#his fucking signal that he is inside your uncle

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he is being put into fucking scenarios

one more one more

same au thing as last time

[thehighladywrites]

That's your mother, but she's my wife first…

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ pairing: cassian x fem!reader, the inner circle mentioned

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ summary: 18+ nsfw, mdni, light angst, stress, smut, fluff, praise, cassian channelling his inner general, reader being an absolute sweetheart who deserves everything good in life fr

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ amara’s note: okay so I don’t have any kids so some parts might be inaccurate but close your eyes please🤞🏽i have nothing else to say, i just wanna fuck cassian so bad rn...

Spilled milk, mismatched socks, wailing babies.

Gods, what you wouldn’t do for a moment of peace…

Your children were usually calm, even when they were tumbling down stairs and running into tables, but during your youngest twin kids teething phase, they developed an interest for chewing on anything. Their outburst put your two other kids in distress, making it a difficult period for everyone.

In your attempt to keep your twins safe, you unintentionally became the evil mother for denying them the joy of chewing on concrete bricks, their father’s important books and a million other dangerous things that a child simply shouldn’t be putting in their mouth. 

They had been given enchanted teething toys made out of moonstone by their uncle Rhysand, but it didn’t keep them entertained at all. Safety was apparently too boring for them.

This morning was extra rough because Cassian had to leave early for a mission, leaving you with four kids. Although the two oldest ones, 7 and 12, could get themselves ready for the day, they still needed some help with some things. You were downright in a foul mood, feeling the weight of frustration and helplessness as the twins wailed and your oldest ones argued, all while trying to keep your emotions hidden.

“ You took the last pancake, Ves!” your son angrily sliced the remains of his food as your daughter, Vesna, looked at him with anger. “ I don’t care. I told you that I wanted it and you made no move for it, Therian. Blame yourself and be quicker next time.” she bickered back. They kept arguing about that stupid pancake as you picked your twins and moved to the rocking chair across the livingroom to sooth them. The kitchen seamlessly flowed into the living room, creating an open floor plan that allowed you to effortlessly monitor Vesna and Therian.

 “ It’s okay, babies. There we go, hush now.” But it didn’t work, they kept screaming and you were at your breaking point. You felt like the worst mom ever as you looked up, took a deep breath and blinked back tears. 

You almost yearned for Cassian's return, craving the comfort of your mate's presence amid the chaos. Yet, the nagging self-doubt held you back, hesitant to burden him with your distress and feeling a twinge of selfishness in the idea of asking him to cut short his mission. Despite the internal struggle, you chose to tough it out, convincing yourself that countless women had faced similar challenges, wondering if you could measure up to their strength.

Unbeknownst to you, you had been signaling Cassian with your feelings through the bond since this morning. He was already on his way back the moment your emotions reached him. He was just in time to hear your daughter’s frustration directed towards you, though none of you had felt his presence or heard him approach your home. 

“Mom, you're seriously failing at shutting them up. It's not dragon taming to handle two kids, and it shouldn't be this painful for the rest of us. How about you take them outside and only come back when you've figured out how to keep them quiet? Because none of us can stand the noise.” You looked at her stunned as a million thoughts went through your head. Guilt, anger and self-doubt took root inside you.

 Guilt, because was she right? Anger, because she shouldn’t have spoken to you like that ever. Self-doubt, because your fears and feelings about motherhood were spoken out loud. 

Your first-born had a sour expression on her face that quickly fell before she looked down at her plate sheepishly. Maybe she felt regret? But what made her react like that instantly? Your daughter could be hotheaded and it usually took her a few hours to calm down, but not this quick. 

Looking at where she removed her eyes from, you look and see your husband, body tense and wings tucked in tightly. You felt immediate comfort and wanted to throw yourself in his arms and fucking cry. How you had missed him this much in only a few hours was a mystery. 

His boots thudded heavily against the wooden floors as he approached your embarrassed daughter. “Look at me,” was all he needed to say before Vesna reluctantly lifted her head. She knew he was going to chew her out. He clenched his jaw in anger as he looked down at her. “Your lack of empathy for what your mother is dealing with right now is astounding. Instead of criticizing, maybe you should try contributing to the solution. We're a family, and we handle things together, not by throwing blame around. She's your mother, but remember that she's my mate and wife first, and no one speaks to my mate and wife with disrespect ever, not even you. Now go ahead and apologize to her.”

Your husband, ever the general.

With teary eyes, realizing the gravity of her words, Vesna approached you. “Hey, Mommy,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. She hadn’t called you mommy in forever. “I... I shouldn't have said those things. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh. I know it must be difficult and my anger took over. I really love you and I’m sorry.”

You were a bit surprised by the apology and softened your expression before replying, “It's okay, sweetheart. We all have our moments. Just remember, we're a team, and we need to support each other.” She nodded, still feeling a bit guilty, and said, “I'll try to do better. Can I help you with anything now?”

A genuine smile appeared on your face as your replied, “That would be wonderful. Let's work together to make things smoother for everyone. How about you start clearing the table and Therian picks up things from the floor.” She nodded and gave you a small kiss on the cheek before hurriedly making her way back to the kitchen table. Cassian gave her a kiss on the head and gave her a proud smile.  “I’m glad you apologized, and it takes courage to admit when we’re wrong. Let’s move forward now. Your willingness to help now means a lot. Thank you.”

Feeling the tension ease after the daughter's apology, your mate approached you. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder and said, “Hi pretty.” You look up at him with a thankful smile. “Hi lover.” He smiles right back at you. “I know it's been a rough day. I’m so proud of you, sugar. We'll get through this together. How about you go upstairs and soak in the tub while I take care of the kids.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, and wrapped his arms around the twins who had gone quiet.

Feeling reassured by Cassian’s comforting words, you smiled appreciatively. You gave him a tender kiss in thanks before scurrying upstairs, grateful for the support and unity he provided for your family. 

As you undressed, a delightful surprise caught your eye – the tub was filled, and a slice of your favorite cake awaited you on a nearby table. Gratefully, you thanked The House for the steaming tub and the unexpected treat. Stepping in, you let the heat envelop you, soothing the tension in your muscles. Time seemed to blur as you relaxed in the warm water — minutes or hours, it was hard to keep track. Exhaustion gradually overcame you, and your eyelids grew heavy in the comforting embrace of the tub, a sweet slice of cake adding to the calmness of the moment.

Entering the room, Cassian caught sight of you in the steaming tub, content and relaxed. A mixture of emotions flooded over him – admiration and a deep love that seemed to intensify in this quiet scene. He approached silently, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. Gently, he reached out to stroke your hair, his eyes reflecting the warmth and affection he felt. In that intimate moment, a silent understanding passed between you, affirming that you’d never be alone ever. You’d be there for each other and it made your heart swell. 

Curiosity lit up your eyes, you looked at your husband and asked, “Hey, where are the kids? Did you take care of them?”

A gentle smile played on his lips as he revealed, “Actually, Rhysie and Feyre picked them up. They thought we could use a quiet weekend, just the two of us. They’re taking Nyx, Ves and Theiran on a trip up the mountains but the twins are staying at the River House with Elain and Lucien. She made a special herbal blend that helps their gums, it’s all very Elain.”

Surprise and gratitude washed over you as you processed the thoughtful gesture. “That's so sweet of them, you remarked, a genuine smile forming. “A quiet day sounds perfect.” You exchanged a glance, appreciating the unexpected silence given by thoughtful friends.

“So, are we entirely alone for the entire weekend?” You attempted to conceal your smile as warmth surged in your belly upon meeting Cassian's gaze, only to discover him returning a heated look. “Indeed, sweetness. It's just you and me, alone. Whatever shall we do to pass the time?” His commanding, taunting voice always managed to drive you crazy. He had a charming voice that you could listen to forever. “I can think of a few ways…” you responded as you stood up, dripping wet. You beckoned him closer  and deeply inhaled his delicious scent. He smelled like home. Throwing your arms around him, you inched your lips closer to his, teasing him, not letting him get close enough for a real kiss. He frowned and slightly pouted. “Either give a proper kiss or I walk away.” You knew it was a false threat. Cassian wouldn’t ever leave your embrace now that he was turned on. 

But you decided to keep playing with him, wanting to see how far you could push him. 

“Yeah? Walk away then, baby.” You let your arms drop to the side, slightly tilting your head with a small smirk on your lips. You felt a surge of amusement as you observed him, jaw tight and knuckles white from clenching, meeting your gaze with defiant determination. “Stop fucking with me, y/n/n. You want me as much as I do.” It was his turn to return a mocking smirk. “ What, you think I don’t know you by now? You think I don’t know that you wanna be fucked until you can’t think straight? Little one, I have years on you. I know your body better than you. I’ll ask again. Are you going to kiss me properly or do I walk away?”

 Fucking hell. He really did know your body better than you since his words only fueled you on. While you enjoyed toying with him, it was time to throw in the towel. No way where you wasting any more time. With hands behind your back you looked up at him, doe-eyed and blushy. “I’ll give you a proper kiss, Cassie. Then please take me to bed.” He smiled down at you with a devilish smile, putting his hand on your hips as he pulled towards his warm chest. “ Whatever my baby wants, she gets.” With hands on his chest, you stood on your toes as water swished around your legs, putting your plush lips against his soft ones. 

 Careful, gentle, loving, comforting and really fucking hot.

That was all you could think of when you were kissing him. One of his warm hands roamed all over your body as his other one cupped your face, deepening the kiss. Your own hands stayed in one spot, your favorite place to put your hands. His chest. You absolutely loved touching his chest. Giving his pecs a light squeeze, resting against them, anything really. Centuries of honing his body into a weapon had made him look like a god. 

You wanted to dry off and move to your bedroom, and as if Cassian had read your thoughts, he grabbed the towel without breaking the kiss and wrapped it around you. He simply picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved to the bedroom before gently lowering you to the soft bed. Cassian caught your wrists and pinned them, crisscrossed, above your head while he settled between your legs, once again wrapping them around his waist. You kissed until your lips swelled and pulled away for air. 

He forced your legs apart, hand cupping your pussy. You let out a gasp, quickly gripping onto his broad shoulders. Cassian carefully watched your face as it contorted into pleasure when he pushed in two fingers, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you let out a moan.

 “Feels good, wifey? ” Cassian asked as your nails dug into his shoulders, hips bucking into his touch. “ mhmm, yeah it feels really fucking good.” you managed to respond as you felt his fingers speed up, curling into that delicious spot that made you absolutely melt. 

He wanted to be inside of you, fuck you and ruin you all over the sheets. “ It would feel a lot better  if I had you wrapped around my cock.” He said, looking up at you through is his dark lashes, eyes full of mirth. You clenched around his fingers at the thought of him filling you up with his thick cock. It had been a while since you had been properly dicked down by him, since you two were busy with life and kids. Quickies, fingering and handjobs were all you had time for since the twins were born 6 months ago. As much as you loved your kids, you also loved alone time with your mate and it was rare these days. So of course you’d use this weekend to get fucked, and maybe that would help you relax a bit. Cassians cock had always been the answer for you. 

Mad? Get dicked down. Sad? Get dicked down. Happy? Get dicked down. 

Huh. 

No wonder you had four kids…

You nodded eagerly at him, “ Please cassie, fill me up. I really need it.” He sat up, dumped his clothes on the floor and positioned his cock infront of your throbbing core, teasing a bit. He used his fingers to scissor you open a bit. When you felt even more slick under his touch he retracted his fingers and licked your wetness off of them. He smiled at around his fingers and said, “Delicious.” Your chuckle morphed seamlessly into a moan when he slammed his lenght into you.

  He let out a sound of pleasure as he pushed himself into you. You clenched around his cock, you were so wet and slippery around him. He let out a pleased groan as he started giving you deep strokes. His pace quickened with the intention of finishing inside of you. He loved to make a mess of your pussy like that, fuck you full of his cum and watch it slowly drip out. Nothing made him more possessive than seeing his mate full of his cum. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me, I’m so proud of you, my beautiful girl.” He knew the exact words you needed today and it made you feel so emotional that he knew you this well. 

You blushed. Pleasure crept up your spine once more. Your legs were starting to shake, sweat coated your back. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you as his strokes were getting faster and faster, his lips muffling your moans. He kept up the pace, feeling the pleasure flow through his body, bringing him closer to climax. He loved the feeling of you around him.

 He was addicted to it. He was addicted to you.

You moaned and arched your back as he continued to fuck into you. You wanted to cum so badly, and as if Cassian once again read your mind, he said something that almost made you cry.

“ Don’t cum yet.”

He must have caught your annoyed stare because he looked down, sporting his usual grin, and said, “I want us to come together. You can handle that, right, pretty?” Your brows furrowed as you attempted to feign annoyance, though deep down, you weren't truly bothered at all.

 No, no you weren’t mad at all because if he was adamant about you finishing together, then you’d do everything in your power to make it happen. You got closer to him, pressing a quick kiss before deepening it as your tounges swirled around each other before you pulled away, biting his lip. He let out a groan and it only spurred you on. You pulled out all your tricks, whispering downright filthy things in his ear. That seemed to do the trick. Cassian thrusted deeper and deeper, rubbing tight circles on your neglected clit before you came in unison. 

You moaned at the feeling, warmth filled you as his pace started to slow down. Your mate collapsed on top of you and your put his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. He remembered that he hadn’t pulled out yet but before he could you stopped him. 

“ Please baby, don’t pull out yet. It feels really warm and good and I want you in me forever.”

You felt his chest rumble with a gentle laughter. “ Whatever you want, you shall have. You did so well, sugar. I love you.” You kissed his forehead and gave him praise back. “ Thank you, baby. I’m so happy you’re here, I love you too.”

Safe to say you fucked the whole weekend, everywhere, only taking breaks for food and occasional naps. But you also basked in the intimacy of having him. by yourself. Eating together, talking about everything between the heavens and earth, cracking jokes and just enjoying yourselves. 

You and your mate, together for all eternity...

[paulyenvol6]

Byka Atroksia (Chapter 6)

Contains: detailed smut, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, incest, body image issues, choking, gagging, praising, a little degrading, dom Daemon, sub reader, angst

Wordcount: ~3.37k

Masterlist of this story

He didn’t waste another second and kissed you aggressively. You both moaned against each other’s mouths and his hands ran over your body, searching for every inch of skin you offered him. In the meantime he pushed you to the table and blindly pushed a chair aside so that you could take a seat on the table.

His hands wrapped around your body and fumbled at the cording of your dress in your back to get the annoying fabric out of the way while your shaking hands tried to get his shirt off. Daemon’s hands were quick, demanding and unhesitatingly. In a matter of seconds he had pulled your dress down and you got up from the table so he could take it off completely. He threw it on the floor next to you without caring about where it landed and then took his tunica off.

You felt the need to touch his strong chest and ran your hands over his skin. Daemon closed his eyes at the feeling of your warmth while kissing and touching your chest. His fingers toyed with your nipple while his mouth took care of the other and you knew that this was what heaven must feel like. Then Daemon’s mouth quickly traveled up your body again until it was pressed against your jaw.

"Get down on your knees.", he growled. Even though you weren’t sure what exactly your uncle wanted you to do you obeyed him and stood up from the table. He guided you down and your knees hit the hard ground. You could see him watch you while he quickly tucked down his trousers and then there was his cock that stood hardened against his stomach. You looked up to him and Daemon wrapped his hand around his cock.

"Open your mouth, riña (girl).", he whispered and you parted your lips. You had your eyes on him while he slowly shoved his cock into your mouth. You hadn’t expected it to feel so soft and you could feel its weight on your tongue. You closed your lips around him and tried to breathe through your nose because right now there wasn’t a lot of air entering your lungs through your mouth. Daemon had inhaled  sharply and his hand was buried in your hair.

"Seven hells.", he growled and then pulled at your hair to signal you to move your head. You tried pulling off his cock and then letting him slide in again and by the sounds Daemon made he seemed to like it. Then, when you felt a little bolder your tongue played with his tip and you felt his grip on your hair tighten.

"Fuck. Oh my little owl. Doing so fucking good for me." You slightly grinned with his cock in your mouth and felt motivated to move faster. You bobbed your head on his cock and held on to his thigh to have some support. Your knees hurt incredibly on the stone ground but you didn’t care. Your only care right now was to please Daemon and it seemed like you were doing quite well.

"Ah.", he growled and his other hand that wasn’t in your hair gripped the edge of the table. "Oh fuck. What a good… fucking girl… you are."

You had lowered your gaze now and looked at his muscular stomach but Daemon pulled at your hair. "Look at me, Vhaela. Come on, I want to see your pretty face."

You forced yourself to look up to him even though it was hard for you with his cock in your mouth but you wanted to do as he said. Seeing you in front of him on your knees with your eyes interlocked with his‘ could almost make him come immediately. He moved his hips along with the movement of your head and thrusted into your mouth and with every push Daemon could feel himself moving closer to the edge.

"Huh.", he made. "Oh gods be fucking good.", he growled. You could feel him hit the back of your throat and struggled to fight your gagging reflex. He was so deep inside your mouth that tears welled up in your eyes and you had to force yourself to breathe. Out of reflex you tried to move away from him.

"Ah ah.", he whispered and held you tightly. "Don't fight me, little owl." His hand in your hair pushed you deeper on his cock and as much as it triggered your retching and it hurt, you liked it. You liked the feeling of his cock buried inside your mouth and the sounds you heard Daemon make, made you press your thighs together.

Then after one last twirl around his tip with your tongue he let out a deep moan and you felt him shoot his seed down your throat. You gagged and it was your reflex to move away from him but his grip on your head didn’t allow you to. You swallowed every drop of his seed and to your surprise it didn’t taste bad. Now you had closed your eyes but Daemon was too caught up in his pleasure to intstruct you not to and you could hear his heavy breathing.

Having found a liking in his taste you licked every ounce of his seed off his cock and then when you were done you looked up to your uncle again who watched you with a wide smirk. "Who would have thought that such an innocent, pure, little girl would turn out to be such a whore in the bedchambers.", he said, still slightly out of breath.

You blushed and droped your gaze while letting his cock slide out of your mouth. Daemon instantly grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up to your feet. He took hold of your chin, got close to your face and lifted his eyebrows.

"I remember telling you I want you to look at me and not the fucking ground.", he whispered slowly and even though he didn’t sound angry (but rather… playful?), you gulped. "I’m sorry."

Daemon let go of your hair and caressed the side of your face with his right hand while moving you towards the table. His forehead almost touched yours and then your back hit the edge of the table.

"My little Vhaela…", he whispered. "There’s so much I want to do to you." You once again pressed your legs together at his words and Daemon noticed and smirked.

"Poor girl. Are you craving a release, my love?" You smiled softly. He had never called you his love before and it made your insides flutter.

"Yes.", you answered him and then he suddenly pushed you onto the table and kneeled down in front of you. Daemon roughly opened your legs and looked at your cunt with darkened eyes. He sighed deeply with a smirk on his face and then buried his face inside your cunt. His tongue licked a long stripe through the wetness from your hole up to your pearl. He quietly moaned at your taste and moved your legs to lay on his shoulder so he could tightly hold on to your hips. His tongue toyed with your little nub and spread your wetness all over it.

It felt so good you wanted to scream. His warm tongue lapping against you. He was so quick, intense... simply skilled. Your breath was fastened and you buried your hands in his head so he wasn’t able to stop. As if he would now. Buried between your thighs, tasting your sweet nectar and those noises leaving your mouth. What else could a man want?

Daemon liked to be in control when it came to sex and he liked to be master of the situation. But right now as he was devouring your cunt he knew that he had lost control. There wasn’t anything on his mind anymore except the taste, smell and sight of your bare cunt and he didn’t care about teasing or messing with you anymore. He didn't care about edging or torturing you, he simply had to feel you everywhere.

Daemon then used his thumb to get the little hood that covered your pearl out of the way so there was nothing protecting it from his tongue. You whimpered loudly and threw your head back. "Daemon. Daemon, please."

"Yes.", he whispered. "Let me hear you, riña (girl)."

At some point you didn’t have the power to hold yourself up on the table so you laid down on your back. You could see stars while looking at the ceiling and restlessly moved your hips. You didn’t even know what for. Daemon was glued to your cunt and it wasn’t possible to get any closer to you. But you just couldn’t stay still so your uncle slapped the side of your ass.

"Stop moving around. I have no problems leaving you here lustful and unsatisfied if you can’t obey me." Of course Daemon lied. He indeed would have a problem leaving you now but his darkened eyes looking at you from between your thighs looked stern so you tried to stop. Him leaving you here now would be the worst thing you could think of at this moment and you tightly held on to his hair.

"I’m sorry. I’ll stop.", you whined and Daemon went back to work. His tongue truly was magical and now instead of moving your hips you threw your head from one side to the other while nibbing at your finger. You could taste blood after a while but didn’t care. You just needed to do something, hold on to something, get any kind of friction.

"Daemon.", you repeatedly whimpered not knowing what you wanted him to do besides never stopping licking your cunt. Soon after that you felt closer and closer to your high. The newly discovered knot in your stomach tightened and your uncle could sense the tension in your body as well. He fastened his pace, flicked your little nub and circled it quickly until you felt the knot explode and you were drowned in pleasure.

You let out a little shriek and Daemon reached out to cover your mouth with his hands. There probably weren’t a lot of people walking around in the Keep at that hour but Daemon knew how anxious you were about someone finding out about the two of you and so did it to protect you.

The pleasure you received made you breathe heavily against his palm and you could feel him lick every drop of your juices. Then, when Daemon sensed that your high had faded he put his hand off your mouth, swallowed the last droplet that glistened on your cunt and stood up to watch you.

