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Conference Room A :Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

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Relationship: Avenger!Loki x Female Reader Summary: (2) Loki's first time leading a post-mission debrief has a spicy ending. Let's hope the door's locked. (w/c 2.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Oral Sex [M Receiving]. Detailed smut. Established/Secret relationship. Language. Mischievous Loki.

“Hey man, aren’t you listening?” Clint hissed under his breath, an unnecessary elbow to the ribs accompanying the question.

Loki’s gaze re-centred from the cleavage teasing through your blouse, one button more than necessary undone. He turned to face the head of the table with a practised smile; head tilted.

“The floor is yours, Laufeyson.” Steve repeated, as Loki rose to his feet and strode to the wooden podium. A clicker appeared in his hand with a flick of his wrist as he turned with a flourish to face the group.

He cleared his throat, mindful not to meet your eyes. He could feel his cock throbbing beneath his suit, threatening to rise. The memory of your wanton display of desire for him last night threatening to derail him. How you had crept into his bedroom wearing only your flimsy nightdress. You just couldn’t wait one more day for him.

Thoughts of his tongue buried deep inside your needy pussy flooded his mind. How you squirmed on top of him. Clawing the wall like an animal as he rocked your insatiable cunt against his face; releasing your endless cum against his tongue.

“Laufeyson?” Steve quipped impatiently, crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair. A dozen pairs of eyes stared at the god standing mute at the podium, in a world of his own.

“Right.” Loki said, remembering where he was. He turned to the screen behind him, an aerial image of the Hydra lab they had successfully raided after weeks of planning awaiting his commentary. He inhaled deeply, the first card of many for his inaugural debrief clutched in his hand.

“Agent Barton received intel that an enemy manufacturing base had been established in West Virginia producing mutants of extreme threat levels” he began, growing more confident with each passing word. He cleared his throat again “due to its location and integration within the community, it was necessary to establish a temporary on-site base for observation…”

Scanning the crowd of faces before him, you were unavoidable. Sitting there so brazenly in that tight pencil skirt you knew drove him feral with desire. You were a cruel woman to tease him thus after a week without any of your carnal attention layered on his desperate cock. Loki groaned inwardly as you bit your lip, his brow creasing as he turned back to the screen; clicking to the next slide with a stoic roll of his shoulders.

“That was great, Laufeyson. Good job.” Natasha said encouragingly, patting his arm as she passed. Loki nodded in silent acknowledgement, shuffling the note cards in front of him as he waited impatiently for the room to empty.

You were mirroring his efforts, placing files back in their relevant binders with painstaking precision. He nodded again as Thor tipped him a salute and sauntered to the door. The blonde god’s eyes flickered quickly back to him with a hint of suspicion just as you dropped a pile of papers on the floor, making Loki grimace. He watched with his brow furrowed as you bent over to pick up the sheets. Legs straight; arse up.

“Brother?” Thor muttered beside him, making Loki jump.

“Norns, brother...you scared me half to death.”

“What!? What are you talking about?!” Thor scoffed, “Brother I have noticed that you have been most distracted all morning. Are you quite well?”

Loki’s eyes narrowed at his oafish kin hovering at the other side of the podium, blocking his view of your incredible arse displayed in all it’s tantalising glory. He pressed his crotch tightly against the flat back of the podium, attempting to conceal his stiff erection from Thor’s searching gaze.

“I’m fine.” Loki snapped, “Aside from your incessant cosseting.”

Thor shook his head. “I know not what is clouding your mind in recent weeks Loki, but I shall get to the bottom of it. This I swear...” he mumbled ominously, backing away from his dark-haired brother with an attempt at theatrical gravitas.

Loki rolled his eyes, making the notecards in front of him disappear with a wipe of his hand. You and he were all who remained in Conference Room A. Finally.

“You missed one.” he said casually, the knowledge of exactly how turned on he was etched across your face as you turned. Loki’s hand steadied himself as you spun on your heels, bending seductively to pick up the final sheet of paper from your feet; your eyes never leaving his. His arousal strained against its prison as the material of your skirt stretched tight across your perfect curves. A low groan, held for far too long, escaped his lips.

