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jangofctts · 3 years

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Thing for Trouble (boba fett x fem!reader x din djarin) (part one) (part two) (part three) (part four)

Rated: explicit 18+

word count: 7.6k

warnings: threesome, smut, thigh riding, oral female receiving, handjobs, unprotected sex (dont be a deadbeat, wrap that shCMEAT), light choking, throne fucking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, pet names, sub? din? more likely than you think (also lmk if I missed any tags!)

a/n: yall im sorry this is such garbage but kjkwejh here we be. I hOPE YOU ENJOY THE CIRCUS. thank you to everyone who’s encouraged this so COME GET YALLS MANDO MEAT

There isn’t much when he it comes to Tatooine and fun things to do. There’s pod acing, drinking, Sabaac tourneys, more podracing, gambling and scavenging. Unless there’s a festival or some wild event, you’re stuck with boredom and whatever you can scrounge up for fun in the palace.

Now, don’t get it wrong—if you had it your way, you’d spend every waking hour trialing behind Boba, but you don’t want to smother. Fennec too—while you enjoy her company, you know that half of the reason she sticks around is Boba’s order for your protection. Kinda ruins the fun when you know she probably only tolerates you because she’s being paid to. Eh whatever—doesn’t stop you from tagging along on as she runs errands in town—besides, today you actually have a reason to be here instead of loitering like a lost puppy.

Fennec tells you to be safe and com her the second trouble rears its ugly head and disappears into the weapons shop—muttering about her prized rifle being jammed or something. You don’t know, all you hear is that you have the entire afternoon to yourself to hunt down your oh so elusive prize. Star cherries.

The markets are always vibrant. Jam packed with people from each and every corner of the galaxy, hundreds of booths and stalls selling their wares that varies from foods to jewelry to even bounty services. Tempting as is it is to peruse the sparkly rows of dainty necklaces and rings or inspect the vast array of beige ponchos and manilla undershirts—you have a purpose. A once a year chance you refuse to let go to waste.

The shabby booth is tucked near the end of the street, the mountain of the little red fruits looking comical compared to the withered old lady who sits beside them. She flashes you a gap-toothed smile, the crowfeet wrinkles surrounding her eyes scrunch with the movement. “Ah! I was wondering when you’d show, dear.”

“Hello, Mrs. Feraan,” you greet, bending at the was it to kiss her wrinkly cheek. The old vender was one of the first kind souls you met here when you arrived on Tatooine. In return for a couple compliments or an offer to be the lab rat to test her new recipes for pie or tarts, she hooks you up with the best of the cherries—handpicked with love. “How’s business today?”

She waves her hand in dismissal, her silver rings glinting in the sun. “Same as always, child.”

Eventually you work your way through the pleasantries and a couple, long winded tangents. The sort that only old people can flawlessly spin and keep you engaged. Trials and tribulations to earn your prize—you don’t mind sacrificing a couple hours.

Finally you’re allowed to walk away—cherries in hand and exceedingly eager for your sweet snack. Unfortunately, suffering through Mrs. Feraan’s old childhood laments is not the only bump in the road you have to face.

Granted, it is your fault—not looking where your feet are taking you—

Your temple crashes into something agonizingly hard. You swear you hear a quiet bonk when your skull collides with the mystery material and fucking hell—you probably have a concussion from the force of it.

Unbothered by your probable brain injury, you’re far more concerned with the cherries spilling onto the ground and so, as you flail and dramatically topple over—the brunt of your fall is cushioned by your shoulder. Something pops and yeah, ok, maybe you just tore a ligament but—kriffing worth it for the cherries you miraculously saved from their dusty graves.

Your temper flares as you spot the dirty brown boots pointed in your direction. Maneuvering yourself up so you don’t also get trampled by the crowd, you bare your teeth and put on your best impression of a terrifying force of nature despite the fact you’ve been knocked flat on your ass. “What the fuck—“

The words shrivel up and die upon your tongue as your eyes slide up the stranger’s legs, broad shoulders sporting the shiny armor that twinkles in the midday suns. They then settle on an all too familiar helmet. Well, sorta—you’re familiar with a certain red and green one, not the equivalent of a wearable disco ball.

You squint as the stranger’s head dips to look at you crumpled at his feet. You dust yourself off and point an accusing finger. “Fuck is your problem standing in the middle of the road?”

The stranger quirks their head. “You ran into me—maybe you should watch where you’re stepping.”

The raspy voice is a striking sound. Mellow and silky even as it passes through the vocoder and dresses it in static charm. Some of your anger melts away—maybe this is the friend Boba was talking about—it’d make sense. They’re wearing the same type of armor…

You shake your head and shove down your pride. You don’t think Boba would appreciate you chewing his ear off. “Sorry—you’re right.”

As you readjust your clothes and precious cherries you introduce yourself with a tiny smile. Yet just as you're about to ask him his name he interjects with a step forward. You flinch away but all he does is sweep back a strand of hair from your forehead, revealing a little nick in the skin. You hiss as his fingertips scrape against it--great, an actual head wound. “Are you alright?”

Maker—here you are, after yelling at him and he finds it in him to be compassionate. You wave away his concerns. “Y-yeah--peachy.”

He apologizes with a dip of his head and words soaked in regret and fuck--now you feel bad. You wrack through your brain and search for last ditch attempts to fix this little mishap and settle with a half baked idea. It’s dumb--but hey, if it works, it works.

“Seriously, it’s fine. But I mean, if you’re so worried, how about you walk me home and we call it even?” You propose, sticking out your hand to seal the deal. If your assumptions are right, he’d just be tailing you the whole way home anyway. “I’m headed towards the palace, so if it’s not too much out of your way then—“

He hesitates and interrupts by taking your hand. “Alright. Deal.”

You smile. “Lovely.”

On the return trip, Din is quiet—tells you his name and responds to your conversation fillers with interested hums—but other than that he remains on the silent end. Intriguing with a rounded softness unlike the armor he wears--a man of mystery much like a certain someone who awaits you back home. Well--Din is less grumpy--by a long shot...but still. It’s easy to spot some of their shared similarities.

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Upon arriving at the castle you part ways with Din before he reaches the throne room--you’re not too excited about showing off your new battle scar yet and while it was an accident, making an entrance with Din will make it far too easy to link the injury with him. Besides, you don’t wanna risk scaring off your new friend if Boba decides to showcase that tightly sealed lid of anger and brutality.

Instead you take the long way around the palace. Soon, muffled voices carry through the long corridors, growing louder as you work your way back from the kitchens. You round the corner, catching glimpses of Boba and your new friend through the pillars that prop up the low ceiling. You don’t meant to spy, but you do so anyway, hesitant on interrupting.

That is...until Boba cocks his head to the side and settles his eyes onto the pillar you hide behind. “It seems we have a little shadow with us today.”

You suck in a breath as your heart skips in a thrumming pace. Boba addresses you by name and crooks his fingers in a lazy motion for you to step out into the light—revealing yourself to the small party of two. “Come here, little one.”

The low light catches off of Din’s helmet with a glittering sparkle when he swivels his head. The tiny, warped figure of yourself reflects in mirror-like pieces of smelted beskar as his shoulders pull tight with recognition. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep the smile that threatens to crack across your face at bay. Boba is no fool—he excels in the subtleties of shifting eyes and clenched fists to hide anxiety or closely guarded information—sickeningly familiar with your own quirks and tells, but—

There’s no reason to reveal Din’s little secret—not yet. Boba called him a friend but you truly have no clue what the depths of that word entailed. Friend could mean anything from a casual acquaintance, to an old childhood bond, and or anything in between. You sigh and brush past him, mentally congratulating yourself for keeping a cool mask of indifference etched into your features. If Din wants to open that can of worms then so be it—you weren’t the one offering to walk random people home.

You step onto the dais and slide your free hand into Boba’s outstretched palm. The worn leather tickles up your forearm and locks over your elbow, silently demanding you to sit on his lap. There’s plenty of room to both sit on the throne but no—Boba prefers you tucked against the cool metal of his cuirass. You grunt as the bowl of star cherries you cradle dangerously dips when Boba adjusts your weight over his thighs.

His fingers pull back a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear and then spider along your jawline. The ends of his mouth quirk as Boba pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, capturing your undivided attention. “I don’t like it when you lurk in the shadows, little one. You’re allowed to listen.

You huff. “I know—but lurking is fun.”

Boba releases your chin with a scoff. “Foolish, girl.” You dip your chin with a sheepish grin as heat rushes to your cheeks. You briefly forget about the tiny nick adorning your right temple, the only thing you were trying to keep hidden—but Boba is all too quick to notice. “What is this?”

He pushes your hair out of the way of the cut, inspects it, then curls his fingers around your jaw to demand an answer. You refuse to let your eyes wander over to Din—what a dead giveaway that would be—and instead muster up enough courage to hold the weight of his stare.

“I tripped at the markets,” you say—not a complete lie. “It’s just a little scratch—no biggie.”