You had your eyes closed and your hands were pressed against your forehead, right on your hairline. Sweat was covering your face and your cheeks were reddened from your ecstasy. He had never seen a creature looking more delightful and couldn’t hide a smirk. Of course he would’ve loved to edge you tonight. Shortly before you had been about to reach your high it would’ve been amusing to stop and bring you so close to the edge over and over again without letting you pass it. It would’ve been cruel, yes, but also an enjoyment for Daemon to watch. And yet he hadn’t done it as he was simply too eager to taste your high and eventually bury his cock deep in your warm hole. So he had decided to leave it for another night and brought you to your release.

Now he didn’t waste any time, stepped between your legs and ran the tip of his cock over your puffy and wet cunt. You’re half closed eyes opened wider again when you felt him against you and you shifted when he hit your overstimulated pearl.

"Please.", you whined. "What?", Daemon asked, sounding a little contemptous. "What do you want?"

He pulled you closer to the edge of the table on which you were still lying with your bare back touching the cold stone surface. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him and crossed them behind his back thighs.

"Need to feel full.", you mumbled. With his left hand Daemon held you at your waist and his thumb stroke your soft skin. In the meantime his right guided his cock right to your throbbing hole that was so eager to be filled again.

And then, without a warning, Daemon pushed into you and you simultaneously moaned at the feeling. You felt a sharp pain in your core, like you did when you had first laid with him but this time it vanished as quickly as it had come. You thought that it felt even better than three nights ago because now after only few thrusts there wasn’t any kind of discomfort and you only felt full and content. Daemon filled you so well and hit that deep spot inside of you with almost every thrust. You both sighed and moaned loudly and he held you at your hips to meet his movements.

Then he leaned down to you and kissed you hungrily. Your hands found his hair again and you powerlessly tucked at his strands while Daemon’s hands caressed your cheek and neck and petted your burning skin. The kiss was sloppy and messy but exactly what the two of you needed at this moment.

Then his right hand moved to your neck and he wrapped it around it. You were surprised and panicked a little but Daemon soothingly kissed the corner of your mouth.

"Shhh…", he whispered while still moving deep inside of you. His grip around your throat became a little tighter and now you grabbed his hand that choked you. You pulled at it in an attempt to make him let go but Daemon didn’t and when you wanted to speak up, only a croak left your mouth.

"It’s alright, little owl. Relax.", he made but at first you desperately shifted underneath him. But yet you trusted him and so after a few seconds you did as he told you. You stopped fighting him and let go of his hand around your neck. You realised that Daemon’s grip wasn’t so tight that you would suffocate. He still let some air entering you but you continued to feel a little odd and were happy when his grip loosened after a few moments.

You inhaled deeply and enjoyed the fresh air filling your lungs. Daemon’s movements inside of you hadn’t stopped and now he kissed you right next to your ear.

"You have to relax when I do this.", he whispered and you moaned at a particulary sharp thrust deep inside you. "It’s more uncomfortable if you fight me. Just relax…and do as I tell you.", he whispered softly and you slightly nodded.

Your eyes were fluttering and you felt that it wouldn’t take you long until you would reach another high. His hand reached between your bodies and his thumb connected with your little pearl which made you struggle to keep your eyes open and you quietly cried out every time your uncle hit that spot inside you.

He could feel you clench around his cock which drove him closer to the edge as well. Then, with one last deep thrust inside of you and his tight circles around your nub, you let go and pleasure washed over you. You arched on the table and your eyes rolled back and at the same time Daemon reached his high with a groan.

"Oh fuck.", he moaned and collapsed on top of you. You felt his seed filling your cunt to the brim and now you didn’t even have the power to hold your legs wrapped around his back anymore so they fell to the ground. Daemon rested himself with one arm on either side of your face and had his face buried in your neck. You heard him pant loudly and his hair tickled your skin.

Then after a while you both had regained some of your strength and Daemon straightened up. He watched your fucked out body and smirked when he saw his seed leaking out of your hole and running down your leg. He slapped the side of your ass and then got himself dressed. "I think what you need now is taking a bath, little owl."

You got up as well and saw the room very fuzzily through your eyes. You gave yourself a moment until the flickering had vanished and then picked up your dress from the ground.

"Have you seen my badge with the sigil? It must’ve loosened from my shirt…" Daemon’s eyes searched the ground until he let out an "Ah.", and picked it up. His gaze wandered to you and he noticed that you hadn’t said a word in a while so he walked towards you and caressed your cheek.

"Everything fine?", he whispered with lifted eyebrows. You nodded but tears were swimming in your eyes which your uncle obviously noticed.

"Vhaela. What is it?" Yes, what was it? You looked down on your body and couldn't help but feel a lump in your throat. Because once again, there was this insecurity, this hate and disgust you felt about your own body. You didn't think you were beautiful and what a man wanted in a woman. Why did Daemon want you? Did he pity you? Or was he playing with you and wanted to make fun of you? Or, and you hadn't even thought about that yet, he wanted to provoke your father?

You looked to your hands and your voice sounded very quiet and thin. "I don't know why you desire to be with me." Daemon scoffed and came closer to you. "My little owl."

"No, I-I… I look like a boy and t-there's nothing feminine about me." Your uncle lifted your chin and his eyes looked determined so you would believe his next words.

"I thought I just made pretty clear that I want you, little one.", he whispered. "I can only speak for myself but I think you're rather pretty. Very much so. You are feminine and if you looked like a boy I wouldn't have just fucked you."

You chewed on your lower lip but still didn't look entirely convinced so Daemon sighed deeply.

"What do I have to say, mhm?" Your eyes wanted to escape his',  but he wouldn't let you. "Look at me, Vhaela.", he snapped. "I desire to lay with you. I desire to feel your good fucking mouth around my cock."

Daemon's eyes flashed and you exhaled deeply but then nodded. You still wouldn't say that he convinced you and had been able to make all your insecurities vanish with a few words but you felt a little lighter. The two of you had fucked twice now, why would he do it a second time if he didn't actually want to?

Your uncle raised his eyebrows. "Do you understand me?" You nodded and tried to lighten up a little. Well, there was also still this remaining little weight in your stomach that made you gulp but you couldn’t do anything about it. It was the guilt you felt from coupling with your uncle a second time, but at least you felt less bad than last time.

"I’m gonna bring you to your chambers, alright?" Daemon watched you intensely and his thumb ran over the area under your eye. You nodded again and let your uncle lace up your dress in your back.

Then the two of you walked to the door. Daemon opened it a crack, quickly peeked to see if someone was outside and then you stepped in the dark corridor. You were both silent as he led you upstairs to your chambers. There were guards now standing by the doors but you weren’t doing anything wrong walking around with your uncle so you didn’t care that they saw you. In case someone would find it suspicious you would simply have to come up with another explanation.

Then you stood in front of your door and Daemon opened and held it for you. You quickly slipped through it and he smirked at you.

"Sleep well, byka atroksia (little owl)."

[mintkookiess]

Hi, can you do a Earth 42!Miles x Earth 42!Spider-Woman!Reader. Reader somehow meets Hobie and they hit it off. Miles sees them one day and gets jealous.

Of course!! Sorry this took days, writer's block is a bitch

Hope you enjoy this one!

I'm Yours, Miles. (42!Miles x Spider-Woman!Reader)

"Oh crap, I gotta go babe," You said, getting off of Miles' bed to change into your Spider-Woman suit. Your boyfriend lazily looked up at you from where he was laying, his fingers fiddling with the pillow. "Sure ma, you comin' back right?" Miles asked, with a subtle frown.

Your watch had beeped, signalling another mission from Spider Society and you had to deal with it as soon as possible. After changing into your suit you turned around, giving Miles a weak smile before leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I'll be back I promise." You muttered before swinging out his window.

You swung through multiple buildings before stopping at a certain rooftop. Your fingers glided through the techy watch given to you by Miguel only to see your universe pop up on the screen. "Seems like an anomaly here..." You muttered to yourself. You were about to check what the mission was about when you hear a portal open behind you.

Your Spider-sense immediately went off, making you take a sharp turn to see who was coming out of the portal. Suddenly, an all-too-familiar popped out, making you smirk. Nonchalant attitude? Guitar lazily slung behind him? The 'not giving a fuck' expression? It was none other than your friend Hobie, or Spider-punk.

The two of you had had missions together for about two weeks now, and despite only having met during the first one, it was an instant click. You two were the closest in the entirety of Spider Society which didn't come as a surprise given your many things in common, like your sense of humor.

He looked at you with his usual half-lidded eyes, nodding in greeting. "Seems we're paired up again huh?" Hobie walked towards you as the portal behind him closed once more, his comical figure hovering over you.

You gave him a light wave, "Hey there, seems like Spot's been all over the place here lately," You said with a light frown forming in your lips. Hobie only chuckled, "Miguel has been bugging me about it all morning, but you better not think I'm here cause of that."

Your eyes only rolled at the man before you, "Yeah yeah whatever, come on." The two of you then left the rooftop, skipping across buildings and other establishments on your way to assess the damage in your world's Alchemax.

Miles had been busy on his end, walking towards Alchemax with Uncle Aaron with the information that there's been some explosive damage on the institution, and they were tasked to obtain a certain material for Kingpin.

He quickly suited up in his Prowler suit before heading out with his uncle, completely oblivious to the fact that you were also there with Hobie hoping to fix the anomaly.

Once you and Hobie approached the familiar building, you noticed that the upper levels had been covered by black spots, making it look like Alchemax designed their place with polka dots. You nodded at Hobie and he returns it as the two of you stealthily swung up to the giant hole through the wall above.

Smoothly landing on your feet, your eyes explored to see that there were even more spots inside than on the outside. "Mad respect for the guy for fucking 'em up." Hobie chuckled, standing beside you.

"Scan room." You instructed into your watch, and the space before you glowed orange that projected from the device. "Scan complete, anomaly detected. Universe of origin: Earth-1610. Locating their coordinates."

Before you, in bright orange holograms, the events of how the Spot infiltrated the Alchemax and accessed the collider replayed before you and Hobie.

While the two of you observed your surroundings, Miles and Uncle Aaron had snuck in. But before he could move even further, he's already heard your voice and... someone else's.

He told Uncle Aaron that he'd check something out before walking toward the source of the voices, his clawed hands clanking against each other with every sway of his arms.

"—would be perfect if she was here." You sighed, pinching your forehead with your fingers. Hobie placed an arm around your shoulder nonchalantly, " I think 'ts all good, you gotta show 'em that you can fix it up yourself, yeah?"

"But I'd seriously want some advice from Jess right now." You groaned, taking in the large damage before you. You placed a hand on your hip, contemplating on your next move.

Only, you weren't able to as you suddenly heard a voice behind the two of you.

"Who is this, mami?" Miles' distorted voice called out, his walk a bit intimidating as he approached the two of you. The two of you turned around while Hobie's arm was still hanging around your shoulder. "Mi—" You suddenly cut yourself off, realizing that he came here as Prowler. "What are you doing here?" You asked in an attempted professional tone.

"Don't use that tone on me," Miles said, letting his mask retract to show his face. Hobie had to take a double take, "Another Miles? babes I can't be trippin' right?"

Miles right eye twitched at Hobie's nickname. "Babes? Who the fuck is this cabrón?" He started to get closer to Hobie, but you were quick to step in front of him. "Miles, Miles stop, he's just a friend." You hurriedly said.

It was never a nice sight when your boyfriend got jealous, and there wasn't even anything to be jealous about in the first place.

"You better back the fuck up bichito," Miles growled, but didn't dare shove you out of the way. His eyes sent daggers towards Hobie, who just stood there with that same idgaf look. "Look man, I ain't with your girl like that." He said, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture.

You grabbed Miles' shoulder, forcing him to turn back around and away from Hobie. "Baby, why are you even here?" You whispered, your thumbs rubbing circles on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. Your boyfriend only clicked his tongue in response, looking away to glare at the floor.

A sigh escaped your lips, lightly tapping his shoulders. "We'll talk about this later," You whispered, kissing him on the cheek before walking back to Hobie.

"Y'all good?" He asked you, carrying his guitar over his shoulder. "Sorry about him," You sighed, shaking your head. Miles placed back his mask before walking away, or more like stomping away.

After the anomaly had been fixed, (albeit with a little help from Jess), you head back to Miles' place to fix up the misunderstanding and assure him like you always did when he got like this.

It was a bit cute though.

You flung yourself inside Miles' bedroom, flawlessly landing to see him hunched over his desk, sketching away in his notebook. You sighed, removing your mask as you walked towards him before crouching down to hug him from behind, your chin slowly resting on top of his head.

Your eyes peeked down to see that he was making another drawing of you, but his strokes were a bit harsher than usual. "You okay?" You whispered, placing a kiss in his braided hair. "Mm." Was all he does in response, still drawing in his notebook.

You leaned further down until your lips were against his cheek, "You know he's just a friend baby, nothing more." You murmured, kissing his cheek gently. You felt him tense up in his seat, but he still ignored you.

Or rather tried to. Miles was quite flushed, his eyebrows furrowed together and he didn't want you to see that side of him. You only continued to silently pepper him with kisses until his body starts to relax a bit into your touch.

"You okay now?" You mumbled, planting one last kiss on his ear. Miles shivered at the sensation, dropping his pencil on his desk. He leans his head back against your chest, looking up at you. "Yeah I'm good."

You leaned down, kissing his forehead. "You're the only one I love Miles, get it through that thick head of yours." You laughed softly, poking his forehead with your finger. "Well who the hell calls their friends babes or places a hand over their shoulder huh?" He asked defensively.

He was also definitely pouting at this point. Just a little.

You suddenly burst out laughing, nuzzling your nose against his while he was still looking up. "That's just how Hobie is okay? He calls everyone that I swear,"

Miles raised an eyebrow, definitely not amused by your answer. "I'm gonna have to talk with him for a bit." You smiled, shaking your head in disbelief, knowing that there wasn't really anything you can do to stop him.

"Fine, if that's what gets you to assure yourself of my undying loyalty, then go be my guest."

Miles stood up, turning around from his chair to wrap his arms around your waist as his brown eyes bore into yours intently. "You're mine ma, I'm going to make sure everyone knows that, hmm?" He mumbled, his hand slightly pressing down on your back.

You could only stand there, pressed against him with nowhere to go, so you just nod. "I'm yours Miles, I promise."

Fin.

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[hellishjoel]

Delicate - Chapter Three: I Wish You Would

2.5k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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summary: After making a bad impression on his first date, Joel nearly gives up - until fate in the form of his daughter Sarah intervenes; Joel and Petal come to a deal.

A/N: truth be told, @thetriumphantpanda and I completely forgot this series existed and got caught up in other projects BUT we're continuing it! because we still love our little baby!

warnings: joel and reader are single parents, rom-com vibes, foul language, Joel being terrible at dating in general, a lil angst

“It’s okay,” she said so reassuringly, looming by the cab as dark clouds began to form over the city. “It takes some time to get used to this again. I was the same.” He didn’t even have the nerve to look her in the eye anymore, brown droopy eyes finding solace in staring at the concrete. “It’ll get easier each time you do it, I promise.” 

His heart felt ripped from his chest, let down by his actions. 

Part of him wonders if he did it on purpose, leaned into ruining the date so he could give Sarah the excuses he’s been making up in his head. That it didn’t work out, that they weren’t a match, that dating just wasn’t his thing, and that he should just be left alone. 

But then he met you. And his heart beat so fast in his chest, he worried it might give him a damn heart attack. 

He’d never seen someone so pretty, with such a bright smile and warm energy that melted the cold exterior shell he had built up over the years. He had no excuses to give, and he didn’t mind. But then nerves took over. 

Joel sighs quietly, staring blankly ahead at his closed garage door. He sits in his parked truck, radio coming in and out of signal as the storm worsens overhead. He flips his wrist and tears the keys from the ignition. 

He’s back home now. Has been for maybe twenty minutes. He just can’t stop thinking about how fucking stupid he felt. Rain pitter-patters on his windshield, and he supposes it’s time to start going inside. Maybe then, Sarah would stop spying on him from the front windows in the living room. 

With a large huff, Joel steps out and makes his way up the porch, rain dotting his disheveled hair and half-decent ensemble. 

Upon pushing the front door open, he sees Sarah run back to the couch with Uncle Tommy just in time. 

“Hey,” she greets casually, fiddling with the remote and pretending to surf for something to watch, “Soooooo,” she coos, “How was your date?” 

Joel watches as Sarah’s face slowly sinks at the sight of him, large rounded-off eyes reading dismissively as he glances from her to Uncle Tommy. 

By now, Tommy is making a worried face, hiding behind a hand over his mouth, panic blaring across his eyes. Sarah’s a smart girl; it doesn’t take her long to look between the two. 

“Oh god, what happened, dad?” She asks with a strained tone, following Joel into the kitchen, where he fishes out a beer and sets his phone absently on the counter along with his keys. He lines the bottle cap to the lip of the counter and pops it open with ease, hearing the bottle hiss with the release of pressure before he takes a long drink. 

Sarah’s glaring eyes slowly turn to her Uncle Tommy. “What did you do?” 

“I-well-no, see, I tried- uh-” Tommy stutters haphazardly. 

“Ain’t Tommy’s fault,” Joel grumbles, the first words he’s spoken in an hour that couldn’t be farther from the truth. There’s a moment of silence as Tommy and Sarah share an empathetic look to Joel. “S’my fault.” 

After some begging and dragging, Sarah manages to get her dad to sit in the living room, the television’s volume set to mute. She rolls Joel’s phone around in her hand, swiping it open and finding the dating app he met his date on. 

Her pictures were beautiful. She was her dad’s type, too. Confident looking, with a sweet smile and a love for adventure. Even with a kid of her own. She understood now why they both found it important to make good first impressions. 

So, what the hell happened? 

“Jus’ tell’er what I said, Joel. I gave ya bad advice.” 

“Horrible advice, Tommy.”

“What advice? I thought this dating operation was a trio effort, and you left the Captain out of a very important dating advice conversation?” Sarah accuses, Tommy shrugs casually beside her on the couch. 

Condensation from Joel’s beer bottle makes a dark ring on the upper thigh of his jeans. He stares long and hard before continuing.  

“I was gettin’ ready for my date, tryin’ to find somethin’ to wear. Tommy helped an’-”

“And?” Sarah pressed, watching Tommy sink further into the couch, hoping to disappear between the cushions.

Joel grumbles quietly and continues, "Told him how nervous I was. Been forever since I had been on a proper date. So he gave me some advice that worked for him.”

“You took advice from your player of a brother? Who can’t find a wife to save his life?”

Tommy playfully scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I could find a wife if I wanted to-”

“Anyway,” Joel butts in, “He said I should try to sound uninterested. Play hard t’get, or whatever. Not ask too many questions. And uh… what did you call it Tommy? A twisted compliment?”

Sarah harshly gasps, turning to her Uncle Tommy as he drops his jaw, looking helpless at Sarah’s genuine anger. 

“You never do that! Ne-ver! Never ever!” She said, starting to swat angrily at his arm and shoulder. 

“Alright, alright, mercy! Mercy!” Tommy looks apologetically at Joel, shaking his head in dismay. “M’sorry, big brother. I thought it would work for you, as it works for me. The type of women I try it on works pretty well.” 

Joel shook his head, eyes drooping again. 

“She wasn’t like other women. She was…” He trails off, unable to articulate how wonderful of a woman he met tonight. And how fucking horribly he screwed it up. 

Joel closes his eyes and puts his palm to his forehead, fingers tugging at his untamed dark waves. 

A frown tugs at the corners of Sarah’s lips, a sinking feeling cascading over her chest. He could try again, find someone else, but now that Sarah has seen her profile and knows how perfect of a match they would be, she knows she has to do something to fix it. 

She casually clears her throat and uses the voice memo option in her dad’s messages. 

“So… what was she like? Your date?” Sarah posed, watching out of the corner of her eye as the recording picked up her question. 

Joel’s had a terrible night, and he’s not sure how much more vulnerability he can spare, especially after how badly he embarrassed himself. 

“Not tonight, Sarah.” He says dismissively. Joel lets out a heavy breath, and for the first time tonight, a little smile tangles on his lips. His eyes lose focus as he relays the moment his eyes set on you.  

“She was… everything. You should’ve seen her, Sarah. She’s got real pretty eyes and a gorgeous smile. When she smiled, it was hard not to smile with her. But she was more than just physically beautiful. She had this energy about her, uplifting and optimistic. Funny, too,” Joel pauses to shake his head, a fond smile on his lips like he was reliving a lost memory. 

His amber eyes slowly begin to droop in disappointment at what he had lost. 

“It felt like seeing a shooting star. She was rare. And I screwed it up. S’my fault.” Joel bites down on his lower lip and tastes the salt of his own wounds. “Just hadn’t had a date in so long. Tried to act cool. I don’t even know what cool is. I don’t know what I was thinkin’. Wish I would’ve just been myself.  Too worried about makin’ a fool of myself that I gave her a bad first impression, y’know? But she was everything. She really was.” 

Joel could hear everyone’s heartbeat, all in sync, all listening. They sat together unmoving, breathing in gentle lulls. No one moved, not even when the room became dark and the gentle rain outside turned into a heavy downpour. 

After Tommy had left for the night with a solemn hug to his older brother and Joel disappeared to sulk in his bedroom, Sarah replayed the sound bite she had captured. 

Her father was being himself, kind and honest. He was a good man, just a bit misled. Sarah wanted his date to know the truth, even if she didn’t give Joel a second chance. She didn’t need some poor woman thinking he was a sleazy jerk. Sure, Uncle Tommy, yeah, but not her father. 

Sarah stares longingly at the woman’s profile once more. This could have been his person, and it breaks her heart to think how remorseful her father was tonight. Like he lost something he should have never let go of. 

Her plan was hatched. This woman would hear how her dad truly speaks of her. The true Joel Miller. She types with ferocity into their existing chat on Hinge. 

