shallow and tight, from the pleasure of feeling fuller than you've ever felt in your entire life. You begin to move up and down, up and down in a repetitive motion. Coryo uses his hands to help guide your speed. At first he let you go at a steady pace, but then he started to thrust you up and down on his cock. It's as if you're a ragdoll.

You claw at his shirt, tearing it open and causing his buttons to pop off and fly all over the back seat. Coryo's slamming you up and down on his dick mercilessly. Your whining and moaning, clawing at the skin of his chest and neck as an anchor since the feelings erupting inside of you is so intense.

Suddenly Coryo's lips suck bruises on your neck, collar bone, the valley between your breasts, and on your boobs. When your cunt starts to clench around his cock, he begins to buck his hips, meeting your bounces with hard upwards thrusts. It makes you feel euphoric. This man's like a sex god.

“Fuck…baby…your tight cunt feels so good.” Coryo groans over the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin and the wet squelching of your pussy.

“I'm so close, Coryo. Your cock’s hitting my g-spot just right.” You mewl, grabbing Coryo' hair in one of your hands and the seat's headrest in the other as you slam your body up and down as hard and fast as you possibly can.

“Cum right now, baby. Cum right now.” He orders you in a low, husky tone as he watches your tits bounce in his face with every movement you make.

Between Coryo's cock hitting your cervix and his deep commanding words, you're cumming with his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.

The platinum blonde man doesn't give you a chance to come down from your pleasurable high. No, he just bucks up into you at a fast, punishable pace while chasing his own orgasm. You're both so caught up in the moment that you don't notice the wave weaving slightly. And you both don't notice the car come to a stop as Coryo cums with a string of curses mixed in with your name tumbling out of his mouth in loud, deep, throaty groans.

You shudder and cling to his broad shoulders as you feel rops of his white hot cum paint the walls of your womb. “Fuck…” Coryo pants huskily in your ear. “You're gonna look so beautiful full and round with my baby.”

What the? Babies? Oh shit! Did you take your pill today? You take it every night at 7 and…

“I accidentally missed my birth control pill tonight.” You whisper into his collarbone, feeling a bit flustered.

“That's fine, my darling rose. We'll just have a baby to strengthen our bond.” Coryo assures you, tracing soothing patterns up and down your bare back.

And before you could say a word, the back door is pulled open by the doorman of Coryo's Corso apartment. There's a series of bright flashes quickly followed by paps and reporters asking Senator Snow a bunch of questions about the scandalous position the two of you are in.

Coryo holds you flush to his chest and reaches out for the door handle. He quickly slams the car door shut so hard that the loud bag startles you and you jump slightly in his hold. “Bentley, drive around to the back where the side door to the basement is.”

“Yes, Sir.”, The driver nodded, keeping his eyes ahead on the road, before doing as he was told.

“I'm sorry that happened to you, baby. It's the last thing I expected to happen, darling.” Coryo told you, his baritone full of remorse, as he helped right the top of your dress to cover you.

“It's not your fault, Coryo.” You assure him with a peck on his lips. “Somebody must've seen us at the restaurant and called the paparazzi to tip them off.” You tell your boss turned sudden lover while climbing off of his lap and sitting down on the seat next to him.

“I don't know why anyone would do that for.” Coriolanus huffed, pulling up his boxer briefs and pants while you fixed your underwear and pulled your skirt down.

“You're known to be notoriously single; some people even assume that you're celibate like a monk from the Pre-Panem days.” You explained to him while he draped his jacket over your shoulders.

“Oh fucking hell…” The platinum blonde, whose curls were disheveled and soaked with sweat, groaned while stuffing his tie into the pocket of his jacket- the jacket that you're wearing like an oversized shawl.

Coriolanus rushed you out of the backseat of his car and thru the side door of his building. The door led to a stairwell that had stairs going down into the basement and stairs going up to the various floors. The staircase was known as a staffing entrance- for the use of maintenance workers, Avoxes, maids, and cooks. Neither one of you said a word as Coryo guided you up 12 flights of stairs.

Once you reached the 12th floor, he lead you over to the ornate mahogany door that was the barrier between the hall and his Penthouse. Pausing at the door, he turns to you and says, “I live with my Grandma'am, but her health’s been declining. Her hearing’s gone bad too, so she won't hear us. Plus, her room’s on the other side of the apartment.”

“You live with your grandma and take care of her?” You asked, genuinely melted and shocked by what you just heard.

“Yea…” The tall, regal, platinum blonde nodded- his voice a heavy veil lingering in the air.

You smile softly before telling him, “You're more than what meets the eye, Senator Snow. You're not the cold, bitter man everyone says you are.”

“Yes, well, whoever I'm cold to deserves it. But you, my darling, deserve all of my softness and care.” Coriolanus bluntly tells you, pulling the keys out of his pocket and opening up the door. “And my Grandma’am certainly doesn't deserve cold and bitterness from me. In fact, the senile old woman's the reason why I'm a politician.”

“She is?” You ask, walking into the penthouse with the handsome senator right behind you.

“Yes.” Coryo nods, leading you thru the foyer. “She believes that I’ll become the next President of Panem; always pushed me to pursue politics.”

“If those pictures that the paparazzi and reporters took of us tonight gets out in the media then I'm afraid the scandal might ruin your Presidential dreams.” You tell Coriolanus while letting him lead you pass the kitchen and into the main room of the penthouse.

“Don’t worry, my darling. My political career won't be damaged, but we'll have to do a lot of damage control.” The platinum blonde told you while guiding you down the hallway towards his bedroom.

“And exactly how do you plan on doing that? I'm your secretary; it looks bad for both of us if-” You began to point out the seriousness of your situation, only for Coriolanus to cut you off abruptly with, “We’ll just have speak about our relationship to make it seem as if we've been together for a while and didn't just hook up so suddenly.” Opening his bedroom door and pushing you inside, he adds, “We’ll also have to refer to you as my assistant or political analyst instead of my personal secretary- just for aesthetic reasons.”

“That’s lying, Coryo.” You sigh as he enters the room and closes the door behind him.

“It's not lying, baby. It's just spinning the truth to suit a certain narrative so my career isn't blown out of the water.” The charming wordsmith told you, closing the distance between you and cupping your face in his large, calloused hands.

The paparazzi and reporters that bombarded you and Coryo sold their photographs and stories to every media outlet in the country of Panem. The story hit the papers, social media, etc the morning after the incident. You were mortified, but Coriolanus was quick to make phone calls and threaten lawsuits for slander and breach of privacy against him and his longtime girlfriend.

The newspaper was kept far far away from Grandma’am Snow. And since the old woman’s hearing was failing her along with her memory fading, she only watched CapitalTV Soaps on a 24hr Soap channel that Coriolanus specially subscribed to just for his Grandma’am. Such a lovely grandson, isn't he? Well, when he's not scheming he's lovely.

Your family wasn't so lucky when it came to avoiding the scandalous stories in the newspapers and in the media. And they all had different options about the scandalous images and stories on you and Senator Coriolanus Snow.

The first member of your family to give you a call was your mother.

“Y/N, I can't believe you'd be stupid enough to fuck your heartless, evil, boss in the back of his car after hours! And why the hell were you even out with that demon of a man for?!” Your mother shouted at you, her face puckered and sour on the phone's video screen, as you sat at Coriolanus’ desk in his bedroom.

You had borrowed an old outfit that once belonged to his cousin, the popular stylist Tigris, that was left behind in a closet whenever she moved out a couple of years back. Your mother made sure to point out your dress change too. “At least you're wearing a decent dress this morning despite the fact that you're not in your apartment.”

