#oc playpen

[yoiyoms]

gave my Azem- aka Thavma- a slight redesign :]

[strawbubbysugar]

Okay so question!!! From what I can tell after reading the fic in a span of a couple of days, soulmates can feel each other’s emotions or at least a semblance of them. One of thing that I’ve gathered from (good) parents I’ve talked to is the overwhelming feeling when they hold their baby for the first time and I’m just picturing that with DJ and then he gets it all over again when he holds lil baby Maddie, who is like a jellybean in comparison to him and my brain is going

Oh he is OBSESSED with her trust me

[breitzbachbea]

who can I bribe that they will write me Hetaverse TurSic that includes a museums date at the Castello della Zisa, which is a museum for Islamic art these days.

[watsittoyah]

The Devils Playpen

A Obsessive!QIMIR X BLACK!FEMALE OC STAR WARS SMUT FIC

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This is complete fiction, I do not own any characters of the star wars franchise however I own all characters of my own creation, as well as plot.

That being said, the themes will be dark, Qimir will have obsessive and possessive qualities. This story will be borderline grey morals, there will be trigger warnings in the beginning of every chapter that will be gruesome/sexual.

You’ve been warned little flower if you’d like to continue, please read forward, if not put this work of fiction down and go read the holy word…welcome to the Devils playpen…

Chapter 1) When The Predator Becomes Prey…

(Song: Obsession By Exo)

Warning: Mentions of suicide. Stalking, choking of non sexual nature. Oral sex, shibari, threats of r*pe, Light Saber play (don’t be dumb you know what that last tag means)

I walk past a woman with long and short locks but she brings no excitement to my inner beast.

How lucky she is.

I hiss internally as I walk inside of the apothecary. Once I’m inside I inhale deeply, letting the poison I desire call to my senses.

However I smell something else. Something sweet? Sticky? I let my eyes fall onto a man hunched over in a corner. I don’t bother with manners of averting my eyes.

My curiosity has a scratch and I want it itched.

“Hello?” I call out to him in a soft voice. The man appears to be sleeping and I walk closer but keep my distance. His scent still smells sticky and sweet. Like those man eating plants over on Plexart.

“Hello, sir? I’m here to buy some supplies.” I say as I stare at his sleeping form. I flick an empty bottle over and it shatters causing him to finally stir from his slumber.

“Oh, sorry.” He stretches and does a big yawn before he looks over at me. When our eyes meet, he runs his fingers through his mop like hair and gives me a lazy smile. “Oh, hello. And you are?” He asks as he stands fully.

I take note that we have a significant size difference. He looks to be 5’11 while I stand at 5’4.

“I’m here to buy supplies, unless you aren’t the owner of this shop.” I ask in a gentle yet bored tone. He clears his throat and nods. “I am, I am. So what can I get for you? Ah, pick your poison.” He jokes. I however don’t laugh or crack a smile.

“I just needs a few things on this list. Whatever you don’t have, I’m sure I can find on my travels.” I hand him a piece of paper and our fingers brush against each other. He feels cold to the touch.

Interesting…

“Hm, this is quite the list. Might I ask what are all of these for?” He asks as he looks at me.

No, he’s studying me. Which makes my inner beast stir.

“Just some tools on helping me hunt. Nothing major. I don’t mean to be rude but I do need to be on my way.”

“Right, I will get on this for you now.” He starts on my list and I decide to look around and figure out if I’m going to kill him or let him live since he brings a spark of something out of me.

“Can I ask you a question?” The man asks, which causes me to give an internal sigh. “What is your question sir?”

“Qimir, you can call me Qimir. Anyways my question for you is, what methods do you take to hunt your prey?” This question peaks my interest because the way he says prey I think he knows I hunt a different kind of species.

“There’s many ways to do that. Poisons, bare hands, even a simple isolation tactic. But the best method…is simply a mental attack. That works on any kind of prey.” I say with a hint of a smile on my lips. I look up and see Qimir staring at my lips.

I bite my plump bottom lip, which makes his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows.

“Forgive me for prying, but the items on your list, they are interesting. Bunta Root? That grows-”

“In one specific place I know, but I figured this place would have it here..” I look away from him and glance out the window.

In a matter of days, I will be at her door and I’ll she can’t escape me. I can’t wait to see her eyes widen by surprise. She’ll think how did a beast like me, hunt her down to the very last of her days.

Will she beg for her life?

Will she plead that I do it quickly?

The possibilities will be endless when I finally get my hands on Zen.

Zen…

She was once a great ally to my people at least until she got them killed.

Genocide, her and those moral less Jedi committed genocide to my people and I need to make sure they pay. She’s the final one and I just know, she knows I’m coming for her. Especially when the word went around on how her partner’s body was discovered.

I’ll never forget how his eyes had ballooned in his skull after I cracked his head open. I can almost picture his head hitting the concrete over and over and over. His brain matter was all over my hands, staining my nails with his blood.

If I close my eyes tonight will his ghost haunt me?

Will his soul ask me why I took him from his lover so soon?

I blink and I’m no longer in that glorious gruesome memory.

I turn and Qimir is standing close to me, almost making me flinch. “Excuse you.” I snap at him. He looks me up and down and cocks his head to the side.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…you remind me of someone I once knew. The resemblance is just uncanny. You look…exactly like her.” He whispers softly as he takes in my entire appearance.

Instead of stepping back, his scent makes my stomach grumble which makes me flick my split tongue against my inner cheek.

“Trust me Qi, if you knew me…you wouldn’t be standing so close.” I say to him letting my split tongue slither past my full lips. I notice his eyes darken from my movement for a split second.

“Why is that? I find you quite the interesting creature.” He says as he reaches out to touch my coiled curl. I jerk my head back not from his attempt to touch me, but from his scent.

I want to split my jaw open and take a chunk out of him. His scent had changed somehow. He smells like spiced sweet fruit.

I see a smirk on his lips and I want to bite him. I want to bite his flesh and rip i-

“Excuse me?” We break eye contact and I see a woman, she looks exactly like the woman I had passed when I came in here but her hair…it’s short. And she smells… sour.

I grow bored with her and move away from Qimir. But as I move away he grabs my wrist. I look down at his hand and then at him. “Don’t go anywhere. I’d like to finish this.” He lets my hand go and he moved away from me swiftly.

I narrow my eyes at his back as he talks to the woman. As I glance at her with boredom I can smell that she’s anxious? Scared?

Oh, maybe I can have some fun with her after all.

As Qimir talks to her, which tells me something is going on, I run my hand along the counter and ‘accidentally’ bump into her, causing her things to clatter to the floor.

“Oh I’m so sorry, Miss. Do forgive me I am not myself.” We lock eyes and in that moment, she’s frozen in place. Her pupils dilate. I can hear her pulse quicken. “I..it’s okay.” She stutters as I hand her her things.

“You are so pretty.” I say as I take in her whole face. I see her blink a few times and I study her presence.

She’s nervous, hmm her body is smart to be nervous, but is her brain?

“Oh! I’m sorry, I give compliments before I even give my name. I’m Akasha. And you are?” I see the apple of her cheeks deepen in color after I compliment her.

“I’m-” She looks away from me and at Qimir but I clear my throat and she looks back at me, trapped in my spell. “I’m Osha.” She whispers with a small smile. “Such a pretty name. I don’t mean to over step, but would you like some company on your travels?” Before she answers me, Qimir clears his throat.

I cut my eyes at him and he’s staring at me, in a way that makes me want to challenge him. “I thought you wanted your things in a hurry, Akasha.” He says my name as if he’s accusing me of something .

“Suddenly I am in no rush, especially when it comes to making new friends.” I stand as well as Osha and I step towards her. Inhaling her fear.

Her scent is starting to ripen, oh I need to sink my teeth into her, before she spoils. Before she-

“Mae, if you don’t mind. I’m just handling this customer and then I can get back to you.”

Mae?

I look back at the woman and she looks down at her fingers, fidgeting with them.

“Okay, Qimir.” She says with hesitation in her voice. She looks at me and I wink at her. “So, pretty one, might I ask, what brings you to an apothecary?” I ask as I lean against the counter, looking her up and down.

I wonder how her teeth taste.

“I’m just here to thank Qimir for the item he gave me. It helped me greatly.” I listen to her pulse and it quickens.

Oh you little liar.

Now I’m excited to know why she’s lying so much.

“You’re welcome. I hope I can help anyway I can to help you please your Master.” Qimir says as I feel him behind me. I look back and he was leaning forward, playing with one of my curls.

How did I not notice him this close to me?

I flick my hair from his touch and he sniffs his finger tips.

Did he just sniff his fingers?

“Akasha, since you’re making friends, how about being my friend?” Qimir asks as he stares me deep into my eyes.

Hmmm…

“I like being friends with girls, Qimir. They’re are nice and sweet….” I look at his lips and I can imagine biting them.

“But with boys? I tend to be a bit too rough with them. And you?” I look him over his slim athletic build. “You look like you break easily.”

I see him lick his bottom lip and I swear I hear a slight groan in his throat. He then lowers his voice so only I can hear.

“You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, Akasha. I tend to play rough with my things. Sometimes they break and sometimes they…turn to ash in my clutch.”

Excitement licks my veins as I inhale his scent.

Mmm it’s mixed with sweet, spice and arousal.

“Sounds like a threat, and a fun time. Maybe…” I lean in close to his ear, as he leans in to hear me. “…I can teach you how to play with your toys nicely by making you my new toy. Would you like that, Qi?” I flick my tongue against his ear and I hear a deep groan vibrate from his chest.

He’s about to answer me but Osha/Mae clears her throat and I feel both Qi and myself glare at her.

I look away and take a deep breath. “How about you talk to her and I’ll be back for my things. I have something to grab on that list that I know you don’t have here.” Before he can stop me I leave the shop and place my hood back upon my head.

••••

“I need Daroon moss for my special powder. Maybe if I’m lucky I can find some on the outer banks of this place.” I mutter as I continue to walk further into a crowd but my muscles tense as I feel I’m being followed.

Who would be stupid enough to follow me?

I decide to cut the chase short and duck further into the crowd.

They continue to follow me and that’s when I notice his scent.

The sweet spicy arousal.

I slip into an alleyway and I stand there counting as his scent get closer. That smell. If I were an addict, I would beg for a hit of that scent on a daily.

As soon as he is in arms reach I snatch him in close then push him to the ground. I then quickly take my boot and press it firmly against his throat.

“I don’t know about your other customers but I don’t like to be followed around stores or crowds.” I press down with a bit more pressure, just so he can answer me.

He winces in pain. “S….sorry. But I did…tell you I wanted…to finish this.” I go to step down harder but he grabs my ankle and twists, causing me to lose my footing.

He then pins me under him and I feel his full weight on top of me. “Get off of me.” I hiss. “Not until we finish this, conversation.”

“This conversation is over!“ I scream at him. He looks deep into my eyes and he gives me a wicked grin. “I’m sorry, but you seem to still think you have control of this situation. When clearly I’m the one on top. But I’ll be nice. The conversation will end after I tell you this…I’ve decided that I want you to be my new toy. And when I want something I take it.” I see a flash of something wild in his eyes as I feel his hands go for my throat.

His strength takes me by surprise as he starts cutting off my air supply. “Let…me…go!” I scream knowing it’ll cause at least someone to come find out why I’m screaming.

But…

No one comes.

Not even a curious onlooker.

He squeezes tighter and I try my best to fight him off. But it’s like an animal is wearing his skin and attacking me. I can feel him clearly aroused as he chokes me out on the ground.

Wait no, it can’t end this way.

I can’t die this way underneath this sick son of a bitch.

My vision starts to blacken around the corners. Qimir slowly starts to fog up into darkness, and just when I’m about to pass out, I hear him say these haunting words to me.

“You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for, Akasha, why would I ever let you go?”

•••••

I jerk awake and cough to clear my throat. I go to move except my body is tied up. But in a way that makes me look spread out like some attraction.

I glance around and see I’m somewhere unknown. And I’m completely naked. The panic starts to set in but it stops as soon as I smell his scent.

“QIMIR!” I scream his name as my eyes try to look for him. “I know you’re near! I can smell you! Show yourself!” I scream, in hopes that someone will hear me.

Someone did…

He did…

“I see you’re awake. Good.” Qimir says with a soft smile on his face. “What the fuck is going on! Where am I? Why and I here!” I shout at him, ignoring the cutting sensation from the ropes.

He pulls up a chair and sits down right in front of me. He stares at me as if I didn’t just ask him a barrage of questions. “You know you are a heavy sleeper. It was like I was dragging a dead body in here. Oh! This is my place by the way. It’s on a remote island so no one can disturb us.” He smiles big as if kidnapping me was something to be proud of.

“Why am I here?” I spat at him. Qimir looks at me as if I’m a piece of art to be gawked at. The way the ropes bite into my skin, I know they’ll leave marks and burns.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re here because I want you here.” He brushes his thumb against his bottom lip and continues to stare…study me. I begin to feel uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Why am I tied up like this? I’m not some prized piece of meat!” He leans forward and strokes his hand against the fatty flesh of my thigh. “Because you look pretty….You are a female Venus Fly. Rare even when your people were alive and thriving. What was the ratio? For every fifteen boys, only three girls would be born. And I do like to collect rare things. But you? You, Akasha not only are you rare but you’re deadly. I have great use for you.”

I give him a bewildered look. “You’re fucking craz-” He gets up knocking the chair over and he had his hand gripping my jaw. “Don’t call me that, I’m not crazy. I see we have to start some lessons on teaching you how to have manners and respect for others.”

“GET OFF OF ME YOU BASTARD!” I scream at him, but all he does is smile. “You know now you’re screaming and yelling but soon you’ll worship me like a God. And I’ll be sure to reward you.” He takes his other hand and he trails his three fingers down my bare flesh, slowly getting closer to my exposed pussy.

“Stop.” I say as I feel him near my pubic hairs. “Do you know how much restraint I had to have, tying you up like this? The temptation I had to open this pretty little thing and slide anything it in just to watch your reaction?” He parts my wet lips and I feel my clit spasm.

“You wanted to sodomize me? You’re no better than-“ He makes me eat my words when he slides his middle finger inside of me while he uses his other two fingers to rub my lips.

My body responds to his touch which makes me angry. “S…stop.” I stutter to him. He leans in close to my ear. “Your lips are telling me to stop but these sets of lips seem to be telling me another story. As a matter of fact, how about her and I get better acquainted.”

Qimir slides his finger out of me and my pussy misses the violation. I see him get on his knees for me and he looks up at me, as if I’m a deity of some sort and he’s is there to worship.

I watch him lean in close to inhale my sex and I want to shrink back from him but in my attempts the ropes dig deeper into my skin.

“You smell so sweet, I wonder if the taste is the same.” He leans in and I feel his tongue flicking across my clit.

I clamp my lips shut to keep from moaning but he makes it a challenge as he grips my roped hips and buries his face deep into my pussy.

My eyes roll back as I feel his tongue twirl and flick across my clit. He presses his tongue flat against my pussy and my body tries to rock to find more friction.

“Careful, one false move and you could cause more rope burn, Akasha. But you like a little pain and pleasure don’t you?” Qimir asks as he opens my lips wider and slides his tongue deep inside of me.

This time I let the moan slip out. I feel him smiling against my sex and I don’t care. I need a release. I need to use his face.

“P…please.” I moan out as I look down at him, eating me out. He shakes his head and now he’s only using the tip of his tongue. “If…you…want something…then…say…Master.” He says lazily twirling his tongue.

