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thedevilsoftruth · 7 months

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Pocket Pussy ~ Loki x Fem!reader

Warning: Smut, smut, smut, SMUT! Dom Loki ( as always ), sex toys usage, overstimulation, face riding, spanking, rough sex, cum control ( kinda ) Minors dni

Summary: Your vacation with the avengers in Europe had been not quite how you imagined as you begin to develop a certain sexual relationship with Loki who can’t seem to keep it in his pants.

w/c: 4k || read time: about 20 minutes

Sounds of plates and bowls clanking together and silverware rubbing against dishes filled the dining room of the restaurant along with chatter. You sat at the long rectangular table with most of the Avengers, everyone was eating their food and chatting with each other. you sat next to Loki by the very end of the table with Thor on Loki’s left. You had to face it, you didn’t like Loki. The avengers ( including you ) were all out on a vacation together in Europe after having to go through multiple excruciating missions. You all needed a break, but Thor kept insisting you all brought Loki on the trip since he helped out with a couple missions. Even though you all didn’t quite trust Loki after the New York Incident, you all agreed since Thor wouldn’t stop bitching about it. But if you were honest, you really wished the team never agreed to because this guy was a real asshole. While everyone was enjoying their vacation, your mornings and nights were spent being utterly drained by Loki. The first day with the trip, the team made you and Loki share a room in the cabin and oh god was it terrible. The first day you two fought and that turned into a bad angry sex session. And ever since then he had been fucking you every single day because of the things you said to him when you fought. The pressure was so bad on you you never even had time to fully enjoy moments with your teammates. Loki was pure torture to you, he used his magic on you to make sure you wouldn’t go anywhere.

You looked at your food with a frown as you heard Loki speaking to everyone like they were best friends and he was totally not doing the things he was doing to you. it pissed you off. You shot loki a glare and he glanced at you. “ Loki, “ you whispered his name while he was talking to Bruce about something having to deal with magic. You were getting irritated again, but you were happy Loki was giving you a break and hadn’t done anything to you today. “ Loki! “ you said louder into his ear and he finally turned to look at you.

“ what!? “ “ I need to talk to you. Can we go somewhere more private? “ His brows furrowed and he rolled his eyes. He put on a fake smile and stood up.

“ I’m sorry everyone, we’ll be back. “ he said, grabbing your arm and looking at everyone happily like everything was alright. You stood and he dragged you into an empty hallway where all the bathrooms were.

“ what do you want? “ he snarled, crossing his arms like the big child he was. You swore this guy had a bigger temper than Bruce when he was the hulk. You glared back.

“ I’m going to switch rooms. Thor can stay with you but I want to be with Natasha. “ You said while fondling with the fabric on your maxi skirt. His mouth came open a bit and his bred furrowed. “ why? “ “ because I’m tired of you. I came here to enjoy my vacation and I feel like you’re disrupting that. “ you said firmly, trying to keep your composure. He scoffed. “ This is the last night of our trip, we leave tomorrow afternoon. what’s the point of switching? “ he replied. “ you see? I spent all this week giving myself into your arrogance and selfishness. “ you spat. Didn’t this guy feel guilty by the slightest for keeping you away from the others and enjoying your vacation? Surprisingly, he simply noddded in response.

“ I understand. “ he said, locking eyes with you and fiddling with his fingers anxiously. You genuinely didn’t expect to get that reaction from him and yet you did and it relieved you. You crossed your arms and walked away from him with your back straight. It was all too easy, or so you thought.

Loki grabbed your arm and before you could react you were in the restaurants bathroom against the wall with his hand over your mouth. You raised your leg to kick him but he turned out to be too close for that to happen.

“ so let’s make the most of our last night together, yeah? “ his voice was barely above a whisper and almost menacing as he heald you against the cold tiled wall. Was this guy brain dead? Did he not understand anything you had just said? But there wasn’t any saying no to this guy anymore. Loki was stubborn and didn’t like hearing things he didn’t want to hear, so what was the point of fighting him anymore? You had just hoped he wouldn’t do anything too extreme. But you were wrong, oh so very long.

Loki reached into the inside chest pocket of his blazer and pulled out a small white vibrator that fit in the palm of his big hands. The grin on his face couldn’t get any bigger as he uncovered your mouth and watched your pretty eyes widen.

