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queenie-official · 7 months ago

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✨🐚 Sandy Love 🐚✨

main masterlist word count: 2171

pairing: modern!Anakin skywalker x reader

summary: beach day with Anakin 🏖️

a/n: everyone say thank you @everydaydreamer for getting me to come back and write again 🤭 added a extra scene at the end just for you pookie ☺️

“why are we doing this?" you heard Anakin question from somewhere behind you as you dug around the bag in front of you, mentally adding items to your list of things to bring. sunscreen, extra water bottles, and your sunglasses.

you smile, turning on your heels as you respond "Because it's gonna be fun." he has his arms crossed, a frown adorning his face. to an outsider he probably looked furious but you knew better, you could see the soft look in his eyes despite the forced furrow in his brow.

"We both hate sand" he grumbles and you huff continuing with your task to distract yourself from the fact he's completely right.

placing the final items in your bag you defend your plan "yea but I always liked building sandcastles." you're about to grab the handles of the beach bag but Anakin quickly swoops in.

"We could do that here with kinetic sand- which by the way is way softer than actual sand" he retorts not even close to being convinced by you.

you glare at him, reaching forward to grab the bag back but he holds it out of your reach. "we don't have access to unlimited sea shells at home" you state whilst fighting him for the bag- or well attempting to. the height difference you two have proving to be a disadvantage on your end.

"we have access to literally unlimited everything else" he says with a roll of his eyes holding you back with one hand, pathetic really. you know how strong he is compared to you but it never really clicks until moments like this.

"What about the ocean?" you argue maneuvering under his arm quickly throwing him off guard and just as you're about to grab the bag he tosses it back onto the bed.

"you can't swim" he says plainly grabbing your arms and pulling you into his chest, trapping you in a hug before you can go after the bag.

"I can float!" you shout frustratedly, squirming in his hold to try and get him to release you which only makes him hold you tighter. you groan slumping against his chest in defeat.

"you can do that in a pool" he says with a smug smile thinking he's won, but as soon as he loosens his hold you break free. rushing over to the bed and grabbing the beach bag triumphantly.

"come on it's gonna be great, you've already got your swim trunks on" you give him a smug smile of your own.

Anakin had agreed to go with you before even processing what you'd asked, always ready to go anywhere you wanted to. today was the day that backfired on him because as soon as he got dressed and saw you packing a bag as he exited the bathroom, reality caught up with him. the fact of the matter was you'd ask to go to the beach not hang in his pool.

"i can't believe i even agreed to this" he groaned dramatically while running his hands down his face.

you frown growing tired of his negative attitude "you know if you're gonna keep complaining i can just call Padme and go with her."

Anakin lights up at that idea, smiling brightly as he plops down onto the bed putting his arms behind his head "that's a great idea, glad we've come to a compromise."

your jaw drops slightly your brain kicking into hyperdrive "what! no i was-" you cut yourself off taking a breath. "i wanna go with you Ani not Padme" you say sincerely, pouting as you look down at where he now lays.

there's a brief silence as you stare at each other and his smile falls caving with a sigh that makes yours grow "Oh alright, it's a good thing you're cute."

"Yes!!" you jump causing the beach bag to slightly tug on your shoulder from the action, but you continue your victory celebration "To the beach!" you sing while happily dancing your way out of the room.

"you're so weird" Anakin snorts just loud enough for you to hear before you're fully out.

"is it everything you wanted?" Anakin asks as soon as you both step foot onto the sandy beach, the grainy sand immediately making home in your sandals as you walk.

you can't help but grimace making your sunglasses move up with the scrunch of your nose. the feeling was almost immediately too much as you involuntarily replied "and worse" under your breath.

Anakin cranes his neck slightly, his face now directly in front of yours with a quirked brow "what was that?" he asks with his own sunglasses sliding slightly down his nose. at first you thought he'd heard you and was just being a smart ass like usual, but the lack of a smug smile on his face and the wind blowing in your ears mixed with the seagulls squawking reassured you that was not the case.

biting your tongue and putting on your best smile you answer "i said it's better, the sand isn't even that bad." you dig your feet into the sand a little more and gesture down for him to see to emphasize your point. "how about for you?"

Anakin rolls his eyes not buying your facade but he doesn't poke back. "i want to be anywhere else but here" he retorts lifting his leg up slightly, and shaking his foot to clear his sandals of the sand with a look of pure disgust on his face. "so yea id say the same as always for me" he pushes his sunglasses up his face with a sigh.

"oh come on it's not that bad" you say unsure whether or not you were trying more to convince him or yourself.

"mmm, debatable- we're just building the sandcastle and leaving right?" he asks with a sigh as he starts to walk further into the beach. he looks briefly behind himself to see you with your feet planted in the same spot. in all honesty, you were contemplating turning right around and marching back to the parked car but that would mean admitting he was right.

Anakin stuck his hand out shaking it a little, silently calling you over to take hold. the action made you genuinely smile as you jogged right on up to him- briefly able to ignore the horrible feeling of sand squishing between your toes. "yea just the sandcastle" you say while lacing your fingers with his.

it hadn't even been an hour yet since you had arrived but gods did it feel like it.

you'd spent the first fifteen minutes just gathering seashells to decorate your sandcastle with, which was fine up until you had to sit down to build it.

now here you both were with sand quite literally everywhere.

Anakin had stopped helping you the second he sat down, his mood souring again almost instantly. you couldn't even blame him. if you weren't trying to prove him wrong that would have been your final straw as well, instead you persevered.

you were just about finished when Anakin let out his fifth disgruntled sigh within the last five minutes "are you done yet?"

"will you stop being so negative" you huff, placing another shell around the base of your top tower. he all but groans, running his hands through his hair only to instantly regret his actions when he can feel every grain of sand on his scalp.

"maybe, if there wasn't sand in places where sand shouldn't be i-" he started, speaking through gritted teeth before you cut him off. placing your final shell on the very top as the finishing touch.

"okay i get it, let's just wash off in the ocean really quick, then we can leave" you stand up, wiping your hands clean with an annoyed look on your face. as always Anakin notices immediately despite the fact you refused to meet his eyes, opting to look at the rise and fall of the tides.

"well now i don't want to" he sighs, standing up and brushing himself off as well. you look over at him with your brow raised in confusion. you didn't even say anything before he answered your unspoken question, "you're gonna be all mopey."