“Please Master.” I whine. “I need to come.” He gives a deep guttural chuckle. “Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat. I won’t forgive you for calling me crazy. But I’m not that cruel of a master.” He gives a hard suck to my clit causing me to groan and then he gets up off of his knees.

I was breathing heavy as I watch him grab something from his table.

A light saber.

My body tenses from the memories in my past of how much damage something like that can cause.

He lights it and the hue is blood red. He brings it close to me and I fight the urge to flinch. The heat from the saber could melt even the finest hairs on a person or animals skin.

“Don’t worry, my little flower. I’ll never use this part on you…just this part.” He turns the saber off and flips it so the handle it near me.

“Tell me, will you let me be your master? Will you let me teach you how to be the perfect predator?” As he asks me, I feel him rub the handle of the saber against my swollen clit and I shudder as I stupidly nod.

I don’t say a word from the fear and in his eyes I can tell he knows I’m afraid of the saber. “Akasha…you had a lot to say earlier. Why aren’t you being so colorful with your words now?” He slides the handle in slowly causing my eyes to roll back but my body stiffens again.

“Does this scare you? Does this give you pleasure?” He strokes the handle against my entrance and I let a nod go. “Pl-”

“Ah, what do you say?”

“Master…please. Don’t do that.” I moan out as he slides the handle in slowly. “Don’t do what? Slide the handle of my saber inside of the needy plump pussy? You don’t want me to make you feel good?” He whispers against my ear as his hand finds my throat.

The fear I have gets clouded when starts to slowly fuck me with the saber. I feel the build up in my lower stomach as I moan.

“See? Your body likes to feel good. It likes when I do this, but imagine how it’s going to feel when I use the real thing. When my cock is penetrating deep into your walls.”

He goes faster and my moans become more lose my from lips. My thighs burn from the rope and from the tension I have in them.

You can hear the wet noises coming from my soaking wet slit and I don’t care. I want a release.

“You’re taking it so well, my little flower. I bet you want to come don’t you?” I nod quickly as he slows down the pace. I try to buck my hips but I can’t from my restricting position. He raises a brow at me then. “Yes! Yes I do Master. Please!” I beg and plead.

He loosens his grip on my throat and he fucks me harder with the saber making my climax about to hit the tipping point.

“I’m gonna come.” I breathe out as I feel the anticipated tingle. But he stops, he yanks the saber out and tosses it across the room and I give out a shriek of frustration.

“Now would a crazy person deny a creature such as yourself the pleasure of coming? Don’t answer that, you might tell me the wrong answer and piss me off-” He grabs me by my tangled curls and yanks my head back, causing the rope around my shoulders and shoulder blades to tighten.

“You belong to me now, Akasha. Your pleasure, your pain, your very existence is mine. And when I see fit to let you come, it will be on my cock, my mouth, or my fingers. Do you understand? You can speak.” He orders as he looks me in my eyes.

“Yes.” I say through clenched teeth. “Yes what?” He asks with a raised brow. “Yes master…”

“Good girl.” He lets me go and kisses my temple. “Get some rest, we have some training to do tomorrow.” He lets me go and simply walks away, leaving me strung up like some prize that’s been won.

The very second I get the chance, I’m going to kill Qimir. I should’ve known that his scent would lead me to the devils playpen…

[askmarcille]

*Admincille carries an angry Marcille off to elf jail for a few hours.*

Again, so sorry that you had to see that. Marcille and Thistle have a heated rivalry...Yaad's been trying to help them work out their differences.

*a small child walks up to Chilchuck and points at him* are you my mommy?

No, sorry… I can help you find her if you’d like?

Oh, thank you. He takes the apple, before muttering to himself. Why are there so many kids unattended right now…?

[butterflydemons]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Miya agrees with Kaya and decides to invite Chan to her house so he can officially meet his daughter.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bangchan x biracial!oc ( Miya )

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⇢ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ——— ɴᴇxᴛ

Chapter III🧸: Everything To Me

『 July 21, 2022 』

MIYA SAT UP all night thinking about her conversation with Kaya the previous day. Although she knew her best friend was right, she was still skeptical about having Chan in Noémi’s life. She knew what came with being involved with a K-pop idol. There were the fans, paparazzi, and those people who secretly took pictures of them. Along with came stalkers and dangerous individuals, and now that she has a child, she would NEVER do anything to put her in harm's way.

In her mind, Miya knew that Chan had every right to be in Noémi’s life no matter what. She is part of him as she is part of her. His blood ran through her. Miya knew that if news got out that she had a child with a known idol, their fandom would be in an uproar. Hell, World War III might even start.

The sound of Noémi’s cries made Miya snap out of her thoughts. She threw the blankets off her, slipped on her house shoes, and headed to the infant’s room. Noémi stood up wide awake with tears rolling down her face.

“Oh, Mimi, why are you crying?” Miya cooed, picking up her daughter only to gag at the smell of the cause of her daughter's tears. “Oh my god, that’s why.”

Miya took the baby to her main bathroom and ran Noémi a bath. She went to the bedroom and cleaned her up before returning to the washroom. Before Miya washed up Noémi, she put her hand in the water to ensure it wasn’t too hot. Noémi played and babbled, making funny noises to her mother as she splashed around.

As Miya began styling her daughter's hair, her ringtone echoed off the walls. She glanced at the screen to see Kaya calling before setting the soft bristle brush on the bed and tapping the green answer button.

Hello?

Bestie🤍🥤- Hello, my love, what are you doing?

I just got Noémi dressed for the day. What’s up?

Bestie🤍🥤- I was wondering if you wanted to meet Karsyn and me at a restaurant for brunch.

Yeah, I’ll meet you there. Just send me the address.

Bestie🤍🥤 - You got it. Love you.

Love you too.

Setting her phone to the side, Miya finished doing Noémi’s hair before placing her in her playpen with a pacifier. She got up and took a brisk shower before dressing in light blue jeans, a pink strapless top, and white Air Forces. Miya did her tresses in a slick half-up, half-down style before adding a little makeup. When ready, Miya grabbed her belongings and Noémi before heading to her white Mercedes Benz G-Wagon. After strapping her daughter in her car seat, Miya entered the driver's seat and drove away from her house.

As Miya drove, she put the address Kaya had sent her into the GPS and followed the directions. Arriving at the small cafe, Miya parked, exited her vehicle and went to the backseat to grab her daughter. As she walked inside, she immediately spotted Kaya and Karsyn. She smiled, placing Noémi in the high chair, and sat down.

“Hello, my gorgeous girl.” Karsyn grinned at Noémi, holding her arms out. The baby reached out to Karsyn and held onto her neck.

Karsyn placed repeated kisses on her cheek, making her giggle, before sitting her in the high chair.

“Did you guys order yet?” Miya asked, opening her menu and scanning the different dishes it had.

“No, we got here not too long ago,” Kaya replied, sipping on the ice water.

A few minutes went by before the three friends started looking over the menu. Everything looked and sounded terrific, but Miya couldn’t decide on what to get to eat. Soon, a waitress approached their table with a notepad already in her hand to take their orders. She smiled at the young women, and they returned the same gesture.

“Welcome to Savor Street. What can I get you?” The young woman asked Miya and her friends.

“I’ll have the Street Toast Sandwich and an iced chai latte, please.” Miya politely ordered, smiling at her. “Also, can you add a small strawberry oatmeal for the little one?”

“I want the gyeran bap with an iced americano,” Kaya replied, closing her menu.

Once Karsyn placed her order, the waitress left the friends to talk again.

“Has Chan contacted you since yesterday?” Karsyn asked, looking at Miya.

“Not yet,” Miya answered, shaking her head. “He’s supposed to call me to talk when he has free time.”

“At least he’s taking the initiative to want to be in her life,” Kaya replied, tapping her nails on the table.

By then, the waitress had arrived with their food and drinks. Miya smiled at her daughter, who had a gummy grin when she went to feed her the strawberry oatmeal. When the toddler had enough to eat, Miya sat the spoon down and gave her daughter a bottle that Karsyn fed her. The girls were talking about random subjects when Miya’s phone vibrated with a text. She saw it was from Chan and clicked on the notification, taking her to their conversation.

(850) 961-3198 - Hey, are you busy today?

No, why? What’s up?

(850) 961-3198 - I’d like to know if we can meet at your place to talk.

Okay, at what time?

(850) 961-3198 - How about in an hour and a half? I have a few hours of free time.

Alright, I’ll send you my address.

(850) 961-3198 - Thanks.

“Chan wants to meet at my place to talk, should I?” Miya asked, looking at her friends.

“Do we have to have this discussion again?” Karsyn asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Of course you should. As the father, he deserves to be in her life.” Kaya replied, biting into her fluffy pancakes.

“You’re right, but I’m nervous. Imagine the uproar if and when the K-pop fandom in general finds out.” Miya expressed, pushing her hair behind her shoulders.

“I understand, but you can’t worry about the what-ifs. Like my mom always told me, people will talk about you until the day you die, and there’s nothing you can do about that except to live your life the way you want to.” Kaya explained, and I knew that she was right, like always.

Miya knew Kaya was right in her statement. That was the reason why they were friends. Kaya was always Miya’s go-to person for advice.

“Damn it. I hate it when you’re always right.” Miya huffed amusingly, rolling her eyes with a smile on her face.

“It’s the truth.” Kaya laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let Chan come over.” Miya sighed, giving in to the temptation.

Miya grabbed her phone, went to the messages from Chan, and sent him her address. Suddenly, she felt a sense of nervousness in her chest. Why was she anxious? I mean, it’s only Noémi’s father, who’s also a K-pop idol with billions of fans, who is ruthless. She had to admit, though, that she was a fan of Stray Kids, not precisely a Stay, but a fan, in her opinion.

From the moment Noémi could see, Miya would watch SKZ Code and listen to their music. At the moment, Noémi’s favorite song was Charmer, and whenever she’d hear her daddy’s voice, she’d dance and smile. It warmed Miya’s heart to see her daughter get excited when seeing Chan on TV. It made her glad that she gave birth to her. And she loves spending every second with her.

The girls continued talking amongst each other before paying their tab and leaving the establishment. They got in the vehicles they arrived in and decided to shop for a little bit before driving to Miya’s house. It's good that Miya kept a basket of non-slide socks in every size by the front door so people can wear them since she has tile flooring. After the girls entered the house, they removed their shoes, walked to the living room area, and sat on the couch. Noémi sat on her playmat, playing with her toys in her world.

“Are you nervous?” Karsyn asked, looking at Miya from her phone.

“Honestly, yes, I am. I don’t know what to say.” She responded, shrugging her shoulders. “I’ve never done this before, but I’m nervous about talking to Chan.”

“That’s understandable because he’s an idol, famous worldwide, and his fan base is savages,” Kaya explained, leaning her head against her hand.

“Oh, I’m not worried about them. You know me, but I’m worried about my child. I know someone will take it too far behind a phone screen and talk about my child.” Miya softly expressed, running her fingers through her hair. “You know how I can get when I feel like someone has crossed a line with me.”

“Girl, I'm the same way. My mouth starts going when I’m at that point, and it’s hard to get me to stop.” Kaya said, nodding in agreement.

“Exactly, and I don’t want that to ruin his image.” Miya sighed, feeling her chest tighten with anxiousness.

Suddenly, the doorbell echoed throughout the house, making the girls look at each other. Miya sighed, rubbing the sides of her head as Karsyn and Kaya went outside while she answered the door. She stood before the door and sighed heavily before grasping the handle and opening it. On the opposite side of the doorway was Chan, who looked scrumptious in her opinion.

Miya smiled at him, showing respect and manners by bowing. “Hi, Chan.”

“It’s good to see you again, Miya.” Chan greeted her, smiling at the one with whom he shared a passionate night.

“Come in and welcome to my home.” Miya grinned, stepping aside to allow the father of her inside.

Chan entered the house, looking around at the design from the ceiling to the floors. He followed the young woman to her living area and sat across from her on the second sofa.

“I love your house.” Chan politely complimented, fiddling with his fingers.

“Thank you.” Miya smiled, blushing a little as Chan grinned.

“How long have you lived here?” Chan asked, leaning his head against the back of the sofa.

“I’ve been here for eight months.” She answered, bringing her knees to her chest.

As Miya went to speak, she heard Noémi’s whines coming from upstairs, followed by Kaya’s voice. “Miya Noémi wants you.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.” She replied, standing to her feet. “I’ll be right back.”

Miya walked upstairs, following her best friend’s voice to her bedroom. Kaya had Noémi in her arms as she tried to get out of her grasp, reaching for her mother. The mother held the baby in her arms and carefully walked down the stairs. As she entered the living room, Chan looked up and fell in love. There she was.

His baby girl. There was no denying her because the resemblance was uncanny. Noémi had his eyes and mouth but had her mother's nose. Chan was hesitant initially but held his arms out to his child. She stared at him, taking in his facial features before reaching her arms out to him.

Chan let out a breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding in as he held his child for the first time. Noémi stared into Chan's eyes, studying his face, every tiny freckle and every pore. Suddenly, she smiled, making her father's heart swell as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” Chan laughed, rubbing his daughter's back. “She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, but now that you two are side by side, you guys look like twins.” Miya complimented, smiling at the pair. Seeing them together made her heart also swell, and it made her feel something.

Chan sat on the sofa, sat his daughter on his lap, and started cooing at her, loving the sounds she returned. He ran his finger down her chubby, soft cheek before kissing her forehead. Many emotions ran through Chan, and he honestly wanted to cry.

“Hi, baby girl,” Chan said, smiling funny at the toddler. Noémi looked at him and gave him a wide grin, showing her gums. “You’re so cute. Do you talk to her in Korean, too?”

“Yes, I do, so she knows both languages,” Miya responded, running her hand through her hair. “One thing about Noémi is that she loves your music.” Miya laughed, grabbing her phone.

“Does she?” He questioned, widening his eyes in surprise. “What song does she like?”

“She’s hooked on Charmer.” She smiled, scrolling through her music.

After finding the song, Miya turned up the volume, and immediately, Noémi turned toward her mother. The second the music started playing, the toddler began dancing, wiggling her hips and bouncing up and down. Chan laughed, seeing his daughter wiggle around to his music, and couldn't resist taking his phone out and recording her.

“That is so adorable. Thank you.” Chan praised, staring at Miya with a sense of admiration. She was allowing him to see his daughter, and not many women do that when they get pregnant on a one-night stand. “Now that I’m seeing Noémi, it’s surreal. When I saw the picture, I didn't believe it at first, but I started adding the dates.”“Believe me, I understand. When Noémi was born, I stared at her face for five minutes in disbelief that I have a baby now.” The young woman explained, leaning her head against the back of the couch. “I’m a whole mother, and the fact of who her father is, my world will flip upside down.”

“I was wondering if you knew who I was.” He grinned, watching his child play with her toys.

“I didn’t realize it until the next morning. I was shocked and embarrassed that I would do that.” Miya admitted, covering her face as her cheeks flushed a pink color.

“If it didn’t happen, we wouldn’t have her now, would we?” Chan inquired, smiling at Miya, making her heart flutter.

“No, but I am worried about what would happen if and when this gets to your fans worldwide.” The young woman confessed, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“Yeah, it will make Stays go into an uproar if that makes sense. They’re going to ask questions and want answers.” Chan responded, understanding her fears. He wasn’t wrong, though. If and when Stays finds out about Noémi, they will want answers on who the mother is and ask numerous questions. “If you’re worried about Stays bombarding you and Cheon-Sa, I can step back some-”

“No, I don't want you to do that because I want you in her life. I fear for her.” Miya avowed, glancing down at her nails. “What if something happens to me or god forbids Noémi if we’re walking down the street?”