“ You see this? This is going inside you until we get home tonight. “ He said, wrapping his warns around your waist and moving you on top of the sink. Loki had done some stuff to you, but never this. You couldn’t help but simply stare at him as he looked at you like everything he was doing was normal.

“ You know the drill, darling. Open those pretty legs for me. “ he said with his dark, smooth accent that never failed to send chills down your body. You obliged with no question, watching as he reached under your long skirt to pull your black pantyhose down along with your undergarments.

“ you don’t think this is a little too far? “ you asked nervously, feeling the device being pushed against your entrance slowly. Everutging felt hot around you. Why were you letting him touch you like this? why was it so easy for you to give in to him?

“ oh baby,… you have no idea just how far I can go. “ He said softly, pushing the device farther into you until none of it peeked outside your hole. You couldn’t help but moan slightly when he pressed the button on a remote to turn it on. The vibrator did exactly as its name implies; it simulated you with vibrations. Loki smirked at how easily you gave in. Even if you told him no or fought him he would look for a way to persuade you, there was always a way he could find that would let him get in between your legs. The toy moved at a steady, yet fast pace that made you feel like you were going to relase. You gulped as he put the remote back into his inside chest pocket. His eyes never left yours this whole time, those evil mischievous eyes that stared back at you dangerously like you were it’s prey.

“ Be a good girl for me or else I will turn up the speed. “ he spoke threateningly, combing your hair back with his fingers so he could give your forehead a kiss. he pulled your pantyhose and undergarments back up to your waist and helped you get down from the sink. you could barely walk with the thing inside you so he simply magicked you both back into the dinning area. He pulled your seat out for you and you glared at him as you sat down. Natasha sat in front of you and smiled when she saw you return.

“ you were gone for a while, are you alright? “ she asked, placing her hand on top of yours and giving you a concerned look. You shook your head. “ oh I’m… fine. “ you replied breathlessly with a slight pause from all the intense pressure inside you. You looked down at your food, hoping It wasn’t cold. Lokis hand went into your thigh, lightly abrading your flesh softly as he spoke casually with his brother. You swore you were going to fight this guy if he kept touching you like that. You shakily grabbed your fork and twirled it around your pasta before bringing it up to your mouth. The device felt amazing in you, you had just wished it wasn’t happening here.

“ so I’m thinking tomorrow morning we can all go get breakfast at that cute live music restaurant. I would love to listen to some jazzy music while we eat breakfast. “ Natasha spoke loudly with hand gestures so that the people on the other end of the table could hear too. Bruce nodded in agreement and Wanda let out a little ‘ooo’ in response. Tony scoffed. “ Jazz music— why jazz? is that all they play there? “ He asked Natasha as he took a sip of his wine. Natasha shook her head. “ Well of course not, they play other stuff. They have a bunch of different people come in and they all play- “ Natasha didn’t get to finish when you suddenly hit the table with your fists really hard due to the vibrator hitting a spot you wished it wouldn’t. Everyone’s eyes fell on you and you had to come up with an excuse to why you did It.

“ You know I think we should go to that aquarium cafe. Very interested in that. “ You spoke very shakily, still trying to keep your composure. Tony hummed in response and everyone else thought about it for a second. “ Yeah that’s not a bad idea. I guess we’re doing that now unless anyone decides to differ. “ He said, wiping his mouth with a paper towel.

Loki leaned over to your side a bit, his lips hovering above your ear as he looked at you with a sly smirk. “ I told you to be good. “ he applied pressure to your thigh and forced it down onto the seat. Then suddenly the speed to the vibrator got faster, causing you to gasp and grab onto his wrist like it was gonna stop the excruciating pleasure in you. The fucker turned the speed up. He turned away from you but his hand didn’t leave your thigh.

Tony clapped and looked around the table, making sure that everyone was done eating. “ So we all done here? I’m ready to go back, anyone else? “ He spoke, standing up and taking the last sipe of his wine. Clint, Bruce, Natasha, Thor and Steve all stood up with him and the chattering of agreeing rose higher. You shot an angry look at Loki.

“ you asshole. “ you spat at him but his grin only grew if that was even possible at this time. “ oh really? you’re gonna talk to me like that? “ his hand squeezed your thigh and you almost yelped but covered your mouth in time. “ I think someone needs to get a little punishment fucked into her. “ he growled before also standing up. He tapped your foot, signaling you to stand as well even though you still wanted to eat more. The others rose and just like that The bill was paid and you all were back in the cabin. Loki wouldn’t stop teasing you in the car. He turned up the speed to the max when you were in the car and you could barely sit still in the limbo with everyone. But now you were back in the cabin and you knew you were fucked; literary. The second you got in you told everyone goodnight and Loki threw you into the room and locked the door behind himself.

