#Commander Thick Meat

[lokisgoodgirl]

Supply Closet [Avenger!Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Just some filth in a supply closet tbh. (w/c 1.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki x female reader. Smut. Loki in a V-Neck, semi-exhibitionism, PV/Oral. Established relationship.

You looked over Steve’s shoulder as the door edged open and Loki’s face slid into view.

Steve turned, sighing as he saw the god’s chest sidle through the crack, his fingers curling around the inside handle.

"My sincerest apologies," Loki hummed unapologetically, "-but I need to borrow our darling Agent here. It’s urgent." Steve raised an eyebrow. "How urgent?" he said. "Quite urgent, I assure you.” said Loki gravely.

Another sigh rattled Steve’s chest. He fluffed the papers on the desk before scooting them towards you and leaning back in the chair.

“You heard the man-’ he barked, casting a perishing look over his shoulder. He pulled out his phone as you stood with mumbled apologies, saying you’d be back as soon as you could.

“Doubt it.” Steve said while his keypad beeped.

A smirk began to creep across the feigned innocence of Loki’s expression as you pressed your fingertips against his chest, edging him out the door. “What are you doing?” you hissed as Loki’s smirk grew wider. The door clicked shut behind you. He threw his hands up in remission, mischievous smile in full force. Your fingers grasped around the collar of his v-neck, pulling him into a kiss that knocked the air from his lungs. Loki’s tongue jammed into your mouth, wet kisses waxing and waning against the clash of teeth as you landed him against the wall with a thud. “I missed you,” he gasped as his fingers worked up the base of your neck. “It’s been thirty minutes-” you said, giving the back of his hair a sharp yank. ‘You said twenty-five.’

Loki hissed. His cock was hard and proud against his chinos, stretching in a thick column up to his hipbone and rubbing against your thigh. The v-neck clung like a second skin to the outline of his abdomen; flexing against the muscle with every shallow breath.

“This is a very compromising situation you’ve put me in, Agent-” he growled wet in your ear. You shot a glance to either side of the hallway. “Come on.” you said, sliding a hand down the thick meat of his forearm and linking his hand in yours.

Beside the meeting room there was a humble supply closet. You and Loki bundled inside, closing the door as softly as you could. A nervous giggle erupted from your mouth, immediately silence by Loki’s hungry kiss. He backed you against the shelves at the far end of the closet, catching a mop before it fell without even looking in its direction.

The cleaning supplies gave a brief rattle of discontent. Your pulled at his t-shirt, the quietly expensive material that clung so perfectly to every godly inch of him sliding through your fingers. You whined into his open mouth.

The god replaced his lips with a silencing finger. He kicked your feet apart with practiced skill; the finger pulling at your bottom lip as he sank to his knees.

Loki looked up from smouldering eyes beneath a dark line of lashes, brows peaking while his hands slid up trembling thighs.

"I want you to listen to me very carefully…" he said solemnly. His eyes flashed in the way they only did when he was interrogating a suspect. An enemy. You’d told him how you almost came when you’d worked a mission together recently and seen it in action. And now, it was time to play.

Loki’s voice was commanding even through a whisper. "You’re going to cum in my mouth, darling..." he said. "I want to be absolutely dripping. Drowning. Tasting you for days. I want you to ride my tongue like its your route to freedom. Do you understand?" You nodded mutely, hand clasped over your mouth as his thighs spread wider on the tiled floor.

"And then – I’m going to fuck you." Loki murmured menacingly, dragging a manicured fingernail against the plump of your thigh- "And you’re going to take all of me, everything I have to give. And you’re going to be quiet. Do you understand?" You nodded again, a small squeak of anticipation erupting. "I’m sorry…" you whispered, unable to contain a smile of utter glee. Loki frowned disapprovingly, but the side of his mouth twitched.

He hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder. Without another word, the god reached up and guided your hands to the back of his head, pressing them into his scalp. On instinct, they tangled in his curls as his tongue met your swollen clit. You let out a shuddering sigh.

The flat of his tongue reached to the back of your slit, already sticky and desperate for him. His nose rested on your mound, disappearing and dragging back on your clit with every breathy gyration of his jaw. Loki’s hand slid to your knee, steadying it from the shakes that had begun. The other pressed up against the back of your thigh near his face, opening more of you to the leisurely lap of his tongue. One of your hands left his hair, grasping at the shelf to the side. Your head fell back, unable to take the sight of the god of mischief spread on his knees; eating your pussy with his eyes closed and his brow creased in pleasure. You thrust against his tongue, each thick stripe and suck of his expert movements making you see stars.

"Loki…" you mouthed as quietly as you could manage as your head fell forward.

He suckled at your clit in worship, filthy moans bubbling in his throat. He opened his eyes, meeting your own as he flattened his tongue and withdrew it...making sure you were watching as he slid it back between your legs. Your grip on his hair tightened.

Loki’s cock was even bigger now- fat and straining against the chinos stretched across his thighs. It twitched for freedom while your hips began to shake; your fingernails scraping against the shelf. With a silent scream, you came shamelessly on his lapping tongue. Loki didn’t stop; easing the flat gently against your pussy as he held you steady to his face.

"Loki," you panted again, patting him on the shoulder. Loki shook his head. In seconds, the crest of another orgasm ran over you like a train; heavy puffs filling the air as you tried not to create a red alert.

"Oh my god, oh my god…" you slurred under your breath, flopping into Loki’s rising body as he stood. He kept your leg elevated, hooking it around his hip. You heard the pop of his trouser buttons, felt the dip of his knees as he hoisted himself free.

"Be a good girl for me, Agent." Loki whispered with a wolfish smile. Hair fell around his face, strands sticking to the glisten coating his lips and chin. You kissed him in response, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth while your arms slid over his shoulders. Loki growled. He dragged his heavy cock between your folds, coating it. "Quiet." he ordered calmly, before bottoming out with a single thrust. It lifted you from the floor. Bottles rattled on the shelf behind, knocking into one another. Loki’s hand steadied one about to fall, his fingers gripping against the shelf when he was done. His hips lilted against your core with the tiniest of movements; stretching your cunt the way he always did. One of his pretty little staggered moans fluttered over your skin. And then, he began to thrust. Loki’s grip tightened on your bare calf, sinking into the soft flesh as he bottomed out again and again. Your fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders, mounds meeting with every fuck between an obscene squelch. The scent of your cum on his mouth with every increasingly heavy breath made you clench, the t-shirt tangling beneath your grasping fingers at his back. You pulled the neckline down, sucking against his chest as his head fell back. Loki’s teeth were gritted to the ceiling, shadows carved into his cheekbones under the single fluorescent light that hung as witness. With every nailing buck of his hips, air was knocked from your lungs. But you kept your word – you were quiet; internally screaming his name as Loki of Asgard fucked you against the bleach and paper towels.

His head fell forward, slutty strands of hair sticking to a thin sheen of sweat on his brow. The effort of restraint was getting to him too, it seemed.

‘Going to cum,’ he mouthed with slanted, subby brows. You nodded, mouth hanging open. Loki’s lips crashed to yours, a force of air pummelling down your throat as he groaned his thundering climax deep into your mouth. His hips shook, the bottles behind you tumbling together. There was a thick crunch as the shelf he was gripping splintered in two. Loki broke from your kiss, moist forehead pressed to yours. He was panting heavily, Norse curses coming jumbled in breathy croaks.

"Fuck…" he choked. You slid your palms up his cheeks, pushing the hair back from his face.

"At least I was quiet," you whispered. Loki chuckled, sighing against your cheek. "This is what you do to me, woman-" he hummed, carefully returning your leg to the floor. There was a delicious throb in your pussy as his cock slid free.

You paused the work of his hand as he attempted to return it to his underwear; crouching down and sucking the remnants of arousal from the tip. He squeezed it from the base, making a fresh pearl appear. You licked it, placing a lingering kiss on the tip and looking up at him as you did it. "Fuck." the god repeated quietly. The hard K lingered.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in a dingy mirror in the corner. Cheeks flushed, makeup smeared, hair...un-salvageable. "We can’t keep doing this, Loki.’ you said decisively. ‘Steve’s not stupid."

“You asked me to come and save you from your scheduled drudgery with Rogers, so I did.” He stepped closer, drawing his nose down your temple, placing a soft kiss at the edge of your ear. “I always will,” he whispered, “you know that.” He wasn’t just talking about the meetings.

"I didn’t think you’d wear the tight v-neck, Loki…" you mumbled, trying frantically to fix your hair into some semblance of non-fucked-outness. "You know what that thing does to me." "Perhaps next time, you can assign an outfit in my possession that does not provoke this reaction," Loki purred, sliding his hands around your hips.

He kissed your neck, slow and deep; working his lips into the curve. "Personally I cannot think of one..." he whispered coyly in your ear.

A/N. Just a little note to say that my posting schedule (such as it is) is dropping slightly (actually, it already has - but I like being structured, so here we are) I'm planning to post a oneshot every two weeks for the foreseeable, at least the next few months. This will most likely be a Wednesday, as per 🤗

So, Wednesday March 13th, Wednesday March 27th and so on.

I'm balls deep in a project which I am SO EXCITED ABOUT and it's taking up a lot of time (which is great, because it's fun!) but as you know, my Loki stories and little fantasies mean the world to me and I love being involved here, it makes me really happy, so that's also very important. This way, I can manage both♥️

I know there will be no complaints, I'm aware how lucky I am to have some of the kindest, sweetest readers around. I just wanted to solidify The Plan™️. I'm still here in between posting dates with my usual nonsense obv, no change there 🤣🕵️

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[ameliathornromance]

Your heart thundered in your chest. Everything was a blur, tinged with redness. Redness from blood that dripped from your chin and onto the ground.

You couldn't clearly remember what had happened. It was a nice and sunny day. You had gone on one of your regular walks. Admittedly, today was a little different. 

Your Orc Boyfriend, amazing and wonderful as ever, had brought you back a necklace. He said he found it in a cave full of abandoned clothes and jewels. “Probably left by some bandits or something,” he’d explained. 

When you questioned the stolen item, he nonchalantly waved his hand. “That stuffs been abandoned for years. There was a thick layer of dust on the chest.”

With that in mind, you put on the necklace and hadn’t taken it off since. 

Now it was gone. Scratch marks on your neck from long fingernails were now rising on your skin, red and angry.

The camp was finally in sight. It gave you a burst of energy. Ignoring the pain, you took off into a run. No longer being able to hold back the tears, you released a wail when you entered the camp.

Your Orc was over with his fellows, eating some kind of meat. He dropped it at the sight of you, rushed over and caught you in his arms. “Love? What happened?” He asked, eyes darting all over your body, putting pressure on the gash on your forehead.

Other Orcs took off in search of the healer, while others crowded around you, bombarding you with questions: 

“Who did this to you?”

“They’ll pay for what they did, won’t they?”

“Yeah, of course. We’ll give them a real beating.”

“Everyone shut up!” hollered your Orc.

Once your wounds were tended to and you had calmed down, you and your Orc Boyfriend, along with his group of fellows, all sat in your shared tent, clutching a mug of warm tea in your hands. Since you were in a much calmer mindset now, the memories had come back to you.

“I went to the town, just over the hill.” You started. Instantly, some Orcs snorted and growled, “Fucking humans, always doing this kind of shit.”

“Silence!” Your Orc commanded. They fell silent as you continued.

“There were some noblewomen. They saw my necklace and told me to give it to them.” You gripped onto the mug. “When I said no, they told me I must have stolen it from some other noble woman that I worked for. And…” You fell silent as tears welled up in your eyes again.

The Orc stayed quiet as they watched your tears roll down your cheeks. Your Orc was so quiet you could have sworn that he’d left the tent. 

A loud clap caused you to jump. “Everyone out.” Your Orc said.

All the Orcs looked at him like he was mad. “What? You can’t just-”

“It’s my living quarters, everyone out!” He snapped.

Grumbling and casting disdained glances over their shoulders, all the Orcs left. Except for your boyfriend. He sank to his knees by the bedside, head face down to the sheets. “They will pay for this,” He growled.

He went to leave. To go, order his others to prepare for an attack on the village, to avenge you and restore his honour. But your hand grasped onto his. “Don’t go.” You pleaded. “I… I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Your Orc stopped in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, down at you on the bed, he wondered how anyone could have tried to hurt you. He returned to his position beside you, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “They will pay for this.” Your Orc promised you.

“I don’t want to hear about that right now.” You said. “Please… just… don’t go.”

And he didn’t. When you’d finished your tea and curled up under the covers of your bed, he sat there until you closed your eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

From that night onwards, he vowed to never let you leave the camp alone. Lest something like this happen again. He would never allow harm to come to you ever again. If they wanted to hurt you, they would have to go through him and his kin first.

Revenge could wait. The softness of your breathing was more than enough to soothe his angry heart.

#monster lover #orc fiction #orc x reader #monster romance #orc boyfriend #monster x you #orc romance #monster x female #monster x human #monster x reader

[ghouljams]

GHOUL YOU ARE SO REAL ABOUT CALLING PRICE DADDY

ITS NOT REALLY MY THING BUT FOR HIM???? ILL CALL YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT PRICE IM IN LOVE IM IN YOUR COMMAND IDC IDC

It's the way he will hold you down against his chest, your face pressed to the crook of his neck as he fucks up into you, doesn't even chastise you for failing to ride him, just goes, "taking it so well love, my baby aren't you sweetheart?"

The soft "Yes Daddy" is impossible for him not to hear when your lips are against his ear. It just makes him fuck you harder, makes him grunt and tighten his grip on you. His hands move from your back to your ass, spreading you open and pulling you down to meet the thrusts of his hard thick cock. You can't help biting into the meat of his shoulder to try and quiet the whines and moans he forces out of you. It would drive him wild.

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[iamasaddie]

some rotten man

paring: dark!Joel x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 1,2k~ summary: you really never thought you'd need this type of training. a/n: I'm all flavors of fucked up and so is Joel, make sure you check out the warnings before you proceed with reading! Special thanks to the literal love of my life, my emotional support human and beta @bearsbeetsbeskar <;3 warnings: dead dove do not eat; PWP (for real, no plot at all); implied non-con; explicit sexual content; rough oral sex (m receiving); degradation; spitting; face slapping (barely); no use of y/n ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪʀʟ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

"Now, my little slut, you're going to open that fucking mouth of yours and I'm going to fuck it until you're so full that my cum gushes out of it. Do you understand me?"

You trembled under the man's towering figure, his bloodied hand gripping your hair so tight that tears started welling up in your red eyes.

"I can't fuckin' hear you, baby girl."

"Ye- yes." You stuttered out and nodded, but didn't do anything else to show your consent.

“Well then what are you waiting for, darlin'? Stick that bratty tongue of yours out."

