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im-poe-dameron · 9 months

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─── BREATHE ME IN

a/n: so um...i have no idea what this is. i started this when the kenobi series was coming out and sort of dropped it after a month. but here i am, finally finishing it and making it longer than it was supposed to be. did we really expect me not to find darth vader hot? i think he's where my whole loving a masked character came from. honestly this is basically filth with me trying to shove plot in not so subtly. so i hope y'all enjoy!

summary: the jedi fell and darth vader rose to power, but there's a secret he hides even from his own master.

word count: 5.5k+ (because i'm insane)

pairing: darth vader x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, cussing, angst, tenderness which is shocking, thigh riding, choking (obviously), oral (male receiving), a tad bit of face fucking, dom/sub dynamics, rough p in v sex, overstimulation, more hints of anakin than vader.

You’ll never be able to forget the scent of him after that night one month ago. It was branded in your mind, forever a part of you as he bent you to his will—made you his without even saying a single word. You should have fought him on it; made him see that you weren’t ready to relinquish the power you once held, but you knew the man beneath the mask he wore. You had known Anakin before he became this, before he twisted himself up inside and gave into being Darth Vader.

Even now as you stood in your small home on a planet far away from the Empire’s touch, you could feel his control over you. Long before the order was given and Jedi were slaughtered, you had been one of them. A knight who fought alongside Anakin in the Clone Wars—a warrior who chose the side of good rather than evil.

Then things fell apart. You were told that the man you loved, the person you cherished the most, gave into the dark side.

He became a stranger once more.

But nobody runs from Anakin for long—especially when he’s become a force more powerful than any Jedi could ever hope to be. You were hiding out on Devaron when he found you, attempting first to turn you to the dark side with him. Only for you to see something break in his exterior, his walls dropping for a split second and you felt it like a punch to the chest. He needed you.

This absolute desire was not born out of lust but pure necessity, because even as Darth Vader…Anakin Skywalker still lived beneath the mask and he didn’t know how to live without you. You’d always been the person he turned to when Obi-Wan wouldn’t understand the nature of his feelings. When he could no longer control them himself.

So, he left you there—allowing you to remain a Jedi who chose the light side of the Force over him. But he would return again and again. Desperate for someone to put his strained mind at ease—the memories of his past haunting him with every waking day. Perhaps that's where the submission started. In helping him by allowing him into your bed, into your heart little by little each time until eventually…you yearned for him to.

Jedi weren’t allowed to have such strong attachments, but as a Sith…he could keep you as his for as long as possible. A deal you wholeheartedly agreed to with a single word.

The stars were starting to shine brightly in the night sky as you traversed the dense forest of Devaron, your lightsaber clipped to your side and hood drawn up over your head. You heard his ship land ten minutes ago; knew he now stood in the center of your home awaiting your arrival. So, you took your time. Anakin never liked to wait, Darth Vader was no different, and somehow that brought a smile to your face. So desperate to see you that he would battle his way through the forest alone to find you again.

He would come after you—you knew he would—and that brought back the pool of heat that always found its way to your body when he arrived.

There was something twisted about loving him even the way he was now. How could you, a Jedi Knight of your ability, love something so dark? How could you give into the sinister deliciousness of that side, yet still remain so true to the light side of the Force? The answer was simpler than you thought. In your mind he still remained as Anakin the man you loved and even though you knew what he did, what he now became, you couldn’t let go of your heart fully.

Even if the scars now showed as small canyons and ridges, each one holding a darkness that would ultimately cause your demise.

He knew this.

Nobody loved Darth Vader, nobody gave themselves to the most powerful Sith in the galaxy, without understanding they would die because of it one day. Perhaps that’s what caused the absolute ache in your bones at the mere sight of him. The thought of one day no longer being by his side. Some Jedi may claim you were betraying what you believed in—destroying yourself just for an inkling of mind numbing pleasure—but it was more than that. Pleasure ultimately gave way to the pain of loving someone beyond saving.

As expected you arrived at your small house to the sight of a black ship—big enough for one—in the clearing that was solely used by him. The darkness bled through the Force, encasing you in a biting cold as you walked towards the already open door. One might say the sight of him standing amidst your tiny living room was terrifying enough to run away. But you were never one to cower in fear from him and you refused to start now.

His head tilted, energy stretching out towards you through the old connection you used to have with him, and with a small smile you reached back. Twining your brilliant blue around his obsidian nature until you saw him shudder beneath his cloak.

“You’re late,” he said—his voice something you had to continue to get used to.

Humming, you dropped your robe onto the chair behind him, heading towards your small makeshift kitchen where you knew there’d be some bread from the day before. He turned, watching you move as you continued to press your Force signature against his own—reminding him of a time when he too held a blue lightsaber brighter than yours. This was a two way street. You savored the bitter sweetness of the dark side, relishing in the rush of power that flowed through your veins, and he once again fell back into what he used to know. The calming serenity of the light side.

“You’re early,” you teased, knowing his temper was far worse than before. However he always seemed to control it around you—the tight grip he had on his anger evident in the way his fist clenched.

“Where did you go?” He demanded more than asked nowadays and so you stayed silent, awaiting for the flare of anger to shove its way into your mind.

It never came though. The silence almost shocked you as you turned, eating the remainder of the bread. But that’s what he wanted out of you—a reaction that would show you actually acknowledge his presence. How could you not? When he stood there looking like the true embodiment of the dark side of the Force. Although there were times when you missed the sight of Anakin standing before you—a smile on his face that always reached his blue eyes.

“Exploring,” you said, eyes flickering down the length of him—taking in the sight of his rigid stance. “How long are you here for?”

“Tonight.”

His answers were blunt, to the point, because he didn’t have time to dawdle. You were his secret, you knew this. If anyone found out you’d be killed and knowing who Darth Vader answered to…he’d be forced to do it himself. So, you nodded and finished the remainder of your bread as you continued to watch him—prodding at the wall of his mind to hopefully see within. But they remained up, blocking you from anything other than his Force signature which remained tightly entwined with your own.

“How long will you be gone for?”

He paused, pressing against the walls of your mind to see what exactly you were thinking, but you knew he didn’t wish to forcefully tear them down. You were not a person he was interrogating—rather a lover who he may very well lose if he didn’t act accordingly. His fist clenched again, the struggle to remain in complete control now wavering as you stalled for time. He knew what you were doing and yet he still played along.

“I don’t know.”

You hummed, once more pressing against the wall in his mind. It was dangerous to be let inside—having seen what he harbored behind the thick barrier—but your curiosity always wished to drag you into trouble.

What was safety compared to intimately knowing the most lethal person in existence? To you there would be nothing more intriguing, nothing more worth the risk than this simple gesture.

“Don’t,” he spit out, stepping closer until your lower back was digging into the counter.

“You let me in once before—”

His gloved hand landed on your throat, silencing your words and causing a shudder to run down your spine. Though the position wasn’t unfamiliar, it still brought a small inkling of fear to peek its head out. He could kill you—without remorse. Yet he never did. He simply remained, holding your throat as tenderly as he possibly could—relearning what the meaning of gentle was. That thought alone brought a dazed smile to your face, your eyes nearly fluttering closed as his thumb ran along the column of your neck.

“That is no longer a luxury you are allowed to have.”

The words were sinister on his tongue, like a sharp knife to your heart, but you’d been scarred by him before. “Is it because I know what I’ll find? Or are you afraid?”

His control finally snapped, the pressure on your throat now crushing you until you struggled for air. But he didn’t squeeze harder, he didn’t make sure that you were unable to breathe completely, because he couldn’t cross that line. He refused to. You were the only light he let slip through the cracks of his helmet; the one thing keeping him stable on the ground and while it wasn’t very Darth Vader of him to keep you—it was the part of Anakin that still remained that held onto you tightly.

“You know nothing.”

Despite the lack of oxygen, you smiled. “I know you.”

The words came out choked and broken, but it was enough. He froze, his hand loosening around your throat as the final realization clicked into place just like it always did when he found his way back to you.

You knew him—knew Anakin that lay beneath the surface and Vader that rose to power crushing him in the end. You knew all the ugly bits that showed through the evident splinters of his being and in spite of all of that…you still loved him. Whenever he left you he seemed to forget that when he came here he didn’t have to wear a shroud of anger that resembled his cape. He didn’t have to wean himself from the light side with every bittersweet touch, because you held no expectations of him.

“Anakin,” you breathed, hand sliding along his leather covered limb. “Come home.”

Little by little you saw his walls come down, felt the darkness seep into his Force signature until you were surrounded by it. Until the only light left between the two of you was yours—guiding him back to you for a brief moment. He’d only be here tonight, so you’d have tonight.

You would take as much time as you were allowed if it meant seeing Anakin for a brief moment again.

“Anakin is dead,” he muttered, hand shifting until his thumb was pressing against your bottom lip. “I killed him.”

Parting your lips you allowed him to invade your senses even further—the taste of the leather permeated your mouth, driving a moan from your throat. Digging your nails into his arm, you felt him push against you—forcing his way into your mind and showing you images of a past that felt like yesterday. Anakin’s face flashed before you, the smile you ached to see again finally coming back to you, and it drew a whimper to the surface. A sound he liked if the pressure on your tongue was enough to go by.