Your back slammed against the wall and you winced in pain at the contact. Loki approached you and began tearing his tie off his neck, his black blazer falling off his shoulders.

“ Loki, please stop… no more. “ and then he stopped. His brow raised and he cocked his head to the side. “ stop? “ he repeated curiously. Of course you had been telling him no all day but he didn’t suspect you to tell him to stop when you got back. But if there was one thing he didn’t like it was being told no, but even that didn’t matter to him because he was going to get what he wanted in the end.

“ yes… please, I can’t stand it. “ you panted, holding your hand up as a way to signal him you were done. And then he simply scoffed and undid the remaining buttons of his shirt.

“ oh y/n.. “ he sighed. “ you’re just too cute. “ He grabbed your arm and threw you down on your shared bed, his big body hovering over you and his dangerous eyes never leaving yours. “ it’s just too bad I’m going to ravish you until you’re nothing but a screaming mess in my hands. “ he grinned before pressing his lips against yours in a quick peck. You closed your eyes tightly in defeat. it was all useless against him. No matter what you said or did, he wouldn’t listen.

“ I’m going to tear you down to the lowest a woman could go. “ he muttered against your neck, magicking his way out of his clothes and making yours disappear too. He sat upright between your thighs,warm, thick fingers lingering over your thighs as he peered into your cum covered cunt. His eyes flipped from your face to your mound, making sure you weren’t trying to move away.

“ now tell me, “ he paused, sliding two fingers against your throbbing clit. “ how many times did you come? “ You tried to control your breathing and answered through gritted teeth, “ I was about to reach my second. “ a simple hum was his response. he seemed unamused. “ I bet I could make you come more than that. “ he whispered, slowly sliding the vibrator that was tournamenting you out of your wetness. He gave you a simple glance and then swiped his thumb against your throbbing bud. Your nose burnt like you were going to cry, face scrunched up in discomfort.

“ oh baby, I have so much in store for you tonight. “ he chuckled darkly, grabbing your knees and pushing your legs far apart so he could be comfortable. You were completely bare and vulnerable now in front of this brute of a man, he had you right where he wanted you and he wasn’t letting go.

“ put your hands up. “ he demanded, and you quickly obliged. His lofty, skillful hands conjured two long pieces of rope. He straddled your hips so you wouldn’t move and tied both your wrists to the headboard. The restraints served as a physical reminder of your helplessness, intensifying the anticipation that simmered between you and Loki.

You gritted your teeth as you glared up at the smirking devil above you. His fingertips gripped your thighs firmly and his already lubricated erection pressed against your wet opening. You closed your eyes tight, hoping it would all come to an end soon. But nothing ever ended soon when it came to Loki. The longest time he fucked you for was about 5 hours, and you were worried that this time was going to last longer.

His fingers, thick and rough, teased with circles around your swollen clit. The sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through your body, causing your back to arch involuntarily and your hands to jerk against the restraints. A low moan escaped your lips as he pressed his thumb against the sensitive bud, his touch taking over you like a wave of endless pleasure.

With each deliberate stroke, his cock nudged against your slick entrance, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. The sensation was almost too much to bear, a balance between agony and ecstasy. Your walls clenched around him, instinctively welcoming the familiar intrusion.

Loki's voice, thick like honey, filled the air as he praised you. "Look at you, my little slut," he growled, his voice reverberating through the room. "Taking me in so easily, just like the previous times. You were made for this, made for me."

His words hung in the air, a tantalizing reminder of the power he held over you. And as he slowly pushed himself deeper, inch by agonizing inch, the sensations intensified. It was all a mixture of pain and pleasure, all a test to see how much you were able to take. You closed your eyes once more and threw your head back.

“ yellow, “ you said breathlessly, and then he stopped for a moment. You opened your eyes for a moment and he looked genuinely concerned for a split second. He pursed his lips and rubbed your thigh comfortingly.

