#the wishmonger says

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

I woke from a strange dream. It seemed as if an age had passed -- that the dust gathered in the corners could not be swept off, even by those that trespassed. Indeed, I found footsteps crisscrossing the floors of my shop.

Dathomir is a strange place, my love. One never knows what creatures haunt the dark, nor what stumbles from the deepest places where, I fear, we so often abandon ourselves to those desires we dare not speak for fear of recrimination.

But I am lonely, and I wish you would whisper them to me once more.

So stir my soul. Lull me back to slumber once more with pleasant thoughts of brothers three:

One golden, one bronze, and one as red as the crimson dawn.

So... I will set this candle on the table here, and though the wax is low, the flame flickers gently. Maybe in the days to come, someone will kindle a blaze, and me once more.

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Welcome back to the Night Market of Dathomir

The inbox is open to take requests again, but this time, I'm going to be a bit more selective, and a little more irregular in how they're answered -- maybe they'll be out of order. Maybe I'll answer one a week or five in an hour as the mood strikes me. I'm not sure.

Truth be told, the format serves as a good warmup for me when writing other things, and maybe it's the eclipse, but I feel that old magic bubbling again.

*If this is your first time, we've got a pinned note at the top of the blog that describes its purpose and service, but the short is that we answer prompts sent in as asks about the Opress Brothers, and we usually lean towards spicy stuff with our responses. 18+. No age in your profile means I'll block your butt. Cool? Cool. Wishmonger out and nocty too.

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[darthsomethingsomething]

We Are Here:

@thenightmarketofdathomir

#The Night Market of Dathomir #the wishmonger says

[aftergloom]

*peeks around corner* psst!

*tiptoes over*

looks around cautiously*

would i be able to get a version if No Losers Here, but the reader is sleep-deprived, depressed and just wants to lie in a warm embrace? Asking for a friend 👀

Hi! I think you may have lost your way, fren. The Wishmonger's stall at the Night Market of Dathomir is just around the corner at @darthsomethingsomething

I'm personally not the wish-granting type, but I'll put in a good word for you with them. We go way back. Millennia, even. 😉

I would caution you of one thing further, though: from what I know of granted wishes, asking for anything with specificity like that'll usually come out shaped a little differently than you might've intended. The Wishmonger isn't known to repeat itself.

However, I also know that she is very fond of Feral and they will dote on anyone who makes specific requests for him in particular. You might be able to sweeten the deal if you know the secret words.

Come closer I'll tell you what they are:

...

"I just want to fuck Feral so bad."

#Feral Opress #🤎🧡🤎 #the wishmonger says #the night market of dathomir #No Losers Here

[queridopascal]

So I’m going to send a spicy gif with a soft-ish request- I’m a sucker for anything with domestic Javi who I would husband up in a second. Maybe something where they have been married for a minute?

Hi Nicole and thank you for requesting ❤️ This is very short, but packed with fluff, hope you like it 🥰

Dulces sueños (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Warning: fluffiest Javi fluff I've ever written, mention of alcohol and cigarettes, a crumb of Domestic!Javi

annie's 500 followers celebration ✨ (NOW CLOSED)

It has been two weeks since you and Javier got married, but for job-related reasons he had to fly back to Colombia just a week after your wedding, taking you with him.

He was against it at first, he feared that something bad could happen to you, but just the thought of not having you around, not hearing your voice first thing in the morning, not breathing in your scent, not feeling your body pressed against his as you both fell asleep... that had made him change his mind.

It's almost midnight, and you two have just finished making love to one another, just like every night since you've been married. The apartment is quiet, except for the sound of running water coming from the kitchen sink were you're starting to do the dishes.

"You know, I've wanted this for so long..." Javier confesses as he exhales a puff of white smoke and pulls up the zipper of his pants before plopping down on the couch.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, not saying anything, but he catches your gaze and smiles, beckoning you closer.