Hello, mystery woman. Please don’t give up on him. Believe it or not, my dad deep down is a really shy and sensitive guy. I’m sorry he screwed up. Please know this is what he really thought of you tonight. I know this is a delicate situation, but I thought you should know the man you really went on a date with tonight. -Joel’s favorite daughter, Sarah

You’re not sure how many times you relistened to the Hinge message. 

You’d imagine yourself waking up early and throwing yourself into the endless housework that needs to be done. The laundry piles up, and you should meal-prep for the rest of the week. But you received this message so late last night, long after you had passed out, hoping to forget the terrible first date that you had been on. The last thing you expected was to wake up to another message seemingly from Joel. 

Hearing his deep voice echo his mistakes makes you rethink everything about your date with Joel last night. He sounds sincere, so incredibly nervous behind his seemingly confident bravado. How wrong was your first impression? 

After a bit of pacing and rehearsed dialogue, you get up the nerve to send Joel your number, which he calls not long after. You tell him the truth: that his daughter has sent you a voice note of his apology. 

He seemed quite embarrassed that what he wanted to say was truly heard. 

You reminded yourself that not so long ago, you were making the same mistakes. Dating again was difficult, but you would want Joel to succeed with whomever he finds in the future. Just because things didn’t work out between you and Joel doesn’t mean you couldn’t help him. 

“I think we should have a proper conversation about last night. Would you wanna stop by for a cup of coffee or something?” 

Strangled, deafening silence. “I like coffee,” Joel finally musters up. 

After a short drive in his pickup truck, he’s pulling into your driveway within twenty minutes. You can hear his engine rumbling before turning off on the pavement outside. 

“So, about last night-”

“You don’t-” he starts, but you both pause as the coffee machine stutters. 

Seeing him in daylight evokes the familiar fluttering sensation in your stomach that you first experienced when messaging Joel for the first time. Despite the autumn setting, the dark green flannel he wears shows signs of frequent wear and seems to be a staple in his wardrobe—suitable for any season, any day. It fits his figure, like it’s nearly grown around him. 

You force your eyes to drag their attention away from his broad shoulders and tan skin, clearing your throat and turning on your faucet. It barely trickles, which leaves you huffing. 

Joel takes an interest, rising from where you sat him at the breakfast bar with his empty mug. 

“Low pressure?”  He asks, voice low and honeyed. 

“The plumber came last week and swore it was fixed. It’s fine, I’ll figure it out.”

Joel purses his lips, and before you can stop him, his heavy boots are already backpedaling out of the kitchen. “I’ve got tools in my truck,” he juts his thumb behind him, “wouldn’t take me more than a few minutes.”

“You don’t have to, really, Joel. I don’t want you to work on your day off.”

“S’not a problem. Sit tight.”

He returns with a Milwaukee toolbox, cherry red with a white logo highlighted by lightning strike-looking font. 

You don’t realize you’re still wide-eyed until he looks between you and the lower sink cabinets. 

“Sorry.” You mutter with embarrassment as you move out of the way. He grunts softly as he moves to the linoleum, his knees digging into the tile as he starts moving aside the cleaning supplies stowed below. He squints his eyes, the skin around wrinkling with focus. 

Just start talking about why you asked him here. 

“So—” you start as you pace the kitchen, watching him move onto his back to eye over your sink’s anatomy. “I know our date last night didn’t go as well as we both had hoped and—” your eyes stray to see the hem of his flannel nudge up his front as his hands go to work with a wrench, hearing him mutter something about how he was still listening to you.  But all you can see is the bare skin of his waist, dark hairs stippled down the center of his belly. 

“Right, well, I think what I’m trying to say, or rather failing to say, is that I think I could help you.” The wrench’s clicking comes to a stop. Joel pauses and slowly ducks his head out from the shadows. 

“Help me?” He questions. His tone only inflects slight offense taken. 

“Or- help each other.” You take a moment and kneel on the floor beside where he’s working, watching him sit up on his elbows as his greying eyebrows knit together with curiosity. “It’s hard dating as an adult. Believe me, I know. The apps, and-and the having kids,” your eyes soften as Joel’s gaze falls. “You don’t need me to explain how hard it is. I was horrible at first. There was so much fear surrounding it for me, and I just know that after those voice notes your daughter sent me, you have a lot of potential.”

Joel chuckles dryly before he continues to look up at your sink, slowly loosening a fitting on a pipe. “You think there’s hope?” He says, sarcasm-laced. 

“I’m not going to lie and say it’ll be easy. But love isn’t just for teenagers. We both deserve to experience it again. Maybe it’s not with me, but you’re a real catch, Joel Miller. You’re smart, and you’re handsome,”

Joel chuckles again, but this time it’s more whimsical. The sound is joyful and echoes through around the wooden cabinet he’s working in.  

“So, you’re tryin’ t’offer me datin’ lessons? Is that it?”

You will yourself not to roll your eyes. “Yes, dating lessons. What do you think?”

With a long and forced sigh, Joel ducks out from under the sink and stands to his full, looming height. You scrabble off the floor, taking in how his eyes glimmer like honey in the sunlight. 

He ponders before flipping your tap on, watching the water flow with nothing holding it back. You grin with ease, your eyes flicking to his own.

“Little miss fixer-upper, aren’t ya?” Joel says snidely, taking a moment to offer your proposition. 

A shrug and a sweet smile later have him convinced. 

“Alright. I’m in.” 

[daimyosprincess]

WORTH THE RISK

—PAIRING: Dad's Friend!Boba Fett x F!Reader

—SUMMARY: Pushing your luck has its rewards.

—WORD COUNT: 10.8k

—RATING: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

—TAGS & WARNINGS: second person narration, no use of y/n, explicit sexual content, alternate universe, dad’s friend!Boba, reader has parents mentioned in the story, age gap relationship between an older man and younger woman (reader is an adult), secret relationship, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl), light choking, this is straight up filth y’all I’m not even joking, if the previous things are not your cup of tea this will not be the fic for you 🥴

Please let me know if I missed anything!

—AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'll post this fic in a couple weeks! literally a month later here we are besties, the dad's friend Boba fic inspired by @maybege's post!! this fic ended up taking waaaay longer than I expected since the story took a turn I didn't plan for, but I'm really happy with how it turned out in the end! big shout out to Moss for betaing and all the besties who sent me incoherent emoji scrambles for my snippets along the way 💖 enjoy y'all!

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Setting out the last of the dessert trays on your parents’ patio table, you swipe a hand over your forehead. A delightfully cool breeze ruffles the hem of your dress, signaling the coming summer evening and carrying the pleasant mixture of laughter and music from the backyard. Satisfied with the arrangement of treats, you look out over the party of family and friends gathered on the lawn: neighbors, coworkers, and family of all sorts gathered together for your parents’ annual cookout, which your father fondly calls the “Bar-bo-polooza” (and which your mother decidedly does not). 

Scanning the crowd, you spot her bouncing their neighbor’s baby girl on her hip while your father diligently lectures her partner on proper grilling techniques over his beer. A swarm of kids darts around the party in what appears to be a high stakes game of tag, while a gaggle of your aunties and Uncle Steven are clumped together in tight conversation over the latest gossip. A smile curls up your lips—nothing bridges the generational or cultural divide quite like a juicy piece of insider knowledge.

Giving the yard a final skim, you give up on locating your boyfriend and head for your chair by the fire pit. You’re no sooner settled when you feel your phone buzz.

<boba 🖤🧸🧋: Better give me those panties now, princess>

Your cheeks heat immediately reading Boba’s message. You still can’t see him from your seat, but you know wherever he is, he can certainly see you. Crossing your knees, you make sure your hem rides just high enough to still be considered appropriate for a family setting. Your phone vibrates again and your eyes dart to the new message on your screen.

<boba 🖤🧸🧋: I’m not going to ask twice>

A heated shiver snakes down your spine, pooling in the dampness already nestled between your thighs. Your plan to tease Boba to the edge of insanity is already taking its toll. 

Logically, you know you shouldn’t be riling him up like this at a family function, but you can’t seem to stop yourself after he’s been out of town. You’ve missed his bone deep comfort, his small touches, and the safety of his arms. Hell, you’ve even missed the smell of him, breathing in that balmy spiciness that’s all his own. 

Of course, you’ve also missed his keen knack for making you black out with pleasure. But who could possibly blame you for that? The man is nothing short of a god when it comes to making you feel good, so it’s not your fault you rubbed him half hard in the driveway or brushed up against him in your flirty new sundress during the party set up. Besides, you’d been an absolute angel in his absence: texting him that you remembered to take your meds, drank enough water every day, and not touched where you wanted him most just like he asked.

Really, you’d been a complete saint. You only texted him those two dirty pictures because he asked for them. If anything, Boba should be rewarding you for your restraint instead of making you survive this cookout aching and desperate before he took you home and made good on all his filthy promises. Just the thought of what he said he’d do has your thighs pressing together. So, with a sly grin sneaking over your lips, you tap out a response.

<Or what? You can’t do shit with all these people around, old man>

Adrenaline pumping hot in veins, you hit send and click of your screen. You make a show of stretching so your tits press together, sure Boba’s got a laser focus on you after that message. 

Feeling supremely pleased with yourself, you chuck your phone into the seat you’re saving for your cousin, Ari. You search for their telltale blue hair and catch it over by the drinks table. No surprise there, of course.

“My, my, my, such a dirty little mouth on such a pretty little girl.”

A hot shock of electricity shoots down your spine. Boba’s sinful voice races across your skin deceptively gentle, like a blade wrapped in dark velvet: sheathed, but no less dangerous. 

Your pulse jumps under the thin skin of your throat. You don’t need to look up to know you’re in treacherous waters. His tone alone tells you everything you need to know—your “good” deeds never went unpunished with him, especially when you acted like you could get away with them. Putting your most dazzlingly innocent smile, you turn your face up to him, acting like you’re making pleasant conversation. “Wanna find out how dirty it can get?”

The corner of his lips twitch up. “Careful, princess.” His umber eyes burn with the unspoken magnitude of his threat. “You already owe me those pink panties of yours… don’t make me add to that list.”

Something hot and dangerous spikes in your core. You can practically feel his lips on your overheated skin, the scrape of his teeth down your neck. Luckily for your rapidly evaporating self-control, however, you catch Ari waving at you and you signal at their saved seat. The reprieve gives you a moment to swallow back the well of desire pressing against your throat. You’re already playing a dangerous game with your relationship—you really shouldn’t be adding to it by tempting fate, or Boba, in your parents’ backyard.

After moving to town two years ago, Boba and your dad had become fast friends, bonding over their love of classic cars and good whiskey. Freshly cut in your former employer’s downsizing, you had come home just after they had started spending weekends drinking and working on the old Chevy in your dad’s garage. It was over for you the second you saw him: broad shoulders, tanned, and impossibly gorgeous, Boba Fett was everything you ever wanted, wrapped up in a tight black t-shirt and well-fitted jeans. You never stood a chance.

For a torturous year you danced around your simmering mutual attraction, months filled with “accidental” touches and excuses to see each other more than strictly necessary for a daughter and her father’s friend. He gave you rides when your poor 2003 Toyota finally met its end, helped you move in with Ari, and even let you drunkenly cry on his shoulder at last summer’s cookout when you were sure your life was a failure. You really fell for him then. Hard.

Always teasing you with winks and flirty smiles, things finally came to a head at your parents’ New Year's Eve party. Scrabbling down the stairs for the countdown, you’d crashed right into him, his arms wrapping around your waist to halt your fall. By the time the voices outside yelled “Happy New Year,” you already had your hands (and mouths) all over each other.

The instant chemistry between you has only become more explosive since. In the almost six months of your relationship, you’ve orgasmed harder, louder, and more often than you thought was possible for a human being. But more importantly, you’ve also grown and learned a lot about yourself, with Boba coaxing you to embrace your needs without shame, both sexual and not. Mentally, you’re in a much better place than you were after you were let go from your dream job; and physically, well… you’ve never been more satisfied.

Of course, you’re not nearly ready to reveal all this to your parents. 

Boba has respected your choice to keep your relationship a secret, despite his desire to claim you as his own every time your mother introduced you to some nice boy from her temp agency. Her mentioning that she invited “Kevin from Jimenez Landscaping” today is partially what made you decide on wearing the particular little sundress you had on. Not for him of course, but to drive Boba wild while you humored your mom and talked to the guy. The rest of your scheme—putting your hand down Boba’s pants behind his truck and digging yourself into a very deep hole over text—had been more or less spur of the moment.

Staring up at him now, dead serious with little patience left for mercy, has your insides twisting in tight, needy knots. Boba is a man of his word and not above leaving you unfulfilled when he thought you deserved it. Maker did he know how to make you squirm.

“Okay, okay,” you relent, doing your best to tamp down the need leaking into your voice. “I swear I’ll take them off when Ari gets back.” 

You might be a brat but you’re not stupid: you know when you’ve flown too close to the sun. 

He smiles then, smug and shining, leaning down to plant what appeared to be an unoffending, fatherly kiss on the crown of your head. “That’s more like it. Not so hard to be a good girl, now is it, darling?” 

The sensual rasp of his whisper calls forth memories of love made sweet and long, making your stomach flip and tighten. Praying for the heat to leave your face, you clench your thighs together to ward them off.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Your head snaps up to see Ari’s freckled face plastered with a sardonic expression. Your confidant since childhood, your cousin is the only person who knows about your relationship—and isn’t afraid to give you shit about it.  

“Of course not,” Boba answers breezily, patting your shoulder, “we were just commenting on how perfect the weather turned out.”

Ari scoffs, dropping down next to you. “Yeah, sure. If anyone else here actually had eyes, they would see right through the two of you.”

You grin and accept the offered lemonade. “What? Can a young lady and a handsome older gentleman not talk at a party?” 

Boba’s hand squeezes your shoulder in a silent warning to behave. Still glowing with his praise of “good girl” echoing in your ears, you opt to stay so.

“Last I checked, they can,” Ari gestures back and forth between you. “It’s just the ‘fuck me’ eyes that make it totally obvious you’re screwing.”

“I myself prefer the term ‘making love’ over ‘screwing,’” Boba chuckles.

Ari immediately makes retching noises, their face screwing up in disgust. “Making love?! What are you, like a thousand years old?” They hold up a hand. “You know what, never mind, I don’t even want to think about that more than I already have to.”

Despite your cousin’s reaction, his words bloom heat in your stomach. As good as Boba is at straight up fucking, he also loves you so tenderly and slowly some nights it nearly brings you to tears. With sweet kisses wrapped in praise and gentle touches laced with assurances that you were his and he was yours, he crafted a devotion more sincere and pure than you thought your heart could hold.

Ari elbows you, pulling you back to reality. “Now unless you got tea to add to this conversation, sir, I’m gonna need you to beat it. Me and your girlfriend have some important information to discuss. Auntie is three margaritas deep and just told me some very interesting things about her divorce.”

Boba’s fingers drift across the nape of your neck in a subtle reminder of delicious possession. He makes a show of sighing in exaggerated defeat and comes around your chair. Sticking out his hand, he nods. “Ari.”

“Fett.” They shake and Boba heads over to where your dad is flipping burgers on the grill. Somehow even his walk made you thrum with electricity.

When he’s out of earshot, Ari whispers behind their drink. “Finally. Now, she said that she was the one who instigated the divorce…”

It’s not until you head inside to pee that you remember your promise to Boba.

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Shit. You groan and throw your head back on your shoulders. Why is there always a line when you want to use the bathroom? Especially when you need to get your panties off before your boyfriend reaches up your dress and rips them off for you?

When the door finally opens, you rush in. Clicking the lock, you immediately yank off your underwear, taking the briefest moment to admire them. Pink, cute, and soaked in the middle, you feel deliciously dirty holding up the scrap of fabric in the mirror to snap a pic.

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The urge to run and take another picture in his truck is extremely tempting, but a knock on the door has you rushing to finish up. 

Boba’s waiting for you when you step outside, looking handsome as sin as he leans against the deck railing. As casually as you can with a naked cunt and a pair of panties balled in your fist, you slip next to him and press them into his large hand. Maker, the sight of him stuffing the illicit garment into his pocket should absolutely not be as fucking hot as it is.

Seeing the scrunched look on your face, he chuffs a quiet laugh. “I can smell how wet you are, babygirl. Something’s got you all worked up, huh?” His tone is molasses, thick with self-satisfaction. “Brats do always love it when the consequences of their actions catch up to them.”

In an attempt to diffuse his pride, you pout and cross your arms over your chest. “I thought you said I was your good girl.” 

He flashes you that jaw-dropping smile of his. “The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” 

Before you can get any more hot and bothered, you see your mother approaching with a gangly young man in tow. You curse under your breath; you’d forgotten about Kevin-from-Jimenez-Lanscaping. 

Boba snorts. “Speaking of consequences…”

Suddenly you’re very aware that you’re going to have to make polite small talk with your mother and a stranger with your panties stuffed in your secret-boyfriend-who-makes-you-scream-with-pleasure’s pocket. 

You’re also aware that it turns you on an embarrassing amount. Fortunately (or not), you don’t have much time to contemplate the extent of that particular depravity before Kevin and your mom stop in front of you. 

“There you are!” she exclaims happily. “Kevin, this is my daughter I’ve been telling you all about.” The young man smiles and shakes your hand politely and your mom turns to the older man. “And this is Boba Fett, our neighbor and family friend.” She drops her voice conspiratorially. “Now he’s very protective of her, so be careful. Even worse than her father.”

Boba bares his teeth in a sharp-toothed smile, gripping the younger man’s offered hand harder than necessary for the brief shake. The act of possessiveness has your blood boiling even hotter as the poor boy’s eyes widen in surprise. After a couple minutes of tedious conversation that’s mainly Boba glaring over your shoulder, Kevin excuses himself, thanking your mother for inviting him and apologizing for having to leave so soon. 

Watching him dart for his car, she levels a scolding tone at your boyfriend. “How is my daughter supposed to find someone when you stare murder at every single person I bring over?”

Unrepentant, he shrugs and smiles. Your shared secret dances on his lips. “I just want what’s best for her. Surely you can’t blame me for that.” Seeing your mother still unconvinced, he throws an arm around her shoulders and plants a kiss on her cheek. 

He sneaks a wink at you and you make a show of rolling your eyes even as your insides warm at his attention. Morally, you’re sure it’s wrong to enjoy this deception so thoroughly, but in this moment you don’t care; it lights some infernal fire inside you that burns hotter than any desire you’ve ever had.

“I hate to say it, but Boba’s right,” you play along. She still looks skeptical and he looks entirely too smug, so you elaborate. “I mean, what good is a guy that’s too chicken to even have a conversation with this grandpa?”

She bursts into a round of laughter that wipes away the previous exasperation from her face. “Oh, be nice to Boba,” she admonishes, lightly smacking your shoulder. “He’s no older than your father.”

A grin splits your face. “Gosh, you’re right, Mom! Boba’s only what, twice my age? I should really have more respect for my elders.” The words barely leave your mouth before Boba turns out his solo cup of ice water out over your head. Shocked with the sudden cold pouring down your face and neck, you instantly resort to tattling and finger pointing.

“No, ma’am, don’t come crying to me!” she manages through a peal of laughter. “You earned that one fair and square!”

Boba is positively dripping with his own self-satisfaction. “Sure did,” he brandishes a double-edged smile, paternally crossing his arms over his chest, “And I hope you learned your lesson, young lady.”

Your skin burns so hot you can feel the rivulets of water trickling down your neck heat up. Memories of your tits pushed up against the chilled hood of Boba’s truck flash across the backs of your eyes—you had complained you were cold after a skinny-dip in the lake and he wasted no time in warming you back up.

“Careful, princess,” he panted damply against your neck. “You scream any louder and you’ll have people come running. What would they think of a pretty young lady like you soaking an old man’s cock?”

It’s a miracle that you don’t immediately buckle when you catch his hand digging into his pocket to fist your panties. Keeping your eyes decidedly off him, you rush through an excuse to go up to your room to change. Before you can scurry off, however, he catches your elbow. 

“Here, take this.” Boba pulls off his overshirt and wraps it around your shoulders. “Can’t have you catching a cold, now can we?” Your mom nods approvingly before she’s pulled away by another guest. Once she’s out of earshot, he drops his voice low. “Go inside and meet me in the garage. I’m going around front.”

Even as you repress an excited shiver, your heart warms in your chest at Boba’s caution. He never made you feel bad for wanting to keep things private and always structured your affairs so you were never seen going or leaving together. And although you look forward to the day you’ll be ready to hold his hand and steal kisses in front of the world, sneaking around in the meantime did add an extra layer of excitement to your sex. 

Sandals slapping wet against the tiled floor, you race across the kitchen to yank open the door to the garage. Thick, sun-warmed air hits your face with a pleasant staleness, smelling of cardboard and motor oil. The quietness of the space clashes with the clamor of excitement pumping through your veins. Sweeping your eyes from one side to the other, a frown weighs on your lips when Boba is nowhere to be seen. 

No sooner does the displeasure darken your expression than you’re scooped up into a pair of strong arms and whirled around. 

Familiar lips and a suede voice swiftly gentle your startled yelp. “Quiet now, darling,” Boba purrs, practically preening with the pleasure of your surprise, “you don’t want to get us caught now do you?”

Your gleeful giggles of realization are smothered by his barrage of kisses, each one an intoxicating mix of passion and urgency. Boba hooks your legs around his waist, not caring about the water soaking into him as he walks you deeper into the garage.

The intense press of need pushing against your chest melts under his touch, releasing your lungs and draining to pool in your thrumming core. It’s been so long, too long, without him, your body surviving on the mere scraps memory could provide you—nothing in comparison to the sustenance of the man himself. Having him back in your arms, his marred skin beneath your fingertips, his thick torso filling the empty space between your legs… it unhooks the final thorns of discontent left from his absence. 