“Miya, listen to me. I won’t let anything happen to you, let alone Noémi.” Chan promised, grasping Miya’s hand softly.

“You’re not always going to be there, Chan. Sometimes, you’ll be across the sea touring while I’m here.” Miya truthfully stated, shrugging her shoulders.

“I know, but I’ll do my hardest to be there for you and Noémi.” He assured her, gently rubbing the back of Miya’s hand with his thumb.

“I don’t doubt that you will.” Miya smiled, cocking her head to the side.

The pair continued their conversation as Miya discussed Noémi’s likes and dislikes. Chan was glad he had this time with Miya to learn about her concerns and worries. He enjoyed sharing the moments with Noémi because he already felt a bond with her the second he laid eyes on her little body. After a while, Chan checked his phone and saw the time on the screen.

“I have to go, but I’ll call you tonight,” Chan said, standing to his feet. Miya did the same, picking up Noémi and following him to the front door when he put his shoes on. “Bye, baby girl.”

“Say bye to Appa.” The young woman cooed, kissing her baby girl’s cheek. The toddler smiled at Chan, waving her tiny hand at her father.

Miya waved goodbye to Chan as he got in the car with his bodyguard and drove off. As she closed the front door, Kaya and Karsyn came downstairs and walked to the living room.

“So, how did it go?” Kaya asked, sitting on the sofa.

“It went well. We talked and agreed on some things.” Miya replied, setting Noémi in her play area.

“That’s good. Chan seems like he’s a good guy.” Karsyn nodded, smiling at her friend.

“He is.” Miya grinned as her mind couldn’t help but wonder about the what-ifs and what could happen.

Chan arrived at the dance studio where he was meeting the others. On his way there, his phone blew up with messages from his group members. When he entered the room, the guys groaned and hollered that their leader finally appeared.

“Yah! Where have you been?” Changbin yelled, jumping to his feet.

“I need to talk to you guys,” Chan replied, scratching the back of his neck. The members knew something was off by Chan’s demeanor.

“What’s wrong?” Felix asked as the guys gathered around and sat on the sofa. Seungmin, I.N., and Han sat in front of them on the floor.

“Do you guys remember the restaurant we went to for my birthday that my friend Caleb paid for last year?” Chan questioned, looking at each of his members.

“What about it?” Minho inquired, shrugging his shoulders.

“Do you remember the girl that wore a blue dress? She was Hyun-Jung’s friend.” He responded, leaning his elbows against his knees.

“I remember her. She sat at the opposite end of the table.” Felix replied, realizing who Chan was talking about.

“So, um, after we went to the club that night, we returned to my hotel room, and one thing led to another,” Chan explained, rubbing his hands on his jeans. The group stared at him with wide eyes, not believing he would have a one-night stand with someone he just met. “Today, I went to her house because she became pregnant, and now I have a daughter.”

Silence filled the room as the group processed what their leader just stated. Bang Chan a dad? No, it can’t be. Suddenly, Hyunjin screamed and started running around the spacious room.

“Wait, are you serious?” Felix asked, staring at Chan wide-eyed.

“Very.” Chan nodded, pulling out his phone and showing them the picture he took of Noémi.

“Wa, geu salam kkog dangsin-ilang dalm-assneyo.” Han gasped, looking back and forth between his leader and the picture. ( “Wow, she looks just like you.” )

“There’s no denying that,” Felix responded, laughing at the video of Chan’s child.

“What’s her name?” Seungmin asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“Cheon-Sa or Noémi,” Chan answered, rubbing his chin.

“Geunyeoui eomeonineun ban-eun hangug-in-ingayo?” Hyunjin questioned with a wide grin on his face. He didn’t know whether to be excited that his leader was a father or that he was considered an uncle. ( “Is her mother Korean?” )

“Yes, she is.” The group leader nodded, answering his third oldest member.

“JYP is going to go nuts.” I.N. laughed, staring at his leader.

“Nuts? He’s going to have a heart attack.” Seungmin laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“I’ll handle JYP regarding that, but just keep it between us for now,” Chan responded, looking at each of his members. “She worried about when that time would come, but for now, keep it hush.”

The group nodded, understanding Chan's situation, and decided to keep it hush. They’ll get through dance practice for now, but they would want to meet Miya and Noémi eventually. However, one thing's for sure. The guys were happy for Chan and even excited. Now that his group knows, all he has to do is tell his family.

Outside in the backyard area, Miya, Kaya, and Noémi splashed around in the pool. It was a warm day, so they decided to get in the water. Noémi was a water baby. She loved being in the pool and bathtub. So much that she never wanted to get out.

Karsyn smiled, watching the toddler interact with her mother. She adored the way Noémi giggled and laughed. It made Karsyn want a baby, but was now the right time? Maybe or maybe not, but eventually, she’d want one. Thinking about her future with Caleb made her begin missing him.

It made her glad that she met him on Valentine’s Day in 2017. Karsyn walked inside the house, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and called her longtime boyfriend.

02/14/17🖤👅 - I was beginning to miss your voice.

What are you doing?

02/14/17🖤👅 - Getting ready to do a tattoo.

Can I come over?

02/14/17🖤👅 - You know you don’t have to ask.

I know, but I like to.

02/14/17🖤👅 - Can you bring me gimbap and bibimbap from the restaurant by the apartment?

Okay, only because I’m hungry.

02/14/17🖤👅 - Miya didn’t cook?

No, she had a meeting with Chan.

02/14/17🖤👅 - How did that go?

Miya said it went well. They talked and got on the same page regarding Noémi being a secret from the public.

02/14/17🖤👅 - That’s good. Noémi deserves to have both parents in her life.

Exactly. Well, I’ll be on my way when my Uber arrives.

02/14/17🖤👅 - You know how I feel about you using Uber.

Well, you’re prepping for a tattoo.

02/14/17🖤👅 - I still don’t like it.

Whatever. I’ll see you in a bit.

02/14/17🖤👅 - You’re lucky I have your location.

I love you.

02/14/17🖤👅 - Love you too.

Hanging up the phone, Karsyn ordered her Uber before heading back to Miya's backyard. “My Uber is on its way. I’m going to see Caleb.”

“No, don’t leave,” Miya whined, holding her hand out to her best friend.

“I’ll call you later.” Karsyn laughed as she received a notification from Uber saying her driver was arriving.

“Yeah, right. Knowing Caleb, you’ll probably see him for something else.” Kaya teased, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.

“Whatever, and he’s doing tattoos today.” Karsyn defended, placing her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, but not all night.” Her best friend grinned, making Miya splash her with pool water. “I’m just saying.”

“Anyways, I’ll call you guys later. My ride is here.” Karsyn replied, waving at her two best friends.

“Be safe and careful!” She heard Miya yell from the pool.

“Always, and you have my location!” Karsyn responded, exiting the house to the red sedan.

She climbed in the backseat, smiling politely at the middle-aged female driver. Before arriving at Caleb’s tattoo shop, she stopped by the restaurant in their shared apartment and ordered his food. Karsyn also bought herself something to eat before returning to her Uber and heading toward her boyfriend’s location. Arriving at Caleb’s tattoo shop, she grabbed her food bags and exited the vehicle. The bell above the door dinged as she entered the building, signaling her arrival.

Caleb walked to the front, seeing his beautiful girlfriend with food. A smile appeared on his face as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled away from Karsyn before planting a kiss on her luscious lips. Their smooch lingered on, but before it got heated, Karsyn pulled away.

“Hana deo.” Caleb breathed heavily, trying to kiss Karsyn’s lips once again. ( “One more.” )

His girlfriend giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips, but he wanted more as he pulled her closer. “No. You have work to do.” She finally pulled away and held up the bag of food.

Caleb poked out his bottom lip in a childish pout before grabbing the bag and heading towards the back room. After a ten-minute wait, Caleb’s client finally arrived. The man greeted Karsyn as she sat at the reception desk before doing the same to the tattoo artist. Her boyfriend led his client to the tattoo station and got to work. Karsyn sat in the front as hip-hop music echoed throughout the establishment.

Karsyn admired Caleb and his eye for creativity. She supported him when he suggested opening his tattoo shop. She got his initials tattooed on her right ass cheek, and he had hers on his pelvis on the grand opening day. On Valentine’s Day in 2017, Karsyn was stood up by the man she thought loved her, but it turns out he didn’t when she received a message of him sleeping with another girl. After watching that video, she became devastated.

She rushed out of the restaurant, and right when Karsyn exited the door, she ran straight into a hard chest. Karsyn looked up, and low and behold, she saw the sexiest face known to man, in her opinion. Caleb had the prettiest smile she had ever seen and instantly started melting. They talked, exchanged numbers, and started dating after a year because of Karsyn’s new relationship issues. Now they’re two peas in a pod and are inseparable.

Approximately three hours later, Caleb finished tattooing his client. He wrapped up the new ink in plastic and thanked the man as he walked to the front and paid. Caleb turned to Karsyn, who was finishing a drawing she was working on. Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, Caleb pressed his lips to the top of her head before pecking her cheek, making Karsyn giggle.

“Was that the only client you had today?” Karsyn asked, smiling at the taller male.

“No, he was the third one. I helped Tae-Woong with his client who got a back tattoo.” Caleb explained, playing with the nape of Karsyn’s neck. “And another client got a small rose on her forearm.”

“You must be tired.” Karsyn smiled seductively, wrapping her arms around Caleb’s neck. He could see the list clouding her eyes.

“Well, not tired enough for you.” He responded, leaning down to capture her plump lips.

“Well, if you hurry up and close, we can get home faster.” Karsyn grinned, biting her bottom lip teasingly.

Caleb quickly pulled away from his girlfriend and sanitized his equipment before grabbing Karsyn’s hand and keys and locking the door behind them. As they entered his car, Caleb started it up before holding his lover's hand and driving away from the building. When they arrived at their shared apartment, Caleb was instantly on Karsyn. Their lips smacked against each other as his hand gripped and groped anything he could. Karsyn moaned as Caleb pushed her against the nearest wall.

As the couple went to their shared bedroom, clothing came off. Caleb tossed his girlfriend on the bed before climbing on top of her. Once the barrier keeping them apart vanished, Caleb’s back was marked with bright red scratches as he explored Karsyn’s inner walls. He covered her neck and chest in hickies. Their sound of lovemaking echoed throughout the dark apartment.

After their escapade, Karsyn lay in Caleb’s arms as they stared at nothing in particular. She wanted to talk about what she was thinking of earlier and decided that now was as good as any time. Caleb knew she had something on her mind, so he wanted her to say it.

“Speak, dove,” Caleb said, tapping his girlfriend’s forehead with his finger.

“It’s nothing.” Karsyn denied, shaking her head. “I was just thinking about something.”

“Tell me.” He replied, squishing her cheek and making her laugh.

“What would happen if I were to end up pregnant?” Karsyn questioned, looking into her boyfriend’s brown eyes.

“Are you?” Caleb responded, staring at her.

“No, I’m not, but I wondered if I was. I was watching Noémi earlier and was wondering what it would be like if we were to have a baby.” She explained, playing with the silver chain around his neck. “Would you still be with me if I fell pregnant?”

“Of course, I would be with you, Karsyn. Nothing or no one would change that.” He responded, rubbing her shoulder.

“I kept picturing what our child would look like. Would they have your features or mine?” Karsyn commented, smiling at him. “I want them to have your smile. It’s beautiful with curly dark hair and a cute button nose, but I'm scared.”

“Scared of what?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“Of being a good mother. With my relationship with mine, I wonder if I’d end up like her.” Karsyn confessed, picking at her fingernails.

“Baby, listen to me,” Caleb said sternly, grasping his girlfriend’s face to make her look at him. “You are not your mother. In no shape or form. You will be an awesome mother to our babies one day. Understand?”

Karsyn nodded as tears ran down her cheeks. Caleb pressed a kiss to her lips as they lay there in each other's embrace.

“Your dream will come true one day,” Caleb said, giving her a reassuring smile.

He kissed her forehead as she cuddled up to him, soaking in his body heat. In his mind, Celeb wanted the same thing Karsyn did. Since Noémi was born, he has wanted a baby of his own. It did not matter the gender. He just wanted one shared with his sweetheart.

Miya hummed a lullaby as she rocked her daughter to sleep. It was 8:45 pm, and Noémi had gone to bed ten minutes earlier. She carefully placed the toddler in her crib before quietly leaving the room but keeping the door open. As Miya entered her bedroom, she went to her attached bathroom and turned on the shower. Once it was ready, she stripped out of the clothes she had on and stood in the glass enclosure under the water.

The hot water felt amazing on her skin, soothing her muscles. Caring for a one-year-old was hard work, but she managed to do it. After her shower, Miya stepped out and wrapped a towel around her body. She changed into a white seamless plain rib lingerie set for bed since she was the only person in the house. Before settling in bed, Miya did her nighttime skin routine.

As Miya walked out of the bathroom, her phone started ringing. She raced over and saw Chan’s number flashing on the screen. Before answering the call, she found a white oversized t-shirt, put it on over her body, and pressed the green button.

Hello Chan.

(850) 961-3198 - Is this a bad time?

No, I'm just relaxing my brain. It won’t let me fall asleep.

(850) 961-3198 - We have the same problem.

Yeah, I understand. It sucks.

(850) 961-3198 - That it does. Is Noémi asleep?

Yes, she is. She had a hard time falling asleep tonight.

(850) 961-3198 - Aww poor baby.

I know, but she finally gave in and went to sleep.

(850) 961-3198 - Does she stay asleep all night?

Yes, unless she’s sick or something.

(850) 961-3198 - I want to ask you something.

Ask away.

(850) 961-3198 - How did you become friends with Caleb?

I met him through Karsyn when I moved back to Korea. She introduced him as her boyfriend; we’ve been like siblings since then.

(850) 961-3198 - That’s nice.

Yeah, Caleb’s always been like the protective brother I never had. He was there when Noémi was born and cut her umbilical cord, but since that day, his protectiveness has intensified.

(850) 961-3198 - That's good. Someone is there to protect you when I can’t.

Exactly, but it’s out of love. He doesn’t like it when I go out with Noémi by myself.

(850) 961-3198 - I can understand that. Caleb wants to make sure you two are safe.

Yeah, and I love him for that, as do the others. I love them with all my heart.

(850) 961-3198 - I like that for you. I like your friends who will do anything for you and Noémi.

Yeah, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

(850) 961-3198 - Tell me about you.

What do you want to know?

(850) 961-3198 - Anything. What’s your favorite food?

Kimchi fried rice.

(850) 961-3198 - Do you like sweet or spicy food?

Both, but mainly spicy.

(850) 961-3198 - I'm not fond of spicy or bitter foods.

Why spicy food is the best.

(850) 961-3198 - My spice tolerance is very low.

Well, we’re going to have to work on that. I make the best spicy tteokbokki, as my friends say. They love my cooking.

(850) 961-3198 - Who'd you get your recipes from?

My mother and grandmother.

(850) 961-3198 - I’d have to try your food one day.

It’s — amazing.

(850) 961-3198 - You’re cute when you yawn.

Thank you for that compliment.

(850) 961-3198 - I’ll get going and let you go to sleep.

Goodnight Chan.

(850) 961-3198 - Night Miya.

After the call disconnected, Miya added Dimples🤗 to Chan’s contact and laughed as she charged her phone. She was glad Chan called, beginning to miss the sound of his voice. His profound yet alluring voice honestly made her throb down below.