"All this." he gestures "The way you changed my life, I can't even describe it." he adds, cigarette still hanging from his lips.

"Javi... you want me to cry?" your voice trembles as you walk over to him, and he sits up.

"No, bebita." he whispers as he shakes his head "I just want you to know that I can't live without you, I don't ever want to live without you."

Javier puts out his cigarette and places both hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you to him; he wraps his arms around your middle and leaves a tender kiss just below your breasts before looking up at you with beautiful brown eyes.

"Oh, Javi... I'm so in love with you." you sob as you cup his cheek with one hand and caress his hair with the other.

The love and adoration you feel for him is indescribable, something you've never felt before, but something you wish anyone could feel in their lifetime.

He stands up slowly and your hands slide down to rest on his bare shoulders as he tilts his head forward to kiss you: his mouth tastes like cigarettes and rum, like love and passion. It tastes like him.

"I love you, too. I'll always love you." he murmurs once your mouths part "I've been waiting all my life for you."

You kiss him again in response, and he sighs into your mouth, breathing you in as if you're his only source of oxygen.

"Javi, baby, I would really like to kiss you for hours, but I still have to do the dishes..." you mutter against his lips when he tries to deepen the kiss.

"Yeah, the dishes..." he huffs "I wash, you dry?"

You nod and take him by the hand, leading him to the kitchen sink; he immediately gets to work, putting some dish soap onto the sponge and scrubbing all the plates and pans, before rinsing them thoroughly and handing them to you one by one to dry them with a cloth.

"Good job, baby." you praise him and kiss his nose affectionately.

"Thanks." he smiles at you with tired eyes and yawns.

You yawn too "We should go to bed, I'm so tired."

Javier nods and picks you up bridal style, making you squeal with surprise. One you reach the bedroom, he lays you down on the bed and joins you under the sheets shortly after, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your temple.

"Buenas noches y dulces sueños, mi amor."

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[keeper0fthestars]

recrudescent (i’m right here)

Din Djarin / gn!reader 

1.6k words

warnings: angst / comfort, repressed memories, heartache, nightmares (and the panic that follows), mentions of death / violence

summary: ‘the past beats inside me like a heartbeat’ - John Banville

a/n: please heed the warnings and do not read if you are affected by things like this. 

the prompt for this came from this post

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The explosion knocks you back into the dirt. Smoke and ash fills your mouth. Sticks to the back of your throat, stings your eyes. You will yourself to sit up because this time, you tell yourself, it will be different. The ringing in your ears makes you lightheaded, the heat of the billowing smoke gets in the way, but you don’t need to see, you know these winding streets in the dead of night.

You run.

You don’t have to tell your feet which way to go; you know all the shortcuts, avoiding the white helmets with their flamethrowers. You’ll beat them this time. Your heart pounds twice for every stride you take in the packed dirt, the smoke gradually thins the farther away you get, and they don’t even see when you dart across the main path. Climbing the wall, the familiar chase stars and you’re ready for it. Narrowly missing the jump over the ledge, climbing up to the next roof, higher and higher, until your boot catches on a loose edge. You hear rubble fall, knocking the helmet down with a grunt but you can’t look back, there is nothing there for you anymore. There will be nothing ahead of you either if you don’t get there soon. And warn them.

The burn in your muscles doesn’t come as soon as it did before, but you’re older now, stronger. You’re through the trees by the time it hits and like last time, you push even harder. They’ll still be there. They have to be. You will get there in time. You’re older now, faster. You’re getting close, the taste of hot coals once again thick in your mouth and you try to call their names, to warn them, but your voice doesn’t carry. It’s dry as parchment, singed and black.

The house glows orange from inside and no one is here. No no no. Not again. Where are they? There is nothing left of your mother’s curtains in the summer kitchen. The blue enamel flowers on her pottery blister in the heat and no longer match the embroidery on her linens. You smell the scorch of thornwood as the flames lick along the beds and doorframes.