“Mother, stop it.” You hiss at your mother. Honestly, you're feeling a bit overwhelmed by her shaming you. “You're overreacting about something that should've never been shared with the media.” You tell her in hopes that she'll calm down and stop judging you about being in Coryo's penthouse.

“No, Y/N, you should've never been in the backseat of Senator Snow’s car acting like the stereotypical secretary that lets herself become the mistress of her employer because of some lies that sound too good to be true.”

You respond with the sugar coated version of the truth Coriolanus came up with last night in case of a media scandal. “Coryo's my boyfriend, mother. I'm not his mistress and I'm more of his assistant in politics than his secretary.”

Your mother let out a shrill cackle. “Oh, so is that the cover story he came up with for you two? How sweet, he has to twist and turn everything to make himself come out smelling like a rose- just like his father would've done.”

“Despite the paparazzi selling pictures of Coryo and I in a compromising position in the back of his car, can't you just be happy that I'm with an amazing man?”

“If you think that Senator Coriolanus Snow's an amazing man then you need your head checked.” Your mother blatantly insulted you before giving you an excuse about having to get ready for a morning tea party and hanging up on you.

The second family member to call you is your father, Colonel Javani Halvir. And, unlike your mother, he was very supportive and excited about your relationship.

“Why didn't you tell me you're seeing Crassus’ boy?” You father asked, leaning back on his overstuffed office chair, a sly grin on his face via the camera phone’s screen. “Aren't you proud to be on the arm of a rising political star; the most creative man when it comes to designing and implementing the games?”

Of course, your father's happy for you and supports your relationship with Coryo. He was friends with General Snow- served with him during the war. You think that your father and General Crassus Snow would've remained friends if the latter didn't die during the war.

“Yes, I'm proud to be on Coryo's arm.” You nod, a smile turning the corner of your lips upwards.

“Then why didn't you tell me about him?” Your father asked. Smirking, he half joked, “Afraid I'd scare him off; have him running for the Rockies?”

“No.” You shook your head.

You knew that you had to give your father a believable answer. A lot of high profile couples keep their relationship secret to just enjoy their alone time without being hounded by the media, right? That should be a good enough answer, right? After this call, you'll need to tell Coriolanus the reason why you never came out in public as exclusive so you'll both be on the right page.

Oh, won't Coryo be so proud of you- sprouting little white lies to keep both of your asses squeaky clean.

“We were just enjoying our time together as a couple, but we did debut ourselves as official publicly last night at a dinner meeting we had with one of Coryo's political sponsors.” You told your father, secretly praying that he’d buy your harmless lie.

“Coryo? Oh, it must be serious for Coriolanus to be letting you call him that.” Your father smirked knowingly. “I'm glad that you've found somebody so successful and worthy of you.”

“Mother's not happy about it tho.”

“You let me handle your mother, Sweetpea.” Your father told you before insisting that you and Coriolanus some over for Sunday dinner.

Yea…

The call with your father went well.

Since the paparazzi was hounding you non-stop about Coriolanus and we're camped out at your apartment building, Coryo moved you into his penthouse. He also hired some peacekeepers to serve as bodyguards.

And all of those happened within a couple of days of that scandalous story about you and Senator Snow screwing in the back of his car hit the media.

You know what else hit happened a couple of days after the media went wild? Your older brother, Rein, called you up from the base he’s assigned to as an officer.

And he wasn't happy.

At all.

You just sat down at your desk at work. Coryo had given you a few pecks that risked turning into a heated kiss, before retreating to his office to do paperwork and make some calls (he was determined to destroy all of the reporters that ran the scandalous story about you two) whenever the video phone on your desk began to ring.

Picking up the phone, you answered the call with a simple, “Senator Snow’s office, Miss Y/N speaking.”, as the video screen cracked. When your brother's face came onto the screen you knew you'd be getting a lecture from him about those damning pictures that got leaked in the media.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” Your brother told you, his voice shaking with anger.

“About what, Rein?” You ask, trying to play the doe-eyed babe in the woods even tho you know what he's calling about.

You and Coryo.

“Why're their pictures of you plastered in newspapers and gossip rags of you half naked with your boss in the backseat of his car?” Your brother asked, his eyes narrowed in disgust.

You don't beat around the bush. You give your brother the answer he's looking for, but doesn't want to hear. “We're seeing each other.”

“Oh, father must love that. You're seeing Senator Coriolanus Snow, the most successful sack of shit in Capitol City, Panem.”

“Yes,” You nod. “Father's happy about my relationship with Coryo; invited us over for Sunday dinner too.”

“Of course…” Your brother rolled his eyes at you thru the phone's video screen. “So, is your snake of a Senator going to be wiggling his way into our family to get a leg up on his presidential aspirations?” Rein asked, his voice tight and sour. Giving you a dirty look, he explained, “Coriolanus was a real pompous know it all back in the Academy. Dean Highbottom hated him, always tried to expose him for the sniveling snake he was.”

“Jealousy isn't a good look on you right now, Rein.”

“Me, jealous of Coriolanus Snow?” Your brother shook his head, chuckling. “Don't make me laugh.”

“Well, you sound jealous right now even if you're denying it.”

“I'm not jealous, Y/N. I'm pissed off that you're fucking the guy who has no soul.” Your brother snapped. But once the dam broke, there was no stopping it. “He made my life a living hell at the Academy back in the day. He was always the best and the brightest, but always cheated and bent rules to get there.” Shaking his head, your brother snarled, “And now that pompous shit’s corrupting my little sister. Snow’s reputation won't take a hit, but yours will. Hell, Y/N, you're already known as the hot piece of ass riding Gent in his car.”

“Gent?” You asked, confused about the name. Was that a nickname for Coryo you're not aware of?

“It's what everyone here on PK Base-D12 calls your lover.” Rein told you, only to let out a huff. “He got the nickname Gent when he did his short lived Peacekeeper stunt cause of his impeccable table manners, or at least that's what I've been told.”

Shaking his head, your brother told you, “Senator Snow’s not a good man, sister. He'll use you up until you're withered and dried up; then he'll dispose of you and find himself somebody more useful.”

“How can you say that to me? You're my older brother; you're supposed to be-” You started to tell your brother, lower lip quivering, before being cut off by your brother hanging up on you.

You sit at your desk, staring at the black video as the conversation you just had with your older brother runs thru your head like a marathon sprinter. You let out a deep sign and put the phone's receiver back into the cradle. You knew that Rein would be disappointed, but you weren't expecting him to be down right angry about your slight media scandal.

And you weren't expecting your brother to be so jealous and hostile about Coryo and his successful life choices.

You don't want to bother Coryo with everything that went down with you and your brother, so you decide to just keep it a secret for now. Your boyfriend doesn't need to know that your older brother hates him and disapproves of the relationship.

But in another month or so your brother's disapproval over Coryo and your relationship will rear its ugly head.

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[otherkinnews]

New York bill proposes criminalizing costumes and masks in public

[This article was originally posted on the main blog for Otherkin News, on DreamWidth: https://otherkinnews.dreamwidth.org/95526.html Orion Scribner @frameacloud wrote it on January 8, 2025.]

During the previous two years, Republicans in the US have penned "anti-furry bills." These come from Republicans rumoring that schools also provide litter boxes for students who believe they are animals. The rumor has been debunked by the fact-checking sites Snopes and Reuters. Anti-furry bills oppose what the legislators variously and inaccurately describe as people who are furry, anthropomorphic, transspecies, identifying as animals, or having the "perception of being any animal species other than human". Sometimes the text of the bill itself uses those words, and sometimes the legislators only spell that out in interviews. The bills are based on the satirical urban legend about litter boxes, not on the behavior of any real people. The purpose is to satirize transgender students' requests to use the correct restrooms in schools. Republicans care about this as part of a vendetta against public schools and LGBT people.