"no im not" you say with a roll of your eyes, crossing your arms in denial but the pout on your lips contradicts your words.

"you're already doing it right now" he points out as you slump forward letting your arms fall to your sides. you wanted to leave as much as he did, however the reality of the fact you'd just wasted so much time in a place neither of you enjoyed just happened to settle in at that moment.

"i wanted this to be more fun" you say sincerely and Anakin can't help but soften. he pulls you into his arms rubbing your back in gentle circles, this usually soothed you but currently all you could focus on was the layer of sand that stood between your skin and where his hand was.

you cringe, shrugging his hands off causing him to frown. overstimulation was starting to settle in, which was clear from the look on your face. "you're hating this as much as i am aren't you?" he asked with a knowing smile.

"from the second we stepped foot on the beach and i felt the sand go between my toes" you cave just ready to leave.

"i knew it!" he shouts, throwing his arms up in victory.

you playfully shove him "yea yeah you were right." he places his hand over his chest in mock offense making you giggle. he drops the act with another smile, leaning over and pressing a kiss right to your cheek.

"i have an idea on how to turn this day around." he says while walking towards the ocean so you both can wash off as much sand as you can.

"how are you feeling?" he asks before taking a sip of a cold cola, leaning back where he is sat and adjusting his sunglasses.

"like we should have just done this from the beginning" you confess, turning your head so your view was no longer constricted from the flamingo pool floaty you were sitting in.

you can see the smug smile on his face as he places the can of soda down, pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head before swimming over to you. "don't say it" you mumble.

"i didn't say anything" he defends himself, holding onto the side of your floaty.

"you were about to" you point an accusing finger at him and he gently smacks your hand away.

"but i didn't" he counters, moving back slightly before you can push him away.

as if that would stop you, moving your arm back you straighten your hand out and push forward splashing him with a bunch of water.

Anakin doesn't back down, moving back towards you while ignoring the fact his sunglasses fell off and were now sinking to the bottom of his pool. he shakes the water out of his hair all over you.

you both laugh, moods much brighter than before. "this is nice" you smile and Anakin smiles back, resting his head on your floaty right next to your thigh.

there's a comfortable silence before Anakin lets out an annoyed groan. "god there's so much sand in my car."

you can’t help but give him a awkward pity smile "sorry."

(bonus scene)

pushing up from the bottom of the pool and emerging from the water right next to where Anakin is wading comfortably, you smile at him whilst clinging to the wall of the pool. "Ani, wanna play mermaids?"

his brows knit together in confusion unsure if he heard you right "what?"

"do you wanna play mermaids?" you ask again, watching his face contort as he practically winces.

"why would i want to do that?" he says with a shudder. sometimes you can't even tell who's more dramatic than the other, but currently Anakin is taking the cake.

"because it's fun and we haven't played it since we were little" you plead, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes.

"with good reason and you can't even swim, what kind of mermaid can't swim" he quips.

"i can swim underwater! and mermaids don't need air to breathe so it works out" you shout your defense, you'd splash him with water but you would have to let go of the pool wall for that and you were way too far in the deep end for that.

"you're going to have to come up for air at some point-" he begins to clap back but you cut him off tired of fighting.

"okay i'm not gonna argue logistics with you, so do you wanna play mermaids with me or not" you grumble, but immediately brighten up when he lets out a defeated sigh.

"only if i get water manipulation powers" he states before you guys begin.

"deal.”

🌝umm hi guys, been awhile fr- be honest did yall think i died 😭? anyway i thought it made sense to work on my summer drafts i made last year now that it’s summer again ✨ so there will be more of these i promise 🙏 swear i won’t disappear for like a year again, this time it’s just a week because i’m going on vacation 💃

love you all 💋💋 and let me know what you think! i’ve missed reading your comments 😌

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torturedreid · 1 month ago

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Wordless

word count: 2171

uhhh i don't know how to categorise this so...enjoy??

Also happy new years ♡

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The low hum of the jet as it finally stops, the stillness making the exhaustion in the cabin feel even more palpable. You’re leaning against the leather seat, staring out of the window at the cold wet night, barely noticing the jet stop. Across from you, Spencer Reid rubs at his eyes from under his glasses, his long fingers moving slowly like even the most minuscule movements require effort he doesn’t have.

The team quietly files off of the jet- Morgan gently clapping Spencer on the shoulder in a bro-style goodbye. JJ offers a soft tired smile and Hotch, as usual, barely says a word. You and Spencer share a look, you have a silent agreement that you always wait for each other. Whether the case is good, tough, or one like this that hits like a gut punch- there’s an unspoken comfort in being the last to leave.

“Hey,” you try to say, coming out as more like a whisper after not speaking for almost the entire flight. Your voice feels out of place, too warm for the cold serenity of the cabin. Spencer looks up at you, his posture rumpled, like he hadn’t slept in days and in all honesty- you knew you looked the same.

“Shall we go?” he asks, his voice gravelly.

“I don’t want to,” you admit with a slight smile. “But I don’t think the jet works as a cab, it won’t take me home on its own.”

He huffs out a soft laugh- small but real. “If it could, that would change the world of aviation as we know it.”

You roll your eyes a little but are too tired to fight the tug of a grin. Even now, after the darkness of the past few days of the case, he was still undeniably him. Still the same Spencer.

“We could grab coffee?” You blurt out. Even though you were exhausted, this case filled you with a sense of unease and you weren’t quite ready to be by yourself. “Or tea? I just-” You falter slightly, “I don’t want to be alone.”

He stills for a second, his hands no longer picking at the loose strands of his sweater, he tilts his head like he's processing your words through the tired fog. Then, with that trademark shy smile, he nods. “I’d like that. I’ll never say no to coffee.”

You gather your go-bag, feeling a little lighter now that you don’t have to face the suffocating loneliness at home. As you step off the jet and into the cool night air- the moonlight reflecting off the tarmac still wet from the rain- Spencer falls into step beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. It’s an unconscious gesture, but it grounds you, like an anchor keeping you steady.

It’s the kind of touch that friends might pass off as nothing, but tonight it feels like something more. And you think, maybe he feels it too.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The air outside is crisp, carrying the occasional drop of rain. Your footsteps echo the almost empty streets in tandem with Spencer’s, the world feeling like it’s at an unusual standstill. The street lamps cast pools of warm light over the sidewalk, framing Spencer in an almost angelic glow, and you find yourself throwing occasional glances at him.