You rose slowly from your calculated pose, leaning to perch back against the conference table as you beckoned to the god before you. Loki pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed at the sultriness of your stare.

In three strides, the god was upon you. His body enveloped yours against the flat of the table; his hands coveting greedily across the landscape of your endless curves. “Darling you have been driving me absolutely senseless with desire…” he murmured as his hands wound in your hair, “but I think you know that…”

You smiled beneath him, enjoying his rampant neediness. The pillar of hard flesh beneath his suit pressed tight against your thigh, thrusting against you as he sought friction.

“Mmmm, I did get that impression when you spaced out on everyone for the third time in five minutes” you purred, as he buried his face in your neck.

“Let’s go to my chambers” he muttered dirtily in your ear, sounding more like a command than a suggestion. You shook your head.

“The celebration brunch starts in ten minutes, don’t you think they’ll wonder where we are?”

Loki sighed in frustration, “Hel, I forgot about that. Why can’t you mortals celebrate like normal beings? With copious amounts of wine and debauched sex– not this ridiculous brunch foolishness...” he grumbled, placing wet kisses down the nape of your neck; edging beneath your blouse collar.

“It won’t take long” you purred, “just a few hours...and then we can celebrate our victory properly.”

Loki pulled away, looking down on your with concern etched across his brow. “I don’t mean to be dramatic darling” he said, dramatically; “but I don’t think I can wait that long. I have rather a situation, and I fear that blasted pencil skirt has irrevocably hardened my body’s resolve for relief from your absent touch.”

You smiled knowingly, sliding your palm firmly across his cock; enjoying the needy whine that followed. “Lock the door?” you whispered, immediately followed by a whip-quick flourish of Loki’s hand; the door audibly sealing shut.

You pressed your hand to his chest, grasping his shirt in your clutches as you switched positions. Determined hands pressed the god down on the wide expanse of the table as he ran his eyes across your face, down your body; trying to decipher your intent. He raised his hand as green seidr glowed between his fingers, but you shook your head.

Loki smiled, “As much as I adore it pet, I’m not sure even I can manoeuvre myself beneath that tight garment without a little help…” he murmured, his eyebrows raising as you lowered his hand.

“There’s no need.” you quipped before kissing him deeply; your tongues ravishing against each other in a twisted mess of lust. “I want to taste you, Loki” you murmured, your hands wandering across his thighs. His breath hitched as you sank to your knees, unzipping his fly as you went.

Your hand slid inside his trousers, drawing his manhood free. A low moan filled the air as the tip grazed against the fabric, his face contorting in desperation as you smiled below him. “You’ll need to be quiet though...” you said coyly, echoing his words from the night before, “they’ll hear you. I know what you can be like, Laufeyson.” He was a screamer.

You could feel his gaze burning as your lips swallowed his tip, a sharp exhale as his jaw slackened with relief. You still weren’t used to the utter magnificence of his cock; thick and long with traces of velvet across the pale column of hard flesh that always smelt so heavily of him. It was perfection. You sucked him gently, fastening your hands to his taunt hips as you knelt between his open thighs.

He thrust softly against you, willing you to increase the intensity of your attentions. One of your hands grasped the base of his length, tightening your fingers around the girth as he leant back on his elbows. “Goddddds darling” he groaned under his breath, the timber of his voice vibrating through the thighs pressed to your shoulders.

Your cheeks hollowed as you ran your tongue against his cock, a vacuum of need designed to blow his mind. He juddered, throwing his head back in a silent cry of pleasure as his legs twitched. He really was desperate.

Loki could feel the coil in his groin tightening. The sinful feeling of your lips wrapped tightly around his neglected girth was valhalla; bifrost soaring in his veins. He clapped a hand to his mouth to stifle the heavy moans rising in his throat as you sucked him mercilessly; your name a primal roar behind his teeth.

He made a thick fist, biting down on white knuckles as he felt the flex of your jaw engulfing his needy cock with finesse. You did it so well. Your knowing eyes flickered to meet his, a wave of pleasure hitting him in the gut as you licked the underside of his head.

Loki’s lips were parted; breathy pants and tempered whines escaping them as dark hair fell untucked from behind his ears. His fingers reached to trace the side of your mouth, feeling the meet of your soft skin against the firm pillar of godly flesh that relented so willingly to your mortal touch. You were making him a mess beneath you. If only you knew the power you held between your lips; the sight was becoming too much for him to bear.

