An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: ภพเธอ | Love Upon a Time (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Thee/Pun (Love Upon a Time TV)
Characters: Thee (Love Upon a Time TV), Pun (Love Upon a Time TV), Nakhun (Love Upon A Time TV), Phop (Love Upon a Time TV)
Additional Tags: Background Phop/Nakhun, Blow Jobs, Getting Together, 3 + 1, Fluff and Smut, Background present day kongchuaysai if you squint, Coming In Pants, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Praise, Eventual Smut, No beta we die like Klao
Summary:
After two years of Thee courting Pun, Pun finally thinks it's time to put his fears and worries aside and give Thee a chance. Actually finding a moment to let Thee know Pun is giving him a chance - without saying it out loud, of course - is much harder than Pun initially expected.
or
3 times Pun wants to give Thee a chance, but Thee blows it and the one time Pun gives Thee a chance, and Thee blows him.
synopsis: as per the last one, sub tokrev men with mommy kinks!
cw's: fem!reader, dom!reader, sub!characters, mommy kink, pussyjob, overstim, crying/dacryphilia, begging, teasing, bondage (m receiving), piv, breeding, lingerie (m wearing), amazon position, lots of pet names, pet play/puppy play, collar and leash (m wearing), handjob, pegging, cockwarming (as punishment!), punishment for bratting, maybe slight cnc in kisaki's, vibrator usage.
an: this is part two of tokrev men w/ mommy kinks that i posted on my old blog (iykyk). i hope you enjoy these little drabbles!
TAKEMICHI
Michi lets out a loud whine, his palms sweaty against your thighs as you slowly grind your pussy against his cock. He averts his gaze, not because he’s shy— he passed that point two orgasms ago— but because he simply cannot handle the electric jolts of pleasure rushing through him.
“Mommy… please.”
“Please what, baby?”
He stutters, realizing he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for as tears continuously roll down the sides of his face.
You take your hand and gently wipe away his tears with your thumb, your quiet shushing not doing much to combat the sticky noises coming from where your two bodies meet. His cum is thick and white, and there’s almost too much of it, your fluttering cunt milking him dry with ease.
He does his best to beg again, “Mommy… need you.”
“You need me? But, Michi, I’m right here,” you smirk, running your hands along his chest and stomach.
"Need to feel you... wanna be inside."
You shake you head as a smirk grows across your face "Not yet, baby... Mommy's having too much fun like this."
He whines again, both of you knowing that tonight will be a rather brainless night for your sweet boyfriend.
CHIFUYU
You’re on your knees over Chifuyu, his chest rising and falling quickly as he does his best to hold onto his sanity, while you only grant the tip of his cock the pleasure of being buried inside of you. He strains against the pretty pink rope you have him bound with, his ankles and wrists struggling to break the bondage to no avail. You know it's an act, that he’s actually enjoying being tied up like this, but that only serves to turn you on further.
“Ah, ah, ah… good boys use their words. Tell me what it is you want.”
“W-Wanna breed you, mommy…”
His cheeks are red, coloured so because of his arousal and his embarrassment, not used to being told to speak his deepest desires without the ability to cover his face too.
“Good boys also use their manners.”
“Please, mommy, please. I’m sorry, jus’ wanna breed you so bad”, his lips form a deep frown, fearing as if he’s ruined his chance.
You lean down to kiss his worries away as you lower yourself fully onto his cock, feeling him twitch inside you.
“There’s mommy’s good boy.”
HAJIME
If you’d ever seen a more beautiful man, you couldn’t remember him in the slightest with the sight beheld to you now, in this moment. You have your fiancé folded in half on your bed, the man donning a pair of black thigh high socks decorated with big red bows on the cuffs. Just as pretty though, are the lascivious sounds he’s making as you fuck yourself on his cock, straddling the undersides of his thighs.
“Fuck mommy… you look so pretty.”
You giggle as your skin smacks against his “Thank you, handsome boy, you look very pretty too.”
“I do?”
“You do, sweet prince.”
He moans obscenely loud, his long hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead. He’s always loved that pet name.
“You like when mommy rides you like this? When she reminds you who this cock belongs to?”
His eyes squeeze shut and he nods frantically.