Eyes burning with smoke, the rubble bites into your knees. They’re gone. Everything is gone. Where are they. Clawing at the gravel, every breath scorches against a raw throat, you wish the flames would swallow you too. The grief that comes is like an old friend.

From some hazy distant place, you hear your name; a gloved hand touches your knee.

In a rush of fear, you don’t look to see who it is, your instinct is to kick it away but your feet feel like they’re stuck in mud and it takes an enormous effort to get away from the looming figure beside you. Wiping the sweat and soot from your eyes, you try to focus on the reflective round head beside you. He’s speaking but you can’t understand the words. Something familiar tugs at your memory but you don’t trust your memory because familiar means grief and heartache and misery. And familiar doesn’t matter anymore because you couldn’t save them.

You never will.

The hand won’t let go; no matter how hard you push on it. Please. Where are they?

In your desperation, your foot finally connects with a plank of metal so hard you cry out, sitting up, scrambling away.

“You’re okay,” he says again, his hand still on your knee, “it’s just a dream.”

He’d been startled out of a light sleep; the sound of choked sobs echoed from the other side of the hull, filled his stomach with panic. Detecting your frantic pulse and he’d scrambled over to you. A broken name falls from your mouth, a name he doesn’t recognize, sounding slurred like you were underwater. Under the soft light from the panel over your head, sweat and terror shine on your forehead.

“Hey,” his soft voice blankets your senses with calm. “It’s me. You’re okay… you’re okay.”

The voice tugs at your brain again, the blurry figure is still here and your body reacts to his soothing words. You stop struggling and sit up against the wall, hugging your knees to your chest.

The sharp pierce of your own fingernails digging into your palms brings you back to the Crest.

Just a dream.

Face wet, your lungs are no longer burning from ash and dust, they burn from exertion. In your exhaustion, you make out the beskar helmet through wet eyelashes. It was just like all the other ones. The same explosion, the same suffocating panic, the same fire.

Cool air fills your head as you struggle to catch your breath but your muscles droop like lead, you start shaking.

But that’s ok because he’s holding you up.

With his broad chest and solid arms. You weren’t alone.

No matter how many times you relive it, you would never get home before they were taken away. You’d never get a chance to say goodbye. You turn your face against the fabric of his worn shirt to quell the hurt in your chest but the piercing shock of fresh grief claws at your throat, your mouth starts trembling unable to stop.

“I tried but I couldn’t get there.” They were innocent. “Why couldn’t they take me instead.”

Stomach heaving, the agony of memories spills down your cheeks. It’s the kind of sobbing that leaves your heart ragged and hollow, as if you were a child, bawling on your knees. You cried for all the things you’d never get to tell them, you cried for the years you didn’t dare let yourself grieve, for the years you’d spent fending for yourself.

There are no words in Basic that comfort demons like this. His other language snags inside his mouth and he almost whispers the mantra he knows for protection. Does it still count if he didn’t say it aloud?

Taking your trembling hand, he places it flat on his chest, holds it there. He feels your fingers curl into his shirt over his heart, clinging to the fabric. Your head sags against his shoulder.

“Hear my heartbeat?” the gentle vibration of his voice curls in your chest. “Just… focus on that.”

He knows dreams like this. He wonders what else you’ve kept hidden for so long. You’d not had a nightmare like this the whole time you’d been flying with him, he would have known if you did. Vicious memories can resurface without warning, but he still finds himself wondering what brought this on.

Your day together had been uneventful, nothing out of the ordinary: a stop for supplies and fuel, a quiet couple of hours at one of the markets. The only uncharacteristic thing that stood out in his memory was when something had caught your attention that afternoon and you’d backtracked down the alley, your eyes on one vendor in particular. Like a pinhole, his memory zeroed in on that little cart where it stood behind everyone else on the corner. Two young girls were selling soft-crusted loaves and baked sweets and you’d dropped enough credits on their table to pay a small army. He’d noticed the looks of awe on their dirty faces when they saw the pile of credits, way more than what the Quinn cakes and spiced rolls were worth. He didn’t understand why you’d decided to purchase the contents of the entire cart, but he’d noticed the tender longing beneath your smile when you crouched down and spoke to the smallest one, pulling wrapped candies out of your bag and giving them to her.