“ Then reach your high. you can take it. “ He leaned forward and your wet lips met with his again, his hips diving back into you faster than last time and making you whimper and roll your eyes back. The sounds of skin moving against skin filled the air, along with the little sounds of pleasure that the both of you let out. He reached down and moved his fingers against your swollen clit to stimulate you further. You cried out loudly, gripping the bed sheets so hard you thought they would crumble beneath your grip. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside you felt incredible and every single movement sent another wave of pleasure straight to your core. You moaned into his mouth, your hips bucking upwards into him as you neared the edge.

" ha—L-Loki! I’m gonna- “ “ I know, baby. “ he uttered into your ear, strong hand moving up to grasp your throat firmly. Your moans came out harsher this time, your throat burning and eyes watering as you felt your orgasm building up in your stomach. It felt like a fire raging inside you, threatening to spread further to the point where you spill everywhere.

His breathing was ragged and warm amd tingled against your skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist to deepen his maniac thrusts, eyes fluttering shut again and your moans becoming screams.

“ Ah, t-too much, “ your voice was barely audible as your throat burned too much to speak. Loki hushed you quickly and released your neck, looking at the redness appearing around your skin with pride. “ shut up, “ he spat, his hips stil thrashing into you like it was the end of the world. He sat upright and grabbed your thighs, pulling your right leg above his shoulder. He moaned and tilted his head back as a drove into that spot that had the potential to drive you off the edge. Your finger nails dug into the skin of your palms, hips jerking and legs shaking as you reached your high all over him sooner than you anticipated. He gave your cunt one finale thrust before slowly pulling out, watching your orgasm dripping down his shaft and pooling out of your sweet hole.

You panted and groaned as you tried to recover from your high, wishing you were down but something about the way he was looking at you told you otherwise. He straddled your waist again and untied your wrists. You sighed and smiled, finally you were free but your wrist felt like they had been moving against sand for hours.

Loki backed away from you and sat on his knees. “ That’s twice. Now bend over so we can make that three. “ your smile faded and you stared at him like he was crazy. The ache between your thighs was still pulsating, your muscles trembling from the intensity of the previous rounds. It was as if he had no regard for your exhaustion, for the limits of your body and mind. He cocked his head to the right, his gaze burning with anger and impatience. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on you as his demand hung heavy in the air. “ I said, bend over," he repeated, his words laced with an unmistakable threat. His eyes bore into yours, and all you could see was evil. You gulped and, with quivering legs, turned over and arched your back for him. He hummed and jolted your shoulders, grabbing your wrists and holding them both behind your back.

“ Look at you," he moaned in your ear, his voice a delicious blend of dominance and desire. As he bent you over, your hands pressing against the cool sheets, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The way he looked at you, with hunger burning in his eyes, sent a shiver down your spine.

Sliding himself back inside your cum-covered entrance, you couldn't help but cry out at the sensation. The raw, primal energy between you both was palpable, and you found yourself surrendering to it completely. His thrusts were erratic, each one pushing you closer to the edge of oblivion.

Loki raised his hand, his palm connecting with your ass in a resounding slap. The sting mixed with pleasure, leaving behind a mark that would serve as a reminder of this heated encounter. "So dutiful and perfect," he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The sound of his hand connecting with your flesh echoed through the room, and you couldn't help but let out a yelp, a mixture of pain and pleasure escaping your parted lips.

He was unrelenting, pushing you to new heights of ecstasy with every thrust. His greedy hands reached up for your hair, pulling it back, exposing your vulnerable neck to his hungry gaze. The sensation of his fingers tangled in your locks added an extra layer of intensity to the already overwhelming pleasure. It felt as if he was claiming you, marking you as his in this moment of raw passion.

As he pounded you relentlessly, your moans and whimpers filled the air, intermingling with the sounds of your bodies colliding in perfect harmony. You screamed his name, the syllables escaping your lips like a prayer, a plea for more. The pleasure built within you, threatening to consume you entirely. Your mind was a haze of sensations, your body a vessel for the overwhelming tide of pleasure coursing through every fiber of your being.