You opened your mouth, following his command. A deep inhale made your throat dry, but when you saw him pulling his cock out your throat became sandpaper. Joel’s cock was massive even with his height and broad frame. It was big to the point that even under different circumstances you'd find it terrifying. The head was deep dusty pink, slit glistening with beads of precum. He was thick, veins covering the shaft made it look even bigger and more intimidating. You tried to swallow with your tongue still licking air, but your throat just contracted, walls sticking to each other unpleasantly.

"You look hungry, little one,” Joel barked a laugh, “let me help you with that.”

He slapped his dick on your tongue, letting you feel the weight of it, before leaning back and furrowing his brows. Joel looked at you, your pathetic position sent shivers down his spine. There was just this one little thing… Before you could even brace yourself, you felt before seeing him spitting directly onto your tongue, and then putting his cock back where he thought it belonged. “Oh, yeah,” he almost sang with pleasure, “that’s better, isn't it?”

You just stayed still, getting used to the foreign weight in your mouth, the meat of his cock filling you completely even though you saw he wasn't halfway in. His hips rocked violently, the tip hitting the back of your throat and he threw his head back. His moan would be deafening if it didn't drown in the sound of you gagging and coughing. You knew that if you'd had anything to eat in the last few days it'd be already all over him. Reflexively, you pushed back as far as you could with your hands tied behind your back. One second his cock fell out of your mouth, and the next a loud slap and a burning sensation on your left cheek made tears spring out of your eyes.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, hm?” Joel grabbed your cheeks painfully squeezing them between his fingers and yanked you back so hard that your face met his crotch. “Stupid fucking slut," his hand twisted in your hair, roping it around his fist. “We're just getting started.” 

You didn't know if he was offended or excited by your physical reaction, but the next time he snapped his cock into your mouth he went even rougher, keeping you tightly pressed even when you started coughing and suffocating on it.

"You either control your breath or you're gonna die on my fat cock, baby.”

His tone was playful, but by the way he gripped your head you knew he was dead serious. You tried to calculate his rhythm and the intensity of his thrusts to get a small window of opportunity to get some air into your lungs even if the air you breathed was filling you with the man just as much. The heavy odor of his musk and a salty hint of sweat.

With each movement of his hips he filled you a little bit more, you were almost grateful to him for not trying to squeeze his whole dick into your throat in one thrust. You didn't know if minutes passed, or hours, the only thing you felt was the overwhelming thickness of his cock in your throat and the pulsating sensation when he stayed inside it for a moment too long. He moaned, enjoying the feeling of your throat contracting around his aching shaft, trying to violently push it out when he forced it to stay in place. 

"Fuck, little one, I might just stay in your throat forever.” He whispered harshly, and it felt like his grip on your head became almost gentle as he let go of your hair and scratched the back of your skull with blunt fingernails.

By the time he pulled his cock out of your mouth you thought this was never going to end. You felt your throat burning, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as you tried to catch your breath, tears streamed down your cheeks in an uncontrollable stream. 

"Not bad for a first, hm, baby?" 

You couldn't answer, vocal chords betraying you, but Joel wasn't one to talk into the void. Once again he grabbed you by the hair, yanking it so hard you could swear he ripped a strand or two as he forced you to make eye-contact with him, his glistening cock a threat in front of your lips. "I asked you a fucking question."

"Yes." Your voice was hoarse and barely above whisper.

"Yes what, slut?"

"Yes, Sir."

Talking hurt even more than swallowing his massive shaft down your throat, it was like sandpaper scraping open wounds. Of course he couldn't pass up an opportunity to mention it.

"Got my little cockslut's throat fucked up, didn't I?" His smile was full of animalistic pride as he tutted and shook his head. Joel reached for your cheek with his hand and you braced yourself for another slap, but only a cruelly gentle caress followed. "It's okay, little one, I have the perfect medicine that's gonna cure all the soreness. Open up," he patted your chin, "come on, fucktoy, I'm not going to repeat myself."

As soon as you opened your trembling lips that were already torn on the edges from his abuse, he was quick to shove his cock inside your warmth. By the way you felt it throb on your tongue as it slid further down your throat, you knew that he was close. The man above you was groaning, with every violent thrust of his hips the rough material of his jeans met your burning skin, making you wince. You felt his hand slowly descend from the back of your head and curl around your throat. It was huge, big enough to easily grab half of your neck. You were barely able to inhale between his thrusts and you were terrified that if he squeezed you a bit harder he'd just end up shooting a load down a corpse's throat. But it wasn't his intention. Instead, he tightened his grip just right to feel his cock down your throat but at the same time not cutting off your air flow completely. 

“Ughh,” his groan was primal, reverberating from the depths of his chest and vibrating through all of his body. "Perfect. Fucking. Slut.” Each word was accentuated with a thrust, deeper and deeper, you wouldn’t be surprised if your chin was bruised from his efforts already. He squeezed your throat harder than before and moaned as he could almost feel his thick and salty load dripping down the inside of your throat. When you started thrashing, he finally noticed that your face got dangerously purple from the lack of breathing and pulled out, opting to squeeze your bruised cheeks instead. 

"That's it, baby, good job." He cooed with a sick sweetness. "You need some training, but it's okay. We've got all the time in the world, and I'm an excellent teacher."

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[feistyfreaks]

𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖞 𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖞’𝖘 🍆💦

: ̗̀➛ content: dilf!miguel x f!reader, sorta cnc/dubcon, creampie, unprotected sex, PinV, fingering, swearing, n i think that’s it 👾

(spanish not translated 😋)

you leaned over the counter chewing on some grape flavored gum, working the night shift at the seven eleven’s gas station. you would admit it was boring..but you worked night shifts since it fit best with your schedule, you could really use the money to pay off your tuition. you had too much on your plate as a college student.

just then the door chimed, someone walking in as you stood up, fixing your posture. a tall latino — and hella broad man walked up to you with a box of coronas in his hand, throwing it on the counter and handing you a fifty dollar bill.

“id?” you asked, staring at him with a forced smile on your face. he sighed, stuffing his large hand into his pocket. “fuck i forgot it” he exhaled. “uhm..well then i can’t let you walk out with that sir” you mumbled. “isn’t there anything else you could do princesa?” he scoffed, crossing his arms at you.

you where left speechless as you blinked at him, totally dumbfounded. but you took the time to examine the mans features.

dark brown eyes, furrowed brows, messy hair. — you were pretty sure this man could be someone’s daddy, but that didn’t bother you since you thought the older the better. you stared longer than you intended to.

you didn’t know what to say or do in this situation. your manager just told you to ask for the costumers id when purchasing alcohol, and were prohibited to sell anyone the beverage without proof of age. but just when you were about to sort something out.. “dammit” he grunted, slamming you onto the counter, bending you over as you gasped, snapping you out of your thoughts. “how old do i fucking look huh?” he tsked, slapping your ass.

“a-ah! sir i’m just doing my job! it’s a store policy” you whined making him smirk. he raised his hand to slap your naughty cunt lewdly, earning a shocked squeal from you.

well this was arousing you for some reason…

“well fuck this stupid policy..oh.. you like being slapped here huh?” the man mocked, this time spanking your clit. “sir!” you gasped, squirming underneath his strong hold. he tugged at your wrists and pinned them behind your lower back as pathetic pleas poured out of your mouth.

he chuckled lowly, into your ear. his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and in a matter of seconds he tore your panties apart. “what’re you doing?!”

“relax mami, let me make you feel good”

you gulped as you felt slick warm finger pads rub at your exposed nub, his digits rubbed different places to find what you liked most based on your breathing and how you gripped the counters edge.

his other hand reached to feel your breast, squishing and toying with it whilst flicking your sensitive nipple. once you were naturally lubed up and wet enough he slipped two digits into your puckered hole, already setting a slow and steady pace for you. you felt good, so good with the way he was handling you. his thick fingers wasn’t enough though - you began to dream of all the pornographic shit he could do to you and that only excited you further.

“need more, i need more” you huffed out in heat, “think you can take this monstrosity of a dick?”

“give me anything you have to offer”

with that he replaced his fingers with his cock, slapping his girthy meat on your pussy before sliding the mushroom tip in. he pushed further until he was halfway in, tip already pushing past your cervix slightly. it stung from the way you were being stretched out so lewdly but it felt good to be fully stuffed to the brim.

his fingers kneaded with your clit, distracting you from the pain as his praises soothed you.

“you’re gonna take it like a good girl you piece of shit” he spat, voice coming out raspy. once you’ve adjusted to his size, he grinds into you. your body obeying his command like some fuck puppet.

“mmfuck—mnghh” you moaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he threw your leg over and onto the counter.

“yeah? like that? que linda~” he praised, hips snapping into you from behind, manhandling you. chuckling from how your ass recoiled when he thrusts into you with force. pulling out just till the tip stays in and slams rhythmically over n over making your head go dizzy and vision go hazy.

“think you take it all?” he sneered, gripping your wrists tighter, his other hand reaching down to rub your clit making you jump, accidentally swallowing your gum.

you hummed in agreement, letting yourself get used by some hot stranger, realizing you never actually got the guy’s name cs you were too busy fixated and focused on that high you so desperately wanted—correction* needed.

you were pretty sure your cervix would be bruised by morning from how rough he was being — but look at you enjoying it like the whore you were.

“such a fucking slut” he degraded, his plum finding your sweet spot making you yelp out in euphoria.

he angled his thrust towards your g-spot, his thick head repeatedly abusing it, it was all too much. your mind going dizzy with lust. - shit you couldn’t take it anymore, it was only a matter of time before you shattered into pieces.

“fuck fuck fuck i’m cumming!” your words came out slurred.

easy, he’s got you where he wanted — girls like you were so easy to take advantage of.

you milked the hotties dick as he followed behind you with a messy creampie. you purred from the intense orgasm, dumbfounded but you weren’t complaining. you’ve been needing a good fuck after all.

pulling out he slapped his length against your dripping cunt.

“gracias cariño, lo necesitaba.”

he tucked himself back into his pants as you stood there quivering. pathetically trying to get a hold of yourself as you were melting like putty. 

heading out he grabbed the box of coronas, stashing a couple a hundreds on the counter. “the extra’s for you, muñeca” he winked.

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[ladythornofrivia]

MY SCAVENGER || Kylo Ren!Aemond x Rey!Reader

a/n: i’ve been thinking about what one-shot I should do next. Though I’m currently writing Saltburn fanfic, I love Star Wars. Even Reylo! Have fun reading! (Some dialogue in the beginning doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to the movie.)

warnings: interrogation, torture kink, lust at first sight, breeding kink, p in v sex, fight scene, violence, aemond has issues, loss of virginity, aemond is a d*ck, kink size, obsessive aemond, dom/sub, aemond not only uses the power of force on reader but also with his d*ck. Bl*wjob, degradation kink, creampie

pair: aemond x reader

Somewhere in the galaxy far away, the leader of the First Order, Aemond Targaryen, was hunting for the map that’ll lead him to Daemon Targaryen, the last Jedi ever existed. Or so he believed.

While Aemond knew the legends of his uncle and his journey as a Jedi warrior, but those who commanded under Aemond’s order and leadership, not a soul in a galaxy believed Daemon ever existed, not in the history textbooks or screens. The stormtroopers only meant to serve their skilled leader.

As young as he was, Aemond Targaryen is known for his cold and calculating nature. He kept his helmet on, under any circumstances, and wields a red lightsaber. Tall and lethal, no one really knew what he looked like—it left to the imagination far and wide, leading his troops picturing of his appearance. Aemond wouldn’t dare make his troops or his other commanding officers enter his private quarters.

In the galaxy, everyone feared him.

Until you.

A nobody living in the stories of galaxy.

Hunting for scraps and leftovers for the sake of small profit to keep on living. Finding rare scraps in Jakku, was meddlesome. A nightmare. Filled in stacks of desert sand and humid waves lingered and pierced your skin.

Deserted land has been your home. And in your home, inside the AT-AT Walker, after you scratch another tally mark on the metallic wall, you cooked a loaf of bread and fried vegetables and scraps of thin meat. You wondered when your life will begin anew with reborn purpose. A nobody, in the galactic space, hoped your family would return.

You hoped that your life isn’t meaningless.

Jakku has been destroyed; in chaos, you’re forced to leave—of taking refuge, but more companions in your journey agreed that Jakku is nothing but a junkyard, and there you met a legendary shooter and a Wookie Warrior. But the plans failed.

For Aemond Targaryen spotted the map to Daemon Tarygaryen’s location. But the expectant acquirance wasn’t the astromech, droid BB8, rather, something far more interesting.

Aemond captured you—after minutes of chase and defense in the thickened forest. “Bring the girl,” he ordered, as your body fell to unconsciousness by the force, as he carried you and fled away with his ship, brought you to the First Order base, entrapped in metal straps as soon as you woke up.

Luminous lights and thick air provoked your tightened lungs to breath and your skin had broken a perspiration.

The doors opened, unveiling a tall, dark figure between the gaps of archway. Stomping on his shoes echoed until became nothing.

“Where are the others?” you asked, rasping, eyes hazed.

“You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves and cravens you call friends,” he said, taunting, his voice was nearly a merry. “You’ll be in such a relief that I have no clue to where they are.”

The reflection of his mask stared back at you. “You still want to murder me—challenge me,” he assumed.

“Well, that’s what happens if you’ve been chased and captured by the monstrous creature in a mask,” you snapped, low voice laced with venom.

His mask has taken off, long silk strands of silver-blond hair flowed over his chest, as the violet eye and the substitution of his sapphire gleamed at you. For a second, you never thought that your captor is skilled fighter, but it’s also young—young and handsome. His milky skin aglow, a good correlation to his deep stone wedged on the empty socket of his amputated eye, lined with scar that is faded. Outline of his jaw sharpened, shadowed as he strode closer to you.

Thundered, his mask dropped at a nearby stand, the grey sand flew and dissipated as his lithe frame inched closer.

“The droid,” he said, almost frantic. “Tell me about the droid. I know the droid has the map to Daemon Targaryen. Ever heard of him?”

Looking at his eye, you shook your head, “Never heard of him,” you answered, the illuminated lights flashed over your eyelids each time you blinked.

Aemond inched his face closer. “Your heart beat is pounding awfully loud.”

“Must be the heat,” you retorted.

He chuckled. “What a clever liar you are. But not clever enough. Now, tell me about the droid.”

“He’s a BB Unit with a Selenium Drive with a Thermal Hyperscan Vindicator.”

“It’s carrying a navigational chart, which the droid possesses the map.” His head tilted. “You, a scavenger, living on Jakku—a deserted planet with nothing to offer.” His face leaned closer. “You know I can take what I want.”

You swallowed, eyes flicking at his smooth pink-colored lips.

“My,” he said, licking his lower lip. “It appears you have some sort of interest in me, showed no signs of fear.”

You looked away, face reddened from the strict heat in the room and the huskiness in his voice. His hand outreached to your side temple, though no contact. You felt the Force strengthened and battled against the mobility of your system.

“You’re lonely. Alone and desperate. Waiting for someone to show up and rescue you. Waiting for someone to lead you out from the land, from the galaxy and into the great land with trees and life. I can sense the anger…not only that…something far more…delicate…in the matter based on your compromising position,” he cooed.