The bills began in 2023 with North Dakota House Bill 1522, Oklahoma Senate Bill 943, Indiana Statehouse Bill 380, and a proposed amendment to Montana Senate Bill 544. 2024 had Oklahoma House Bill 3084, Mississippi House Bill 176, and Missouri House Bill 2678. No anti-furry bills have yet passed into law as such. Fellow volunteers and I have been reporting on these in the Otherkin News blog all along, which you can read in the tag for that purpose. I expect to see Republicans propose some more anti-furry bills this year, too. Here is the first relevant bill for 2025 that I've found, though it is not specifically what I would categorize as an anti-furry bill.

New York Senate Bill 723 would make it be a class B misdemeanor to wear a mask and/or costume in public places. It describes these as "deceptive wearing of a mask" and "disguised by unusual or unnatural attire." It would be a crime even for people who are doing harmless activities, such as "loiter[ing], remain[ing] or congregat[ing] in a public place with other persons so masked or disguised while engaged in a protest, rally or other public assembly." The explicit purpose is to make it more difficult for peaceful protestors to maintain any anonymity.

Today, one common tactic of protestors is "Black Bloc," in which all the protestors cover themselves in sunglasses and black clothing from head to foot. They hide their body shape as well as hair and faces as much as possible. Because Bloc makes the whole group look uniformly similar and anonymous, it makes it more difficult for police to identify an individual for later legal punishment or single someone out for immediate brutality. Covering one's skin and eyes as part of Black Bloc also gives some protection from pepper spray. If Black Bloc is banned, protestors will be more vulnerable to injury and police violence. If common attire of protestors is criminalized, then the bill could be used to some degree to limit or effectively ban peaceful protest, which is a First Amendment right. For centuries, disguises have played a role in how protestors protect their anonymity, show who they're together with, or invoke cultural symbols and beliefs (Leslie Feinberg, Transgender Warriors, pp. 75-80). In American history alone, disguises were a part of the famous protest that led to the US becoming an independent nation in the first place: the Boston Tea Party in 1773.

If your city in the state of New York requires permission from the police or other authorities for entertainment events, then Senate Bill 723 would require you to specifically get permission for people to wear disguises to the event, because it makes an exception for those. The bill also makes an exception for attire worn for religious reasons.

This bill could have an impact on other sorts of gatherings. It leaves itself open for various sorts of people to be considered to be wearing "unusual or unnatural attire." It doesn't specifically mention people who wear costumes and masks as part of hobbies such as fursuiting, cosplay, and quadrobics, but it could have an impact on them. There are other bills that oppose transgender people in much more explicit ways, but couldn't this one also be stretched to be used against people whose outfits don't conform with their assigned gender?

The bill was prefiled on January 8 by Republican Senators Steven Rhoads, George Borrello, Patricia Canzoneri-Fitzpatrick, Jack Martins, Mario Mattera, Dean Murray, Peter Oberacker, William Weber, and Alexis Weik. Here is the bill on the New York Senate government website: https://www.nysenate.gov/legislation/bills/2025/S723

If you care about costuming hobbies as well as the First Amendment right to peaceful protest, what can you do about this bill? My partners Page Shepard, House of Chimeras, and I have presented a convention panel about that. In the recording of our panel, skip to the timestamp 23:44 to hear what ordinary people can do about bad bills. In the written script of our lecture, see Slides 21 through 25.

[princessbrunette]

outerbanks x star wars au ୨୧

in a galaxy far far away…

decided to combine my interests, creating a universe where our favourite characters from the humble outerbanks are transported through the galaxy to bring balance to the force.

first up, we have john b and jj — jedi duo. sort of like obi wan and anakin in nature without the power dynamic, john b playing more by the rules, always taking a more calm approach to situations, fighting defensive because he wants to keep the peace, and then there’s jj who is his polar opposite — always running head first into danger or racing his ship across the sky despite his own life being at risk. despite these differences, the pair somehow work as a duo undeterred by their disagreements and bickering— balancing eachother out and always learning from the other.

pope is one of the troops who fight alongside the jedi. infact, he is jj’s first in command. the idea of clones is eradicated for this sake, and pope is the best of the best, leading his fighters strategically and with peace in his best interests.

kiara has lead an interesting life. she grew up alongside sarah cameron in coruscant with a powerful family, but soon they discovered their differences — being that kiara was born with jedi abilities. she joined the jedi academy alongside john b and jj, where they became lifelong friends and she quickly bonded with pope too. however, after learning the corrupt ways of the council kiara left the jedi temple, now operating in the lower rim, ensuring civilians safety in secret. however, when john b and jj need her — she’ll always appear from the woodwork to save her oldest friends.

ward cameron — chancellor by day and working with the sith by night. he’s charismatic and keeps up the appearance of having the galaxies best interests at heart, however is secretly power hungry and believes it should be him ruling the galaxy under his thumb. he uses his eldest son as a puppet, manipulating him to aid him in his tyranny.

rafe cameron was born with jedi abilities — however doesn’t quite know how to harness them correctly as he was never taught and trained by a jedi master. instead, his father uses his sons power for evil instead of good — sending him to kidnap, harm, and collect bounties across the galaxy, doing all of his dirty work. this is all covered up of course, by rafe being the poster boy for the city working his way up the ranks in the political sphere on coruscant along side his father.

sarah cameron, daughter of ward and sister to rafe — grew up in the riches of coruscant. of course she uncovered the evil ways of her father and her older brother early on in her life, and once she was old enough — set out to leave that life behind for good. only to find, sarah winds up studying politics and ends up on the council fighting for the opposite beliefs to her brother and ward cameron. endless attempts to end her career, kidnap her and take her down from her own family are narrowly put to a stop from her jedi friends.

and then there’s you — reader, princess of naboo and the galaxies it girl— consistently dealing with the threat of bounties, being kidnapped sold to hutts, and on top of that the imminent danger of war being brought to your land. the opportunities for your character are endless. will you be approached by rafe cameron, wanting to marry you as a business / political proposition and not willing to take no for an answer? perhaps jedi knight jj will be hired as your bodyguard during this tricky period, or maybe you’ll be stolen and sold to hutts, only to be saved by john b and pope!

[spearsillustration]

I'm working on the second part of my Senator Shockwave Fic currently. I wanna make sure it's perfect so it'll be a few days before I post again.

Ahhhhhhhhhh I love him. Why is he so tragic? Why must he cause me pain? 😭

I'm painting close to writing a tragic Orion Pax X Senator Shockwave after I finish this second (Y/N) part.

[scandinavianfairytale]

Filthy

Pairing: Senator Steve Rogers x Assistant Reader

Warnings: This is straight up filth 😅 18+, Rated R 🙈 Smut, including but not limited to: oral, PinV, cheating, power dynamic is askew, age gap...

It was wrong. So wrong. So very wrong. For a number of reasons.

1. He was married.

2. He was significantly older than you. And we're talking about that he could be you father older than you.

3. He was your boss.

You could probably think of other reasons why, but these were the major ones. Yet, it didn't stop you from lusting after the senator. And you tried to distract yourself, mainly with work, but whenever you were alone with him, your knees shook, your core throbbed, and your head felt dizzy.

But you couldn't seduce a married man.

Or maybe you could.