When you’d rejoined him, arms full on the way back to the crest, you spoke before he could frame a question. There’s a children’s shelter on the other side of town, and I’m going to bring it all there tomorrow before we leave

Something bites painfully into his heart, swallows his stomach whole. His shirt is tear-stained and soaked and your breathing has evened out but he has no intention of letting go of you anytime soon.

He wonders if you were that young. When you got left behind. He wonders if you were as young as he was, by the time everyone you’d loved was dead and gone.

He pulls you closer to his chest, carefully tucks your forehead against the soft fabric of his cowl under the edge of his helmet. You don’t object to the closeness, exhaustion quickly takes over and you curl yourself into him.

“I’m sorry,” your voice scratches, a lonely sob still hitching in your throat, “didn’t mean to wake you-.”

His chest expands under your head; a deep breath crackles through his helmet. The soft brush of his palm on the back of your head, he murmurs. “Don’t be sorry.”

Maybe you won’t remember this in the morning, he thinks, as he reaches over your head and taps off the light panel. His visor adjusts to the blanket of darkness and the faint glow of emergency lights. Eventually, he breathes a sigh of relief when his newly emitted readings finally tell him you’re in a deep sleep.

You’re oblivious to how he carefully shifts himself and lifts your knees, bringing your limp body down on the cot with him, giving you a soft place to sleep, cocooned inside his arms.

In your sleep, you’re unaware of how you turn towards his touch when the backs of his fingers trace feather-light along your cheekbone. You don’t know that his breath catches in his throat when a soft contented hum slips from your lips. You don’t hear the whisper of his voice from the modulator. ‘I'm right here.’

The soft home-y scent of fresh pastries fills his nose, but that was because the lot of it was currently piled in the Crest’s galley.

He’d go back there tomorrow and buy more.

~~

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[thenightmarketofdathomir]

This is my first time sending an ask. Not exactly a question, but I look forward to every update you do. Your works are so well written that it's like receiving an unexpected gift each time, and for that, I give thanks.

That's very kind of you. Many creators thrive on the engagement we get. We want to know that we've reached someone with whatever we've made and it's impacted them (the greatest hope, right? Someone "got" it, whatever the "it" was) in some way. It encourages us to keep making things.

So getting notes like yours really do keep me fed.

Thank you for that.

#and i am a starving wretch #the wishmonger says #the night market of dathomir

[queridopascal]

Sweet Annie!! Congrats on 500 amor! You deserve it all! So I’ve been thinking about this gif a lot recently.

Maybe like you’re flirting with Frankie and it turns into a sweet little first kiss? I’m a sucker for soft, y’all know this by now lol please and thank you bby 💜

Hi Mel! Thank you bby, you're so sweet, your support means a lot 😭

I'm really sorry for having kept you waiting so long for this, but I hope you like it 💕

Irresistible (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Warning: fluff, not so subtle flirting

annie's 500 followers celebration ✨ (NOW CLOSED)

At first, you hated the idea of having to sit there for hours with people you didn't know - three girls more or less your age, and four men, all older than you.

But one of them had captured your attention: his name was Francisco and he was sitting at the other end of the table; he looked very shy, almost out of place, his eyes were constantly roaming the whole room, occasionally meeting your gaze with a sheepish smile and a subtle nod of his head.

When it was time for the newlyweds' first dance, all the guests had gathered around the dance floor with their phones in hand, ready to capture the moment with a picture or a video.

The crowd remained silent as they all watched the couple dance, pouring all their love for one another into their movements and whispers, until the song came to an end to leave space to more upbeat music.