“Go to sleep, Miya Giselle,” Miya spoke to herself, sighing as she turned over.

Before Miya knew it, she was asleep, dreaming about these brown eyes, deep dimples, and husky voice that belonged to her daughter's father.

[boopjuice]

Jokes on you, I did read the tags

Me creating an OC: Wouldn't it be messed up if they were mind-controlled for years with no memory of life before the mind control started. Wouldn't it be messed up if they weren't sure who they are now after they broke the spell. Wouldn't it be so interesting to watch them struggle with figuring out how to live now that they make their own decisions.

Me creating another OC: Wouldn't it be messed up if they were mind-controlled their entire life. Wouldn't it be messed up if they genuinely didn't know which character traits are theirs and which were installed by mind control. Wouldn't it be so interesting to watch them slowly regain control and break away from the spell and rebuild their personality.

Me creating another another OC: Wouldn't it-

Reasonable part of my mind: No.

Me: I haven't said anything!

Reasonable part of my mind: I know what you're gonna do. Don't. We have enough characters who went through mind control.

Me:

Reasonable part of my mind: Do. Not.

Me:

Reasonable part of my mind: Don't you dare.

Me: Okay but like A LITTLE BIT of mind control-

[yoiyoms]

happy birth(name)day to my sons Toks and Osa 💗

15 Oct. - twitter link

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HYMN HIATUS this week || ASK GAME TIME !

Moving across the globe is, once again, a total ******* and I can’t give chapter edits appropriate attention. Instead: Hymn ask game :)

You Tell Me!

1. What would your life look like if you lived in Takoba/Aldera? (htbw oc realness 💅🏽)

2. What is the most ridiculous moment for you from this story so far?

3. How is it all gonna end?

4. Horniest/randomest/most irreverent hcs for any supporting character?

5. Wildcard❗️any thought at all

Pom Tells You!

6. “Who/When/Where/What was going on in [_] scene?” Any moments of total confusion?

7. “Pom, wtf were you thinking about while writing [_]?” Development questions?

8. Favorite characters to write for/themes to explore?

9. Deleted scenes?

10. Wildcard‼️ any thought at all

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Young Love and Old Money

Summary: this series follows the story of Lewis Nixon and Josephine Wills and their trials, tribulation and love throughout WW2, including stories of their friends in between. Warnings: no real warnings for this chapter just a very happy ending

This is the final installment of Josie and Lewis’ story. Thank you so much to everyone who followed and supported them and me as I wrote my first Band of Brothers series and first OC. I can’t believe Josie and Lewis journey has come to an end but don’t worry you’ll still see them about in little fics and the story of the three J’s will continue. Hugh shoutout to @georgieluz for giving me the courage to make an OC and listening to my endless ramblings about them.

Masterlist

I had a dream - New Jersey 1946

Lewis sighed as he stepped out of the car, throwing his coat over his arm and grabbing his briefcase, before striding up the steps to the front door. There was a mad pattering of feet on the other side, and as the door swung open a small figure jumped into his arms.

“Hey buddy, have you been good today? Who’s my good boy,” the little dog wriggled frantically in his arms, licking all over his face. Lewis managed to close the door with his other hand just in time for his 12-month-old son to come trotting towards him followed cautiously by his attentive wife.

“And there’s my best boy,” Lewis called, scooping up his son and tickling the small boy who shouted out in glee, waving his little fists in the air.

“We’ve had a good day haven’t we Richard? We spoke to Uncle Julian on the phone this morning, didn’t we? Jules and George are getting on well. Julian’s back at university completing his degree. He’s nearly finished. His graduation should be this year.”

Lewis nodded attentively, smiling at the prospect of a family road trip to visit their friends.

“And in other news, Jess and Eugene are finally starting the family they dreamed of. She called me this morning with the news,” Josie beamed at her husband.

“Oh, that’s brilliant news. Eugene’s going to make a great father,” Lewis chimed in, grinning at his wife. “I’m really happy for them.”

Lewis stood up, his son resting on his hip, as he leaned forward to kiss his wife. As their lips met it felt like their first kiss all over again and Lewis knew that he would never get bored of kissing her lips.

“I can’t believe you married me,” Lewis admitted with a shy smile on his lips.

Josie laughed, throwing her head back a little. “Well, you are quite the catch, Mr Nixon.”

“Oh am I,” he grinned even wider, his hand resting on her hip. “Well, then I suppose you're the lucky one.”

“All right. Shall we get Daddy some dinner before his head gets too big to fit through the door,” Josie laughed, scooping her son out of her husband's arms and walking through to the kitchen, Lewis's laughter following her.

“Well, our boy is gonna be even more of a catch with my looks but your big brown eyes. It was those eyes that haunted my dreams,” Lewis admitted, reaching his wife once more and pulling her closer this time as their son sat in his playpen.

“Oh really,” she laughed, kissing the end of his nose. “Well, then the ladies better watch out. Can’t trust those Nixon boys.”

There was a tight tap at the front door and Lewis sighed, releasing his wife from his arms and heading towards the door. There were some muffled voices before Lewis shouted for her to come and see who it was. Josie wiped her hands in her apron, undoing it quickly before following her husband. There were four figures at the door all smiling brightly at her. Josie gasped as her four friends stepped in through the front door, Lewis chatting away to them.

“Jess? Julian? What are you going to do here?” Josie threw her arms around her two friends who embraced her back.

“I’ve missed you both so much,” Julian mumbled over Josie’s shoulder and Jess just nodded.

When they pulled away Josie hugged George and Eugene too before ushering them through the living room.

“So what brings you all to New Jersey?”

“I invited them,” Lewis admitted, “I thought it was finally time we got the infamous three J’s back together and it’s a bank holiday weekend so we’ve got the whole long weekend to spend together.”

“Really?” Josie felt tears welling in her eyes again and the smiling faces of her friends looked back at her. It had been so long since they had all been together. It must have been after the birth of their son and their move to the States that she had last seen Jess and Julian.

“We have so much to catch up on. How are you, Josie?” Jess asked.

“How am I? More like how are you? I’m so happy for you both,” she gripped Jess’ hand and squeezed it. Eugene looked down at Jess smiling wider than Josie had ever seen him do before. Josie’s eyes followed over her friends watching how George’s hand rested comfortably on Julian’s hip. To see both her friends looking so content after everything they had all been through caused Josie’s heart to swell.

“I love you all so much,” Josie blurted out and Julian laughed.

“Well, I hope so, Josie. We did come all this way,” to which he squeaked as George elbowed him in the ribs. “What? I was joking.”

“We love you too Josie,” Jess replied for Julian who was glaring at George as he just grinned back at him.

“Are you happy, My Love?” Lewis asked, leaning over to kiss his wife’s cheek.

“Yes, I am. I’m very happy. I dreamed of this moment for a long time. Thank you for everything, Lew.”

Lewis laughed again, “Don’t thank me yet. We’ve still got Dick to pop by yet.” Josie laughed again, her heart feeling fuller than it ever had. Surrounded by her friends and family Josie finally felt at peace, nestled in their quiet little corner away from all the horrors they had witnessed. Finally at peace.

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through the hourglass 296. brb x oc

a/n: dude i love writing angry rooster uwu(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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“You…are not being serious,right?”

Well, that’s going well already.

Beatrice just chews her lower lip as she sits on the couch. The twins are sleeping on their cribs while Nicole is busy on her playpen close to Bea, leaning against Jack’s massive form as the dog sleeps. Evelyn is by the door, one hand propped on her waist while the other arm holds little JJ who is peacefully asleep. “...well…I mean, you saw the skeleton on the way over.”

Evelyn's expression shifted from disbelief to concern as she processed Beatrice's words. "You're telling me this is not some elaborate prank or hallucination caused by sleep deprivation, right?"

Beatrice chuckled, tiredly. "I wish it were that simple, Ev. But no, it's real. Miranda has officially declared a Halloween war on the neighborhood, and she's chosen July as her battleground."

Evelyn sighed, adjusting the sleeping JJ in her arms. "That's a whole new level of... audacity."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Beatrice replied, her eyes reflecting the exhaustion already bubbling. "I woke up to the sight of a giant skeleton with glowing eyes right outside my window. It's like living in a twisted version of a holiday movie."

Evelyn lowered herself onto the couch beside Beatrice, carefully settling JJ in her lap. "Well, at least you have a front-row seat to the chaos. I can't believe she did that so early in the morning.”

Nicole, oblivious to the early morning drama, continued playing in her playpen, her giggles adding a single touch of innocence to the moment. The twins, peacefully asleep in their cribs, seemed undisturbed by the Halloween war waging outside.

Evelyn glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings of Beatrice's home. "You know, I never thought suburban life would involve Halloween wars. Maybe a heated book club discussion or a dispute over property lines, but not this."

"Welcome to the neighborhood, where every day is an adventure. Seriously, though, who declares war on Halloween decorations in July?"

Evelyn shook her head in disbelief, her eyes narrowing in mock seriousness. "Miranda, apparently. Did she give any reason for this…spectacle?"

Beatrice sighed,shrugging with her hands clasped. "Not really. I think it's just Miranda being Miranda, taking a mundane rivalry to the next level. Maybe she thought she could catch everyone off guard by springing this on us in July."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what's your plan of action in this Halloween war?"

Beatrice frowns,rubbing her forehead. "I…have too much in my mind. I am upset, don’t get me wrong but…ugh…it’s just so much.”

With a gentle smile, Evelyn reached out, placing a hand on Beatrice's shoulder and keeping it there. "Bea, you've got a lot on your plate, especially with Rooster being away on his mission. Handling Halloween wars in July should be the least of your worries. How about you take a step back, let the neighbors deal with Miranda's theatrics, and focus on yourself and the kids?"

“You think they will?”

“Well,that woman has a huge skeleton in her yard in July.” she shrugs,”Your neighbors are nice…but I doubt they are that nice.”

Beatrice met Evelyn's gaze, then dropped her eyes to her hands. "You're right, Ev. It's just... sometimes, I don’t get her, you know? And with Rooster away, it's like I'm juggling more than ever. Why is she so…ugh,annoyed with me? I mean,I dislike her too but–"

“Sometimes people just clash, and it's not about you or anything you've done. It's just her way of navigating the world. As for why she's annoyed with you, well, she probably doesn't even have a solid reason."

Beatrice nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know you're right. It's just hard to ignore, you know? Especially with everything else going on."

Evelyn leaned back on the couch, still holding JJ in her arms. "Of course, it's hard. You're dealing with a lot. Rooster being away, the challenges with the kids, and now this unexpected Halloween war. It's okay to feel overwhelmed."

Beatrice let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping and her fingers rubbing her temples. "I just want some peace, you know? Like, a day where everything is normal, and I don't have to worry about giant skeletons or mysterious Halloween wars. Is that too much to ask?"

Evelyn chuckled, a warm and understanding sound. "Not too much at all, Bea. In fact, I think it's exactly what you need. Maybe we can plan a quiet day for you and the kids, away from all this chaos. How about a little escape, even if just for a while?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of Beatrice's lips. "That sounds nice, but…I dunno Ev."

Evelyn adjusted JJ in her arms, the little one seemingly content in the warmth of her embrace. She considered Beatrice's hesitance and the exhaustion etched on her friend's face. "Bea, trust me, a break would do wonders for you. You've been shouldering so much, and a moment of respite might be just what you need. We can plan something simple, a little escape to take your mind off things."

Beatrice pondered Evelyn's suggestion, the idea of a temporary escape from the chaos of the neighborhood wars and the challenges of everyday life. A sense of relief flickered in her eyes at the thought of a peaceful day. "Maybe you're right, Ev. I just need to clear my head for a bit. But, what about the kids?"

Evelyn chuckled, "We can make it a family affair. I'm sure the kids could use a break too, and maybe a change of scenery will lift everyone's spirits. We'll keep it low-key, no giant skeletons in sight."

Beatrice nodded, a faint smile returning to her face. "Alright, um…when?"

“When do you want?”

“Well…I have work tomorrow, thursday and Friday, so maybe…Saturday?” Bea asks, “Oh,I also have to check with the pediatrician for the twins on Saturday and I need to check on the grocery list and-” she went on and on and on. Evelyn just watches as Bea lists her life without looking away from her hands.

Evelyn patiently listened as Beatrice unraveled the web of responsibilities and commitments that seemed to entangle her life. The intricate dance of managing work, appointments, and the daily demands of raising a family unfolded before Evelyn's eyes. She could see the weight on Beatrice's shoulders, the weariness in her expression.

As Beatrice continued listing her obligations, Evelyn gently interjected, "Bea, take a breath. We're just planning a simple day out, not orchestrating a military operation." she smirks, “Rooster is the Lieutenant, not you.”

Beatrice looked up, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Sorry, I tend to go into overdrive mode when things."

“I know. But remember, this escape is meant to be a break, not an added stressor. Let's keep it light and enjoyable. We can work around your schedule and make sure everything falls into place." Evelyn smiles, “Okay?”

Beatrice nodded, her fingers absentmindedly tapping on the armrest of the couch. "Yeah, you're right. Saturday sounds good. A day away from the chaos would be a welcome change."

Evelyn grinned, "Perfect. Now, let's focus on the positive side. What do you and the kids enjoy doing together?"

"Well, the kids love the park. Maybe we could start with a morning at the park, let Nikki run around, and just enjoy being outdoors." she pauses, “Take the dogs too.”

Evelyn nodded, "Great idea. Simple, yet effective. Kids always find joy in the simplest of things. What about after the park?"

Beatrice tapped her chin, contemplating the possibilities. "Hmm, maybe a picnic? We could pack some sandwiches and snacks. Keep it casual, you know?"

Evelyn approved with a nod, "Love it. Anything else you'd like to include?"

Beatrice pondered, her mind racing through the potential elements of their escape day. "How about an ice cream stop? …at Mr.Scoops?"

“I think that sounds great.” Evelyn smiles, rubbing her friend’s shoulder, “It’ll be alright,Bea…did you tell Rooster any…any of this?”

“No.” the brunette immediately shakes her head, “No,I don’t want him to be bothered by this, you know? Besides…I can resolve this here.”

“...you sure.”

“I am. I–”

-

“--am not sure of this.” Rooster says, Mark is standing in front of him in the office at the base. Rooster has his arms crossed, clearly not open to any other of Mark’s suggestions right now “It’s..hard to say with the breach that just happened,Mark.”

"I understand your concerns, Rooster," Mark said, his tone dripping with an insincere sympathy. "But we can't let a minor breach disrupt the entire operation. We need to move forward and adapt."

Rooster's jaw tensed as he uncrossed his arms, meeting Mark's gaze head-on. "Minor breach? Mark, this was no minor breach. Our communications were compromised, and we can't just brush it off. It puts the entire mission at risk."

Mark waved off Rooster's concerns dismissively. "We're addressing the issue, but we can't afford to let paranoia hinder our progress. This mission is bigger than individual insecurities."

Rooster took a step forward, narrowing the physical distance between them. "Individual insecurities? Mark, this isn't about personal issues. It's about the safety of the team and the success of the mission. We need to reassess and strengthen our security protocols."

Mark's gaze hardened, his arrogance morphing into irritation. "Well, didn’t the higher ups said we have the go? Then we go!"

A tense silence hung in the air as the two men locked eyes. The office, usually a hub of strategic discussions, now bore witness to a power struggle fueled by conflicting egos.

Rooster, unyielding, refused to back down. "I still prefer to be cautious. For everyone. No one will be at risk in my command,Mark. You included.”