“Who owns this cock, hm?”
“You do, mommy…”
You pick up the pace with your movements, your legs a little sore but you don’t care. Right now, all you want is to feel Hajime pulse and cum inside of you as you do, your spasming walls drawing out every last drop.
SEISHU
You yank a little harder at the leash wrapped around your hand, pulling what was hanging loosely, taut.
“Slow down, pup.”
“B-But mommy, s’too good…” Despite his arguing, he slows his bouncing on your strap on.
“I know you’re eager, baby, but good puppies listen to mommy. You wanna be a good puppy, don’t you?” Your voice is low, dripping with lust.
He nods, eyebrows knit together and a pout on his face.
You smile at him before loosening your tug on the leash and leaning in to give him a kiss, one he eagerly accepts.
“You know what else good puppies get?”
“What?”
“Good puppies get treats,” you move one of your hands to the tip of his cock, focusing all of your attention on it, rubbing it gently.
His legs start to tremble as he continues to ride your dildo, throwing his head back with a whimper which makes the tag on his collar jingle louder.
“Thank you mommy, th-thank you.”
“Are you gonna cum?” He nods again, “Mhm… gonna cum for mommy.”
“Go ahead, puppy, make a mess. Just for me.”
TETTA
You look him in the eye as you come down from your orgasm, bare chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You turn off the vibrating wand you had pressed to your clit, moving it from between the two of you.
“I’m s-sorry, mommy. Was only a joke.” His eyes well up as he sits there almost motionless, his limbs tied to the chair and you sitting in his lap—his cock buried inside of you— keeping him from doing much more than protesting verbally.
“So being a brat is funny to you? Making mommy angry is a joke?”
He shakes his head, “N-No, I’m sorry. Just really want you to fuck me now.”
“No, I think naughty boys like you need to learn lessons the hard way. So, for now, all you get to feel is me, sitting nice and still, cumming around your cock… nothing more.”
He whines and his bottom lip starts to wobble, his body betraying his typical collected demeanor, “I’m sorry mommy, I really am.”
You move your free hand upward and cup his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb, “I know…”
You turn the vibrator back on and return it to your clit, feeling yourself tighten around Tetta’s cock, causing him to let out a pathetic whimper, “but I think the lesson needs to really sink in.”
cw: injury, mentions of blood/cuts/bruises/black eyes, reader is taking care of him <33, established relationship
“It’s just a couple of cuts…” Rin’s body tenses up as you wipe at the bleeding mark on his nose, despite the feather-light touches you’re using.
“A couple cuts to your beautiful face!” You say to him, your lips forming an exaggerated frown as you watch him wince.
“I’ve dealt with worse injuries… at the hands of Shidou too.” He goes to laugh, but the sharp exhale through his nose only makes him tense again.
You allow yourself to chuckle at his comment, thinking about all the ridiculous things he and his old teammates must have gotten up to back in his Blue Lock days. He’s told you before about how his relationship with Ryusei was once a genuine rivalry, rather than a playful one—a rivalry based in friendship.
You were in the stands watching Rin play when he got injured, a ball and the business end of one of Shidou’s cleats making contact with the younger Itoshi’s face. The gasps of the crowd echo in your mind even a few hours later, Shidou’s expression of shock and concern as he rushed over to help Rin up off the field and over to the medics burned into your mind.
“He’s lucky he didn’t break your nose, you know?”
“He’s lucky?”
“Yeah, or else I’d have to go break his.” You stop patting at his nose, giving your fiance a warm smile.
He closes his slightly bruised eyes and hums, satisfied with your response. “I like it when you get defensive.”
You grab a fresh bandaid for his injured nose off the table next to you, taking it out of the packaging carefully.
Rin shifts in his seat a little, readying himself for the discomfort to come. He closes his eyes, long lashes fluttering shut as he takes slow, deep breaths.
Peeling off the stickers protecting the adhesive, you line up the dressing pad with the cut before pressing it gently onto his skin. You can hear his breath shake as your fingers smooth out the sides of the bandaid, the sore flesh underneath angering further.
“And… there. Perfect.” You back away from his personal space, crumpling up the bandaid wrapper in your hands and tossing it into the garbage basket across the room.