Boba squints in suspicion and grumbles a soft hm. You feel his chest rise and fall with a deep sigh—he won’t argue about it right now. Not a battle worth his while when you’re keen on keeping the full truth behind a wall of teeth and anxieties. Boba’s hand falls away, gestures to Din who still stands stiffer than a stature, then lays it over the golden armrest. “I’m sure you’ve noticed our guest—“

Din tips his head in acknowledgement.

“The rightful ruler of Mandalore,” Boba continues. “Din Djarin.”

Din Djarin…despite already knowing his name (or half of it, at least) you like the way it rolls off the tongue—like how it’s seemingly made to be repeated and carved into the walls of some ancient script. Your knowledge on all things Mandalorian is…limited to say the least but you know enough about the rumors.

“Isn’t Mandalore supposed to be haunted?” You don’t mean for your words to be a pointy jab to the ribs but regardless, it strikes a tender chord within the Mandalorian. You wince as Din shifts his weight and clenches his palm—a long story. “Sorry—I—I’m sure your home is lovely, all I know about it are dumb ghost stories about evil wizards and laser swords.”

The blood under your cheeks burn red hot. Great. Not only are you a complete bantha brain, you’ve also managed to sound like an impudent child. Boba soothes a thumb over your thigh as you curl into yourself—bastard. He thinks this is funny.

“It’s not my home,” Din responds, albeit tentatively. “Never been.”

Your brows furrow. Alrighty then.

Boba snorts and shakes his head. He mutters something in Mando’a and lazily waves his hand, dismissing the line of conversation entirely. It was turning into a dumpster fire anyway—

With a slow exhale, you remove yourself from the discussion and instead tuck your head under Boba’s chin. The beskar is cold against your cheek but it feels nice against the sweltering midday heat.

Their conversation fades in and out as you rest your head over Boba’s cuirass, listlessly picking through the bowl of fruit for the ripest ones. You sigh—the next cherry you bring up to your lips is intercepted as Boba’s hand clamps around your wrist and redirects it into his own mouth. You don’t find it in you to be grumpy about the stolen treat when Boba’s tongue slides over your sticky fingers. Still holding your wrist captive, he sucks the tip of your thumb into the warm heat of his mouth and curls his tongue around the digit. Your index finger is given the same treatment before your hand is returned. The beginnings of arousal spark to life below your belly, and fuck—that shouldn’t have been so…so…hot.

Din’s smoky baritone fades into background noise as the entirety of your attention zero’s in on Boba’s mouth. You purse your lips and suck in a shaky breath, then return your hand to the bowl to fish out another fruit. You don’t need any guidance this time around as you bring the cherry to his mouth—the crimson juice spilling down your palm and part of your arm as his teeth pierce the fragile skin. You breath hitches as Boba dips his head, catching the bead of liquid running down your arm with the tip of his tongue, then swiping s a slow trail up, and over the lines of your palm. He plants a careful kiss there, then breaks away.

Before you have the chance to reach for another one, Boba plucks a cherry from the bowl and rests it against the seam of your lisp, inviting you to partake in this little game he’s created. A wicked smirk curls over his mouth as you accept—the tart flavor of the fruit spilling over your tastebuds as you chew and swallow. A little wine escapes you as his leather-clad thumb rolls over your bottom lip, bushes past the barrier of your teeth and seats the digit into your mouth—all the way down to the third knuckle.

You hardly notice the moment Din’s voice tapers off into silence—much too enraptured with the taste of leather and the smooth feel of it over your tongue. You gag slightly when Boba’s thumb reaches the back of your throat, then retreats just as slow. The string of saliva that still connects the digit to your wet mouth, drips over your chin and part of your lip, eliciting a jagged, echoey breath that crackles through Din’s vocoder.

Boba grins—something that better belongs on a sneering jackal just about to pounce on unsuspecting prey with needle sharp talons, rather than his face. His eyes drift up to address his guest. “Do you see something you like, Mand’alor?”

Din’s head jerks, averting his gaze to anywhere but the throne. He murmurs a weak apology and shifts his weight to his other leg—acting as if he were to look at you a second time, it’d burn him to a crisp or force him to confront Boba Fett’s wrath. Obviously, neither thing would happen, but Din still remains unsure with his foothold in this situation.

“I see how you look at her,” Boba drawls—not an accusation, just a statement brought to light. Boba’s hand drops to your thigh, the warm weight of it resting just past your knee as Din swallows his nerves and returns his gaze. “It’s alright—a pretty little thing like her is bound to turn heads.”

A blush hotter than wildfire licks up your cheeks as Din nods in agreement. “She’s beautiful…you’re a lucky man.”

Boba’s grip on your thigh hoards you closer to his chest. He is and he’s fully aware of that fact, but there’s no need to admit such a thing when it’s so blatantly obvious. A lull in the conversation creates a palpable tension—nervous energy and a choice to let this is fade into nonexistence or…or breathe life into that flickering ember of unsaid desires.

Your heart leaps into your throat when Boba shatters the silence and addresses you. “You’re awfully quiet, princess…what do you think?”

He’s placing whatever this is into your hand and leaving you to call the shots. You’ve always been a troublemaker and there’s no will or way as to why you’d stop now. You look between your lover and Din as a smile curls over your face. “I think…if he’s so interested—why not give him a show? After all, he did bring me home—he deserves some reimbursement for the trouble.”

Boba’s shoulders jolt with a chuckle. “How chivalrous.” You shiver as he strokes the back of his finger down your cheek. “Fine, as you wish, little one—go play.”

Giddy excitement bubbles through your chest as Boba offers Din to take a seat on the edge of the dais. Din still has an option to escape, to slip through the cracks and pretend this never happened—but stars, you hope he stays. Din takes a step forward, then another—and another until he’s standing before the throne. He studies the raised edge and gingerly takes a seat.

You abandon your bowl of cherries onto the forearm of the throne and slip off Boba’s lap. You drift over to Din, his gloved fingers clenching and unclenching as they rest over his thigh plating. He’s purposefully avoiding your eye as you kneel beside him—still locked onto that niggling fear that this could be some sort of trick or test in resolve.

Smiling sweetly, you skate your hand over his knuckles—guiding his large palm to your waist and then under and up your loose shirt and bra. Din mutters a curse as you place his palm over your breast. “I’m glad you stayed.”

Pleased with his reaction, you peel off your shirt and bra, breath hitching as Din pinches your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Same—I think…”

With a bit more bravery backing his movements, Din pulls away briefly, shucks off his gloves and encompasses both your breasts. They’re warm and calloused, riddled with silvery scars that stand out against his brown skin, a storybook of past battles—won and lost—all equally important to the fibers of his being that stitch him together into a whole. His hand whispers down the length of your ribcage, no doubt feeling the thrum of your heart beating wildly against the cartilage and bone. It tickles over the swell of your hips then—

“You said you wanted to give him a show,” Boba drawls behind you, a sharp twinge of hostility lacing his words. “So enjoy the show, Mand’alor, ’nd keep your hands to yourself."

Din recoils at the verbal reprimand and drops his hands speedier than a flash of lightning. You frown and throw a glare over your shoulder. Bastard. Boba quirks a brow and runs his thumb over his lip, the edged sparkle in his dark eyes taunting you into challenging him. You huff and turn a cold shoulder.

“Sorry, Din,” you purr, scrounging up any and all back up plans to keep you both entertained. “Seems my king isn’t as generous I thought.”

Din withers a bit at the catty remark, keeping his lips sealed tight as Boba growls your name in warning. You don’t pay him any mind.

You puff up your cheeks and release the air in a steady stream, as your eyes scrape over Din’s armored thigh. Ok—you can work with that. It wouldn’t be breaking any rules…not technically. You step away, paw at your waistband and let the breezy fabric pool over around your ankles, your underwear quickly joining the pile.

Now bare, you return to Din’s side, his careful inhale distorted into choppy static as you straddle his thigh. He lifts both hands, intending to grab at your waist, but pauses midair. No touching. You lips tilt with a smirk as he clenches his fists and pins his hands to the cool stone instead, an attempt to curb that urge to reach for you. His shoulders knit together when you mold your hand in the gap between his shoulder pauldron and cuirass to give yourself some sort of balance—obviously not used to a soft touch.

You lower yourself and hiss through clenched teeth. It’s fucking freezing. Goosebumps rush up each limb as the wet warmth of your cunt meets the frigid beskar—the chill much colder than you initially expected. It’s one thing to touch the beskar with an open palm and another thing entirely to feel against such an intimate part of yourself. Din’s visor drops to look between your legs as you give your hips an experimental roll.

It’s different. You’re used to hardened muscle and fabric, or your own fingers while pleasuring yourself. Your breath hitches as Din’s thigh twitches, the smelted seam of the cuisse bumping against your throbbing clit.

“Sorry,” Din mumbles, “Didn’t mean—“

“It’s ok,” you smile, rocking your hips to ease into the sensation. “Just surprised me.”