A wave of relief washes away the tenseness of separation, leaving you pliable and radiant once more; the release has Boba’s lips parting in a gratified groan at the satisfaction of being your sanctuary. You take the greedy opportunity to lick your way into his mouth to savor the way his taste fills yours. Lost to the sensation of your tongue sliding along his, a hiss escapes your lips when the back of your thighs hit the freezer’s lid. 

The chill dissipates quickly in the glow of Boba’s urgent heat. “Fuck I missed you, babygirl,” he pants against your pulse, “Even if you’ve been a karking terror all afternoon.”

“S’not my fault,” you slur, dragging your teeth across the tan skin of his throat, “missed you too much.” His salt seeps into the warmth of your mouth, spurring memories of late nights pressed together under a quivering lake water moon. Seeking that passionate warmth, your heels dig into Boba’s thighs to press him deeper into your eager desire.

Unyielding and unrushed as ever, he pulls back, refusing to let you usurp his control. Bereft, a whine flies from your throat and you keel towards him in a desperate arch. 

Boba catches your cheek in his palm and sharply angles your face to his. Pure dominance radiates off him in the unwavering set of his shoulders and the gleam in his eye, their darkness glinting like two sable jewels in the dim light. His raw power, sanctified by his restraint and your willing submission, shimmers in the air between your bodies—the ephemeral calm before his storm’s consequences. 

He knows that disquieting stillness of his never failed to draw your desire. Without a word, his free hand disappears into his pocket to free your panties.

“Mmm, is that the problem?” His strong fingers dig into your cheeks and he turns your head towards the dangling bit of bows and lace. You can feel how the visual evidence of your arousal affects him. He presses the damp fabric against his nose, sucking in a ragged breath. “Your needy little cunt making you act out?”

Your answer comes out more as a whoosh of air than a word, your insides twisting with the searing heat in his tone. “Noooo…” 

“So you’re just a naughty brat then?” 

You want to protest that you’re nothing but innocent but your throat is too tight with the thrill of his wrath. He balls the frilly underwear into his fist. “Shame. I was thinking about taking mercy on you for your good behavior while I was gone.” He cuts his eyes back to you, smirking. “Too bad brats don’t get that privilege.”

You jolt, panic locking your ankles at the small of his back in an attempt to keep him close. “No! No! That’s not what I meant!” you cry, your voice taunt with distress.   

A dangerous chuckle sounds in his throat. You’d shown your desperation, giving him the easy advantage. “Better start explaining then, princess. Or else I’m just gonna come all over these pink panties and you’ll get nothing.”

You blink up at him with pitiful eyes and a swollen-lipped pout. “It’s because I missed you,” you simper, tracing a finger down his chest. “Seven days is a long time. Too long.” 

Even through the haze of your shared arousal, Boba resists temptation. “Too long? Babygirl, we talked on the phone every night.”

He lets you press your face into the crook of his shoulder and your fingers begin to loop into the soft cotton of his shirt. “It’s not the same and you know it! There was no falling asleep with you, no lap to curl up in…”

“No thigh to get off on?”

You squeak when he pinches your ass, the subconscious roll of your hips halting.

“As cute and sincere as you may be, my darling girl, you still have a debt to settle for your behavior today.”

That’s fair, reasonable even. You had pushed him further than you yourself would have been able to stand. You slip your fingers under his shirt hem to graze your nails over the dark hair trailing into his jeans. “What if I gave you a little apology?” you offer with a fluttering of lashes. “Show you how sorry I am?” 

Boba’s breath hitches but he turns up his chin like he’s uninclined to accept your offer. “You really think a handy is gonna cut it after everything this afternoon?” 

The fevered dream from his absence flares white-hot in your mind. Grabbing his belt buckle, you haul your hips forward to press your slick folds against his bulge. “Not even if that apology is you fucking me into the mattress in my childhood bedroom?” 

Boba curses, his hips bucking into yours.

“Not even if it’s you ruining me in the room where I learned to touch myself? Where I’d cry out into the pillow thinking about what it would feel like to have a real man fuck me instead of stupid, silly boys? Not even then?”

“Princess-”

“I’ve been fantasizing about it for a while, you know… what it would be like to bury my face in those cute flower sheets while you fuck my tight little cunt till I’m sore. Had to take a cold shower while you were gone just to keep my hands off myself.”

In a burst of strength, he forces you flat back against the freezer. “Enough,” he hisses through locked teeth. “For Maker’s sake, enough.”

Despite his protests, he’s rutting his twitching cock into the slick mess at your apex. You grin into his kiss—you’ve got him right where you want him. 

“Awww, pleeeease?” you whine, sticking your bottom lip out. “Pretty please… Daddy?”

The sound that scrapes up from him is so utterly depraved that for a second, you think he might’ve come in his pants.

“Fuck, you’re… you’re…”

“A filthy little princess for a dirty old man?”

Boba pushes his hand over your mouth. “You… you have ten seconds to get in your room before I’m fucking you where you stand. And I don’t give a karking shit who sees. Do you understand me?”

“So, apology accepted?”

“One.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Two.”

“Okay, okay! I’m going!”

“Three.”

You’re flat out running for the kitchen door, wrenching it open without checking if someone is behind it. Luckily, your path is clear as you fly up the stairs up to your room. The lavender paint and neat rows of school awards are nothing but a pastel blur when you fling yourself onto the twin bed. Quickly positioning yourself, you hike your dress up around your hips so you’re completely on display. 

At this point, you don’t even care about the danger; you drop your hand between your legs and delve two fingers between your wet folds. The friction burns delightfully after days without so much as a finger to your clit. The relief is so sweet you have to bite down on your neckline to halt the sounds of delight from spilling out. Imagining just how much better it’ll be when Boba gets his hands on you has you bucking under your fingers.

“Just can’t help yourself, can you, little brat?”

It’s no use snatching back your hand—he’s seen your transgression and is all too ready to add it to your growing list. Grabbing your wrist, he wrenches you up off the bed and whirls you around so your back digs into the door. 

“Oh, babygirl,” he husks in a low, cruel voice. “You’re so fucked.”

He’s pressed so far into you the damp fabric of your dress burns, absorbing his overwhelming heat. Pure, wanton desire floods your brain, drowning any hope of sanity until all that remains is him.

Boba yanks down the ruffled sleeve covering your shoulder and sinks in his teeth, groaning when you buck against him. “But that’s what you like isn’t it? You like it when I put you in your place, when I treat you rough.” His large hand snakes up your chest to grab your throat.  

“Yes-yes, Daddy!” you gasp, writhing with prickling pleasure when he greedily palms your breast. 

He grunts, his hips thrusting into you. “You think calling me that will get you out of trouble?”

“I mean being in my old room… seems kinda fitting, doesn’t it-oh!”

Boba shoves his hand over your mouth. “Now don’t look at me like that, princess. I’m just helping you make better choices,” he grins, his smile sharp with intent. “That’s what daddies do, right?”

Fuck that should not make your clit throb like it does. Just when your knees start to tremble from the sweet friction he’s smoothing over your nipples, he tears himself away. Your cry of displeasure is choked off by a squeeze of his hand. With big, shining eyes, you blink pitifully up at him in a bid for more.

“Don’t bother with the kitten eyes, darling. It won’t save you… and neither will anything else you say.” He rubs his thumb gently over your pulse point, a jarring contrast to the pressure on your throat. “After your little attitude this afternoon, you’re going to have to earn the right to speak.”

Boba just tuts when you pout, a wicked flush of darkness shadowing his expression. “Brats don’t get what they want, especially not such disrespectful ones.” Licking his lips, his voice sinks even deeper. “Still think I can’t do shit with all these people around?”

When you don’t answer, he releases his grip on your neck to run his fingers up your skull and jerk your head back. Taking his time, he kisses you, devouring you until you’re fighting for air. “Little princess, I can do whatever I want to you no matter who’s around, do you understand that? Do you?” 

Your answer is nothing more than a pitiful waver but he takes it all the same. “Good. Now take the dress off before I tear it off. I’m gonna fuck that pretty throat until I’m satisfied you’ve learned some respect.”

You’re out of the offending garment before he even has time to unfasten his belt. Despite the heat in your veins, goosebumps blossom across your skin, heightened by the moisture from your dress. When Boba sees you rubbing away the chill, he smirks and snaps you to his chest. “Looks like you need some warming up…” 

Sliding his hands over your ass, he hikes you up into his arms with a puff, chuckling at your small sound of surprise. When he lowers you gently onto your bed, you wriggle into the position you know he wants: laid out on your back with your head hanging off the edge, ready for atonement. 

It feels almost like relief. This was the reason you tested Boba’s patience with your antics and attitude; you crave the way he gives you no choice but to comply, the thrill of a fantastical danger shaping you into something vulnerable and eager to please.

The fire in his eyes dampens some as he caresses a hand over your cheek. You lean into his palm, nuzzling into the soft gesture. “Look at me, babygirl,” he prompts gently. When your eyes drift up to his, a smile warms his face. “I know you like it rough and I’m going to give it to you, but I need you to promise to mind your body, okay? Let me feel your three taps to stop.”

As you’d practiced many times, you reach up and slap your palm against his thick thigh. His white smile gets even bigger and he bends to plant a quick kiss on your forehead. You glow with his affection. “Boba?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you grab a towel for me to lay on? I’m going to soak a spot on the sheets if you keep talking like that.” 

A devil’s grin stretches across his bronze features. “Stay right there and don’t move,” he instructs, his voice already husked smoke, “or I will make you only watch while I jack off with those panties.” 

If he’d waited a second before darting to the adjoining bathroom, he would’ve seen the way your slicked entrance clenched at his threat.

For a fleeting moment you consider sneaking a hand to your peaked nipples, but the threat of him making you watch and not touch is far too distressing to test. Before you can get too tempted otherwise, Boba strides back into the bedroom with a towel in hand. Without a word spoken between you, he bends and you hook your arms around his neck so he can lift you and lay the towel down.

Boba hums in appreciation when you stretch back out before him, biting back your longing under his gaze. He lets his belt loose and his pants slide down his thighs, finally revealing the gorgeous image of his thick cock. Flushed rosy with want and beautifully slicked with desire, it bobs against his belly full and ready for your touch. 

He steps back so you’re forced to crane your neck to see him. The baneful fire has returned to his dark eyes. He pumps his length once and your mouth waters in anticipation. “Hope you don’t think I’m going easy on you just because you finally decided to behave.”

You shake your head. 

“No talking and no hands, understood?” 

Now you shake your up and down. You know far better of him than to disobey.

“Good. Now we don’t have much time before someone comes looking for you, little princess, so open up that mouth and make Daddy proud.”

Thank the Maker for that towel.

Tilting your head back to make your throat one smooth channel, you stick out your tongue wide and ready. Just seeing the way his expression darkens with desire at your obedience has fresh slick wetting your thighs. Hell, your obedience turns you on. Not just any man could make you want to give yourself over to him and you’re sure there are next to none who could possibly deserve it. 

Boba steps forward, cupping your cheek in his rough palm and dragging the slippery head of his length over your lips, coating them in his arousal. You stay still, enjoying his taste and gentle attention; he would tell you when he wanted more.

When he rocks forward to let your tongue slide down the vein that runs the underside of his cock, you claw your fingers into the floral sheets beneath you. Your heart pounds against your ribs and your lungs bellow more air into your chest. He’s so close yet so far from where you want him. Spit begins to dribble from the corners of your mouth and your jaw twinges from its wide angle, heightening your need for him even more.

Boba continues his leisurely pace across your tongue, rumbling a few low, pleasured sounds. He notices your frustration—he always notices everything—and chooses to ignore it. It’s a lenient punishment in light of your behavior but it doesn’t make the waiting any easier or your cunt any less desperate.

The whine that escapes from you when he lets his head graze your front teeth is so small it’s almost silent, but he hears it all the same. “Mmm, is there a problem, darling? Something the matter?” The slow drag of him doesn’t stop. 

You flick your tongue over his frenulum in a wordless response. Although you can’t see him, you know his pretty brown eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

“Aaah hah hah,” he chuckles through a groan, “is this not enough for my princess? Is getting her tongue used while she’s naked on her pretty pink bed not enough for her?”

Again, since he hasn’t given you permission to speak yet, you stretch your head up to capture the head of his cock between your coated lips, lightly suckling his sensitive tip. When he doesn’t stop you, you let your tongue snake up to lick the pearled drop from his slit. 

A faint tremor runs through him, making his length thrum in your mouth. Boba curses and stoops to lay a hand on your throat. No pressure or grip to it, just his hand resting over the exposed column of your neck. 

“Swallow.”

His simple command races through you like a spark up a gunpowder trail, igniting the tinder of aching pleasure between your thighs. Reflexively your body snaps to follow his order, your jaw closing and your muscles pushing him deeper into the wet heat of your mouth. 

“Fffff- that’s it, babygirl. Juuuust like that… let me feel how good you take me.” 

The jagged sound of his enjoyment shoots bright seams of glittering ecstasy into your veins. Conscious of the lack of permission to touch him, you dig your heels into the mattress to push further up his shaft, sucking in a final deep breath before letting his girth slide down your waiting throat. 

The next seconds dissolve into a filmy timelessness where every single one of your senses are his—your every sensation and fiber belonging to Boba. Your breath, your sense of smell and taste, sense of direction, everything is all in his control, all his to direct and decide. Even as the need for air burns through your ribs, you feel impossibly free, weightless and perfect within his care.

Retreating into that protected soft space of submission, your mind goes blissfully blank, your sole happiness being Boba’s grunts of pleasure as he pumps his cock down your throat. Sweat slicks your skin and hungry breath claws at your lungs but they’re none of your concern, all you have to worry about is keeping your jaw open. Though it had taken some time to learn to get there, now you rejoice in finding this quiet place within his storm, relishing the way you fall out of time and into his world. Even with the strain and weight of him pressing down onto you, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

After some wonderful, unknown period of time, air hisses through Boba’s teeth as he retracts from your warmth. Still blinded by submission, you gasp in big bubbles of air, blinking against the tears of exertion pricking your eyes.

You feel the muted thump of him dropping to his knees near your head. His thumbs are brushing away the salty trails as he cradles your head like a fragile flower against the wind, a smile blooming radiant on your damp face.  “Baby… my darling girl,” he pants through seeded kisses, “you did so good for me, took it all… can you believe it? Almost couldn’t stop myself from coming down that perfect throat.”

You’re still hazy, drifting through the fog of your accomplishment, but you manage to pull apart your wet lashes to see his beaming smile. Its luminance turns up your own lips. “I… I did?”

Before now, you’d never managed to get the last thick inch of his cock down your throat—though not for the lack of trying. As oxygen flushes through your system, your head clears. “See,” you croak, buoyed by your success, “doing it in my old bedroom was a good idea.” 

Genuine mirth crinkle up his eyes. “You haven’t seen anything yet, princess.” Boba turns and scoops you into arms, pressing you close to take in your scent. “I still gotta make you scream into the sheets, remember?” he murmurs against your temple.

You happily slide against him, relishing the way he fits perfectly against you. “Pretty sure I said ‘screamed into my pillow.’”

He snorts, caressing his hand along your jaw. “How about I make you do both?”

Taking your wild giggle as confirmation, he flips you onto your back to hover over you. You bite your bottom lip against your laughter as he trails tickling kisses down your neck and over your sternum, your breath hitching when he latches onto a pert nipple.

“Tell me…” he rasps through his mouth’s divine suction, “tell me how you would touch yourself.”

The great, crested wave of fire that crashes through ignites your limbs, making you jerk like a puppet on tangled strings. You never felt ashamed with Boba, he has always been your safety, your refuge; he’d wiped more tears than you’d let anyone else ever see and you’d twisted fantasies into his ear that would make the devil blush. But telling him how you rutted into your hand, sweating and barely keeping in your breathy sounds as you tried desperately to understand why boys your age never turned you on suddenly felt absurdly embarrassing.

He must have felt you stiffen under him because he prompts you again. 

“I, um… I mean…” Why was this so embarrassing? It’s not like he didn’t know you were into the more seasoned male age range. Sucking in a steadying breath, you realize he’s stopped his ministrations to observe you with a keen eye.

It only makes your unforeseen shame bruise darker. You force a chuckle from your gut. “Sheesh, you know how to get a girl to blush, don’t you?” Your words are too high and paper thin—your façade not remotely convincing, not even to yourself.

Boba’s eyes flick over your strained expression, his lips pressing into a thin line before he bows his head to place a small kiss on your stomach. “We can talk about this now, or we can talk about it later,” is all he says. It’s all he has to.

You blow out a weighted breath. His way of making you confront life while still giving you a degree of choice could be as infuriating as it was liberating. If you talk about it now you likely won’t have time for the down and dirty you’ve been craving all week (and, at this point, might shrivel up and die without), but the thought of soldiering on in this cold shadow of shame is utterly unappealing. 

Maker, you’re a buzzkill. 

Boba slaps a smack against your hip and you yip at the sharp sensation. “No apologizing,” he warns. “Just answer the question, princess. Don’t worry about anything else.” His palm opens to rub away the lingering sting.

Feeling your anxiety swarm like wasps, you try to sink back into your warm mental refuge where things were easier. Try as you might, however, your brain refuses to release itself from its nervous confines to slip into that softer shape.

It had been so terribly confusing back then. Watching your friends swoon over boys in your grade or just above, you tried to see what they saw in them: the supposedly hot guys on the basketball team with their burgeoning height or the apparently dreamy, mysterious poet laureate of your high school. You never understood what they saw in these lanky, acne covered boys or why they would cry so profusely over them. A real partner wouldn’t make you cry, you’d thought, he would take care of you, show you the love you were told you deserve.

But oh how you had wanted to understand, to have a believable answer when the subject of crushes came up at the lunch table or someone’s sleepover. Everyone else did. 

You only made the mistake of saying the school’s head coach was hot once—the grossed out looks and “old enough to be our dad” comments made sure of that. Eventually you settled on the safe choice of the football team captain for your obligatory answer whenever the subject came up. Even though it wasn’t true, the pressure was off then.

When you went to college, things didn’t change, no matter how much you hoped they would. You thought maybe it was just the boys at your school you weren’t attracted to, that maybe you were normal after all. 

Tears lodge in your throat at the memory of the guys you’d fucked trying to fix what was surely broken inside you, the nights you spent wishing it wasn’t the kind eyes and visible signs of life experience that drew you to the men you desired. Trying to pursue the older guys at bars and social events never ended well for you either; their kindness always dried up when you didn’t want to go back to their place immediately, followed by cutting comments about “daddy issues” and all the mean things that came with them.

Finding Boba, finding acceptance had been a taste of heaven. A golden slice of peace, the vindication that you weren’t some freak or wrong to want a partner who cherished and cared for you. Your stomach drops at the thought of that pure, devoted love. He gave you all of that, asking for nothing in return but your happiness, and you can’t even bring yourself to claim your relationship in public.

Shame curls in on you like leaden weights. He deserves so much better than you. Someone who isn’t afraid to tell the world they love him and proudly walks at his side—not some scared girl who can’t even bring herself to face her own parents. The wound you thought had long healed rips open inside you, spilling its tainted blood into your heart and a scalding brine down your cheeks. 

Before the first sob can sound from your chest, you’re pressed tightly into Boba’s front, held fast by thick, warm arms that stall your rising grief. A watery stream of words tumble out of you all at once. “Back then, it was-I thought-and I couldn’t, I mean I tried-”

“Shhh, baby, just breathe. It’s okay, everything’s alright… yeah, just like that, princess, that’s my good girl.”

His gentle touch and storm soothed voice has your sobs ebbing under his care. “I-is there something wrong with me?” you whisper in a fragile voice. 

Boba presses his mouth to your temple, pulling you somehow even tighter into his warmth. “Babygirl, why on earth would you think there’s something wrong with you?”

Because I’ve only ever wanted an older man who babies me even though I’m a grownass woman. 

Because I think you fucking me in my childhood bedroom while I call you Daddy is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. 

Because I’ll never love anyone else the way I love you but I’m still too scared to tell people about us.

You’re vaguely aware of being pulled under covers and tucked in tight to his side. Despite the furnace warmth of him and the blanket, you can’t seem to stop shivering against some inner cold. Piece by patient piece, Boba pulls out your discontent, wiping away new tears and kissing the old ones from your lashes. Somewhere in the back of your mind you register the darkening sky outside your window but he assures you Ari’s got your absence covered.

Tracing his roughened fingertips up and down your spine, he tilts up your chin to kiss your forehead. “Darling girl, why did you never say anything? That’s all too heavy to have to deal with by yourself. Especially when I’m here to help.”

Why did you? You’d shared so much of your other burdens—your disillusion after losing your dream job, your struggle coping with your life not following your set mental timeline—why had you kept all this to yourself?

“I don’t know…” you whisper, letting your pointer finger trace along the collarbone of his newly revealed chest. “I guess I felt like… like even though what I like isn’t normal, that being with you would make those bad feelings go away… and you make me so happy I thought maybe they would disappear if I never looked for them.” Hearing these half-baked assumptions out loud makes you hide your face in his shoulder. You feel like an idiot. No, worse. An idiot who’s wasted all her sneak-away time crying instead of getting railed by her boyfriend.

Boba makes a sympathetic sound, squeezing you closer to him. “I want you to listen to me, princess. Really listen. Number one, no keeping things from me that hurt you or make you upset. If you need to cry the whole thing out or scream about it until you’re hoarse, that’s fine as long as you tell me. Understood?”

You make a noise of agreement and borrow deeper into his hold. He allows you his comfort for a few more moments before gently unfurling you to run his thumb across your cheek.