The rumble of multiple sets of footsteps echoed in the hallway, treading heavily. They drew closer as Loki’s pants quickened under your increasing pace. You felt the urgency of his approaching climax straining tight inside your mouth, his short gasps timed with every targeted swirl of your tongue.

His hand slid to wind in your hair, grasping against you as he released a growl of your name. Dangerous, Loki, you thought; as you pressed your lips down hard around the edges his cock. The footsteps thundered behind the door as Loki bit down on his fist again. A low moan rumbled from his chest, his eyes rolling back; hair flowing over his broad shoulders. A chatter of voices rose and fell away as they passed, concealed by shuttered blinds as Loki released his fist from his mouth with a spluttering sigh.

“By all the gods, don’t stop…” he murmured through pained breaths, face still angled to the ceiling; eyes shut. The muscles in his neck were straining against hushed groans, his climax building under the duress of secrecy. You managed a whisper of a smile despite your mouth full of his thick manhood, close to releasing its delicious load down your throat. You had no intention of stopping.

The fingertips of the hand not wrapped around his length dug in to the side of his thigh, scratching down the luxurious fabric of his suit as he released a tight hiss above you. “Are you ready, pet?” he managed to stutter between broken breaths.

A short nod and moan of approval was all your could manage before his hot cum spilled inside your mouth, filling the small gaps not occupied by his hard flesh. A primal exhale rolled from his throat; the effort of holding back the thundering cry of his orgasm making his body shake beneath you.

You released his cock reluctantly from your lips, sucking the last drops from the tip as Loki steadied his breaths on the table. He leant forward to cup your face in his hands, kissing you intensely as you knelt between his widened thighs.

“You are incredible, Y/N…” he muttered, licking his cum which clung to your lips. Loki re-zipped his trousers before offering his hand to raise you to your feet. Those wide palms slid over the curves of your hips, straightening the creases in your tight skirt as a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

“How long did you say brunch will last again?” he asked, a lingering observation hanging behind his gaze. You shrugged, running your hands back through his curls to push them behind his ears once more. “A few hours, nothing more I expect.”

He nodded thoughtfully, the glint in his eyes returning now his lust was temporarily satisfied by your attentions. “Do you think the carpet burn on those pretty knees of yours will have faded by then, darling?” he quipped, as he rose to his feet.

“I do hope none of our esteemed colleagues notice...” he added with a wink.

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tarithenurse · 1 year

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Testing the limits

Fandom: MCU Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader, both Avengers Content: Longish intro but then smut, Jotun Loki, a tiny bit of brattiness, bondage, cussing, probably a lot more reasons for why this is 18+. A/N: Way too late with this one (wanted to post it in mid-January but the muses did not approve). Kindly beta’ed by TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse.

Testing the limits

He really truly was made of ice like his kin. You’d seen him once in his Jotun form on the battle field and you knew, you wanted him even more. But Loki never paid attention to you, staying aloof and detached. Cold. Ice cold.

Or so you thought until one day you had been laughing with an agent from another team after a mission: as soon as you turned your back to the guy, Loki was before you with a scowl on his face as he growling demanded to know who that was. Perplexed, you’d explained and the god moved on in a huff, leaving you behind confused. It wasn’t until you were lying in bed, a hand between your thighs, that you realized the truth. Stealing the climax from yourself, you sat up in bed with a tiny “oh” gasped into the darkness at the understanding that Loki, Loki Laufeyson of Asgard, liked you.

Lying back down, fingers moving with renewed vigour at the scenarios in your mind, you found your release to the image of Loki begging for you.

...

After that day, you’ve done what you can to be friendly with other people as soon as Loki’s within earshot, relishing in the heavy gazes he sends your way when he thinks you’re unaware.

And now you have a plan that you’ll be damned if it’s going to fail...but it’s looking like that’s exactly what’s going to happen. Loki is still not paying attention to you, ignoring the one slip he’s made. He leaves when you enter the room, ignores your attempts at chatting with him. In other words: something drastic has to happen for you to get him to interact with you again.