The pace you set is slow, careful not to overwork your nerves as your arousal blooms and metastasizes like simmering coals low in your groin. With each lecherous pull of your cunt against his thigh, the beskar begins to warm to the temperature of your skin—the wetness between your thighs abating the friction and making the surface slippery. A low gasp escapes you once you find the right ridge and angle that just grinds perfectly against your aching clit. Your fingers dig into the cowl of Din’s cloak.

“Shit—feels good.” Like your voice and little moans jumpstart Din’s ability to move, his large hand drifts to the front of his trousers—an already sizable bulge tenting the dark brown fabric. You squeak as Din's leg jolts for a second time, a burst of dizzying ecstasy wracking up your spine with the choppy movement.

You suck in another raspy breath as your attention drops to his hand that cups his cock and palms himself through his trousers. You chew your bottom lip and clench your fist gripping his cowl, still gyrating your hips over the beska as Din hooks his thumb into his waistband and pulls them down, slow as molasses.

Fucking hell—he’s bigger than you initially imagined. Flushed a rosy brown, and half hard already, twitching as Din wraps his fingers around the thick length. Din lifts his head, gauging your interest or disapproval—but kriff—who the fuck would ever be unhappy with that sorta heat he’s packing? You bite your bottom lip, scouring your brain for ideas to convince Boba into letting you taste Din—but your plotting is abruptly cut short.

Boba sits up and off the throne, his presence looming over your shoulder as he lowers to one knee. You shiver and arch your neck, exposing more of your vulnerable throat as Boba runs the fingertip of his pointer finger down the side of your cheek. “Are you enjoying yourself, princess?”

You nod, eyes fluttering shut as Boba opens his palm and cradles your jaw. You groan and roll your head back onto your shoulders as Boba snakes one hand around your hip and jolts you forward and down—disrupting the slow rock with a catastrophic interference. Unrefined bolts of plasma shoot up your spine as desire licks up thighs—you need more.

Boba dips his head and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You grunt when his teeth sink into your flesh, worrying a bruise into your skin. Boba laves his tongue over the throbbing area, then licks a wet trail up to the shell of your ear, all the while you continue to grind on Din’s thigh. Boba nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name—the sound sweeter than any symphony could ever hope to make. Like smoke over deep water or the surging crackle of energy just before a thunderstorm high up in the mountains.

“You’re allowed to touch…” he says with a rough chuckle. “Go on.”

Your noise of agreement is quickly muffled as Boba interrupts you with a feverish kiss—all open mouthed and breathless as his tongue curls around yours. Your chest heaves for precious air as Boba retreats just as abruptly as it began. With a satisfied smirk ghosting over his lips, he taps you below the chin and returns to his throne to continue observing.

Dropping your eyes between Din’s legs, his cock, hardened to its full glory and held casually in his calloused hand, is truly a sight. Your pulse thrums in your ears as Din rolls his wrist and pumps his length, the velvety skin shifting over what looks like fucking beskar underneath. It strains towards his navel as you watch with wide eyes, mesmerized with the way he touches himself.

Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you touch your hand to his wrist. Din shudders like your skin is made of sizzling embers that’s broken off the tail end of shooting star—like you’re something too luminous and dangerous to be handled by someone like him. You lift your gaze, smiling into that darkened void of the visor and gracing him with a toothy smile. “Will you let me touch you, Din?”

He nods and utters a breathy yes.

Fuck yeah.

Din sucks in a stuttered breath when your hand circles around his thick length. His hips jolt into your palm as you slide your fist to the base then all the way back up. Precum beads over the tip, dribbling down and coating your knuckles with sticky wetness. It eases some of that friction as you fall into an easy rhythm, matching your rocking hips with each pump of his cock.

Din’s stuttered moans fill the small space between you, dragging you closer to your release that’s suddenly so close. He whines as you abandon his length to chase after your high, your arousal leaking from your center and dripping down the sides of the beskar. Din takes his cock into his hands, fisting himself to your little show of breathy wines and rough jerking of your hips over his thigh.

Din says your name attached with a broken moan and it’s over—

Everything seizes up tighter than a jaw clamp as your tumble off that jagged peak of searing, white hot pleasure. It’s raw, sparking off like a blade to metal, burning you from the inside out as you cum. Your cunt clenches around nothing, your thighs shaking as you curl inward as if he punched you in the fucking gut. It feels like he did. Maker—the cool beskar against your throbbing clit is like you’ve been thrown to the mercies of an electrical surge.

It doesn’t help either that Din is still pumping his length, hips stuttering as he brings himself to his own euphoric high. The air in your lungs seizes when a fragile groan, light and airy passes through the vocoder. Din rocks his hips into his fist, once—twice and then he’s throbbing and cumming into his hand. Hot ropes of his release splatter up his chest plate and parts of your thighs, his helmet nearly knocking into you as he hunches foreword from the intensity of it.

Too exhausted to keep yourself upright, you smash your cheek against his cuirass, involuntarily twitching as the last little waves of pleasure prickle through the rest of your nerves. You whine as you watch Din move his hand to collect some of your wetness coating his thigh. He brings two fingers stained with your slick to the lip of his helmet, pushes it up with his thumb just far enough to sink the two digits into his mouth. He groans out a quiet fuck, and repeats the action, swiping his fingers through the mess you’ve made and feeding it to himself. Your cunt clenches as you catch a sliver of his pink tongue that twists between his thick fingers.

He groans and rolls his head back onto his shoulders. “Please—can I taste you? Fuck—I-I need my mouth on you.”

Stars—the mere idea of it stokes the dwindling flames into a blaze of want. You look up at Boba and puff out your bottom lip. Pouting and begging hardly ever gets you what you want under normal circumstances—Boba Fett is more stubborn than a rancor—but you hope just this once he’ll be lenient.

Boba holds out his gloved hand—summoning you to his lap without a lick of protest on your end. Din however makes a sound akin to a whimper when you leave him. Boba gathers you in his arms for the second time, the leather a strange sensation as it spiders down your ribcage and around your hips. You can feel his hardness poking into your backside once you settle against him—his chest plate a cold shock to your naked flesh. You shiver and bury your nose into the crook of his neck, poking your tongue out to taste him. Boba’s cock twitches under you as your teeth sink into him with a cheeky nip.

“Is that what you want, little one?” Boba rumbles in question. His right hand glides lower, grabbing a handful of your thigh and squeezing. You groan and keen out a whine of affirmation.

Boba cocks his head towards Din. “Well? You’ve got your wish—don’t keep her waiting.”

Din shakily stands—hesitating with removing his helmet for enough time that you notice the silence that follows. The vocoder crackles as Din sighs. “Do you trust her?”

“With my life.” Boba states it without a second thought. Your heart twists, golden light spilling from your lungs and staining your insides with devotion and fuzzy affection. You press a soft kiss over Boba’s jaw.

“Is she…” Din speaks a word in Mando’a you have no hope to decipher—either no direct translation or he’s purposefully left you in the dark.

Based on the way Boba almost imperceptibly tenses, you guess the latter. Boba responds with a grunt and an unsure dip of the chin. The answer is complicated—that much you can gather…you push it to the back of you brain for now.

Din nods, inhales, and steels his nerves. Plastering his hands around the shiny helmet, he tugs it off with a slow reveal of dark, patchy facial, plush lips and wavy brown hair that falls around his olive skin. And oh, his eyes—soft chestnut brown eyes that hold such ache within them—lost things, broken bones, wearing his wounds like decoration upon his chest. Forged in the flames of war, risen from the ashes with murder and mercy rolled into one.

You wish him a kinder future. One that doesn’t end with pain and a blaze of an unchecked wildfire—the same way how all heroes end up as martyrs.

Though—right now—you can be the beginning of softer things for Din. You smile and invite him closer, a vortex of anxiety peppered with arousal as his eyes flit over your naked body. He sets his helmet to the side with care and drifts to the foot of the throne—fuck, he’s broad. Why hadn’t you noticed that before?

Your mental berating is severed when cool air meets the wet heat of your cunt as Boba hooks your thighs over his knees, spreading you wide as far as your hips allow. Din’s unfiltered moan at the sigh of you, sends a volt of electricity through every vein. Din lowers himself to one knee, and then the other, shuffling between yours and Boba’s legs.

“Can I touch?” He asks, soft brows raising in question.

Boba lazily raises two fingers in a motion of permission. Your chest tightens at the sight of Din’s boyish grin—warm palms settling over the sharp bend of your knees. His thumbs trace soothing circles over the skin and right as Din decides to swoop down, Boba catches him by the hair atop his head and yanks. Din grunts—the long, arched line of his neck a tempting sight as he swallows. “No marks.” Din’s jaw clenches, but nonetheless, he agrees to Boba’s command.

Boba hums in satisfaction and untangles his fingers from the mess of Din’s soft curls. Din’s brows pinch together for half a tick but smooth out in the next breath. No use being irritated—especially right now.