You resisted, of course, but your energy drained quicker.

His body leaned back, taking a good look of your exasperated form. “Tell you what, I’ll release you, but only if you can give something to me, in one condition.”

You (e/c) locked onto his. “And what would that be?”

Only the corners of Aemond’s lips curled.

“Please, no,” you begged, wrists tied up behind your back while Aemond was sitting on a spare chair, his thick and lithe legs spread wide while you’re in between them, knees already hurting.

“Shhh, trust me, my little scavenger,” he cooed again, his gloved hand flattened behind your head and dragged it downward. “So, are you going to be my good woman, or do I have show you the force again?”

Gulping, you succumbed at his voice. Maybe another way of his “force”.

“Good woman,” he praised, and unzipped his black trousers, his long and thick cock sprung out it nearly hit your cheek below the eye. “Sorry, darling, my cock couldn’t help but to view at the sight of you,” he said, smirking, tugging your locks, hauling you closer to his engorged tip, leaking. Your lips opened, taken his length in, choking. It felt as if your eating a whole uncut rod—or a thicker lightsaber. “All trapped underneath me, my power. The force within can’t abide much later.”

Gagging proceeded in your throat, but you took his length in precarious and fervent care.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his other hand flicked, the force brought your head down further to the end of his swollen cock, his large balls. “Argh! That’s…it.”

It was impressive for him to not only deal with a woman with capable resistance, but also has a coy nature she has been hiding—a tease.

The force no longer hostage you; your mouth watered as you took his cock well, swallowing the taste of his flesh, his warm flesh. Oh, how delightful. You never dealt a Jedi or a commander to have desirable or naughty urges. But you figured that even the force cannot contain beastly urges of a man. Aemond was one. But, has he ever been a woman before you? Jealousy pitted down on your heated belly, flickering.

It felt so wrong, but, your heart was aching for him, despite “meeting” under the matters of selfish urgency and a brink of death.

Aemond sighed, his silver-blond locks befallen on his broad and lean backside, his throat bobbed, heaving and sighing at your warm and slick mouth.

“Your thoughts are troubling you again,” he said. “No, I have never been with a woman.”

You doubted. Tortured at the thought of a previous woman, a torture where a previous woman might do better than you—an inexperienced scavenger.

“I never lie,” he said. His index finger flicked, and the hair ties on your head casted, your longish locks flowed, nesrly covering up your breast. “In fact, I never did.”

Semen spurted in your slippery mouth.

“Take it all in, darling,” he encouraged, hearing your throat quenched its thirst, smothered in his slick and spurt of his thick semen.

The room became hotter as Aemond strapped your wrists above your head onto the prison bed.

“Stay still, woman,” he grunted, his lips inched downward to yours, seeing if the pace of his breath matched with yours.

Your chest steadied from a grasping breath you tried to behold with gentleness. Aemond sensed it, too.

“You’re steady…Good.” And plunged his suppled lips to yours, caging your soft ragged breaths, playing your tongue with his, heavy sighs played out in the air, his palm snuck in your cloth, smooth fingertips tracing the lines of your stomach, the soft steep of ribcage.

“With you under my protection, nothing can go wrong, little scavenger,” he said, his tucked hand withdrew, and flicked a sharp movement, and your clothes shred and tossed across the room under his Force.

Gasping, Aemond silenced your lips again under a deep passion. A sheer underwear tucked your maidenhood. Frustrated, Aemond snatched and ripped in one swoop, his cock engorged twice, hardened, his throat dried and croaked at the sight of your flawless beauty, picturing the lines of stretch marks on your lower belly from the swollen pregnancy. Aemond thought beforehand that if the First Order has been under siege, in one way to promote a difficult position that couldn’t diffuse, he needed an heir, an heir of a stronger, faster and more calculating version of himself.

“Hold on, scavenger, I’m sure this will be painful for you, but you’ll grow to love the feeling of my cock, grinding inside your walls. How do you feel now, little woman? Are you willing to give an heir for me?”

You gasped. There was so much life ahead of you. Unsure of his words, you were sure he’s crazy to know that one, obtaining pregnancy is scandalous—especially if a father is a notorious leader. He could be killed, and could be tortured or his enemies will use you and the child to proceed their victory to reach Aemond.

Gulping and vibrating under him, you uttered. “Why me?”

Your heart is torn in half. What if Aemond is only using you as a spare time hobby? What if he’ll soon find a lover who’s more beautiful and mature and not childlike like you, and for you to be thrown in the dark and be forgotten? Numerous possibilities rushing in your mind—and halted—when Aemond said, “I won’t betray you. Betraying is the enemy’s job.”

“But you’re the enemy,” you remarked.

“In this room, you’ll only see the real me, as the real Aemond, a beast hidden in a skin of a man,” he murmured. “I must have you,” he grunted, pushing his cock into your constricted folds, pumping and sliding in a tremendous pace that the bed rocked.

Moans ascended in the roofs, Aemond’s quiet grunts entered through your ears. Your legs wrapped around his slender waist, bobbing as his powerful thrusts electrified your drenched walls.

Your eyes lulled, but Aemond grasped your face and aligned it to his, violet eye narrowed. “Look at me as I fuck you good—heavy and fast. Your belly will soon swell with a future Jedi, a more powerful warrior than any good-for-nothing troops in the galaxy.”

His legs ached as his one hand untied the knot on your wrist and hauled your body up for you to snuggle him, bed rocking continuously as your voice rasped, airily sighing with your eyes closed, almost seeing pink stars swirling in your closed lids, your mouth sucked Aemond’s neck, offered a low hiss through his teeth.

“That’s it, my good angel,” Aemond purred,the flat of his large hands enveloped and motioned against your naked back. The heat in the room faded, the coldness bumped into your bare flesh; the air condition is activated, encouraged your warm bodies to go at full speed.

“Aemond,” you moaned, head threw back.

Aemond’s pace became sloppy, staggered at you calling his name. “Say it again, my darling scavenger. Say my name.”

“Aemond…Aemond,” your hips gyrated, in pleasurable heat.

His lips curved. “I knew you would love it eventually.”

“Need you to come…inside me..in me…on me…in my mouth or face. Fuck me good,” you begged, corner of your lips salivating, tongue buds prickling, in hopes to taste his cock again.

But you missed the part where Aemond’s eye gleamed in darkened shade, in secret thrill.

Grabbing your hips, nails deepened and bruised your flesh and bones as his thrusts shoved harder, sending your voice wailing through the roof. You were sure that the Stormtroopers would stop and listen over your voice. Aemond couldn’t care less; he loved seeing you like this.

“Almost there, my scavenger,” he groaned, kissing your cheek, last few rounds set in; your arms slightly flailed yet gripped around his neck, face nuzzled onto his lean neck as he blasted hot white liquid inside you.

Kissing on several spots on your face, Aemond tugged your body down with him, with your side profile pressed against his chest, his hand rested on your back head while the other brushed your back.

“The child will soon grow into you,” he reminded.

“What about the droid?” you asked, puzzled.

Aemond scoffed. “Forget about that damn droid. It is you who I am enamored to, who I am now devoted to.”

“Is this the power of force?”

“No, this is my love yearning for someone—for you, my sweet,” he said. “The force is neither the army nor the galaxy. The force is within us, and only us can gather. The force can sometimes break us.”

“You didn’t break me,” you noted, admiring his sapphire eye.

Aemond smiled. “No, but you tamed the force within me.”

And you both shared a tender kiss under dimmed light.

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[loganbcrnes]

Hello! I have an idea for a Logan x F reader story. I’ve always thought it’d be funny if Logan got so worked up while doing the deed and he breaks the bed frame and both him and the reader laugh it off in good fun.

So sorry it took so long to write this! Enjoy!

Pairing: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x fem!reader

Requested: yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, little bit of praise, daddy kink, hard sex, jealousy, bed gets broken, possessiveness (not toxic), body type & ethnicity isn't mentioned.

Word count: 1,662

“I was NOT flirting with him! How many times do I need to tell you that?” you scolded. “Don’t act stupid, I saw you laughing with him.” Logan grumbled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

“So what?, I work with him Lo, he just said something funny. I can’t believe you’re assuming such…thoughts, and I’m not stupid!” You look up at him. By now, you were getting annoyed. Daniel was…nice, but he was also a creep that didn’t understand you were not interested, not that were you available anyways.

“I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you. He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat” Logan had a fixed glare on his face as he kept driving. You sighed and reached your hand onto his thigh, feeling the tight muscles clench. “You know I love you, you’ve got nothing to be jealous about, maybe you shouldn't have been so busy talking to your buddies” Leaning back towards the window. Logan sucked in a breathe, he turned to face you and let out a scowl whilst shaking his head.

“Wait until we get back home Princess, I’ll show you who you belong to.” Logan grumbled darkly. You let out a quiet gasp, he words he uttered sent shocks right to your core. you loved it when Logan got possessive.

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Logan walks into the bedroom carrying you with your legs wrapped around his waist. He places you onto the bed. "Strip down to your panties and lay down with your head over the edge," He commands, to which you immediately comply. He stands behind you while you look up at him, anticipating his next order. “What do ya’ want, Bub? Hmm? Want me to touch ya’? Fuck ya’ hard enough until your crying for me to stop? Is that what’chu want?” he caressed his thumb against your cheek. “Yes, please, daddy. I promise I’ll be good.” You begged, your breathe shaking. Logan hummed in consideration. “I really didn’t like that jerk talking to you..gonna show ya’ who ya’ belong to, bub.” His voice was so calm, it made your heart beat so fast. You watched as Logan walked to the bedside table to take out some lube, he place it beside you head. "Put your hand down your panties," Logan orders, his eyes scanning your body. "Rub that little pussy for me. Just like you were doing this morning." With a deep breath, you slip your hand past your underwear, before finding your throbbing clit and rubbing small, quick circles onto it. You watch Logan as he stripped out of his checked shirt. You bite your lip, relishing the view of his muscled body on display just for you, only you. It made your clit throb even harder to the point it nearly hurt. "That's my girl," He mumbles, your heart skipping a beat at the praise, before the delicious sound of his belt buckle opening fills your ears. "I'm giving you what you want, but you gotta give daddy what he wants too, bub." He takes out his hard thick cock and brings it to your lips. You suck on the mushroom head, twirling your tongue over the slit. You hear Logan groan. Not bothering with letting you slowly adjust and instead pushing it into your mouth. His balls touches your chin when his tip hits the back of your throat. He quickens the pace and begins fucking your face. Small whimpers escape around his cock as you continue playing with yourself. He leans down squeezing your tit and pinching your nipple between his fingers. "That's it, keep going," He says, letting out a groan. "Keep rubbing that pussy like the dirty whore you are. Get so wet just from sucking on daddy's cock, huh? Fucking choke on it, Princess, that's a good girl." Logan loves the sight of your drool spilling out your mouth and pouring up your cheeks, where it meets your tears. His precum mixes in with your saliva, coating your skin while you continue to gag on his big dick. You rub your clit faster, feeling your pleasure build up. "Make yourself cum," He orders gravely, fucking your throat harder. "Now." His gruff command pushes you to the edge and soon you're cumming all over your own fingers, whining onto his cock. You shudder a little, gasping when he pulls his cock out of your mouth. “Good girl.” He praises you. “Now, get on your back and spread your legs.” You do as he’s told not wanting to waste any more time. Logan squirts lube onto his cock, making wet noises as strokes himself, tightening his grip at the base as he watches you spread your legs, your throbbing cunt on display. Logan’s powerful body casts a shadow over you. He stands there in all of his glory, stroking his wet cock and just watching you. he seemed intimidating, like the deadly man you knew he was, who’s killed hundreds of people. He looked threatening in a way that made your arousal flood your senses.

Climbing over you so that his face was level with your stomach, he spoke low now, his voice tight and thick with lust, you felt his words deep inside, as the hunger pooled between your thighs. He followed up your stomach with hot trailing, kisses. ‘Mmm, how do you want it baby?’ He asked quietly, “…Want me to mark ya’ all up?” kiss You were groaning now, squirming beneath him and his stubble and sideburns tickled your skin. He reached your neck, nipping it then grinned salaciously into your hooded eyes. “Please, daddy.” You mewled. “Or you want me to fuck you rough and wild, baby? The animalistic fucking you love so much? The way that has you screaming my name? Or do I draw it out? Touch you nice and slow until you’re trembling under my hands? Begging for my cock? Even I don’t think I have the patience for that tonight.” Jesus, you moaned and gasped, bucking your hips to him, his cock rubbing against your clit, desperate for some sort of touch, grinding your body into his, silently begging him to take you. He was so good at this stupid teasing game, it wasn’t fair to play any more, you craved more than just his words, as dirty as they were. “Please…I swear to God, Logan” you growled, wanting nothing more than his thick cock inside of you.

Logan chuckled darkly, he leaned back to line up the tip of his cock at your gaping entrance. Roughly he thrusts into you not leaving you with any time to get used to his size. No matter how many times he fucks you, you’re always as tight as you were when he took your virginity. "Oh fuck yeah…daddy!" "The only reason I’m giving ya’ the satisfaction of my cock without any punishment" He hissed through gritted teeth, "…is because I can see your fuckin’ desperate for it princess, taking my cock so well, huh?" "It feels so good…ungh…fuck, exactly like that Lo, harder!" He was moving faster over you, working your body into a frenzy punctuating his words with heavy thrusts. he sucks on your nipples, sending shocks down to your core due to the sensitivity. His balls slap hard against you, you had totally lost control, practically screaming for him to go deeper, to take you body and soul, give you the orgasm you craved and end the madness that was this constant sleeplessness, hardly the serene picture of feminine dignity. The bed frame clashes against the wall with each brutal thrust. He takes a hold of the bed frame with one hand while his other grips your waist tight, leaving bruises. Without warning, the bed frame breaks, and Logan let's out a growl and throws the wood across the room, you gasp "Logan!-" You have no time to speak, because Logan sets up a fast pace once again. "Fuck, look at what you made me do, doll. God you feel amazing, made me break the fucking bed frame" He grunts when you squeeze around his cock. "Logan, god, I'm so close, please don't stop" You yelped, the broken bed frame long forgotten. Logan changes position. He grips your legs and presses them against your chest. Slapping sounds make up the room, your breathing gets heavier. You claw at his biceps, seeing the hair dampen on his chest from the sweat. The thrusting is so brutal and nearly painful as he continues fucking into your cunt. You look down and watch his cock slide in and out of you. “See that darlin’? Your pussy was made for my cock, fits so perfectly.” He sucked on your neck, leaving marks that will be noticeable tomorrow. Logan moves his fingers downwards and begins to rub harsh circles on your already sensitive clit, making you whine. “Ah, ah, Logan” You scream, the sensation in your stomach you know so well, building up. Abruptly, Logan swapped positions with you on top, when suddenly there was a loud creak, and an even louder snap. The mattress fell to the floor at an angle, sending the two of you rolling to the floor. You screamed and fell on top of him. You began laughing wildly, covering your face as you rolled to your back. “Oh, my God,” you cried out. “I can’t believe you broke our bed!” “That wasn’t all me, sweetheart,” Logan growled, but chuckled shortly after, leaning on his elbows to look down at you. “It was mostly you,” you pointed out, your hand resting on his chest. He was on his side, peppering kisses on your forehead. “Couldn’t help myself, you felt so good.” You were still laughing. “I was about to have the best orgasm of my life, Logan! That bed was made from Asgardian oak, a gift from Thor!” Logan bit your neck. “Whatever, we’ll get a new one from Ikea” “’Ikea?” you burst out laughing, “Sure, we’ll have 50 broken beds by the end of the year and its October.” Logan moved to straddle you, pinning your arms above your head, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Hmmm, then what do you purpose we do then, doll?” “We could ask Tony if he has some vibranium to make a bed?” Logan chuckled at the suggestion and rolled his eyes. He leaned down, kissing you breathless before you could make another sound. “Why don’t we finish this off in the shower, hmm?” Logan suggested with dark smile. You could never resist that smile.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lonely Souls Club 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: he back.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Bucky

Bucky sits on the bench, head hanging as his knees splay wide, the thick soles of his boots planted on the metal floor. The jet whirs loudly as it cuts through the air.