“What’re you going to wear?” Natasha’s voice breaks your desperate plotting.

“Huh?” is your less than intelligent answer.

She smiles as if she’s in on some joke, her eyes flashing in the same trajectory as yours a second before and finding Loki sitting in the couch with a book. “For the party?” She tries to jump start your memory. “Tony’s New Year’s Bash?”

“Oh...uhh...I don’t know...”

But of course Natasha is willing to help you pick something out. A day of intense shopping and you’re good to go.

...

There’s a brief glimmer of uncertainty in your eyes as you admire your mirror image. You’re not sure why. Maybe it’s the revealing cut of the dress. Maybe it’s the plan you’re going to try to act on. But the insecurity is gone the moment you join up with Natasha on the way to the venue and she smiles approvingly.

“Damn, you’re hot,” she grins.

You can’t help but smile back because a part of you absolutely agrees with her if for no other reason then at least because of the dress in itself: tight around the torso and with a plunging neckline, the fabric falls from your hips with a soft swish, and the colour...the colour is one you instantly recognize from Loki in his Jotun form. Embellished with crystals, the wintry look is completed with your makeup and the glitter in your hair.

...

The place is crowded already, making it hard to find the others. You should have guessed that Tony would have ensured to be the centre of attention although the press was left wanting at the doors outside. Looking around, you spot them all except for the one you got all fancy for: Loki is nowhere to be seen. Still, you’re not one to be moping about and soon you find yourself dragged into a conversation with Scott and Steve.

A drink in hand and the music in the background, your worries have fallen aside as you simply enjoy yourself. You’ve registered a flash of black and green out of the corner of the eye earlier that had made your belly flutter but your plan was to act as if nothing was happening – so you did.

You are just finishing dancing with Steve, classical and polite in his approach to modern dancing, when a stranger asks for a dance too. You’ve seen him hovering about during the party but have been sure it is because of your much more famous friends. Baffled by the offer, you accept and you’re happy to see that Loki notices from where he’s chatting with Bucky and Natasha.

The song begins and it’s a sultry cover, calling for closeness and intimacy which the stranger gladly initializes. The feel of a cold glare on your back have you reciprocating for once (although still with a bit of distance between the writhing bodies) and it’s not long before the stranger’s hands find your hips. Two seconds afterwards, they’re gone from you again and he mumbles and apology before scurrying away.

Shrugging at the odd behaviour, you turn to go to the bar but are met by Loki’s tall form. He just stands there, pupils dilated as he stares at you.

You want to say something smart, something catchy but your brain comes up blank so instead you try to circumvent him only to be stopped by his arm around your waist.

“Loki,” you begin to warn him but never make it further.

“I see what you’re doing,” he growls lowly, leading your body to move along to the music with his without you meaning to.

You bat your lashes up at him. “What am I doing?”

“You’re trying to make me jealous.” Biting back a smirk, you allow him to twirl you before landing in his arms with your back to him so you can’t see his face...but your can hear him: “And it’s working,” he whispers in your ear.

The music calls for you to grind back against him, feeling a bulge against your ass that makes you inhale sharply.

You can feel the rumble of a chuckle through the god’s chest.

“Satisfied?” he mocks.

“Not yet, but maybe that can be arranged?”

He pauses for half a heartbeat mid-dance, clearly taking in your words and considering their full meaning. But he doesn’t give you answer, preferring instead to change the topic somewhat: “Is that the meaning behind all of this too?” His hand slides down your body to rest on your thigh where the split in the dress begins.

“Such a smart boy,” you quip, earning a growl.

“Take care, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Then show me,” you challenge just as the song ends and Tony takes the stage to hold a speech or something.

You never hear your friend’s words because Loki’s got you in a strong grip as he drags your out of the party hall and towards the elevators up to the private levels of the tower.

In the elevator, his gaze never leaves you and he doesn’t let go of you, almost as if he’s afraid that you might disappear if he did. Furthermore, his lips finally finds yours with a vigour that speaks volumes: kissing you like a man starved, the god explores your mouth, jawline, neck, and cleavage, nearly forgetting to exit the elevator once the door opens. Nudging him slightly, you get him to relent for a moment to lead you down the hall and to his quarters.