The scene shifted and you felt the heat flare to life in your stomach as you saw yourself beneath him, sobbing his name as he practically shoved you into all encompassing bliss. Memories he still held onto—torturing himself because he could no longer have you in the way he wanted. But above all that, one stuck to the forefront of your mind. The taste of him as he kissed you; devoured everything you were and felt greedy enough to take even more.

The first hints of the dark side within him.

“Maker,” you gasped as he ripped his hand away, reaching for the ties of your robes. “I miss it too.”

Gathering enough of your energy you used the Force to shove him backwards until he stumbled into the wall behind him—his large frame taking up too much space. To anyone else it would have felt suffocating, but to you…this was as safe as you were ever going to get. He ached to have his old self back not to be a Jedi again. No, he thrived in the sinister ways of the Sith. He wanted to be Anakin, to have you again by his side—to kiss you like he used to on nights where things became too heavy a burden to carry alone.

Somehow in the midst of you pushing him back and him resisting you ended up pinned to the wall of your bedroom by him. He didn’t even have to touch you to make you beg for more; for you to do anything he wanted. This is what bending to his will became and he loved it.

He stood inches away, the tips of his boots touching yours and so like a fool you let your walls down without any warning. Shoving every memory and burning need his way until he was gasping through the modulator—his hand slamming against the wall beside your head. Each moment you were with him, each touch and night neither of you slept—too busy finding what made the other tick—it all poured into his mind. You made him see what you saw whenever you were near him even with the mask.

The cold feeling of his mask pressed against your cheek as he tried to push himself closer. This is all it would amount to. Nights spent in secret when really the both of you ached for one last thing. Something you never got.

A farewell kiss.

“Anakin,” you said softly, hand sliding to his shoulder. “Are you home?”

He let out a breath, the sound distorted through the modulator before finally breaking down the last of his walls. “Yes.”

You didn’t know how long tonight would truly last and so you began to clutch at his arm, feeling a hot press of his gloved hand dig into your thigh as he raised it to his hip. A natural movement he’d done a hundred times over. That was enough to make you smile, a small bit of laughter echoing off the walls of your tiny room. Although darkness still clung to him, still twisted tightly around your Force energy, he remained the man you loved.

Both Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader alike.

“Tell me,” he groaned, shoving his knee up gently and fitting it right at the seam of your pants.

It almost didn’t feel fair how he knew your body so well—how he knew which way to move you to finally hear that familiar moan tumble past your lips. Grinding your hips down, your head fell back against the wall when pressure was finally applied to your throbbing clit, sending sparks down your spine. You knew he watched every emotion, expression, and heard every sound behind that helmet and somehow…that made it even more electric.

“Tell me,” he demanded, hand going back to your throat and keeping you in place as his other one guided your hips along his thigh.

Fuck, you were still clothed and felt like you would fall apart at any moment.

“I—” Moaning, your hands scrambled for purchase along his chest. “I love you.”

Placing pressure on your throat he shoved pressed his thigh upwards, watching your eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched gasp escaping you as you finally broke. Light flooded his senses, nearly breaking his stance, but the sight of you writhing in his grasp—whimpers falling from your lips was too addicting for him to let go of. They say that the dark side made one greedy; desperate for whatever they wanted, and in this moment he was prepared to take and take until you had nothing left to give.

He knew you’d let him. You would give him whatever he asked for.

“Anaki—” He cut you off, dragging you along his thigh again and watching as your face twisted. Both pain and pleasure collided as you were shoved into overstimulation.

“Again,” he said, moving his hand from your hip to your pants—helping you yank them off until the leather of his glove slid through your hot slick. “I want to see you do it again.”

“Oh fuck.”

Gasping for air, you dug your teeth into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he ruthlessly began to toy with your clit. He knew exactly what to do to shove you right on that edge again and perhaps that’s what flung you over it. Or maybe it was him shoving the same words back into your own mind until it echoed over and over again.

I love you.

Sith didn’t care about things like love, but Anakin Skywalker was never truly a Sith just as he was never truly a Jedi.

He was stuck in between—crossing the border of want and need.

“I can’t.” A cry ripped from you as his other hand moved down from your neck to your chest, rubbing a thumb over your nipple. “I—Anakin I can’t.”

He chuckled, the sound menacing even to you. “Yes you can.”

This wasn’t a question—it was a choice of when you’d finally give in. The pressure in your body built, the coil twisting as he continued to rub sharp circles on your clit. When your legs began to shake and your vision became blurry from tears, you knew you were right there on the very edge of shattering, but you couldn’t. Not until he joined you on that edge—relenting his power to give you some of your own.

“Say it,” you begged, eyes screwing shut as he sunk two fingers into you right to the knuckle—his thumb continuing. “Say it for me. Please I need—I need to—”

“I love you.”

The words sounded foreign coming from his modulator, but you knew this was Anakin speaking not the twisted side of him that fed off of pain. He’d finally ripped free from the cage he was put in, leeching off the light coming from you with glee. He may not have meant the words entirely, but they did what you both intended them to do.

Sobbing his name, you felt the pressure snap in two flooding your body with a white-hot pleasure. You could hear his fingers as they continued to pump into you, rubbing against the spot along your walls that made your legs shake and tears flow down your cheeks.

“That’s it,” he muttered, hand going around your neck to hold you in place as you practically grinded on his hand—the pleasure still coursing through your veins.

You were lost to it. Mind numb to everything else but him standing before you.

It took you a few minutes to catch your breath and gain feeling in your limbs again and he waited. Gave you a chance to breathe as he fought against the impatience that trickled into his veins—a quality that was unnatural to him. Once you were finally able to open your eyes, sighing in contentment, you focused on his mind—allowing yourself a chance to see inside of it. As always it was inner turmoil that had you flinching, but right now all you saw were memories of you and him. The same ones he played over and over again while he was away from you.

“And here I thought you never missed me while you were away,” you said, lips curving into a smile sweet enough to taste.

“I don’t miss you.” He leaned closer, hand reaching down to cup your swollen cunt. “I miss this.”

Words like that should have stung, but you knew him better than that. You knew why he said the things he said. So you smiled wider, dragging his arm up until his hand was in front of your face, the black leather shiny with your cum. Twining your Force signature around him until he couldn’t escape, you sucked his fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself. He didn’t expect you to give in so easily—usually enjoying the fight you put him through. But tonight you’d settle for this so you could gain more.

“We’ll see about that,” you whispered, kissing his palm and dropping his arm.

You wanted him to give over the control he ached for; wanted to watch as the last of his residual armor came crashing down around you. Only one person would be able to say they brought Darth Vader down to their knees and it was you. His light, his moon, his lover.

Pushing his leg away, you pressed your hands on his chest, wishing you could once again feel the strong heartbeat beneath his skin. The steady thrum of it put you to sleep on long nights when you snuck away from the Jedi Temple, but for now you’d have to settle for the rhythmic timing of his breaths as they echoed around the room.

Without another thought, you dropped to your knees in front of him—his body keeping you caged in along the wall. You figured he already knew what you were going to do, if the way he widened his stance told you anything. His hand cupped the back of your neck, tilting your gaze back towards him. It was the gentle nature of his touch that sent heat spilling into your heart. Anakin flared to life right before your eyes with every passing minute.

Undoing his belt, you allowed yourself a moment to admire what lay beneath the leather. What he always drew your attention away from. The skin was burnt, scarred beyond anything you’d ever seen before, but that never mattered to you. He stood stiff, his other hand pressed against the wall, helmet focused on you. Almost like he was unsure of what would happen.

Would you not care? Or would what remained not be what you wanted?

“Oh…” you gasped when he was finally free.

He was scarred there too, you’d felt it before. Except you weren’t shocked by that; no you were surprised by how worked up he was. The glossy sheen of precum building up at the tip practically dripped down your palm as you held him—begging for you to taste. Leaning forward, you took the head of his cock into your mouth, the guttural moan he let out sending a flare of heat through your body.

“Is this for me?” you asked sweetly, knowing it would only succeed in riling him up even more.

He grunted, his hand pushing you forward until his cock was once more back in your mouth. Although you didn’t mind in the slightest. Not when his addicting salty tang spread on your tongue the longer you sucked on the head. He was shameless with the sounds he made. Entirely focused on his pleasure, but you felt the way he softly rubbed his thumb along your neck, sending goosebumps down your skin.

“Take me deeper,” he said, already knowing you were heading that way anyways. “I know you can.”

You moaned when he hit the back of your throat, his hips thrusting forward slightly until you gagged. That alone only made him do it again. Pressing against the firm line that stood between the both of you. He wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want—as long as you gave him control. Something you were more than okay with handing over.

It’s not like you had any semblance of it before he became Darth Vader. Anakin had always been one to take what he deemed he deserved. Except when it came to you, he always gave you the choice. Even now as your nose brushed the base of his cock, your throat squeezing him so tight his whole body shuddered, you still held the choice.