Just not as directly as you would any other men.

In the beginning you were subtle. A button opened there, a skirt too short there. A little moan or gasp sprinkled in between the meetings. A hand lingering too long.

Nothing. There was no reaction from Steve.

So then you resorted to blatant tactics. Before going into his office you changed into the same clothes, just two sizes two small. On a number of occasions you even forgot the bra.

Still nothing. He was driving you insane. After every meeting where you basically offered yourself on a silver plate,.you had to go to the restroom and take the edge off. Your hands felt like cheap alternative to what you were actually after. Even at home, your toys paled in comparison to the fantasies that were playing in your head.

In one last ditch effort, you put on the tightest skirt you had in your wardrobe, a skirt that was more like a second skin than a piece of clothing. Ditching the thong, you entered Senator Rogers office, knees shaking in anticipation of what might happen.

He fucked you that night. Three times. Your head was spinning by the end of the fuck session. You were bent over the table, taken on the floor, on all fours, the couch used for support after your arms gave out and then to properly finish the evening, you got down on your knees and sucked him off.

After that, you were hooked. You were insatiable. How could you not be? The way he looked, sounded, and carried himself was enough to drive a woman insane. Put that together with the best fuck you experienced in your life and you got yourself a proper cock whore.

Steve was preparing his notes for tomorrows speech when a soft knock on the door of his office interrupted his train of thought. Your head poked through the crack and he smiled, motioning you in.

"Why are you still here so late?" Steve asked as he patted the chair next to him, insinuating that you can or should sit.

"Well, there are so many things left to do by tomorrow." You replied as you sat down. Steve picked up his scotch and leaned back in the leather sofa he was sitting in.

"There's always a lot of work to be done. And I know all the necessary things have already been done, so why don't you try again, sweetheart." He smirked.

"I wanted to catch you alone." You bit your bottom lip.

"Oh?" Steve cocked an eyebrow.

"I want to help you. I can see you're stressed and I thought, maybe I could help."

"How do you think you could help me?" You stood up, and you took his hand, guiding it under your skirt. Steve's eyes widened as his hand came into contact with your bare and very wet pussy. Your breathing deepend as his guided hand cupped you, and your tummy tensed in anticipation.

"I think you might be right." Steve smirked as he scanned your face, eyes hodded, lips parted and a little flush in the cheeks.

Beautiful.

"Stand wider. I want to feel you." He commanded, and you obeyed, no questions asked. As soon as your skirt was hiked up, Steve's fingers invaded your slippery hole, making you moan. He started fingering you, and those wet, squelching noises that he loved started coming from you. Plus combining with your pants and moans...music to his ears.

He knew he was bad. Sick, some would even call him. After all, he was MUCH older than you and in a position of power.

But it's not like you were that innocent either. Not when you flaunted your assests just to get a rise out of your boss. You definitely were not innocent when you grabbed his tie, pulling him into a supply closet at the Gala and giving him the best head he's ever had, while his wife was looking for him. And especially not when after just swallowing his cum, you talked to his wife, laighing with her as if you were good friends.

And it's not like he didn’t feel the guilt. His wife was the love of his life. They made a life together. A good life. He still loved her. Steve knew he would always love Peggy. He knows he will never love anyone else, but love and lust are not the same. Missionary sex once a month in the shared bed is not the same as the risky, almost violent, ball busting sex in all positions in all places at all times pf the day or night.

"Senator." You moaned, as you stopped holding back your need and your hips started gyrating against his hand. That. That right there, that was what sealed the deal for him. That was when he realized that while it was a regrettable mistake, he was going to make it again and again. And again.

"Are you gonna cum?" Steve's eyes darkened as he watched your pussy grinding against his hand and knuckles and how your juices oozed out, dripping down his forearms.

"Uh-huh" Your needy voice surprised you. You have never been this needy before.

"Come here." He demanded, his other hand grabbing your hips, steadying them and he blew on your hot pussy, making you throw your head back, screaming in pleasure. Steve smirked before delving next to his fingers, and he started lapping at your juices, savoring the taste like a starved man.

"More. Pleaseee, senator." You begged.

"Call me Steve." He smirked and he stopped everything he was doing, making you keen.

"Steve! Please, don't stop." You uncleanched your eyes, but he could see how much you wanted to roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Better. Now cum, sweetheart, let me taste you, properly."

It took only a few thrusts before you squirted all over his face. He held you in place, saving you from crumpling down on the floor as your knees shook. Steve kissed your pussy, smiling up at you as your breathing started getting back normal.

"Let me take care of you." You whispered as you straddled his hips, opening his trousers and pulling his painfully hard cock out before slowly sinking on him, your overly sensitive pussy, pulsating as it made room for his gritty cock.

"You feel amazing." Steve moaned as he felt your wet walls. You kissed him, pressing your body as close as you could, letting both of you feel the stretch. His hands traveled down to your ass, gripping it tight before he started thrusting up.

"Wait." You stopped him. "You just sit here, I'll do everything."

How could he refuse? How could he say no to you, really?

Sure enough, you got to work, grinding against his pelvis, thrusting your hips up and down, sending shivers and pulses down to your tiptoes. But Steve could not just sit still while you did all the work. He unbuttoned your blouse and pulled down your bra so your breasts spilled out. He realized all your cloths fit you now, as opposed to a few weeks ago.

"Before we started this, did you change your clothes every time before coming to see me?" He asked as he grabbed your jaw, making you look at him.

"Yes." You moaned. "I wanted to give you a preview."

"You certainly don't leave anything to the imagination, you dirty whore." He smirked and slapped your tit. He thought back to that day when this began. You nervously entered his office, bringing him the files he asked for. Just before reaching him, you tripped, and all the papers fell on the floor. He was going to help you, but then he noticed how tight the skirt you were wearing was and how it stuck to your skin, providing a visible outline of your pussy. At that point, he had been trying so hard to resist the temptation, but having this clear of a view of your pussy, he snapped. He bent you over the desk that night.

"Fuck yes." You screamed as his hand went to your clit and pinched it.

"Come on, you said you wanted to take care of me. Do it." Steve taunted. "Try harder."

You started circling your clit, while grinding at his pelvis. He could feel you clenching around him, and he knew you were close. He pinched one of your nipples, rolling it in between his fingers, while his mouth started sucking on the other.

"God, yes. Steve-I-" Your voice broke as you squirted again. You bucked your hips a couple of more times, before you climbed off of him and kneeled in front of his opened legs. His cock was just perfect, a little red, soaking from his precum and your juices and so thick. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of Senator's Rogers dick.

"Fuck." Steve let out as you took him down your throat. You were always eager to give a blowjob. You knew guys usually don't get good head and women in general don't like giving head. But you fucking loved it. There was so much power in this.

You took him whole, until your nose touched his hair base. Staying there, breathing through your nose, you stared at him.

"Fuck." He groaned as he looked at you.

Finally, you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft, the noises both of you were making were egging you on. One of your hands massaged his balls, while the other stroked his perineum, making the man above you shudder and thrust his hips further into your mouth. You smirked with your mouth full of cock. It really was a power move.

"C'mon, stop playing and make me come." Steve groaned in frustration, slapping you face and shoved your head down to the base of his cock, making you choke. You tapped his thigh and he let you go.

"Use my throat." You leaned back on your heels, opening your mouth, inviting him in. Steve stood up and pushed his cock down your throat again. His hands framed your head, and he started thrusting into you.

"God yes." Steve yelled in ecstasy. Your hands went to your pussy. One started playing with your clit while with the other you shoved three fingers in it.