Rin moves to stretch his back and his shoulders, having been hunched over in order to accommodate for your shorter stature. His eyes meet yours and, although he's a little bruised and banged up, he gives you a smile.
“Thank you…” He speaks softly, a voice that reminds you of your first few dates, back when he was trying desperately not to intimidate you or scare you away.
You can’t help but wonder if he remembers too.
Smiling back, you lean back in as you brush away his hair, giving his forehead a delicate kiss, “Anything for you.”
cw 4 incest (it's not 2 obvious but that is the intention from how it was written), zeke is in his 40s, reader is in her 20s, f!reader, virgin!reader, daddy kink, multiple petnames (sweetheart, princess, baby), zeke calls u "too little" so ddlg type elements?, use of the word "cunny" /// zeke is moderately ooc but idc this is self indulgent <33 /// minors n ageless blogs dni
zeke touches the skin of your inner thighs gently, admiring your delicate skin and how his touches make you shiver.
"what was that you said, sweetheart?" he knows exactly what you said, each syllable searing in his brain, desperate to remember it for the rest of time. he needs to hear it again.
you let out a little "hmph", feeling shy as you're made to repeat yourself. your voice comes out as a whisper, "feels funny... down there..."
"you need daddy to help you?"
you pout and nod, squeezing your thighs together and trapping his hand between them.
his face takes on a wolfish grin, having just heard the answer he was hoping to hear. he doesn't let you see this though, won't let you know that this has been his deepest desire for years now. that he's been craving to feel your tight, warm cunt milking him for all he's worth, despite that nagging voice in the back of his head berating him about how wrong it is.
besides, how could something so beautiful, so precious as yourself, be wrong?
"open your legs back up for me, princess."
you do as he says—as you always do—spreading your legs for him once again.
they aren't spread quite as wide as he'd like, so he nudges slightly at your knee, making extra space for his hand to slide down to the gusset of your soft purple panties. he places his fingers against it, then laying his palm flat on the skin just above your slit, cupping you for a moment, his tongue rolling against the roof of his mouth instinctively as he feels how hot you are.
"oh, sweet girl... you really need daddy's help don't you?"
he feels you clench when he asks his question, and you can feel tears starting to pool at your lower lash line, giving him another nod, "mhm."
"it's alright, 'm gonna take care of it. gonna take care of you."
he reaches his free hand down and wraps his arm around your waist before he finally starts playing with you, his middle finger tracing up your slit with feather-light motions.
your eyes flutter shut as you press your head back against his chest, quiet whimpers and hitched breaths falling out of you in tandem with your tears. a wet patch starts to form in your panties, the feeling of your arousal against his fingertip only encouraging zeke's teasing touches. as he continues, your hips gradually start rocking against his finger, another sight zeke has only pictured in his darkest fantasies, in the latest of hours.
you reach down to grab his wrist coyly, blinking up at him.
he looks down at you, still swiping his finger up your increasingly wet slit.
"dada... need more."
he shushes you, hooking your ankles over his legs, "what do good girls say?"
"p-please?"
he hums in approval, taking his hand away from your crotch only to snake it down past the waistband of your panties, his middle fingertip now ghosting over your clit.
you do your best to press your hips up into his touch again, but he holds you down tighter with his other arm. "be patient, let me give you what i know you need. you're too little to decide what you need."
your lip starts to quiver, but you make a hushed noise of acceptance.
zeke smiles at you, looking calm and kind but feeling nothing short of devious. its then he starts to tap the pad of his finger against your clit, pleased with himself as your breath starts to stutter loudly.
it's not long before he dips his finger down, though, scooping up your arousal before rubbing it in tight circles on your clit.
"cunny's so drippy... makin' such a mess." he sounds so calm despite the growing tightness in his pants, his cock pressing against the small of your back.
your legs start to shake again, unable to clamp together as his legs pin your own open. you hold tighter at his wrist, your fingernails digging into his skin.
"daddy, feels funny again..."
"i know, i know... you're doing such a good job."
you start to panic a little as he seemingly ignores your concerns, still rubbing never-ending spirals into your bundle of nerves. you go to open your mouth to repeat yourself, but all that comes out is an emphatic moan as you start to cum. your muscles contract, causing you to twitch intensely against him as you cry out.
he holds you tight to his chest, still moving his finger against you, his pace and pressure lessening.