Sam lets out another unceremonious belch and covers his mouth as he clutches his stomach. He shakes it off as the other man curls his fingers before slowly unfurling them, watching the deliberate movements as if hypnotised.

"How in the hell do you get air sick?" Bucky snorts.

"The wings are... nicer," Sam shrugs, "whatever, I just had some bad street meat."

"I told you not to go to that place."

"Yeah well, some of us like to enjoy ourselves," Sam retorts. "What's gotten into you anyway? You're crustier than usual."

Bucky grumbles but doesn't say anything. He's impatient for this thing to be over. It wasn't enough to land in Luxembourg and Berlin, now they gotta head over to Prague. This wasn't in the briefing.

"Seriously, dude, I know brooding is your whole thing but you need to lighten up. Shit's getting dark," Sam reprimands.

"I'm not brooding," Bucky sits up, rolling his shoulders.

"Sure," the scoff is thick and dismissive. Sam is quiet as he checks the bulky watch on his wrist; it's really more than that, it's his command center. "Wait, what about that girl?"

"What girl?" Bucky's heart throbs as the tendon in his neck pulses.

"The one you were asking advice about. Is that it? You blew it, didn't you?" Sam snickers, "Buck, dames ain't what they used ta be," the old-timey accent has Bucky's fist closing again.

"Shut up," he snarls, "it's not a girl."

A cluck as Sam sits back and smirks, "sure, dude, I totally believe you."

"Stop."

"At least tell me what you did wrong? You know, girls don't like going to the woods with strange men, I said that before."

"Sam."

"James," Sam taunts.

"Don't," a vibranium finger comes within inches of the grinning lips, "I told you... enough." Bucky sits back and retracts his hand, crossing his arms as he grits his teeth, "I didn't blow it."

"Not yet," he partner and only friend chirps, "we'll see."

Bucky sighs and looks away. His stomach pits as he tries to hide his anxiety. He's barely been able to check in with Sam in his face and all this running around. It's been almost a week and it's killing him to be so far away. What if something happens and he's not there? He'd never forgive himself and neither could she.

"Hey," Sam taps him with his knuckles lightly, "I'm teasing. Really, I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm not upset," Bucky protests, "I'm tired as fuck. Just wanna get this done with."

Reader

The birds nesting above your front window wake you up. The sun slats in brightly between the curtains as you roll over with effort, setting your hips straight with a grunt. You brace your pelvis as you try to stretch out what can't be stretched out. You whimper and bend your legs, one at a time, and raise your arms above your head. You don't want to get up but it's shopping day and you want to beat the rush.

It takes a while for you to get ready for the day. You don't go very far, just to the shop down the block. Their selection is limited but so is your budget.

You get your purse and strap it across your torso. As you near the door, you falter, a pang nearly sending you to your knees. You grasp the door frame and whine, taking the weight off your left leg. You're starting to think you might need to talk to the doctor about that cane. You didn't want to give in that easily but being stubborn isn't making it any better.

You lean on the wall and pull the door inward, unlocking the outer iron grate and pushing through. As you do, something clatters behind you, drawing a gaspy squeak from your lips. You turn to look down at the object as your keys dangle from your grip. You focus on locking both doors first.

You turn and stare down at the thing... you're not quite sure what it is at first. You strain as you bend to pick it up and rest it against the brick. It's some sort of shopping bag.

The handle extends up as it connects to four wheels. You unfold the metal cage lined with patterned fabric and let it stand on its own. You touch the handle, wrapped with some sort of protective rubber. How did it get there?

As you examine the misplaced cart, you see a small ribbon around the handle, dangling just inside the corner of the basket. You tug it up and find a tag on it. There, written by hand, is your name, and a short message.

'To make things a bit easier.'

You blink. Who would do this? You can only think your neighbours might have donated it but you never really talked to them. The mother was always too busy yelling at her children and her husband never said a word. There's nothing on the back, no sign-off, no name...

You wonder if you should accept it. It feels strange. You already live off of a government stipend, you shouldn't be taking handouts from strangers. Still, it's very helpful.

Your hip aches again, and you shudder. You turn the cart and grasp the handle, testing the stability. You don't know if you can make it back with your usual hot, as meagre as it may be. You're talking yourself into this, but it doesn't take much. Whoever left it, you'll have to thank them somehow.

Bucky

He watches her examine the cart. She's skeptical as she unfolds it and hesitates to do more than that. Is it too much? He thought it was such a good idea when he saw it at the store, and it's not very much at all, is it?

He lets out his breath as she twists the cart around and gives it a small nudge. She rolls it cautiously towards the alley and he puts the phone away. He waits across the street as she emerges from the alley and veers in the opposite direction. He doesn't move right away. She'll be on alert now. Little steps, not all at once.

He follows her, staying on the other side of the street, slinking like a cat as he watches her lean on the cart so that she nearly tips it. She rights herself and continues on, taking the next corner. Her gait is slow and uneven but he's patient. It means he gets to spend more time with her.

She hits the button for the automatic door and enters the small grocer. He waits five minutes before he trails in after her. He takes a basket, trying to blend in as he strolls through the bread section. It's desolate as only staff members scatter through the aisles, stocking shelves in their down time.

He grabs a loaf of rye; he'd wanted grilled cheese the other day but he was all out of bread. And cheese for that matter. He held off shopping so that they could go together.

He finds her by the canned soups. There's a four-for-three special. Given the quality, it's not a very good sale. She shouldn't be eating that acidic garbage. One day, he'll make sure, she doesn't have to. He just needs to wait.

He stays at the far end of the aisle as she picks four flavours. He peeks down at the labels; ham and pea, minestrone, Italian wedding, and classic chicken noodle. Noted.

She carries on but he lingers, fighting himself. He just wants to watch her every move, he wants to be right there beside her, going down a list as they plan their days together. 'Don't worry, doll, I'll cook tonight.'

He shakes off the fantasy and steps out of the aisle, only for something to rattle into him. He catches the basket of the rolling cart and his mouth falls open as he faces her. He didn't expect her to come back this way. Oh god.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she utters squeakily, "I didn't see you--"

"No, it's... okay," he's almost breathless as he pulls his gloved grip from the cart, "I wasn't looking."

He sidesteps her, heart racing, and quickly strides past her. He can hear her own pulse running wild. She doesn't move right away and he worries. The cart hit him hard, had it hurt her?

She rolls on and stops at the endcap, browsing the boxes of instant oats on sale. She searches and looks up, reaching for the cheaper options. A small bag which could last two weeks with a bit of rationing. She slips flat back on her soles and catches herself on the shelf. She can't reach.

He looks down and rubs his neck. He shouldn't but he has too. He crosses to her and reaches for the bag she wants. He takes it and offers it to her. She sputters out a mousy thanks. Her fingers brush his as she accepts it.

"No problem," he mutters and backs away, almost as if scalded.

He feels her looking at him, just for a moment, then she continues on to the discounted stack of tuna cans. His blood is like fire, boiling inside of him as he curses the damned gloves. He wish he could've felt her touch for real.

He has to get out of there. He rushes up to the cashier and puts his basket on the belt. He doesn't even care about it all. He just knows if he stays, he won't be able to keep his cool. He pays without thinking as the clerk packs his things in a paper bag. The crinkle makes him flinch as he picks it up. It's too noisy for him to follow her.

So he won't. He'll wait for her at her place. Just to make sure she gets back safe.

💔

When she comes down the alley, he's there, watching. The cart rattles announcing her approach and he holds his breath until she's in sight. She's limping worse than before, using the metal frame as support.

She struggles with her keys, jingling them loudly as he aims them at the slot on the iron grate. As she pulls it open, she loses her grip and it clangs violently. She's hurting, he can tell.

She tries again, this time getting between the doors to unlock the next. She turns to drag the cart inside. The inner door is left ajar as the iron one falls shut behind her.

There's a lull and he pulls out his phone to see what she's doing. She rolls the cart to the kitchen and shuffles around in a drawer. She pauses to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand. Is she crying?

She takes out a small paper pad and a pen. She scratches the nib until ink comes out then writes across it. He's confused.

She finishes and tears away the top page. She turns to hobble through the house and comes back outside. She passes through the iron door and peers around. She grips the ragged brick and bends, placing the folded paper where he'd left the cart.

She retreats inside, the door slamming louder than before. The inside door locks and he sees her on his phone screen collapse against the other side. His chest rents as he longs to burst in and scoop her up.

He can't. She's not ready. He heard it in her heartbeat. Like him, she's been alone so long, that the idea of change is scary. No, he needs to make her see that he can help her. He can take care of her.

He'll wait until he's sure she's not listening. Then he'll go see what she wrote.

#dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #the lonely souls club #marvel #mcu #captain america #falcon and the winter soldier #avengers

[biscuitsngravie]

"filthy."

nanami x reader

cw: nanami x reader, bondage, edging (kinda?), hair pulling, teasing, degradation, humiliation

wc: 446

Nanami's thick, throbbing dick, leaking precum on the floor in front of you. You just out of reach, tied with your hands behind your back and on your knees. You watch it subtly twitch with it's angry red tip, the slit oozing as it begs for attention. You have to watch it all go to waste and stain the floor beneath you because in his words, "Slutty little brats don't deserve my cum."

He smacks you across the thighs when he notices them rubbing together to soothe the aching in that filthy pussy of yours.

If you weren't so busy moaning like a whore you'd notice the way his own thighs tensed as he listens to you between each strike. He's just short of rutting into your air as you apologize, drawing out "Daddyyyy," like it's the only word you know. If you weren't so busy getting off on the reddening on the meat of your thighs, you might even notice the way his nostrils flair as he watches your nipples come to small peaks; the way he squeezes the edge of the arm rest on the chair so hard he's sure he'll split the wood.

It's not until you start sniffling does he take his free hand (the one not busy intermittently smacking with the riding crop) does he finally touch his weeping dick. He hisses at first, his body tightening up before it begins to relax and buck into his hand.

his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he trembles ever so slightly, increasing the pace as he chases his high. his hand isn't as tight and warm as your cunt, but watching your waiting and needy mouth desperately trying to catch what falls is almost as gratifying.

your pliable body obeys every subtle command of his grip on your hair, even when he adjusts you so that you're just out of reach of his cum. he catches a glance at the shining that's beginning to gather between your thighs and grunts as squeezes his thumb over his slit. your silent cries of "please, Daddy," are what pushes him over the edge, causing him to come right on… the floor.

you whine as you watch him pump everything mere inches away from where your knees sit in front of you, nearly breaking out into a sob. you don't even react when he drops his grip on your hair and stalks around you, untying your restraints. the only thing bringing you back to reality from the depths of your own sorrow besides the newfound throbbing of your body as it's freed is the gruff of his voice on your ear.

"now clean it up."

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#jordussy speaks #jordussy #nanami smut #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n

[imaginethezeldaverse]

I feel like you should type up something facesitting related about Ganon to make that ask reality (as much reality as you can get with fictional characters at least)

I…………………………………………………..oh my god okay yes

(this ask is in reference to this post)

“Sit” his voice commands from under you. The ferocity and domination in his amber eyes hold you in place, however. There’s apprehension pooling in your spine; youv’e worked your courage up to this point: kneeling just above his face but being unable to lower yourself any further your current frozen state. You had expressed a concern about bearing all of your weight on his face. A statement that simply lead to his laughter and in the exact position you were presently at.

Ganondorf’s tone drops a touch, thick fingers sinking into the meat of your thigh with a hint of power, “If I have to make you, rest assured you will lose the ability to walk for the remainder of the day. Sit.”

The whimper in your throat dies as you shift slightly, “A-Are…Are you sure?”

His snickering almost sounds threatening, a mix between devious amusement and an icy taunt. His hands glide up to sit at your hips now, pulling you down just enough so your thighs have no choice but to separate. He hums, the dark purr whirring in his throat as his breath rolls over your inner thighs - ghosting over what he’s finally exposed of you. The grip on your hips tightens,

“You could not hurt me even if you tried.”

Without another word, your body was yanked downward, your knees buckling completely as his mouth slotted over your heat. Doubled over from the rush of pleasure sending shockwaves through you, your hands finding purchase wherever they can roam - which for you seems to be aimless: the sheets, the long crimson locks of his hair, even mindlessly digging your nails into his forehead at one point. Ganondorf pinned you strategically to his face, his long, lithe tongue curling and writhing inside you, drinking from you as though he was a man desperately parched. Each salacious slurp and coiled lick around where you were most sensitive had your vision dotted in fading technicolor, your fingers unfurling and remaking the same fists over and over. Your voice had gone from breathy moans to full of on out-of-breath squealing when he maneuvered your hips to drag back and forth.

“G-Ganondor-ahh!” you whined, electricity zipping through your body at a record pace. His only response was a curt chuckle before lapping at you quicker this time. You were losing control, your body winding and unwinding, before crashing into a full spasm against his lips. With all the strength you could muster, your fingers locked into his fiery tresses, tugging at his scalp. Both of your breaths hitched in unison, though below you, Ganondorf instantly recovered, devouring you still through the tidal waves of your peak. Stuck in your throat was your voice, your hips able to do little other than rock over his still active mouth. Slowly his tongue ceased its ministrations, and you found the breath you’d be holding for the past several minutes. You shivered with ecstasy, chest heaving and lip trembling from the sheer strength of your orgasm. Your hand flattened out, untangling from his locks and bracing to lift yourself off of his face.

Oh but how foolish you were.

The same impassioned amber eyes kept focus on you, like a predator to its prey. His ears remained sharp at their catch of your confused sounds, especially when you can’t move away from him because he’s locked you in place.