His hands fidget with his satchel strap, clearly restless. It’s something you’ve come to recognize in his behavior, it’s his tell, showing that he’s thinking. A lot.

“You’re quiet for once.” You tease, nudging his arm with your own, “Penny for your thoughts?”

Spencer hesitates, lips parting like he’s about to go into a long-winded speech, before he reverts his gaze to his shoes, shaking his head. “It’s nothing…it’s just that case. It was tough, to say the least.”

It was a general answer, true but definitely not what he was thinking about. You can tell he’s trying to shield you- or maybe himself. You don’t press him, and you let him fall back into his silence. You both keep walking until you find your favorite all-night cafe. It’s neon Open sign brightly shining like a savior in the night.

The bell jingles as you step inside and the smell of freshly ground coffee washes over you, and you let out a content sigh. The cafe is almost empty, save for a friendly barista behind the counter and an older couple chatting in a corner booth. Spencer lets you order first, his gaze falling over the various shelves lined with books and board games. He orders a black coffee, of course, and you can’t help but smile at how predictable he is.

You sit at a booth next to a window, the type with cracked vinyl seats and a table that can’t even be rescued with varnish anymore, but it feels inviting. Spencer sits across from you, his slender fingers wrapped around the coffee mug as if the heat will chase away the cold of the night- and the case.

For a while, you both sit in silence. It’s not necessarily uncomfortable, but it feels like a thread waiting to be pulled. Finally, you decide to bite the bullet.

“You know…you don’t always have to carry things alone. The cases, I mean.” You say, tracing a finger around the rim of your mug.

He looks into his drink, his eyes widening slightly like he hadn’t expected you to realize his inward struggle. “I don’t–”

“You do, you always do.” You interrupt, “And I get it. We all have different ways of coping but this…isn’t coping. It’s repressing your emotions and it’s not healthy. Plus you’re quieter than usual.”

Spencer exhales, his shoulder’s slumping and his fingers tighten around the mug. For a moment you think you might brush you off again, but then he begins to speak.

“It’s just…” He pauses, searching for the right words. “Sometimes I wonder if we’re making a difference. I know that we save lives, and make marginal difference to some people. But no matter how much effort we put into solving one case, another one takes it’s place immediately. There’s always more monsters waiting in the shadows.” He takes a shaky breath before continuing a little quieter now, “At times I feel like I’m not strong enough to face them.”

The vulnerability in his words hits you like a semi. You rest your elbows on the table and lean forward. “Spence,” You begin. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. You’ve been through more in your short life than what most people do in their lifetimes…hell, than what multiple people do in their lifetimes. You’re strong, not because you never feel afraid or overwhelmed but because you never let it stop you. You put everyone else above yourself and it’s damn honourable.”

He looks up, his expression unreadable for a split second, and then he smiles– a small hesitant smile that feels more real than anything you’ve seen all night.

“Thank you,” he mutters, almost unnoticeably. “I needed that.”

The tenderness in his voice wraps around you, and for just a moment the entire world fades away. Just the two of you, sitting across from each other, sharing something unspoken.

You tear your eyes away from him, feeling a slight blush creep over your cheeks. You glance down at your mug, “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Right,” he echoes, but there’s a slight lilt in his tone– something soft but yet so heavy- that makes your chest tighten.

He definitely feels it too.

— — — — — — — — — —

The night stretches on, the occasional loud grinding of the espresso beans and the clinking of mugs cutting through the silence. Spencer’s coffee had long since gone lukewarm, but he didn’t seem to notice, his fingers absently picking back at the loose strands of his sweater like he usually does when he’s overthinking. You’ve been talking about lighter things- books you’ve read, random facts he shares- but there’s something new about the way he looks at you like he's studying you in the same way he does with his textbooks.

You try not to look into it too much, but your heart betrays you, fluttering a little faster every time his gaze lingers for a second too long. He’s still the same Spencer- awkward, genius, shy, and unremittingly kind- but you’re not the same. Something about the way he licks his lips before he speaks, how he leans forward with every fact he shares, the way his fingers twitch as he looks at the books on shelves like he's itching to flip through the pages.

“Do you ever think about what you’d be doing if you weren’t here?” He asks suddenly, breaking through your thoughts.

You blink at him, a little off guard. “You mean…if I wasn't in the BAU?”

He nods, his eyes flickering down to his hands. “Yeah, if life had gone differently.”

His question lingers in the air, feeling heavier than it should, like there’s something hidden behind it. You take a long moment to consider it before you speak again.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Something quieter, maybe? Something less dangerous, but I’d definitely still want to be helping people. Making a difference.”

“What about you?” You ask back, “What would you be doing if you weren’t Boy Genius, profiler to the stars?”

He huffs a soft laugh, leaning back in his seat. “Probably teaching, or maybe working in a library somewhere. Surrounded by books sounds like heaven.” The image makes you smile- Spencer in a library, amidst stacks of books and lost in his own world. It suits him, but there’s a pang in your chest at the idea of him being anywhere but here, with you, living a life where you might never have crossed paths.

“I could see that,” you nod. “But for what its worth, I’m glad you’re here. Even if the job is hard sometimes…I don’t think I could do it without you.” The words slip out without even thinking about it, and the weight of them hangs between the two of you. Spencer’s eyes widen slightly, and you feel the embarrassment roll through you.

“I mean the whole team…not just you.” You add quickly, trying to backtrack.

“You don’t need to explain,” he interrupts, his voice delicate. There’s a look in his eyes now, something tender and unreadable that makes your heart skip. “I know the feeling.”

— — — — — — — — — — —

By the time you leave the cafe, the world is cloaked in quiet, the sound of cars is the only thing in the streets and even those are sparse. The cold biting at your cheeks, but you barely notice, too caught up in your own train of thought. Your mind still turning over the conversation from earlier. Spencer walks close enough that occasionally his arm brushes yours, pulling you from your overanalyzing, sending your stomach twisting with a feeling you’re choosing to ignore.

The walk back to the BAU car lot feels slower than the walk to the cafe, like neither one of you really wants the night to end.

“You know,” You say after a while, your breath visible in the cold air. “You’re not what expected when i first joined the team.”

Spencer glimpses at you, his brow furrowing like he’s worried it’s a bad thing. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know exactly. You’re just different.” You see the worry in his face, “In a good way. You surprise me, I guess.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It is,” You say quickly, meeting his eyes. For a moment, the world becomes motionless, the city fading into the background. A nearby streetlight radiates a lustre over him and it feels like you’re truly seeing him for the first time- or maybe noticing what’s been under the surface all along.