As directed, Din leaves not a scratch. Instead he scrapes the blunt edges of his teeth along the insides of your thighs, threatening to catch soft flesh between them—but he knows better than to act on the urge. He laves his warm tongue over each freckle or blemish he finds, leaving no patch of skin undiscovered as licks a steady trail to his prize. Din mouths a warm kiss over the crease of your thigh, and smooths his calloused hands over your hips, settling for a moment to trace little circles with his thumbs onto the soft protrusion of bone there. Seemingly satisfied, he then shifts them closer to your aching cunt. His hot breath fans over your cunt as he uses his thumbs to glide through your folds, almost curious with his exploration. He makes a little hum of appreciation low in his throat when the pads of his thumbs part your soaking folds.

You whimper and bury your face into the crook of Boba’s neck, his warm palms a much needed comfort as they tickle down your ribcage, then sweep back up to cup your tits. You cry and arch— Din’s tongue is scalding—like liquid velvet as he dips the tip of his tongue from the base of your cunt all the way up to your clit. Din sucks on the little bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue until you’re crying out, molten pleasure zipping through your abdomen. He grunts as your fingers tangle into his hair—kriff.

Fuck, you need more.

Arching into his mouth, all thoughts are transfigured and molded into a vicious loop—beginning with those adoring brown eyes, the color of freshly tilled earth and the warmth of sunlight over dappled aspen leaves in the balmy summer afternoons. It ends with soft lips—rose petal pink with devotion crystallizing in his mouth like sugar—madness and uncertainty and lovesick desire is all that he is and you’re not sure if you’ll come out of this unscathed.

He sinks two deliciously thick fingers into your clenching hole and curls them, only to retract them a moment later to shovel more of your wetness onto his tongue—as if simply using his mouth wasn’t enough for him. Like he needs to savor every drop of your arousal like the golden ambrosia the gods feast upon in their palaces of cloud and endless twilight.

That frenzied desperation lingers on the edges of his movements like he’s afraid you’ll fade away like a hand through fog—but you’re going nowhere. You’d stay here, suspended in time forever if the choice were up to you.

You whine and arch off Boba’s chest plate as Din strokes and curls his fingertips, plucking little gasps and moans from you easier than breathing. He zeros in on that little spot that makes your leg go all jittery and forces out high pitched mewls that echo through the throne room. You’re careening towards another high, the sensitivity of your last orgasm amping up the influx of pleasure.

“Stars—Din. Close—I’m so close,” you gasp, pulling his hair tight enough that you know it must sting—at least a little bit. He makes no sign that it does, just groans and buries his tongue into your dripping hole, licking alongside his fingers that shovel more of your wetness into his mouth.

Your release zips through your body like a flash flood—quick and fatal that leaves you gasping for air and struggling not to let your head dip below the waves. Your high seeps into each limb until they feel heavier than lead. Fuck—it’s so hard to work through the muddled thought and remember where exactly you are. You groan and toss your head back as Din keeps going.

“Another one—let me—“ He moans, opening his mouth as wide as it’ll go so he can devour more of you. You can feel the mixture of saliva and your own arousal dripping down your cunt and over your thighs, some of it pooling on the throne or onto the floor. Your thighs shake as Din pushes you towards another high.

You squeak as Boba’s palm sweeps up your sternum, locking his fingers around your throat in a loose hold. The tip of his nose nuzzles into your cheek—silently demanding a well earned kiss as his hips rock into your ass, grinding his cock for the barest scrap of friction. You moan into his mouth as Din doubles his efforts, raw and bordering that serrated edge of overstimulation and ecstasy.

Goosebumps rush over your arm as Boba places his lips right beside the shell of your ear. You feel the sticky heat of his breath fan over your throat and shoulder, and the way his lips skim your ear when they move to form the syllables of his words. “Such a filthy princess…”

You clench around Din’s fingers and moan a half garbled, “Boba—“

His weathered palm encompasses the entirety of your breast, rolling your pebbled nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “If only you could see yourself…dripping all over my throne and another man’s tongue.” Boba clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Depraved creature—cum for your rightful king.”

Wildfire chars your insides as it begins in your core and sweeps through your body. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you buck and squirm in their arms—no mercy as the prickly waves of your orgasm make you hypersensitive to each touch. Even the hold on your hip, while innocent in nature, is blistering as if you suffered from a fever. You shudder as a salty tear rolls down your cheek. Boba catches it with his tongue as your ears pick up Din’s raspy praise—thanking you while spattering reverent kisses up your thighs.

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you do spot the apparent wetness soaking through the front of Din’s trousers. Fuck—he—he came again while eating you out. You whimper and rest the back of your head over Boba’s shoulder.

Your belly flinches under his scratchy facial hair as Din travels up, seizing and worshiping every inch he’s freely given before intercepted. He catches your nipple between your teeth, tugs a bit then moves to the other, lavishing equal attention with adoring lips and sweet whispers. When he reaches your collarbone, you’re boxed in against his chest plate and Boba’s. A blush blooms under your cheeks hotter than stare fire as Din gingerly sucks your earlobe into his mouth and breathes out a muted moan of your name—committing the very essence of you to his memory for the rest of his days.

Your heart squeezes tight like a clenched fist when he mumbles another thank you. Plucking up a smidge of courage, he risks planting a kiss right on the corner of your mouth. You blink—despite the sweetness of the gesture you wince as Boba snarls a curt phrase in Mando’a. Din peels himself away with a minuscule frown and slinks away.

Yet before you have the chance to remedy the situation of wounded pride and territorial jealousy—Boba tightens his hold on your hips and flips you both, so that now your back is smashed against the seat of the throne, a bit crumpled and sorta folded in half. Your hips hang off the edge as Boba holds the majority of your weight, grinding his clothed cock between the apex of your thighs.

“Don’t forget, princess—” Boba barks, slithering a hand up the column of your throat. You breath hitches as he lightly presses his palm down. “—what belongs to me.”

Reaching between you, he slides his gloved fingers through your slick folds and sinks two of them inside of your clenching center. You jolt as his thumb scrubs over your clit, still sensitive and edging towards too much.

“You want me to fuck you here?” He asks, shifting his hold to grip your jaw instead—the rounds of his fingertips digging firmly into the flesh and bone. “Say it.”

You gasp and scrabble weakly at Boba’s shoulders as he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit. “Please, Boba! Please fuck me—I need it.”

Boba folds over you, his breath fanning hot and hungry against your cheek. He devours your mouth with a discordant edge, like he’s trying to prove to the entire galaxy you are unmistakably his despite the fact you’re already wound so tightly around his fingers. Boba wrenches himself free and tears at his robe and trousers to free his thick length, leaking and flushed a rosy brown at the tip. He doesn’t keep either of you waiting as he removes his fingers and replaces them with something bigger.

You both groan as he lines himself up with your entrance and sinks into you, a delicious stretch that leaves you shivering beneath him. “Fuck—so wet for me.”

The first roll of his hips makes an obscene noise that showers shame down your throat, but it’s quickly kicked to the back of your brain as he slams back into your cunt—obliterating all thoughts save for him. Boba’s lip curls over his teeth as he claws at your thighs and yanks them over his shoulder, crushing you even further between the throne and the weight of his body. Each stroke is a liquid fire, tearing you apart at the seems while at the same time stitching you back together and leaving your body begging for more. Like this, it’s as if he’s reaching the deepest part of you, pounding into your cunt and hitting every nerve with deadly precision. Your legs prickle with the stretch as you squirm beneath him, stuck with the brunt of rough thrusts and violent stamina with nowhere to go.

“Bein’ such a good girl for me." He hums into the juncture of where your neck meets your shoulders. He sucks a mark there and tangles a hand in the hair at the nape of you neck, forcing you into a steeper arch. “Maker, you look so fuckin’ pretty stretched around my cock.”

Your walls clench tight around him as you dig your nails into the fabric of his cowl. You voice cracks with airy moans—attempting to work through the haze of lust and respond. All that tumbles from your lips is a pathetic whine of his name—so close to that precipice again.

The friction of each thrust scraping against your clit, the way he fills you and the possessive hand curled over your throat. You wiggle an arm between your bodies and rub the little bundle of nerves in a frenzied half-circle. You wheeze as Boba increases the pressure over your throat.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he demands as devastating ripples begin to spark through your core, a live wire an inch away from a puddle of water. “Tell me—“

“You! It’s you—“ You sob, desperate for another release only he can give. “I’m yours—“

Boba snickers and gives your throat another squeeze. “Cum on my cock.”

There we go.

You seize and cry out, violent shivers forcing your back to arch high off the throne and into his chest plate. It tears through your being, quick and deadly through your core, spreading to every nerve and shredding through it with molten pleasure. Boba’s voice is a gravelly scrape that vibrates next to your ear, sprinting towards his own deserved euphoria. Your climax still boiling through your blood, is dragged out as Boba continues thrusting—an endless echo that leaves you incredibly oversensitive sore. For the next few moments, his thrusts are too sharp, the grip he has on you too abrasive—but then he’s cumming too. A couple more rough jabs and then he’s seating himself deep inside your cunt, his warm release coating your insides with thick ropes.