"That's it, play with yourself." He shoved his cock faster and harder into your mouth. Like he was fucking your pussy and it made you so wet. It was the perfect sinful melody that filled the office. As you listened to him pant and groan, you knew he was close. His thrusts became erratic until finally he slammed your head down his cock and kept you there as he emptied his sack. You came at the same time, he shoved you down last time, squirting again.

As he let you go, you opened your mouth, showing him you swallowed every last drop.

Steve zipped up his pants while you sat in your own release, still panting. He brought you tissues to clean yourself up before helping you stand up and giving you a glass of water.

"Do you feel better?" You asked. Steve let out a chuckle.

"I feel much better. I think tomorrow's speech is going to go smoothly." He observed you. "Let me take you home. You shouldn't be driving this exhausted."

You nodded before taking his hand and letting him take you to his car. Steve let the driver know where to go, and he closed the door, waving you off, before returning back to his office and cleaning the mess you created.

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Hi hi hi can I please request shockwave (any ) using a holoform for the first time and he can’t stop kissing his human partner because he loves it so much..?

Holographic

Shockwave x human Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings; none

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Human eyes linger on Shockwave as he works in reattaching his holomatter device, their head Is tilted as they watch him as he tinkers with the gadget. "whatcha you doing?" They finally ask. They knew Shockwave worked on multiple projects but they didn't know what this one was. Shockwave's optic narrows slightly as he continues his work, focused on the project at hand. He doesn't immediately respond to the human's question, his attention fully absorbed by the task as he re attached it to his arm.

"I am working on a holo-matter projection," Shockwave finally replies, his voice monotone. "I am testing its capabilities and potential applications, as so far I've only been successful with maintaining it for less then a standard human hour." The human takes a step closer, their curiosity evident in their expression, as they linger watching him with full interest. "Holo-matter, That sounds fascinating. What exactly does it do?"

Shockwave briefly looks up from his work, his optic meeting their gaze. "Holo-matter projection involves the creation of three-dimensional objects using a combination of light and matter manipulation. It has various potential applications, such as creating realistic simulations, enhancing visual displays, or even constructing physical structures."

Their eyes widen with excitement as they take in Shockwave's explanation. The move even closer watching him reinstall it into his arm. "So, it's like creating solid objects out of thin air, Can you show me?" Shockwave pauses, considering the request. With a few swift movements, Shockwave activates the holo-matter projection device. This particular application of holo-matter is a deeply personal and significant aspect of his work, one that he has rarely shared with anyone.

"Accessing holo-matter technology for personal use is restricted," Shockwave responds, "However, in the interest of scientific observation, I can provide a limited demonstration." With a series of swift movements, Shockwave activates the holo-matter projection device, and a shimmering, translucent figure materialises before them. 

Their eyes widen in awe as they take in the holoform, their hands come up to cup his face. The human avatar looked nothing like they had expected, they were expecting a mad scientist yet shockwave looked rather normal. One of His eyes was a warm ember and the other was sticking ice blue. He looked rather handsome yet nothing like the real shockwave.

"Holoform is a specialised application of holo-matter technology. It allows me to project a visually and audibly convincing representation of myself, enabling interactions with the physical world. Most times it is used for blending in on organic planets, the only flaw in the device is time, they are limited in what they withstand"

Their gaze lingers on the holoform, their fascination evident. "So, it's like a holographic avatar that can interact with the environment?" Shockwave nods, his optic brightening slightly. "Indeed, the holoform possesses limited physicality, allowing for basic interactions. However, it primarily serves as a means for me to navigate and interact with the physical world while maintaining my primary form in a secure location."

Shockwave's ‘eyes’ flickers with surprise as their hands cup his holoform's face. The unexpected touch momentarily breaks through his normally composed demeanour, causing a faint ripple of uncertainty within him. He observes their expression, their eyes filled with genuine shock and curiosity.

"Your holoform... it's not what I expected," the human murmurs, their voice tinged with awe. "You look... different. Handsome." He has never given much thought to his appearance, as aesthetics have always been secondary to his scientific pursuits. The observation of his holoform's attractiveness is a concept that is foreign to him.

"I assure you, my holoform's appearance is designed for functionality rather than aesthetics," Shockwave responds, his voice remaining monotone despite the subtle ripple of uncertainty within him. 

They cup his face this time tracing the outline of the eyebrows, lips and just admiring how different it is. The feeling for Shockwave is strange, delightful. "Well if it means anything I happen to rather like your holoform" they giggle pressing a soft peck to his nose. 

"You... find my holoform appealing?" he repeats, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. The concept of someone finding his appearance appealing is entirely new to him. The touch leaves a faint imprint on his memory banks, triggering fragmented recollections from a time before, fractured memories flicker.

They continue smiling at him. "Anytime Shockwave, you should use this form more often, it's beautiful" they state, fingers continue to dance across his face. The notion of his holoform being beautiful is a foreign concept to him, but the sincerity in the human's voice leaves a lingering impact.

Before Shockwave can fully process their statement, the human's words are followed by a sudden and unexpected action. Shockwave's holoform leans in and presses a kiss upon their lips. As the kiss lingers, Shockwave's processor races, attempting to process the implications of this unexpected and illogical act of his own. 

After a brief, lingering moment, Shockwave slowly pulls away, his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. "I... apologise, that was inappropriate," he says, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic hesitance. "I... was testing a hypothesis."

The human's gaze meets his, their expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "A hypothesis?" Shockwave's optic dims slightly as he gathers his thoughts, attempting to articulate his conflicting emotions. "I have been studying the nature of human emotions and their impact on decision-making. I sought to explore the effects of physical intimacy on the human psyche."

"You're more than welcome to kiss me again Shockwave" they laugh, eyes sparkling as they stand in his arms, they were tempted to tease him but decided against it. Shockwave's optic flickers, his processor turning gears as he thinks over their words and the genuine warmth in their laughter. 

With a subtle shift in his holoform's expression, Shockwave allows himself to lean in once again. His lips meet the human's in a soft yet lingering kiss, a moment of connection that speaks volumes of the emotions he struggles to fully comprehend, it was as if he had been hit with a train of emotions, many that to him were illogical.

As they stand in each other's embrace, the boundaries that once separated them begin to dissolve further. The scientific detachment that once defined Shockwave's existence gives way to a burgeoning desire for a deeper connection,he craves to kiss them more. In that moment, as their lips remain locked and their emotions mingle, Shockwave finds himself willingly forgetting the stance of logic.

They kiss him back eagerly, hand cupping his cheek as their lips move against his. Fingers toying with his hair. As their lips move against his, Shockwave finds himself instinctively responding, his holoform's arm encircling the human's waist. His own hand tentatively reaches up to rest against the back of their neck, his fingers gently tangling in their hair.

The touch and taste of the human consumes his senses, leaving Shockwave with a mixture of exhilaration and uncertainty. replaced by a growing desire to understand and embrace the complexities of these newfound emotions, to give what he could to them so willingly.

They nearly squeal as he pulls them closer, more giggles leave them as Shockwave continues kissing them. "Shockwave hahahah, having fun are you?" His optics flickers with a mix of surprise and amusement at the human's playful response. The sound of their laughter fills the air, leaving a lingering warmth within him. As they inquire about his enjoyment, a rare hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"I... find this experience rather... enjoyable," he admits, his voice carrying a faint trace of amusement. "It is a deviation from my usual scientific pursuits, but I appreciate the connection and the emotions it elicits."