You sucked in a breath when he pulled away, tears streaming down your cheeks and spit covering your chin. Part of you wanted to keep going—to feel him spill down your throat—but you knew that wasn’t what he was here for. Dragging you up, he pressed the cold shell of his helmet against your forehead, hands grasping your hips tightly.

“I need—” He cut himself off, a loud breath reverberating through his modulator.

For the first time that night you felt it. The small flicker of blue in his otherwise black Force signature. Only in moments like this, when his desperation practically permeated the air, did you find your Anakin.

The only thing stronger than Palpatine’s hold over him had always been the love he felt for you—that was clear to you now.

“I know,” you murmured, leading him back and watching as he sat on your bed. His large frame practically took up the entire room. He spread his legs, allowing you to step between them, but you had a different plan altogether.

Clambering onto his lap, you held yourself up as you positioned his cock at your entrance. Your slick practically pooled over him, making it easier for you to take him in one thrust. But rather than rush this, you held yourself there. Hovering over his needy and wanting cock—making him wait for the one thing he so desperately needed. The blue flickered again, vibrating through you and forcing a gasp from your lungs.

You longed to pull it closer until it enveloped you entirely; til you suffocated from its light. But whatever remained was now small and fleeting, only seen in moments like this. His grasp turned harsh, impatient. Letting you know that he only had so much left in him before he took back the small sliver of control he allotted you.

Your whole body shook as you finally lowered yourself, feeling the stretch of his cock sliding into your cunt. A growl ripped from his chest, his hands pressing you down further and watching in delight as your head fell back, a garbled shout echoing off the walls. You went dizzy with the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. It rushed through you, setting each nerve in your body alight with a burning fire.

Which only made everything shine brighter.

Light flooded his senses, your Force signature practically bleeding out into the room. And he took it. He swallowed it whole in his never ending darkness with the hope that you were never extinguished.

“More,” you gasped, fingers digging into the leather that covered his shoulder.

He shoved his hips upward, grinding against you and tearing a sound from your chest that seared into his mind instantly. You were a wanton mess. Barely hanging on to the person you were thirty minutes ago—before he came back into your life. Instead there you were. The lover who fed off of his darkness; who took what the Jedi Order claimed was forbidden and begged for more.

“Maker—fuck—I-I’m oh fuck—” You made no sense, but that’s the way he wanted you. An incoherent babbling mess that rode his cock to chase that feeling only he could bring you.

Lifting yourself up slightly, you dropped back down haphazardly, hating the emptiness that came with his cock slipping out of you. A sound tore through his modulator, his hands tightening on your hips as you set a brutal pace. He groaned when your walls tightened around him, the sound of your skin slapping against the leather of his pants echoing in the room. If you listened closely you could hear the wet squelch of your slick as he set his own pace, pounding into you without abandon.

“Please, Anakin please,” you cried, unsure of what you were begging for.

He seemed to know though.

Without a response, his hand wrapped around your throat, pressing down tightly as he thrusted upwards even harder. The lack of oxygen seemed to only heighten the sensation you chased—pleasure building up to an almost painful degree in your body.

He bent you to his will, guiding your body in a way that felt familiar. You didn’t have to think when he was here, didn't need to focus your energy on any of this, because he did it for you. His gloved thumb pressed against your lips until you opened up with ease, sucking his finger into your mouth with a moan. It gave you a chance to take in a deep breath before he clamped down tight around your throat again. Turning your vision hazy.

“Good,” he muttered, pulling the spit slicked finger from your mouth. Only to press it firmly against your clit.

Your body arched, a broken cry falling from your lips as tears streamed down your face. It was too much, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to ask him to stop. You didn’t want him to. The pleasure nearly blinded you with each thrust of his cock into your dripping cunt. But what made you fall wasn’t the feeling of him finally striking against the spot that made your body curl in on itself.

No, it was the image he projected in your mind.

“That’s what you like huh,” Anakin’s voice grunted in your head, his blue eyes just as bright as before.

You sobbed out a garbled yes, eyes rolling back. The image continued. A bright blue light wrapped itself around you, nearly burning you from the inside out as he pinched your clit between his fingers. And you chased it; grabbed onto the sensation tightly and let it fill your chest until you swore your heart stopped beating.

“I want you to cum. Let me see my pussy drip for me,” he spit, dragging you closer until you were pressed so tight it nearly hurt.

“Don’t,” you gasped, shoving the image of Anakin away from your mind, eyes focusing on the empty soulless black mask he wore. His hand let up slightly, allowing you breath to speak. “I want to see you. Not him.”

Warmth spread through your chest when his hips stuttered, a groan reverberating against your breast. You wished you could kiss him. Feel the hot press of his lips on yours, but this—feeling him thrust into you quickly—was enough. His hand tightened again as his cock drove up into you harshly, hitting right where you needed to fly off the edge. Your mouth fell open, a broken sob making its way through as the all encompassing heat you so desired began to spill through your body.

A snarl ripped through your very being when he finally joined you, spurting into your swollen cunt and filling you until you leaked around the base of him. Except he didn’t stop. He pushed forward, thrusting into you until pain filtered through the pleasure. Once more you were shoved into that bliss, drowning in it with no way out.

Sobbing his name, you felt your body shake as he finally ceased his movements, allowing you to sag against him. The energy was completely depleted from you and he knew it. Which is why he didn’t move. Simply breathed deeply, his softening cock still deep in you, causing you to moan slightly at every soft twitch.

“How long until you have to go?” you sighed, your fingers tracing random shapes against his armor.

“Soon.”

“Will you come back?”

You knew you wouldn’t receive an answer. You never did, because even he didn’t know when Palpatine would finally release him again from his grasp. He let out a breath, his hands cupping your ass as he molded you to him. The blue light still flickered amidst the darkness, turning his once bleak Force signature a brilliant midnight color. And for a moment you saw the real him. The man who lay beyond the layers of his armor.

Laying a kiss against the cold shell of his mask, you allowed yourself a moment to be enveloped by him. The darkness would return eventually, wiping away the man who sat beneath you. But for now, he was here and he was yours.

Smiling, you pressed against it with your own, feeling him shudder beneath you. It was like looking at the night sky—a sight you wanted to keep until you were left alone once more. Curling around his body, you allowed sleep to finally overtake you, your mind soothed by the soft touch of the Force he pressed against you.

Only then did you realize.

In the small space of your home, beneath the strain of a galaxy under siege, your Anakin finally found his way home again.

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ahsoka-in-a-hood · 8 months

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I loved seeing Anakin through Ahsoka's eyes, and how her older perspective blended with her younger. I loved how discomfited she was, seeing the battlefield again. I loved how Hayden played him, capturing his TCW self, and seeming like how she saw him back then, what he projected to her- this cool older brother, adapted to the field of war. I loved how his jokes weren't funny, either in retrospect or at the time. I loved how his tenderness, and her tenderness to the injured clone, and her youth, were all juxtaposed against the brutality of it.

I loved how even in the very first flashback of one her earliest engagements, Vader and Anakin were melding in her mind. I loved how her view of his apparent callousness about war and his methods of training changed with her knowledge of his future. I loved that she could no longer separate in her mind what he taught her from an adapted version of the jedi way and the way of Vader.

I loved his cocky confidence and her disillusionment, and the heavy feelings under them. I loved that he -in her mind or actually- was still proud of what a skilled warrior she had become, could see that she was more than that. I loved, and got chills, when he transitioned into vader and turned his blade on her, even in her siege of mandalore form, in a horrible echo of what may well have happened if she'd been on site for his fall.

He was larger than life, and he was lovable, and he was terrifying, and I understand why he haunts her.

#idk idk #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano

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dulaglutide · 1 year

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I won’t lie, I’m a sucker for yandere characters x a willing darling (I’m going to hell for it-). But can you write some scenarios where the yandere Upper moons kidnap Reader and she begins to cry. They of course think it’s because she’s scared but she soon explains she’s crying because she’s never had someone love her enough to want to keep her around for long. So to Reader, getting kidnapped is the most loving thing someone’s done to her. (*cough* please include the Hantengu clones *cough*)

Aizetsu can kidnap me whenever he wants I will not be upset by it if anything I’d be the one kidnapping him WARNINGS⚠️: mentions of kidnapping, swearing

Yandere! Uppermoons x willing! fem reader

Kokushibo

When you started tearing up he was a little annoyed

He didn’t want to hear you cry

When he said, “why are you crying”

He assumed he was about to get yelled at because he just kidnapped you

But when you said thank you

He was in shock

What do you mean ‘thank you’? Did you love him back?

”Thank you, nobody has ever loved me before. Let alone kidnapped me because of how much they love me!” You said happily though sobs

He didn’t say anything to you but he did pat you on the head as a form of letting you know that your safe

Douma

When you started to tear up once he told you why you were their he was dumbfounded

He didn’t understand why you would be crying

”Y-you really mean it?” You said looking into his rainbow eyes gay eyes

He nodded slowly not knowing if this is good or bad

When you started smiling is when he understood that you were happy about it

“Nobody has ever loved me before…….thank you, thank you!” You said looking at him with happy tears in your eyes

”You’re very welcome, my dear!” Douma said kissing your forehead as he untied you knowing that your not going to be leaving

Akaza

Akaza was scared when he saw you start crying

He didn’t want to make you cry let alone make a WOMAN cry

He just stood there not saying anything looking at you as your cried

He didn’t understand why you had a smile on your face

He was hoping you weren’t actually like Douma

He was shocked when he heard a little thank you come from your lips

He asked, “do you love me back?”