It’s then you realize that Ganondorf was keeping true to his words. His previous brutish timbre rolls around in your skull, the reality sinking in when you realize his fingers haven’t moved an inch since he seated you onto his face.

You could only hope he’d be so kind as to carry you later.

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[kowaiitenshii]

[Sunkiller Lullaby Part Two]

Pairing: Darth Vader X Reader

Plot Summary: Accepting your role as Lord Vader’s personal attendant, you take the first steps in learning your new duties, and proving your loyalty to your new master. 

Warnings: Canon-level violence. Mentions of death/murder. Descriptions of fear. Corruption. Canon-divergent. Unburnt!Vader. Reader is a former slave. Improper use of the force. Vader is his own warning. Descriptions of mistreatment. AFAB reader, feminine pronouns and descriptions used. 18+ content to come in later chapters.

Words: 4.2k

A/N: First off, thank you so much everyone for all the love on part one! I truly did not think so many people would enjoy it! I appreciate everyone who reblogged and liked, and I cannot wait to continue sharing this story with you. If people continue to enjoy my writing, I will most likely open up for requests/prompts!

Part One HERE

Part II:

To your dismay, you awaken to bright beams of starlight peeking through the sheer inner curtains of your suite. 

You blink in confusion as you mull over the contents of the past night’s dream, and lament the fact that it was only that; a dream. 

Sighing deeply in disappointment, you slowly rise from bed and dress yourself for the day, deciding on a deep ruby red set of robes. They’re thick and soft as you slide them on, and you decide that red really compliments you. 

You are again presented with a decadent breakfast, this time dining on exotic ripened fruits, cured strips of thinly sliced meat, and toasted breads.

When you finish, the friendly droid again kindly leads you to Lord Vader’s private chambers. 

As the doors slide open, you nearly jump out of your skin when you find your master awaiting you, staring at the door expectantly as he anticipates your arrival.

 Forcing yourself to hold your head high, you saunter into the room as nonchalantly as you can muster. Your hands shake as you approach, and you clench them tightly in an attempt to push down your building nerves. 

“Morning, young one.” he greets you coolly, his deep voice resonating through the silence. 

“Good morning, My Lord.” you reply calmly, bowing to the Sith Lord. 

He gives you an approving nod as you rise, before turning to the large window behind himself, commanding you to join him. 

“Come.” he booms simply, and you oblige him. Standing next to him only highlights the size difference between the two of you, seeing as you only reach his shoulder at the highest. 

All the lights of the room both overhead and from electric controls shine off of Vader’s helmet and armor, creating almost an aura of light which glints off of him. Your eyes are drawn to the heavy slant of his shoulders with his cape draped over, and the curve of his very evident biceps beneath his thick suit. Your face reddens slightly before you turn to face the window, feeling a measure of shame for looking at a Sith Lord in such a way. 

The two of you gaze out at the expanse of stars before you, and you can’t help but marvel at the sight. Being from a small planet and having been enslaved since you were just a young girl, you had never any chance to explore or travel, no matter how badly you may have wanted to. 

One of the things that amazes you the most as you stare out into space is the realisation that the stars are colourful.

There are stars of every colour you can imagine, and most of them are planets. Each star glittering across the sky in endless hues, they remind you of the fields of wildflowers that were common on your home-planet. 

For a fleeting moment, you imagine lying amongst the stars and wrapping yourself in a blanket made of space itself, before Vader speaks again. 

“I have arranged a test for you today.” he asserts, his tone unreadable. 

Cocking your head, you glance up at your master, questioning exactly what sort of test he had in mind. 

“We need to have the understanding that we can trust in one another if I am to take you on in personal servitude.” He explains, sensing your curiosity. 

You can feel yourself go cold as the words sink in. It could be any kind of test, and ice cold pangs of fear grip your heart as you pray you do not fail. 

Failure is simply not an option. 

The trembling in your fingers only worsens, and to your horror, Vader notices. 

He takes one of your quivering hands tightly within his own before placing the other heavy, leather-clad hand over top of yours. His touch is like holding a livewire, like nothing you had ever felt before, and it makes you jolt in your skin. 

His gaze albeit masked is fixed upon you as he speaks, the air catching in your throat. 

“I can sense your fear, your hurt. Your rage.” he says, a reassuring tone hidden in his distorted voice. “Use them. Do not fear me.” he commands, before dropping your hand like he had never touched it in the first place. 

Not fearing him was a hefty task indeed. 

You say nothing in response, swallowing thickly and flexing your fingers to rid them of the lingering sensation of his touch. 

Just then, the ship begins to descend on a barren planet. The land is desolate, clouds of smoky-coloured dust covering the rough, rocky terrain. 

You take deep breaths to steady yourself as the ship lands, still reeling from the touch along with your nerves and their gnashing teeth gnawing at the back of your mind. 

As you disembark, you can feel how tightly wound your body is with anticipation. Despite this, you diligently follow your master as he treks along the barren, grey landscape, leading you to a wide clearing in the rocky wasteland. 

All around you are boulders and crystals of enormous size, and you figure this must be an Empire-controlled resource planet. 

Looking up to the violet sky, you pray to the maker that you make it out of this in one piece. 

Vader stops at once, turning to regard you once more as you come to stand before him. 

“Before we begin,” he starts “What is your name?” he asks, striking you with the realisation that you had not yet told him, and that he almost certainly already knew it. Truthfully, you had nearly forgotten that you had a name, as more derogatory terms were commonly used to refer to slaves. It is a strange thought that Lord Vader would even care to know it. 

“(Y/N).” you answer dutifully. 

“(Y/N).” he confirms before speaking again. “As I previously stated, we must be without a shadow of a doubt that we trust in one another. I have brought you here to assess that fact.” he explains, his droning voice reverberating off of the jagged walls of the terrain surrounding you. 

Doing your best to maintain your shaken composure, you watch as the Sith Lord strides a few paces away before speaking again once more. 

“I will test you, as you will test me.” He iterates, now turning towards you and watching you for a moment. 

Rooted to the spot, you clench your shaking hands and swallow the lump in your throat, fixing your gaze upon Lord Vader.

 You will test him? What could he possibly mean by that? 

You watch in thinly veiled terror as he raises his right hand and the ashen earth around you begins to tremble. A large mass of sparkling crystal sizable enough to crush a freighter breaks away from the earth, beginning to levitate.

Stomach in knots and your mind racing, you watch in horror as it rises impossibly high and comes to a stop directly over your head. 

In your youth you had heard tales of the Jedi and the Sith, but you had always taken them with a grain of salt. It is then that you come to understand that the stories were true, and the force is more powerful than you could ever have imagined. 

Vader’s voice cuts through your frenzied train of thought, snapping you back into the moment. 

“Focus on me.” he instructs you, holding the spiked mass of crystals steady above you, pulling it higher. 

Although every atom in your body screams at you to run, you know there is no point. Wiping away the fine sweat forming on your brow, you obey your master, fixing your widened eyes upon him. 

“Feel your fear.” he commands in a guiding tone. “Feel it, and understand that I will never harm you.” 

Dread cuts into your chest like knives, and still you obey. You feel the goosebumps on every inch of your skin, your muscles poised to flee, and the fine tremble running through you in waves. 

You look upon Lord Vader who holds your life in his hands so effortlessly. Focusing on the expressionless countenance of his helmet, you envision looking into his eyes and finding unwavering certainty there. 

You stand as a statue as the massive crystal drops, time itself seeming to slow, and you don’t so much as blink when Vader catches it just before it hits.

“Very good.” Darth Vader affirms, before reeling back and launching the crystals far off into the distance; the sound of impact only coming as a murmured echo. 

Sighing a huge breath of relief, your shoulders and head droop as the tension washes away in waves. When you lift your head, the Sith Lord is in front of you again, this time holding a cylindrical silver and black object in his outstretched right hand, motioning for you to take it. 

“Do you know what this is?” he asks as you carefully take it from him, examining the activation switch on the side. 

“Yes,” you affirm as you inspect the object with great curiosity. “It is a lightsaber.” 

You had seen them in use only once when your planet was under siege, but you had also seen them traded by smugglers a handful of times.

 However, you had never held one. The metal is cool to the touch, and it is deceptively heavy in your hands as you marvel at it, turning it over and over in your hands. 

“Turn it on.” Vader demands, cutting your observation short. You swallow your nerves, holding the lightsaber in your right hand and placing your thumb over the switch. You jump as you press it, the glowing crimson plasma blade instantly shooting out with a sharp sound.

The glowing saber incandesces between the two of you, red light illuminating Vader’s ominous visage. 

“Good. Now off.” he directs, and you obey immediately. 

“Now, we test my faith in you.” he states intently, stepping closer and closer until he is merely an arm’s length away, looming expectantly over you. 

Stomach tingling and your mind blank, you watch as he harshly grips the wrist of your right hand and presses the unarmed lightsaber against the blinking control panel on his chestplate, the shocking sensation of his touch feeling a million miles away. 

Staring at where the hilt of the blade rests against his armor, you have the cold understanding that you could kill him right now. 

You could kill him, and yet it would do nothing to change your fate. 

It takes a moment to realise he’s staring at you before you look up to meet the blank gaze of his mask. Somehow you can feel it in him, the faith he has in you and the understanding that killing him would not save you. 

You’re like that for a moment, staring at each other and listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing before he steps away, and you hand the lightsaber back to him. 

“Well done.” he praises as he beckons you to follow. “Come. We are done here.” 

You both board Lord Vader’s ship once again, your mind and emotions still reeling from the stress of the situation you just managed to live through as he calmly leads you to his chambers.

“Make yourself comfortable.” he orders as you enter the room, and you waste no time in shrugging off your outermost robe, leaving on your cowl and belted underdress. Plopping wearily onto one of the long couches in the room, you notice that it’s notably firmer than the plush furnishings of your suite, though you were in no place to complain. 

Lord Vader stares at you for a moment, and you become bashful at the idea of him looking upon your uncovered skin, before he turns to his place at the large window to watch as the ship takes off. 

You wonder if he does anything other than stare out the window in contemplation. 

Straightening yourself up, you watch the grey planet fade away as the ship flies, bidding the site of your near-grave a goodbye before looking around the room in which you sit. 

Now that you have the chance to really look, you take in your surroundings. To your right, the wall with the door is covered in blinking controls which you can only assume are either used to manipulate aspects of the room or call droids and Imperial personnel. On the far wall opposite where you sit, there is a large open doorway into an illuminated room housing an enormous tank filled with a mysterious blueish liquid, and you wonder what the purpose for it could possibly be. 

You don’t see a bed in the room, so you assume that Vader sleeps elsewhere. That is, if he indeed sleeps. 

In the left hand corner of the opposite wall, you can see a long white table littered with various parts, mechanisms and tools laid out upon it, and you find it mildly interesting that Darth Vader likes to tinker. 

The Sith Lord’s voice cuts through your curious observations like a razor.

“What do you know of the force?” He asks, peering over his shoulder at you. 

You’re stunned for a moment before you answer. 

“I must admit, Lord Vader, I know very little, as it was forbidden to be taught on my homeworld.” you reply truthfully, caught off guard by the seemingly random question. It was true, the ways of the force were not formally taught as a form of trying to shield the people of your home-planet from the Empire; all you know are the legends and the myths that were told as stories. 

Lord Vader nods in acceptance. 

“This ship is equipped with an entire library full of knowledge of the force, both light and dark; Jedi and Sith. You are free to utilise it if you so wish.” He offers, but it sounds more like an order.

Feeling as though there’s something he’s not saying, you simply nod.

“Thank you master.” you accept graciously with a soft smile. 

He only nods in reply, gaze lingering heavily upon you before he turns away from the window, pacing over to his work bench in the opposite corner from where you sit and taking a seat. 

You do not know how long he toils over his machines, nor how long you accompany him in doing so. 

The last thing you remember before waking up in your own bed is dozing off on Lord Vader’s couch. 

Confused and unaware of how you got back to your suite, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and sit up. As you rise, a gentle knock sounds behind the door. 

“Come in!” you call out, clearing your throat and wetting your lips. 

The friendly droid enters, bowing to you and chirping its greetings. 

“Good evening, Madam! I’m assured you’re ready for your meal?” it asks politely. Smiling softly at the kind droid, you nod. 

“Yes, please.”

After all, the stress of the day's activities has left you quite hungry, your stomach growling at the thought of the decadent spreads you’ve been spoiled with. 

The droid steps out for a moment, promptly returning with a spread no less extravagant than the others you’ve been lucky enough to enjoy. Tonight, your meal consists of a striking plum-coloured stew, accompanied by an herbed mash of root vegetables, and crusty baked breads still warm from the oven. 

As you eat, a curious and humorous thought crosses your mind, and you set down your spoon to ask the droid a question. 

“Was it you that carried me all the way back here?” you giggle playfully, finding amusement in the idea of the spindly droid hauling you through the corridors.

“No milady, Lord Vader saw to that himself.” the droid answers dutifully. 

Knowing it is incapable of lying, the idea hits you like a train, and you’re struck by it for a moment. 

Carrying you to your room seemed like a task that would be uncharacteristically tender, too gentle for Vader to carry out. You can feel the flush that spreads across your cheeks as you come to the understanding that there is still much you do not know about your master. 

“Oh, um. Give him my thanks.” you reply quietly, leaving it at that.

“As you wish, Milady.” the droid affirms. 

Spending the rest of your meal in contemplative silence, it does you well, nourishing and soothing your tired body. 

Before the droid leaves you for the night, you request the books that Lord Vader had mentioned, thinking some studying may help you to understand your master, even if just a small bit more. 

It happily delivers them to you, leaving you with a stack of thick and heavy books with weathered bindings. 

Elsewhere, Darth Vader paces in his chamber, heavy footsteps echoing around him. 

He is quite satisfied with the recent turn of events, knowing surely now that your spirit had not been broken by your life of torment, but that it was bendable.

It was true that you had great fear within you, but your lust for power and your anger was greater.  Your suffering had made you fierce, it made you courageous. 

The Emperor will be pleased. 

Remembering the strength in your expression as you had connected with him while your very life hung in the balance, the absolute, steady faith you had in him; And then the dichotomy of holding your serenely peaceful sleeping body in his arms, your angelic calmness, he feels an unfamiliar flutter in his chest before shaking it off. 

Spending the rest of the night flipping through an ancient tome, you are thoroughly intrigued by the stories contained within. They read like fairy tales; tales of heroic bravery, of villainous contempt, of epic battles and galactic love. 

They’re enchanting, reminding you of those cherished times as a child when your parents would read to you before putting you to bed. 

Well into the late hours of the night, you finally ready yourself for sleep, yawning and stretching as you shrug off your garments. 

As you lay out an outfit for the next day, you catch a glimpse of a passing moon. It’s beautiful, a light yellow hue to the pallid monolith as it glows. Moons always reminded you of solitude, your only companion in those quiet hours of the night. As you watch it pass, you silently hope that you dream of your mysterious suitor again. 

Your prayers are answered. 