"Hi," Frankie murmurs as he comes to stand right next to you "wanna dance?"

You turn to him with a smile and nod in response, making him smile back at you, the kind of smile that makes one's eyes all crinkly.

As he leads you to the dance floor, you finally have the time to get a good look at him, noticing how the suit he is wearing frames his back and shoulders almost perfectly.

"So..." he begins, looking into your eyes "are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah, very much. I like the company." you tilt your head to the side as you dance to the music, and his eyes light up.

"Me too. You're funny, I really liked the story you told before, I can't even remember laughing that much in my entire life." he chuckles as he shakes his head for a moment.

"Oh, but your story was way better." you roll your eyes and he moves closer as he keeps on dancing.

"It's a classic, I always tell that story when I want to impress someone..." Frankie smirks at you, his shyness now completely gone.

"And does it work?"

"Don't know, you tell me." he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, his soft gaze now replaced by a wink.

You laugh and it's the most beautiful sound Frankie has ever heard.

"I think it works..." you tell him, and suddenly, the music changes to the evergreen classic of weddings: Take My Breath Away.

"Oh, you want to... keep dancing?" he asks as soon as the other guests start to slow dance to the song.

"Yeah," you whisper "can you lead me?"

"Sure, took some dance classes a couple of years back."

"Cool, I've always wanted to take some, but my ex didn't really like the idea... "

"We could go together... if you'd like to."

"Yeah," you nod and look into his eyes "that sounds good."

You both dance and it's a bit weird at first, but once his hands come to rest hesitantly on your sides to guide you, your whole body relaxes under his touch and you wish the song was neverending.

Tilting your head to the side, you get lost in the warmth of his eyes, shining under the lights of the glittering decorations hanging all around the room.

"Everything okay?" Frankie asks you with a smile and you snap out of the trance with slightly parted lips.

"Y-yeah... I was... you have beautiful eyes." you stutter and whisper, hoping he wouldn't notice the growing blush on your cheeks.

"Thanks..." he murmurs and pulls you closer "yours are beautiful, too"

You smile in response and slide your hands upwards, so that they rest on his broad shoulders as you both swing to the music.

One of the best men taps Frankie's shoulder, and he turns around for a moment to talk to him; you inch your head forward to try to catch a few words of their brief conversation, but when Frankie's head turns, his lips brush against yours.

You both pull away at the same time out of embarrassment, your eyes wide with surprise, heart beating as fast as ever and face getting impossibly hotter. His mouth curls up into a smile at your reaction, and he gazes at you with a different look, a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"You're irresistible." he finally whispers as he shakes his head.

You can only giggle at the unexpected compliment, and you tilt your head forward to gently kiss the corner of his mouth.

When your mouths separate, his eyes dart back and forth between yours before settling onto your perfect lips, looking so soft and delicious under the thin layer of red lipstick that covers them.

"I... really want to kiss you right now." he says, voice low and raspy, thick with anticipation.

"Then do it."

Frankie lets out a sigh and takes your face in his hands, pulling you in for a kiss; his lips are warm and plump, and the kiss is tender and delicate, with absolutely no rush. You feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip before pressing with the slightest insistence to the seam of your lips, asking for permission. Your mouth opens of its own accord, and he slowly licks into your mouth, exploring every single crease and crevice hidden in its welcoming warmth. One of your hands comes up to the nape of his head and tangles in the hair there, thick but fluffy at the same time, and he pulls you even closer as he sighs into your mouth.

When you part, you look into each other's eyes as your foreheads touch, and only then, you start to laugh as you both realize that the music has changed again to something more rhythmic and that you are the only ones who are still slow dancing.

That night, you found out that sitting at the singles' table at a wedding party can have its perks.

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[goldafterglow]

the glimmer of my eye

Summary: Din Djarin, a brothel worker in a small cottage town, services a client he is extremely familiar with.