You replied with, “nobody has ever loved me before”

Thats when he knew that you were perfect for him

Sekido

Sekido was offended when you started crying

”Shut the fuck up your crying is annoying”

When you said “sorry I am just happy that somebody loves me”

He was taken aback

Wait you’re not upset? This is easier than he thought it would be

You tried to stop crying but couldn’t because of how happy you were

He didn’t tell you to shut up this time

Instead he picked you up and held you in his arms in a possessive way

Karaku

Karaku will be a little annoyed by your crying but he won’t show it

To try and get you to stop crying he kissed you

He was surprised that you kissed him back

He thought you were going to try and get away but when you gave in he was impressed

When he pulled away you said “thank you for loving me”

He was very happy about how willing you were

He replied with, “You welcome baby”

You couldn’t walk the next morning

Aizetsu

Aizetsu almost started crying when you did

He thought you hated him for kidnapping you

He didn’t want you to hate him

He started rambling apology’s you better love him I swear

This poor angel baby was scared

But when you said that you were happy about him kidnapping you he was in shock

He smiled very very lightly

He was relieved

He untied you and held you close to him telling you how scared you made him

Manipulative

Urogi

Chicken tenders

When you started crying he wasn’t bothered by it

He started laughing

He didn’t care if he had to break you into being his

It would be fun for him

He put his face really close to yours so your noses were touching and said teasingly “why the sad face” with a fake pout

”I-I’m not said I am happy”

That caught him off guard

It made him happy once he processed that you loved him back

He started covering your face in kisses while telling you how happy he was

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blkgirl-writing · 5 months

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I love your touch starved Gale so much 😭❤️ honestly it's so tender and yum haha

Do you have an A-Z/Alphabet NSFW thing for Gale??? 🙏

I do now!!! I totally forgot abut Alphabet stuff, if ya'll want one for every character let me know, I'm working on Astarion right now!

Gale Dekarios NSFW alphabet (x reader)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gale is kind and caring, he will always make sure you get what you need before he really relaxes. Sex isn't over for him until you're taken care of, aftercare is a part of the sexual experience to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Creampie every time, though after eating you out he has stopped to cum on your thighs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not that much of a secret since anyone who looked at his underwear knows, it's self jerk off underwear. Honestly I think he's used them during battle when you look extra hot. Trying really hard not to show that he's pleasuring himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Gale is fairly experenced, having a few mortal hookups/relationships and obviously a long fling with Mystra that left him a bit sexually traumatized (and generally very traumatized). He's had enough sex to know what he wants but still open to try new things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Side fucking is his favorite for sure, it's easy to get away with while camping with the others as well. Also plowing you from behind while you lay on your stomach is a favorite, as he can kiss your neck or hold down your waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious. Once he gets in that mood there's no getting him out of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's trimmed for your pleasure, otherwise he'd definitely just forget.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Gale is a great mix of romantic, passionate, and filthy. Everything does hand in hand very well, he can absolutely run a train through you in astral protections with gangbanging you with literally just clones of himself, but he will still whisper sweet and romantic things, still check if you need to stop or if anything is too much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Gale cry jerks like all the time lmao. Guilty masturbation is something he has mastered. Thinking about you before you get sexually involved? he will feel guilty.

How he jerks off is two different ways. The only way he can really cum is by grinding on something, his hand, the bed, his enchanted underwear, etc... But he doesn't need to cum. So he also jerks off with his hand behind the rocks near the beach in act 1s camp.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This is gonna be a hear-me-out kind of situation.

Semi public sex kink. in front of windows, on balconies, middle of the forrest, etc.

lil bit of a jealousy thing, leaves hickies on your neck to show that ya'll fuck good.

he wouldn't do anything to harm you, so anything thats too 'harsh" is a no no for Gale.

thigh fucking kink?

sweaty kink?? cause battling? that whole speech was one of the most sexually charged things I have read.

lil bit of a breeding kink, not with actually getting pregnant, but definitely the deep creampies and keeping his cum in you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Gale cannot WAIT to fuck you in every single inch of his tower. Whenever he pictures fucking you, he pictures you in his home. It's kinda romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, any glance at you will get him going. Like an instant hard on. If he looks at you too long, boner. if he looks at your thighs or butt? Boner. Slightly low cut top? Boner. Battling? Boner.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do anything to hurt you, the most he'd do is wax play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. This man GIVES. He fucks to serve. He wants your pleasure, he doesn't cum til you do, no matter what. If that means he won't cum, then he won't cum. If he could spend all day between your legs he would.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sensual but fast and hard. This man pounds.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He hadn't ever been able to not last a while before you, now, he can actually do quickies, which infatuates him for a while so you have a lot of quickies for a time. But usually everything lasts an hour or so.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Gale is down to try just about anything you'd want, but he definitely already knows what he likes most.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shockingly he can go for awhile. He will need to just lay for a while because he definitely isn't made for long sessions, he just ignores his knee and back pain for you until he absolutely can't.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

We all know he will, can, and has used magic hand during sex. Does copies of him count as toys as well?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Gale isn't one to tease much. Verbally, sometimes, yes, telling you how hot you are, how good you look, etc, while having no time to slip away to fuck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Mystra wanted him silent, so he's working on getting more vocal during sex. But he doesn't moan loudly, sometimes whimpers or gasps.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gale absolutely reads smut. We know this kinda from his diagram books basically, but I think he has a whole bookshelf dedicated to smut. His favorite being wlw.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Said this before but honestly? I watched something and that dick that was shown just screamed Gale to me, so I'm revising my HC and saying Gale is 7 inches, girthy, and curved upwards and slightly to the left, it absolutely fucks. Like tied with best dick of the group, tied with Wyll and his ribbed cock.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Gales sex drive is very dependant on you. If he's thinking about you or around you? very high. On his own? slightly above average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. After a long fuck, literally instantly after he checks to see if you need anything. after astral fucking he feels energized, after a quickie he feels a bit tired but fine overall.

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Danny at the tender age of 23, has had a bad month. He had just lost his job as an interpreter with his company due to rejecting the advances of one of the older female bosses and his landlord was trying to screw him over on rent.

It honestly surprised him when he woke up one day with his wrists bound in front of him and trapped in a tube. He had been out of the hero game since the portals closed up years ago and Vlad lost his powers, so it had been a while since the whole "kidnapping" thing had happened to him.

He looked out through the glass of the tube as he turned intangible to let the IV needles fall out of his arms. There luckly wasn't any glowing green goo in the tube with him, but he doubts it will stay that way long as the scientists outside his containment chatted happily about "the discovery of the decade!" Ick.

He waits till they're gone before turning intangible slipping out of his tube and heading straight for the computer. He knew how to hack, but he was low on time and needed to know exactly what was going on, so some ghostly meddling with electronics were necessary. Sorry Tuck.

It was at this moment he found out several things.

1. Danny had apparently been here for several months instead of the few days he had initially assumed

2. He was found somewhere in his own thermos, asleep. Luckily they haven't been able to replicate any technology from it.

3. Superheros were a very real thing now. How long had he been asleep?

4. He had been cloned. Again. But this time he had someone else's DNA mixed in with the clones to make them more stable and intelligent. Some guy named Red Robin. Huh. Was that his real name or...?

Danny took a deep breath before locating his new clone kids. Ellie would be thrilled...if she was still around that is. He could think about that later, right now he had to grab his babies-and oh ancients- they were babies! The oldest of the three looked four years old at most and the youngest looked only a few hours. He was still all pink and alien looking.

Luckily his children didn't fight him when he picked them up and flew through the walls with them. He made a mental note to teach them stranger danger when he came across a large red button.

You won't believe what it was labeled as. Yep. A self destruct button. How cliché. Whatever. He pushed it and sirens immediately started to go off and he continued flying them through walls before exited into a dark gothic city he knew Sam would immediately love.

Somehow he managed to immediately land a job as a linguist for Wayne tech. Probably thanks to the three small kids he had and the panicked look on his face. Bruce was a really chill dude.

Batman however, was a prick. He met the guy weeks after his run in with Bruce and he kept popping up after he found out the clone babies were partially from one of his birds and trying to take custody away from him or convince him to give them up. Danny retaliated by spreading the rumor/truth that his kids where Red Robins from creepy cloning scientists that kidnapped him before immediately moving out of Gotham and into Fawcett City to work for a competitors company. This way Red couldn't legally go after him for custody without revealing his identity :)

This is how Red Robin, at the tender age of 25, learned he had kids with a man named Daniel Nightengale. Not only that, Bruce knew about them and didn't tell him.

Danny made it clear that if any of the Gotham Rouges tried to follow him and harm his kids they would come back missing a hand. Joker found out the hard way that he wasn't bluffing.