However, his momentary amusement is cut short as the holoform begins to fade away, leaving the human pouting in disappointment. Shockwave's features transition back to their usual stoic expression. "I apologise for the abrupt end," he says, his voice returning to its usual monotone. "The holoform has its limitations, and it cannot be sustained indefinitely."

The human's pout softens, their gaze meeting his with a mix of understanding and lingering affection. " could you lean down so I can give you another kiss?” The ask softly, Shockwave gives in almost instantly, letting them pepper small kisses along his helm. 

As Shockwave stands there he debates finally having the empurata reversed. It had never been something that had a logical reason to be done but now, it was only logical if he intended to have more kisses from them. along with finding a way to lengthen the holoforms time limit since they seemed to enjoy it.

"Shockwave you haven't short circuited on me have you?" They ask while looking up at his optics. A smile lingers on their lips. Shockwave's optic flickers as he processes the human's words, his thoughts momentarily interrupted by their playful inquiry. The smile that lingers on their lips tugs at something deep within him, a mixture of fondness and a newfound desire to explore the uncharted territories of emotion.

"I... apologise for the momentary interruption," he replies, his voice regaining its usual stoic tone. "There are matters that require my attention." As he gazes down at the human, his optic flickers with a mix of determination and a newfound vulnerability. The idea of reversing the empurata, of regaining the physical capacity to experience more intimate moments, becomes increasingly appealing. "However," he continues, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, "I am enjoying this experience and would ask that we continue this arrangement.” They give him one last small kiss before finally pulling away. “I'd be more Than happy with that Shockwave” 

[peterparkersnose]

Sucks to Suck

pairing: Din Djarin x senator!reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: near death experience, sexual references, sexual thots, not smut but sensual i guess?, alcohol consumption and drunk reader, respect of consent, SEXUAL TENSION and description of weaponds and snakes, tiny bit of body dysmorphia, swearing, takes place in between S2 of the Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett

The Mandalorian Airs Tomorrow!

a/n you guys see my padme reference there? huh? enjoy the tension the not angst but angst i loved writing this (it is 1am help i started writing this at 10pm) the sighing gif is literally din giving into his intrusive thoughts this whole story it was too perfect not to use (also i make up star wars planets lmao wut) my favorite mandalorian fic of mine besides secret

summary Din is Senator Y/N’s bodyguard and helps her after an attack

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The Mandalorian your father hired to protect you while you were visiting planet Elaeia was less than ideal.

The same one who also came back to accompany you to a senate meet where there was a threat made against your life.

And the same one that followed you around your whole beach vacation.

Somehow he turned in to an on call babysitter for you. Every time you saw him waiting outside your ship you began to loathe the trip. And soon, he began to show up around your house. Didn’t your father trust you? You were way past the age for need of a babysitter. You were a young adult, you could be the babysitter. And you were a damn senator. But as always, you sucked it up and tried to make the best of the situation.

“Don’t you ever get tired of the suit?” you asked, trudging up the stairs of your luxury apartment you rented for the week.

“Never.” Din lied. He couldn’t count the countless times he had wanted to rip it off and spent a night with you. Chills sent down his spine as he tried to think of something different to ease himself into the long week ahead.

But you were work. Your powerful father was paying him more than any bounty could. He needed the credits more than he needed you, right?

“What do you wear under there anyways?”

He hesitated to answer. “Clothes.”

“Really?” you asked sarcastically.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he muttered, almost barely enough for you to hear.

“Where are you going to crash tonight?” you asked him, placing your bag on the ottoman in front of your bed. “Not tired,” he lied again. The way he wanted to hold you in that comfortable bed was-

He had to stop his thoughts there.

“What time is it?” you asked him. “Around 7.”

“Shit! I’m going to be late.” you panicked. “I’m sorry, I thought we had some time to rest.” you apologized, knowing Din was exhausted from the trip.

The dress that was already hung in the closet for you was what you were going to wear to the banquet tonight. Without even caring, you opened your bag and pulled out the bra you were going to wear for the night. Without hesitation, Din stepped out of the room. Not today.

The dress was a deep blue and was form fitted. It jutted out at the bottom, complimenting your shape. It had long sleeves and a low neckline where your necklace was going to rest that night. You tied your hair up into a large bun with a braid around the base.

“Your train is here…” Din said, stepping in the room carefully. “Thank you. Wait- Mando?”

His heart skipped a beat when you said his nickname. You had known his name for a while, but he still enjoyed it when you called him Mando. Din was stunned at how you looked. I mean, you always looked good. But he could imagine standing next to you at the banquet in a suit, your arm draped over his and a ring on your finger.

The armor didn’t exist in that world.

“Yeah?” he asked. “Can you get this for me?” you asked, handing him the necklace you were going to wear that night. It was gold. Large and resembled tree roots. It was to sit along your chest and clip under your breasts along with behind your neck to stay put.

He handled the necklace carefully. His arms reached up and placed the necklace in front of you as his fingers trailed up the back to clasp the neck clasp.

“Dank farrik,” he sighed. His gloves were in the way of handling the tiny clasp. “Hold it for a second,” he told you. Din sighed as he made the decision. He slowly slipped off each glove and set them down on the bed.

You seemed to tense when his hands brushed your shoulders. You turned your head and saw his gloves sitting at the edge of your bed. The skin was cold and his hands were surprisingly soft.

Din hadn’t touched a woman with his bare hands well… ever. Sure he had brought in bounties who could identify as female. But nobody as elegant and beautiful as you. He would never forget the oddly intimate encounter.

“Thank you,” you said smoothly, adjusting the necklace around your ribcage. “You could call this more of a corset,” you huffed, smiling as you caught a glimpse of his skin as he slipped his gloves back on.

Standing in the mirror, you struggled getting the bottom clasp closed. You turned your body, trying to see if you had gained a bit of weight since you last wore this piece.

“Din,” you called sweetly, almost with a bit of song in your voice. He turned around on his heel as you saw from the mirror and it made you smile. “Yes?” he asked in the same tone you called him.

The way you called for him made him think about one of the rare memories he had of his parents. How one called out to the other. It was a brief moment but gave him deja vu when he heard you speak his name. Speak his name like a wife would call to her husband.

“It won’t-”

The sigh from his modulator was hard to miss.

“Can you help?” you asked, eyes looking up into his viser.

“I’ll hold them, don’t worry.” you smiled, your hands branching down lifting up your breasts.

Under the mask his eyes widened at the comment.

Din got down on his knees to try to get a better angle of the clasp. No other reason. He tried his best to focus on the clip but he couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you held yourself. Thank the gods for the viser, or he would have died of embarrassment.

“How’s it going?” you asked him. You could feel him struggling again with the gloves.

“What if I…”

You attempted to hold your breasts with one arm and had the other hand come down to help him, but the plan failed. Your boobs folded over on his hands without fail.

His hands quickly retreated from your ribcage. You noticed the stress in his demeanor, his breathing quickened.

You thought he was upset with you. Possibly disrespecting his creed, you felt horrible. Guilt knit tightly in your stomach as you knew you were going to think about this event the whole night. The embarrassment was enough for a lifetime.

Din couldn’t care less about his creed at the moment. He had never felt boobs before.

“Oh god! I am so sorry,” you said in horror.

“I can have someone at the banquet do it, let’s just forget-”

You were silenced by the sound of his gloves hitting the ground. Once again, his hands were at your service.

“Let’s get this done. We’re going to be late.” he said.

Grabbing the chain once again, he clasped it on the first try.

He escorted you to the train silently. He held one of your hands in his. The other hand held his pair of gloves.