The office air felt thick with tension as Rooster's stern gaze bore into Mark's eyes. The clash of their wills reverberated through the room, each word spoken echoing the deep-rooted discord.

Mark's condescending tone had always grated on Rooster, but now, in the aftermath of the security breach, the disdain in Mark's words had reached a new level. Rooster's commitment to the safety of the team clashed sharply with Mark's brash disregard for the severity of the situation.

"We can't let paranoia hinder our progress, Rooster," Mark repeated, his voice laced with impatience. "We have the green light from the higher-ups. It's time to focus on the mission at hand."

Rooster's jaw clenched, his frustration simmering beneath the surface as he holds out his hand to enunciate his words. "Mark, this isn't about paranoia. Our communications were compromised, and we need to address it before moving forward. Ignoring the breach is a risk we can't afford to take."

Mark leaned against the desk, crossing his arms in a show of arrogance. "You are too cautious, Rooster. It's time to take bold steps, especially when we have the opportunity laid out in front of us."

“Like the maps you showed me?” Rooster cuts him off, “The ones you didn’t say where exactly you got it? Those bold steps?”

Mark's eyes narrowed, a fleeting flicker of discomfort crossing his face at Rooster's direct reference to the maps. He quickly masked it with a practiced veneer of indifference.

"Rooster, the source of the maps is classified. You know that. What matters is the opportunity they present for the success of our mission," Mark retorted, attempting to steer the conversation away from the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

Rooster remained undeterred, his gaze unwavering. "Classified or not, Mark, we can't afford to ignore the implications of a security breach. If our communications were compromised, what's to say the source of those maps won't be exposed as well?"

Mark's dismissive attitude persisted. "We have our priorities. The mission takes precedence. We've been granted the green light, and it's time to execute."

The frustration etched on Rooster's face deepened, his voice firm. "I'm not saying we abandon the mission. I'm saying we address the breach, shore up our security, and then proceed. We owe it to the team, to everyone involved."

Mark unfolded his arms, straightening up with an air of superiority. "Rooster, your caution is holding us back. We can't let minor setbacks dictate our actions. This is an opportunity we can't afford to miss,do you understand me?"

“My caution?” Rooster hated pulling rank, but right now? Right now it was needed ,”...I am the leader of this mission, I am responsible for everyone. Their safety. I lost no one in the years I’ve been in the Navy,no one…and this won’t be the time it will happen. Do you understand me?”

The atmosphere in the office crackled with tension as Rooster's stern gaze bore into Mark's eyes. The clash of their wills reverberated through the room, each word spoken echoing the deep-rooted discord.

And he could finally see…Mark falters. His eyes shake almost in fear and desperation…he knew that look. Young recruits had them, Jaws and Raptor, months ago when they tried to take over the mission had that look.

Mark was a man that got what he wanted but he will not get it from Rooster. 

Mark, not accustomed to facing such resistance, could feel the weight of Rooster's authority pressing against his own inflated ego. He was about to reply, shakily so, when McAllister entered the office, “Sir I–” the young man stops, hand on the handle as he holds a pile of paper, eyes going wide “Oh,s-sorry,I-I knocked and I–I assumed– should I come back later?”

Both Rooster and Mark turned their attention to the young man, who stood frozen, a pile of papers in his hands, his eyes wide with surprise.

Rooster, ever composed, gestured for McAllister to proceed. "It's fine, McAllister. Mark,” and he drops his eyes to him, “Was just leaving…right?”

Mark hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between Rooster and McAllister. The interruption had disrupted the power play he was attempting, leaving him momentarily off balance.

 With a reluctant nod, Mark mumbled something about checking in later and exited the office.

Rooster's stern expression softened just a fraction as he turned his attention to McAllister. "What can I do for you, McAllister?"

McAllister, still visibly flustered, managed to stammer out an explanation. "Sir, I have the latest reports on the mission objectives and the security protocols we discussed earlier. Thought you might want to review them."

"Thank you, McAllister. I'll take a look at them," Rooster replied, his tone composed. As McAllister handed over the reports, Rooster couldn't help but notice the young man's nervous demeanor. It was a stark contrast to the arrogance of Mark.

“Anything new?”

“No sir.” he replies, “No one has seen anything out of the ordinary. Seems everything is…back in order. Hopefully.”

Rooster nodded, his focus shifting to the reports in his hands. "Good work, McAllister. Keep a close eye on the security protocols. We can't afford any lapses.”

McAllister, visibly relieved that Rooster wasn't as stern as he initially appeared, nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir." As Rooster started going through the reports, McAllister hesitated before speaking up. "Sir, if I may... about the breach. It's just... well, it's been making everyone on edge."

Rooster glanced up from the reports, recognizing the concern in McAllister's eyes. "I understand, McAllister. It's a serious matter, and I'm doing everything I can to address it. We can't afford any compromises in our security."

McAllister nodded, the tension in the room palpable. "It's just... we trust you, sir. But with everything that's been happening, it's hard not to feel a bit uneasy, you know?"

Rooster sighed, acknowledging the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. "If you have any concerns or suggestions, feel free to voice them."

The young man seemed reassured by Rooster's words. "Thank you, sir. I just wanted to... you know, make sure we're all on the same page."

 "Communication is key, McAllister. We need to be transparent with each other, especially in situations like this. Now, anything else you wanted to discuss?"

McAllister hesitated, glancing around the office as if checking for eavesdroppers. "Well, sir, it's just that... there are rumors circulating among the team. About the mission and the breach."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "What kind of rumors?"

McAllister bit his lip, choosing his words carefully. "Some of the team members are speculating that there's more to the mission than what we've been told. That maybe the breach wasn't just a random event."

Rooster's eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of concern crossing his features. "What are they saying, exactly?"

"Some think there's a mole within the team or that there's information being withheld from us. It's all whispers and speculation, sir, but it's creating a bit of tension," McAllister explained laughing nervously, “...I-I mean, yeah.”

Rooster processed the information, his mind racing. The notion of a mole within the team was a serious accusation, and if left unaddressed, it could erode the trust that held the unit together.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, McAllister. I'll look into it discreetly. Do not talk about this again, not until it’s resolved, understood?" Rooster said, his voice measured.

"Understood, sir. I won't mention it again," McAllister replied, relief evident in his voice. The weight of the information he carried seemed to lessen as Rooster assured him that it would be investigated.

Rooster studied McAllister for a moment, his gaze unwavering. "I appreciate your honesty, McAllister. It's crucial that we address any concerns within the team promptly. Now, let's focus on the mission. What else do you have for me?"

[watsittoyah]

The Devil's Playpen

A Obsessive!QIMIR X BLACK!FEMALE OC STAR WARS SMUT FIC

This is complete fiction, I do not own any characters of the star wars franchise however I own all characters of my own creation, as well as plot.

That being said, the themes will be dark, Qimir will have obsessive and possessive qualities. This story will be borderline grey morals, there will be trigger warnings in the beginning of every chapter that will be gruesome/sexual.

You’ve been warned little flower if you’d like to continue, please read forward, if not put this work of fiction down and go read the holy word…welcome to the Devils playpen…

Chapter 2) Fear Is Only A Four Letter Word

(Song: All Mine By Plaza)

Warning: Mutual masturbation, Mentions of suicide, Rough oral sex (male receiving), Self pleasure, back door eating (HE EATING GOOD TONIGHT LADIES!)

Previous

I can feel my mothers tears on my face as she hugs me.

“Mother I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-” I smell her burning flesh instantly and I want to vomit. When her now lifeless body falls against me, I see the figure who took her from me.

The figure was always Zen, but this time it’s…

“Qimir.” I wake up with a jolt and I’m no longer tied up in ropes. Instead I’m in a bed under a soft quilt.

I mentally curse my body because that means Qimir had to had touch me to get me into this bed.

A missed kill opportunity.

I go to get up, but I pause because I feel eyes on me.

I think fast about a weapon and he must’ve known what I was thinking because he says something that makes my skin crawl.

“You know looking for weapons won’t help you. I can always take it from you.” I cut my eyes at him. “So you want to come close to me or should I just come to you? Because the moment I get a weapon I’m going to-” He raises his hand to me and I become lifted in the air.

My throat is now in his hand and he looks me deep into my eyes. “Such a deadly little flower.” I can’t move. I can barely move my fingers and toes.

Of course he’s a force user.

“I hate you.” I hiss at him. “You hate me now, but you’ll learn to think otherwise, little flower…you know you talk in your sleep. Did your mother-”

“DON’T TALK ABOUT HER! SHUT UP!” I scream as I try to force my body to move. He looks at me with a smile crawling across his lips.

“You see you have this…” He squeezes my throat tighter, cutting off my air a bit. “…look in your eyes. It says you want to murder me. But that’s going to be difficult since I have the upper hand here.”

I start to feel my left side and before he can notice I bring my hand up and rake my nails across his face. He drops me instantly and I take a deep breathe.

I then take off running.

I’ll kill him and then I’ll get out of here.

First I need to find an exit, then maybe I can lure him out and then handle him.

I take a left and I can smell him not too far behind me.

He’s fucking gaining on me.

I take a right and halt around a corner. I press myself firmly against the wall and listen out for him. “You can’t run far, Akasha. I won’t let you leave this place. You’re not leaving me….” I heard him say as he stalks down the hall looking for me.

Once the coast is clear I take off down the hall in the opposite direction. I feel cold air drifting in from a room so I run inside and I see the light from outside.

I run faster and just when I feel like I have my freedom…

…I see that we’re on a high cliff.

I stop short and I see nothing but rocks and water as far as I could see. My legs give up from under me and I fall to my knees. I don’t even care that they’ll bruise.

I…I can’t stay here. I need to escape, I need to get my freedom back.

Before I know it, I’m walking down the halls, thinking about what I can do. How I can get off this fucking island.

How do I get this crazy son of a bitch to let me go?

You play the role he wants, tell him all he needs to hear and when the coast is clear, find a safe exit and slit his throat from ear to ear.

I smile to myself as I walk back to the bedroom and I make sure I play my roll well.

Don’t give in too easily, he will be suspicious. Be the cat in this mouse trap, Akasha.

I kneel in the middle of the room with my eyes closed listening for his panicked footsteps. His scent makes it to me before his presence does. I then hear him enter the room and I remain still.

“Look at my little flower, rooted where she belongs.” He says standing in front of me. I open my eyes and look at him, pretending I’m bored.

“Oh, you’re back?” He narrows his eyes at me and he grabs me by my upper arm. “Ouch!” I fake to him. He seems to like my plea because he squeezes harder. “I need to show you something. But you need to promise me you won’t try to run off again. Because if you do, I will leave you with a permanent scar on this intoxicating body of yours.” He says as he drags me off.

I give just enough resistance to make him think I’m going to fight him, but I follow along side him.

••••

Once we’re outside, I take in my surroundings and Qimir’s grip on my arm loosens but only by a fraction. “I am going to teach you how to concur your fear. But first you must address it.”

He lets me go and while he keeps his eyes on me, he goes into a bag that was outside and he pulls out a different light saber. I take a step back from him and he stands in front of me.

He points the handle my direction, motioning me to take it. But I don’t move a muscle. “Akasha, take it.” I shake my head. “No.” I tell him, not looking away from the light saber.

Suddenly I’m back into the bad place. I’m watching as the Jedi slaughter everyone and I’m trying my best to help mother escape.

Children’s lives were being snuffed out. Men are being brought to their knees. The few women we had left…all begging for mercy.

And what breaks my people apart is the slash and stabs of light sabers brought on by monsters who say they are the good guys.

When I blink, I’m not there. I have to remind myself that I am in the present and that I can’t get hurt. I live on for my people. I live on so I can get revenge for them.

Qimir, takes the Saber and puts it in my hand but I jerk away and snatch my hands back. “No! What are you trying to prove? I’m weak because of this stupid weapon? You win!” I yell at him.

“No, I’m showing you that you’re stronger than your demons. This fear? It hold you back from your full potential. Now take it!” He thrusts the saber into my hands and in an angered rush I snap on him.

I point the saber to his chest, in hopes that it will light up and kill him. But when I see his eyes soften, I get frustrated. I can’t help but go to hit him with my bare hands. He moves quick as he sees what I’m about to do.

He keeps my hands on the saber handle and he looks me in my eyes, with sadness.

I want to scratch his eyes out, how dare he look at me like that?

“Do you feel that, Akasha?” He squeezes my hands tightly and I want to scream. I want to throw a tantrum. He’s looking at me with pity. I’ll show him pity.

“Below the surface of consciousness are powerful emotions. Anger…fear, loss…desire.” When he says desire he looks down at my lips and then back up into my eyes. “T…that’s the path to the dark side.” I tell him, smelling his want and need.

Don’t lost focus, keep the anger. Keep the hate and make sure you attack. I tell myself.

He’s pitying you.

Don’t let him win.

“Semantics.” He says in a whisper. “What do you desire in this very moment, Akasha? Revenge for your people? Taking my life? Or deep down you have the desire to unlock your potential, in a way that I know is a guarantee?”

He flicks the saber from my grasp and it clatters to the ground.

His arousal is unmistakable as it’s starting to suffocate me.

The urge to bite him is strong.

I look away from his eyes and I stare at his lips, his tongue emerges and licks. I remember those lips suckling my clit, I remember his tongue worshiping my pussy.

My thighs clench with desire and I try to pull away but he pins me still with his hungered stare. He leans in close to my ear and he rubs his nose against my skin.

“I can smell how wet you are, Akasha. My desire, in this very moment is to bury my face between those delicious thick thighs of your and partake of that sweet pussy just like I did yesterday. Will you let me do that? Will you let me taste you again?”

A chill runs down my spine as I feel his cock pressed against my stomach. I choke back a moan as my clit throbs.

I want him to touch me.

Taste me.

I want him to lick me till my juices drip down his handsome face.

He flicks his tongue against my earlobe and I let out a small gasp. “Come with me, you haven’t bathed since yesterday and I’m sure you’d like that.” I’d like to sit on this man’s face, but before I could protest he tugs me along by my hands and makes me follow him.

We get to a calm little pond and he lets my hands go and starts walking towards the water.

I watch him pull off his shirt and on his back, I see an ugly scar. It practically took over seventy-five percent of his back. Curiosity bites and I want to know how he got it.

He looks back at me and his eyes travel up and down my body. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

That question, stalls all of my logical thinking and I start pulling off articles of clothing and I follow him into the water.

We’re both completely naked and the cool feeling of the water on my skin feels good to my tense muscles. I watch as he dunks his entire body into the water and I watch for him to break the surface.

Instead I feel his hands on my body and I almost jerk away from surprise, but I still my movements. “You have such pretty brown skin, little flower.” Qimir says as he holds me from behind.

He dips his head low and I feel his teeth graze against my neck. I feel his very erect cock brushing against my lower back and I bite my bottom lip as I reach around and grab a hold of him. He lets out a hiss as I stroke him slowly.

“Is this part of my training, Master?” I feel his muscles tense as I call him that and I know it pleases him by the way he leaves kisses against my neck.

“It’s definitely part of your training. Though I should punish you for running away from me.”

“But I did come back.” I challenge as I rub my thumb against the head of his cock. I hear a groan in his throat and I feel my clit throb. “You did come back to me, like a good girl. So I guess I can reward you a little and make this a lesson at the same time.”

He then cups my breasts and I let out a moan as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. I lean my head back against his chest and he takes the opportunity and sucks my neck. I feel a slight pinch and I know he’s left a mark. “You know one of the many reasons why I chose to keep you, little flower is because you’ve suffered loss. And you’re free from so many things…”

He pulls me back gently towards a large rock in the water and I follow. The water is now only covering up to his lower thigh and my higher thighs. He then leans me against the rock and cages me in with his arms.