"there you go... it's okay, you're okay."
tears fall down your heated cheeks as you come down from your orgasm, still gripping at his arm as you use him to tether yourself to reality.
zeke wants to fuck you, he really does, but given your reaction to just the touch of his fingers, he reluctantly decides to give you a break for the night, electing on treating you to his cock another time. likely tomorrow, he thinks.
instead, he pulls his hand out of your underwear and moves his fingers to his lips, sucking your juices off of them with a satisfied sound. he closes his eyes for a moment to bask in your taste, tongue peeking out to lick his lips before opening his eyes again. he sees you looking up at him, head tilted in curiosity, and he smiles.
dealer!hanma who holds a small baggie of weed in-between his long, bony fingers, yanking it away from you as you go to grab it, just loving to tease you. loving to see the pout on your face.
dealer!hanma who stands so tall above you, leaning over you with an almost menacing aura as he smirks, going “you wan’ it?”
dealer!hanma who, upon seeing you nod up at him with the sweetest doe eyes he’s ever witnessed, lowly utters out “gotta gimme a kiss first.”
dealer!hanma bending down to kiss you, his tongue teasing your own as you let out a soft whimper, every show of innocence you give only making his cock twitch more
dealer!hanma who always demands to smoke the first joint of the delivery with you, not because it's fresh, but because you get so pliant and needy when you're high, and who is he not to help you out
Jedi!Nobara x f!Merchant!Reader — fic — 3047 words — part one
this is part of @strawberrystepmom's star wars x jjk crossover event 'It Takes A Galaxy'!
cw: the Jedi code being oppressive (as it is), mentions of previous drunkenness, mentions of spice/drugs, nonsexual undressing
Coruscant: the center of the Galaxy and a hub of beauty, excitement, and wonder.
“Yeah, right…” You scoff at the obnoxious phrase plastered on the upper wall of the airbus you find yourself seated on each and every morning.
Sure, such a phrase might ring true for those wealthy enough to explore the surface levels, but you would never in a millennia describe Level 3349 as any of those things.
Not that you would have it any other way.
The aging bus slows to a halt as it reaches the next stop on its schedule, prompting you to shuffle your way through the crowd over to the exit. With a noisy puff of air, the airbus door lifts up and opens, smoggy air greeting you. An immediate flow of humans, Twi’leks, Rodians, and a few others spill out of the cabin along with you, everyone doing their best to go their own ways as they try to navigate the bustling early morning walkways. Tucking your hands into the pockets of your sweater, you start toward your shop.
Years ago, back when you first opened, you would find yourself riding your trusty speeder to work. It’s fast, not too expensive to keep running, and it takes you straight from your shabby apartment complex to your equally-as-shabby shop. There's a good reason you stopped though… a reason that has warm eyes and the most charming smirk you might have ever seen.
“Good morning!” A familiar voice appears beside you just as the woman does.
You turn your head to meet her gaze as you keep walking, smiling as you notice she’s got that classic smirk on. “Hey, Nobara. How was your patrol?”
She shrugs, “It was alright. Nothing to let the Temple know about. Though I did help a drunk Twi’lek back home!”
“Oh! Should I be jealous?” You half joke, not wanting to come off as too interested in the events of her night.
She forces some air through her nose as she laughs, “No, no, you’ll always be my favourite drunk Coruscanti to escort home!”
You try to ignore the rising flush in your cheeks as you roll your eyes at her. “Good! I better be!”
“Of course you are. Nobody else I’ve helped home makes an effort to keep me company and give me free coffee every morning after work!”
“Not even the other Jedi?”
Nobara shrugs, her smirk faltering, “Not usually. Most of the Jedi in the Temple are in the mess hall by the time I get back, but they tend to prefer to eat their breakfast quietly.”
Your eyes flicker over to her face as you continue on your walk, sensing more hurt than she’s ever willing to let on. You can feel your heart begin to sink in your chest, desperate to make her smile again, to make her pain go away.
“I got a shipment that came in last night… would you want to help me go through it all?”