Shazams old guy mentor almost has an aneurysm when he senses the freaking GHOST KING living in Fawcett. Danny is also much more powerful then ever before and accidentally made the power go out in half the city when he got truly angry with Batman.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #time drake #red robin #poor tim #the nightengale idea wasnt mine #but i love it and believe it should be the fentons go to for identity problems #tim wants to meet his kids #danny is superdad #ever listened to Mr. mom?#danny is the mom from that song and i fully support him #the batfam all lose thier minds #shazam doesnt know what to think of danny #danny is worlds best dad #long post

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masterjedilenawrites · 3 months

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Hello! Your writing is so detailed and lovely. If you don't mind, how do you think the boys (Cody, Tup, Echo, etc.) would be with a partner that likes leaving lipstick kiss marks on them or in places for them to find? Thank you if you do this one!!

Doing some short and sweet headcanons for this one. Enjoy! 💋

Rex, Fox, and Kix find it very adorable. The act always brings a cheerful smile to their face, maybe even a chuckle if they're already in a good mood. If they find it later, they'll make sure to give their partner a big smooch when they see them again.

Echo (pre-citadel), Tup, and Dogma blush like crazy and immediately try to wipe the mark off or hide it. They don't not like it, but it flusters them so much they've got to get it off asap. They'd be especially embarrassed if a brother noticed before they did.

Jesse, Hardcase, and Fives get a kick out of it. If they're in a playful mood, they'll keep the mark on all day to show off. If they're in a friskier mood, then they may just cancel their plans and stay home to adorn their partner with marks of their own.

Cody and Wolffe will never admit how much they enjoy it. Whether they see their partner leave the mark or find it afterward, they'll take time later to admire it in the mirror before wiping it off. It reminds them how lucky they are to be in a relationship.

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echo-lover · 2 months

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Why are you watching this, it's for kids. Focus on life, find yourself a partner, have your own family. You are an adult. Grow up.

You don't understand it. This is not just a series...

This series gives me a chance to feel like a kid again. I find comfort, safety and care in the arms of characters who mean the world to me. I experience each of their moments of sadness, each of their smallest joys, as if they were my own. This is my home, my safe space. I love them with all my heart. Thank you Star-Wars for my beautiful family.

I love Wrecker because he always managed to put a smile back on my face, even when I was having the worst day ever. His cheerful personality makes it impossible not to like him. Sometimes he is just a child, trapped in a large man's body. Behind all this muscles and enormous strength that can easily hurt you, there is a soft heart made of gold. He can be gentle, soft, even quiet if he has to. He would do absolutely everything for his family. He is also way more intelligent than he might think. The way he takes care of Omega melts my heart every time. Kids love him and he loves kids.

I love Tech because he can quickly adapt to situations. His voice is so special... I could listen to him for hours and never get tired of his facts about everything he saw and heard on his missions. He showed me that being smart is not something I should be ashamed of. His voice is calming, gives me comfort... I love his little jokes and moments where he was just a little savage in conversations. Even though he processes moments and thoughts differently, he is still able to share his own feelings with Omega. She helped him open up and show the part of himself that he kept closed from the world, even from himself. He loved his family so much that he sacrificed himself for their safety, paying the biggest price. He is worth every tear I shed for him (and there were so many).

I love Echo because I see a part of myself in him. He has been with me from the very beginning of my journey with Clones, and is one of the most important characters for me. I relate to him for many personal reasons. Even though he has experienced so much evil in his life, he is still able to be gentle, caring and show love to those who were closest to him. I especially love his bond with Omega, they both understand each other through their traumas, and way more. Omega quickly became the most important to Echo, but he couldn't give up on fighting, even for her. He felt that he has to somehow compensate for all the lost years when he was a prisoner on SkakoMinor. His honor, loyalty and courage inspire me every day. And his tenderness and softness touch my soul deeply. I could talk about him for hours and never get bored. I wish I'd be able to give him the biggest and warmest hug, and tell him how important he is to me.

I love Crosshair because he's the type of character I could easily hate, but I don't. In fact Cross is very close to my heart, I feel sorry for him and I want to help him get back to his old self. He is so much more than what the Empire has done to him. This sniper who never misses, who doesn't have to use his muscles to hurt - words are enough for him - silent, yet sharp. Precise, accurate, always on point. Confident, knowing his skills. Painfully honest, but needing to prove his worth to others at the same time. I know there is this soft side of him, hidden, but it is there for sure. The side that loves his brothers and little sister more than his own life. He need some time to understand that he is worth all the love in the Galaxy and I hope that Omega will help him to realize, that his brothers never really left him. They would take him back, if he just wanted...

I love Hunter because he makes me feel safe. I can't put it into words, but he's a character that reminds me of home... a loved one that I lost some time ago. He is so much like my dad at some point and his bond with Omega is so special for me. I know he's not perfect, he makes mistakes just like everyone else, but he always wants to do the right thing. He is a leader, not the one that only gives orders, but he is more like the head of the family who protect them - a father. He always puts his family first and is willing to do anything for them. For any of them, including Crosshair. He often doesn't give direct orders, just suggestions. His squad is not just soldiers, but they are his brothers, his closest family. His priorities changed when Omega appeared in his life - a child in need of a family, who trusted him and gave him love that he had never received before. From a soldier, he became a father, who would give everything for his daughter's safety and joy. His relationship with Omega is the most important to me. I loved him from the first moment and I could talk about him for hours, just like about Echo. I will always defend him. No matter what.

I love Omega because she took the best parts of each of her brothers. She is fearless, brave, strong and ready to defend her family until the very end. She's just a sweet little girl who can't have a normal childhood. She's different, just like her brothers, and she's so proud of it. She is not afraid to show her individuality. But even though she is strong and brave, she is still just a child. She needs love, protection... family... and Bad Batch gave it to her... a home, a safe place, loving brothers... Words cannot describe how important she is to me. Now she has changed so much, she is no longer this little Omega from first season... I think she becomes so much like Hunter.

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💕Clone Commander NSFW Headcanons💕

A/N: Headcanon/Drabble bullet list about our dear, dear Commanders. I’ve been having major feels about them lately.

Sorry if it’s crap lmao I wrote it on my lunch. It’s what came to my head first for each and I needed to get these thots out of my brain! 🤣

Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Clone Commanders x Reader. (Mayday, Cody, Wolffe, and Fox)

Pls enjoy~

Mayday

There’s making love, and then there’s making love with Mayday.

This man WORSHIPS you like the god(dess) you are.

He knows every inch of your body, every part of you that makes you giggle, sigh, moan, beg for more, etc.

He’s very intimate and loving, and gets off on getting you off.

Mayday wants nothing more than to pleasure you and treat you with the utmost reverence.

Favorite position: Missionary. Mayday wants to be as close as possible and look you in the eyes as you fuck, seeing how much pleasure you’re receiving and how good he’s making you feel.

He loves when you wrap your legs/arms around him and pull him impossibly closer, seeing every expression on your face as he thoroughly takes care of you.

Praise praise praise. Mayday loves whispering to you how good you are for him, how incredible you feel, how much he loves you, etc. He loves hearing it back, too

Idk I just think he’d be an intensely romantic partner and treat you so right 🥰

Cody

This man is precise and in control at all times.

Cody doesn’t want to rush. He’s a man who takes his time to undo you, warming you up to the point of you begging for him to just take you. He knows you inside and out.

BUT call him “sir” or “Commander” and it’s all over for him.

His dominant facade crumbles and loses his control, his hips driving faster and deeper into you with wild abandon.

Favorite position: You sitting in his lap since it gives him total access to your body.

Cody’s hands can roam and grope your thighs, ass, he can leave his marks on your neck and chest while being so close to you.

That’s really what he wants. Just to be close.

Hearing your whines, the sighs of his name as you bounce on his cock. It really gets him going. He knows that you’re his and he is yours.

He’ll groan orders hotly in your ear to go faster, slower, when you’re allowed to cum, how perfect you are when you’re doing so, etc.

Cody is also a secret romantic. After, he’ll kiss your hands, your cheeks, your eyelids, your forehead.

He loves laying with you after, feeling your body against his as you both doze off in one another’s arms.

Wolffe

This man is intense, but passionate.

Loves being in control, his favorite thing in the world is hearing his name leave your lips in pleasured moans.

The louder you are, the better. It makes the man go feral knowing he’s making you feel this way.

Favorite position: you flat on your stomach and him laying on top of you.

He loves the carnal aspect of it, mounting you and driving deep, feeling your ass on his hips, his lips at your ear growling and groaning how you are his. He doesn’t last long in this position but it drives him absolutely wild.

Is a little possessive, gets off knowing no one else can make you feel like this.

After awhile of being in a relationship he’d be comfortable enough to let you take charge in the bedroom. It’s a vulnerable position for him and only something he’d allow with someone he fully truly trusts.

And when that does happen, he loves it. He might not admit it at first, but he’d ask for it again.

Wolffe’s aftercare is next level, though. When the wild fucking is over, he’ll curl up to you, kiss you so gently and clean you up, handling you with tender care.

He’ll murmur sweet words, making sure you’re okay and telling you how much he loves you.

Fox

As we all agree, this man needs a damn break.

He loves being taken care of by you.

