See, I am just a little too delusional, I think, @99tech99 .
I want my meow meow Tarkin to become so obsessively, psychopathically horny about me that he becomes Pavlov'ed into being a good boi on the other side.
broke: "Make a man stray from his emperor"
BESPOKE: "Aim higher. Become the Empress to his Prince-Consort and make that old hottie beg like a dog to ruin you in private until you can feel it squirming on your throne a week later."
I want him to take care of us most of the time. Directives can be fun! Orders from above (cough cough blowjob cough cough) let the mind breathe! But right NOW I also want to be so insanely powerful that he's whipped for me, and anyone who comments on it outside of high court (my bestie, her OC wulfric, and her oreo blorbo; possibly Thrawn)
Is executed. with max prejudice.
(Later self indulgent bs fanfic, this part's mostly for me. Have fun being the hottie on the esteemed council while I do... stuff. ;P)
Tarkin: "My esteemed etherial Eminence, my fiendishly delicious royal siren, the light at the end of my tunnel-"
Me, embracing him after a long day: "...is that a knife in your pocket, or...?"
Tarkin, grinning: "Would you like to find out?"
Me: "Make me dinner first."
Tarkin: *gestures to the finger food and funtime beverages* *smug expression intensifies*
Me: "my my, it's just so hot in here, my consort~"
Tarkin: "but why are you unbuttoning MY shirt?"