“Number two. There’s no such thing as normal. Not a fucking thing. You like what you like just like everyone else likes what they like. Being attracted to handsome men like myself is not anything different than having a preference for blondes or brunettes, yeah?” He kisses you on the tip of your nose and you can’t help but smile up at him. “Besides, you wouldn’t find anything wrong with me being attracted to special princesses who have dirty little mouths and dirtier minds, would you?” 

Heat rises to your cheeks. “As long as I’m the special princess,” you mumble into his palm, suddenly self-conscious under his attention even as you revel in it. Maker, how do you still want him to pound you into the mattress after an emotional breakdown? All his patient love seems to only make you hornier now that your tears have been shed and your fears have been voiced.

“Always.” Boba chuckles and chucks up your chin for a kiss. When you slip your tongue into his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, he pulls back just far enough to murmur, “Still needy, darling?”

How could you not be? Your need for him feels different now, though. Not so much more or less intense but an entirely different kind altogether, like a fire that burns just as hot but with a different fuel than its predecessor. Treading carefully around this new flame, you hold a tentative hand out to test its heat. “We don’t… if the mood isn’t right, we don’t have to… and we’ve been gone for too long already-”

Boba drags his hot mouth over your jaw, positioning you beneath him. “Then a couple more minutes isn’t going to change that, now is it, babygirl?”

You frown even as your hips seek his. “But the whole ‘sexy fantasy’ thing is kinda ruined.”

Taking your hand in his large one, he draws it down his chest and over his stomach until you feel the hardness of his arousal filling your palm. “Does it feel ruined to you?”

Rock hard and fire hot, he leaks into your fingers. Your stomach clenches. Not too distant memories burn bright and vivid behind your eyes: recollections of impossible fullness, banished thoughts, and the generous stretch to accommodate him. 

“Tell me,” he commands, knowing his firm tone always had you melting like silvery mercury in his palm. “Does it feel like I don’t want to be buried in your sweet cunt? Ruining your ‘innocence’ all over again like you want me to so badly?”

His roughness, the obvious tint of desire in licking up his neck and cheeks all have their intended effect: you succumbing to your desires within the paradise of his control. “N-no, it feels like-fuck-it feels like I want you inside me,” you pant, desperate and breathy. You arch up in offering and he bows his head to enjoy the fruits of your desire.

Sliding a hand down your waist, his fingers trail torturously close to your wet heat only to skim over it with the barest of touch. “How did you imagine it back then?” The crackling weight in his voice sinks through your skin to light in your core. “Soft and sweet? Gentle nothings whispered in your ear as you came apart?” 

Without warning, he slaps at the wet flesh between your thighs and covers it with his broad hand, claiming it for himself. Perfect nettles of pain flash across your mind and you jerk against his hold. “Or did you want something a little rougher? Want a man who knew how to treat this pussy like it was all his?”

You can’t help it now. The fire he coached is burning you from the inside out, blossoming from you with slips of petaled flame. “A-all yours,” you manage thickly, twisting against him for more. “Wanted to be taken care of, wanted to be fucked without having to think…”

“Yeah, I know, baby, they didn’t know how to touch you, did they?” Two of his thick fingers push past your lower lips to slide through the slick seam there. Trailing over your slit for a languorous second, the pad of his middle finger circles your swollen hood. “They didn’t know how to rub that cute little clit so you screamed, huh?”

“Not at all,” you sob, your voice quivering as you shake from the electric sensation of his fingers. “Never knew, never knew-”

Boba smothers the rest of your pathetic sounds in a kiss that pushes deep into your pillows. “Awww, my poor princess,” he croons. “So achy and needy with no one to help. No wonder you were all over me that first time, whining and riding my dick like you would die without it.”

Never mind that he had been equally out of his mind, pounding into you that night like a man possessed with adoration. 

He notches a finger at your fluttering opening, ringing it around your flushed entrance just to see you squirm to get him deeper. “Remember how you begged me to fuck you, princess? How you didn’t even want to wait for me to stretch out your tight cunt?” Sinking in an effortless finger, he dips to lap up the beads of sweat from the hollow of your throat.

By the time he’s pressing in the blunt head of his cock, you’re face down and ass up, shimmying your hips back onto his length through a babble of pleas. “Please, Boba, please I want it deep, so fuckin’ deep I cry.”

Huffing out a breath that curls over the dampness of your spine, Boba grips the back of your neck to snap that first delicious thrust into you. Your broken sob is muffled by the rucked bedding, matching the slap of skin in a salacious accompaniment. Never one to do things in half measures, he digs a hand into your hip, anchoring your body to drive into you harder. He hits that divine spot that you didn’t even know existed before him.

The air whooshes from both your lungs in a blurred haze of ecstasy. “Shit, baby,” Boba squeezes your nape, “I’ll always give it to you… always, darling girl. Anything you want, I’m always yours, forever.”

You know it with every breath in your body and hair on your head—Boba loves you with every fiber of his being and he never hid that fact from you. From the way he looks after your safety to the care he takes just to see you flash a simple smile, you never had to wonder if he loved you the way you love him, not even for a second. 

The realization happens suddenly then, tipping your axes so you could center on the one truth that had orbited just out of your consciousness: Boba is worth the risk. He always has been. No matter what you might lose or gain by sharing your relationship, he would always be worth the risk.

You swirl with dazzling vibrancy, this epiphany developing in full splendor within you. “Yes-yes-yes!” you repeat mindlessly, flinging an arm back to search for his tethering touch. His hand disappears from your hip to intertwine with yours. Face crushed into the rose covered sheets of your old bed, breath tearing into your lungs as soon as it’s knocked out again, you smile. It had all led to this: all those years wondering if you were somehow broken, all those loves lost trying to fix what didn’t need repair, that one New Year’s night when you stopped denying what you truly wanted—all of it, everything, had been worth the risk.

Boba pulls on your hand, forcing you to arc farther back so that last sweet, solid inch of him is finally able to press into you. “Ffffffff-that’s it, that’s fuckin’ it,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “You’re better than heaven, babygirl, you know that? Sweeter than anything I’ve ever had.”

You want to tell him the same but your head is filled with hot, sparkling clouds of stardust and your throat is tight with cresting pleasure. “Yes, Daddy, yes!”

“Shit, you calling me… say it again. Say it again and don’t fucking stop.”

You’re chanting now, watching how the room around you shrinks to a pinpoint as you draw higher and higher with him. The prick of light and the chorus of your glass-thin cries shake with impending explosion when he drags his blunt nails down your back, swelling over your hip to find your throbbing center. “Is it as good as you imagined?” he husks, his own voice leaden with delicious strain. “Getting fucked into the mattress you dreamed on?”  

Each snap of his hips sends your clit skating over his calloused fingertips. “Better, so much better!” Crushing your eyes closed, you surrender to the scorching wave waiting to take you. “Please, Daddy! Please fill me up so everyone knows I’m yours!”

Boba jerks forward, breaking the pattern of his thrusts to fold over your back. His sweat dampened skin melds to yours and fuses you into one splendid being. His hand travels from your shoulder to clasp around your throat. “You really want that, darling girl? You really want everyone to know you belong to me?”

Your answer doesn’t waver, solidified by your new-found conviction. “As long as they know you’re mine, too.” 

Muscles rippling to lock at your affirmation, Boba’s head drops to your shoulder. The groan that heaves from his chest rattles through your bones like a welcome spirit charged with animating the last gasps of your union. “C-come for me then,” he chuffs in your ear with his last dregs of restraint. “Come for me so they know what you fucking do to me.”

Would he ever truly know how easy, how intrinsic to your being coming apart for him is? How your world had only ever been ordered by his particular equation, even before your eyes first met? Unraveling to be respun with his thread is your very nature, and you would always yearn to be in his weave, stitched and re-stitched by his expert hand. His fingers press tight against the glowing center of pleasure at your core and you burst into a glorious, unbound tapestry of light. Undulant patterns of pleasure flow through your every inch, anointing your entire body in golden thread from the crown of your head down to each individual toe.

Feeling the hot claim he spills inside you is the final beautiful detail in your joint creation. These final fleeting moments where it feels like your very souls mesh together are always your favorite; Boba’s guard comes down and you rise to catch him, your usual roles reversing as he burrows into your warmth. “Always, baby. Always yours,” he promises, his voice thick and sweet as honey.

Echoing his sentiment in utter bliss, you tighten your grip on his hand, joy taking flight when he does the same. Content and at peace, the pair of you roll so you’re pressed flush together, still joined in the middle when your limbs re-tangle. Boba pushes your hair back from where it had stuck your forehead and plants a kiss in your hair. 

You’re happy to smooth your palms over the scarred bronze of his chest to rest them lazily around his neck, his heartbeat jumping under your touch. How could you not realize this, that he, is worth more to you than any fallout from revealing your relationship? Was this not what you shed all those tears for, what you wished for every single time you tried to fit into another man’s mold? 

A resplendent joy feathers out in your chest, floating down your arms, then your legs with soft announcement. “Boba?”

His finger traces up your spine. “Yes, my princess?” His voice is dense as goose down and packed with comfort. 

You swirl your own shape into his skin. “I meant it, you know. I want… I want everyone to know we’re together. I don’t want it to be a secret anymore.”

He goes silent, his only sound the movement of air in and out of his lungs. Even as you know he always takes time to consider his next move, your pulse still ticks up with a spate of nerves. The lines on your spine continue and you do your best to temper your unease as the long moments inch by. 

Eventually, a rumble reverberates in his chest. Your ears prick up.

“You don’t have to do that, babygirl, not before you’re ready. Just because it slipped out in the heat of the moment doesn’t mean it has to be set in stone.” Boba shifts to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you impossibly closer. “I know there are more risks for you than me in our relationship.”

You hate the far off note of despair in his voice. You hate the way he sounds like he’s resigned himself to a truth that isn’t at all what it has to be. “No,” you sit up on your elbow to cup his cheek, “there’s not. Not in any way that matters to me. You’re-”

“Princess, it’s okay, I-”

You silence him with a kiss, suddenly feeling like you have to get the next words out of your body before they explode. “You’re worth the risk, Boba. You always will be. Every single day since I met you, you have done nothing but prove that to me.” Your pace picks up as your truth spreads its wings. “I was afraid before, not of being with you but of what others would think about my preferences. I didn’t want them to judge me and think I was only with you because I have “daddy issues” or whatever, not because I love you more than I thought people could. And I know my parents will be shocked but all they want is what’s best for me, and you’re what’s best for me. I know this now—and I’m not ashamed of it.”

As quickly as you started, you run out of steam. No longer inflated with the sense of frantic urgency you had before, you sag back down onto his chest. A quiet second flicks by, then Boba’s grabbing you, hauling you up into his arms to kiss you like a man desperate to live. He says nothing, his lips working against yours in fervent passion but you can feel the sentiment he doesn’t speak. Each pass of his tongue and nip of his teeth communicate more than any words could: his joy in your self-realization, the excitement of proclaiming your love to the world at long last. Your only wish is that you could have given him this sooner.

When he finally lets you break for air, his handsome face is lit up with a smile more radiant than any sun. Whispering your name with a reverence of only the truly devoted, he brushes his nose over yours. “Babygirl, I… I’m so proud of you. You never cease to amaze me.”  He sweeps his lips over yours again. “I love you. Always have, always will.”

Besides his love, Boba’s greatest gift is his forthrightness. You never have to guess with him and now, no one else will have to either. They’ll know where his loyalties lay. 

“That’s a good thing,” you tease into a quick kiss. “Because all my aunties, and uncle Stephen, are going to be very jealous that you’re off the market.”

Boba chuckles in that bone-deep way that always makes you warm all over. “I didn’t realize I was in such high demand.”

You push yourself up on his chest. “Oh, don’t lie to me, Boba Fett. I’ve seen the way you flirt and wink at them. They eat it up and you know it!” 

Sitting up with you, he grins. “Just being polite, princess. You’re not jealous, are you?”

Maker, how could you ever be jealous of anyone after the sex you’d just had?

“Oh, not at all. Because at the end of the night, you’re coming home with me.” You smirk up at him. “Speaking of which, we better get back out there before those same aunties start tearing the house up looking for you.”

“Only if you promise not to clean up and put these panties back on for me, darling girl,” he counters with a devilish smirk of his own.

Giggling, you bite your lip. “Anything for you, Daddy.”

He’s worth the risk.  

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 11: map / word count: 755 cw:implied sexual content

The situation is this, in two days it's the wedding of his two best friends IN THE WORLD, which is wonderful and James is so excited for them after all they had to go through to get to this moment. He honestly loves them from the bottom of his heart, but maybe he would love them more if they hadn't decided to have the wedding IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOTHING. When they decided to have it in France since Sirius and his brother lived there with their uncle from the moment they ran away from their parents' house, the idea sounded sensational, but upon discovering the great little detail that it would be in a small rural village with zero signs in English, James slowly began to panic a little.

And here he is now, without a map since his phone lost all signal and internet access and subsequently ran out of battery, stuck in an old unheated rental car on a dirt road waiting for an endless flock of sheep to cross and not knowing a lick of French apart from "Bonjour" which won't help in this situation. Oh, and it's now pouring. Fantastic.

And you see, of course James has already considered going out and shooing the sheep out of the way, but contemplating he doesn't know where he's going, that wouldn't be good for the sheep who are probably just trying to get back to their pen, or anyone else. That's the only reason, of course it's not because he's afraid of the sheep. Definitely it isn't. 

When the daylight was almost completely gone and James was resigned to die waiting there (why do they need so many sheep in such a small town), a tapping on his window made him jump out of surprise at the thought that the sheep had finally agreed to hasten his death. A horse and its rider were standing by his window, but in order to see his face James had to roll down the pane and poke his head slightly out of the window.

"Vous avez besoin d'aide?" 

James had never regretted not speaking French as much as he did at this moment. The man on the horse looked like something straight out of a "Horse and Rider" magazine, but hotter. With his shiny black boots, wet shirt clinging to his body highlighting his strong arms and abs, and black curls accompanied by the most stunning pair of silver eyes James had ever seen in his life. So what if he wants this god to fold him in half? Sue him.

"Sorry, I don't speak French," James said sadly, putting an end to his fantasy.

"No problem, I just asked if you needed any help." replied the man on horseback in such a fluent way catching him off guard, but with a divinely thick accent. Fantasy resumed.

Oh, a deity had definitely decided to come down from Olympus to personally help James.

Later, inside the castle that Reg called home, and insisted on taking him because, and quoting him, "it's dangerous to drive around here so late at night, lots of wild animals", James emerged from the shower with only a towel wrapped around his hips, not expecting the silver-eyed man to be waiting for him with clean, dry clothes in the room. 

Nothing could have prepared him for the heat he felt as he was scanned up and down by that hungry gaze. So in a moment of enlightenment he remembered the only French phrase he knew.

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"

"God, if you weren't so hot I'd be feeling so much cringe right now."

James's prayers of being folded in half were answered that night.

The next morning, he awoke to feel the warmth on his right side move and Sirius's horrified screams.

Hold on. Rewind. 

Sirius? So he was able to find the address in the end?

"Really James? My baby brother? And this is why you weren't answering your phone? We thought you were dead!"

Oh, so it is “Reg” as in Regulus. Wow.

“I died and went to heaven.” 

And in the blink of an eye Sirius was on top of him trying to throttle him.

In the end, all the necessary explanations were given. Sirius wasn't happy at first to learn that Regulus and James could become more than a one-night stand, but he eventually accepted it and the wedding went off without a hitch.

James had never been so grateful for a flock of sheep before.

[hotreadingwitch]

Daemon x Reader - Flea Bottom

Content Warnings/Kinks: incest (consensual relationship between a niece and uncle), imprisonment/abuse of women mentioned briefly (in the context of war), hickeys, finger sucking, praise kink, degradation, oral sex (reciprocal), rough oral (male receiving)/light face fucking, cum swallowing, creampie, rough sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

Flea Bottom

Meet me outside the dragon pit

The note had said. Y/n walked through the underground halls, tracing the stones with her hand as she went until she reached the right area. Standing at the darkened entrance was a cloaked figure. She approached, her breath hitching when he removed his hood, revealing her uncle's short blonde hair, that bold Targaryen colour, the same as her own. 

"Princess" Daemon greeted. 

"Uncle" she returned. 

He approached her carefully, caressing her cheek with the softest touch before placing a loose, woollen hat on her head, covering her long blond hair. He then grabbed her hand, intertwining his callused fingers with her delicate ones. As they walked, soon leaving the palace grounds, heading toward Flea Bottom, Y/n whispered: 

"Where are we going?" 

"You'll see" he responded, a small smile teasing his lips. 

As they wound their way through the streets of King's Landing, Y/n noticed everything from the fire-eating street performers to the poor children begging for loose change. The twisty cobblestone streets and looming stone buildings intrigued her as she'd only ever seen the city through the windows of the palace carriages. 

Soon, they reached a rickety, wooden door. Daemon knocked gently and an older woman quickly appeared, showing them inside. Y/n had never been in an establishment like this one. There was a bar and some tables in the central part of the room but there were also many hallways that led off to smaller rooms that Y/n assumed were for the various other pleasures being offered by the staff. 

Daemon waved his hand as they sat down at a wooden table in the corner, signalling to the barkeep for two drinks. Once they arrived Y/n drank hers greedily, taking the opportunity to drink the wines her father prohibited her from having in court. She chatted easily with Daemon, first recounting his victory in the Stepstones. 

"Did you take any women in your spoils of war?" Y/n questioned. 

"No" Daemon grunted, smirking at her, before lowering his voice, adopting a more serious tone, "You should know I am not that kind of soldier princess" 

"But do you take any women to bed beside your wife?"

"I take as many women as I please" 

"Then why don't you take me?" She questioned, her voice slightly slurred from the wine which was going to her head. 

Daemon stood, taking an aggressive stance. 

"Come with me" he clipped harshly. 

He then grabbed her wrist, dragging her from the main area of the building to a back room that's entrance was covered by various draped silks and cloths. He pushed her forward so that she stumbled toward the wall, towering before her, his lust palpable. 

"There's nothing more that I want than to take you as mine" he whispered as he came closer to her, his tall frame towering over her menacingly, "I want to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck your stupid little cunt until you can barely breathe" 

"Then take me" she whispered back, her voice harsh, "I do not fear you as the others do Daemon...I am yours if you wish" 

Daemon's lips crashed onto hers and in a single second, she was kissing him back with fervour. Y/n moaned at Daemon's roaming hands as they gripped her sides, her breasts, and her ass cheeks. Listlessly, she pulled at the hem of his shirt, encouraging him to strip. He obeyed silently, removing his clothing until he stood naked before her. Immediately, as if her body was working according to its own devices, she fell to her knees in front of him. 

"You're sure princess?" He cocked his head, looking down at her. 

"Yes," she whispered back. 

Daemon reached forward, caressing her face gently, taking in her beauty. His callused fingers made their way from her jaw to her chin to her lips.

"Open" he commanded. 

She complied, opening her mouth, her pussy becoming slicker and slicker due to his dominant tone. He slid two fingers into her mouth which she immediately sucked on, being careful not to bite down. 

"That's it" he praised, his cock hardening at the sight, "You want my cock in your mouth?"

Y/n nodded, opening her mouth even more, and looking up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. He thrust himself slowly in and out of her mouth, tangling his fingers in her hair, encouraging her as he did, 

"Yes, just like that, so good for me getting my cock wet, such a good little slut"

She moaned onto him, the vibrations sending a chill up his spine. After bobbing on his cock, and picking up speed, she detached from him, taking a second to spit on her hands before rubbing them together and beginning to please the base of his shaft. She then returned her mouth to his tip, sucking lightly on it as she stroked his length. 

"Mmm," he groaned, impressed with her skill. 

She picked up her pace, bobbing on the tip of his cock while stroking him with her hands, pleasing him until his breathing was almost ragged. His hands, which were tightly tangled in her hair, guided her up and down his shaft, causing her to gag. 

"Such a good girl" he groaned, "keep gagging for me"

Saliva trickled out of the side of Y/n's mouth and tears began to form in her eyes, threatening to spill onto her face. Daemon slid a hand out of her hair and wiped at them before they even fell. In a second, he heaved and Y/n could tell he was close. 

"Gods you're good—so good princess" he groaned as he came, ropes of white cum coating Y/n's throat. 

When he had calmed Y/n stood, his hungry eyes watching her, and appeased him by swallowing his cum, her eyes rolling back at the taste. She then brought her lips gently to his; Daemon's were soft and they almost bruised her own with their intensity. As they kissed, their tongues engaged in some sort of dance. Daemon walked her back to the bed that was in the corner, easily lifting her up onto the silky sheets. 

Still in her clothes, Y/n lay waiting for his next move and surely enough his kisses moved slowly down to the crook of her neck, making her moan, while his hands busied themselves removing her shirt and pants. His mouth parted from her only once when he needed to get the fabric over her head. 

"Daemon" she breathed, her voice soft and full of need. 

"I know darling" he huffed, the air blowing a tuft of his blonde hair that had curled in front of his face, "I know" 

She leaned back and sunk into the mattress and its many cushions, allowing Daemon to crawl before her. 

"Let me see" he commanded with a hint of desperation.

Y/n spread her legs wide, gasping as she felt Daemon's cold, strong hands on her legs. He caressed her skin, warming her up, causing her to sigh. 

Knowing she had his attention, Y/n dipped her fingers low until she reached her hole which was already wet with desire. Daemon's pupils dilated at the sight of her slipping her fingers up and down her folds and into her pussy. His cock was hard already but nothing could've prepared him for the sight of Y/n taking her pussy-slicked fingers and sucking on them. She grinned, delighted by how much he seemed to enjoy watching her play with herself. 