“ Ha-Loki! D-don’t fucking stop. “ you moaned out breathlessly, earning a low chortle from him. His big hand spanked you yet again. “ oh darling, I don’t plan to. “ His voice was gravely, low and gruff as he continued to reach into the deepest pits of pleasure in you. His hand tangled in your hair moved to grasp your throat yet again. Loki had been rough with you before, but nothing could have compared to this moment. His erratic thrusts against you were inhuman, he was like a beast. But then he stopped and pulled out, making you whined at the emptiness

Loki laid down besides you and motioned you forward with his hand. “ Sit on my face. “ “ what!? “ that same look from earlier returned, so you swallowed your tongue and simply just obliged. You rest your knees on either side of his face, careful enough to not suffocate him. You bit your lip, nervous to feel his tongue on your sensitive mound. But you positionsed yourself and his tongue immediately found purpose on your soaked folds. The contact was electric, a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body. His skilled tongue met your sensitive mound with a hunger that matched your own, sending waves of pleasure rippling through every inch of your being.

A gasp escaped your lips, a symphony of pleasure and surprise. The sensations were overwhelming, his tongue exploring your folds with an expertise that left you trembling with desire. The room became a blur, your senses consumed by the taste and touch of him, each flick and swirl of his tongue pushing you closer to the edge. You whimpered and grabbed the headboard with both hands for support as you rolled your hips against his greedy mouth.

Loki hummed against your clit, sending more electric shocks throughout your body and making you cry out in pleasure.

“ so sensitive, “ he chuckled, vibrations being sent through you yet again. He lapped at the juices leaking down your slit, kissing your clit tenderly and striking your ass once again. He put his hands on your hips and rolled you back over on your back so he was on top again.

“ Scream for me, y/n. Tell me how much you want me. “ Once again, he slid into you in one swift move. A moan escaped your lips as another shot of pleasure ran through you, this one accompanied with a powerful urge to climax that seemed to be taking over everything else.

“ I need you Loki! “ You cried. He smirked. “ oh? well it looks like I’ll just have to give you what you need., “ he teased you, his voice softening. His face was now hovering right above yours, his green eyes piercing through your soul. His hand found purpose around your throat again. “ say it again. “ he growled. “ Want you…want to fill me up … “ you said lazily, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling him inch towards that’s special spot again. He growled, you could sense he was reaching towards his climax because he was becoming rougher with you. “ nnggh, louder! “ his grip around your throat tightened. “ i need you, Loki! “ you moaned louder, feeling him reach that spot yet again so swiftly it was dangerous. He moaned and threw his head back, hitting that spot repeatedly and making you scream his name like it was the last thing you were going to say. He let go of your throat and sat back up.