Becoming aware of your surroundings, your eyes scan the room around you. It’s a more intimate setting this time, a quaint stone cottage within a verdant forest. There are strange herbs and flowers hung to dry all about the room, leaving it with a floral, green aroma. 

Sitting on the floor in front of a warm, crackling fire, your vision finally adjusts to your dimly lit setting, and you spot the one you had wished for standing just within the doorway. 

He smiles warmly as your eyes land on him, exposing a row of perfect teeth. You can’t help but to smile back. 

Striding out of the shadows, he joins you by the fire, nestling you against his side. His energy is the same and you can feel it just as strongly as before, entrancing and sultry as the fire before you. 

You spend a long moment just looking at him, committing every aspect of his features to memory in case you never get the pleasure of seeing him again. 

He’s still got that warm smile on his face as he gazes back at you, making your stomach flutter. His hair falls in perfect golden waves on his shoulders, framing his outstandingly handsome features. His eyes are half-lidded, his pupils blown wide as he looks upon you; his full, pink lips parted. 

Feeling the heat in your body rising, spreading across your face and tinging the tips of your ears, you look away shyly. 

The connection you feel with this man still baffles you, it doesn't make any sense, leaving you confused and questioning whether you can even trust your own emotions. 

Though, you suppose dreams don’t have to make any sense. 

Reaching over to you, he brushes a tress of hair away from your face to read your expression, pulling your attention back to him. 

You blink sheepishly at him through long lashes as he hooks a finger under your chin, turning you to face him fully. Goosebumps form instantly at the contact, your hairs standing on end as a wistful sigh leaves your lips. 

He brings your face so close to his own that you can feel his gentle breaths tickling your lips. The air, the energy between you is like a thunderstorm; intense, restless, and exhilarating. 

You revel in the way he touches you like something that threatens to break. 

The realisation then hits you that this is your first time seeing him unhidden by his cloak. You take your time in taking in all the new details you had missed, noticing a lengthy scar on the right side of his face, running nearly all the way from his hairline to just below his eye. 

He slowly curls a strong arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, never breaking eye contact while doing so. Following his movements obediently, you shift your legs to wrap around his waist as you perch on him; the tips of your noses tickling each other as you adjust yourself.

 You want, you crave nothing more than this closeness and contact with him.

After being denied pleasant, consensual human contact for so long, the feeling is intoxicating. It makes your head swim, and your heartbeat race. 

Still face to face, you delicately raise your right hand, ghosting the tips of your fingers down the length of his scar, taking great care in case it’s still painful for him. Your fingers buzz and tingle, like nerve endings coming back to life after having fallen asleep. 

Lips parting and eyes falling shut at your touch, he presses his forehead against yours. 

Your whole body lights up and hums at the sensation, like a static charge. His intense and all-consuming energy surrounds you, threatening to swallow you whole. 

And you let it. You let him in. 

Holding the doors to your mind open, you begin receiving visions. 

Visions of a small boy with tawny hair and bright blue eyes. Visions of the familiar sandy, dual-sunned landscape of Tatooine. Visions of that small boy toiling away in the shop of a cruel junk dealer. 

Your eyes fly back open with the newfound understanding that the child was him, that he truly had lived a life like yours. 

In this moment, as your heart races and your eyes flit between his, he feels like the person closest to you in the entire world. 

He looks back at you with soft eyes. The expression on his face is one that says: 

This is me. Do you see it? This is me. 

Overwhelmed by the connection, by the painful swelling of your heart in your chest, you let instinct lead rather than logic.

Leaning into him further, you brush your lips just barely over the full curve of his, inviting him to close the distance.

Instantly he relents, capturing your own lips with his, pure passion and intense longing radiating off of him in waves. 

As he tangles a large hand in your soft hair, you can feel your heart thumping against your ribcage, your blood rushing through your veins. Draping your arms over his sturdy shoulders, the very air around the two of you feels electric, tingling and crackling with released tension. Lips locking over and over, hands everywhere, tongues tasting each other in the heat of your fiery desire, you send a message through your ministrations. 

I see you. You say with every touch of the lips, every tease of his tongue, every rake of your nails across the soft skin of his abdomen. I see you. 

When you finally break the session to suck in greedy gasps of much needed air, he bites onto your bottom lip, prolonging the contact for as long as possible. He clutches you tightly, possessively to his strong body, as if you could be ripped from his arms at any moment; his own chest heaving as he breathes. 

He slides a large, rough hand up the small of your back, steadying you as you rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. Pressing a feather light kiss to the petal-soft skin of his throat, your eyes slide shut with great satisfaction. 

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[metranart]

Mitsuya Takashi x Reader (Tokyo Revengers)(Shameless smut)(PART 2)

LINK TO PART 1 HERE! - Warning tag: nsfw, possessive!Mitsuya, naive!reader, first time sucking cock, teenage hormones ragging, cock-drunk!reader, pet names, unprotected blowjob, praise, creampie, out in the open, cumplay, sloppy blowjob, love confessions , teenage craves, hormonal minds out of control, cum swallowing, face fucking, heavy teasing, Mitsuya being cute little fucker.

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Takashi Mitsuya wasn't lying when he reminded you that he was a dangerous gang member, as no other boy his age would look so intimidatingly dangerous from the ground.

You don't know when he put you on your knees, nor when he took his cock out, the only thing you know is that now he prodded your closed lips, smearing the swollen head against the cold flesh, precum coating it like a lipstick before ordering.

“Open up,” Mitsuya commanded with the little patience you had left him and you being the instigator that he loved, obeyed.

You didn't know why you pushed him over the edge so hard, but you just couldn't stop, not when he looked so frustrated and stupidly handsome when he was flustered.

You looked at him from your kneeling position with eyes full of defiance and feigned innocence and it made him loose the little control he had left. Fuck! The boy thought, fucking hell! He cursed under his breath, he loved you so much that he could cum on your pretty face right then and there, but he held back. You wanted milk, he would give you milk.

Smirking dangerously calm, his fingers caressed your face making you lean into his touch like a purring kitten, and without warning, he pinched your nose, restricting the air. Your eyes widened at his sly move, and he just smiled when you instinctively opened your mouth. 

Your cheeks turned impossibly red at the act that you had already seen him use against his little sisters when they didn't want to eat... the context was totally different but still, it moistened your pussy making the fabric of your panties stick at how enticing you found it.

“There we go,” you heard him moan huskily as he shoved that huge piece of raw, palpitating meat down your frozen throat. “That’s it, kitten.” He purred, eyes shutting close as he bottomed down, kissing the back of your throat, “—nice and full, ngh.... want me to thrust or you think you had enough, babygirl?” 

The lilac haired boy was just showing a display of power, he loved you and would never, EVER hurt you, but you do need to know he wasn't someone to tease, he wasn't all honey, he was dangerous. He was a violent gang member, not just a talented seamstress…. but you weren't just an innocent kitten either.

Your arms hugged his thighs to his immense surprise, and your nose nuzzled against his pubic hair, swallowing him even deeper. Mitsuya had to swallow hard, ironically.

Your pretty, watery eyes looked up, lips impossibly stretched, and cheeks hollowed as your hands linked into a knot behind him. Without losing eye contact, you slid his thick, long cock out of your mouth, saliva painting every inch until your lips kissed the head. 

“When I asked you to use me, I was talking to the gang member, honey,” you teased openly, ignoring the tears falling on either side of your cheeks, “do you think he can fuck my mouth before the bell rings?”

It was an open challenge, and as a member of the Toman, Mitsuya was used to answer and emerging victorious. 

“My beautiful, wonderful, naive little girlfriend,” tsked the eager gang member, “—I suggest you breathe through your nose.”

And without further ado, his firm hands on either side of your face pulled you again to swallow it, this time you only got halfway before you started choking, which this time Mitsuya ignored.

He began to fuck your mouth as you had asked, pounding those narrow hips against your face, a delicious back and forth that only became more exciting when his heavy balls hit your chin, gaging sounds echoed around the deserted and hidden playground, saliva falling down your chin as you struggled to keep it inside your mouth, your jaw would no doubt hurt afterwards.

“That's it,” Mitsuya praised holy driven, taking his cock out just for a couple of seconds to give you a small break, he palmed the phallic flesh, prodding hard at your tongue to get your mouth to water more for him.

“Look-” he pointed his thumb back through his shoulder. “There’s a slide there, do you want me to sit on it?”

Your loving and caring boyfriend didn't want your knees to suffer and in that position he would definitely take longer to come, lying on the slide he would have better access and control of your head.

You all but moaned before nodding your head. “God that’s so cute-” your boyfriend purred with a loving smile and then pulled you up into his arms to carry you to the slide, where he sat and place you on top of his lap. 

“Ain’t you just the sweetest thing to ever sit on my lap?” He said more to himself, even so, staring straight into your eyes, strong palms doing the gentlest of massages along the shape of your jaw, easing the pain away with every careful motion of his working thumbs. 

“Mhm, yes, she definitely is.” He agreed to himself flippantly, leaning to kiss your heaving lips heatedly, his tongue tasting himself and the ice pop in a mix of new flavors that only serve to roughen him up, making him feral again. 

“Enough pampering for the princess, back to work, sweet thing.” Obeying like the good girlfriend you aimed to be, you climb down from his lap, and cuddled between his spread thighs. Yes, in that position you were comfier, so thoughtful of him. Nestling his cock back into your mouth, let him palm your skull with both hands to use your throat as his own personal fleshlight. 

“Fuck- that’s good.” He snarled, deep and husky, watching his progress as he thrusted into your throat- nice and lax thanks to your eagerness to please him. Your hazy, now watery eyes stared endearingly forward, right up at his cock while Mitsuya fucked your face. Your boy studying your pretty, teary and flushed face with a pleased hum. “I think my girl has sucked dick before.”

“Hm?” you questioned; an eyebrow raised.

“-If I dip my fingers inside your pussy how wet would they come out, pretty?” You kept bobbing your head up and down his shaft, openly ignoring his accusation with a blunt shrug of your shoulders, making him laugh heartedly. 

“Well hot damn.” Mitsuya spelled between chuckles, pulling your face up to nestle into his lilac pubic hair. “Won’t have to train you too much then, yeah sweetheart?”

He said, before shoving his cock down your throat at a steady pace. "That's better." The gang member hummed as he kept thrusting down your cold throat, fucking the back of your mouth. “Fuck! The mix of cold and warm inside your mouth is something else-,” you choked around his length, closing your eyes- trying to concentrate. 

There was no way to close your lips around him as he shoved into your gag-reflex, making you drool over yourself. 

"Swallow, (Y/N)." He commanded, and you did so, swallowing around him, which in turn made him groan. The heat of his body grew, and he quickly began to open his shirt because when felt that it was suffocating him, your small hands without hesitation climbed up his thighs, up, up until reached his toned stomach, where you traced each sinful muscle with special interest, scratching and tracing the soft skin until there were little red lines as a devastating proof of your need for him.

You hiccupped, blinking back tears as the burning in your throat began to sting. Shakily, you held up your hand- and Mitsuya had the courtesy to pull back and allow you to rest. You could feel the pressure build- your gag reflex going crazy- Mitsuya pulled out of your mouth entirely, gently grabbing you head by the hair and wrenching your face up.

"What does my little cocksucker needs?” he grunted, landing his thick thumb on your dripping lower lip, “Does my princess had enough?" Mitsuya smirked, one of those dangerous smirks of his. "Nah!" she can take it...."

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DAY TWENTY-THREE: Dom/Sub w/ Sam Winchester

a/n: HOLY FUCK, HEY Y'ALL!! Listen, I know what I said but it is what it is!! I have all of kinktober completed, so now, all I have to do is upload them which I already know it'll be a dumpster fire within itself.

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The eyebrow raise was a warning, one that you should have heeded. You do admit that you were giving Sam a bit of attitude, but c'mon, this was the third time that the Winchester brothers wanted you to stay home while they went out and hunted. It wasn't like you couldn't take care of yourself, you had been well out there in the field before you had ever ended up entangled with the two of them.

He said your name. "Enough."

Your eyes narrowed, an unspoken challenge between the two of you charging the energy in the air. "No." You said petulantly and crossed your arms.

"No?" He asked incredulously. You gulped nervously but stood your ground. "Yeah, no. I'm coming with you guys and that's that." He stared at you for a moment before walking over to your shared bed, and he sat on the edge of it.

"C'mere." He commanded. Your nerves shook as you walked over to him, your legs turning to jelly when you stood in between his spread legs. 

"You know why I told you, you couldn't come with us?" He asked with a scarily calm voice. You nodded hesitantly, "Yes." 

"So I don't know why you're talking back to me. We should fix that, don't you think?" You nodded once more. "You already know what to do, baby." 

Humility boiled in your gut as you lowered yourself to your knees at his feet. Glaring at the ground, his large hand reached down to grip your chin. "I know you know better than that." He didn't sound as kind anymore, his patience slowly slipping away from him.

Your shaky hands reached for his belt, undoing it with a little difficulty.

"There you go." He cooed meanly, stroking the side of your head. You took his half-hard cock out of his jeans, stroking it leisurely to its full hardness.

Your lips slowly wrapped around his cock, suckling on the bead of precum that trickled out from tip.

"Ah— fuck!" He hissed. "Take more of me." He coaxed. You relaxed the muscles in your throat, taking him further down your esophagus. You choked lightly around him, the spams sending shocks up his spine, his hips jolting and sending himself plunging deeper down your wetness.

"Shit—" He held your head down, allowing you to choke around him helplessly. Tears brimmed in your eyes, the air in your lungs constricting pleasurably. 

He finally pulled your head back where you took in desperate lungfuls of air, your nails digging into the thick meat of his hairy thighs.

"You're doing great sweetheart. So, so good." He praised, cradling your cheek. You snuggled into his warmth, staring up at him with hearts in your eyes.

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pls take this subpar smut as a peace offering n then I’ll leave you alone NDKENDJS

@highdefhoetry we love ler!sukuna here >:(

just him getting so mad at you for acting up (which could mean anything for sukuna) while he does his duties and you’re left to wonder what punishment he’s got in plan for you this time.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad, I just-“

“No,” he growls. He grabs you by your throat and pins you to the wall, leaving you to gasp at the tightness of the slender fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. He’s gentle around your windpipe, which you’re grateful for, and when he presses his body against you, you feel his hardness slotted against your hip. "shut up. youll take your punishment and be damned to ever defy me again."

“Yes sir,” you mewl, and you can’t fight the gasp that slips out of your lips when he jams his thigh between your legs. The thin cotton of underwear he keeps you in quickly becomes damp at the idea of his dominance, nipples perking through the bra he adorns you in for decorum. “Im sorry Sir. Please have mercy, I’ll be good sir, I didn’t mean it-“

“Now’s not the time to beg for my forgiveness,” he says, menacing eyes boring into yours. “Now’s the time to accept your damn punishment. Just like the little skank I know you can be.”