You’ve never been to his room and in a way it annoys you that you don’t have time to take it in properly but at soon as the door closes, the man swirls you around and presses your back against it, hands pinned above your head with magic, you assume because both his hands are busy roaming your body.

“Been wanting to do this for a while, haven’t you?” The words slip out of your mouth before you’ve thought them through and Loki freezes with a finger against your clothed cunt which makes you regret your words instantly. But there’s no going back and you might as well roll with it. “Can’t stand watching someone get close to me...”

The snarls starts deep in his chest before he can suppress it. There’s no denying it and it’s evident that he realizes because he releases you and sends you towards the bed.

“You’ve been doing it on purpose.”

You smirk. “Not the first time...but since then: yeah of course.”

“Of course?” Loki’s hands are working your ass, almost lifting your from the floor as he pulls one of your legs up around his hip. “You think it’s funny?”

“Fuck yeah,” you grin.

The answer is a harsh shove that sends you sprawling onto the bed and with the flick of his fingers, your wrist and ankles are bound to the bed posts, forcing your into a spreadeagled position. With another flick, all your clothes are gone, leaving you bare and vulnerable before the god who eyes you with a burning hunger you hadn’t quite expected from someone as cold as him.

Straddling you, Loki is still clothed but now takes the time to unbutton his shirt slowly, revelling in how you drink in the sight.

Once the shirt hangs open, he leans down and whispers: “If it becomes too much for you with the bindings or anything else, just say Asgard.”

A corner of your mind appreciates that he takes time to ensure that you have a way out...but mostly you hunger for more. “And what do I say if it’s not enough?”

“You beg and maybe I’ll grant it.”

Looking him over, there’s no doubt that he needs it as much as you do, though, and you secretly vow that he’ll be the one to beg for his release before the night is over.

Kissing your body languidly, Loki continues the slow task of undressing before you. Kneeling on the bed between your legs, he has the perfect view to the effects it has and it’s made no easier to bear when his tongue flicks over your cunt. The first lick is almost too quick to enjoy but then he slows down, grabbing your hips with his large hands and treating you to the best oral you’ve ever had only to steal the joy from you after about a minute, making you whine at the loss of sensation.

“Are you begging?” he smirks.

He laughs as you shake your head, then flicks his fingers to appear naked in all his glory before you. Now you consider begging: slim hips and an Adonis belt that makes your mouth water mainly because it creates a visual path towards his stiff cock. And what a cock. Pre-cum glistens on the crown and the length and girth? You know you can take it but it’ll be a tight fit. And you want it.

As if knowing what you’re thinking, he denies you exactly what you want and rather straddles your chest and holds his cock low so it pokes your lips.

“C’mon, my dear. Be a good girl.”

Almost too obediently, you lick your lips and then his shaft. You have to strain your neck and there’s no way you can take him all in this angle but you’ll be damned if you didn’t try.

What surprises you the most is the fact that his pre-cum is chilly. Second is the fact that it tastes different from what you’d expected, almost sweet. Third is the way he sighs deliciously as you struggle to bring him deeper and it spurs you on.

Finding a rhythm that isn’t killing your neck, you hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue, earning you a curse. Loki’s hand finds your hair and there’s a faint push against your skull as you take him in. As a warning, you let your teeth glide over the sensitive skin of his shaft and immediately he lets go so you can release him with a pop.

“Let’s just make one thing clear here, okay?” you smile saccharine sweet at him, “either I go down on you at my pace or it doesn’t happen at all.”

Blinking at you as if perplexed, the god simply nods but rather than offer up his cock again, he moves down your body, trailing kisses and bites on the way and making you writhe with every inch he covers. You can’t hold back the moan once his lips find your cunt and his tongue swirls your clit.

He has your arching your back in a minute, grinding your hips towards his face and chasing his mouth whenever he surfaces for air and he has to plant a palm on your abdomen to still you a bit.

“Either I go down on you at my pace,” he echoes your words from moments before, “or it doesn’t happen at all.”

“Fuuuck,” you groan but stop squirming in his grasp.