"Darling" he groaned, "I need to taste your cunt...please let me taste you" 

He licked his lips, kissing her jaw harshly before repeating, 

"Please" 

Y/n nodded, pulling him toward her by gripping his short blonde curls. Daemon kissed down her chest and stomach until he reached her pussy, desperately needing to taste her himself. 

She gasped as his mouth connected with her. She was already wet which caused Daemon to groan as he licked a stripe up from her hole to her clit, finally tasting her. She squirmed when he began, using his tongue to flick gently at her clit. But he quickly transitioned, roughly sucking at both her lips and at her clit, causing her hips to start bucking upward, meeting his skilled tongue. 

"Daemon" she moaned, her voice breathy. 

His hands caressed the outer sides of her thighs as his tongue licked and licked her. She reached down, her hands brushing his before intertwining with them, gripping them for support. His tongue was bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

She groaned, feeling even more pleasure than before when he slipped a long finger up into her pussy. With it, he brushed again and again against that desperate spot within her. Wet sounds filled the room as her pussy practically gushed around him. 

"Daemon" she whined, repeating his name, this time with more need than ever. 

The combined feeling of her clit being sucked at and her hole being pleased was too much for her body to take. 

"Yes, yes" she moaned as her body began to convulse.

Y/n's orgasm washed over her, filling her with indescribable pleasure. She whimpered, her moans quiet and breathy as the feeling calmed down, leaving her desperate for him in a different way. 

Daemon looked up at Y/n from where he was, his chin covered in her sticky cum. He licked his lips, the lust still present in his eyes causing her to whine. 

"You want it?" He questioned, his voice a deep rumble. 

Y/n nodded. Daemon smirked before kissing his way up her body, the feeling of his soft lips on her cold skin making her shiver and her nipples harden. He paused for a second at her breasts, kneading one in his left hand and sucking roughly on the other with his wet mouth. 

"Mmm—Daemon—mm" she groaned at the feeling, squirming under his touch. 

As he kissed her, she gripped his bare hips, pulling him closer to her, moving his cock so that it ground against her clit each time he moved. 

"You like that princess?" He questioned cheekily, breaking away from her breasts for a moment before attacking her neck, "I'm going to leave so many marks on you...I want everyone to wonder who you belong to...who's fucking you so good like this" 

"Daemon please" she begged, scratching at his back, needing to feel him inside of her. 

Daemon grunted as he gripped her hips before flipping her around so that she was on all fours, her ass bare, pussy exposed to him. They both moaned as he slipped into her tight hole but nothing compared to the string of profanities that came out of Y/n when he started thrusting in and out of her...it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" she whined, gripping the sheets tightly, her pussy squeezing around Daemon. 

He leaned down, pushing back the strands of her long blonde hair and placing a needy kiss on her neck, "Such a dirty mouth princess...such a perfect fucking cunt" 

She smiled to herself while pushing her hips back to meet every one of Daemon's strong thrusts. Y/n was breathing heavily, her body already overwhelmed by how much pleasure she was feeling. A shiver went up her spine as she heard Daemon's low voice in her ear again. 

"I need you to do something for me darling" he started, his breath hot, "I need you to take those pretty little fingers and rub your clit" 

She nodded lazily, her head bobbing simply in response to his command. When she slicked her fingers and made contact with her already aroused clit, she whined loudly. Daemon continued pounding his cock in and out of her pussy, groaning at how she was tightening up around him. 

"Turn around" he then ordered. 

Y/n let herself be flipped back around, her back sinking into the mattress below. Daemon immediately slid back into her. As he fucked her Y/n continued to rub herself, chasing her own pleasure while adding to his. She was so wet and he was fucking her so good that the air quickly filled with the wet noises of skin slapping against skin. 

"Oh yes" she moaned, "Oh Gods that's good" 

Daemon leaned forward, placing his forehead against hers as he thrust deeply into her. 

"Fuck" he groaned, "That's it darling" 

Soon, the feeling surged forward, overwhelming her completely. 

"Please" she begged breathily, "don't stop" 

"I won't darling" he grunted as he ground down into her with his perfectly curved cock, "I won't" 

Y/n's back lifted up off of the mattress, her stomach shaking as she came, the waves of her orgasm making her clit throb and her insides pulse around his cock.

"Ahh," she cried, her moans full of pleasure.

"That's it darling" he returned as his breath hitched and he began to cum in her. 

Her pussy throbbed and throbbed, feeling fuller than ever. Panting heavily she looked at him and smiled, taking his face in her hands, pulling him close, and kissing him gently as if to say thank you, both their cum dripping onto the mattress below. 

"Daemon" she whimpered as she calmed down. 

He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there before placing a single kiss on her pillowy, raw lips.

"Ao issi ñuhon, dōrī forget bona ao sytilībagon naejot issa" he said, his voice husky. You are mine, never forget that you belong to me. 

"Dōrī" she agreed. Never 

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Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series Chapter Two

Summary: Jungkook comes over and makes dinner for a very sleepy Luna Pairing: Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 5.9k~ Warnings: No real warning since I don't wanna spoil it 🤭 Start from the beginning

Trudging down the hall I punch in the access code and open the door to my apartment. I take my shoes off, set my stuff down, throw myself on my bed and scream into my pillow letting out all of the pent up anger and frustration I'm left with as a result of my shift today.

I flip over onto my back after letting out a heavy sigh and stare up at the ceiling, "There's no way there are that many stupid fucking people in this city" I say aloud. From drunks, pda obsessed teenagers, to perverts and really anything in between that can be labeled as a nuisance, I've dealt with. And that just in one day.

"I really need to get a new job" I huff rubbing my eyes, not minding the fact that I still have makeup on and sit up. Letting out another sigh I walk over to the kitchen to start making dinner. Or more like a late night snack at this point since it's already midnight. I still can't believe uncle made me stay this late, I guess it's just further punishment for being late today.

Looking inside my fridge I see that I have absolutely nothing to eat, "Great". I should've just picked something up at the store before I came home but I was too tired to even think about staying there another second. Picking up my phone to figure out what stores might be open at this hour I end up being interrupted by a FaceTime call.

"Hey Kook" I mumble, "Hey! What's wrong?" he asks, going from his smiling face to a concerned one. "Nothing really, just tired is all. I was thinking about walking over to the corner store near me to grab something for dinner real quick since I forgot to go grocery shopping the other day." I admit.

"This late? No, you stay home I'm coming over" he says getting up to grab his stuff. "No it's fine don't worry I'll figure something out" I say touched by his offer but feeling guilty at the same time. "Nope I don't care I'm coming over, any special requests?" he asks, picking the phone back up after putting his jacket on.

"You can pick" I say, happy at the thought of spending some time together. "Okay, can I spend the night?" he questions looking around his room for what I can only assume is his wallet.

"Do you even have to ask?" I chuckle, shaking my head. "I'm just checking" he laughs "I'll be there soon okay?". "Thank you, you're a lifesaver!" I breath out, feeling bless to have someone like him in my life. "Anything for you" he says and quickly ends the call. Smiling at his sentiment I turn my phone off and start getting ready for bed, it's just him so I don't feel the need to get dressed in anything other than comfortable clothes. 

I decide to take a quick shower as well to hopefully get rid of all the tension and irritation I still have built up in my body from all of the madness today. Luckily tomorrow I have the day off so I don't have to worry about going back there until the weekend. Although I'm working long shifts, at least I get to hang out with Jungkook again later on. 

I hear the door to my apartment open and close signaling his arrival, "Luna?" he calls out, trying to find me. "I'm in the shower, I'll be out in a sec" I yell hoping he can hear me over the running water. "Okay" he shouts back. I rush to finish up and walk out while still drying my hair with a towel, the atmosphere feeling so much lighter with him around. 

"You really didn't have to do this for me" I say walking over to him. "It's okay I wanted to, plus you looked tired so I didn't want you to have to worry about going out" he responds, bringing me in for a hug. He lets go after a while and nods towards the bathroom. 

"But I wanna eat first" I say pouting. "I don't care, go dry your hair. It's cold and I don't want you to be shivering all night because you're 'too lazy' to do it after we eat. Plus, I just brought some soup so it'll be easy to reheat. Now go!" he says raising his voice a bit at the end in an authoritative but playful manner. I roll my eyes and make my way back into the bathroom to do as he says not without protest again.

By the time I'm finished he has everything set out, ready and waiting for me. I look up at him in astonishment realizing he actually bought all the ingredients to make the soup and not just take out. 

"What's this? I thought you were just gonna pick up something quick, you didn't have to do all of this" I say, looking over all that he's brought. "I wanted to get you a few more things as well so it just seemed easier to do it this way" he says putting in the final ingredients and cutting the heat. 

He brings the pot over to the table and makes sure to place a hot plate underneath before setting it down and then stands back up looking over at my shocked expression with an amused smile. 

"So are you gonna sit down or what?" he teases. I roll my eyes as a result and sit down, him following after grabbing a bottle of soju. I glance up at him surprised yet again, "Looked like you needed it" he says, yet again amused with my reaction. "You know me so well" I say smiling back at him.

After we finish eating we move over to the couch and he decides to get down to business, "Okay what's wrong?" I look up at him confused as to where this is coming from. "What do you mean?" I question, genuinely confused. "You just look like you're hiding something. Like you're more on edge these days" he explains. 

The fact that he can clock these things about me before I even start to realize it is sometimes scary. Looking back I seem to realize that there has been a lot on my mind lately. 

"If there's something you need help with or if you want someone to talk to you know I'm here right?" he reassures me. 

"I didn't really realize that something might be wrong until you just mentioned it. I guess I've been subconsciously avoiding it" I start trying to sort through the many things that might be contributing to my change in demeanor. "And what would that be?" he questions, encouraging me to continue.

"I would say mainly money. I've been thinking about getting a new job or even just working two jobs because of how expensive things are with me living on my own. I'm already tired as is so juggling two job is just too much to think about let alone actually go through with. Just when I think I'm getting ahead and feeling like I could survive off of one, something goes wrong" I say verbally processing it all. 

"What's been going wrong? Is it your brother?" he questions, placing his hand on top of my knee. "No he's fine. Well, he's stable for the moment so that's all I could ask for right now. It's just, I don't know, I'm starting to slack off at work these days and I've been showing up late almost every other day and the only reason I still have this job is because my uncle is the owner" I say, hating that I have to admit this to him. 

"I just can't find the motivation to get up and get out of bed most days. Even when I do wake up on time I'm still dragging my feet until I'm out the door. Then as soon as I step outside the panic starts to settle in and I'm stressing trying to get there on time, knowing damn well I'll be late anyways" I continue and take a deep breath before continuing. 

"When I finally get there I'm anxious so it makes it difficult to focus and then I get in trouble on top of that and, I don't know. It's just been really difficult for me to stay afloat in all aspects of my life if I'm being honest" I let out. 

He pulls me closer and rests my head on his chest and I wrap my arms around his torso. "That's a lot. Do you how long you've been feeling like this?" he asks while rubbing my back, keeping his emotions level in an effort to keep me calm. 

"I guess I just never had the time to really stop and think about it. I mean I would've told you sooner but we've both got our own lives and struggles that we have to deal with. I don't have as many opportunities to spend time with you so when I do, I don't want to put a damper on the mood. I wanna have fun when we're together so it would make me feel selfish if I was to take away from that" I say feeling sad at the realization. 

"We made a promise to not grow apart and still be there for one another remember? We promised to tell each other everything" he argues. I pull away a bit to look up at him "But that was when we were kids and we practically saw each other everyday. We had plenty of time together so I didn't feel bad telling you when I was sad or stressed or angry or anything because it would almost feel weird not to" I explain. 

"I don't care about any of that" he says leaning towards me to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "All I care about is you. You're my best friend and I want to be there for you, especially in those moments when you need someone to lean on. It's okay to ask for help, you don't have to be so strong all the time. Sometimes you need to feel weak and I want to be that person you can come to when you feel like that" he says cupping my face.

I close my eyes and lean into his touch, I start to feel tears welling up in my eyes so I go back to resting my head on his chest in an effort to hide them. "Thank you" I say, "For what?" he laughs. "For being my best friend. I just, I don't know what I'd do without you" I say bringing myself closer to him. 

"I don't know what I would do without you either. I need you to tell me when you're feeling like this okay?" he urges, "Okay" I agree, nodding into his chest. "Promise?" he says holding up his pinky finger. "Promise" I say as I wrap mine around his. 

"So what do you wanna do now?" I ask standing up and going to grab some more soju in an effort to break the ice and change the subject. "I don't mind, I'm here for you so whatever you wanna do is fine by me" he says. 

"Norebang?" I say with a smile on my face. "Norebang" he says smiling back. We spend the rest of the night singing, dancing and drinking in my apartment, helping me escape from reality for just a little bit. When I'm with him, it just feels like the rest of the world just fades away, like nothing else matters. It's just me and him against the world.

Once the last song plays we decide to sit down and take a breather while I start scouring the list to find the next one. "Luna" he says trying to get my attention. "Hm" is all I say in response still too focused on the task at hand. "I'm really glad I came" he admits while looking towards me with a fond smile. "Me too" I say mirroring his sentiment, taking my eyes off the screen. 

While I'm still looking over at him I can't help but see his eyes dart down to look at my lips and in turn I decide to glance down at his as well not knowing what kind of urge this might spark in him. He scoots closer to me and I can't help but widen my eyes in response. 

He settles next to me and I start to feel my heart rate pick up. He leans in and I shut my eyes, anxious as to what might happen but all I feel next is the remote being snatched out of my hand. I open my eyes realizing what just happened and reach out to take it back. 

"Hey! You said that I could pick the next song" I protest leaning up against him trying to grab it back as he stretches his arm out, making the remote out of my reach. "I changed my mind" he teases laughing at my effort. I in turn end up climbing onto his lap still trying to reach for the remote not really paying attention to what I'm doing and just focusing on my goal.

Then in a blink of an eye I find my back against the couch and Jungkook hovering over me. I can't help but feel confused with what his motive might be. "What are you doing?" I say feeling breathless. He looks down at me with a strong resolve and a mixed set  of emotions hiding in his expression but I can't quite tell what it is. 

I let my eyes wander, admiring each of his features. His rounded slightly hooded eyes, his strong brows, furrowed to match his intense gaze, his eyebrow piercing that he got over the summer, I never really liked them on guys but for some reason I can't help but think that it suits him well. 

Wandering down from there I take a second to glance at his scar which although he hates I can't help but adore since it's something that he's had since I met him and I wouldn't want to change a single thing about him. 

Ultimately my eyes wander and settle on his soft cupids bow, he hates how small his top lip looks but I think it's adorable and balances out with his full bottom lip but I tease him about it anyways and I end with staring at his lip rings for a second. Realizing moments later that we've been in this position for a while, I feel dumbfounded, not really know what to say or if I should say anything.

I glance up finally making eye contact with him again after taking in the view from his close proximity and I continue to let my question linger. 

"Can I kiss you?" he asks barely above a whisper. "I- what" I say feeling surprised by the request. "I said, can I kiss you?" he chuckles, repeating his question. "Why would you want to kiss me?" I question back. "I don't know, I just want to kiss you" he says settling on that explanation and not really wanting to elaborate on the subject further. 

I hesitate for a moment still not fully understanding how this happening and seeing my hesitation he backs off, giving me space to breathe, "It's okay just, just forget I said anything". 

Regaining a bit more awareness as to what just happened I sit up with a still perplexed expression and prod further. "No Jungkook why did you do that?" I say determined to get an answer. "I just, I don't know I've just been thinking about kissing you for a while and I wanted to see if you would let me" he says, looking down at his hands. Looking almost too embarrassed to meet my gaze. 

"But I'm your best friend, why would you wanna kiss me?" I say still not satisfied with his explanation. "Haven't you ever been curious about what it might be like to kiss me?" he questions finally looking up at me. "I-" I start not really knowing how to answer.

"It's okay you don't have to answer that" he says backing off the subject. "Well-" I start off after a period of silence. I can see his interest peek a bit hearing that I don't necessarily want to drop the subject. 

"It's just we're best friends right? So best friends shouldn't think about each other that way" I can see him start to wilt a bit, excitement starting to dwindle. "But I would be lying if I said I haven't thought about it before..." I say letting my voice get softer with each word. 

"So, would it be okay if I kiss you?" he questions trying to test the waters again. "But what would that mean for us?" I question not wanting to have a misunderstanding after the fact. "It doesn't necessarily have to mean anything. Unless you want it to" he finishes letting his voice trail off at the end. 

My heart starts beating faster and I feel apprehensive, still not sure if it's a good idea. One kiss won't hurt though, right? I think about it for a few more seconds before I respond "One kiss?". "One kiss" he responds. I then nod my head in approval and wait for him to make the next move. It was his idea so I want to see how he goes about carrying it out.

He turns towards me and studies my face making sure that I'm still okay with it. Once he sees that I haven't tried to back away he brings his hand up to cup the side of my face. I freeze a bit at the contact not really realizing the fact that this action is far more intimate than I had initially thought as he had done it so many times before. 

He takes his time and caresses my face looking at me with a kind of love that goes far beyond friendship. It scares me but at the same time I can't bring myself to look away. He looks down at my lips again seeing that I am unconsciously biting them, a habit of mine that he has grown to love. 

Leaning in he stops right before our noses touch and places his thumb on my bottom lip coaxing me to let it go and pushes his thumb between them in an effort to keep them apart. "Keep your mouth open for me okay?" he says in a deep tone that I have never heard from him before and I can't help but widen my eyes in shock at his request which in turn makes me widen my mouth even more. "Perfect" is all he says before placing his lips on mine.

It starts out slow and sweet, he feels how tense I am and takes that into account, leading the kiss and easing me into it. I unconsciously bring my hand up and place it on his chest trying to ground myself and I loosen up with every movement of our lips. 

He decides to deepen the kiss and I can feel him start to incorporate his tongue. I decided to let him do just that curious, as to what it might feel like. The kiss has been gentle so far so I can't help but want to see where it goes seeing that he wants more. 

He uses his tongue for a while and I can feel him retreat a bit almost coaxing me to use mine as well. I in turn follow his silent request and I get a new set of butterflies settling in my stomach. It takes a turn and gets a bit more intense when he guides me down into our previous position.

Tilting his head to the side he gets a bit more needy, wanting to switch up the pace. I start to feel a bit breathless and push back on his chest a bit to get his attention. He pull away and looks down at me in a questioning manner. "One kiss" is all I say and I can see him feel a bit disappointed but ultimately responds "One kiss". He sits up and I follow him and scoot back creating a bit more distance between us. 

After catching our breath for a bit I start to speak. "That was..." I say trailing off, not really knowing what to say. "Yeah" is all he says in response. He suddenly stands up and mumbles that he's going to the bathroom and gives me no time to respond before he goes through my bedroom and into the bathroom. 

I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding the second he closes the door. 'What was that? Why- why did I let him kiss me? Why did I let him kiss me like that? He said one kiss so why did I let it continue?' All of these questions start circling my brain but I push away the ones that would tell me all the emotions it had brought on. Taking a few deep breaths I try to calm myself down and bring my heart rate back to normal.

He spends quite a while in there before I hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on. Once he comes out I notice how red and swollen his lips have become. Even his small upper lip seems a bit bigger now. Did I really kiss him that hard? Coming and sitting on the couch next to me he doesn't make an effort to say anything. We sit there for a second and I don't really know what to do now or where to go from here. 

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" he asks while grabbing the remote. "A movie sounds great" I rush to respond. "Okay great" he says turning on a movie that we've both seen before. Luckily he picked an action movie without any romance. I don't think watching anything to do with romance would be a smart decision right now. If anything, it would just make this whole situation seem even more awkward. 

Feeling myself start to doze off a bit as the movie progresses I can't help but fall into the habit of resting my head on his lap. Once I do I feel myself start to drift off disregarding the suspenseful nature of the current scene and surrendering to the feeling. 

I feel his legs tense up a bit at first contact but ultimately relaxes again after a second or two. He brings his hand up and starts tentatively running his fingers through my hair, ultimately coaxing me into a deeper slumber.

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As I watch Luna slowly fall asleep I can't help but feel glad at the fact that even though we might've seemed awkward after the kiss it seems like she still wants to go back to being normal. Seeing her fall into her habit of falling asleep in my lap just proves that fact. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed at that fact but I don't want to try and force anything on her.

Placing my arm around her back and the other under her knees I pick her up and carry her over to her bed and in the process she takes a hold of my shirt and shifts closer to me in an effort to steady herself while still half asleep making me smile. 

Once I place her down on the bed I still feel her strong grip on my shirt and as I go to place my hand on hers to encourage her to let go I hear her mumble "Stay with me" in her cute sleepy voice. I can't help but smile at her neediness "Always" is all I say in response knowing that she probably can't hear me but doing so all the same. I place my hand on hers and the warmth of my palm makes her loosen up a bit so I have a chance to release her hold on me.

I look at her once again admiring her from the close proximity and decide to place a featherlight kiss on her forehead. She stirs a bit in her sleep and flips over onto her side in an effort to make herself more comfortable. I laugh at her stubbornness, grabbing my clothes and heading into to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

Once I'm done I slip into bed next to her and do my best not to wake her. She ends up sensing my presence in her unconscious state all the same and rests her head on my chest and wraps her arm around my torso. Laughing at her I shake my head and bring her closer to me. "Goodnight Luna" is all I say before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Waking up the next morning I realize Luna has already gotten up and I can smell the sent of bacon and egg which coaxes me out of bed. Doing my best to stay quiet I sneak up on her and wrap my arms around her waist like I always do. I hear her take in a sharp breath as her reaction to my sudden presence. 