Fox doesn’t mind relinquishing some control and just laying back and letting you take charge of his pleasure.

That’s not to say he won’t reciprocate, he absolutely will. He loves giving oral and undoing you completely with his hands and mouth.

Favorite position: cowgirl / you on top. Seeing you take what you want and having the perfect view of your body while doing so just does it for him.

You can practically see his stress melt away as you ride him, his eyes never leaving yours as he thrusts almost desperately back up into you.

It’s the only time he can just get lost in you, and forget his burdens, even just for a little bit. You take such good care of him, and he you.

After you ride him and have your fill, he’ll spoon you and fuck you that way, slow and deliberate, kissing your shoulder and mumbling soft praises in your ear, wishing this could never end.

Being with you in this intimate way is his favorite distraction from his high-pressure job, and he’s going to enjoy every second of it.

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Who's laughing now? - Aizetsu x Reader

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!Aizetsu, modern AU, Hantengu clones are brothers, tormenting, dirty talk Synopsis: you are plotting revenge against your ex-boyfriend, Aizetsu, for ending your relationship because of your dominant nature. Little does he know that your plan for revenge involves using that very aspect of your personality against him Requested by: my lovely @within-eyesight ♥

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It had been a long and arduous night, and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of anticipation. Tonight, you were going to assert your dominance over him once again.

His name was Aizetsu, and he had truly messed up. Once upon a time, he had been your boyfriend, though the relationship had only lasted a brief month during your college years before mutually deciding that remaining friends would be a better path to take. Well, at least he had made that decision. Aizetsu, with his reserved nature and gentle demeanor, rarely voiced his opinions, even when faced with a wrong order from a waiter. In contrast, you possessed a bold and vibrant personality, exuding confidence and an extroverted charisma that both charmed and overwhelmed Aizetsu. Initially, his timidness had intrigued you, as you were drawn to men who could be easily rattled. And in the beginning, things seemed to go smoothly. Despite your contrasting dispositions, there was an undeniable attraction between the two of you, and you managed to navigate your differences fairly well.

Difficulties began to surface when your intimate encounters took center stage. In the realm of the bedroom, your true nature emerged — dominant, in every sense of the word. You reveled in overpowering others, relishing in their helplessness, delighting in the act of humiliating them. It was vulnerability that stirred a primal desire within you. Unfortunately for Aizetsu, he was not exempt from this treatment.

During your first sexual encounter, Aizetsu anticipated a conventional experience: a gentle exploration of each other's bodies, perhaps some tender foreplay, and a traditional missionary position that would conclude the encounter. Little did he know, your desires ran much deeper than that simplistic script. So, imagine his surprise when you slapped him across the face, ripped off his clothing, and threw him onto the bed. Before he could even form a word of protest, you straddled him. "Shut the fuck up, slut." That was all you said, before sliding him into you and fucking him amazon style until his eyes rolled back into his head. In the depths of passion, he succumbed to overwhelming sensations, his hypersensitive cock relentlessly stimulated, eliciting gasps and moans that pleaded for respite. Aizetsu must have come three times at least. Yet, you disregarded his pleas, driven by an insatiable desire to fulfill your own gratification. Unyielding, you continued to thrust your hips into him, unrelenting until your own satisfaction was attained. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the drool escaping his mouth, as you taunted and belittled him, mocking his vulnerability and dubbing him pathetic. You reveled in his submissive state, declaring his moans akin to those of a feeble soul, challenging him to futilely attempt an escape, fully aware of his inability to overpower you.

Following that intense encounter, you engaged in sexual intimacy only once more, and the outcome echoed a familiar pattern. However, a week or two later, Aizetsu timidly approached you, breaking the news that despite his affection for you, the relationship simply wasn't working out. He expressed the sentiment that although you shared mutual friends and could still spend time together, he believed that the two of you were not compatible in a romantic sense. He did not explicitly state that the reason for the breakup stemmed from the intense and degrading sexual experiences you had shared, but the deep crimson blush on his cheeks spoke volumes as he delivered the news, implying an unspoken acknowledgment of the overwhelming strain on his masculinity caused by those encounters.

In the aftermath of the rejection, you outwardly handled it with composure, maintaining a facade of acceptance. You gracefully navigated the remainder of your college years, engaging in amicable interactions with Aizetsu and the shared friend group. There was no need for anyone to pick sides as you all continued to hang out and study together. Initially, Aizetsu approached the situation with caution, wary of any lingering grudges you might hold. However, over time, the ease and familiarity that characterized your friendship from the beginning began to resurface. Aizetsu came to believe that you had moved on, finding solace in the arms of his older brother, Sekido. He assumed that you both had reached a mutual understanding, accepting that remaining friends was the best course of action.

But he was wrong. Oh, he was so wrong.

Your viewpoint on sexual partners was characterized by an unwavering and stringent belief. Once you had assumed the dominant role with a partner, in your mind, they belonged to you. This conviction held particularly true for Aizetsu, considering the extent to which you had exerted dominance over him. It baffled you that he could oscillate from weeping and pleading, exhibiting complete submission and vulnerability one moment, to requesting a breakup the next. How could someone in a submissive position have the audacity to believe they had a say in matters? The idea that individuals in such subservient positions could determine the course of the relationship was entirely unacceptable to you. The moment Aizetsu welcomed you into his bedroom, he had made a choice, whether he comprehended it or not. In your mind, he now belonged to you, and it was necessary to remind him of this undeniable truth.

And so, your meticulous planning, patient waiting, and cunning schemes were finally reaching their climax tonight, following the party hosted by Sekido, Aizetsu's older brother. As you stepped into the living room, the soft glow of the TV screen casting a serene blue light, three of his brothers — Sekido, Urogi, and Karaku — were strewn across the room in different states of repose. One nestled in an armchair, while others found comfort on the love seat or curled up on the couch. Disregarding their presence, you carefully tiptoed past them, your focus fixed solely on your intended target, your prey.

Aizetsu lay sprawled on a small couch, isolated from the others, his body barely concealed by a scanty blanket that partially slipped off onto the floor. Your gaze roamed over him with an insatiable hunger. Deep in an intoxicated slumber, he lay stripped down to his boxers, exposing much of his physique. One arm stretched behind his head, while the other dangled over the edge of the couch, his fingers grazing the wooden floor of the living room.

The mere sight of him in that vulnerable state stirred an overwhelming arousal within you. He was oblivious to the impending events, completely unaware of the intense desire that coursed through your veins. Gently settling yourself near his waist, ensuring not to disturb his slumber, you delicately trailed a solitary finger along the length of his muscular torso. Your elongated nails traced a tantalizing path from his collarbone to his waist, eliciting a slight twitch from him as you brushed over his nipple. Aside from that subtle reaction, he remained still, oblivious to your presence and intentions.

"Perfect,” you whispered, smiling at how well your plan had worked.

Your hands ventured beneath the confines of his waist, cautiously prying open the front of his boxers. With delicate precision, you extracted his flaccid member, revealing it to the cool air. Aizetsu's legs twitched slightly in response to this intimate intrusion, his body instinctively reacting to the stimulation.

"Shhh. That's it, bitch," you cooed in response, your tone barely above a whisper. You took the head of his penis in one hand, slowly rubbing the underside with your thumb.

Aizetsu let out a soft moan.

"You belong to me," you whispered, even as he remained lost in slumber, oblivious to your presence. His manhood responded, gradually stiffening under your touch. With increasing fervor, your stroking intensified, adding three fingers to the top of his shaft, gliding up and down with a swiftness that mirrored your mounting desire. A soft moan escaped his lips, and his lithe form began to stir. Aware that time was fleeting, you quickened your pace once more, firmly grasping his throbbing member. It grew fully erect now, and you propelled your hand up and down its length, the rhythm deliberate and unyielding — once, twice, thrice. His hips instinctively bucked, a subconscious response to the intoxicating sensations of arousal that engulfed him. Sensing his impending release, you hastened your movements, gently caressing his balls with your free hand, fueling his mounting pleasure.

His moans grew in intensity, a mixture of vulnerability and desire escaping his lips, the very sound that you had often ridiculed him for. His hips undulated eagerly, meeting the air with fervor, while his legs quivered and tightened in sync with your rhythmic motions. The signs were unmistakable — he was on the precipice of release. In a daring move, you leaned forward, your tongue tracing a tantalizing path along the head of his erect dick, further heightening his pleasure.

His eyes flew open, startled by the abrupt interruption of his slumber. Confusion etched itself upon Aizetsu's face as he grappled with the bewildering realization of being roused mid-act. His gaze shifted from you to his throbbing member, then back to you, a concoction of shock and revulsion coursing through his features — an expression that you secretly craved. Swiftly, you pressed a hand firmly against his mouth, stifling any protest that threatened to escape. Simultaneously, your other hand maintained its unwavering grip on his erect shaft, persistently stroking up and down, despite his futile attempts to resist. Sensing the need for further control, you straddled his hips, leveraging your weight to subdue his movements entirely.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut, you little bitch," you whispered, a sadistic glimmer dancing in your eyes. "Do you really want to awaken the others? Is that what you desire, to showcase your debasement before your brothers? To reveal the depths of your sluttish nature?"