She perks up a little, turning her head to look at you again, “You really want a Jedi to help you go through your wares?”
“Yeah! Why not?”
She gives you a look, one as if to call you foolish for asking such a question.
You burst out laughing, “What? It’s not like I sell illegal goods.”
Her look just deepens.
“I don’t!”
She lifts her hands up, as if the subject became tangible and she’s elected to drop it. Her voice is noticeably up a pitch, “Okay, whatever you say!”
“I’m hurt, Nobara!” You reach your shop, moving single file into the alleyway next door to reach the side entrance.
“Oh, you’re hurt?”
“Wounded, even.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
“Maybe even maimed.”
Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes at you, letting out a long sigh.
You chuckle at the way you’re able to get under her skin as you begin to type in the passcode that allows you access to your shop.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?”
The large metal door clicks and then whooshes open once you input the final number of the code, the motion activated lights on the inside of the building flashing offensively a few times before turning on completely.
Looking back over at your Jedi companion, you give her a smug smile before walking inside, “I know.”
Nobara follows you inside, the sounds of both your footsteps against the tile flooring echoing through the hall. The door you came in through clicks once again as it closes, leaving the two of you to the privacy of your store.
“So what exactly did you get in last night?”
Nobara looks around at the hallway as if she hasn’t seen it countless times before. You assume it’s a Jedi thing, always scanning areas for danger. The only danger she can see are grimy walls that are in desperate need of a wipe down and a concerningly adorable merchant with a silver tongue and a heart of gold. Not that she would ever utter any of that aloud.
“A little bit of this, a little bit of that. There should be some candies from the Outer Rim in there, which I’m beyond excited to try!” You enter another passcode, allowing you access into your backroom. The walls are lined with shelves and the shelves are lined with organized containers, each one labeled with names of different items you typically carry in your store.
“Oh wow, I haven’t had candy since I was a youngling.” She speaks with a bit of shock, a large part of her forgetting that such foods even existed.
You head over to the box that was delivered the day before, swiping your delivery card through the card reader to gain access to your new merchandise.
Tucking her short hair behind her ears, Nobara steps closer to you in order to get a better look at what’s in the box. The two of you stand shoulder-pressed-to-shoulder as you look at the contents of the box.
The dark grey of the sizable metal box contrasts harshly against the brightly coloured boxes of candy, clearly manufactured to entice younglings into screaming at their parents until they relent and purchase multiple dozens of credits worth of the sweets. It’s not a terrible marketing strategy, you think to yourself, but you couldn’t imagine having shouting youths in your shop disturbing your other customers so you make a mental note to store the candies in different containers.
Along with the packages of candy, you notice the real reason you invited Nobara back to help. Next to the candy is a wooden chest with an ornate design carved into the top and sides of it, the markings painted in blue and gold.
“What’s in there?” Nobara looks at you, her expression difficult to read.
“Spice.”
She rolls her eyes again, nudging you a little. “I’m serious!”
“Let’s take it out and look.” You wiggle your eyebrows at her as you move around the box, leaning over to grab one side of the chest.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”
Nobara reaches her hand out, thumb and first two fingers outstretched as her ring and little finger fold down toward her palm. She blinks and takes a breath, clearing her mind.
You stand watching her in silence, fascinated by what she’s about to do. You’ve never seen anyone, not even Nobara, use the Force before.
The Jedi’s eyes fixate on the chest inside of the delivery box, the object lifting in tandem with her hand. She takes a step back, holding the chest in the air for a moment before moving it away from the container that held it and placing it on the floor in front of her. She immediately looks over at you for approval, and you can feel your heartbeat quicken.
“Wow… maybe I should hire you.”
“You’re telling me I’m not getting compensated for this?”
You both grin at each other, starting to laugh.
You nod your head at her, gesturing for her to open the chest. “Hopefully this will make up for it.”
She squints her eyes at you, trying to figure out what you’re up to. She foregoes that though, understanding the soonest she’ll get her answers is if she simply follows along with your questionable plot. Focusing her attention on the chest, she kneels down and flips the latch up, lifting the lid cautiously. Despite a moderately musky scent, Nobara senses nothing to be concerned about and opens the box all the way. Peeking inside, she notices layers and layers of dusty blue and purple fabric layered on top of itself.