"Good Morning" I say in her ear looking over her shoulder to see what she's doing. "Um good morning, breakfast is almost ready if you want to set the table" she says clearing her throat at the end. "Sure" is all I say in response before kissing her temple and going to do as she said. 

Once everything is ready and on the table we sit down and start eating. "So what's the occasion?" I ask trying to get her attention. She's been pretty silent since I came out and I can't help but feel a bit worried. 

"What do you mean? There's no special occasion" I raise my brow at her response and nod towards all the food she made. "Oh well I mean it's been a while since I made an American breakfast and you happened to bring all the ingredients so I figured I might as well make it for a change. Plus you made dinner last night so I thought it would only be fair if I-" "Luna everything looks great. Thank you" I say cutting off her incessant nervous rambling. She's cute when she gets nervous but I'll show her some mercy for right now.

"So what are your plans for today?" I ask while taking a bite of the waffles she made. "Oh nothing so far, I really haven't given it a lot of thought. This week has been pretty hectic as is so I figured I would just stay home. Do you have any plans today?" she asks reciprocating my interest. 

"I think some guys from my school wanted to meet up for drinks tonight or something like that. You should come! I've been meaning to introduce you to them for a while now but we just never had the chance" I say hoping she'll take me up on my offer. 

"I don't know Kook, I'm not really in the social kind of mood" I deflate a bit at her downright rejection but I understand she's been under a lot of stress lately. "Okay are you sure? I don't want you staying home alone and feeling sad all day" I say feeling a bit concerned. 

"I won't be sad all day don't worry. You coming over has put me in a good mood so don't worry. I've just got some stuff to take care of here at the house and I wanted to have a self care kind of day" she responds and I can see that she needs it based off of how exhausted she seems despite just waking up.

"Okay, I believe you. Just be sure to call me if you want me to come back. I really don't mind bailing on them if you need me" I say reassuring her. Seeing how close to tears she was last night and how she's acting this morning has got me worried. I might be overreacting but I just want to make sure she'll be okay and that things won't get bad again. 

"I should probably get going then so you can get started on that. I forgot I have an assignment due on Monday anyways so should probably get that out of the way before I go out tonight. Do you want me to help you clean up?" I question letting her know I have time to help her out. 

"No it's okay don't worry about it. I'll be cleaning all day so I don't mind doing this as well" she declines, granting me a genuine smile. "Alright well I'm gonna go get cleaned up and then I'll head out. Do you mind if I take a shower?" I question getting up and putting my plate and cup on the counter as well as placing the juice back in the fridge. 

"Yeah go ahead. You don't have to ask me stuff like that anymore Kook, my house is your house" she says laughing at me. "Hey just because you're my best friend doesn't mean that I can't be polite" I say ruffling her hair even though I know she hates it. "Tell that to Grey" she says while fixing her disheveled state. I laugh at her while walking over to her room to take that quick shower that I had mentioned before I go.

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While Jungkook is in the shower I let out a deep sigh and start cleaning up. I know I'm acting weird and I know he notices it but I'm just not sure how I should act after that kiss. I feel like it was more than just a kiss to him and I don't really know what to do with that information. 

After doing the dishes I head over to my room to get changed but then remember that Jungkook's still washing up. I decide to sit in the living room and wait for him to finish, taking a break from all the work I did this morning. 

I look up once he opens the door and my breath catches in my throat at the sight of him shirtless with wet hair. I've seen him like that countess times before but I can't help but feel flustered this morning. 

"Luna" he calls out for me. "Huh? What?" I say snapping myself back into reality. "I asked if I could borrow your hair dryer" he says with an amused smile on his face. "Oh uh yeah it's in the cabinet under the sink" I say looking away, embarrassed that he caught me low key checking him out. "Thanks" he responds with a slight chuckle at the end before going back into the bathroom and closing the door.

"Luna wake up wake up wake up! This Jungkook we're talking about okay, stop it!" I say aloud, careful to keep it quiet enough so he won't be able to hear. I shake my head trying to get rid of the image of Jungkook shirtless and just when I think I've managed to erase it for the time being he comes out without a shirt on again. 

"Hey I forgot to grab an extra shirt before I came here. Do you have one here that I could use?" he questions knowing that I steal his clothes half the time. I can't help it okay? He dresses well and we have similar styles, luckily he doesn't seem to mind it too much though. 

"Yeah there's probably something in the closet" I say, looking at my phone so I don't betray myself by gawking at him again. He nods and heads over and finds his grey 'Flare Up' shirt and slips it over his head. My eyes betray me and I end up checking him out from the back watching his tiny waist disappear under the baggy shirt. Man I would kill to have a figure like that man.

"Alright I'm gonna head out, call me if you need me okay?" he says reiterating his offers from earlier. I get up to walk him out, helping him grab whatever else he might've forgotten on the way there. "Okay I will" I respond with a soft smile. "And if you change your mind the offer still stands for coming out with us tonight, just let me know and I'll come get you". 

"Alright alright get going" I joke, "Don't you have an assignment to work on?" he looks puzzled for a second and then remembers the conversation we had earlier. "Yes I do! Thanks for reminding me. What would I do without you?" he says giving me a hug before bending down to put his shoes on. "Be bored and miserable?" I question laughing. 

"You're probably right, but at least I wouldn't have as many headaches" he says teasing me and booping me on the nose for good measure. "Hey!" I say pouting at his teasing. "Just kidding, all the headaches in the world are worth it if I get to keep you" he says wrapping me in a big embrace again before turning to grab the handle. "Thanks?" I question confused at whether I should take that as a compliment or not.

He laughs at my dumbfounded appearance and shouts a "Love you loser" while walking down the hall "See ya weirdo" I respond, laughing at his constant carefree nature. "What am I gonna do with this man?" is all I can say to myself as I feel another swirl of emotions building up inside of me.

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Uncle. (Pt. 5 of Her Revenge Series)

After the encounter with my ex friends, I was rigid not wanting anything to fail. Refusing to let something slip. I sighed as I looked at the mirror seeing my skin with its flaws, my hair misbehaving, and I scowled. Hurriedly fixing it and tying it up out of my face.

"GET THE FUCK UP EVERYONE!!" I shouted annoyed.

"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N ITS 12 FUCKING AM!" Dabi shouts back as he stumbles down stairs.

"TODAY IS THE FINAL STAGE OF MY PLAN SO HURRY YOUR ASSES UP!!! The heroes as according to my plan, are spread thin, including the UA students. The airports were shut down 7 hours ago due to the riots no one gets in or out. So, it's time to execute the final stage." I say professionally, my mood swing scaring him a little.

"Yeah, yeah," Shigiraki says.

We all load up into the vans aside from Toga and Spinner doing their private assignments of killing lower ranked heroes and taking blood. As we drive there is scarce talking until I pause.

"Why isn't Kurogiri just portaling us over?" I ask.

"His powers don't work there genius," Dabi says.

"But why isn't he just portalling us outside the gates?" I say internally face palming.

"We're fucking idiots." Shigiraki says turning around the van.

"Yup." I nod along.

We portal over and walk in, killing the few remaining guards. As we walk, there is no sound aside from a dripping and the occasional creaking it's the perfect horror movie jail set. We keep walking until we see it the maximum security with 7 guards remaining guarding the door and a retinal scan needed to enter the area. I look at the others and as none of them move i decide to take initiative.

I climb up the wall and crawl on the ceiling, jumping down behind the guard closest to the door and strangling him with my thighs muffling all his sounds with my legs before I land on the ground silently. I use a purple glowing chain made of my magic with a scythe head attached and swing it a few times while creating a purple fog making it harder to see me as I take them out one by one. I allow the chain to dissappear and grab one of the guards head and hold to the retinal scanner.

The door opens and reveals 10 more guards inside. I pause and sigh, just flicking my wrist, and my magic becomes curved spikes moving like vines that impale all of them in an instant. I turn around to the others and have a motion signalling them to hurry up. As we walk through more and more sections, they kill the few guards left alone until I stop walking and hold up my hand.

I walk to the final door, my veins and eyes glowing a deep purple as I lay my hands against it my brows knit as my magic moves like a snake through all the gears and mechanisms and it undoes it. I then just wave a hand, my eyes still glowing, and I crumple the door into the size of a marble and drop it i watch as it falls through multiple floors of the building and I walk through.

"Hello, Uncle. Good to see you."

"Why didn't you do that with the first door?" Mr. Compress asks.

"Didn't feel like it." I shrug carelessly

"Hello honey, glad to see you, especially after that message you sent me. Tsk tsk they have made quite the powerful enemy of you." All For One says.

I smile sinisterly as a cruel laugh slips out.

-V3ng3anc3

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Where My Demons Hide (A Zak Bagans Story) Pt. 2

Requested By: @goth-cowgirl-03

WARNINGS: Language

Notes: Unlike the first part this is pure FLUFF. Like no joke.

Zakkk: I’m sorry Y/N. I need time.

Zakkk: I think u do too.

That was the last text Zak had sent me since that night. It’s been only a month but the radio silence made it feel like a lifetime.

I explained to him what had happened the night before… How he was attacked and… and I thought I helped him… I told him how we ended up in bed together, and how, as it turns out, he was possessed the entire time he’d made love to me.

He quickly got dressed and went for a walk. While he was gone I got dressed, eliminated the buzz killing dickwad who was still lingering in the room and walked back to my room with the heavy weight of shame on my shoulders.

Now as I lay in my bed not wanting to get up, I sigh and put my phone back on the bedside table. As soon as I did a wave of nausea hit me full force and I darted to the bathroom. Once I kneeled over the toilet there was no stopping it. Looking at it you would think I’d thrown up every meal I’d had for the past week.

Empty of sustinence I flushed the toilet and sat down beside it to catch my breath. As I did my hand went up to my stomach to give it a much needed massage. My hand froze though when I touched myself. I looked down and gasped. The entire area between my hips was swollen, not dramatically so but enough to be noticeable. “Not possible…” I whispered. But once I felt the slightest nudge against my hand I knew…

“UNCLE LUCI YOU PIECE OF SHI-!” I was cut off by the sound of my doorbell. I groaned and pulled myself up.

As I made my way to my room to get my robe I sent a silent prayer to my father.

Uncle Luci did it. The Big A is on its way.

I threw my robe on and ran downstairs, sashing it as I did.

I looked through the peep hole not expecting to see anyone important; maybe the mailman, or Amazon. Instead of them though, Zak stood on my doorstep. Fucking great.

I sighed and opened the door. “Hey,” I greeted him.

“Hey, um, are you feeling okay?”

“Do I look that shitty?”

“Well, yeah, kind of…”

“Awesome,” I said unenthusiastically. “Um, is there something you wanted?”

“Um, I just wanted to talk but if you’re not up to it-”

“I was about to call you anyway,” I said stepping aside.

He stepped inside and started towards the living room. I followed close by but froze when a voice caught my attention.

Who is the mother?

“Y/N? You alright?” I held up a finger and pointed upward. A signal he grew to know very well.

They put him in me.

And the vessel father?

He’s standing right in front of me.

“Sorry about that, dad and I needed to have a very urgent chat,” I said.

“Should we be worried?” Zak asked.

“Not if we do things right,” I said. “Which is why I was gonna call you.”

“And here I was about to talk about, well, that night… I guess that can wait though.”

“Actually it has exactly to do with what happened that night,” I said before undoing the knot on my robe. “Try not to panic, okay? Neither of us could’ve seen this coming…”

“Seen wha-” I cut him off by opening my robe exposing my belly. “THE FUCK?!”

“I told you not to panic,” I said. “Fear is the last thing either of us should feel right now.”

“I-I mean is it mine? The fuck am I thinking of course it is,” Zak buried his head in his hands.

“It’s only partially yours,” I explained. “The human part is very much you. It also has bit of me, and a part of the demon that put it in here.” Zak’s head shot up.

“Demon?” I nodded.

“For eons his kind had gone by one name,” I held my stomach and tears erupted from my eyes. “Antichrist.”

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Zak muttered. “Does this mean...did… did we just end the fucking world?”

“No,” I whispered. “Well, I mean we basically puts it fate in our hands. If we do things right he will grow to be the most powerful being on this planet but he won’t be evil. If we fuck up though…”

“It will be the ultimate fuck up,” Zak finished. “And there’s nothing we can do right now, you know like an abortion or..?”

“He’s growing too fast and even if we did they would only try again with someone else,” I said. “I’m not the only Nephilim in the world remember?”

The shock wouldn’t leave Zak’s face. I walked over to the couch where he was and sat down beside him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry you’re involved in this…” He turned to me but didn’t say anything, hell he wouldn’t even look at me in the face, his eyes froze over the bump. Still staring he slowly reached out and placed his hand on my stomach. There was another nudge in response.

Zak gasped. “It really is growing fast. I take it we don’t have the normal nine months to prepare.”

“Nope,” I muttered.

His hand then fell from my stomach down to my hand. He took my hand in his and held it tight. “I’m with you every step of the way.” He said sounding like he was making a promise to himself, to me, and to his child. “I love you, Y/N. More than I’ve ever loved anyone before… and evil or not I will love this baby for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too,” I whispered before Zak leaned in and enveloped my lips with his. Somehow this kiss felt different than the ones we shared that night. It was more warm, loving, and well… human.

After a while we pulled back and Zak just held me against him. “There’s something we have to do before anything else, though.”

“What?”

I looked up at him, smiling weakly. “How do you feel about getting married?”

[mino-diabolik]

DARK FATE — Mystic 「Dark Prologue」

[ General Prologue ]

「Monologue」

The moon will soon bleed upon the sky. The clock nears the end of the day. It signals the start of end times. Watch him go round and round… Chasing someone he wishes he could love. How much longer will he stall? How much longer will he starve?

[ Location: Hallway — Mukami Mansion ]

—Footsteps—

Ruki: Ugh... This headache is not going away.

It seems like the eclipse has begun taking effect.

—Crash! Bam!—

A muffled argument can be heard in the other room.

Yui: Eh?!

Kou: Ah! What the hell?!

Yuma: You——How the fuck did you get in?!

Ruki startles.

Ruki: What...?!

[ Location: Living Room ]

Mystic: ——Thank Lucifer! You're actually here!

No one came to open when I knocked! I almost tore down the door!

Yuma: Why're ya here?!

Mystic: Are you guys okay?! Where are Ruki and Azusa?

Yui: Azusa is—

Azusa: I'm here...

Mystic: Oh, fuck!

Footsteps. Ruki emerges.

Ruki: ——What's going on in here?

Mystic: Why the hell are you guys still in the Human Realm?! Don't you guys know there's an eclipse goin' on?

Yuma: 'Course we know! Why else would I be feelin' like absolute shit right now?!

Ruki: Besides, heading to the Demon Realm during the Lunar Eclipse would not be any better.

Mystic: ( Right... Considering how time passes over there, the eclipse will last much longer than here in the Human Realm.

Still—— )

Promise you that there are currently worse things to worry about...

Ruki: What do you mean?

Mystic: Sigh… To no one's surprise, it turns out my entire family is filled with crazy old people. And your precious Eve over there is in quite a lotta shit now.

Azusa: Your family...?

Mystic: Met my father and uncle for the first time. It went to shit from the very beginnin'.

Thought my cousin was half a decent woman, but I really doubt it now. She walks 'round, all expressionless and without a word. It's scary, really.

Yui: … … Is she... a girl with white hair?

Mystic: ( ... ... ... )

How do you know that?

Yui: U—um... the way you described her——

It reminded me of a girl I had a conversation with last week, when I went out with Ruki to get groceries...

She was very pretty and tall. And she also talked with an intricate vocabulary...

—Flashback—

[ Location: Shopping Mall — Human Realm ]

Yui: ( Ruki said to get the spices on this list.

I should hurry, so we can make it back in time to prepare dinner. )

Yui paces down the aisle. She glances from the list to the shelves, visibly puzzled.

Yui: ( Look at all this herbs and jars...

I don't know what some of these spices in the list look like. Maybe I should ask one of the employees for help... )

—Bump—

Yui: Ah...!

A jar falls. Glass shatters.

Young Woman: Tsk. Damn you——

... ... ...

Yui: I'm so sorry! I'll pay for it.

Young Woman: ... No. It's alright.

The young woman bends down. She picks up the jar. It's completely unscathed.

Yui: ( Eh? I was sure I'd seen it shatter... )

Oh… that's good.

Young Woman: Do you need help? You seemed lost.

Yui: I was a bit lost, yeah... I was trying to find the spices on this list. It's just that there are a few I actually don't even know what they look like.

There's so many things in here... I wasn't sure where to start looking.

Young Woman: Let me see...

The young woman takes the list from Yui. She begins walking away. Yui follows.

Yui: Thanks a lot! And I'm sorry again for bumping into you before.

Young Woman: Are you here alone?

Yui: Oh, no. A... a friend of mine is somewhere in the mall as well.

Young Woman: Hm...

Do you live with this friend of yours?

Yui: ( … …? )

Yes? With him and his brothers, actually.

Young Woman: How nice. I have only ever lived with my family. Not that it is the best. However, I have never really desired to move away from my home.

Yui: Hm, I'm sure you'll figure it out at some point.

The pair continue through the store. The young woman puts the listed ingredients inside Yui's basket.

Young Woman: Judging from your uniform, I assume you attend the academy nearby. It seems quite late for classes, however.

Yui: I go to night lectures.

Do you go to the academy too?

Young Woman: No. I have been taught from home ever since I was a child.

Yui: Oh, is that so? One of my classmates was also homeschooled as a child. He said that only recently his mother allowed him to attend school.

Young Woman: ... A classmate?

Yui: Yes! His name's Mystic. He's pretty popular and has a nice English accent.

He's also close with my friends, so it wasn't strange to see him around the house most days. Though, now that I think about it… I haven't seen him in a while.

Young Woman: ... ... I see...

—Footsteps—

Ruki: There you are. What's taking you so long?

Yui: Ah, Ruki! I'm sorry, I kind of lost track of time.

Ruki: If you're finished, let's go.

Yui: Right!

Well, thank you for your help. It was nice to...

——Eh?

Ruki: Who are you talking to?

Yui: Oh, um...

( She's gone... )

—End Flashback—

[ Location: Living Room — Mukami Mansion ]

Mystic: ... ... ...

Yuma: Oi, Sow! Why didn't ya say nothin' 'bout it?!

Yui: I—I hadn't thought much of it at the time…!

Azusa: So, that was... Mystic's cousin...?

Kou: Looks like it.

But... we should be fine, right?

All she knows is that Mys is friends with you.

Mystic: ... ...

( They knew... Carla and Kazuha.

The conversation at dinner... it was a test.

They were testing me. They were trying to see if I'd fess up about it on my own. )

Oh... Satan.

Ruki: ... Mystic——?

—Hooowl—

Azusa: Eh...!?

Mystic: ... ...! Azusa, watch out!

In his panic, Mystic rushes for Azusa. The windows explode into shards. Wolves scatter about throughout the room. Mystic rolls to safety with Azusa in his arms.

Yuma: Wha——!?

Kou: Guys…!

The wolves pounce. Mystic throws Azusa back to Yuma. He jerks his hand up. The blow blasts the wolves back.

—Whine!—

Mystic: Huff! Fuck!

I'll keep 'em busy! You guys get the little lamb out!

Yuma: Sow, this way!

Yui: Eh——!? What about Mys...?!

Mystic: I'll be fine, lamby!

Now go! Get outta here!

—Whistle!—

Mystic: This way, boys! C'mon! Look at... me!

Magic flashes once more. Wolves whimper. They charge.

[ Location: Garden ]

Mystic: Huff, huff! That's it! Good boys. Come get me!

The wolves slowly creep up to him.

Mystic: Oh, you fuckin' mutts...

I'mma blow off your fuckin' hair! I dare ya!

—Growl...—

Mystic: ( Shit... They aren't backing off. )

A wolf pounces from behind. Mystic falls under its weight.

Mystic: Fuck...! You piece of—! Ugh!

Whack! The wolf suddenly staggers off. Mystic scrambles up.

Ruki: ——Are you okay...?!

Mystic: You—!!

'The hell are ya doin' here?! Thought I said to get outta here!

Ruki: Thankfully, I didn't. If I had left as well——

Mystic: You're the Vampire at the peak of a Lunar Eclipse! Are you insane?!

???: ——How pathetic.

Mystic: ... ...!

The wolves settle down.

Kazuha: Not that I expected anything else.

You actually came directly to them... Unbelievable.

Mystic takes a step in front Ruki.

Mystic: Hey, boss. Fancy runnin' into ya here...

Ruki: ... ...

Kazuha: Here I believed the lowest scum that aligned himself with Vampires had long since rotted away in his own misery.

And not even Purebloods... but the mongrels of their kind.

Mystic: Are you done running your mouth?

Kazuha: ... ... Where is the woman?

Mystic: I ain't gotta clue what you're talkin' 'bout.

Kazuha: Do not try to play dumb. I've ran quite scarce of patience with you.

I'll ask one last time...

——Where is the woman?

Mystic: ... ...

Kazuha: … … Very well.

Kazuha snaps her fingers.

Ruki: Ugh——!!! Blargh...!

Ruki's silence becomes agony. He retches a mouthful of blood and doubles over.

Mystic: Ruki...!

Stop it! This's between you and I!

Kazuha: So it was. Until you decided to guard Vampires—

Kazuha's magic shines brighter around her hand.

Mystic: ... ...!

Ruki: Ugh——!

Kazuha: —Over what is for the better of your family...

Mystic: Hah... my family?

Don't make me... laugh!

—Woosh!—

Kazuha: ... ...!

Mystic throws his hands up, sending a blast bursting forth. Kazuha's magic falters as she staggers back. Ruki is released, but his knees give out. Mystic hauls him up. He drags him off by his hand.

Mystic: Hurry!

Ruki: Huff...