You’re panting breaths fill the air between you, settling like fresh snow over a silent wood. By the time Boba pulls out, leaving behind a sticky trail of his cum and your arousal over the throne, you’re toeing the line of hazy unconsciousness.

“Such a good girl,” Boba praises, threading fingers through hair and tracing the lines of your face. The the soft drone of his voice mixed with Din’s gentle baritone, murmuring something you don’t catch, casts a dreamy haze over your reality. You’re not afraid that this could back fire and blow up in your face—to move inches from two serrated blades, each seeking for a taste of blood and flesh, is always a risk. But yet, the calloused hands and the sweetness of brown eyes reach through chaos and silence to offer you salvation. You take it with a smile.

You should invite Din over more often…you think, as you slip into content sleep.

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Delicate (Request)

Marvel Cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff

Request Description: Hey I have a request. People think because I'm a small(5'3") girl I'm a "Delicate flower" and I'm really the complete opposite. So Marvel Cast x Teen!Reader. Reader was a hardcore stunt double(jumping off buildings,in simulated car accidents, fight scenes, ect.)before she got into acting,but because she's so young they try to prevent her from doing her job. (I'm evil so have her do one of the most risky stunts and nail it)

Warnings: stunt, violence (kind of), language, concerned costars :)

(A/N): hey yall im gonna update hopefully twice today or twice tomorrow? it’s because im going to BERLIN with my SCHOOL on sunday, so i dont expect to be able to write a lot. i already feel kind of guilty, since i havent even written that much this week? it can just be really exhausting you know? anyway i know none of you guys mind, its just what i keep worrying about, but anyway hope you all enjoy this :D

“Y/n, can’t you please reconsider this?”

“No, I’m doing the stunt!”

It was getting annoying at this point. You and the cast had been filming the newest Marvel movie for the past 4 months, and finally came the day, where your stunts were filmed. You only had this one scene (and one or two others with a bit of action) in the entire movie that included stunts, and you, being an experienced stunt double before turning into an actor, were excited. In fact, you were pretty sure that your experience as a stunt double, was what had gotten you the job in the first place.

You expected that your co-stars would know this, but none of them did, and you found it hard to bring it up, without feeling like you were bragging or something, so you just didn’t tell them. But that was turning out to be a bad idea, as they were getting increasingly worried.

During the first couple of months, it was mostly light chuckles and small remarks.

“That’s gonna be tough, huh?”

But as the set was built and the day came closer, the remarks turned into a worried demands.

“Y/n, that is way too dangerous! Tell the director that you want a stunt double!” Anthony had told you firmly and worryingly, as you came onto the set, wearing your costume. You furrowed your brows and tilted your head up to look at him.

“No, Anthony. I already told you,” you mumbled. Sebastian, Chris (Evans), Scarlett, and Tom (Hiddleston) looked over and a flurry of sighs came. The argument was starting again.

“Look, maybe you should just listen to us - that stuff is really dangerous, and you’re just too young,” Chris told you, giving you those worried blue eyes.

“I mean, look at you! You’re.. You know!” Sebastian knew immediately he shouldn’t have begun that sentence when he saw the narrow-eyed glare you sent his way.

“I’m what?”

“You know... Delicate..”

You rolled your eyes, intending to walk to a different part of set, where you wouldn’t be ridiculed, but Scarlett’s voice interrupted you. “Alright,” she said, “I’m gonna go ask Joe to give you a stunt double-”

Just before you could retort, because, boy, was it annoying, a set worker yelled across set, running busily across set. “Guys! You’re on now!”

You smirked cartoonishly, knowing you’d get to do the stunt, and set off to your starting position. Your coworkers watched you triumphantly getting ready, and exchanged deflated glances. They, reluctantly, got into position as well.

“Action!”

You felt a power surge as you started, almost immediately jumping into the action. You did it just as it was written in the script, ducking beneath flying fists, taking fake punches, delivering soft blows and jumping and flipping in the air like it was nothing.

As you dashed across the set, you glanced at Tom and Sebastian. They were both doing their own thing, but you found that their attention had been drifted slightly from the fight and onto you. Their mouths stood slightly agape.

You suppressed your grin, and climbed to the area of which you’d be jumping into a fairly narrow safety pad. You glance down and felt both anxiety and excitement tingling in your stomach. God, you’d really missed being a stunt double.

You saw Anthony and Scarlett frowning, and then Chris glancing at the director, probably to signal yo get you down from there, but both directors were looking solely at you.

The ground crunched beneath you, as you turned, pretending to look at approaching enemies coming up to the ledge from behind you. Then you looked down the jump and bit your lip, acting scared.

“Welp, I guess I’m doing this,” you said as scripted, and then let yourself fall. Just as your body fell between the gap, you grabbed onto a small branch, placed there very purposefully. Your body bounced violently at the motion, and your arm tugged at the weight of your own body.

You heard the actors playing the villains trample above you in confusion.

“They probably jumped over! Let’s go!” they hissed, and the ledge thundered and small stones fell, as they all left you in the gap. You looked, once more just like in the script, at the ledge, the branch, and then beneath you.

“God, bad day..” you mumbled, and comically you let yourself fall. You landed, rather gracefully in your opinion, on the pad, and fell onto safety.

The set exploded in applause. The directors, set workers, actors and actresses, everyone was seemingly impressed, and you smiled with pride.

“Woah, holy shit, holy fucking shit, Y/n! When’d you learn to do that?!” Chris asked excitedly, everyone running over as you stood up.

“I was a stunt double for years. I love this kind of stuff,” you explained and watched them roll their eyes and smile in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you say so, you dumbass?” Anthony tried to be angry, but he couldn’t hide how impressed he was. “But, for real, damn that was cool.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t know how to bring it up. Anyway-”

“STOP CELEBRATING, WE’RE NOT DONE!” One of the directors had a megaphone and he made big eyes, as he fussed you all along. The cast laughed at him.

“Alright, but, uh- Next time, just tell us, Y/n. You gave me a fucking heart attack.” Scarlett cursed at you, booped your nose, and then jogged back to her place. You laughed and nodded.

“Tell me too!” Tom hissed, glancing at everyone waiting for the cast to stop fooling around, booped your nose once more (a very boopable surface, if you will), and ran to his position as well.

Everyone traveled back to their places, and then you would work the scene over and over, and at the end of the day, you all went out to celebrate because, as the cast liked to phrase it, you were ‘inexplicably cool’.

You enjoyed the food and the glory, and all was good. Looks like you weren’t so delicate after all.

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flowerpowell · 5 years

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The Boy Next Door (Colt x MC/ Logan x MC)

PART SEVEN

A/N: You voted now so... Hey yall! I came back from my mini break from Tumblr with a new chapter of this series (I hope you still like it cause I have like 4 more chapters written already and so I’ll be updating the series very often). This part is mostly a filler but I needed this to happen before we move to other things. I hope you’ll like it and if you do, dont forget to leave some feedback cause it always makes my day to read your thoughts! Characters belong to Pixelberry!

Rating: PG-16 (??)

Word count: 1414

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“I’m moving in here with you all!”

Colt spit out his coffee and Ellie stared at Logan with her eyes wide opened.

“You... what?”

“Moving in...here... with you?” Logan repeated hesitantly. “Unless... you don’t want me to? Is something wrong, Ellie?”

Living with my boyfriend under one roof with the guy I slept with. Nope. Totally cool.

“No! I’m just surprised, that’s all,” she lied and faked a smile. Colt was still coughing and Ellie hit him hard on the back. Maybe a little too hard.

“I promised I’d never leave you so I found a job here. I meant what I said last, Ellie. I love you and I don’t want to live without you.”

“Logan, I...” Ellie started but Colt stood up suddenly, interrupting her.

“Great, now that we established how much you love each other, can you two get a room so I can drink my coffee in peace?”

“So... it’s cool that I’m moving in? I’ll be sleeping in Ellie’s bedroom but I promise we’ll be quiet!” Logan asked, smiling at Ellie which made her even more sick. Oh boy.

“Not sure if Ellie can be,” Colt murmured but luckily, Logan didn’t seem to have heard it. “It’s cool. You can take whichever bedroom you want cause I’ll be moving out. Now excuse me,” he took his mug and started heading out, “I really want to enjoy my last cup of coffee in this house. Alone.”

“Cool! I’ll start unpacking. Ellie will you help me?” Logan looked at her expectantly. Her eyes shifted from Colt to Logan, both walking in two different directions and she wasn’t sure who to follow. She did need to talk to Colt but she was still Logan’s girlfriend.

Girlfriend duties that is.