Her hands reach in and meet the fabric, the material cool and smooth against her fingers. She stands up with the unknown item remaining in her hands, unfolding from itself as she moves. A few short moments later, a floor length dress is revealed to her, consisting of a corseted bodice and a skirt with layers upon layers of luxurious cloth. Nobara’s eyes wander along the garment endlessly, admiring everything from the seams to the beadwork on the bodice to how the skirt seems to flow even with the lack of wind.
You startle her out of her trance when you break the silence.
“Isn’t it beautiful? It once belonged to a Queen from Rishi.”
“How did you manage to come into possession of this?” Her eyes don’t leave the gown.
“Some clones who just so happen to be regulars of mine found it while stationed out there.”
“Lucky find…”
“I’ll say. Though I don’t think I’ll sell it.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to give it to you.”
Nobara’s face turns serious, her gaze finally moving from the dress and toward you, “I can’t take this dress.”
“Why not?”
“You know why not. Jedi aren’t allowed material possessions like these.”
“What’s one dress?”
“It’s not about the dress.”
“Then what is it about?”
“The principle! It’s forbidden.”
You give her a slightly irritated look, “Well you tried to tell me our friendship was forbidden the first night we met. Now look at us.”
“That’s different.”
“How is it different?”
“Because…” Nobara pauses, redirecting the conversation, “This is a very elegant piece of clothing and I’m meant to wear these robes day in and day out.”
“And you don’t think you’ll have just as genuine a connection to the Force in something you actually want to wear? Something that makes you happy?”
Nobara goes silent.
You didn’t mean for this to result in an argument.
Your voice softens when you go to speak again, “How about you just try the dress on. Put it on for two minutes and then take it off. No harm done, right?”
She swallows hard, “I don’t know.”
“C’mon, it’ll be fine. Besides, who says you can’t admire exquisite fashion while also being the best Jedi the galaxy has ever seen?”
“I don’t know if I’d say ‘the best’…” She finally laughs a little.
“Please? For me? I need to know how it looks on someone anyway if I’m to even consider selling it. Look for tears and whatnot.”
Nobara takes a deep breath in before sighing. “Alright. I’ll try it on.”
A grin spreads across your face and you clap your hands in excitement.
Handing you the dress, Nobara laughs again as she goes to unbuckle her toolbelt, placing it and her lightsaber on one of the shelves.
“Oh, you’re… you don’t mind that I’m in the room?”
Your mouth goes dry as you try your best to speak.
“Of course, I trust you. Besides, it's just our natural form.” She shrugs, in doing so her robe falls to the floor.
“No, that… that makes sense!” You smile a little awkwardly at her, trying not to stare as she begins to undress further.
Next comes her boots and her waist sash, placing the latter with her belt. Once the entire process is over, she stands in front of you in neutral coloured underclothes and there is a fairly large pile of Jedi garb resting on your merchandise shelves. Her eyes go to meet yours but she notices you’re looking away, up toward the ceiling.
“Hey?” Her voice is as soft as ever.
You finally look over at her, your grip on the dress tightening as you do your best not to look her up and down.
All she does is smile at you, giving you a comfort you don’t think you’ve ever felt before.
Smiling back at her, you give her the dress, watching her as she just holds it. Now she’s the awkward looking one.
“Do you need help?”
She tucks her hair behind one of her ears, nodding as her face heats up, “Yes please.”
You take a step closer to her, doing your best to lift the dress up over her head, “Arms up.”
“Straight up?”
“Mhm!”
Her eyes widen as she smiles, “if you say so!”
Following your directions, her arms go up above her head, finally allowing you to slip the bottom of the dress onto her, helping it down her toned form. She allows you to move her body and the dress how you need, trying not to disturb your process. Once the bodice is properly on her torso, you start to lace up the corset, your fingers working at the delicate ribbon
“Let me know if it’s uncomfortable and I can loosen it, okay?”
“Okay.” She whispers out, still not wanting to affect what you’re doing.
Your fingers tug at the ribbon, tightening the dress onto Nobara so it fits her just right. Once you reach the top hooks of the corset, you take the remaining ribbon and tie it in a beautiful bow.