Aizetsu's eyes widened in sheer terror at the mere notion of his brothers witnessing such a compromising scene. The fear of their judgment, of their perception of him being dominated and coerced by a girl, consumed his thoughts. It was a vulnerability you recognized, a weakness you could exploit.

"Will you comply?" you inquired, a sadistic smile playing upon your lips. "Or shall I awaken them to indulge in the spectacle?"

He hesitated a moment, considering putting up a fight but he knew it was hopeless. He couldn't risk being seen like this. Reluctantly, he gave a small nod. “No, Y/N, p-please. Don’t do that.”

"Good boy,” you replied, before returning your tongue to his cock head, swirling it around and around.

A stifled gasp managed to escape Aizetsu's lips, swiftly muffled by your hand. Sensing a need for further control, you shifted your hand from his mouth to his throat, exerting a light pressure as your fingers encircled its delicate contours. "Better be quiet, Aizetsu. Karaku is a light sleeper,” you teased, "If you wake him up, I'm gonna ask him to join us." You gave his shaft another hard pump, grinning. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Fucking pervert. Maybe I'll wake him up on purpose."

"P-please, no!" Aizetsu whispered in response. “Don’t, please. They can't see me like this," he pleaded, his voice laced with a sense of anguish and vulnerability.

You tightened your grip on his throat, cutting him off. "Or maybe I'll wake up Sekido?” You continued to stimulate his throbbing shaft, your fingers deftly caressing the sensitive head. Aizetsu's member twitched in response, signaling his impending release. However, you maintained control, deliberately keeping him on the edge of climax. With a skillful touch, you twirled his cock between your index finger and thumb, exerting just enough pressure to tease and tantalize, but not enough to grant him release. "I can only imagine the surprise on his face," you remarked, a hint of twisted amusement tainting your words. "To witness his little brother, who he perceives as meek and delicate, being dominated so effortlessly by a mere girl."

Despite his conflicting emotions of fear and revulsion, Aizetsu found himself helplessly succumbing to the twisted allure of your taunts. The shameful prospect of being humiliated in front of his brothers, dominated by a girl, and reduced to nothingness ignited a perverse arousal within him, intensifying the conflicting sensations coursing through his body.

With one final firm pump, Aizetsu reached the peak of his pleasure. However, you swiftly withdrew your hand from his pulsating shaft and seized both his wrists, pinning them above his head to deny him any true gratification. His hips thrust aimlessly into the air, desperate for contact, as his essence spilled onto his own chest and stomach, leaving him marked by his own surrender. You strategically positioned yourself just beyond his reach, denying him the satisfaction of any physical contact with your body. Helpless moans escaped his mouth, prompting him to bite down hard on his lower lip in a futile attempt to stifle his cries. The look of desperation in his eyes, the silent plea of a man utterly defeated, served as a gratifying sight to you.

After a few moments, his spent body slumped against the couch, drained of energy. Slowly, you released your grip on his wrists, taking a moment to admire the aftermath of your actions. His face flushed with embarrassment, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and his entire being adorned with his own release from chin to groin. The expression on his face revealed a complete absence of masculine pride, a stark indication that you had truly stripped something significant from him.

Extending your hand, you gently ran your fingers through Aizetsu's hair, coaxing him closer to you. Your lips met in a passionate, fiery kiss, tongues intertwining in a display of unadulterated desire. Breaking the kiss, you pushed Aizetsu away, asserting your dominance. "Lie on your back, fully," you commanded.

Complying with your instructions, Aizetsu obediently positioned himself, his body stretched out before you, vulnerable and exposed as he pushed his boxers down his legs.

You positioned yourself astride him, allowing your front-buttoned dress to fall open, revealing your enticing breasts and the absence of panties. With deliberate intent, you traced your fingertips along Aizetsu's chest, tantalizing him with delicate caresses that elicited shivers of anticipation.

Aizetsu moaned quietly, desperate for more.

You leaned in close to his ear. "I want you to worship every inch of my body," you whispered.

Aizetsu nodded eagerly, his mouth finding your neck as he lavished you with kisses.

You raised up and moved your body forward, sliding up Aizetsu's torso.

Your wetness enveloped his face as you pressed yourself against him, the sensations causing you to emit soft, sultry moans. Aizetsu's tongue eagerly complied, skillfully exploring your intimate depths. With fervor, he lavished attention on your inner thighs, gradually ascending towards your pulsating cunt. Intense pleasure surged through you as his tongue delved inside, while his hands firmly grasped your hips, keeping you in perfect alignment.

"Yes, Aizetsu," you gasped. "That's it. Just like that, you’re such a pretty boy. Worship your mistress like a good boy you are.”

He found himself in a state of bliss as your open pussy enveloped his face. You had taken control once again, using him for your own pleasure. His tongue worked eagerly, lapping at your delicate folds and exploring your clitoris.

Your ecstatic moans resonated throughout the room, momentarily disregarding the presence of his slumbering brothers nearby. Lost in the intoxicating pleasure, you rhythmically undulated your hips against Aizetsu's eager mouth, the intensity escalating with each passionate grind. His devoted tongue explored your intimate folds, skillfully delving deeper to savor the essence of your desire, propelling you towards the precipice of absolute bliss.

The room reverberated with the symphony of your ardor, the unmistakable wetness of your intimate connection resonating in the air.

Sensing your body's mounting tension, Aizetsu redoubled his efforts, wholly dedicated to bestowing upon you the ultimate pleasure. His ministrations intensified, driven by an insatiable yearning to fulfill your every desire.

As your body quivered with an impending climax, the culmination of your ecstasy permeated the atmosphere, enveloping Aizetsu's senses. His gaze, fixated upon you straddling him, your thighs provocatively parted, reflected his own insatiable longing, aching to be consumed by the intoxication of your passion.

You let out a low moan, moving your hips down against his rock-hard cock. You were wet and ready for him. "And now, let me fuck you, my little bitch. Are you going to be a good boy for me?"

His affirmation unspoken but unmistakable, Aizetsu positioned his hands beneath the curvature of your supple buttocks, lifting you with a purposeful grace. With precision, he guided you to the precipice of his pulsating cock, and in one fluid motion, he impaled you deeply, filling you completely with his throbbing length. The fusion of your bodies, an exquisite joining, ignited a surge of pleasure that coursed through your intertwined beings.

The electrifying sensation of his presence within you elicited a gasp that escaped your lips, punctuating the air with a symphony of pleasure. In perfect harmony, your bodies moved as one, synchronized in a passionate dance. Your hips gyrated with fervor, grinding against his, igniting a rhythm of unadulterated ecstasy. Each connection fueled the fire within you, compelling an unending cascade of breathless moans to escape your quivering lips, surrendering to the waves of sensation that surged through your intertwined forms.

Aizetsu's gaze was fixated upon you, his heart drumming a wild rhythm within his chest, matching the fervor of your passionate union. In that moment, he embraced the intoxicating blend of pleasure and degradation, fully embracing his submissive role. The realization that you held absolute control over him fueled a surge of exhilaration and contentment. Surrendering willingly to your every desire, he discovered a newfound joy in the depths of his submission, relishing the sensations that washed over him with each commanding touch and fervent connection.

As your bodies intertwined in a passionate dance, Aizetsu could feel the familiar signs of his impending release. The mounting pleasure surged through him, rendering him powerless to resist the imminent eruption of ecstasy. His voice quivered with desperate urgency as he vocalized his inability to restrain himself any longer, his plea intertwining with the rhythmic thrusts. "Fuck. Y-Y/N... I can't. I fucking can't..." Yet, he pressed on, driven by an insatiable desire to bring you pleasure. And then, in a primal release, a guttural growl escaped his lips as he spilled his thick cum deep within you, the warmth of his seed mingling with your own intimate embrace.

You were overcome with waves of pleasure, your voice echoing in the room as your climax washed over you and your moans became loud. Your body quivered, and you clung to Aizetsu's torso for stability, surrendering to the bliss coursing through your veins.

Suddenly, the room stirred with movement as his brothers began to rouse from their slumber.

A mix of panic and disbelief swept across Aizetsu's face, his mouth agape, unable to find words to explain the unexpected turn of events.

Urogi opened his eyes first. "Aizetsu? What the fuck?”

Karaku chimed in, rubbing his eyes, "Dude, what the fuck?! You’re fucking your ex in our living room?! Are you serious?”

The room was alive with shouts, jeers, and laughter, all directed towards Aizetsu. He tried to defend himself, tried to explain; but only sobs would escape his lips.

You got off Aizetsu, and smiled, feeling your mixed cums dripping down your thighs, content in the knowledge that Aizetsu's torment was only just beginning, particularly when his brothers discovered what had transpired.

"Wait a moment, Y/N. Where do you think you're going?" Urogi's voice echoed in the room as he swiftly rose from the love seat, displaying his well-built physique. He closed the distance between you, placing a firm arm around your naked waist. “I’m sure you would like to taste a real man, wouldn’t you?”

A faint blush spread across your cheeks, and instinctively, you rubbed your shoulder, feeling a mix of discomfort and unease settle within you.