—Fade—

[ Location: Underground Waterway ]

Mystic: ( There it is! )

Are you okay?

Ruki: ... I'm better.

Mystic: Great. 'Cause we got a long way ahead of us still.

Ruki: ... I assume that was the cousin you were talking about?

Mystic: Unfortunately...

Mystic pulls at the doorway. It groans with age and a lack of care.

Mystic: Hurry! We just gotta——

—Growl!—

Mystic: Ruki, watch out!

Ruki: ... ...!

Mystic: Ah! Huff!

Agh——!!!!

As Mystic shoves Ruki out of harm's way, the wolf swiftly latches its teeth right under his ribs.

Ruki: Mystic...!

Mystic: Damn you! Fuckin' hell!

Before Ruki can think of a way to help, Mystic fumbles for something on the inside of his jacket. He retrieves his revolver.

—Bang!—

The wolf rots away without a trace.

Mystic: Huff, huff... ugh...

... ... Oh my god...

Ruki: Mystic, are you alright?

Mystic: I—I...

( ... ... I killed it... )

Ruki: Stand up! We have to hurry.

「Monologue」

Ruki hauled me up and we hurried through the gateway. As I limped my way across, the image of Kazuha's Familiar rotting away on my lap haunted me. When the Demon Realm came into view, I felt a terrible heaviness weight down on me. While it could have been the effect of the blood still spilling from the wound fervently attempting to heal... It felt as though the consequences of my choices had finally caught up to me. Like I had just realized what I had done. I chose the Vampires over my own flesh and blood. The Gates of Hell were left wide open. And now there was no way of closing them back up...

「 Dark Prologue — End 」

[ Dark 01 ]

[secretf1lms]

Reigns & Rings Chapter 1

The smell of her drunken brother bothered her to no end. Even though two of their siblings were standing in between their gap, he still stunk of wine and it blew in the air of Driftmark around everyone.

Today was filled with sadness for some of the people around them. Lady Laena Velaryon was being put to rest at the sea.

Daenys knew that it was upsetting to people but not to her, she didn't know Lady Leana. But she knew it was her duty to be there, and she knew all too well about duty. It was something that drove her and her mother, something that put them a little higher than others in her eyes at least. Something that made her life worth living.

But someone distracted Daenys from her and her thoughts. It was Lady Leana's Uncle Ser Vemond, who was speaking in High Valyrian, she didn't catch on to what he was saying because she really did not care to translate, but it made Daemon Targaryen laugh and look over at her half sister and nephews. She wondered what was so funny about what Vemond had said that it has anything to do with them at this funeral?

But nonetheless, after the ceremony, she walked around giving condolences to people, so when she saw the twins, she walked over to them in a hurry, trying to get there before anyone else had the thought to.

Once she got over there she realised she'd never met them in her life. The pair looked up at her in confusion. "Hello, you do not know me personally but I am Daenys, I've come to give my condolences, I'm sorry for your loss." She said, and just like her mother taught her, she put on her sad smile and squinted eyes.

"Thank you" they both said one after another.

"Anytime and if you need anything I'm here." She said and gave a slight firm nod. She was lying of course, but they need not know that. She turned around and almost bumped head first into her nephew, Jacaerys. Her smile turned into an ice cold face and she held her hands behind her back, a signal her mother and herself made so they can get eachother out of a situation, serious or not.

"Sorry Jacaerys." She said trying to get out of the way, he looked down at her and nodded.  She then saw his brother in the way she was trying to walk, so she decided to give his brother a nanoscopic smile and excused herself from the group that was now forming.

Once she was at a distance from the other children, she saw her mother looking at her, concerned. She started to stride over to her when she saw her three eldest siblings under a makeshift tent. She looked at her mother as if they had a secret language. Her mother gave her a slight nod so she started to stride towards them.

Once she got closer, she realised that they were talking about her sweet sister Helena. She decided to eavesdrop on their conversation. She heard Aegon complain about performing his "duties" to Helena. She never knew what her brother talks about when he's in this state. Or any actually. But she decided she wanted to put in their conversation.

"It's not good to talk about people like that," she said, knowing they won't care what she thinks. "Seven fucking hells Daenys!" Aegon said, turning to Aemond and smirking saying, "I take that back, Daenys is the weirdest of us all."

Disgusted by both of her brothers' conversation, she ventures towards her mother, in search of refuge with her. As she's looking through the crowd, she spots her sister, Rhaenyra. So in respect she smiles and walks towards her mother.

When she gets to her mother, she looks up at her and smiles and her mother does the same, "Are you well, my sweet summer child." Alicent says. "yes mother, though could I retire early, I am tired" "Yes, I'll see you later, and also have the maester give you your drink" She smiles at her mother and walks inside the castle. It is quiet because everyone is outside.

Daenys begins to look for the maester, but after some time, she gives up and walks  to her chambers.

After she gets to her chambers, she changes and reads her books she bought with her. Then, after it turns to dusk, she gets into bed, not knowing she'll regret reading instead of looking for the maester in a couple of hours.

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Killer - part 4 (TobiIzu)

izuna's torture does not end

part 3

The psychologist takes a sip of the coffee that was offered to him before starting with the questions, composed and free of anything that could prove some sort of guilt in the matter. He keeps his narrative the same from the beginning, always providing solid and irrefutable answers.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE HE IS??!" Madara slams his fist on the table, tangible anger in his features and deep despair in his eyes. "YOU REALLY WANT ME TO BUY SOME BULLSHIT ABOUT HIM DECIDING TO RUN AWAY?! WITHOUT ANY KIND OF PLAN?! WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!"

He intimidates the witness with every legal weapon he can use inside the interrogation room, and if he has to put his job on the line to resolve this matter, he won't hesitate to do so. This is his brother we're talking about.

"Chief Uchiha, I think I've explained it to you a few times, haven't I? I showed you my CCTV footage, the irrefutable proof that demonstrates how your brother decided to flee. You must step out of your denial and-"

"FUCKING LIES!" He grabs the psychologist by the collar of his shirt and lifts him out of his seat, but it's Shisui who stops his hand before Madara hits him. The unit head doesn't move his gaze from the man he holds, teeth exposed in an angry grimace as if he were an animal about to devour him.

"Uncle, that's enough! Let me deal with this!" The younger Uchiha exclaims, knowing that not having his superior involved in the matter is impossible, yet it doesn't help at all either. Izuna disappeared after the first session he had with Hashirama, giving no explanation or warning, not allowing them to find him.

If he genuinely left of his own free will as the psychologist describes, it makes sense not to be able to track him down. If there is something else behind all this, then this guy has a macabre mind that is hard to break.

Either way, they won't be able to figure anything out with their boss trying to beat him to death.

Madara lets go, dropping him back into the chair, and walks over to the one-way mirror with one hand on his forehead. His hair is tied back and his shirt is rolled up above each elbow, his impeccable, unblemished image disheveled, denoting stress.

"Sir... I hope you can excuse the chief's boldness, and also understand how hard and personal this is for us. Izuna's behavior has been erratic, but never to this level." Shisui calms the waters by licking his boots, trying to keep the witness from shutting down and providing information. Hashirama was the last person to see him, and who spoke with him for half an hour before Izuna vanished into thin air.

"Detective, I have given you all the resources at my disposal. My surveillance system doesn't lie, I don't have the knowledge to tamper with it. I may allow you to search my home but-"

"Of course we'll fucking do that." Madara replies while turning around, and when it seems like he wants to approach again and intimidate the psychologist, Shisui stares into the one-way mirror, making the signal he agreed with Obito prior to the interrogation to get him out of the room.

He is the boss, no one can tell him what to do, but they appeal to the rational part of his mind, the one that understands he is causing more harm than good in this situation. When Obito opens the door nothing needs to be said, and Madara himself understands he must leave, if only for a few minutes, to calm down.

"Thank you very much, detective. I do fear for my life in the face of that man's rudeness, so much unprofessionalism! I can offer him a free session if that could help..." Hashirama settles back into the chair, adopting an even more relaxed posture once the boss is out. He sips his coffee again whilst crossing his legs, one arm draped over the back of his chair as if he were at home.

"There'll be no need for that, he'll be fine once we find Izuna." A new detective replaces the chief's place, Obito stepping into the room, adjusting his coat. His face is expressionless, and the psychologist becomes uneasy at his presence.

"Let's review the events agian, gentleman." Both policemen open file folders on the table, the security camera images displayed in front of Hashirama. They show Izuna leaving his house in a normal manner, only to then start running.

It doesn't make sense.

"According to your security system, Izuna arrived at his session at about 8:30 pm. At 9 pm, half an hour before his appointment was scheduled to end, we see him leaving in a hurry. Do you affirm he did not mention anything about running away? He gave no indication of what he planned to do? He didn't say where he was going? Why did he leave early?" It is Obito who asks the questions, while Shisui takes care of watching him, looking for any gesture out of the ordinary.

They have worked on multiple cases together, discovering a successful strategy for finding the truth. Bad cop/good cop is a distant memory when it comes to this duo getting to the bottom of a crime.

Hashirama rearranges his position again, and this indicates a certain discomfort. He seemed to be on his game when Madara was firing aggressions at him, ready to answer any violent impulse, but he looks unarmed to deal with two composed individuals, like he wouldn't know how to turn the tables in his favor.

"I mean, that's a rational response your colleague had, he's been through terrible things, and qthere are no instructions on how to deal with that kind of trauma. Can you blame him? Because I don't-"

"You're not answering my question, gentleman. Did he say where he was going? Did he offer any clues that you can give us?" Obito presses again, finding flaws in the psychologist's facade.

"He was vague with his explanations and very closed towards talking, I couldn't confirm anything specific because-"

"Are you involved in this, sir?"

"Excuse me?

"Do you have anything to do with Izuna Uchiha's disappearance?"

It is the patience of both detectives that throws the psychologist off, the lack of pushy demands and unfounded accusations. Discovering what buttons to push and how to pick apart what appeared to be a faultless narrative, exposing inconsistencies in the whole situation.

The man is backed into a corner, failing to continue his speech in the same way he did in the beginning.

He speaks quickly and without pause, nervous for the first time since he arrived. "You know what, I came here with the best predisposition, I gave evidence that I should not have given without a judge's order, I lent myself to help you, and you accuse me of such an atrocity! If I am not arrested on any charge, I will proceed to retire, since how you behave, fellow detectives, is an aberration!" Hashirama stands up and arranges his clothes, tacitly asking for the door to be opened.

They can't hold him, there is no explicit evidence that would allow them to apprehend him or keep him there, unable to do anything as he storms out of the room in a rage. For Obito it is a defeat, but for Shisui is confusing, having discovered inconsistencies in the man's gestures and his story.

They both meet with the chief, who ended up observing the whole interaction from the other side of the mirror, "we have to find a way to get into his house," is all he says, without moving his eyes from the chair the psychologist occupied during the interrogation.

"We push too hard, there's no way he's going to let us in without a search warrant."

"And it's not like we can get one either, there's no grounds to pursue this man after the footage he provided."

"Uncle... what if Izuna really-"

"Don't you dare mention something like that, he would never do such a thing."

"Shisui may be right, uncle. There was clothing missing from his house, personal items, maybe he really did leave."

"He knew I had to pick him up, that I would be there at 9:30 to take him home, he wouldn't have left without me, without telling me. We don't work that way, he and I understand each other better than anyone else, he wouldn't have done this to me..."

"Uncle..." Obito begins, "We all know Izuna wasn't the same after that night, maybe he changed about you too-" A large hand closes over his neck, and Madara's eyes glare at him with hatred.

"Didn't I tell you not to mention something like that?”

"The phone analysis will be ready tomorrow. Once we have that information, we can decide whether to fight each other or not." Again, Shisui is the voice of reason and gets him to let go of his cousin before a brawl breaks out between the family. The state Madara finds himself in is like walking on eggshells, impossible to navigate without being deathly cautious of what one says.

...

His eyes feel heavy, as though he cannot open them, unable to see. He makes a terrible effort to focus his vision around him, darkness giving way to colors.

Where is he? What happened?

He feels sheets around him, a pillow under his head, his senses slowly awaken and discovering different sensations. He doesn't remember anything, but assumes he had a wonderful night if this is the condition he finds himself in in the morning. His mouth is dry, not being able toclose it, and when he manages to remember he actually has hands, brings them to his face to discover fabric.

What is this?

He blinks rapidly, trying to finally wake up his eyes, shake off the cloud of heaviness on his forehead, to get up and ignore the dizziness he feels in his head. Everything is blurry, weird, unfamiliar, and he slowly realizes he is not at home.

No, this is not his room.

"There he is, my sleeping beauty. Anija went a little overboard with the dosage, my apologies." A male voice speaks, and a shiver of involuntary terror runs through his drowsy body when aware of how familiar that sound is. He knows that tone, that ring, that person's darkness.

A choked moan of fright escapes him, and that is when he understands he is gagged.

He tries to move his legs, but two impossible-to-release shackles restrict his possibilities. The world gradually ends up appearing before his eyes, but he can't get rid of the discomfort he feels in his body and the dizziness in his head, unable to focus on anything, confused.

"Don't worry about those, if you behave, I'll eventually take them off."

He becomes aware of crying when his face burns from the salt of his tears, unable to acknowledge his body or understand what the fuck is going on. He doesn't have the strength to get up, use his hands, or run away from whatever is happening, but he knows he's in trouble.

"Now, now... Let me taste that pretty little mouth again, I've been fantasizing about it since last time."

[dalgikiss]

Til Kingdom Come

index

ii. be careful about what you give your voice to

Oikawa stands outside, his fingers tracing nonsensical patterns into the balcony railing. The trumpets tha sounded in the distance signaled the arrival of the queen, the joyous sound traveling through the air. 

The wind blows through the trees in time with the melody, making the leaves dance on the branches. Oikawa catches a couple of flower petals that happen to make their way up on the balcony he stands on. The queen’s arrival meant the new princess was here, her name becoming the most talked about subject since the queen had departed.

Oikawa wonders what she was like, letting his imagination conjure up an image. No one knew anything about her, speculations of whether or not she was truly the late King’s granddaughter whispered in secret in bars and on the streets. 

Oikawa’s uncle is a man that doesn’t look like someone that makes many jokes. From his broad shoulders to his square set jaw, and the stern set way his eyebrows were almost constantly furrowed together, the idea his uncle would tell a joke was a comedic act in itself- which is why Oikawa wasn’t quite sure if he heard his uncle correctly. 

“Run that by me, one more time?”

“I said,” His uncle’s tone of voice begins to grow exasperated, “You are to take the crown from the new Princess. You are the true heir to the Aoba throne and I absolutely refuse to let some idiotic, ditsy girl from god-knows-where become the ruler of this country”

Oikawa stares at his uncle, you’re fucking kidding me. However, his uncle seemed anything but joking, dead set on his idea. In fact, he seemed rather pleased with himself as well, a satisfied smile on his face as he leaned back into the plush of the armchair he resides in. 

Sensing his hesitance, his uncle’s set smile slowly morphed into something disappointed, making Oikawa’s blood freeze in his veins. “You do want to rule this country, don’t you?” His uncle stands, making his way to where Oikawa was frozen in his spot in the room. 

“We’re not friends, so stop trying to fucking follow me around”

His uncle is in front of him, standing to his full height. Despite being taller than most, his uncle is still able to tower over Oikawa. 

“You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” A rhetorical question, Oikawa knows this well but he can’t help but shake his head. “We’ve worked hard, think of everything we’ve sacrificed”

“A noble like you should not be friends with commoners who beg to lick the dirt off our shoes”

Oikawa smiles, the one he’s practiced in the mirror until he is sure no one can discern the difference between real ones and this one. His uncle is none the wiser, taking his smile as an agreement.

“Of course Uncle,” Oikawa promises, “I will do my best to uphold your wishes”

X.

The inside of the palace is just as grandeur as you had expected, long arching windows to show off the perfectly polished garden outside and intricate drawings hung up all around the walls. The maids bow as you walk past them with your grandmother right beside you. Her faithful guard, Akira, travels behind the two of you silently.

You can’t help but sneak glances at your grandmother, her regal presence somewhat baffling to you. You barely remembered the last time your parents had even brought up your grandparents, let alone actually seeing them in person. Your grandmother finally catches your eye when you make another glance towards her. 

“Is there something you’d like to say?”

You blush, ducking your head. Your grandmother shakes her head and fixes your posture again, “You are a princess now. You must never look down at your feet.”

Right, You think to yourself, hurriedly straightening your back, I have new rules to follow

“I was just wondering why my father never mentioned anything about being a royal,” your eyes flit over to a portrait of him, the warm facial features you were used to on the face of your father was nothing like the cold hardened expression the picture of him wore. 

Your grandmother hesitates before answering, brown eyes watching the way you stare at the portrait with unfamiliar eyes, as though you could not recognize that the man in front of you was truly your father. 

“Your father is a brilliant man,” Your grandmother begins, “But he was always looking for something else, always searching for something beyond the confines of his status. I don’t know if you know this, but he was quite the troublemaker when he was your age. He was desperate to be seen as someone other than his status”

She chuckles, “He used to sneak out of the castle in these terrible disguises. He would drive Akira crazy trying to figure out where he was hiding all these ridiculous colored wigs and fake noses” 

You snicker, picturing your somewhat strict father adorning a hot pink wig with glasses that have a fake nose attached to them, trying to sneak out of the castle. 

“Your father loves this country, but he loves not being under the public eye more. When the time came for him to come back from university, he chose to stay with your mother,” your grandmother begins to walk down the hall again, “I believe he made the right choice. He was a great prince, and he would have made an even greater king, but he is happier being a father and a husband than a ruler” 

She casts you a glance, “I hope that answers your question. Now come,” She gestures for you to walk a little quicker, “We have some… unsavory guests that have come to greet you”

[percontaion-points]

5 Survive chapters 13 & 14

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Chapter 13

“A walkie-talkie.” 

Oliver straightened up, his grip loosening on the knife. “Where is it?” 

“Somewhere over there.” Simon pointed toward the driver’s seat, the oneeyed bullet hole glaring back at them. 

“Inside or outside?” Reyna asked, taking one tentative step forward. 

“How would he have gotten it inside?” Oliver snapped. “We are right here and the RV is secure.” 

Maybe if he said it enough times, it would become true. 

Seriously. They put a mattress over one shot-out window, and a suitcase over the other. Completely and utterly ignoring the other windows. 

“How do I…” Oliver shook the walkie-talkie, glancing up at Red. Had he really never played with one of these before, even as a kid?

It’s hardly rocket science. You press the button to talk. Twist the knob to change the channel/frequency. 

“I’ll tell you what I mean.” Static. “Oliver Charles Lavoy. “Madeline Joy Lavoy. “Reyna Flores-Serrano. “Arthur Grant Moore. “Simon Jinsun Yoo. “Redford Kenny.”

The thing that gets me about this is like… The kids got lost. They took a wrong turn.

How the fuck do you predict that people would have made a wrong turn down your random street in the middle of nowhere, North Carolina? 

“I’ll tell you what I mean.” Static. “Oliver Charles Lavoy. “Madeline Joy Lavoy. “Reyna Flores-Serrano. “Arthur Grant Moore. “Simon Jinsun Yoo. “Redford Kenny.”

Chapter 13 summary: Obviously everybody freezes upon hearing this voice commanding them to come to the front of the RV. Red’s mum was a police officer (it’s how she died), so she immediately identifies the background noise of that of a walkie-talkie. 

It’s eventually determined that it’s outside the patched-up suitcase window, but that it wasn’t there when they put the suitcase up. There’s a lot of arguing, but eventually Arthur reaches out and grabs it from where it’s hanging from the side mirror. 

Reyna wants to discuss what they should say to the guy. But Oliver, once again, decides for the entire group to start talking immediately. He demands to know what the guy wants, and promises him everything that they’ve got. Including his credit cards and PIN. 

The guy says that he has what he wants, which is them. And proceeds to list their full names. (Which I’d like to tell you, this is the first time the narration has established any of them… Or that Simon is Asian.) 

Chapter 14

“Oliver, do something!” Reyna shouted. “Say something. He knows who we are!” 

He snapped back into life. “What can I say, Reyna? What can I do? I’m trying to think what this means!”

Oh, suddenly you’re not going to speak for the group? After finally being called out on your shit by a man with a sniper rifle?

“Is it possible he searched the RV license plate after he shot out the tires?” he asked the others. “That it might have led him to Simon’s uncle, then Simon, then to finding the rest of us?”

[...]

“He knew who we were before we got here,” Reyna said, joining Oliver to stare down at the walkie-talkie. “He brought us here, trapped us here.” 

“Why?” Maddy wiped her face.

It’s not so much the why but the how. 

He might have been able to connect the RV to Simon. But how did he know the random collection of other people in there?

More importantly… He might have been able to block out cell signal, but at no point did he ever actually take control over their free will and make them turn down this random road in the middle of the night. 

“He knocked out the cell service?” Reyna said, her hand moving to the back of Oliver’s neck as he bent forward, elbows to his knees, head to his hands. Defeated already. 

“How could he do that?”

Out of all of the mysteries, this one is the most obvious. I’ve watched enough crime dramas to know how easily the killer can buy cell signal jammers online. (Whether this is the truth or not remains to be seen.) 

“That’s for the six of you to figure out. And remember one thing: you can’t see me but I can see you. If you try to run, I will shoot.”

Chapter 14 summary: I want to highlight again how speechless Oliver becomes upon the man revealing that he knows who they are. Where they live. Their phone numbers, etc etc. Everybody is panicking obviously, but it’s oddly satisfying that Oliver is also freaking out. 

They flounder around for a while, never once asking any question of actual importance: how. It’s maddening. 

Anyway, Oliver eventually asks what the man wants. He says that he wants “a secret”, but refuses to elaborate on what that is.