Din hadn’t even notice you grabbed his hand. And to be honest, you didn’t really either. It was an instinct. Trains always freaked you out and he knew that. The gap between the ground and the train car, the speed they went at. Commercial trains were filled with unsuspecting people. Thankfully, the banquet event sent out personal trains for some of the local senators.

Finally you only noticed when he pulled away to put his gloves back on as you pulled closer to the event.

Had he really been holding your hand the whole time?

Meanwhile back at the apartment you had rented, you expected it to be empty. There was no need for a guard, you had only just arrived. Your location to be revealed to possible rebels wasn’t likely, you were stationed there for only a short time. A guard would follow you home along with Din.

You knew Din was capable of protecting you, he had every time. Something about a man in armor killing in your name just did something to you. But the uncertainty of almost everything about him made you push that idea to the back of your mind. And anyways, you were bound to marry for a political reason some day. It was coming eventually you assumed. Dates were never nearly as exciting as an adventure with Din.

The guard honestly was a joke at this point. It gave your advisors a piece of mind though, so you allowed it.

The seemingly empty apartment was carefully broken into. The sliding glass door from the balcony was opened, no fingerprints left and promptly shut as the rebel left.

Poisonous snakes were left slithering in your sheets.

It was something you would later recognize as a similar thing had happened to a senator many years ago. Poisonous bugs left to crawl in her bed.

Din walked you off the train platform and back to your apartment as quickly as he could. You, on the other hand, we’re being difficult.

“Don’t you ever take vacations?” you asked him, barely able to stand upright. He ignored your strange drunken question and kept holding on to you. “You didn’t answer meee!” you yelled, breaking free from his grasp and raising your hands to the air. The mist had accumulated from the oncoming storm.

“No. I don’t.” he sighed, grabbing your arm gently and guiding you back to the lobby with a hand placed on your lower back.

“Din,” you slurred, holding on to his armor in the elevator. Your fingers marched up his beskar chest plate as you asked him this.

“You ever had a girlfriend before?”

He blinked furiously under his helmet. What the fuck?

“Y/N, let’s get you to bed. Hm?”

“But Dinnn,”

“Come on,” he sighed, placing his hand on your back. The guard was stationed at the door. Din gave him a nod.

“I’m not sleepy!” you insisted, angered that you were being forced to end this wonderful night.

Din threw his gloves on the kitchen counter. He was getting sick of the things. After all these years in gloves, his hands never felt as uncomfortable and sweaty as they did that night.

“Here,” he sighed, steadying you by the shoulder and unclasping the clasp by your neck. The heavy necklace seemed to fall off yourself, only slightly catching at the waist.

“Thank you mister.” you said, letting it drop to the floor with a shake of your hips. Along with that you left your heels.

He saw you face dive into your bed and chuckled a bit as he was picking up after you. That necklace was probably worth more than the beskar he was wearing.

Din eyed up the couch, exhausted after watching you all night. He stood in the balcony of the event and watched you drink yourself almost to the point of embarrassment until he decided it was time for you to return home.

He had just began to settle in when he heard you scream.

It wasn’t like he had heard you scream before. He was used to all the rage screams when an article came out portraying you negatively. He was used to all the screams over the phone with your friends. He was used to the muffled screams he heard as he hid in his quarters when you would have dates over and prayed it would end.

But he would never forget this one.

He knocked over the vase on the coffee table, but didn’t really care.

The prolonged scream attracted the interest of the guard who busted in, spear ready.

Din had made it in the room first. He drew his blaster watched as you simultaneously chucked a snake in his direction. His blaster shot, killing the thing.

“Are you okay?” he asked, grabbing you immediately. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into his armor.

The guard ripped back the sheets and found three more slithering in the sheets. The sight of that made you shriek more.

Din’s hand ran across the back of your head. His fingers hadn’t felt hair like that in forever. His own locks didn’t match up to your softness.

The guard removed each snake and silently killed them.

“Cardillian Greybecks,” the guard sighed, now bagging the snake carcasses. “I’m going to bring these down to the base, are you two all right alone or should I call someone?”

“We’re fine.” Din said sternly, praying for the man to leave.

He calmed you enough to sit you back down on the edge of the bed. “Everything is okay. No more snakes, see?” he says, shaking out a blanket.

“Fuck,” you sighed, your hand running down the side of your leg. “You alright?” Din asked, shaking out the pillows just in case.

“I must have scratched my leg in the scuffle, it really fucking hurts.” you slurred, rubbing the side of your leg. Of course the alcohol was still there.

“Oh gods,” Din sighed, asking for your leg immediately. Laying back against the bed, you lifted your right leg in the air for him to inspect. If he wasn’t so worried he would have thought the pose was somewhat provocative.

“Shit,” he sighed. You were bitten.

“What?” you asked eagerly, pulling your leg back. He held on to it though, staring at the festering wound on your leg.

“It hurts. Please,” you begged, pulling your leg back. Din was scrambling on what to do.

“This…” he sighed, hating the only option available. There wasn’t enough time to get you to a proper medic.

“Hold still.”

He slowly lifted his helmet up to the bottom of his nose to reveal his mouth and chin.

“Din!” you yelled as his lips made contact with your skin. “What the-” you began, but immediately soothed as you felt the venom leaving your bite. A needy moan escaped from your lips.

Din spat out the first round of venom. It stung his lips. It wasn’t enough to kill him, it wasn’t in his bloodstream. It tasted bitter and artificial.

“Oh my god,” you whined as his lips continued to suck on the wound. “Din, holy fuck.” you moaned, squirming in his grasp.

Even though you just had been on the brink of death, this was one of the most sensual things you had ever experienced in your opinion. The thought of his lips teasing you drove you up the walls.

He spit out another round. “One more, I’m sorry.”

You gasped at his voice. No mask, no modulator. “Oh gods, don’t stop.” you begged. Your back arched as he took in the final round, finally tasting blood to indicate the venom was gone.

He spit it out on the ground and slipped his mask back on.

“What?” he asked out of breathe. He had convinced himself he didn’t just hear what he thought he did. His ears were muffled by the mask in its awkward position.

Sitting up in bed, you patted the mattress. He sat down.

“That was so hot,” you whispered near his ear.

He didn’t say anything to you. You had prayed he would rip off his mask and take you then and there. Din wanted the same thing too, he would feverishly re play this night over and over in his mind for years.

But you were wasted. And he had a creed.

Even though after each passing day without Grogu his allegiance to his creed drew weaker, he still had his limits.

Din knew you would regret those words in the morning. But the phrase Cara told him many moons ago rung in his brain.

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Talk to me when your sober.” he replied. He stood up and removed the base of the helmet once again. You embraced his body as he kissed you on the top of your head.

“Din,” you feverishly whispered. Without a second thought, you stood up. His body pushed against yours as you passionately kissed his lips. Your nose bumped the mask up more, but neither of you cared. His nose brushed against yours as you kept your eyes shut. The urge to look was strong, but you respected him too much to take a peek.

“One day,” he smiled, breaking the kiss. “Are you sure I can’t see more?” you asked. He shook his head as he pulled the mask down again. “One day,” he repeated, his voice now modulated again.

“Thank you for saving my life.” you said. “Any day,” he said sarcastically.

He placed the blankets securely over you.

The room was dim enough where he was sure if he was ever caught he would have an excuse. And you would lie for him, he was certain of it.

“Just one more thing-” you asked as his silhouette made its way through your door. He turned and looked at you.

“What color are your eyes?”

He had the widest smile on his face. The thought of you trying to form his face in your mind was almost comical for him.

“Brown. Good night, Cyare.”

“I knew they were brown, I knew it.” you whispered to yourself, convinced Din couldn’t hear.