The realization settles over you, like the first rays of sunlight over the long night.

You’re in love with him.

And the thought terrifies you.

— — — — — — — — — — —

When you finally reach your car, the night feels over too abruptly. Spencer hesitates beside you, his converse shuffling on the floor.

“Thanks…for tonight.” You say, leaning against the car door. “I really needed it.”

His breath catches, an unknown intensity in his eyes. “Me too.” For a second it feels like he might say more but then he takes a small step back, the distance between you feeling harsh.

“Goodnight,” He mutters, barely above a whisper.

You nod, heart aching as you watch him turn and walk away. You sigh and move to unlock your car door, hand finding the handle…and then you hear his footsteps stop.

“Hey,” he calls, his voice slicing through the tension. You look up at him.

“I’m glad you’re here too.” He says, his voice laced with fondness.

You smile, his words filling you with comfort, finally sure of how he feels towards you.

As he disappears into the night, you climb into your car, your heart feeling like it might burst. Neither of you said it- not out loud- but maybe that wasn’t necessary.

Sometimes love doesn’t need words

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ryanrosseveryday · 2 months ago

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Day 2171

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 3 months ago

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Burning Love

AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 26. Burning Fandom: MCU, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, f!reader Summary: When you and Bucky are captured, HYDRA scientists try to force you to use your powers to kill him. But you refuse to hurt the man you love, regardless of how much pain it may cause you... Word Count: 2171 TW: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Burning, Torture, Self-Sacrifice, Self-Inflicted Wounds, Laser Beams, Damaged Vision, Bucky Carries Reader, Happy Ending Notes: Thank you to @ohtobeleah for looking this over for me 💞 Part of @ailesswhumptober's event

“Doll, please, open your eyes.” The desperation in Bucky’s voice as he pleads with you breaks your heart, but it’s better than the alternative if you comply with his wishes.

You twitch your head as much as the leather restraint across your forehead will allow, your eyes squeezed tightly shut. Through gritted teeth, you grunt, “Not gonna happen, Sarge.”

The pain coursing through you is horrible, but knowing what it would do to Bucky if you gave in is enough to make it bearable—somewhat. Unlike his body, yours is more equipped to handle the damage caused by the laser beams you can shoot from your eyes. While it has taken maybe an hour to get to this point—where your eyelids and surrounding skin are charred, bubbly, and blackened like a flamed-broiled marshmallow—you would have cut through Bucky’s flesh in seconds. Which is why you are fighting so hard to protect him from your open eyes.

“Turn it off,” a frustrated voice growls behind you. “We'll have to try something else.”

The searing sensation in your eyes disappears and you shift against the numerous restraints holding you into the metal chair. It feels so violating to have these HYDRA scientists hooking you up to their machinery, digging through your brain, and activating your beams as they see fit. You wonder if this is how Bucky used to feel back when he was the Winter Soldier.

As the scientists fiddle with the equipment behind you, you hear a tender voice call out to you. “Are you okay?”

“Right as rain,” you mumble. “How you doing, Buck?” The last thing you saw before you began forcing yourself to keep your eyes closed was Bucky being strapped into his own chair directly across from you.

“Horrible. Watching you barbeque yourself just to spare me…Doll, you can’t keep doing this. You won’t survive it much longer.”

You gave him a wry chuckle. “I’ve been accidentally burning myself with these things my entire life. I can take it.”

“For how long?” You don’t answer. “Please, look at me. I need to see you’re okay behind all of this.”

As much as you want nothing more in this world than to stare into Bucky’s loving gaze one last time, it’s not worth the potential cost. “I can’t. They could turn them back on at any second and…I can’t risk it.”

“I’m not worth all the pain they’re putting you through. I don’t deserve this kind of sacrifice—not after everything I’ve done.”

Smiling in his direction, you whisper, “When will you stop blaming yourself for what they made you into and see the man you truly are? The man I love.”

It sounds like Bucky is about to say something else but, before he can, an angry voice from behind you barks out, “I’m tired of this game. Increase the power.”

Bucky screams, “No!”

Suddenly, the pain behind your eyes increases exponentially and the pressure within your head becomes unbareable. An inhuman screech is ripped from your lips. Something in your vocal cords snaps under the strain. You smell the faint whiff of burning hair mixed in with your cooking flesh and wonder if the last of your eyelashes have finally been seared off. Your bare toes scrap against the cold concrete as they involuntarily curl as all the muscles in your body contract. Every other part of your body is restrained by the straps holding you down, but you begin violently shaking as the tension within you becomes too great.

The small part of your mind that’s still coherent wonders if your eyes roll back into your head if you’ll fry your brain and end this torture. Maybe it is worth it to try.

You have no idea how long they keep your beams on this time—all your remaining focus and energy is on keeping your eyes closed. Bucky is screaming, crying, begging, but his voice sounds echoey and far away so you can’t make out his words. You aren’t sure what HYDRA will do to him once you’re gone, but you pray he fights them with everything he has.

Finally, the machine behind you is flipped off and your body sags against your restraints. Without them, you know you’d topple to the floor, no longer possessing the energy to hold yourself up. Everything hurts now, not just your eyes. But you’re still alive which means you aren’t done fighting.

You hear footsteps approaching and you recognize the voice of the man in charge as he curses, kicking one of the legs of your chair. “This is ridiculous. How many of you fucking idiots does it take to make her kill the Soldier? Just pry her eyes open, clamp them in place, and turn the machine back on.”

You grin weakly, feeling blood dripping down your chin where you had bit your tongue. With your ruined voice, you croak, “You can try, but the second any of you put a finger near my eyes, I’m burning it off.”

The man beside you yanks on the restraint across your forehead, tightening it to the point you feel bones crack. You let out a soft whimper as the man growls, “Fine. We’ll turn it up to full power and leave it on. Let her burn completely through her eyelids. Then we’ll get the results we want.” You hear him turn and march away.

For the first time, your resolve wavers as a small sob bubbles up in your chest. Your body may be resistant to your beams and can repair wounds sustained from them, but it takes time. If these scientists can make you burn through your eyelids��and based on how everything is starting to look a little brighter through your closed lids, it seems like a very real possibility—then there is nothing you can do to stop them from hitting and killing Bucky.

