the image of an exhausted commander fox, sitting in his office, throttling a datapad and yelling WHY IS MY JOB SPREADSHEETS?? before yowling like a space banshee and frisbeeing the thing through the open window with all the force of kamino-guaranteed strength bolstered by buereaucratic rage, where the datapad sails merrily and speedily for a longer distance than many would credit before impacting with concussive force against the surprisingly soft skull of emperor palpatine, gladhanding for the press in the courtyard of the senate below
the resulting explosion is caught on many cameras
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“what, are you gonna get on your knees beg me for it?”
“i bet you want me to,” you reply, arms crossed.
before you can process the weight of your statement, wriothesely is already staring at you like your head exploded.
“i— shit. i mean… fuck. okay, don’t..” you immediately retract your arms from their position to cover your face in utter embarrassment and disbelief and just. defeat.
you expect to open your eyes to wriothesely’s grinning face, snickering at your flub like a rotten child at someone else’s detriment.
but when you don’t hear that familiar amused chuckle, you peek through your hands to see wriothesely flushed. like, redder than the shades of crimson he wears on his outfit.
even his eyes, which were usually so relaxed, were blown wide. when he finally registers that you’d noticed, he hides his face with the back of his hand in a poor attempt to hide himself. the duke avoids your gaze like it would kill him.
unbeknownst to you, some days it does.
“wriothesely, surely you don’t…” you trail off, throat suddenly dry. were you hallucinating? worse, were you excited that wriothesely had such an uncharacteristic reaction…?
maybe.
the aforementioned turns his whole body now, clearing his throat. you’d never seen him so… caught off guard. it was almost endearing— hey, is he walking away?
when you call his name, he blurts out that he’d forgotten he had somewhere he needed to be, and scurries away before you can even retaliate.
you let out a breath when he leaves his office, leaning against his desk like you depended on it. the image of his blushing face replays in your mind… you’re suddenly thankful you said such an (implied! and vague! that’s not what you meant, and he knows that, right?) lewd thing.
(never again did the duke deny you tea from his special, personal collection. even when rumors in the fortress started when people saw you walking around with his favorite cup!)
meeeeooww guys i shit this one out FOR REAL!
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if the rules of our nation were suddenly cast by the wayside, then it wouldn't be long until chaos ensued. i had no intention of letting their dreams disrupt my life.
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18+||MDNI
Scara tit sucking...my brain is so full. He sucks on your tits like he’s been starved, his hands clutching at your back desperately as if you’d run away if he didn’t hold you as close as he possibly could. You hear him hum softly, and he even lets out the occasional whimper- he’d glare at you and deny it if you asked him, but after a few forehead kisses and head scratches, he’s right back to calling you mommy <3
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had the idea of neuvillette going to dragonspine so this was born
anyways HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! hope you have a great year <33
i accept zero criticism on things i do for fun and also ignore spelling mistakes i have zero respect for this language <3
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