I look from his eyes and down to his bare chest. My split tongue makes an appearance which causes him to suck in his breath. My eyes go further down and they widen.

I know what I was touching in the water but holy mother of Venus he’s huge. I look away but he stops me by holding me by my chin. “You were just touching it seconds ago, don’t be afraid of it now…this will be your reward amongst other things, little flower.” He guides my hand down to his hard cock and when I grip it he bites his bottom lip.

“I know I don’t need to teach you on how to pleasure someone, but I want to see how you pleasure yourself, show me what you do on those lonely nights.”

It’s like I’m under his spell, because I then guide my own hand down to my pussy. I rub my lips together and my eyes flutter closed. “No, no, no. I want to watch those pretty grey eyes while you pleasure the both of us.” He growls as he guides my hand up and down on his thick cock.

My eyes open wide when I see him hike up my legs so that I’m in front of him but spread more apart. As I pleasure myself I stroke him with a more firm grasp. “Just like that. Stroke me as if I’m inside of that pretty pussy of yours.” He moans as he watches my fingers rub my clit. I was watching myself stroke him and I see the bead of precum ball at the tip. I had the urge to use my tongues to lick it up and twirl it around the head.

When we both look up at each other he presses his full lips against mine and it gave me a chill. Because it felt like we were meant to kiss…to touch…to be intimate.

I’m as crazy as he is.

I twirl my tongues against his and he rocks his hips faster, as he stokes himself in my hand. I stop focusing on myself and I just use both of my hands to stoke him while rubbing the head against my pulsating clit.

He sucks my tongues and bites my bottom lip. I hear a suck when he releases my lips and I know they’re swollen from the assault.

Qimir’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels the tip slide inside of me. I start to go further but he stops me. “No, you ran from me earlier. You don’t get to feel my cock inside of you just yet. But don’t worry, I’ll let you cum this time. Now make yourself cum with just the tip of my cock. I want your juices dripping against this rock.” He holds my legs further apart and I let out a moan with some gibberish of my native tongue from the added pleasure.

I stroke him against my clit and I bite my lips, moaning, and internally wanting him inside of me. “Master…please just let me slide it in. I want your cock inside of my pussy. I want to make you feel good too.”

He allows only the head to go in again and then he stops. “If you hadn’t ran, Akasha I’d be balls deep inside of you. But you have to learn the consequences of your actions. Now let me watch you cum with just the tip.” He groans as he leans in and bites the same spot he had earlier on my neck.

“Fuck…” I moan as I stroke him faster between my pussy lips. “Mmm, that colorful language. I really like when you use your words to let me know you’re enjoying yourself….I might not have my cock inside of you right now. But it will be inside of you soon.” He licks my bottom lip and I rock my hips now, just to feel more friction.

I move my face and moan that I’m gonna come soon, which only makes him stoke against me faster. “Cum on the head of this cock, little flower. I need to watch you cum.” He moans against my open mouth.

I groan and whimper as I feel my lips clutch on the head of his cock. I stop and feel my juices drip down my lips and onto the shaft of his cock.

I try to catch my breath but he doesn’t give me a second of rest. He moves me up on the rock and flips me over so that my stomach was lying on the cold hard rock.

“Now I get my release.” The snakes in my stomach were tumbling and toiling around as I wait with anticipation of him, fucking me from behind. But instead I feel him move me to my knees and I feel his tongue lap up at my already sensitive clit.

“Ah…t…too much, master.” I moan as I claw at the rock. He gives a firm slap to my ass, before he parts it. “You can take it. I know you can.” He assaults me with his tongue on my clit and my back arches as I squirm trying to get away.

“There you go, running again. Now stay still.” He gives a firm order and my body, does what it’s told.

He slides his tongue inside of me and I feel his nose graze the bud of my ass, which causes me to groan in pleasure.

This bastard is going to ruin me before I can even slit his throat.

I move my hips but he slaps my parted ass, more firmly. “Don’t…move.” He says between licks. I let out a moan in response and feel him slurp and suck my lips.

Just when I think he’s about to let up, he grips my ass and he licks from the tip of my clit all the way to the bud of my ass.

The noise coming from my throat sounded animalistic.

He slips his tongue in and I look back at him. He had his eyes shut but I can tell he was in utter bliss. I feel his fingers stroking my inner walls and I jerk close to an orgasm.

If my nails could dig deeper into the rock I’m sure I would’ve broke chunks of it off.

“Master, Massssster I’m gonna come. I’m gonna-” He spits and slurps it up and I lose it.

I feel myself squirm and squirt all at the same time.

I don’t care that he said don’t move. I move my hips and I rub my ass and pussy in his face so I can ride out the orgasm.

He then holds me firmly still and he gives a hard suck to my aching clit. I jerk one more time and in an embarrassing motion, I hit my head on the rock and I pass out…

••••

I wake up to the smell of something in the air and I’m back in the bed when I open my eyes. The gears in my head start to spin when I realize, Qimir is either sleeping on some floor or chair. Or he’s sleeping in the very bed I’m in.

I quickly get out of the bed and I see I’m wearing one of his t-shirts. It comes just past my knees and yet I still feel exposed. I follow the smell and find him shirtless in what looks like a kitchen.

I look at the scar on his back and the curiosity comes back to my mind. How did he get that scar?

Who hurt him?

For a split second I feel anger in my stomach knowing someone had hurt him.

No, stop.

I don’t care that someone had hurt him. Right, I don’t care.

Yet, I walk a bit further and I reach out, letting my finger tips brush against him. His body tenses and when he turns, I see something menacing in his eyes. I snatch my hand back and he quickly switches.

“Someone’s finally awake. Are you hungry?” Before I can protest, my stomach gives me away. He gives a smirk at the sound motions for me to sit at the table. I hesitate slightly and he stares me down. “Akasha, sit.” He says in a gentle yet steady voice.

I go sit down and he brings over to me, a bowl of some sort of broth. I look at it questioning if I should eat it.

“It’s not poison, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Qimir says as he pulls up a chair. “Are you sure?”

“If I wanted to kill you, it would’ve been when I had you in the alleyway.” Fair point.

I stir the broth with the spoon provided and I bring it to my lips. I sniff the air and the broth doesn’t have any off odors. But you can mask a poison with other ingredients.

I bring the spoon to my lips and from the corner of my eye I see him, watching me. Waiting for me to taste. I let the liquid hit my tongues and I glance at him.

“It’s good.” I tell him as I take another spoon fool. The broth had chunks of meat in it as well as some grains.

He seems to relax after watching me eat and he begins to eat his meal as well.

We eat in silence for a while. The only sound you hear is just spoons scraping bowls and slurping from lips.

I glance at Qimir and I see him licking his spoon and lips. My brain stutters as I remember what those lips and tongue has done to me in the last twenty-four hours and the broth goes down the wrong way.

I choke on the broth and he gets up to help me. But I jerk away from him and I fall out my chair. I manage to choke down the broth and he was crouched down in front of me.

“Even after the intimate moments we had, and you’re still not willing to let me touch you.” He says with a hint of hurt in his voice. “I don’t trust you, Quimir. Is that even your real name?”

He nods and clenched his jaw. “You don’t trust me yet hours ago you trusted me enough to have my face buried in placed on your body intimately. This flower just gets more and more interesting. And as far as my name, I chose it so it’s my name.”

He cocks his head to the side as he stares at my neck. He gives a smirk and I raise my hands to the tender spot. “That mark I left…there’s no mistake that you belong to me. But I’m sure you’ll learn when I leave more marks on you.” He stands up and offers his hand to me but I ignore it and stand on my own.

I walk past him and sit down at the table, no longer hungry. Just feeling licked with anger.

“If you’re done eating then let’s get started on your first lesson. The lesson at hand is admitting your fear.” I feel as if ice cold water was poured over me and I feel exposed.

My eyes look around before anything else and I see he has a saber in his hand. I go to get up but he stops me with a look. “Sit still and don’t you fucking move.”

I don’t even look at him. My eyes on trained on the saber. “Why are you afraid of an object that has no power unless wielded? Why does fear have you by the throat like this, Akasha?”

Qimir walks around the table towards me but again I only stare at the saber. “If you want to kill me with the saber. Just do it. Stop taunting me.” I finally look up at him and he was gazing at me.

“The fight in your eyes lets me know you’re not hopeless. Now why are you afraid or a light saber? Did a Jedi do something to you?” I stare him, unanswering. “Your people?” My eye twitches and he gives a chuckle.

“Genocide is funny to you?” I narrow my eyes accusing him. “No, what’s funny is your anger gives you away. Clearly the Jedi have wronged you but they left such a deep scar on your life that fear has you by a choke hold. I want to help you break that fear.”

“Why? Why is this important to you?”

“Because, what I desire is a partner of equal standing. And I’ve looked for many years. You…you have the potential. But this fear is holding you back and I want to help. Will you let me?” He asks as he towers over me.

I swallow hard and I look down at the saber. “How can you help me? How can you help me heal these scars?” He lifts my chin so that I’m looking up at him. “Not heal them, embrace those scars. Come with me.” He tugs me up from my seat and he leads me to another room.

When we get to this room, I notice the walls have many scratch marks all over them. Qimir stops which makes me do the same as well. “You seem to fear the saber because you see it as a reminder of the terrible events in your life. But instead of freezing with fear, you should concentrate on using that fear to paralyze your enemies.”

I watch as he walks over to a metal box. My first thought is that he’s going to grab another saber, but instead he takes out a metal helmet. It looked homemade and had a creepy smile adoring it. “This is made of Cortosis. It destabilizes light sabers and…it’s also a device they would use on younglings.”

My eyes cut to him. “You were a Jedi?” He nods and I bare my teeth at him. “I knew something was wrong with you! You’re like them! You’re a murderer! Just like them!” I yell as I back away from him. He raises his hand and I get yanked over to him.

“I was a Jedi, and as far as a murderer, I only killed the people who wronged me. I was never on your planet when the erasing happened. I…am what they call, a Sith. I’m telling you all of this because I need you to trust me in order for this training to be a success, Akasha.”

He hands me the helmet and it has some weight to it.

I could smash him across his face, hit him over and over until his skull is caved in and I could be rid of him. But I can’t do that. I don’t even have a way off this island…which means he had to had brought me here on a ship.

But where is the ship?

“What do you want me to do with this? Eat it?” I ask in a sarcastic manner. He rolls his eyes at me and clears his throat. “Put it on, you need to refocus your mind and let yourself be one with the force.” I give him a scowl. “But I’m not force sensitive.”

He shakes his head. “Yes you are, Akasha. I had you under my control earlier but you had managed to get out of my hold. You were most likely force sensitive as a child but no one trained you. Now put the helmet on.”

“After I do, what will you do to me?” I ask as I look down at the frozen smiling face. “I won’t do anything that you won’t like. I promise.” I don’t trust him, but in order to get my way I need to play along. So I put the helmet on and it’s a bit claustrophobic. All I can really hear is my own breathing. “What now…Master?”

I can feel him behind me. Holding my hips in place as he presses his front to my back. “Now close your eyes. Your eyes can deceive you. You must not trust them. Breathe….connect with the force, Akasha. Think of those moments where you’ve had peace. Grasp those moments and use that to connect you.”

A thought bubbles up in my head. A thought I haven’t had since I was a little girl. It was the day my mother had gave me my youth marks.

I remember the day. I was both excited and anxious. I had asked the great grandmother about how the process is done. And she told me that I was suppose to drink a warm liquid that would have me in a limbo state, and then the great grandmother would take red ink, a poking stick and a stone and give me my youth marks.

I still remember my mother holding my hand when the first poke pierced my skin. I winced in pain and my mother said, I must be strong like our people. I need to be brave like my father and cunning like my ancestors.

“Look at you…” I hear Qimir’s voice and that’s when the memory fades. When I come back to the present, I see that I’m holding the saber, but not only that, everything in the room is floating in the air.

I gasp and that’s when everything falls to the floor. I toss the saber down and I take the helmet off. “What are you doing? You were doing amazing, Akasha.”

“I feel sic-” I feel a slight pound to my head and I drop down. But before I can fall completely, Qimir scoops me up in his arms. “Sorry there little flower, I should’ve warned you that you’d feel a bit nauseous after your first time. But you made me proud. Which means you get rewarded greatly.” He leans down and he kisses my temple. He carried me in his outs and walks out of the room, I look back at the saber and helmet and feel…a warm sensation.

Is it because I don’t feel well?

Because he said he was proud of me?

Or because I was able to tap into the force?

Yeah, I don’t feel well. I’ll go with that logic.

••••

After much rest and odd dreams about the force, I was woken up feeling this empty feeling in my gut. I haven’t felt that in a long time.

I crawl out of bed and feel that the side next to me was cold.

Where is he?

I feel my bare feet patting against the cold floor and I hear drilling. I follow the sound and when I find where it’s coming from I see Qimir drilling something onto the helmet.

He senses me because he stops and looks over at me. “Did I wake you?” He asks as he sets his drill down. “No, I was just wondering what you were doing since you weren’t lying next to me.”

He looks down at my bare thighs and the back at me. “I couldn’t sleep, and even if I could, I wouldn’t sleep in the same room as you…you’re too much of a distraction.”

“So where do you sleep? If not in the bed with me?” I ask out of pure curiosity. He looks around and then back at me.

“In here. I have a cot in the corner.” He motions with his chin and I look over to see the cot. It looks uncomfortable and old.

I make a face.

“That can’t be good for your back.” I look back at him and he’s just staring at me like he wants to eat me…out.

“Careful little flower, you sound like you care about me.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms, which causes my chest to push up. His eyes, go right to there and I feel…hot.

“I’m just saying, that can’t be good for your back…speaking of that. How did you get that scar?”

The moment I mention the scar he seems to give off a dark murderous aura. Even I take a small step back.

“…My…Master, gave this to me after she threw me away.” His jaw was clench but I see it in his eyes. The anger and hurt. “So she stabbed you in the back.” I say remembering how big and ugly the scar looks.

I get a slight irritation in my chest hearing that a woman had hurt him.

“Among other things. Yes.” He then goes silent and the room just seems suffocating. So I speak.

“These…scars.” I touch my face and give a sad smile. “Are my youth scars as well as my warrior scars. They were painful, but I adore them.”

“Are you saying I should adore this scar on my back?” He snaps at me. “No, I’m saying my scars have a story. And so does yours. I have plenty of scars you haven’t seen that shows I’ve tried to take my own life….” I pull down the shirt and point to the faint scar on my neck.

“When my people were slaughtered and I was left. I got scared. I got scared and lonely and I remember…I grabbed a chair. I grabbed a chair and I grabbed my old baby blanket. I had cut it up finely and I just kept tying the pieces together until the knots were tight enough. I remember praying to whatever god or entity out there that I could join my people after taking my life. And when I kicked the chair from under me-”

Qimir was up in an instant. I flinch thinking he was going to hit me but instead he pulls me into a hug. “Stop-stop talking about that memory. When you talk about it, you look helpless and that makes my chest hurt, because I can’t stop that for you. I can’t protect you.” He looks down at me and he looks at my neck. He leans down and he kisses the faint scar.

“Don’t ever do this again. I’ll lose my mind if you took yourself away from this planet…from this time period…from me.” He embraces me again, and I feel…warm.

This feeling is foreign to me and I don’t want it to stop. But I can’t allow him to get to me. I can’t allow him to win.