You hear the scientists murmuring and fiddling with equipment somewhere far behind you, but you still don’t dare open your eyes in case someone is still at the machine and flips it on the moment you look at Bucky. Yet it won’t matter for much longer if they carry out their plan.

“Doll…” The word is whispered so low you can barely hear it.

“Buck…,” It’s hard to whisper with your ruined voice, the sound more of a croak than a real word. But you hope he can understand you with his super-soldier hearing. “I’m sorry. I-I can’t stop this.”

“I know. You’ve done so good so far.” Even in a whisper, the love in his voice feels like a comforting embrace. “But I have a plan. You just gotta trust me.”

“I do. You know I do.”

“Then when I tell you to open your eyes and turn on your beams, whether they’re making you or not.”

You sob, “But Bucky—”

“Trust me!” he hisses.

“Okay…okay, I’ll do it.”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Doll. Whatever happens, I love you. And this isn’t your fault.”

A single tear escapes your ruined eyes and rolls down your scared cheek. “I love you too. But we both know, it is.”

Bucky doesn’t respond. However, you can hear a soft scraping and shuffling from his vicinity. Maybe he found a way to escape. Or maybe…he couldn’t be asking you to kill him. After all the pain and suffering you’d put yourself through to keep him alive, he wouldn’t have you take him out now just to end both of your pain…would he?

But you promised to trust him and you do, so when you hear him mutter, “All the way down and to the right. Now!”, you follow his instructions.

Shifting your gaze behind closed lids as far to the right and downward as they’ll go, you open your eyes and blast without a second's hesitation.

Your beams strike Bucky in the center of his left forearm, just a few inches above his wrist. Even though it is his metal arm, you are horrified. You thought he had found a way to get you to blast open his cuffs or melt his chair, and in a way, even killing him instantly would be better than this. His vibranium arm is advanced enough that it still allows him to feel sensations such as texture, pressure, and—what concerns you in this situation—temperature and even pain. Instead of ending his life with one blast, you are now forcing him to endure the same agony you have been going through.

As the metal begins to glow under the intense heat of your beams, you want to screw your eyes shut once more. But Bucky told you to do this and you promised to trust him. Even though he is grunting and panting because of the pain, he isn’t telling you to stop so you keep your beams focused on his arm.

Eventually, the red-hot glow expands and soon reaches his wrist. In moments, the metal restraint liquifies and Bucky wrenches his arm free. Without having to be told, you slam your eyes shut once more.

You can hear the sounds of fighting all around you: guns firing until their clips run empty, flesh sizzling against metal followed by screams of agony, bodies being flung around the room and crashing to the floor.

But then everything goes silent.

For a minute, nothing happens. You are just about to call out when a pair of lips press lightly against yours. Jumping slightly, you quickly recognize the kiss. You try to lean into it but the strap across your forehead holds you firmly in place.

Parting from your lips and pressing his forehead against yours, Bucky whispers, “It’s okay. You can open your eyes now. It’s just you and me.”

Slowly, you peel your eyes open. The world is cloudy and out of focus with huge black spots obstructing your vision. And yet, there was no mistaking the person kneeling in front of you.

Weakly, you smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he murmurs back.

“H-how bad?”

Bucky’s brow furrows as he runs his thumb gently around the edge of your eye socket, the now cooled metal somewhat soothing against your damaged skin. “It’s really bad, but I’m hoping it’s worse than it looks. Once you get checked out—”

“Not me,” you whisper. “How badly did I hurt you?”

You can hear the smile in his voice even though you can’t make it out. “I’ve had a lot worse. And it’s because of you that it was as minimal as it was. You should’ve just vaporized my head from the very start.”

“Nah. I knew we’d find a way out eventually.”

“Liar,” he teases. Then, with a more serious tone, he asks, “How’s your vision? You’re blinking an awful lot and that can’t be comfortable.”

You try to think of how to describe what you are seeing. “I can see some shapes, colors, movements…that’s about it. No details. But even that’s a miracle at this point. I’ve never burned myself this badly before.”

“Will they…will they heal?”

You try to shrug but you are still strapped to the chair. “They should. They always have before. Healing the burns is tied into my powers.” You swallow and flinch at the sharp stab of pain cutting down your throat. “My voice, however, might be another story.”

Bucky gently runs his fingers down the side of your neck. “I’m sure SHIELD has some specialists who can help you. But first, we’ve got to get back to them. So let’s get you out of that chair.”

He began unlocking each of your restraints and you can’t stop a moan from escaping. Your skin had been rubbed raw where the metal dug into your skin, and your muscles ache from how tensely they had been clenched in pain. Bucky must have noticed this, because as he undoes each strap, he massages the area, loosening up the muscles enough to ease some of the tension. But every inch of you still throbs in pain.

As Bucky unlatches the last restraint, he asks, “Do you think you can walk?”

“I’m not sure. Everything hurts. But maybe once I get going—” You try to rise from the seat but barely make any progress before collapsing back down. You look up at Bucky sheepishly. “I guess that’s a no.”

Carefully, he lifts you into his arms and carries you towards the exit. You can’t see where you’re going and the slight bobbing of your vision as he walks is giving you a headache.

Leaning your head against his chest, you let your damaged eyes drift softly closed. Then you mutter, “I think I need to sleep for a bit. Helps my recovery time.”

You feel Bucky’s lips brush against your temple. “Rest, Doll. I’ll take it from here.”

Nodding softly, you begin slipping into a deep slumber. You are still in a lot of pain, but you don’t regret a single moment of what happened. You’d do it all again if at the end you could be safe in Bucky’s arms once more.

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bring-backup-99 · 7 months ago

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That Damn Beauty

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PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You and Tech explore rope bondage. You are a very willing subject.

WORDS COUNT: 2171

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, very spicy, porn, shibari, oral sex (fem receiving), PiV, touch of Dom!Tech

NOTES: This is installment 20 of my “Bad Choices” “reverse harem” smutlet series. Of the kinky things I’ve written, this is probably the tamest. 🤔

Tech had taken his time. You think it wouldn’t matter who he did this to, closest lover or worst enemy: he would be careful and precise. People might think he was showing off with the perfection he achieves, but you know there is no other way for him to be. He’s confident in his knowledge and skill and that seems to radiate from him. It’s what attracted you to him in the first place.

You weren’t nervous. You thought you might be, but when tonight came, you weren’t. You trust Tech, despite knowing so little about him. He’s never tried to move beyond your boundaries, seemingly content to explore with the free access he has inside them.