Pairing: farmer!Daddy!Jack Daniels x brothel worker!little!Din Djarin

Word Count: a little baby 1.5k+

Warnings: 18+/NC-17 ONLY, lmafdsgfjdkhgs yikes this is short little whirlwind, mlm, i will repeat this is a Man loving a Man a lot, anal, Dd/lb, barns, sex work

A/N: y’all fucking asked remember that shit Y’ALL FUCKING ASKED (also the best way to picture this au is like the cottagecore! au, except the cottage is a brothel, but if you’re not familiar then this should still be enjoyable I hope!)

Gif Credit: my love and angel @mrpascals​

“Could…I see?”

His eyes swirl with tree rings, dark and charred as though he’s walked through fires just to reach this bed, reach him. The farmer smiles shyly, a bashfulness he isn’t familiar with that stings his cheek when he curls his now-swollen lip. He looks down to where the boy’s cheek is pressed to his chest, warmth he’s felt before and yet somehow never known until this moment.

“The barn?” he asks, voice soft but still in disbelief. That hadn’t been his intention when he’d started rattling off about it. It was a boring space, more of a hayloft considering how empty it was compared to the animal barn. There wasn’t much in it but hay, seed, and open space. So much space.

“Big windows,” he explains meekly, and Jack could swear his eyes are starting to shiver the way they do when he wants something, the way they do when he’s about to beg. His right hand glides up the side of the boy’s body from his hip to his jaw, the cracks of his dry thumb scratching against his stubble.

“My boy, I just don’t wanna get your hopes all up in a twist,” Jack insists. But then he looks down again and Din is batting his eyes, lashes thick and curling to the tip as they flit in the softened clementine glow of the bedside lamp. He jokes that for as much money he spends just to be with his sweet boy, he always seems to be the one getting what he wants. But he knows that’s what he’s buying, just a chance to give, a chance to make Din smile and need him as deeply as he needs Din. And it’s always been worth it.

“Alright, alright,” Jack concedes. The bright smile that spreads across his kiss-swollen lips is blinding but priceless, something Jack couldn’t fish out the cash for if he wanted to. “I’ll bring you next morning, how’s that sound?”

“Anything, Daddy,” he begs.

“I’ll show ya, baby,” he assures, leaning down until he feels the gentle knock of his worn forehead. His nose falls right into the crook of his face, a dark haven where he can feel the tips of lashes brush against his cheek. “When the sun shines right through them big windows. They wouldn’t mind if I stole ya for a morning, would they? They know I’m just over yonder, I’ll getcha back in a tick.”

Din smiles at the thought of you.

He can already hear the hefty argument - “Sweet boy, the whole morning? You’d better treat him right; that poor man adores you like no one else. You should’ve seen his big puppy eyes when he saw you that first time in the market, oh I knew he’d like you from the moment I met him. Why don’t you take a few blankets? It gets cold around this time of year and I don’t want you shivering back home to me.” There isn’t a thing you love more than when people love on your loves.

“They won’t mind,” Din whispers, the bubbled edges of a giggle tracing his words.

“I’ll make it so special for you,” Jack says enthusiastically, his mind racing as tides sweep through his mind and begin to pool. “I could feed you breakfast fresh from the farm, there ain’t nothing like them eggs still warm from the hen house. I still have some of them orange squashes, I remember you folk would just about buy me out every week. Do you still like them? I got another-”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Din interrupts.

The tide falls.

His chin juts up gently, mouth capturing his in the sweetness of berries that squirt syrup in his mouth and the lace of cotton sugar that sew between their lips, binding them. Suddenly the lamp light becomes fuzzy, the sheets feeling blurry, and through his closed eyes he can see nothing else but a boy with a throbbing heart, aching for his attention and coated in rose petal embers. He does not pull away, his mouth pressed to his in a way that feels so haphazard and mindless that he basks in it.

“I’d do anything for you.”

—

The golden boy.