He grumbled out a soft ‘glutton’ as he looks straight in your eyes, and you flash him a set of pleading pools. He snarls and reaches under your bra to roughly pinch your nipples between two fingers, making you sink your teeth in your lip at the pleasured discomfort that rocks inside of you suddenly.

Your mind is fully ready for the punishment of delicious discomfort to be inflicted on you, grinding shamefully against his thigh as he uses his nails to dig into the meat of your breasts.

Your back arches and you let out a soft whine, arousal swirling in the pit of your stomach and anchoring between your hips.

He releases your breasts with an angry huff, and when you’re ready for any further punishment to come, your mind and nerves become electric when nails tickle your sides, dragging the tips up and down.

Tickling. He’s going to tickle you.

And that would be plenty fine, if he was in any other mood than venomous and seeking redemption from you.

“Sukuna!” You scream, clamping your arms to your sides and effectively trapping his hands to your sides. You squeal and writhe against his grip; two free hands move to wrap around your wrists and force them above your head, leaving two tickling hands to ferociously tickle and squeeze your flanks.

“Take it and be grateful that this is the only punishment you’re getting,” he demands, and there’s a sick part of you that is, you do love the way he’s got you pinned to the wall and taking advantage of you; your legs kick helplessly, and your pussy pulsates as its ground against his thick thigh muscle.

Just as quick as he starts, he stops, releasing his hold on you and removing his leg. You catch yourself on wobbly legs and look up at him in confusion, your legs tightening to ease the weeping between them.

He shakes his head in disgust, “of course you’re wet. Fucking soaked. You insolent brat. You take my small bit of mercy and get off on it. Insufferable.

“Strip,” he then commands, keeping his eyes firm on you. When you don’t move, he ducks his head towards you menacingly, and you flinch as you slowly take off your panties.

You could run. In theory, you could bolt as fast as your weak legs could carry you, but the punishment would only be worse the further you defy him.

With your panties off and discarded, you thumb at your bra and lift it up and over your head, tossing it to the side and watching the last bit of protection you had adorning your frame fall to the floor.

“Arms. Now.” He snips, and you tremble as you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, terrified for his next move.

Thumbs hook under the dip of your underarm, rubbing ferociously into the ticklish nerves that hide under the surface. You scream and toss your head back against the wall, only for the signals in your brain to cross as one of his free hands slots his cock between your pussy lips, sending a shrill of pleasure to curl through you.

“Please, no!” You whine, and he flashes you a warning look before jamming himself inside of you, no preparation or anything to work you up to the painful stretch of his cock splitting you in half.

“You don’t get to demand anything right now,” he reminds you, wasting no time in fucking into you at a pace your mind can barely process in conjunction with the tickling.

It’s so much. So much. So much.

Sukuna uses his slimy tongue to flick against the sensitive area below your ear, sheerly to strike another erogenous nerve alight. Your moans turn wanton and desperate, only to mingle with laughter that cuts through.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” He snaps, biting hard on the lobe of your ear. His thumb continues to roll into the sensitive muscles under your arm, the stimulation making you force gulps of air into your lungs, only to be forced back out in wheezed, tight laughter. The other thumb, to your horror, parts your cunt lips and rolls over your pulsing clitoris, making your head knock back against the wall in madness. “Of all the tortures I subject you to, all the punishments I can dole, you chose this one to make you crumble? You’re fucking pitiful.”

The signals in your brain cross as the hands yank from under your arms and skitter over the bouncing of your tits, thumbing your nipples while he continues to degrade you in your ear and tickling the swells mercilessly, adding only another element of arousal to your unfortunate situation.

The line between laughter and wailing blurs, tears slipping down the swell of your cheeks as you plead and babble incoherently, all while your voice goes hoarse.

When a slender finger and nail scratches at your navel, the rest of his fingers spidering around your stomach, you’re at your limit.

It’s too much.

“P-P-lehehease Sir, I won’t do it anymore!” You shriek, so hard you taste blood in the back of your throat. The nails merely slot deeper against your ribs, digging in the curves of the bones and maddeningly massage the throbbing muscles between them. “Please, stop, please stop, please please-“

“If begging hasn’t worked the first several times, what makes you think it’s going to stop me now?” He snarls, sending another hard thrust to snap through you, and white crackles to dance over your teared vision.

This is it. This is when you die. Your lungs shrivel from lack of air from being tickled to the point of tears, cunt walls convulsing around him as he fucks himself into you, your head spinning and temples pounding as your juices spill over his thighs and froth at the bottom of his cock. Your eyes roll back into your skull as the stimulation turns to torture, and all you’re left to do is laugh and laugh and fucking laugh-

“Cum now, or not at all,” he pants, sinking his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulders, his tickling fingers slipping under your arms to scratch viciously, your laughter renewed as you cackle in the air, but you manage to do it, reach an almost unobtainable high that sends you over the edge of oblivion.

Euphoria courses through your soul as the coil between your legs snaps and broils over, your cunt squeezing sharply against his still pounding cock. You feel the splatter of your juices stick to your thighs and ass as it pours profusely from your pussy and smacking of his hips.

He has enough mercy to let you ride from your high before the hands that previously tickled you to tears unhook your legs from his waist, and you fall to the floor in exhaustion, crying from the overstimulation and sudden feeling of emptiness between your hips. You roll on your side to face him and get off of your trembling weight, embarrassed and exhausted from the greatest punishment your body’s ever had to endure.

“Hey,” he whispers, crouching down after your tumbling body. “Look at me.” When you open your bleary eyes to look at him, his eyes are soft and warm unlike the venom in his features not fourteen seconds ago, face close enough when you feel the comforting warm from his skin. “Can you stand?”

You whine and scoot back softly, and he shushes you gently, “I’m done punishing you. You have my word. I promise I’m not going to torment you anymore.” Then, he smirks, “today at least.”

You give him a quiet laugh and slowly raise your arms, trusting the man who absolutely strikes the fear of living back into your soul with a snap of his fingers and a smirk.

But you don’t fear him now. Right now, curled in his arms as you burrow into his chest, you’ve never felt safer.

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[lovemyavatar]

STAR GIRL

| Lo’ak x F!Avatar Reader |

summary: gradually, you find your place within the Omatikaya clan

warnings: mentions of death, Lo’ak is a bad influence

notes: so I realized I forgot to age up Tuk but I’m in too deep so we’re going with it

dialogue in italics is Na’vi translated to English

chapter two chapter four

Chapter Three

The first time he sees you in Omatikaya clothing, his jaw nearly hits the ground. He’s staring, he knows he is, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

Yellow eyes are wide, pupils blown. His breaths are shallow, ragged while a heated gaze rakes down your form. If he thought you were beautiful before, now you were downright devastating.

The woven top and loincloth hug your curves perfectly, as if they’ve been made just for you. Logically, he knows they’re leftovers, discarded due to imperfection. It’s the only thing fitting for an outsider. But the way the fabric drapes between your legs has his heart thundering.

His brow furrows as he watches you fidget nervously. You stand at the edge of the crowd, head slowly turning from side to side. He’s on the opposite edge, hundreds of Na’vi between you. It’s breakfast time, so most of the clan is already present in the gathering area.

He takes a single step forward before a strong hand clasps his bicep. Neytiri glances up at him expectantly, tugging him with a gentle firmness.

“Sit.” The command is simple, level. His grandmother has given explicit instructions not to cause any more scenes as a family, so she has no choice but to keep her voice down.

With a tight jaw his eyes flick in your direction, only to see that you’ve disappeared. Begrudgingly, he plops down beside his mother. He doesn’t stop searching for you, not until an amused voice makes his ears twitch.

“You look like a lovesick viperwolf, brother.” Kiri bats thick lashes at him, a teasing grin splitting her face.

He grunts in annoyance and lightly shoves her shoulder. She merely smirks as Jake gives him a silent warning in the form of a head tilt, raised brows challenging him to continue with his attitude.

“Eat, boy.” His father gestures to the warm food in the middle of their little family circle.

“There will be no lovesick. Not with that girl.” Neytiri grumbles around a mouthful of fresh vegetables and meat.

Lo’ak can’t help but roll his eyes. He picks at the selection in front of him, unable to form an appetite. His attention shifts through the crowd, once again coming up short. Where could you have gone?

“Grandmother invited her to stay.” His tone drips with defiance. “She is our guest.”

Neytiri hisses and jerks her head away, avoiding the subject entirely. Jake rubs a hand over her shoulder before returning to his meal.

“Yes, and I’m sure you’re very happy about that, brother.” Neteyam sits opposite him, elbows resting on bent knees. His gaze slices right through him, taunting.

Lo’ak bites his tongue. His head dips, ears flicking back as he roughly grabs a chunk of meat. Of course, the first words from his brother after their argument are condescending.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He prods, the food in his hand easily forgotten.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing.” A grin splits his lips at Lo’ak’s pointed stare. “The two of you make quite the pair, that’s all.”

“Don’t be mean, ‘Teyam.” Tuk whispers, tiny hand poking his thigh.

“Hey! This is no way to start our day. That’s enough. Both of you.” Jake’s rough voice cracks between them, instantly stiffening their spines to attention.

Lo’ak doesn’t stop searching throughout the meal, though he never does find you.

“There’s no bleed, no signs of hypoxia. There’s a bit of activity here in the prefrontal lobe, but overall cognitive function looks good.”

A machine beeps rhythmically at your side. Adhesive pulls at your skin, holding wires against your forehead.

Norm, as you’ve learned, is a friend of the Sully’s. He runs what’s left of the Avatar program on Pandora, as he was part of the original crew that touched down with Jake and Grace. He’s practically a legend within the program now, and you’ve only met him twice before this moment.

“I mean, I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking for here.” He sighs, attention shifting to the screen in his hands.

“I just want to know what we’re dealing with.” Jake mutters, voice low as if the information is sensitive.

It isn’t as if there’s anyone to hide it from. You’re surrounded by Jake, Norm, and Mo’at in the Tsahik tent. Everyone else has been strictly forbidden.

“I have told you already.” Mo’at tips her chin in irritation. “Eywa has chosen her.”

“We’re talking about a spontaneous consciousness transfer. That’s never happened before. Ever.” Norm’s voice deepens with something dark. Disbelief or anxiety, you can’t tell.

The second you arrived in this same tent the night before, Mo’at demanded answers. You told her in the clearest way possible that you have no idea what the hell happened, just that you’d somehow been waking up in your Avatar for over a week now.

Jake rakes a hand down his face, squeezing the bridge of his nose with pinched eyes. They pop open and flit to you, wide and inquisitive.

“You’re absolutely sure?” His voice is tender, kind as he fishes for answers you don’t have.

“I buried my own body. So, yeah. I’m sure.” The words are bitter on your tongue. They come out harsher than intended, but you’ve been poked and prodded for the last hour straight. Your patience is wearing thin.

You haven’t even begun dealing with the fact that half of you, the original you, is gone forever. Life within the clan is fast moving. From the moment you wake up, you’re expected to be working. You have to earn your place. It’s either make yourself useful, or face Pandora’s harsh conditions on your own.

Something softens behind Jake’s eyes. A heavy breath leaves his lips, one of his large hands smoothing over your knee for a brief moment. He gestures to the medical equipment attached to you at various points.

“Alright. Let’s get this stuff off her.”

“Jake. This is insane.” Norm makes no move to obey the command. “We need to study her. I mean this could mean so many—”

“We’re done.” His rough voice silences the scientist instantly. He starts undoing the machinery himself, and Norm begrudgingly follows suit.

His eyes meet yours again as he gently peels a piece of adhesive from your temple. “You have a safe place here, okay?”

All you can do is nod in understanding. Safe? Maybe. But welcome? Not a chance.

“No, no, child.” Mo’at swats your hand gently. A root falls from your fingers before you can chop it, clattering onto the tent floor. “This one.”

She shoves a bundle of leaves across the flattened stone that serves as her work station. You take them silently, jaw tensing with frustration. The muscles of your arms ache from overuse.

Three days.

Three days you’ve spent grinding, chopping, rolling various plant life.

You haven’t had a single solitary moment since Mo’at welcomed you into the clan. She barely lets you out of her sight during waking hours. Jake seems to hover over you as well, something Neytiri hasn’t hidden her displeasure about.

Every morning, Neteyam waits for you to wake up, a bundle of tension beside your hammock. You’ve tried telling him you can find your own way to breakfast, just a short journey to the base of Home Tree. He’s quick to remind you that he’d never provide escort on his own, he’s simply following orders.

When you arrive, Jake always asks how you slept. His eye bore into yours, as if he doesn’t quite believe your short fine, thank you. The first day, you avoided breakfast all together after a sea of judgmental eyes dissected every inch of you.

He quickly decided you’d eat with his family from then on. He called it a show of good faith, an expectation that the rest of the clan treat you with respect. Reception has been mixed, but ultimately none of them have a choice once the Olo’eyktan sets an example.

After breakfast, you’re shuffled to the Tsahik tent by Mo’at, Kiri trailing a few feet behind. There, you spend your days under their supervision.

It’s suffocating.

Your hands shake with pent up emotion. You haven’t had a single moment of peace, a single moment of quiet to sort through your thoughts. You’re a ticking time bomb. If something doesn’t give soon, you know the aftermath won’t be pretty.

Your grip on the knife slips, nearly slicing your palm as it clatters to the floor. Mo’at simply clicks her tongue beside you, not bothering to look away from her weaving.

She expects you to learn quickly. Her method of teaching isn’t so much about showing you what to do, but rather chastising when inevitable mistakes are made.

On your other side, Kiri lets out an irritated breath. She grabs the wooden bowl she’s been using to grind dapophet leaves and abruptly turns away. In a few long strides she’s positioned herself on the far end of the tent.

Your eyes squeeze tightly, the now constant throb beneath your skull roaring to life. You scoop up the knife, lips pulling into a frown. Since dragging you here with her siblings, Kiri has been standoffish. Moody. Avoiding you at every chance.

You didn’t expect much. You didn’t expect anything, really. But it seemed like such a departure from the girl who saved you so many years ago.

A quick glance toward Mo’at confirms that she’s still consumed with her work. You place the knife down and inhale a deep breath of confidence before making your way across the tent.

“Kiri…” You test the waters gently, approaching her side with caution. She doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to grind the plant without pause.

You press on, undeterred. “If there’s something I did—”

“You did nothing.” She speaks evenly in Na’vi, attention never leaving the bowl in her hands.

Your eyes widen in surprise. There’s no time to think up an argument, no time to deny it as she peers at you pointedly. You’ve been caught.

“How did you know?” You cast a nervous glance over your shoulder, ensuring that Mo’at won’t hear when you whisper in their native tongue.

“I am not an idiot.” Kiri seems insulted by the thought alone, scoff accenting her response.

Honestly, there’s no real reason you haven’t told them you speak Na’vi. It just seems too intimate. Too close to showing them a piece of you that you just aren’t ready for.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m not welcome here, but I’m trying to be helpful.” You sigh dejectedly, fidgeting a bit on your feet.