He had insisted on undressing you, gloved hands stroking over every inch of flesh as it was exposed, raising goosebumps even in your warm room. He’d kissed trails along your skin, and you’d relaxed more into his touch.

He’d been quiet. Focused. Even though Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair have each made a comment, or multiple comments, about Tech talking non-stop, you think this might be an artifact of their earlier times together. Tech loves to inform and to instruct, but when he’s concentrating, he tends toward silence.

“If you are ready, please move to your knees.” Obediently, you’d knelt on the pillow he’d put down and he’d knelt in front of you, rope in hand. He’d kissed you. He’d slipped his arm around you and tipped your head back and you’d opened to him in needy surrender, his mouth perfect on yours, his full lower lip a soft cushion against your own, his tongue gentle and questing.

Then, he’d began. Each movement was measured and confident, no flourishes, no hesitancy. He’d known what he wanted, how each knot should be placed, how each cord should lie on your skin. Slowly you’d sunk into a curious relaxation, your awareness of your body heightened and every touch rippling out to the tips of your fingers and toes. It was the feeling from your youth when someone would brush your hair and you would stay so still so that they would never stop; it’s the feeling of hearing a voice with the perfect timbre that is gentle and calm and it washes over you until you’re almost in a trance. You’d read about sub-space, and maybe this is it. Maybe you almost understand it now.

Slowly, he created the halter that now decorates your torso, your upper arms bound to your sides. You wish for a mirror. Just catching glimpses of your reflection in Tech’s goggles is not enough.

He helps you back to your feet. “How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Any pinching or rubbing?” You shake your head. “You are doing very well. I will begin the suspension. You will need to tell me immediately if there is any discomfort.”

You nod and he hoists you using the hook he anchored to your ceiling. You come up on your tiptoes, swaying slightly. You can barely feel the rope as it hugs your flesh; the balance is perfect.

Tech walks behind you and you can hear him rustling about, preparing the next batch of ropes to complete his work, and then you feel his arms snake around your waist. He presses himself to you and a sensation close to an orgasm runs through your body when you feel his now naked skin against yours. You cry out in the pleasure of it. His hands stroke over you as you moan and quiver at his touch. He gently lifts your leg, bare fingertips teasing your sensitive inner thigh as he begins looping and knotting the ropes that will hold you up and open. Part of your body rests against his as he works, and you drift back into a meditative state.

Finally, he pulls the rope to lift your leg, and you feel excited, exposed. He’s against your back again.

“I had intended to bind your hands behind you as we’d discussed, but I believe I prefer them to your sides. Is this acceptable?” The original placement would have meant that he could not stand flush to your back, as he is doing now. His voice is its usual steady and even tone; if you couldn’t feel him hard against you, you would have no idea he was aroused.

You manage to murmur, “Yes.” Just the touch of him is warming your whole body. He finishes binding your arms and then walks around you, checking over his work. No wonder Crosshair wants this. It’s calming and intimate beyond what you could have imagined.

“I had also considered adding a way to pivot you forward, but…I do not think that will be necessary. Perhaps for the future.” His voice is matter-of-fact and, despite his words, does not carry any expectation of you doing this again.

Finally, he is done, and he steps back to look at you, to survey his creation.

“This is satisfactory.” His tone is pleased. He moves forward, hands lightly stroking your skin between the ropes, admiring instead of inspecting. His fingers touch your nipples until they harden. “Your breasts look particularly inviting. I fear I have been remiss in the past.” He bends forward to kiss each nipple, before carefully licking one and taking it into his mouth. Your head tips back as his tongue explores around your areola, stimulating you until it is a tight bud encircled by his soft lips. You think of that full lower lip that you so enjoy kissing, and you moan.

He does the same on the other side, but now his hand begins stroking the inner thigh of your raised leg. It’s too good. So much pleasure right now, his mouth on your breast, a hand tantalizingly close to your hot center, your pussy begging for attention. His free hand begins massaging your other breast, capturing the nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently twisting, before pinching it, sending more stimulation into your body.

The fingers on your thigh stroke for a moment between your legs, sending a ripple of sensation into you. You know you must be soaking wet; your body is just sex now. He moves to his knees, pulls your swaying form to him, your toes failing to find purchase on the floor, and rests his cheek against your hip, his fingers combing through your pubic hair.

You’d thought, when you agreed to this, that he would tie you up and then just fuck you, the unfettered access too alluringly. But, truth be told, he has that already, so instead he is exploring the new ways he can see and experience you as you are now.

“You are especially sensitive right here.” His finger runs along the darker skin where your thigh meets your pelvis. You gasp. “I had not noticed that before. I have always been focused here.” Fingers ghost over your vulva. “And your scent…” he draws in a breath. “It very clearly stimulates and enhances arousal.” His tongue circles you clit before sliding into you. You let out a lusty cry. He fucks you breathless for a few moments, before standing.

“I do not believe I have previously mentioned how appealing I find your features,” he says as he gently tilts your head back to run his tongue along your parted lips, your smell on his mouth.

He walks behind you, surveying you as your body sways on the rope, then a finger hooks into the back of the harness and he pulls you to him, one hand on your lifted thigh, holding you steady as another reaches around to fondle a breast.

“Should you consent to doing this again, I think a mirror will need to be added to this room. I believe it would enhance both of our experiences.” He strokes his cock between your buttocks then pulls you back a little more, adjusting you slightly, before a quick thrust buries him in your wet pussy.

Your body contracts in pleasure as he holds himself inside you, slight pulses keeping you filled. Then his movements start slowly with long, deep strokes, stimulating every inch of you. His hand slips down your leg, and two fingers find your clit.

“Uhn!” you cry out, and you feel yourself clench around him in an involuntary spasm. You hear a small change in his breath as his thrusts become harder, stronger, taking advantage of the added tightness. He takes your breath away every time his cock fills you, and the room is full of your moans.

Your inability to move, to wrap your arms around him, to touch him and encourage him, to do anything but take what he gives you, somehow intensifies your sensitivity to his every caress and thrust. He pulls out enough to find that pleasure center, hitting it with such accuracy you’ve no doubt he’s made a mental map of you. Your throaty cries punctuate his strong movements as he plunges into you, over and over, ecstasy building with each buck of his hips. An involuntary shudder runs through you and your muscles spasm around him in that first twinge of your climax.