He is adored; adorable. And he must know it when he looks up at the farmer with his big brown eyes, must know it when he runs his tender, calloused fingers through his soft tufts of chestnut hair like cupping clouds of fizzing sea foam. His voice drips like molasses when he speaks; Din loves it that way. Slow, smooth, pulling away in thin cords that hold everything together in tight, sturdy ribbons.

Sweet.

The boy loves hearing him talk, more than most. The farmer hadn’t believed it at first, wasn’t used to the special attention. But the first time he ever asked, said, “Will you tell me to?” all shy, Jack had seen the stars sparkle in his eyes like splintered flecks of golden flames spraying from lightning.

Still, as he runs his hand up his back and presses the tip of his cock into him, he wonders if that’s when he’d gone sweet on him.

“Feel alright, baby?” he grunts, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the column of his spine. Din has little willpower like this, cock strained from all the grinding he’d been put through on the rough denim of his Farmer’s jeans, and he gasps when Jack presses a little further.

“D-daddy,” he whines as he feels himself begin to stretch even more, feels something thick and heavy fill him up just how he likes.

“You’re doin’ so good for me, baby,” Farmer Daniel coos, sinking the thickness of him into the warmth of his body. “Take me all the way baby, I know you can. Just like that sweet boy.”

He is drowned out by whimpers and the light creaking of wood from Din’s strong fingers gripping the edge of the smooth wooden support beam where Jack had him bent over. Jack always fills him good, he thinks. Daddy always makes me feel good.

“Good boy,” Jack purrs as his hips press into the plush of Din’s ass, balls deep. He’s stretched out plenty, been stretched out so many times before, but he could swear he feels tighter this morning. Something holding him, clamping down like soft feather talons to keep him here if he has to claw at him with his last fleeting breath.

But his golden boy doesn’t need all of that, not when Farmer Daniel’s had been so taken by him from the moment he’d laid eyes on him.

The window in the barn faces the East, to the right of the world, his world. The sunlight only just creeps through, sweet slivers like bronze streamers tossed across the open space, across the caramel oak and right onto his back. Jack runs a hand up into his hair, palming his scalp as the tip of his cock presses deeper into him.

And then he looks back.

His breath catches in his throat when they lock eyes, deep pools of roasted honey that spill down his tongue and coat his throat. He looks sculpted, impossible, and the farmer’s face melts down into a vast blankness like the space between stars.

“Fuck me Daddy.”

Jack quirks a smile, leaning down and over him to press his face into his. He sometimes wonders if there was any sweetness before him, has tried to remember the eons he spent smiling at regulars at the market and making a place for himself, imprinting his face into the town. He wasn’t unhappy then, not by any means, but that only makes him confused as to what more his crashing star could’ve given him.

Bliss.

“What’s that, boy?” Jack grunts, pulling out a little only to press back in, grinding the tip of his cock until Din is on the verge of tears.

“Oh stars - please don’t tease me,” he cries as another thick bead of precum spills down the slick underside of his cock. There is a low hum, a blinding tug on his hair, and then Jack is snapping his hips into the plush of Din’s ass.

“Like this boy?” he spits as he pulls sob after sob out of him, “Yes Daddy, please Daddy, faster Daddy faster.”

“Daddy loves the way you sound when you’re full of his cock. I love the way you squeeze me boy, such a desperate little slut for Daddy.” Jack’s grin has been sent tumbling down the hill, lost in the awed parting of his lips as he drills into him over and over. He knows how rough the boy likes it now, knows that there isn’t much he won’t take to make him happy. Fuck how he loves making him happy. It shocks him how delicate he once thought he was as he stands here now, tugging his hair and pounding into him as hard as he can give it.

“Right there Daddy, fuck me right there,” he hears. Jack knows he won’t last like this, but Christ if this boy isn’t worth every second, every penny in his pocket.

“I’ve got you baby,” he assures softly, the gentle twist of his voice soothing as he fucks him merciless. “Daddy’s always got you.”

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