“ Come for me, y/n. “ he moaned, rolling his last thrusts into you before you both reached your desperately needed climaxes. his climax was intense, hitting your harshly and making you release a loud guttural scream. He panted, his hot semen filling you completely to the brim. There was a moment of silence between you both, he stared into your eyes and you stared back. And maybe it was your imagination but his lips trembled as he mumbled the words, “ I’m sorry, “

~~~~~~ Notes ~~~~~~ Not the biggest fan of this, I winged the end unfortunately and I think the ending turned out very… lazy? Mirror on the Ceiling is still my favorite, but I hope you guys enjoyed this one :))

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dailydragon08 · 9 months

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The Edge

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: After a harrowing ordeal where you and Luke barely escape an inquisitor's sinister plans, the tension between you and Luke finally snaps--with the Force acting as his ally (Luke’s POV). Rating: E Warnings: smut, implied past drug use (forced on reader and Luke as a form of torture), implied past torture, reader is wearing a bit of a revealing outfit (bralette and maxi skirt with a slit), masturbation, sexually frustrated Luke, no one is around but still doing the do in a public setting, hand jobs, mutual pining, slight angst, using the Force in sexual ways. A/N: "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order (but can be read in chronological order on my masterlist) about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. This takes place immediately after "Temple of You” (I keep tormenting Luke in these, I’m so sorry). See my masterlist (linked in pinned post) for more. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

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The cliff's edge loomed ahead, the vast ocean below it thrashing violently against the rock face. Several birds struggled against the gale of the coming storm, flapping frantically against the gray backdrop of the clouds. The grass danced beneath Luke’s feet as he blew a slow breath out his puffed cheeks. He felt your soothing presence strengthen through the Force and closed his eyes, letting the calming sensation wash over him as you drew closer.

His eyes widened when he finally turned to look at you. You were in a favorite outfit of his: the black bralette you usually wore during training, the lace tracing an intricate pattern over your skin, and your gray maxi skirt with flowers. The wind blew the slit open and he couldn’t help but stare as the fabric billowed behind you, giving him flashes of your toned legs. He remembered when he first began training you, not only watching but feeling your muscles develop and grow stronger as he’d gently held and guided you into the correct stances, similar to how he fought the urge to hold you now.

You stared at each other for several long moments. He took the opportunity to memorize the color of your eyes, unable to resist taking several steps closer to you to ensure he could envision every layer of your iris on command if needed. It felt like something foreign had a hold of him as he moved away some hair that had blown in your face, gently tucking it behind your ear and letting his fingers linger on your jaw. Your Force signature was more powerful than he’d ever felt it—even standing this close to you—and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was an effect of the drug’s half-life running out. He didn’t wonder for long, closing his eyes and leaning into your hand as you brushed some hair away from his eyes.

He pressed his forehead to yours, relishing how you stepped closer to bring your chest flush against his. A shaky breath escaped him as his hands settled on your waist and he gently bumped the tip of his nose against yours.

He held his gloved hand out to you, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “Help me take it off?”

You nodded and he watched, mesmerized, as you gently loosened each finger before revealing the blaster hole in his hand. He shuddered as you put the glove into his pocket and your fingers brushed against his hip.

“Are you okay?” you murmured, close enough that he could almost feel your lips brush against his.

He nodded, his own flesh hand gently digging into the fabric of your skirt while his cybernetic traveled up into your hair. “More than okay…You?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, leaning closer to ghost your lips over his.

He tilted his head and finally kissed you like he’d always wanted to—soft to start, but growing bolder and unabashedly needy as he relished your taste. Your lips were everything he’d always pictured and more: soft, warm, pliant, and addicting at a level he hadn’t expected. His cybernetic gently fisted in your hair and he couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest at the soft moan it elicited from you. He could feel your pleasure flow strongly through your connection, still much more potent than usual, and moaned in return. He broke away long enough to suck in a gulp of air, feeling his stomach flip at how the weather fully exposed your legs. His flesh hand traveled downwards of its own accord to grip at the skin of your thighs, gently walking you back several steps until he had you pinned against a nearby boulder.

Your fingers found their way into his hair and he couldn’t help the whine that escaped him as you yanked. He tentatively dipped his tongue into your mouth and had to force his knees to continue working as yours bumped against his. You gasped against each other’s mouths and he forced his own noises down to better revel in yours as his lips traced a line across your jaw and down your neck, committing the way your chest pushed against his at every pant to memory. Once he reached the juncture of your neck and collarbone, he sucked, feeling his own arousal grow at your resulting gasp. Your grip tightened on his shoulders and he groaned against your skin as you yanked a fistful of his hair again. He alternated with teeth, lips, and tongue until you were in such a state that he was the only thing keeping you on your feet.