He’s kinder than you got a chance to be because he returns to his ministrations, this time holding you tightly with arms wrapped around your this and fingers digging into your hips. This way you have to worry a bit less about moving by accident because his strong grip prevents you from it. That’s why you notice something else: as the god is tongue-fucking you and toying with your clit, he’s also rutting lazily against the bed.

“Oh, are you too needy?” The words drop from your lips before you can think better of it.

Loki freezes mid-movement and slowly looks up at you with burning eyes. Then he lets go of you, sits on his haunches and wipes his mouth to reveal just how desperately hard he is. For a moment it seems like he’s cock has grown, but you know that’s impossible and so you dismiss the thought.

“I should gag you,” he threatens with a growl as he lines up, “or put that mouth of yours to good use again.”

In the moment, you know exactly what you’d prefer but he doesn’t give you a chance to voice your opinion as he penetrates you instead.

“Anything you want to say now,” he gasps into your ear.

A spark of defiance flares in you. “Is that all you got?”

He pulls almost all the way out before slowly reentering and you can feel the strain he’s under from holding back.

“I should give you everything...” he says as he begins to find a steady pace, “I should...fuck, you’re tight...I should show you...how a god...fucks!” With the last word, he rams harder and then ups the pace.

All too soon, you’re right on the edge, dancing on the precipice of bliss and yet something is still holding you back.

“More!” you gasp.

“More?” he’s rutting furiously into you. “I’ll give you more.”

He pulls you up on his lap for you to kneel, facing forward, as he sits back and for a second there’s a pain as though something has been added to your cunt, but looking down, you see his arms are caging you and that he’s bouncing you on his fat blue cock.

Blue?

Blinking, you realize that every part you can see of him is blue and that he’s much bigger than before. Craning your neck, you catch a glimpse of his face and the gorgeous, red eyes that are half-hidden behind heavy lids as he groans in delight.

“Let me turn around,” you plead although you can barely get the words out on more than gasps of air each time he ruts into you.

But he hears you and he lies down on his back and allow you to crawl back on top of him, admiring the lust-coated ridges on his cock. You gently lower yourself onto it, unable to take him completely and you have to fight gravity as you begin to ride him, rolling your hips. With each roll your squeeze with your walls and watch his eyes flutter closed.

“Hand,” you demand, taking it as he holds it forward and place his thumb on your clit.

You’re so full like you’ve never been before. And as you ride, you look down and see ridges on his body and how his muscles clench under the perfect blue skin.

Loki’s other hand finds your breasts, trying to distribute his attention evenly but failing each time you slip almost off his cock before sliding down again. Gingerly.

You ride yourself to the first orgasm, cumming in slow waves and he has to hold you through it as you come down. Then he gently lifts you off of him before rolling you back onto your stomach again.

“Please, let me...” he mumbles as he kisses you.

This time when he snaps the fingers, the ropes return and you’re lying with your arms apart and legs tied together.

“What the -?”

The position barely makes sense to you not even as you feel Loki press his cock between your thighs and find the entrance...but as he fills you inch for inch it begins to dawn on you why: his girth is almost to much for you, but you can relax and handle it; his length, however, just keeps coming until he’s bottomed out, his hips resting against your ass and you realize what he’s about to do.

“Ready?” he whispers into your ear and you nod.

As he pulls back, you take a deep breath. Wisely so. The moment he rams in, it’s knocked from your lungs and you can feel him graze your cervix. He doesn’t hold back this time. A hand snaked around your hips, he toys with your still sensitive clit as each rut would have scooted you further up the bed if it wasn’t for the bindings.

And the pace! Hips snapping at an inhuman speed, your cunt flutters and spasms around his cock and you cum for the second time. Forgetting how to breathe, it’s only Loki’s whispered chanting of your name that fills your mind as everything else is replaced by a blinding light that floods your vision and your ability to think coherently.

Then you feel the soothing cold. Filling you up inside, there’s a chill that brushes the overheating aside and makes you feel refreshed in a way you’ve never experienced before...better than a cool shower on a hot summer’s day.

“Y/N!” Loki groans before he partially collapses over you, arms shaking as he tries to hold himself up.

Minutes tick by, you can feel the cool trickle from your cunt, realizing that it must be his cum and you wonder how it must be to swallow it. Maybe you’ll get a chance to find out?

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