“I’m coming,” she took Logan’s hand and tried to ignore Colt’s disappointed look.

~~~~

As soon as Logan’s stuff was all unpacked and he went to check out his new workplace, Ellie found Colt.

“What the heck was that supposed to mean?”

“What now?” Colt rolled his eyes turning to Ellie.

“‘Not sure if Ellie can be.’ You thought I didn’t hear?”

“What? It’s true! You can be loud sometimes...” Colt smirked and she wanted to kill him that very second.

“Colt!!! Stop it!” She bit her lip nervously before speaking again. “Actually, this is what I wanted to talk to you about. That night. Logan’s here and I--”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell him anything.”

Ellie let out a relieved sigh. She wanted to tell Logan at some point just... not now.

“Thank you. It means a lot.”

“No problem.”

“Actually... can we talk about that night now?”

“What do you want to know? You don’t remember it, do you?” She shook her head sligtly and he smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You were really good as for a first-timer. I think you enjoyed it,” he shrugghed. “Is that all?”

“No-- I-- This is not-- Was I really? No, it doesn’t matter. What I meant was--”

“I know. It was a mistake. You regret it. You wish it never happened. Am I right?” Colt looked her right in the eyes and she felt taken aback by the intensity of his gaze.

“Yes... Kind of... It’s just, I wanted to--”

“I get it. Don’t worry. It was a mistake. Let’s forget it.”

Ellie swallowed hard, not sure if it was what she really wanted. But before she could talk to Colt some more, he already left. She had already figured it out, leaving or rather running away was Colt’s coping mechanism.

But what he was running away from?

Ellie. Get a grip, girl. You’re dating Logan. A guy who quit his job to be here with you. A guy who only kept his job and worked overtime just to make you happy and take you to Paris.

So why did her heart feel so broken?

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Two days later, Ellie knew what she needed to do. After she kissed Logan goodbye (his first day at work) she made coffee and hid behind the door again, waiting for Colt to come. She knew he loved coffee too much to pass. And even though she had to skip her first class, she needed to interrogate Colt.

Colt walked in, completely unaware she was there too. When he was grabbing a coffee pot, Ellie quickly closed and locked the door.

“Geez, Ellie, again?!” He put down his coffee calmly but his eyes widened at what Ellie was holding in her hand.

“Yes, Colt. Again. We need to talk.” Ellie raised Colt’s favorite leather jacket. “I dipped this in gasoline so it burns quicker. And look! I brought fire,” she smiled and showed him a big lighter. “So you better talk.”

“Just... don’t burn it,” Colt sat down on a chair, terrified.

“I won’t... if you tell me the truth. Why do you want to move out?”

“I got a job and it’s far from here,” he shrugged. Ellie brought the lighter closer to his jacket.

“Okay, okay! I’m visiting someone!”

Ellie raised her eyebrow and started playing with the lighter, “You sure?”

“Put it down!” He yelled at her and stood, trying to snatch the jacket away.

“Then tell me the truth! What are you running away from?!”

“Why do you care so much?!”

Actually yeah, why do I care so much?

“I don’t know, why are you leaving?”

“It’s not you business,” he tried again, but she ran to the other side of the kitchen.

“It is! You’re running away and I need to know from who!”

“From you! Is that what you wanted to hear?!”

There it is.

“But... why?” she asked confused.

“Because I get it! It was a mistake, you regret it, you hated it, you wanted to forget it. And I’m trying to forget it, too, you know? But it’s hard since I wasn’t drunk as fuck like you.”

“Colt...” she started but he didn’t let her finish. He was angry.

“Trust me, if I could turn back time, I wouldn’t have even touched you. I wouldn’t have even lifted a finger. I wouldn’t--” She cut him off with a kiss. A short but a deep kiss. When they parted, both of them were equally confused.

“Why... Why did you do that?”

Why did I do that??????

“I... don’t know.” She swallowed hard. She really didn’t know why. She did it without thinking. What the heck.

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Instead he was just studying her face as she took a few deep breaths before speaking again.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t go. If it’s a problem Logan and I can move out. But I’d really miss you.”

“You would?” he asked surprised.

I would???

“Yeah... You can be a pain in the ass but oddly enough I kinda like you.”

“And you decided to kiss me so I won’t leave? Geez, you’re with Logan, Ellie. You can’t just kiss people to change their minds!”

“I’m sorry! I panicked!” she mumbled, her cheeks red from embarrassment.

Colt ran his hand through his hair and thought for a moment.

“Okay. If you care so much about it, God knows why, I’ll stay. But gimme my jacket back.”

Ellie quickly handed him the jacket. He raised an eyebrow when the gasoline was dripping from it but she only shrugged. Before Colt could make his way towards the door, Ellie wrapped her arms around his waist. Colt froze at first, but started patting Ellie’s shoulder awkwardly. When she pulled away he was already looking at her.

She knew that look. He gave her the same look that night. She swallowed hard knowing she needed to stop... whatever it was.

“Friends?” She extended her hand for a handshake earning a confused look from Colt. He eyed her up and stepped back as if not sure if she was being serious. A hollow laugh filled the room when he shook his head and unlocked the door.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, Ellie.” He shot her one last annoyed look before closing the door after him.

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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The time in Summervale: 1

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), huxley (cook), ruthy (maid)

Words: 1,438

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents?

Authors Note: this is something newwwwww. ive been wanting to do kinda my own thing for a while so this is not on any fandom this is a story i will be updating with chapters about my characters but in a x reader way if that makes sense so its still gonna use you and such just this is my own story. i got inspiration off of this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles, granted i dont know the character or the fandom i just read it cuz another blog reblogged it yet i rlly enjoyed it even tho it is smut and im not usually a smut reader just kinda skip that or whatever either way it was extremely well written and gave me such inspiration like wowowowowow. so i made this piece inspired by that and i hope you guys like it. this is just kinda an opening to the whole thing and to kinda see how it works out so there is not any romance in this but trust me there will be but like i said i want to see how this goes if yall like if u do pls tell me tell me what u think ur thoughts everything i worked rlly hard on this so pls share like reblog do what you gotta do it would me a lot to me. thnx guys <3

“Maybe this piece goes here,” you mumbled to yourself. An action you always did but it was something your mother hated. Sitting atop your bed you concentrated your efforts in inventing a mixer that did its job on its own. Call it a hobby or a dream but inventing was your world. You loved the satisfaction of creating something with your own two hands especially if it helped people. Unfortunately, your parents the Prince and Princess of Summervale did not approve. They called it very unladylike. Your mother, Athela, would scold you about getting messy and dirty and then throw you in the tub like a little child. Your father, Edward, was always forcing you to learn how to seam. His mother used to do it and he wanted to pass it down to you. Those things didn’t excite you, didn’t make you complete. Inventing was something you loved and was always thinking about. As you would look at an apple tree during your morning stroll you would wonder about what inventions would be good for peeling apples whilst your parents bored you with duties as a Duchess.

“Almost done,” you screwed on the last screw to your creation. You had dirt under your nails and they were short and barely ever polished, only for special occasions. Your hair was almost every time how it was meant to be. None of those gels, ties, bows, again only for special occasions. Your mother, Athela, would buy you all these face creams, soaps, masks, but you were content with your scars and bumps, naming them every so often after royals, saying your “face was a castle and there should definitely be Queens and Kings roaming on it.” You were odd and different to others but to yourself you were this boring, normal, royal girl that everyone hated because you were granted everything you could ever want. Life was not that simple though. Sometimes when you have everything handed to you - all the money in the world - it still doesn’t fill up that hollow feeling inside or take away the sadness. It was something to help people cope but it was never the antidote.

“Alright...finished. What do you think Karim?” You hastily got out of bed and sat on the floor presenting your mixer to your pug. One very lovely vacation you took with your family you had learn a bit of Arabic. It was a beautiful language and you had made many friends there. You named your dog Karim meaning generous. Karim was generous, he was the only one who would look at your inventions. “Do you think it will work?” You gave a toothy grin, excited.

Karim grunted as he licked his nose, panting.

“I knew you would like it,” patting his head you jump up ready to show not just your parents but also the cooks. You had a very good feeling about this one. Every time you made an invention you had hope that maybe your parents would change their minds about your future but every occurrence was the same.

“Mother, father! Come look!” You yelled as you sprinted down the stairs not caring if your nightgown would get dirty sweeping across the floors of the castle. “Come quick!”

“What in the heavens is the matter my dear child?” Edward, your father, grumbled seeing you in such a hurry.

“See, father, in the kitchen.”

“In the kitchen?”

You passed by your mother, she tried to catch you but you slipped from her grip. “Young Lady why are you not dressed and groomed properly? You look like a mess.”