He couldn’t deny he loved the way you held onto him for support, submitting and trusting him fully in a way you hadn’t before. He relished the moments when you let him be your shelter and solid ground beneath your feet and took the opportunity to let his fingers dig, stroke, and wander in equal measure. He could feel something building in the bottom of your stomach and it only fueled his own want. It almost felt like a defiling of the Force to use it in this way—sense what excited you and would pull the most gasps and moans while using it to heighten his own experience. But only almost. Your connection was something beautiful to him, and moments like this only added more credence to the fact that you were made for him and he would cherish and worship you at every opportunity you gave. After all he’d lost, all his regrets about chances not taken, he wouldn’t dare let this one slip through his fingers.

His name tumbled from your lips in a combination of gasps and moans that only made him want to further his efforts. He moaned yours back to you before steadying your hips with his hands, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across the thin layer of fabric that hid your breasts from him. He worked a path back up to your lips, wishing more than anything he could make an alter for you in all your glory. His hand slipped from your hair to gently wrap around the front of your neck, sliding down the middle of your chest and coming to a hesitant stop at the top of your skirt’s slit.

He met your gaze, your pupils blown, hair in disarray, and sighed as his hand hovered. “Maker, you’re so perfect.” He saw himself through your eyes in a quick flash through the Force: his own pupils blown so wide, the blue was barely visible, his hair that wasn’t still captured in your fist blowing from the incoming storm, lips parted as he breathed heavily. Although he wanted to wince at the laser focus he couldn’t help but attach to every scar, every line, the crooked shape of his nose from the Wampa attack, and the fact that his body was vastly different than it had once been—would you have liked him better when he was 19, fresh-faced, and still had both hands?—he could sense how mesmerized you were, the unbridled joy and excitement in the pit of your stomach from being this close to him, the absolute devotion you had for him. As your hand moved from his hair to rake your nails lightly down his neck and chest, he shuddered through what was almost a weak sob as he pressed a desperate kiss to your lips.

Your hand stopped at the sash near his waist. “Can I…?”

He managed a breathless yes, followed by an oh, Maker as his shirt fell open and your fingers wandered over his lightning scars. It was like you were seeing the ocean, snow, or a rainstorm for the first time, and his knees nearly buckled when you pressed a featherlight kiss to his collarbone.

In an attempt to steady himself against you, his hand touched your lower abdomen where it had been hovering. You gasped, pressing your face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He gently played with the waistband of your underwear, tilting his head to murmur, “May I?” in your ear.

You nodded against him and he slowly hooked his finger under the fabric as he nuzzled into you, bumping your hair out of the way with his nose and sucking a light mark into your neck. As he slid your underwear down your legs with your help, he couldn’t help but fall even more in love with how easy and natural it was with you. He had never done this before—not just with you, but with anyone—because no one had captured his interest the way you had. It was as if his body knew what to do of its own accord, because falling for you was not falling—it was rising, watching the foundation lay itself while the walls of the home he found in you gently revealed itself through the fog of pain and loss, already built and ready and waiting to welcome him.

You turned to kiss him, your hands cradling his face in a way that sent a chill through him as you stepped out of your underwear. Unsure what to do, he pressed them into your hand, groaning when you slid them into the same pocket as his glove. A smile played on the edge of his lips as he carefully slid a digit into you. “Are those mine now?”

You nodded, leaning your head back against the rock and moaning so loud he felt his cock twitch in his now-straining pants. His own head tilted back and his eyes rolled back into his head at the feel of you around his finger. He again felt you projecting to him, felt your pleasure, felt the tension build even more in the bottom of your stomach as he pumped his hand in and out.

“Maker,” you mumbled as his thumb circled your clit.

Putting his lips next to your ear, he whispered, “I love your noises.” He nibbled and sucked lightly on your earlobe, releasing you long enough to shake his head and swallow a moan as you palmed his growing erection. “Not yet. This is about you right now.”

“But—”

“Let me take care of you.” He left a lingering kiss on your lips as he brought his finger out to play lazily with your entrance. “Please.”

You nodded, letting your hands roam over his bare chest. “I…need more, please.”

He felt your disappointment and emptiness as he removed his hand completely. He hoisted your legs up onto either side of his waist, watching with hungry eyes as the movement made the skirt part even more and he could finally see just how perfect you were. He held you steady, sandwiching you between himself and the rockface before kissing you again. “You’re so beautiful…You have no idea how perfect you are.”

“I can—” he cut you off with another kiss as you played with his hair, “I can feel you…through the Force, it’s—”

“I know. I can, too.” He searched your eyes for a moment before leaning into the feeling even more. Your skin tingled all over your body, your entrance throbbing and in need of him as the butterflies built in your stomach to a maddening pace. He could tell you wanted him to take the lead and he was more than happy to oblige. “Now,” he took the finger that had been inside you into his mouth, closing his eyes and sighing at how you tasted against his tongue, “tell me—please—is this for me, too?”

The visual only pushed you further toward your edge as you nodded vigorously.

His fingers hovered over your entrance, almost touching, but not quite. “I wanna hear that sweet voice say it.”

You stuttered out a breath. “Yes—yes, it’s all yours.”

“Good girl.” He kissed you again, this time inserting two fingers and pushing you further and further, occasionally rubbing your clit with his thumb before adding his ring finger. “Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

You let your body take control, not worrying about the noises escaping you as you bucked against his hand, bumping his cock in the process.