She pauses her work, bright yellow eyes meeting yours for the first time in days. They flick over your face for a brief moment before dropping back to the bowl in her hands.

“For years, no one believed that I saved you. When you came here…I didn’t know how to feel.” She mumbles the words, as if they’re hard to say. As if it takes a lot for her to share the information with you. “It’s all a bit weird.”

“I understand.” You send her an encouraging smile, hoping you’ve made some kind of progress with this conversation.

“You are welcome with me. Us outcasts have to stick together.” She returns your warm expression, slim shoulder bumping yours teasingly.

Your ears twitch in question, lips parting to ask what she means by that, when Mo’at’s booming voice pulls your attention away.

“Really? Again, ‘eveng (child)?”

You turn, gaze instantly locking on hooded yellow eyes.

“Sorry, Grandmother.” Lo’ak’s left arm is crossed over his broad chest, long fingers clutched over his right shoulder. Crimson stains blue skin, peaking out through the digits.

His attention is forced away as she roughly pokes his other shoulder, spinning him slightly to face her. She grunts in displeasure at the sight of his wound, hands turning his torso again to shove him away.

“Y/N, tend to him. I am busy.” She turns back to her work area, instantly engrossed in her weaving project.

Kiri rolls her eyes with a huff, shoving the bowl of finished paste into your chest. Your fingers have barely wrapped around the carved wood and she’s already crossing the tent to start working on something else. Your attention flicks back to the entrance, finding Lo’ak already zeroed in on you.

Your arm sweeps to the side, gesturing for him to sit. He stalks forward, gaze only leaving yours once he’s cross-legged on the floor. You grab a few woven cloths and a bowl of fresh water before padding across the tent.

Slowly, you kneel before him, legs tucking neatly beneath you. A piece of fabric folds into into your palm, corner dipping into the water. When you look up, your breath catches, arm freezing in mid air.

When he looks at you, it’s like he’s ripping you open. Bearing all of your insides, all the things you try so hard to keep tightly locked away. You’ve never met anyone with eyes so piercing. His gaze is powerful, pinning you in place for several long moments before you’re able to snap out of it.

You glance down and lift the wet cloth to his shoulder, gently wiping partially dried blood away. Your gaze flicks to his face briefly before refocusing on the task at hand.

“Looks like that’s healing nicely.”

Lo’ak shifts beneath your feather light touch. He swallows thickly, throat suddenly feeling dry. He’s been thinking about this all day, looking forward to it all day. Now that he sits in front of you, nervousness twists his stomach.

Every single day, for the last three days, he’s found himself in this position. First, a nick on his forehead. Then, a twisted ankle. And now, his shoulder.

It wasn’t not intentional. He wasn’t trying to hurt himself, he just hadn’t been taking any extra precautions to prevent it. You’d been so busy, spending all of your time with his grandmother and sister. He’s tried talking to you in passing, but someone is always there to whisk you away.

Weirdly enough, he found himself craving your presence. He figured the only way to see you was in the Tsahik tent, and he couldn't just walk in and start a conversation.

“How are you settling in?” The question finishes with a grunt as you swipe over a sensitive area.

You merely hum, not wanting to get into it with Kiri and Mo'at only steps away. The two have been kind, and way more welcoming than the rest of the clan, but you still don't feel completely comfortable.

The side of your head burns under the weight of his gaze. Once the front of his shoulder is clean, you're quick to shift toward his back.

It's much easier to focus without his unwavering attention. "What happened this time?"

"Hit some rocks while flying." The strong muscles of his back tense under the cool pressure of the damp cloth.

Soon, the wound is clean, so you reach for the fresh topical paste Kiri just finished. Your fingers dip into the thick liquid, painting it on the edge of the gash marring his skin. He lets out a hiss, jerking away instantly.

"Sit still, prrnen (baby)." Your free hand closes on the space between his neck and shoulder, gently guiding him closer again.

His head lurches toward you, wide eyes searching your face. You send him a playful smirk, and his lips slowly tug into a wide, amused grin. You don't know exactly what possessed you to speak Na'vi in that moment, but you wanted to tease him a bit.

You've heard Mo'at call the extra squirmy clan members that many times while working, so it’s plausible you could've picked up on it.

He hasn’t been the best patient, struggling to sit still each time he’s been in front of you. Though he always tries to hide his discomfort, you easily pick up on the tense muscles and quiet groans that give him away.

“I see you're catching on already.” He's still looking at you, gaze flicking between your features.

Your eyes roll playfully, free hand moving to lightly shove at his chin, pushing his head forward so you can continue applying the paste. Silence returns to the tent, the gentle sounds of chopping and weaving filling the space with a rhythmic droll.

Lo'ak sucks in a quick breath when you get to the center of the wound. You glance around his shoulder, seeing a tense jaw and furrowed brow.

“Am I hurting you?” You remove your hand, pausing to assess his tight expression.

“No, you’re perfect.” His eyes pop open, spine going rigid. “I mean—wiya (damn)—it’s perfect.”

Your lips twist with the effort of keeping a smirk away. With a nod of confirmation, you lean back once again, finishing the process of covering his wound. The second you're done, he bolts to his feet, suddenly eager to leave. He waves a hasty goodbye to the three of you and practically runs from the tent.

Kiri meets your amused expression, eyes rolling to the ceiling knowingly.

Lo'ak is practically skipping through the village.

Aside from his time with you in the Tsahik tent, he's barely had a moment to sit down all day. Now that his chores are finally done, he can’t wait to return to the family tent.

He isn’t one to jump at the chance of sitting around in the shared space, but he has a special weaving project to finish. Excitement bubbles in his chest as he pictures the finished product in his mind.

The clan pays him no mind as he ducks through their evening activities. Dinner is cooking in the center of the gathering area, the delicious smell hitting his nose as he grows closer to Home Tree.

The sudden call of his name makes him stop abruptly. His ears instantly lower at the familiar rough grumble. It doesn't typically mean anything good. He schools his features and turns to see his father, waiting expectantly at the base of the massive structure.

A heavy sigh leaves his lungs before he forces his legs to carry him in that direction.

“Yes, sir?” He easily falls into the position that's expected of him. Straight back, hands clasped, eyes up. Ready to follow orders.

“I've been thinking a lot the last few days.” He wastes no time, arms crossing, a serious expression knotting his face. “As your Grandmother has said, if Y/N is going to stay here, she needs to learn our ways.”

Lo'ak's muscles tense at the sound of your name, interest instantly piqued.

“You're gonna teach her.” Jake watches his son's reaction. Watches the way his eyes widen, lips falling open in pure shock.

“Wha—me? Really?” He's utterly dumbfounded, breath hitching in surprise.

Jake's expression darkens, mistaking his stunned tone for disobedience. He claps a hand on Lo'ak's good shoulder, peering into his eyes pointedly.

“Some responsibility will do you good.”

"But—I thought…?" He doesn't have to finish the sentence for Jake to know exactly what, or who, he's worried about.

“Let me deal with your mother.” His hand pulls away, arms returning to their crossed position over his strong chest.

Lo'ak can't help the wide grin that splits his face, not even if he tried. The idea of spending more time with you, of his dad wanting him to spend more time with you, is invigorating. It makes his heart thump against his ribs with anticipation. He nods quickly and turns to flee, needing to see you right away to share the good news.

"Lo’ak." He's barely made it a few steps when Jake calls his name. He turns, gaze meeting a bright, knowing set of eyes. "I hope you're on the way to help with dinner preparations. And I expect you to keep this arrangement professional. Understood?"

His lips part in protest, but the words die on his tongue when he remembers he's just gotten permission to see you. Talk to you. Teach you. Not pushing his luck is the smartest option, despite how badly he wants to tell you.

“Understood, sir.”

A quiet breath falls through pursed lips.

Your hammock sways gently from side to side, propelled by the warm breeze. You've gotten much more comfortable laying in the woven structure, tired muscles now used to balancing your weight.

Most of the clan around you is fast asleep. It's well into eclipse, but your mind still races. As Jake and Mo’at have made excruciatingly clear, Eywa has chosen you. You’ve been slow to believe it, to accept it, but you’ve had no choice with all their fawning over the last few days.

It doesn’t make sense. You’re nothing but a scientist, an insignificant tiny human born on the wrong moon. Or, you were. A quick glance down at your hands confirms that you are, in fact, still blue.

You shouldn't be here, shouldn't be alive. And yet, Eywa chose you. For some unknown reason. It doesn't seem right to anyone, but especially not to you.

Leaves rustle nearby. Your head pokes up at the unexpected sound, eyes scanning the area. At night, you can’t help but remain on high alert. Though you’re nestled within the safety of Home Tree, surrounded by skilled warriors, you still don’t feel safe. Not from the many creatures that could kill you easily.

The world around you falls into stillness. Tight muscles relax gradually, but before your head can meet the vines supporting your weight, an arm suddenly wraps around the branch next to you.

Your body reacts without consent, lurching upright unsteadily. The hammock sways to the side, nearly throwing you to the ground. Just as you manage to right yourself, another limb joins the first.

Wide eyes watch as a body hoists itself up easily, two arms now locked on the bark to keep their long frame upright.

“Hey there.” Lo'ak's face comes into focus, glowing freckles illuminating a boyish grin.

A hand comes up to soothe against your chest, willing your raging heart to settle.

“What are you doing?” A relieved breath fills the small space he’s left between you. Your own lips pull into a soft smile, noting how goofy he looks, hanging there like a syaksyuk (prolemuris).

“You're not supposed to be seen with me, remember?” The words drop into a whisper as you replay his mothers warning from several days before. You will stay away from our son.

He swings a leg over the branch deftly, easily pulling the rest of his body up to straddle it. Your eyes can't help but track the movement of his hips as he adjusts his weight. His large hands circle the spot in front of him, stabilizing the position.

“Hey, is that any way to talk to your new teacher?” His voice is light, teasing.

“Really?” The second the words register, your gaze snaps up to meet his. Excitement twists your stomach.

Mo'at told you a clan member would be assigned the duty of teaching you the Omatikaya way in the coming days. So far, you’ve avoided thinking about it, anxiety gnawing at you each time the idea floats back in your mind.

You feared it would be someone you'd never met. Someone who wouldn’t be kind, who didn't want you here. Or worse, Neteyam. You never expected for it to be Lo'ak.

“My dad just told me before dinner.” He nods, eyes sparkling against the faint glow of the leaves around you. In an instant he's on his feet, arm extended out toward you. “Come on. I want to show you something.”

You slip your hand into his without hesitation, only realizing as he gently guides you from the hammock that this might not be the best idea.

“Wait, don’t you have a curfew?” Your fingers twitch, but he tightens his hold.

“So?” His head dips, ears twisting mischievously as another grin nearly stops your heart.

Slowly, your expression matches his, and you're off.

“That one. Right there.”

Your finger points toward a glowing dot in the sky. It floats gently back down to your stomach, where it intertwines with your other hand.

Soft blades of grass cushion your back and tickle against your skin with each breath of wind. Bioluminescence surrounds you, the sound of gently flowing water lulling you into calm stillness.

“That is not Earth.” Lo'ak says matter-of-factly, brows furrowing. He lays beside you, arms folded beneath his head.

A scoff falls from your lips. You shift slightly, muscles immediately tensing when your arm brushes against his side. Ignoring the way your heart fluttered pathetically at the brief touch, you squint at the star.

“It so is. Look at how bright it shines.”

“Okay, then what’s that one?” He doesn’t react to the small caress. Instead, he gestures to another bright star, not too far from the one you'd chosen.

Your eyes narrow as they flicker between the two. Slowly, realization dawns.

“Oh, shit.” Your mouth falls open in shock. “Have I been looking at the wrong star my whole life?”

A soft laugh wafts over you, warmth blooming in its wake.

“I think you have, Star Girl.” His head lulls to the side, your new nickname used as a taunt.

You untangle your hands to playfully shove his side. Your gaze never leaves the sky, though you can feel his attention boring a hole through your temple. You’re back at the edge of the same pond he’d shown you several days before. He said it’s the best place in the entire jungle for stargazing.

“Narlor (beautiful)…” His voice is barely above a whisper, but you still catch it.

“What?” Your head jerks to the side, though you try to cover the sudden movement by shifting your position. A moment too late, you remember you aren't supposed to understand what he said. Heat prickles the skin of your face.

“I uh, I said tanhi. It’s the word for star.” The words rush from his mouth as he glances away quickly.

You sit up to brush away a few stray leaves that have blown over your legs, lips twisting into a smile. You don’t bother fixing the hair that falls in your face, grateful for the barrier between you. By the time your attention flicks back to him, your expression is neutral.

“Tanhi.” You repeat with perfect pronunciation.

“Yeah. That’s it.” He chuckles in disbelief, something warm fluttering in his chest. At every turn, you continue surprising him.

At the same moment you relax onto your back, one of his arms extends to the side. Your head ends up landing on his bicep. It instantly tenses beneath you, and you jerk upright again. He pulls it back against his body, scooting away so a few extra inches separate you.

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean…” His eyes are wide as they flick to your face, hoping he hasn't made you uncomfortable.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” Heat blotches your skin as you peer down at him over your shoulder. A lock of hair falls in front of your ear, partially obscuring your face. His fingers twitch, but he quickly squashes the rising urge to push it back. “I mean, it’s okay with me. If you don’t mind.”

“No. It’s good.” The words rush from his lips in one breath.

Two sets of glittering yellow eyes lock in a silent battle of will. You’re both unsure, nervous even. Neither wants to be the first to move. With a visible swallow, he gently settles back into the earth, arm returning to its outward position.

Tentatively, you uncurl, head nestling into the waiting crook of his elbow. His warmth seeps through you, instantly evoking a content sigh. His stomach flips at the sound. He clears his throat to avoiding letting out any unwanted noises of his own. After a few adjustments, both of you look back to the sky.

You lay beneath the stars for what must be hours. Sometimes, you talk. You ask each other questions, and tell stories from your very different lives. But mostly, you simply enjoy each others company in comfortable silence.

You don’t even realize when your eyes begin drooping, blinks becoming heavier with each passing moment. Within minutes you’re fast asleep.

Lo’ak takes the opportunity to study you. His free hand rises, gently stroking from your temple to the tip of your chin. Your nose scrunches against the light tickle, and he can’t help but smile. His gaze drifts over the glowing freckles on your skin, tracing them like a route on a map.

His fingers brush over the line of your jaw, along the column of your throat. They trail over your shoulder, down your arm, not stopping until they reach your waist. He curls his hand just above your hip, testing out the feel of you in his palm with a gentle squeeze.

Something about it, the way you’re wrapped up with him on the forest floor, feels so right.

It feels like something he’s been missing his entire life. He didn’t know he needed you. Not until you arrived in his home like a gift. A beacon of hope that one day, he might get the one thing he’s never allowed himself to entertain. It’s right there beneath the surface, the potential to receive the kind of love he’s always craved.

It’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

He’s quick to follow your lead, falling into a peaceful sleep within seconds.

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