"She's quite attractive, isn't she? Despite being a bit of an idiot, I must admit, Aizetsu, you have a discerning taste," Sekido remarked, sitting up on the armchair, stretching with a yawn. "That being said, it doesn't change the fact that I'm fucking annoyed you woke me up."

Karaku, already in the process of removing his shirt, nonchalantly tossed it aside. "It's not fair that only Aizetsu gotta have fun with her gorgeous cunt. I want a taste too."

Their objectifying words washed over you, leaving you feeling unsettled, as if reduced to mere objectification, as if your worth was nothing more than that of a piece of meat.

Meanwhile, Aizetsu remained nonchalant, sitting up on the couch, unaffected by his nakedness. "Well, my sweet Y/N, sometimes the tables turn, and this time, it seems you're not the one doing the tormenting, but rather the one being tormented."

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I'm here again (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

I was thinking of headcanons for the hantengu clones with a black s/o

Like I see aizetsu as a boob man, he just likes the feel of a boob and they are soft and he likes to suck on em he likes resting his head on your chest, wants to fuck your titties

Sekido is a lil bitch and likes your ass, he stares at it intensely but also smacks it very hard just to watch it move, sit on him trust me he will be so thankful, he won't show it though, once got the balls to ask if he can try anal with you

Karaku, horny mf likes your thighs, they squish and mush, he likes the feel of it (and he wants you to crush him with them) will also fuck your thighs (ain't that a bonus)

Urogi likes everything about you, your ass, your thighs and your boobs, although he likes the squishy parts of you and he's always eager to touch you in some way (it can be nsfw or not when he touches) but he likes you for you

Plus it wont matter since he fucks you anyways

Well I just came to share some things about this cause it has been in my mind eating me alive and I wanted to see your own headcanons on this 🙏🏾

Tits, ass or all?

LITERALLY WE HAVE THE SAME HEADCANONS AJDHEJD but since u asked for mine here's a very detailed version I got carried away with 🙈🙈🙈

Warnings: fem!reader, mention of stretch marks, chubby reader, cellulite, body worship, spanking, praising, marking/possessiveness, size differences (?)

Aizetsu

Aizetsu holds your boobs for comfort more than you do. He's not picky with the size, but what matters most is that you'd let him touch and hold your boobs whenever he wants

Aizetsu is too shy to admit this but when your boobs are tender around the time of your period he'd offer to message them which dose feel rexlaing to you but he's only doing it for his own pleasure to have his large hands on your breasts. He also loves how your veins show on your boobs

Aizetsu likes to randomly put his face between your boobs. Your demon slayer uniform had your chest exposed like mitsuri so when he sees you come back to the house where him and his brother live at he'll go to you and shove his face first then wrap his arms around you not caring if people are looking or not

Aizetsu will lay on your boobs a lot for comfort, but it always ends up sexual no matter how many times he apologizes. He won't take your unform off, instead he'll just move it enough to have your boobs exposed and gulp at how your nipples will harden from his touch and even his staring "I'm sorry y/n... j-just give me a few minutes." Liar

Aizetsu purposely forgets when you tell him not to leave marks on your boobs. So when you scold him for still leaving marks, he frowns more than usual. "But y/n... what if those other male slayers look at your boobs? I need to show everyone your mine... even if I have to have my marks here.."

Aizetsu will get on top of you and holds your boobs together himself as he slips his cock between them, stroking it between your boobs being a moaning mess. "Your boobs are just so soft a-and so pretty" his voice becomes broken moans "your boobs are going to look s-so much prettier when I cum on them, stick out your tounge, that's it. Good girl" he throws his head back, feeling your warm tounge touch his tip each time he thrusts making him cum on your boobs and mouth moments later

Aizetsu loves to watch your boobs when his hips snap hard fucking his cock deep inside you. When you cover your boobs to stop the intense bouncing they make he'll grab both your wrist and pin them above your head "please don't hide yourself from me. You're so pretty, so beautiful I love seeing how these beautiful tits bounce when I fuck you. Your nipples are so hard for me too" he sucks on them "be a good girl and cum on my cock" he'll say while sucking on your boobs

Sekido

Sekido was furious with your demon slayer uniform when you guys first started going out. "What kind of perverted human makes you wear this? The skirt is way to short I'll kill him" he said but after some time he Forbid you to wear pants since he had a obsession for your ass and loves how your skirt showed your ass when you'd bend over

Sekido will never admit he loves your ass but won't deny that he isn't obsessed with it. He would always ask you to pick up unnecessary things for him and be in the right place just to stare at you from behind, looking at your skirt ride up just enough to see the underline of your ass. "Don't pull down your skirt when you pick that up. No one's looking, " he'll say, but it's him looking, having his eyes locked on your ass

Sekido will get "mad" at you and "punish you," but it's just to have a reason for him to slap your ass and that's the only place he'll slap you. When he slaps your ass he'll watch as your butt jiggles, and he makes sure to slap each cheek. "Sekido, that hurt!" You pout lifting up your skirt to see a redness "humph. Stop being a baby it wasn't that hard, " he'll say, but spank your ass again

Sekido would pull you back to him and rub your butt with his hand after he spanks it and giving your ass little squeezes. "It's your fault. Don't make me angry like that again, " he'll say, but have a smirk on his face

Sekido secretly loves it when you surprise him by not wearing any panties. There will be times where you will come into your shared room with him, sit on his lap when he's sitting on a chair and write your report for the demon slayer core but not have any panties on

Sekido will take notice when he feels your bare ass on him. He won't say anything but lift up your skirt and watch his cock grow against your ass. He'll have you ride his cock, reverse cowgirl style and watch when you jump on his cock or bend you over the desk snapping his hips harshly while spanking your ass "don't you have a fucking report to write?" He asked and spanks your ass hard "get to it. Y/n"

Sekido always cums on your ass, he likes to watch his cum run down from your ass to your legs

Karaku

Karaku has no shame when he talks about his physical attraction to a person, and that's the thighs. When he started dating you, he loved how your unform was designed as shorts for the bottom. That way, he could see your plumbed thighs

Karaku will actually get upset if you wore the regular pants like what most demon slayers have on. "Karaku, I only have these on because it's cold. I still have a job to do, " you said,"so!? I like seeing your thighs jiggle every time you step... these pants hide that!"

Karaku never minded the cellulite on your thighs and would make some very unsettling threats about anyone who would think badly about them. He'll even trace his nail over them, which would always make you jump and shiver, but it always brought a smirk on his face

Karaku found it fun to always grab the back of your thighs when you stood up and put his hand on your thighs when you sat down since he love how your thighs spread out when you sat down even on his lap

Karaku loved having his head between between your thighs. Most boyfriends would lay on your chest or stomach for comfort, but for Karaku, it was lying between your thighs. You could be reading a book or just laying down, and Karaku would lay between your legs in silence and even wrap your legs in a criss cross way to lock his head between your thighs

Karaku will call out when you're in the mood when his head is rested between your thighs and will turn around, taking off your panties and going down on you. "Feels good, princess? I know it does. " Karaku will hold your hands when he eats you out because he loves it when your thighs lock his head in when you're close

Karaku loves to leave marks on your thighs. "What? Are you worried your slayer friends will find out your fuckin a demon? Don't worry princess I'll leave my marks right here" he'll say trailing his fangs to your inner thighs and leaving his fangs marks and love bites there

Urogi

Urogi almost lost his mind when you came to him with a new unform. Your uniform had your chest exposed, arms exposed, and you had on a skirt with slits at the sides. He says this often, but he loves it when you're confident about your body since he found you very attractive both in the face and body

Urogi was never the jealous type when it came to your physical appearance since he knew other men in the demon slayer core would fond over you because of the stories you'd tell him. "Well, I can fight, so I'll just fly high and drop them down from the sky." he'll laugh

Urogi's big claws take up a good amount of your body. When he puts his claws on your sides, he'll examine your body, holding you still and moving his claws up and down. "Are you done yet?" You giggled, and he chuckled, "nope. Need more time to feel you"

Urogi's sharp talons will rome on your body but mainly your love handles, tracing out the lines of your stretch marks and is very grabby when it comes to your love handles. You can tell when his touch is innocent and when it's not because when he's in the mood he won't tell you, you'll just know from how he touches and kiss you "if you want to do it just say so" you'd spit out but too shy to say you want it too "what about you baby? Your thighs are squeezing on my claw. You won't let me go, " he'll chuckle

Urogi worships your body. Before fucking you he'll always kiss your body from your lips all the way down to your legs, praising you each time. "You're so fucking gorgeous" he kisses "my pretty slayer" another kiss "let me make you feel good baby, spread yourself for me. Good girl look how wet this pussy is for me~"

Urogi likes to have you riding his cock but always loves to give you a hand by placing his claws on your ass and moans deeply from how your pussy clenches around his cock. "I'm hitting the right spot aren't I? My cock is so deep inside you you can't help but squeeze me can't you" he whispers in your ear and nibbles on your neck

Urogi will let out a surprised moan when your hands are on his broad muscular back and you accidentally grip onto his wings "Fuck~ not the wings" he'll grab your ass harder thrusting his hips up into you, filling you up with his cum.

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