He smiled as he retreated to the couch, unsure if sleep would visit him after his eventful night.

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[ho-for-joequinn-fics]

HELLO so ive been thinking soooo much abt like the reader being the child of a man in the senate and growing up alongside Geta. Geta really likes the reader and when he decides he wants to ask her father to marry her, her father announces her marriage at a feast 🥵

Okay but YES.

You and Geta have been super close since the age of four, so you both shared a bond that’s beyond breakable. Your father first joined the senate back when Geta and Caracalla’s father was Emperor, so he’s always been fond of the twins, but most specifically Geta since you were closer to him than Caracalla.

Geta knew he was in love with you since his early teens, always wanting to make his move on you, but not wanting to chance diminishing the bond you shared in case you didn’t feel the same way. But unbeknownst to him, you were completely head over heels in love with him just as long as he was with you.

Fast forward to when the two of you were grown adults, Geta and Caracalla now held power as Emperors of Rome since their father passed due to an illness unforeseen. Geta wanted to make you his Empress after your feelings for each other were finally expressed, there was no other woman that he wanted by his side, but he wanted to consult with your father first to ask for your hand in marriage.

Your father of course was beyond thrilled by Geta’s request to take your hand in marriage, which prompted him to announce the news of your engagement at an upcoming feast, and it was at that same feast where your marriage ceremony took place.

You wore the most beautiful gown Geta ever did see and he could not keep his eyes off you through the entire wedding reception. It was the same for you, your gaze focused on Geta and Geta alone. It was as though no one else existed in that moment. When it was time for you to share your kiss to seal your marriage, the two of you were on each other in seconds, lips molded together as you poured your love for each other into it.

Now when it came to returning to his chambers later that evening, that beautiful gown was abandoned on his floor while you rode his cock like your life depended on it, consummating your marriage in a way the both of you desired so ferally. It was a long time coming for the both of you, having such a close level of intimacy, so you spent the whole night making up for the seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, and years that you missed out on.

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PROPOSITION part one

just another idea I’ve had. Only two chapters this time. Also, this is shockwave pre-empurata. warnings : mentions of interfacing

“In this case, the appropriate measures that should be taken in regards to the expenses— is—“

Several barks of laughter cut the prime off. Sentinel flung his optics open and realized that discussing political matters while his fellow Senators are drunk off their processors ,with cogless miners clinging onto their arm like algae to a tree, inebriated as well, were not efficient as he expected it to be.

Besides, it was his proposition in the first place. To loosen their cogs. He figured getting through there sluggish skulls wouldn’t serve much resistance. Inebriation makes good negotiations, he remember telling Airachnid who, he should’ve acknowledged her expression as some kind of advice, stared blankly back.

“This is hardly a productive evening,” He ran a servo down his face. “Which one of you is sober enough to take this seriously?”

His gaze swept over the gold laden room : some senators were deliriously giggling with a flock of miners, flexing their platings, wealth and ambitions as though that would seduce them promptly; others were occupied with…more personal means : the puddle of pink fluids pooling beside the couch and the constant clanking of metal told him much. He’d rather not know.Some, much to his dismay, we’re sprawled on the floor and if it weren’t for the loud snoring every now and then he would’ve presumed the idiot dead.

“Great.” He slumped against his seat, flexing his servos. “Why did I ever thought it was a brilliant idea to include engex? It’s like some— some office meeting had turned into a damned devil’s circus,”

"Well, I wouldn't disagree to that.” Shockwave crooned, his newly furnished plating glinting under the light.  Third time he changed it this week.

The Senator  sat across Sentinel, crossing his legs and reclining against his seat as he held a miner on his lap, who he noted appeared rather stiff while Shockwave pressed his lips against the back of their neck and shoulder aimlessly. Like one would cradle a pet and coo at it. At least he was the only one who had a decent idea of decorum. 

“We all have busy days.”  He continued calmly, as he always did. ‘I do believe we have the opportunity to create something brilliant.” Through the grin, there’s teeth in his words as Sentinel spoke. “Yes, of course. They’re all out of their minds. Flocks of ridiculous, worn-brained muggles.”

Shockwave was the more composed one among the senators and surprisingly charming, despite having the most concerning drinks. Usually, mechs like these, all sickly sweet and proper would turn ugly in just minutes, the harboring resentment of the world would spill out like poison. And there, Sentinel would have his card.

However, he was the only Senator Sentinel couldn’t have a leverage against. Loved by the people. Loved by the planet. Loved by the sparks. At this point he could be the next prime and nobody would protest. That’s the wonderful part, if he died now, everyone would be more smitten by the idea of Senator Shockwave taking reigns of the Matrix.  His wings lifted up and bristled.

“Perhaps you should try to relax yourself.”

Sentinel laughed. “I’m a Prime, for Primus’s sake. Relaxing is the least of what I do.”

”That’s at least what it entails.” He said. “Would it matter if they knew?”

The next words were caught in his throat.

“That would be…well, I’ve had busier days on the surface, and I don’t need to…do whatever this is.”

Shockwave raised a brow. “Surely, you drink, given your position is….difficult and all.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” His wings lifted at the subtle praise, “I admit it’s not so easy putting up an authentic front. A mech can only take so much.”

Senator shockwave smiled, the delightful crease of his optics led on that he isn’t much convinced by his statement. “Hm, yes. A heroic front.”

Sentinel cleared his throat turned away, fixating at the brilliant window beside him, as though prolonged eye contact would confirm the Senator’s suspicion.

“Perhaps,” Eventually, he said. “ I can compensate you for my colleague’s behavior?”

“Oh, really. By what offering me another one of your companions?” He gestured to the one of Shockwave’s lap. “How very…generous.”

Cogless miners, wandering as they please. He ought to have some sort of regulation for that. Though, could he? When the expert contravene is everyone’s beloved?

”Trust me. They’re quite lovely.” The servo that was on the back of the miner gave a push, and you made a sound, falling forward to your knees, palms slapping the ground, inches away from the Prime’s chair.

Frantically, you look up through the lazy parting of his thighs, then up his abdomen, Sentinel was looking down from his nose, optics narrowed, thinking. Then he leaned forward, lifting your chin with a finger for a closer look at your face.

“Charming.” He said. 

You steeled in indifference, clenching your jaw and not meetings his optics.

“Not bad. Could….use better work.” He muttered. “ That still doesn’t—“

“Think carefully, my lord.” He uncrossed his legs to reach for his drink on the coffee table.  “A night of wonder would do good for your health.”

Health? Since when was that significant? Sentinel reclined against the couch and tapped the armrest. A baffled laugh rumbled from his throat. The Prime matched his grin, but the optics narrowed.“You really do have a penchant of questionable ideas, Senator Shockwave.”

“If it’s to serve my prime I’d gladly do so.”

Though, no-one had ever confronted him about it, whether it was becuase they’d rather not catch his optics’s, Shockwave has is this innate ability to penetrate someone’s mind without having to handle one’s physical processor,  the ability to change tone and implicate threats that are, at least to him, not quite there. And, he was aware. Sentinel is aware. At times he found himself bumbling over his thoughts, wanting to confess at certain situations only to find that the Senator was only acting coy. A feigned confused look is all he’d reply with, along with that grin. He knew retaliation it would do no good, so the best course of action mostly is to play along. He looked down at you again, optics trialing over the frame, before back to Shockwave. 

“The expenses?”

“Oh, no need. Consider this,” He lifted a drink to sentinel. “As a gift to his Sovreign.”

Then in one full gulp, the engex slid down his throat.