“That you are extremely sensitive internally,” he murmurs in your ear, “particularly from this angle, has always been quite pleasing to me, but…” He slides out of you, causing you to groan in protest. “…I prefer a different position tonight.”

He returns to his place in front of you, one hand on your hip, the other under your raised leg adjusting you for quick entry. You shudder again as he fills you. You are desperate to be able to reach out and touch him, to hold him against you, and realize this is why you couldn’t do this often.

As if reading your mind, he pulls you to him, a hand intertwining with the back of the halter, the other hand moving to grasp the rope above you, his bicep partially framing your face. You turn your head and run your tongue along his skin, tasting him. You look at his face, his brown eyes, occasionally obscured by the yellow-tinted lenses, focused on you, his intensity as stimulating as anything else he is doing. You watch his lips part when pleasure breaks his composure, and he makes a soft noise and has to draw an unsteady breath. That excites you even more, knowing that you are the reason for this lapse in Tech’s control.

Another involuntary spasm catches you and you moan with it. This time he doesn’t stop fucking you, taking complete advantage of your floating body, pounding his full length in and out of you. You can hardly breathe, your body is overwhelmed by him even before the orgasm locks every muscle into a shivery gasp of pleasure. You feel him slow, taking you through your climax, shuddering moans of thanks falling from your mouth.

It’s not until he slips out of you and you feel his cum down your leg that you realize you’d come together. He kisses you, then begins untying your leg from its raised position. He takes a moment to slide a finger into you and you give a little cry of surprise as you watch him lick it clean.

Carefully he lowers you to the ground, back on your knees. He makes sure you can hold yourself up before fully ending the suspension, and then he makes quick work of releasing you from the ropes. A moment later he lifts you and carries you to the bed.

Gently he checks over your whole body, though you know there isn’t even the slightest rope burn, his work was so precise. You lie on the bed as his fingers run over you, noting that his cock is slightly hard. It hardens more when you grasp it in your hand.

“Once more?” you ask, hopeful. You’ll be sore tomorrow regardless of how he takes you, but you need him inside you again.

Tech considers for a moment, then lies flush to your side, your hand slowly moving along his length. Your body shivers with lust and vulnerability. His fingers stroke from your sternum to your navel and back, sending sparks of sensation through you.

“I am glad you chose not to include Crosshair and Hunter in this evening.” It had been discussed and, while you’d agreed that it would be a particularly exquisite torture for them, you’d felt having them there would be too much, despite that they would only have been allowed to watch. “As it turns out, I would not have wanted to share you, even if they were simply observing.”

You don’t have time to process his words, as his fingers stop their journey mid-stroke, so he can lift off his goggles, showing you his naked golden-brown eyes. And there is still no time before he is on top of you and inside of you and your mouths are pressed together.

And, this time, your hot breath does not impede his view of your face in ecstasy.

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinkier.

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fantasydreamland · 4 months ago

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Queen in the North

sansa stark x fem reader

Summary: Sansa is titled queen in the North. After too much wine during the celebrations you discover no man has ever treated her properly in the bed chambers so you do your best to serve and worship your new queen.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! wlw, smutttt, fluff, alcohol consumption, fingering, oral (f&f), some spoilers

word count: 2171

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“Congratulations, my queen.” You curtsy and smile wide to Sansa as people continue to gather for the celebration.

“Thank you, (y/n).” She gives a soft smile back.

“You look radiant tonight, the crown becomes you.”

“Thank you, you as well.” She replies. “I meant- the crown doesn’t become you- I meant you look radiant as well… Not that a crown wouldn’t become you! I believe you would look quite good in one.” She flusters.

“Thank you, my queen.” You giggle at her stuttering.

She gestures you to sit beside her. You chat and drink at the table with her and the others enjoying the feast. You couldn’t help but admire Sansa’s features from the side. She had the most beautiful face, her eyes, her pale face, her prominent nose, the way she smiled when she laughed, and her lips…

Sansa’s leg brushes yours and you can’t decide if that was causing the heat in your cheeks or if it was all the wine you had consumed, perhaps both.

As the hour becomes late most people head to bed. You say goodnight to the gentlemen leaving your table. Soon you and Sansa are left alone at the table while a few other drunks still hang about on the other side of the room.

“So…” You turn to Sansa. “Now that you’re queen I assume you will be looking to marry soon?”

“I am in no rush.” She chuckles. “I’ve not had the best luck with husbands.”

“So I’ve heard…” you place your hand gently on hers. “I’m sorry for everything that has happened.”

“So am I…” she says quietly and puts her other hand over yours. “However, I’m not sure if I would be the woman I am today had those things not happened.”

You nod and she gives your hand a gentle squeeze before removing it. You reluctantly let go of her other hand and place it back in your lap.

“And you?” Sansa asks.

“What about me?”

“Will you be searching for a husband soon? I am sure you are eager to start a family.”

You let out a laugh that causes a snort.

“Pardon me, your grace…” you say a little embarrassed by your laugh. “No… I have not found a man suitable enough for me.”

“It appears we have that in common.” She says lowly with a slight smirk.

“Forgive me for being forward…” You begin. “But were you able get any sort of pleasure from them?”

“Lord Tyrion and I never consummated, he was respectful. Which oddly enough, he likely would have been the only one to give me true… pleasure.” She becomes shy with the last word.

“As for Ramsay… well. What he lacked in pleasure he provided in pain.” She continued, looking down as her mind drifted.

“I’m sorry…” You say quietly.

She shakes away the awful memories and meets your eyes.

“No matter, it is all in the past.” She says reassuringly.

“Cheers to that.” You say holding out your goblet.

She smirks and clinks her cup with yours and you both take a drink. Theres a calm moment of silence just enjoying each other’s presence. You both hold your smiles and make shy glances at each other. You’d meet her eyes making her blush and look away. Then you’d look away and notice her glance back at you until you’d met her eyes again which caused you to then blush and look away. Sansa looks away again with a smirk and takes a sip of wine.

“I should slow down.” She puts her goblet on the table, breaking the silence. “Otherwise I may not be able to get up from this table.” She laughs.

“I would be happy to assist you my queen.” You smile as you stand up and hold your hand out to her.

“Why thank you, my lady.” She says in a jokingly polite voice.

She takes your hand and pulls herself to a stand before nearly toppling over. You catch her arm and she steadies her balance again.