He groaned, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck between pants and nibbles, moaning after every noise he evoked from you as he pumped his fingers faster. “I’ve thought about this so long—so many times, you have no idea,” he began to ramble and could sense you wondering if he was also closer to his own orgasm than you thought just from your pleasure alone. “I am.” He took your earlobe between his teeth before licking a strip just beneath your ear. “This is what you do to me, how much you mean to me, how much I love you.”

You gripped him as hard and close as your hands would allow. “M-maker, Luke, I’m…I’m…”

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

You climaxed with a noise that surprised even you. Luke kissed you again, desperate to feel even closer than he was now, sinking further into your Force bond in a desperate attempt to wrap himself up in you so completely that he couldn’t tell where you stopped and he began.

As you came down from your high, gasping for breath and holding him ever closer, he ignored his own need to fully take in your blissed-out state as you collapsed against his chest. He gripped your legs tighter against his waist, burying his face in your blowing hair and letting the familiar smell wash over him. He pulled back to look at you, gently stroking the backs of his fingers against your cheek, letting his thumb graze over your temple. “Are you all right?”

You nodded, pressing your forehead against his. “That was…” You met his eyes and laughed breathlessly.

He smiled. “Perfect.”

You laughed and the sound sent a shockwave through his body. “Yeah.” He leaned into your touch as you cupped his face between your hands, groaning against your lips and pressing his midsection further into yours as you kissed him. “Now let’s take care of you.” You yanked his hair to lean his head back, mouthing at the warm skin of his neck. “I wanna feel you.”

He gasped. “Are you,” he swallowed hard, weaving his fingers into your hair and holding tightly to you as he took a few steps away from the rocks, “are you sure?”

You met his gaze and nodded, making a bolt of pleasure shoot through him. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to yours before reaching his hand towards his nearby pack. Using the Force, he spread out his cloak on the soft grass, gently moving to lay you down on top of it. He climbed over top of you, brushing your hair away from your face in a gesture so tender, he could feel your body tremble both against him and through the Force. “Maker,” he sighed as your nails lightly raked down his chest again, moving his shirt open more to give you easier access.

It took all his strength and restraint not to collapse into you as you undid his belt, pulling it free from the loops and throwing it to the side. As your hands made quick work of his buttons, he stuttered out an I love you, breathing in your returned I love you, too like air for a drowning man—

—A sharp series of whistles and beeps snapped him out of his slumber so hard, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Luke panted and looked around the walls of his bedroom in the Redeemer and screwed his eyes shut, throwing his head against his very lonely bed in frustration. One of Artoo’s socket arms was pushing against Luke’s bare abdomen where it hung precariously over the edge of the bed.

Luke rolled so he was no longer at risk of falling out. “T-thanks, Artoo,” he breathed, his voice a pitch higher than usual. “Can—can you, um…” he swallowed hard and panted, “just give me a minute?”

Artoo tittered before wheeling out the door.

“Shut the door behind you!”

As soon as he was safely alone, he frantically undid the button of his pants, shucking them down his thighs as reality sprung back to him with startling force. The two of you were aboard the Redeemer, returning to the rebel base with several Force artifacts in tow after escaping a deranged inquisitor who had tortured and drugged you to cut off your connection to the Force. Based on Artoo’s findings during the journey home, the drug caused powerful hallucinations as a side effect. The Empire had been experimenting with it just before its fall, so the effects of the cool-down period weren’t entirely known, but “possibly includes temporarily heightened Force sensitivity.”

Before he could worry too long about whether he’d accidentally projected any of his dream to you—or whether this was even originally your dream that you had projected to him—his need took over. He took himself in his hand and began pumping up and down furiously, biting down on the forefinger of his cybernetic to stifle his noises. Your name escaped him several times in a strangled whimper as he led himself to his finish, releasing more than he ever had before.

As he released his hand from his teeth, he could see bite marks against his tanned skin and realized he still felt you just as strongly through the Force—more specifically, still felt your pleasure. As he realized what you were likely doing, he pulled back and did his best to shut himself off from your connection. As much as he hated doing so, he could feel his own arousal trying to climb yet again at the feeling of yours. Did this mean you had shared the same dream due to your heightened Force sensitivity? Or were you just taking care of yourself of your own accord?

He was almost tempted to tap back into your connection to see if he could figure it out—but only almost. He wouldn’t invade your privacy that way. However, no matter how much he tried to separate himself, your intensified connection was too strong. He raced over to his pack lying against the far wall, took out the Force suppression cuffs you had nabbed from Tangzhen’s things, and slapped them on his wrists. They were originally only intended for use if the drug didn’t work, but they would do for his current purposes.

He let out a breath as he fired them up and felt them take effect, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief and hating the emptiness he now felt in the spot you usually occupied. It reminded him almost too much of the ordeal you’d both survived and he shuddered, forcing himself to grab some tissues from his dresser to clean himself up. He peeked his head out his bedroom door, rushing to the refresher once he confirmed the coast was clear. He splashed some cold water from the sink on his face, running his damp fingers through his hair. Leaning his forehead against the cold mirror, he sighed—this was going to be a long night cycle.

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