“Doesn’t matter, mother in this moment time is of the essence!” You arrived at the kitchen and grabbed a blue glass bowl, plopping it with a loud clank on the counter top.

“What are you doing y/n?” The cook asked. “You almost broke me bowl!” He was a plump older man, very short. His hair was salt and pepper and his face was as white as flour yet his cheeks were always red.

“Forgive me Huxley I just need to know. Need to see and dive deep into the unknown.” You opened up a recipe card that Huxley wrote down for your favorite cake. Vanilla cake, you were a simple girl. “Alright I need eggs and flour and oh yes milk! Almost forgot about the milk!” You were talking to yourself again as you ran around the kitchen like a mad woman.

“Is this another one of your inventions?” Huxley crossed his arms knowing about your obsession.

“Yes but my dear good old Huxley-”

“Old?” He lifted his brow.

“No time to explain, I have a tingling within me. This one is going to be it, I know it. Mother and father will finally see and believe in me.” You poured all the ingredients in the bowl. Your parents walked in, perplexed.

“Hello everyone. Today I show you something I have been working on the for the past week. I am very proud of myself but any who let me show you my newest invention-”

“Oh here we go again?” Athela rolled her eyes.

“The mixer!” You lifted it high in the air. “This mixer will not only mix greatly and fine it will mix to your acquired speed. Please watch.” You pulled the lever three times and then pushed the big button. The mixer turned on automatically with it squeaking from the gears. “As you can see the mixer is mixing all the ingredients together. No more of the hassle of blistered hands or tired arms, this does it for you! You can even look away and do other chores in the midst.” You turned around and your creation you thought so high about was creating smoke and making an odd sound.

“Um y/n,” Edward said, “is it supposed to do that?”

“Huh,” you turned to it again and all of a sudden the mixer started to go faster in speed. “Oh no.” The mixer then flew high in the air and starting to spin around like a mini airplane.

“Get down!” Huxley shouted and everyone in the room screamed in fear or bent down hiding under tables and items.

“Its alright everyone! Just a little mistake!” You climbed onto the tables trying to fetch the item. “Blasted thing.” You jumped onto the counter and caught it making it stop. Until it started to mix again and it caught a piece of your hair. You screamed loud and tried running away but hit the bowl of cake mix making it hurl in the air on top of your head making you slip from the batter onto your back. The mixer finally stopped. You groaned knowing you were about to hear it from your parents.

Athela stood up with a scowl on her face. “To your room. Now!”

You sat at your vanity disappointed with yourself. You had worked so hard on the mixer and had embarrassed yourself. Athela was standing next to you, glaring. Karim was laying in his bed munching on a treat and your maid Ruthy tended to your hair.

“I cannot believe you chose to do this on a day like today. Of all days!” Your mother was furious. Her gloved hands were held into fists. “You were supposed to be ready!”

“I know. I’m sorry mother.” In the end you always apologized even though you really hadn’t meant it. You hated when your mother was right especially about inventing. You always wanted to prove her wrong but it ended in outright disappointment.

“Look at this hair now.” Athela lifted the piece of hair that was wrapped around the mixer. “Can you save it Ruthy?”

Ruthy bit her lip as she heaved a sigh, “I’m sorry your Royal Highness it is very tangled I must cut it off.”

“Oh my! Are you sure?”

Ruthy nodded.

“Today of all days,” Athela repeated herself. “How will your future husband think of you now?”

“What?” You asked and then all was heard was a snip as Ruthy cut that one lock of hair.

“Make sure you take that disgusting batter out of her hair.” Athela pointed to your scalp.

“Mother what are you talking about?” You stood up throwing your precious now broken mixer onto your desk.

“My dear didn’t you not fall just mere minutes ago in that vanilla goop?”

“Thats not what I meant and you know it. I am asking about what you said about a future husband. What did you mean by that?”

Athela rubbed your shoulders up and down and broke into a huge smile. “My dear you are getting married!”

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scarlettkat86 · 5 years

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Eyy, @fluttyseed, remember the stripper Sharky fic idea? Well I took it and did a little less funny and a little more steamy. Hope you enjoy. Also tagging @deaconmcsexypants and @jacobmybeloved for reading snippets, appreciate yall. Theres also stripper sharky edits at the end because I have no shame.

Characters: female dep/rook, brief Hurk Jr, Sharky Boshaw.

Word Count: 1584

Warnings: Um, its a stripper fic, so if steamy lap dances and sharky taking his clothes off aint your thing turn away now.

Notes: Sharky’s stagename is from a disco song of the same name by Boney M, and the song he chooses to dance to is Fire and Gold by Bobby Saint

"There is literally nothing to do in this town." Rook huffed, slouching down into the couch. "What's there to do other then betting on which local a start a fight down at the Spread Eagle?"

Hurk Jr. takes a seat beside her, shotgunning a beer before he answers. "Well amigo, we can always get wasted and let the pigs loose at the Woodsons farm. Think I could ride 'em like one of those fancy rodeo cowboys!?"

Rook laughs at the image but shakes her head. "No way dude. Last time you and Sharky blew up a silo and set a barn on fire when i took yall cow tippin." She leans over putting an arm around Hurks shoulder. "Speaking of Sharky, where is he? Does he still think I'm gonna arrest him, cause that was just a joke."

Hurk jumps up from the couch, knocking over a few beer cans from the side table and points an acquisitive finger in her face. "You was serious that day man! I ain't ever seen someone ticked off as you was. If he hadn't of saved your ass from that bull man, you'd have taken us both in!"

Rook stifles a laugh before pushing his hand from her face. "That'd make me an accessory to a list of crimes I'd rather not admit to being a part of." She sees his face twist with amusement, then he flicks her nose.

"Dang, you know what. Bonafide disaster of a cop cause you're always aiding our criminal adventures, but you're the best damn friend I ever had." He rubs his thumb along his goatee then says, "I tell you what. I'll let you in on where Sharkys at, but you've gotta sweeten the deal for me brobafet."

"You insult me, then insist I sweeten the deal, seriously?"

"I'm deadly serious, like a ninja. I ain't blind and I know what you're gonna see tonight will be far more better then anythin' you could imagine. Now, what I want is simple. I wanna use your jeep while you visit Sharky at his new job. That's it."

After a few stipulations, Rook drove the 40 minutes to the next town over. "That's it!" Hurk yelled. A neon sign read, 'The Swinging Sirloin Bar'.

"You mean to tell me I drove nearly a hour to pound a few back in some sleezy bar?!" She says squinting her eyes at Hurk.

"Whoa whoa whoa. That's somethin' I don't need to know. Now a deal's a deal amigo." Hurk says with his ears covered. She's confused, nothing she said should make him cringe like that. Rook stepped out of the jeep and he took over the driver's seat.

"I'll see ya tomorrow amigo, dont worry Sharky won't mind riding you. Shit, what I meant was giving you a ride. In his car. Oh hell, just...bye!" He stammers and flies out of the parking lot.

That was...odd. Opening the door to the bar, everything suddenly makes sense as her ears are assaulted by women hollering and catcalling. She sees a stage with a semi naked man gyrating on a random woman seated on stage. To her right is a hallway with multiple doors, and to the left is the bar. She makes her way over, taking a seat at the end furthest from stage. Her cheeks flush, not for the sight in the room, but because she thought this was a hole in the wall bar. That serves steak. Not a strip club.

The bartender makes his way over. "The names Seth. What can I get you beautiful?"

Rook shrugs her shoulders, "Whiskey sour I guess. I'm here to see a friend, maybe you can point me to him? Goes by Sharky."

The man behind the counter slides her drink to her. "Only know stage names and faces, got a description?"

There's a loud commotion center stage, the man on stage now had his head up the back side of the random womans skirt, seemingly motorboating her ass. Rook curses, horrified but unable to look away. "Do uh, do all your dancers get so, hands on?"

Seth raises an eyebrow. "Well now, are you curious to find out, or jealous the friend your crushing on feels up on all the ladies in the same way?"

Rook snaps her head back around glaring daggers at the bartender. "What! How did you, I mean no. I'm not... jealous." She folds her arms across her chest. "I'm-Oh. Oh my God, he's a stripper?" She pulls her phone from her jeans and shows his picture to Seth.

"Crushing on Daddy Cool? His no touch rule drives the women crazy." Rook chokes on her drink, spewing it all over the counter.

"He's got time for a private dance. Or you can wait for his shift to end." He laughs pouring her another drink and wiping up the mess. "But if you wait, some other woman will probably take his last dance."

That's how Rook found herself sitting on a questionable leather couch in a dimly lit room, waiting.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity, before she finally heard the door open. She resists the urge to turn around and face him when he starts speaking.

"First things first, I got a couple ground rules. One, no touching unless you have my consent, two, hav-" Sharky stops dead in his tracks when he finally comes face to face with his customer. He twists the owl ring on his left finger, opening and closing his mouth before finding his voice again. "Uh, he-hey shorty. What uh, how-why are you here?"

Rook stretches her arms out, relaxing into the couch. "Well isn't it obvious? I've been missing you lately. Now I know why you've been gone."

"I ain't been avoiding you if that's what you're thinkin'. Just need extra cash, and well with my record'n all..."