I shrug him off and back up a bit. “What are you working on?” I ask, just to change the subject. He looks back over towards the helmet.

“I’m just adding some new additions to the helmet. It’ll help when you’re wearing it and keep the force in you stable.”

He’s thinking about me.

He’s considering how I felt sick after using the force in that magnitude.

This, this is too much. I need to leave this room or something. I feel like I’m suffocating.

“Oh! I’m…I’m just gonna go back to bed. Sorry to bother you.” I go to leave but he keeps me still by getting a grip of my shirt. “You’re never a bother to me, Akasha. Actually, how are you feeling? I meant to ask you that.”

He gently pulls me closer to him and I swallow hard because he’s giving me a look that tells me, I’m going to be on my back with my legs spread wide open.

“I’m fine. I got plenty of sleep so, I’m fine now.” He looks at my lips and then he trails his thumb against my bottom lip. “So, if you’re fine and you had plenty of sleep, then why do you need to get back to bed?”

“I…uh.”

He walks forward which makes me walk backwards. Until my legs bump against something cool.

My hand touches it and it feels smooth to the touch, like metal or a mirror.

“Little flower, you aren’t trying to avoid me are you?” I shake my head. “No, I figured you didn’t want a distraction so I would just leave you alone.”

“It’s too late for that now isn’t it. You come in here, with this shirt on and your thighs out for display. Imagine if we had company. I’d have to kill them for looking at you. For looking at what’s mine.” He leans me against the metal like wall and he brushes his lips against my neck. This time with lust behind it.

“A…are you sure you don’t want to finish up on the helmet?” I ask, knowing he sure as fuck doesn’t want to do that.

“Why would I do that, when I have a delicious snack in front of me? I think I deserve a break, and I do recall saying I’d give you a reward…”

To watch this man get on his knees and push my legs apart, should be illegal. But he does just that and he lifts my left leg and place it on his shoulders. He looks up at me and while we keep eye contact, he bites and sucks my inner thigh, causing me to hiss in pleasure.

“Now I’ll leave marks that no one but you and I can see.” He says as he trails his tongue against the now bruised mark.

“Lean against the wall for balance, little flower.” I do as I’m told and he hikes me up so that both of my legs are on his shoulders.

I hear him lick and my hands go to his hair. I throw my head back against the mirror, I buck my hips as I feel his tongue does circles around my clit.

His hand then reaches under the shirt I’m wearing and he gets a hold of my right breast. My nipples feel as hard as rocks as I feel him pinch one.

“Qimir…Master, please don’t stop…” I moan out as rock my hips and rub my pussy deep in his face.

I hear him slurp and lap up my pussy and when I finally look down, he was flicking his tongue quickly up and down my slit.

“Mmmm, you’re…such a lovely distraction. Especially with this fucking sweet little pussy. I feel him insert two fingers inside of me and when he does a come here motion, I start stuttering like a madwoman.

He continues to do the come here motion as well as sucking and licking my clit and I quickly without warning cream on his face.

I watch his eyes roll back as he deeply licks me out. I was practically gripping his hair when I came and when I finally catch my breathe, I let go and he has beautiful just fucked hair.

Has be always been this…pretty?

He kisses my left then right inner thigh and then he kisses my pussy lips before letting me down on wobbly legs.

As he stands up, I see the erection he has poking in his pants. I lean in without thinking and I stand on tippy toe, kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue and I twirl with his.

He pulls back but only after I bite and pull his bottom lip. “Mmm where are my manners. A lady as tired as you are shouldn’t be on their feet like this. I think you should rest off of those pretty feet and kneel for me.” He says as I see him rubbing his cock in his pants.

I lower myself on my knees, but he stops me and moves so I mirror him. I look up at him and he leans down and rubs this thumb on my bottom lip. I open my mouth and I suck his thumb, causing a groan to come from him.

“You are so beautiful, Akasha. Such beauty as yours, would make anyone do whatever to make you happy. I would kill for you if it put a smile on your face. I would break someone’s neck for you, it it meant I could have you look at me like this all the time. I’d slit their throat for you. I would cut them open and offer their heart to you just to show you how dedicated I am for your happiness.”

My stomach flutters hearing him say that and I watched as he pulls his pants down. I bite my bottom lip looking at his cock and he strokes it while looking at me.

“You know from the moment I met you, and seen your tongues, I’ve wanted my cock in your mouth. I want to know how that feels, little flower. Can you do that for me? Show me what those pretty tongues can do.” He steps out of his pants and steps closer to me.

I inhale his scent and it makes me moan as I lean forward. I flick my tongues on the head of his cock and he lets a hiss escape his lips. I take the head into my mouth and Qimir lets out a soft moan, while holding the back of my head.

“You’re so good to me, little flower. So, so good.” He does slow and deep thrusts and I feel a tingle in the back of my throat.

“You know why…I’m standing like-oh fuck don’t stop sucking…just like that….You know why I’m standing right here, lit…little flower? So you can watch yourself in the mirror, while you take my cock down your throat.”

I glance over and sure enough we’re facing the mirror. It was a great turn on to see myself on my knees, taking him. I look back up and he slides out of my mouth.

“I’m going to go faster, but I just wanted to warn you, okay little flower?” He asks permission. I grant him that and he smiles. “Good girl, now open.” I open my mouth and he spits in it then slides his cock back in my mouth.

He starts thrusting deeper and faster which tickles my gag reflex. I try to push back but he takes my arms and keeps them up with on of his hands.

“No…hands, little flower. Fuck. Your mouth feels so good.” I start to choke a little but he doesn’t stop. He grips my hair and he fucks my throat deeper. I feel tears welling up in my eyes and he smirks.

“I know you can take this. I know you can take all of it down this pretty little throat of yours. And if not, then I’ll train your throat so…so it can only take my cock. F..fuck. Just like that. Swallow this cock like your life depends on it, Akasha.” He moans as he bucks his hips.

I try my best not to gag, so that he will be happy. Pleasing him seems to be my main focus and I want to make him happy.

When he finally pulls out, a trail of drool and precum drips from my lips. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks while stroking himself faster as he whimpers. “No, master. Keep go-” He doesn’t even let me finish my sentence as he enter my mouth once again.

This time I relax my throat as he face fucks me. I look in the mirror and what I see makes my juices drip onto the floor. Qimir’s muscles were flexed, his veins were pulsing and his facial expressions were blissful.

“My cock….belongs in your throat, Akasha. Don’t you think so?” He asks as he looks at me, thrusting and fucking. I nod, and I gag causing his cock to jump. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum.”

No sooner, I feel his thick cum shoot down my throat. He groans for me to swallow every last drop and just like his good little flower, I obey.

I milk him and he bites his bottom lip looking down at me. He lets my hair and hands go and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him

and we kiss, tasting each other in each others mouths.

“You did so good, Akasha. Keep that up and I’ll become addicted to you.” He whispers sleepily. I begin to reply but a yawn cuts me off.

“How about, we get to bed.” I nod and look over at the cot but he shakes his head. “I think we both deserve to sleep in a comfortable bed tonight. And besides, I want you close.”

Hearing him say that makes my heart flutter.

Wait, no. I don’t want it to flutter.

What is Qimir doing to me?

NEXT

[shichey97]

If Not For You 2

A/N: This has a friend’s OC as Chrissy’s sister and my OC as Eddie’s sister. Just letting you know

Chrissy’s stepsister, Heather, had come in with Steve to pick up his car which led to her asking them to babysit Beth while she worked. To which Steve immediately agreed. He loved kids even if he pretended the group was a bother. Chrissy kisses her head and hands her over to Heather with the bag and carseat and then she is gone for the first time since she’s been born. Every day Eddie would take her to pick up the baby and then take them home like it was his job. He wouldn’t listen to Chrissy when she said he didn’t have to do that. He liked to help the girls get home safely. It made him feel a lot better than if he had just let them walk home.

It was this way for a few weeks, but then Eddie noticed that every time Beth left Chrissy would get sad so he made a plan. It was 6 weeks to the day she had been hired that Chrissy walked into the shop office with Beth on her hip. First thing she noticed was that the cabinets had child locks on them. Second thing she noticed was that there was a metal baby gate at the end of the counter which had her confused.

“Hey, Wayne? What’s with the baby gate and locks?” She asks, looking at the older man. “Oh. Eddie baby proofed the office and built her a play pallet behind the counter so she can stay here safely and not be in a playpen for 8 hours.” He says before taking Beth with a big smile. “Hi sweet girl.” He says and the girl laughs hugging his face.

He carries her to the half inch play pallet that had the thick foam mats on the side not touching a wall. He groans as he sits on it and starts playing with her and the toys they had bought her. Chrissy looked out the windows to the bays and she smiled heading out there. Eddie had dropped her off and went immediately to work.

She walked outside and to where he was working on a truck and she folded her arms behind her back, “Hey, Eddie.” She says smiling at him softly.

Eddie looks up, “Hey, Chrissy. What’s up?” He asks, moving out from under the hood and wiping his hands on a shop towel as he straightens up.

“Thank you for everything you did so Beth can stay.” She says softly and Eddie smiles at her, “It means a lot you didn’t have to do that.” she says, watching his face.

“I didn’t like seeing you get sad and worried every time your sister and Harrington took her home. I also hated that she was trapped in the playpen almost all day so I put doors on the shelves behind the counter with baby locks and baby proofed everything else too.” He says it like it’s no big deal, but in reality it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for Chrissy.

“I can’t thank you enough, Eddie.” She says with a smile and she hugs him tightly, her cheek on his shoulder. He hugs back making sure the dirty parts of his hands and arms don’t touch her clothes or her skin, “No need to thank me you’re family.” he says and smiles at her as he lets her go.

She nods before taking a deep breath, “Ok. Back to work we go.” She says and heads into the office.

A little bit later Eddie closes the shop for lunch and cleans up before going into the office. “What do we want for lunch?” He asks, looking at Wayne and Chrissy as he picks up the phone book. “There’s a surfer boys pizza just outside of town, Ralph’s pizza barn, Benny’s burgers, and Enzo’s.” he says looking at them.

“Ralph’s and Surfer deliver, but one of us will have to go pick up the other two.” Chrissy says softly. “That’s true.” Wayne says. “I want Benny’s.” He adds and stands from the rolling chair. “Benny’s is good with me.” Chrissy says softly and Eddie nods, calling in the order. “Hey Eddie. A woman called and said to pass a message onto you. She said to stock up on ketchup chips and a position at the shop.”

Eddie looks at Wayne who looks just as shocked as he does. “She's coming home?” He asks

“I don't know. I didn't hear the phone call.” Wayne says, shrugging slightly as he looks at the sticky note.

“Who?” Chrissy asks softly. She was confused as she looked between both men.

“My sister. She's coming home, she'd be 21 now.” He says, smiling wide.

“Why don't I remember your sister?” Chrissy asks, frowning. She tried to recall Eddie's sister, but failed to do so.

“She kept to herself until she met Billy Hargrove. They ran off in 85 after graduation. I think They’ve been in California these last few years, but I’m not sure.” Eddie explains looking at her. “Did she say when she’d be here?” “Nope.” She says holding the sticky note out to him showing him what was said. “Is she going to get mad I’m working here?” she asks softly. Eddie shakes his head, “My sister is very laid back. She won’t care about High school politics.” he says softly before ordering them burgers and then grabbing his keys. “I’ll go get it.” Wayne says and stands up grabbing the keys to his truck and leaving. “Hey Chrissy. Can I ask you something?” Eddie asks after a moment of watching Beth play with the blocks. “Yeah, of course.” she says looking up at him. She was 5’3 and Eddie was 5’10 so that led to them looking down and up at each other.

“Why did Jason leave?” He asks after a moment. He didn’t want to hurt her with his question, but after having known her for a little bit now he just couldn’t wrap his head around why, or how, Jason could leave Chrissy and Beth.

Chrissy sighs heavily, “He said that he never wanted the family man life for himself and that we were suffocating him by taking his freedom from him.” she says looking down. “It’s fine though because I got my baby girl out of it and we’re happier. I don’t have to be the perfect wife or mother anymore.” 

“He’s an idiot.” Eddie says, shaking his head as he leans against the counter. “You and Beth are amazing and if he couldn’t see that then it’s his loss.” he says softly watching her face. “You don’t have to say that, Eddie.” She says, shaking her head. “Why wouldn’t I say that? It’s the truth. I’ve always thought you were amazing. We just ran in different circles in high school.” He says shrugging as he looks at Beth. “Besides. It’s mine and my uncle’s opinion that you two are amazing. So that’s 2 against 1 meaning we win.” he says before sticking out his tongue and smiling when she giggles. “Real mature, Eddie.” she giggles as a car pulls into the parking lot and Eddie frowns walking to the door since it’s not Wayne’s truck. He opens the door and steps out as the lights on the car cut off and then he’s hugging someone tightly.

After a few moments he walks in with a woman who has a mess of brown curls and beautiful brown eyes. “Chrissy, this is my sister, Ophelia. Ophelia is my friend Chrissy.” Ophelia looks between the two before smiling, “It’s nice to meet you, Chrissy. This is my boyfriend, Billy.” She says smiling wide and then Beth lets out a squeal and Chrissy picks her up. “Who’s this?”

“This is Beth. She’s my daughter.” Chrissy says as Wayne arrives with their food and he laughs softly.

“Good thing I picked up extra burgers.” he says, setting the bags down before he pulls Ophelia in for a hug.

After they eat Eddie takes Chrissy and Beth home helping her inside. “Good night, Chrissy.” he says softly.

“Good night, Eddie. Drive safe.” she says with a smile and locks the door behind him.

[mamamittens]

A Lone Melody (Pt. 3)

Platonic Yandere Arlong & OC(Melody)

Main|First|Previous

Warnings: None. All fluff. Hopefully the next chapter will come sooner but no promises.

Word Count: 1,387

“You should stop carrying her everywhere.” Jinbe advised softly as Arlong held up a bottle for Melody, her ruby eyes peeking out from her hair as she gazed up at him. Arlong glared at Jinbe.

“What are you talking about, Jinbe?” Arlong sighed. Melody had been a bit fussy all night, barely sleeping as she teethed on a metal ring he gave her for that exact purpose. He could handle it, but he still felt a bit shorter with his crewmates than usual.

“How’s she going to learn to walk if you never let her even crawl?” Arlong grit his teeth, pissed that Jinbe had a point. How did he explain that holding his baby made him feel like he was twenty-feet tall? Strong enough to rip open Impel Down itself and take on every sea king in the world?

He liked how much Melody needed him, even if he knew it wouldn’t last forever—that really he’d never want it to. He couldn’t wait to see what she’d accomplish one day on her own. But for now? He wanted to see every last second of this.

Arlong huffed, pulling away the now empty bottle.

One of their crewmates had fashioned a large playpen. He could set her down in that and see if she crawls on her own.

“Alright, fine. Help me set up the playpen then.” Arlong replied, rolling his eyes as they both went out onto the deck where there wasn’t as much foot traffic.

It was just a few folding gates barely even to his shins that connected together into a large square. A baby blanket set down for a bit of a softer area with toys they scattered across the space for her to ‘chase’ down. She seemed a little confused when he set her down in the middle, gnawing on her hands before he handed her a cold ring of metal to chew on instead. She watched, completely baffled when he sat down just outside the playpen.

She huffed, scooching forward awkwardly as she tried to reach him. Wobbling and falling forward onto her front.

Arlong and Jinbe laughed as she laid prone for several seconds like she didn’t understand how she got into this predicament. Arms flailing about as she lifted up her head and looked around, blind from how her hair had fallen forward as well.

