So you really think tou can drop anal vessel and then NOT epaborate!!!😩😩😩 miss maam???!!!!
Ok here’s my thought:
He’s either eating you out or fucking you doggy style. He’s fingering you in both, and his fingers start trailing back to your hole. He spits on his thumb, and start to slowly slide his thumb into your hole, while going deep inside of you…
The Masked Prince (Star Wars!Sleep Token x Reader)
02. Rain
A/N: the pic I put beneath the song is what inspired Vessel's intro scene!! enjoy the eye candy 🤭
summary: the Vessels arrive in Y/N's system; Sleep's prophecy commences
wc: 1.2k
taglist: @maidenmarble
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Lord Vessel was prompt. The very day after communication occurred between Ju’daa and Arcadia, Sleep’s chosen ones were on their way to Ju’daa Major, the realm’s capital planet.
This put Arcadia—or, at least, Vessel’s base—within a certain radius. Realizing this, (Y/N) busied herself scanning system maps alongside Mordecai and Ju’daa’s spymaster, Lord Roke.
It was easiest to distract herself from what was to come.
She couldn’t stop inventing threats the Vessel would bring. The only other rumor she’d managed to dig up was of the archaic technology possessed by Arcadia. Did this mean their starships were severely less advanced? Lord Vessel was known to possess strong magic; was he truly so powerful, he didn’t need the same technology as the rest of the galaxy?
If that was the case, how could she ever hope to fool him?
Her spells were planned regardless. A certain element of improvisation was always needed when the Craft involved other lifeforms; a give and take of Force energy required the spellcaster to think on their psychic feet, feeling intuitively for the best response. Every preparable element had been fastidiously selected. She’d done all she could for now.
Before joining Roke and Mordecai, (Y/N) tried reviewing collections of incantations and found herself doubting those she’d already chosen to use. There was nothing else to do but wait, and pour over star maps.
Soon, an alert pinged from Roke’s comm. A Lambda-class shuttle had appeared in Ju’daa Major’s atmosphere and was rapidly approaching the surface.
Lord Roke tuned into air traffic control’s main channel, and the three Ju’daains listened with baited breath.
The shuttle’s pilot sent the proper security codes when providing identification; this was indeed Vessel’s ship.
“Keeping their firepower hidden,” Roke muttered. “It’s a good move.”
Mordecai scoffed. “Clearly, they rely more on secrecy as a defense than any actual firepower.”
“We can find that out later,” (Y/N) cut in. “How am I supposed to stick with the plan? They could fly that thing anywhere.”
Roke let out a groan. “They’ve anticipated something like this. The only way now would be—”
“—for me to return to base with them,” (Y/N) finished. “Depending on what they want, perhaps I can get an invitation.”
She hadn’t expected to be part of the meeting, as she wasn’t reigning monarch yet. In Ju’daaian tradition, kings and queens ruled until their death. Only then would the next-in-line ascend.
Even if coming of age came with the throne, Force sensitives common and royal were given periodical time away from society to work on their Craft. Spirituality and Force magic were central to Ju’daaian culture.
(Y/N) had been approaching the next level of training when Lord Vessel made contact with her parents. She resented him for the interruption, and hoped he wouldn’t give her more reasons to loathe him.
Still, (Y/N) saw the value in learning all they could about the galaxy’s newest political power. She trusted her skill with the Force. She could go into Arcadia blind if need be.
“I should prepare,” the princess announced, pushing back from the display she and the men had gathered over.
“And we should discard this.” Roke swept a hand through the holographic stars. “Whatever ship the Lambda departed from could have been stationed outside our sector days, weeks ago. Seems like Vessel isn’t used to the word ‘no’.”
“And is definitely the type to prepare that far in advance,” Mordecai agreed.
(Y/N) shook her head as she exited the war room. How the hell were they supposed to beat these people? Was there even a threat to be beaten?
Until proven otherwise, (Y/N) assumed they were. Her mind raced while selecting a new outfit. Perhaps it would be better to remain in the semi-tactical gear she’d taken to wearing in the desert mountains.
That could backfire, however, and provoke hostilities Arcadia had never intended. Better to stick to protocol and dress for the greeting of allies.
She’d always been like this, seeing trouble before it existed. Some called it anxiety, most called it the Force, but (Y/N) had learned it was a mix of both only time and data could help her discern.
Thunder struck. (Y/N) didn’t sense it and tripped.
A bad omen? Rain could be interpreted many ways, but it rarely stormed on Ju’daa Major. Certainly, something historic was about to occur.
Her personal comm pinged with an update from Roke that Lord Vessel’s Lambda had touched down.
Shit.
Thankfully, she hadn’t picked a dress. (Y/N) rushed down the palace halls to the royal family’s personal landing pad, used for guests of importance as a show of good faith.
It was close enough to her rooms that she swung around the corner in time to see the boarding ramp descend. The gasses released from the hatch stood out beneath the dim skies, miniatures of the heavy clouds surrounding the landing pad.
A horizontal rain sprinkled with increasing severity. (Y/N) spotted her parents beneath umbrellas held by protocol droids. She hadn’t considered until that moment that the Arcadians may not speak Basic. They were obviously capable of translation, but it wasn’t known what species this Lord Vessel was, nor any of his entourage.
Ju’daa was about to find out.
A staggering silhouette emerged from the shuttle. Three similar shapes lurked just behind it. Light glinted off its head, a pearlescent sheen glowing through the fog.
Their bodies were concealed by darkness at this distance, but they appeared to wear dark cloaks and. . . masks? Breathing apparatuses?
Or were those their faces?
The leading figure had six hollow eyes, or eye holes, surrounded by the reflective white material. There were glittering jewels around its mouth area, its nose concealed. A jolt ran through (Y/N) at the sight.
This was a vision constructed to incite primal fear. The gems leant themselves to a savage beauty, however, one enhanced by the lithe body materializing from the shadows.
Power rippled from the figure in nauseating waves. It had to be Lord Vessel.
(Y/N) couldn’t take her eyes off him, barely registered as foot soldiers took place on either side of the extended ramp. How strange they hadn’t exited first. It was a testament to Vessel’s power; the soldiers were merely decorum.
She tore her gaze to his entourage, whose faces resembled split skulls, another chilling visual. Shimmering fabric hung like beautiful gags over their jaws, a startling contrast to the gaping eye sockets above.
Her vision blurred. Whether it was the rain or a trick of the Force, (Y/N) didn’t know, but in one dizzying blink, Vessel and his underlings seemed to cover half the distance.
Upon closer inspection, the Lord Vessel appeared to be shirtless beneath his cloak. (Y/N)’s first thought was the lack of clothing must be ceremonial in his culture, although his skull-faced allies were not dressed in the same manner.
Vessel’s attention fell on the princess like a crashing wave. Interrupting her lightning train of thought was his impression of familiarity, and surprise.
something something coming over to boyfriend!iii 's place on a weekend and him wanting to have sex.
you push him away cause you've been bruised and sore from all the fucking you've been doing on the side with roommate!Vessel. he's confused, and lays back down to go to sleep.
all while your underwear is still sticky from the load your roommate dumped in you an hour ago. you don't tell.