You fluff up the back of the skirt somewhat before moving to the front of her, wanting to see how it looks. When you see her though, you’re met with the sight of the most enchanting person you have ever seen.
The Jedi-turned-princess in front of you notices you staring, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Does it look terrible?”
“No, not at all. You look… perfect.”
She gives you a bashful smile, her eyes going to the floor.
“Not that you don’t look perfect in your Jedi clothes!” You go to correct yourself, “I think you look wonderful all the time.”
She giggles, that smirk you’re used to coming back to her face, though a little softer now.
You go to open your mouth but nothing comes out, pausing to look for the words as your tongue touches your teeth, “Hold on… not that I’m always looking at you!”
She purses her lips together to stop herself from smiling too much, tilting her head at you with raised brows.
“You know what? How about I stop talking and bring you a mirror?”
You don’t let her answer before walking off to another part of your storage room, seeking out a fancy new mirror you had purchased just a few days ago. It is a full length mirror created by an artisan on Naboo, one of the greatest the planet has ever seen—or so he was advertised as. Finding it leaning against the wall, you pick it up and bring it over to Nobara.
“Okay, close your eyes while I set this up!”
She does as you tell her again, closing her eyes lightly as you prop the mirror up against one of the tall shelving units.
You move to stand next to her again, checking the position of the mirror.
“Alright… open.”
Nobara’s eyes flutter open slowly, her eyes meeting her reflection.
She whispers out a barely audible “wow…”
“It’s like it was made for you.”
“I haven’t seen my reflection in years…”
You turn your head to look at her, waiting for her to compile her thoughts.
“Sure, sometimes I see it in the windows on the street or in the water… but never like this.” She starts to look at the whole picture, not just her face, taking note of how the dress falls on her waist to how the corset hugs her chest. For the first time since she can remember, Nobara is actually able to admire herself, to take wonder in something other than the Force.
“How about I keep it here?”
She gives you a puzzled look in the mirror.
“I’ll keep this dress here for you, wrap it up, keep it in a cool place. You can come by and wear it whenever you’d like.”
Her shoulders relax and her face takes on an expression you've seen many times before—one of thankfulness.
“Are you sure? I know something like this would sell for quite a lot.”
You give her a half shrug, “Yeah, I don’t mind. It looks like it was made for you anyway.”
She smiles, giving herself another lookover in the mirror, but her smile fades again.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just that… sometimes I wish I wasn’t a Jedi.”
“It’s no big deal. I can carve out a whole section of this storage room just for pretty clothes you like! I know it isn’t the same as actually being able to wear them all the time and go out and stuff but—”
“It’s not that.” Her jaw clenches.
“Then what is it?”
Her eyes meet yours through the reflection again, she looks almost afraid.
You move so you’re standing in between her and the mirror, looking at her again
“What is it? Is it the war? I know it’s terrifying but Chancellor Palpatine is convinced that the war will be over in the next year.”
“It’s not the war!” Nobara speaks firmly, her breaths deep but laboured, “Or the dress… It’s you.”
“Me?”
“How is it that love is forbidden for what it seems like the only group doing anything to stop hatred and evil from conquering the Galaxy? It doesn’t make sense to me.”
You give the smallest of nods, looking toward the wall, “It doesn’t make much sense to me either.”
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” The words come out shaky and unconfident, two words you would never use to describe the woman in front of you.
You spare her the stress, the fear of rejection, the agony of waiting.
cw 4 incest, oral fixation, daddy kink, somno (sorta) /// minors n ageless blogs dni
thinkin about being zeke's sweet daughter who has a horrible oral fixation. you're practically insatiable, except for when it comes to his long, calloused fingers and his thick cock.
he spoons you to sleep, the both of you curled up in the middle of his large bed, allowing you to suck on his thumb as you two doze off. sometimes, when you've been particularly well behaved for him, he lets you fall asleep in his lap, the tip of his cock weighing heavily on your tongue.
he loves how you whimper around the intrusions in your sleep, how you suckle at him every now and again, as if you know just what daddy needs to be reminded of just how special his little girl is to him— how he would do anything to see you happy.