“AaaaAAAAhh!” Melody cried out in offense, whipping her head around to resettle her hair. It worked, somehow, her eyes glinting in the light as she fixated back on him.

Arlong grinned, sharing a commiserating glance with Jinbe.

“C’mere, Melo-baby!” Arlong cooed, leaning over to pat the blanket in front of his folded knees. Her expression brightened as she struggled to get closer.

Several others came by and laughed as Melody imitated a worm, getting nowhere fast as she merely bunched the blanket underneath her. Many simply stopping just to see how long it takes for Melody to realize that she wouldn’t be able to get to Arlong like that.

It was an admirable amount of time—and blankets—that passed before she stopped. Her view almost obscured by the bunched up fabric as she gripped it in her small hands and bit it. Tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to work out her frustration, Arlong’s heart wilting as she started to cry. Barely visible teeth catching on the fabric.

Arlong reached down to the edge of the blanket and slowly pulled, dragging Melody closer.

“Heeyy, pup, no need for tears now.” Arlong sighed, straightening out the blanket. She’d only gotten about a foot closer. “Let’s try that again, huh?”

Truthfully, Arlong knew she was close to crawling already. She’d been moving around on her own for a while now in the rare moments she wasn’t being held. Settling herself just so on his chest at nap time. Trying to climb up his or Jinbe’s arms higher to look at someone behind them—curiously it was usually Fisher Tiger talking to someone else, Arlong assumed it was because he was so brightly colored that even her weak baby eyes could discern him from a distance.

She just needed to connect the dots that her legs and arms could work together to traverse what must have seemed like a mile from her current spot and Arlong himself. Arlong reached over plucked up a soft toy, a black and white spotted cow with horns. He maneuvered the small toy in his arms and ‘waved’ over his daughter teasingly. Encouraging her to come closer. Her lips wobbled, tears still heavy in her lashes and down her cheeks, but she seemed to steel herself. Sucking in a sharp breath, not to cry but to lift up her upper body. Arms shaking as she struggled to crawl.

The end result was more of a teetering wobble, her limbs too stiff to properly manage the motions. She ended up falling over onto her back, eyes wide with surprise as she realized that she was already so close. Arlong laughed, delighted as she flailed to get back onto her stomach and try again. This time not as tense as she moved quite fast towards him, cheers erupting as she finally crawled to him, collapsing into his waiting arms.

Arlong was quick to throw her up into the air with a laugh, Jinbe grinning beside him.

“Look at you, pup! You’ll be walking around in no time!” Jinbe cheered, wiping her cheeks as she laughed gleefully. Prior upset now long forgotten.

With this revelation, Melody apparently decided to be an absolute menace anytime she wasn’t being held.

Arlong sets her down for a moment to help someone carry something?

Melody is halfway across the room investigating a dust bunny.

Jinbe is holding Melody when she decides she desperately needs whatever Hatchan is looking at? An experimental explosive and no, she didn’t get to play with it no matter how cute she looked babbling for it.

Suddenly a squirming bundle of curiosity that becomes hilariously frustrated seeing as how she’s small enough to fit in one of his hands and was obviously not going to be allowed the freedom she desperately craved. She settled for gnawing on Jinbe’s thumb.

She was seemingly powered on curiosity and willpower alone to get wherever she wanted to be at that moment. It did seem to lessen her anxiety about not being held though, which Arlong considered fondly as a fair trade off.

She also found a new pastime of crawling over to a sufficiently close and slow moving crew member and clinging to their leg, giggling as they dramatically pretended like her weight meant anything to them.

The scrap book Arlong had put together at Hatchan’s insistence was quickly filled with these little moments. He was sure that if anyone so much as wrinkled a page from it, he’d kill them himself. As it was, he got a lot of teasing for being so soft but he noticed that every last one of them were willing to pose with Melody for a cute picture. As revenge he’d complain loudly about their ugly faces ruining the moment, but they’d all end up in the book anyway. Posturing at it’s finest.

It was so easy to forget that they weren’t just a band of scrappy fishmen raising a baby on the ocean.

And then they’d get called in to help a settlement with human problems and Arlong would remember all over again. That the world wasn’t fair and beautiful to everyone. That, in another life, Melody would be treated poorly or never would have survived at all.

Arlong ignored the thought that plagued him before falling asleep that it might have been a lot harder to love Melody if she didn’t take so heavily after her fishmen heritage. That he was the kind of man that found hate far easier than acceptance and he’d never know the gentle peace of feeling a soft, sleepy sigh against his heart. Ruby eyes falling shut completely at home with someone that, really, should have more reservations about her.

But this wasn’t that kind of world. In this world, Melody is his pup, more than anything else. Blood be damned.

He refused to hate his daughter for what she was born as—or rather, what she wasn’t born as.

[zeroducks-2]

I really like the fanfiction with eobard and his brother. I thought he was your OC but I read the notes and I'm not sure now. did you make him up?

Hi friend :) I'm happy that you liked my fic!

Robern Thawne appears in Reverse Flash: Rebirth and he actually is Eobard's younger brother. I promise I did not pull a Full Life Consequences on you! You can read the aforementioned comic here, but I will also write an explanation as to who Robern is and the role he played in Eobard's life.

Explanation under the cut, long-ish post ahoy!

Eobard wasn't a wanted child. His parents paid for a bioengineered designed baby with ginger hair, blue eyes and 167IQ, and then kept him locked in a playpen, only giving him attention (of the negative kind) when Eobard would break a toy. Kid grows up affection starved and with "low social skills", so his parents are urged to make a second baby.

Robern Thawne is born, but their parents still have no idea what they should do with a child, which means itty bitty 7 year old-ish Eobard is shown taking care of his little brother who quickly becomes the golden child of the family. But their parents made it so Robern could boss Eobard around even when they were very little - we see Eobard trying to wrestle his whiny baby brother into doing things and if he dares raise his voice, their father manifests through screens to viciously scold Eobard.

Robern grows up and becomes a cop, whereas Eobard lost his chance at the career he wanted because his parents made it so he couldn't complete his academic studies in order to take care of his brother. His mother used to not let him finish his classes because he had the more important task of being Robern's caretaker. He still clandestinely studies the speedforce, and the person who finds out is Robern of all people - interestingly enough, when Robern hits him Eobard doesn't even defend himself (and in fairness, he never tried to hit Robern even once, not even when they were kids).

Robern is still very much willing to arrest him by the way. He literally says "turn yourself in, you wouldn't fight your own brother", the ungrateful little shit. This is when future Eobard, in his Reverse Flash persona, intervenes and saves himself by literally erasing Robern from the timeline (making it so as things are now, Eobard is an only child because Robern was never born).

And all things considered, what he does is pretty merciful and he only acts when he has no other options, because if he had just let himself be arrested he wasn't going to become the Reverse Flash.

What I did with my fic was adding another dark layer to their relationship. Robern is bossy, physically violent and feels quite literally entitled to his brother. Younger siblings don't seem common in the 25th century, and by context clues we can assume that it's because if the family decides to pay to get another child designed it can only be because the first one is a failure, and I can imagine that among other things, Robern quickly picked up on that too. He was the "good son", replacing his faulty older brother.

Leaving a link to the fic in case someone is interested! (please do mind the tags if you click, it's a darkfic)

[misslavenderlady]

Kiss and Make Up - Part 1 ❤️💙

Dwayne/Paul (smidge of OC too)

Summary: After months of fighting over their mate and their babies, things are going well for Paul and Dwayne and their vampire family. However, the boys still feel guilt for all the hostility they showed one another. It's time to make things right again.

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and the feud between Paul and Dwayne in BREED and BREED Part 2 (which I highly recommend you guys read). It features their mate, Gem, who is the mother of their children. But this is just for the boys so they can reconnect.

This has references to her stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. PART 2 HERE

WARNINGS: Mentions of fighting (verbal and physical), sadness, guilt, flirting

Though Paulina was the daughter of Paul and Jasper the son of Dwayne, the members of the coven all took responsibility for the care of the babies. They were a pack in every sense of the word, and if one mate had a baby, then everyone would love, cherish and raise that baby.  

With the twins sharing the same mother, that sentiment was even stronger. Paul and Dwayne worshiped the ground that Gem walked on. They would do anything for her, and that devotion followed them into fatherhood. 

Though they treated their baby mama and their little ones with nothing but pure love, the boys hadn't exactly been kind to one another recently. 

For months and months after conceiving their babies, Paul and Dwayne constantly fought. They yelled insults and got into fights that left them in bloody messes. It stressed out everyone in the pack, and everyone was relieved when Gem's pregnancy resulted in heteropaternal superfecundation. 

Both boys got the child they so desperately wanted, so any fighting subsided. But they hadn't properly apologized to one another.

It had been weighing on both of their minds, but neither realized it.

Paul had been passing through the common room of the cave to find Marko and ask if he wanted to go out together and cause some trouble on the boardwalk. But he was interrupted by the familiar coos of one of the babies. 

"Baba!!" Jasper babbled from the playpen that one of the girls had set up for him. He couldn't quite say "Papa" yet, but that was okay. 

"Hey, Buddy!" Paul smiled, jogging over to say hi to his godson. He always had a smile on his face whenever he was with one or both of the babies. They were just so adorable.

In a swift motion, Paul scooped the little dark-haired baby up into the air, twirling him around with glee. Jasper giggled, loving all the fun of playtime. 

"God, you're getting so big so fast! You're gonna break your Mama's heart, Bud," Paul cooed. Jasper was already big enough that he needed to be held on the hip. 

"You're so cute and strong! Just like…..your Daddy…" 

It was only then that it hit Paul. The little boy was just like his father in every way. Dark hair, brown eyes, and a very sweet personality. He'd seen how much Jasper was like Dwayne even when he was a newborn, but the older he got, the more obvious it was. 

A wave of guilt hit Paul and the normally chipper smile faded into a pout. He had been awful to Dwayne the past year. They had both worked together to bring Gem home, but they had gotten so competitive when it was time to conceive. All the times he scratched Dwayne's handsome face or shoved him to the ground made him feel so ashamed. 

"I haven't been very nice to your dad, Jaspy," Paul lamented. Jasper was just sucking on his own fist, not having a clue what Paul was saying. 

"I'm too much trouble. Your dad is the nicest, most caring guy I've ever met. He deserves much better than me…"

"Baba!! Maaa…Ppplllb!!" Jasper babbled, a silly smile on his face. 

Even in his somber mood, Paul could never fight back a smile whenever the babies tried to talk. He kissed the little one's forehead, already feeling a bit better. 

"You're totally right, Bud! I'm gonna go find your dad and make this right," the blond declared as he set Jasper back in the playpen. He ruffled up his dark hair, getting the baby to giggle some more. 

It was time to talk to Dwayne. 

Dwayne was hidden off in one of the alcoves deep in the cave system. He liked to be alone with his thoughts whenever he had something on his mind. Sometimes that made him seem cold and distant, but now he was just enjoying some quiet. 

At least until the sound of one of the babies stirring caught his attention. 

With his powerful hearing, Dwayne could hear Paulina waking up from her nap. He didn't waste a second whenever the babies needed him. In no time, he was at the entrance of the nursery, Paulina peeking out through the bars of her crib. 

"Dway!!" she whined, grabbing and reaching out for her godfather. Much like her brother, she was still learning to use her voice, so it wasn't quite "Daddy" or "Dwayne". Still, the vampire thought it was a cute nickname. 

"Hi there, Lina," Dwayne cooed, reaching down to scoop her up. She was quite clingy and needy for her parents after waking up from a nap. 

Dwayne softly sighed as the little girl clung to him, big eyes watching him carefully. They were the exact same shade of blue as Paul's eyes. She had his pout too. 

"God, you really are your Papa's twin," Dwayne said to her. 

Now it was his turn to pout. He'd been thinking about Paul quite a bit lately. Now that the babies were getting older their personalities were shining through more, everything about Paulina reminded Dwayne of his beloved packmate. 

He hated thinking about how much he had snapped at the blond during Gem's pregnancy. Dwayne was incredibly territorial, and that was like adding gasoline to the fire that sparked their fights. He had hurt his lover far too many times. 

"Aww honey, I'm the worst. I'm supposed to look after everyone. But I just hurt your Papa over and over. He's so full of love and joy, and I kept ruining that when we fought…"

Dwayne's train of thought was interrupted when Paulina tugged on the fabric or his jacket. She tilted her head to the side in wonder. 

"Dway…Papa…wuv!!" 

That certainly put a smile on his face. His babies were the most precious beings in the world. Having Paulina act so cutely made him see how truly important it was to fix things with her father. 

"You're absolutely right. We love each other. And I'm going to do whatever it takes to show your Papa how much I love him"

After taking care of all the baby's needs, Dwayne called on one of the pack members to keep an eye on her while he went on a search in the cave. 

He needed to see Paul as soon as possible. 

The two vampires didn't realize they shared the same idea. Both Paul and Dwayne were searching the halls and caverns of the hideout, wanting nothing more than to talk and work out the problems they had faced. 

While they were considering what was the best thing to say, their minds went blank when the two of them came face to face around a corner. 

"Hey"

"Hi there"

They both struggled to make the first move with the conversation. Paul nervously fidgeted with his bracelets while Dwayne ran a hand through his dark locks. 

At the same time, they finally found their words, coincidentally saying the same thing out loud. 

"Can we talk?"

That seemed to break the tension a little, and the boys found themselves smiling a bit. They ducked into one of the hidden rooms from the hotel remains for some privacy. On the bed in the middle of the room, they sat side by side.

Neither one was sure how long they had been talking. It could have been 30 minutes, it could have been several hours. But what was perfectly clear was how much they poured their hearts out. Each vampire expressed guilt for their actions and longed to be a loving couple again. 

"I'm so sorry, Paulie. I got so jealous and hot-headed because I wanted Gem's babies to be all mine. It wasn't fair of me to try to take away your excitement or discredit what you could do as a dad"

"No, D, I need to apologize to you. I was upset because you had Laddie as a son first, and I thought you were being greedy for wanting the babies to be yours. That was so fucked up of me. I've seen what a natural you are with kids and I was worried I would be a total screw-up. I shouldn't have taken that frustration out on you" 

It was so different being vulnerable and mature about this together. After decades of being wild, reckless vampires, they had forgotten how therapeutic getting in touch with their human emotions could be. It felt so good to talk it out. 

They embraced each other, enjoying a heartfelt hug that they both had needed for a long time.

"I love you, Dwayne. I swear I do," Paul whispered, nuzzling against Dwayne's shoulder. 

"I love you too, Paulie. Don't ever forget I loved you first," Dwayne whispered, kissing the top of Paul’s head. 

They pulled apart just enough to press their foreheads together. It finally felt like they were whole again. All the hate was washed away, and their bond was stronger than ever. 

The moment only got sweeter when Dwayne went in to kiss Paul. The blond vampire immediately melted into the kiss, moving his arms to wrap around Dwayne's neck. 

"I missed you so much. I love David, Marko, and all the girls, but God, I was longing for you," Paul told Dwayne through their mental connection. He didn't want to stop their kiss for even a second. 

"Me too. I missed holding you. Missed making love in this bed with you. I haven't been tender with you in so long," Dwayne replied. He had lowered his hands to caress Paul's back and hips. 

The idea both sparked a fire within them, only this one was fueled by passion, not hatred. They could both sense it. It was like their bodies were calling out to one another. Paul expressed the need first. 

"Then why don't we kiss and make up, Daddy~?" 

"I like the sound of that, Baby~"

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