“I appear to be more intoxicated than I had thought.” She jokes. “I think you may need to help me back to my chambers.”

“I am at your command, my queen.” You smirk and give a small bow before holding your arm out for her to take.

She takes ahold of your arm and you walk down the halls to her chambers. You’re not sure why the air feels tense. Maybe it was the way her hand gently held onto your arm or how ethereal she looked in the dark candlelight. You wondered if she felt it too. You look to Sansa and she simply smiles at you. You give a soft smile back, then turn away hiding your blush.

Once you arrive at the door to her chambers she lets go of your arm and turns to you with her hands folded together in front of her.

“Well, thank you my lady for escorting me.” She gives a polite smile.

“Of course, my queen.” You curtsy.

“And thank you for being the best drinking companion. I’ve not been this happy and content in a long time.” She reaches out and lightly takes your fingers into hers causing your breath to catch.

“You deserve nothing but happiness my queen…” Your voice comes out as a whisper.

She gives you a soft smile and takes a step closer to you, still holding your fingers. You notice her glance to your lips before meeting your gaze again with an intense look in her eyes. She hesitantly leans in at an excruciatingly slow pace as her eyes search yours for any sign you don’t want this. Once her lips are merely a breath away and your noses brush you close the gap and press your lips to hers, assuring her you definitely want this, you definitely want her.

Her hesitation instantly fades and she kisses you back passionately as your fingers intertwine. You sigh as you taste the sweet wine on her tongue. She moves her other hand to your waist to pull you closer against her. Your other hand caresses along her cheek and jawline. Your tongues continue to slowly and softly dance together. The kiss is gentle and fierce at the same time. She eventually pulls away and you see a soft smirk lingering on her lips.

“Would you like to come in?” She says lowly.

You nod your head a little too quickly, making her chuckle. She keeps her hand in yours as she leads you into her chambers. You look around at the room as she closes and bolts the door shut behind you. She walks over to a small table and gently places down the crown from her head. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel your palms sweat from the nerves.

Sansa comes back over to you and you awkwardly look at each other, neither of you sure what to do next. You gather all of your courage and take her face in your hands and pull her into another passionate kiss. This kiss is hungrier and more heated than the last. You shiver as her fingers lightly brush down your neck to your collarbone, before they make their way to pull the strings of your dress. You follow her lead shoving the cloak off her shoulders before beginning to pull at her dress. Your lips never part as you both fumble with the strings of each other’s dresses.

After a frustrating minute of jumbled fingers you break the kiss and giggle to each other as you both unlace your own strings. Once they’re loose enough Sansa reaches out and slowly pushes your dress off your shoulders. Her gentle fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. You blush as her eyes look up and down your exposed body. Nervously you move your hands to her shoulders, pushing her gown to the floor. You gulp hard as your eyes scan her beautiful figure. Your eyes fill with lust as you look at her like an animal ready to pounce.

You lean into one another, lips meeting again. You hold each other close as your naked bodies press together. You feel sparks shoot throughout your body when your sensitive nipples brush against hers. Sansa keeps your body pressed to hers as you move towards the bed.

Once you’re both laying in the bed something in you snaps. You kiss her again hard before moving your lips along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone. You’re both surprised by your sudden boldness. Your hand moves to massage her breast as you lean down and take the other in your mouth causing her to gasp. You graze your teeth on her nipple before soothing the tender spot with your tongue. You continue to kiss down her body, lower and lower.

“What are you doing?” Sansa says in a breathy whisper.

“Worshipping you the way you deserve, my queen.” You mumble, continuing to kiss down her skin.

You move further down to kiss the inside of her thigh making her jump. You lift your head to look at her.

“Unless you want me to stop…?” You say with a hint of disappointment in your voice.

“No.” She quickly says staring down into your eyes with a heated look.

You smirk and lean back down kissing and nipping slowly up her inner thigh. You hear her breath quicken as you get closer to where she needs you most. She gasps loudly when you give a tentative lick up her wet core. You smirk again before latching your lips to her clit causing her hands to reach into your hair. The taste of her makes you dizzy. You have never done anything like this before but you do your best to work your tongue on her. The sounds of her soft cries and desperate moans are like the sweetest song you’ve ever heard. You continue testing what pleases her. When your tongue dips into her hole she groans loudly. You do it again and she moans again grabbing harder onto your hair.

With her encouraging moans you begin to tease your finger around her hole before pushing it slowly inside, your gaze fixed on her as you watch her face contort in pleasure. Her moans become less contained as you slowly move your finger in and out as you continue to work your tongue on her clit. You add a second finger and her hands move from your hair to tightly grasp the pillow under her head as she pants harder between moans. Her legs begin to shake and you pump your fingers faster knowing she must be close. She gasps your name. You moan against her in response, the vibrations finally pushes her over the edge. Her thighs squeeze tightly around your head but you still clearly hear her long loud final moan ring in your ears.

Her body and legs relax and you crawl back up the bed to lay beside her. She pants heavily for a moment before turning her face to you. She smiles before leaning forward and capturing you in a quick kiss, tasting herself on your tongue.

“You are…” She holds your face in her hands and looks deep into your eyes as she struggles to find the right word. “…extraordinary.” She breathes.

You can’t help but smile as you hold her intense gaze.

“Thank you… my queen.” You whisper the last part.

“I would like to try...” She says sitting up and placing a soft kiss to your stomach.

You smirk and nod as she copies your previous actions kissing all the way down your body and then slowly up your thigh. With much less hesitation than you had, she dives right in. She spends no time working you up and slipping her fingers in. Her other hand reaches up to grab at your breasts. You hit your own peak much faster as she devours you like it’s her last meal. Her fingers curl inside you and that causes your sight to go black. Stars begin to fill your vision as you cry out from the intensity washing over you.

You feel her come to lay back beside you as you regain consciousness and steady your breathing. When you turn your head to her she’s smirking shyly at you.

“Well?” She asks.

“Extraordinary.” You breathe out.

She smiles and leans in to give you a chaste kiss but you put your hand around her neck to pull her closer and dip your tongue into her mouth. Her mouth tastes sweet and tangy from the wine mixed with your essence. You reluctantly pull away to breathe and lay back on the pillow. Your eyes meet again and you both laugh softly. You lightly brush her red hair from her face. She leans into your touch and sighs.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” She says hopefully.

“Of course, my queen.” Your soft smile turns into a mischievous smirk. “I plan to worship you again in the morning.”

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