"Well I've got plenty of extra cash."

"Hell dep, I can't ask for your money, I-"

Laughter bubbled up from Rook, catching him off guard. She stood up, placing her hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. "I don't want you to ask. I wanna see your skills, Daddy Cool." She watches as he pulls out his phone, unsure if he's actually gonna strip. Maybe it was the way she purred his stage name in his ear, maybe it was part of his act, but the next thing she knew, he's carrying her to a chair in the center of the room. Music she's never heard before starts playing and Sharky starts circling her. It's an odd song choice, she's beginning to think he's joking but then his hand reaches from behind and wraps around her neck, the other tracing her shoulder and chest. His lips graze her ear, "Remember, no touching."

The song slows to a sensual beat and he's rolling his hips in sync with the rhythm. He slides across the floor, hands on her knees, pushing her legs apart. Her breath catches in her throat when he slides his hips between her legs, grinding against her. He leans back enough to pull the white tshirt off, wrapping it around her shoulders before running his hands down his chest. She slips her hands down his back feeling his muscles contract with each roll of his hips. Suddenly he's moving away from her, a playful smirk tugging the corners of his mouth. "Shame dep. I had one rule and you've already gone'n broke it." He sways his hips, thumbs tucked behind the waist of his jeans. "Maybe I should go?"

Rook is flustered, what she thought was going to be hilarious, is actually turning her on more than she wants to admit. She turns her head to the side, clearing her throat. "No. Don't- don't stop." She hates how desperate that came out.

Sharky nods his head, sliding his hands to the button on his jeans. He bites his lip as he pops the button open, turning his back to her, moving his body until they drop to the floor. Sharky looks back over his shoulder and slaps his ass. Rook giggles at the sight, though the orange thong actually looks like sin on him, then he's striding her way. He puts one leg up on the arm of the chair and takes her ponytail, pulling it free, grabbing fistfuls of loose hair.

He starts singing with the music "I need it, jesus. Burn baby burn." Pulling her head to his waist and snapping his hips. She can't resist the urge to grab his thighs, and he makes no move to stop her this time. Her cheeks are hot as his erection brushes against her chin. He pulls her head back, leaving kisses along her jaw and neck as he slides his body back down. Instinctively she wraps her legs around his hips. Sharky cups her ass, picking her up, and begins rocking against her. The music stops but neither of them seem to notice. Rook smashes her lips to his, all teeth and tongue. She pulls away as she realizes she's just kissed him. He gently lowers her back to her feet, taking a few awkward steps back.

"I um, I don't know what came over me..I"

He shakes his head, "Shit dep I didn't mind whatever that was."

"I wasn't finished. I was gonna see if you wanted to take me back to your place, finish what you started here?"

"Hell yeah, but just so we're clear, you started this."

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starrysence · 5 years

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ralbert for the hc. . thinv. g

ok these are kinda all over the place????? like the ones where theyre not dating yet arent necessarily before the ones where they are dating. its just kinda. scattered. oops sorry

warnings: 100% swearing. if its ralbert you can basically guarantee that theres swearing

●ok so theres this period of time where nobody can tell whether al and race are dating or just doing bro things like they always do

▪probably bc these two have always been so physically affectionate???? there isnt really a noticeable change after they start dating▪until jack and finch see them making out against a wall and decide to just leave them be without making any noise▪but yeah thats 100% how the boys find out▪"you guys didn't know we were dating????"▪"no wtf you've always acted like a couple we just thought it was the typical Bro Behaviour" ▪they all bust out laughing at that one●race LOVES the snow which is 100% ironic bc he gets cold so easily (can you tell im trying to do as many snow hcs as possible)▪albert doesnt like the snow. he doesnt. understand. race. ESPECIALLY because race gets cold so easily▪"baby why dont you just come inside i can just make hot chocolate and we can binge watch hallmark christmas movies a month too early,,,,,,,"▪"nOo Oo al the snow is so pretty"▪"youre prettier"▪"nice try but im not coming in"▪"aw damn"●has race stolen albert's sweaters during the winter??????? Absolutely ▪has albert cared??? of course not. look at his boy. he looks fucking adorable. he cant take that sweater away from race even tho hes already stolen half the sweaters in al's closet▪one time race was half-asleep on the couch when al got home late from a graphic design workshop and he was in one of albert's sweaters▪al thought it was tje cutest thing hes ever seen▪he didnt want race falling asleep on the couch tho so he Scooped him up and put him down on their bed▪"youre so sweet albie,,,,,,,,, i love you"▪thats the first time either one of them has said i love you since they started dating?????? albert is Shook bc it feels so different now▪"love you too, racer"●these two 100% went through a taylor swift phase together and You Can't Change My Mind▪it includes the ones a lot of people know like shake it off, blank space, etc. but also so many other ones▪they have a whole ass taylor swift playlist but they never really delete it after they get past their phase???▪so al absolutely brings it back when race is going through a breakup▪so here they are. two teenage boys, singing/yelling along to taylor swift songs. ft. like 6 tubs of mint choco chip ice cream and 8 boxes of tissues▪race feels so much better afterwards????▪gives albo a lil kiss on the cheek ▪"thank you, albie"▪albert dasilva? blushing????? pshhhh. nahhh (read: absolutely 100%)●yall Best Believe race can bake like nobody's business and albert Lives For It bc he can barely bake a batch of cookies▪however, the only food race can cook w/o nearly burning something down is italian food▪so usually albert cooks▪but baking???? yall this boy CAN BAKE▪thats actually the reason albert starts falling in love w/ him LMAO ARE U REALLY SURPRISED▪literally theyre like 13 or 14 right? and race has baked a batch of brownies and albert is in HEAVEN when he tries one▪"i think im in love"▪"hahaha with me or the brownies?"▪".....the, uh,,,,, the brownies, duh"▪lol no its race AND the brownies but he doesnt totally know that yet●if youve read my more recent fics u might remember race's sisters▪if noT, he has 4 sisters ok. two older, two younger. he is the middle child. What A Life▪siblings from oldest to youngest: veronica, ilia, race, rosetta, elsie▪albert and race have been best friends since childhood so albert and race's sisters know each other really well. theyre all Pals▪literally???? race's sisters Love Him▪when they find out race likes albert they do not let it go. for a second. race is Actually terrified theyll expose him in fromt of albert one day▪best believe they go WILD when they find out race and al are finally dating ▪the first time albert comes over after theyre dating all 4 of race's sisters TACKLE HIM▪"HELLOOOO FUTURE BROTHER-IN-LAW"▪albert is so absolutely stunned afterwards and race is crying w/ laughter●these two swear. so much. its really funny yall▪once jack dared them to go a whole week without swearing and they didnt realise how hard it would be▪"albert you fu----- fabulous human being, you"▪"stop being such an a----- aDORABLE person, race, my heart cant handle it"▪its actually very wholesome but the week is hell for those two▪the next monday theyre both like "FUCK yes we can fucking swear again thank goodness"▪its a very swear-heavy week to make up for the last one. the boys are Really Amused●race is so full of energy all the time its actually kinda weird for albert to see him tired or drowsy before nighttime▪but he knows if he gives race any form of caffeine or sugar the boy will practically be bouncing off the walls▪so he chooses to enjoy his time w/ sleepy race while it lasts bc while its pretty unusual its also absolutely adorable▪race is even more cuddly than usual when hes tired/sleepy ngl and i mean,,,,,, albert isnt complaining▪al lives for the lil smile race has on his face when hes tired and albert has just kissed his forehead or something. its so cute he swears hes gonna explode●albert is Wonderful at poetry yall cant try me on this i will take it to my grave▪race has no idea about this until they have to write a poem for english▪very open-ended assignment. a poem of any style about anything you want to write about▪albert says his is about one of the best gifts hes ever received and it turns out▪the poem is abt race▪and its REALLY well written half the class is saying 'awwww' and the other half is near tears and smiling▪race is part of the other half. except he starts crying. did i mention hes emotional as hECK●shsjjfjgs amusement park dates▪these boys live for them (also i rlly just want an excuse to write about amusement park dates)▪kind of chaotic bc race bruises really easily AND hes really clumsy so if he and al have to part ways for a bit he might look like shit when they reconvene and albert is like "do i have to fight somebody or did you just do something dumb and get yourself hurt again"▪"........the latter"▪"jesus christ, race. youre such a disaster. but i love you"▪"love you too albieeeeee"

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leelee10898 · 6 years

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Back to you: Chapter 20 - Ready for it?

** So I decided to post this a day early because next chapter Aria makes her choice!!!!***

Summary: we pick up where 19 left off, the girls are at the club Olivia is trying to get a look at the ladies Credit cards. A confrontation happens and someone gets hit!! Aria,Liam and Leo share a very intimate moment. Catch up HERE

Rating: Mature, NSF

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“How about we play a round of credit card roulette?” Olivia blurts out? “What is that?” Kiara asked. “ well, everyone puts their cards in the middle of the table, who ever’s card is drawn pays for the next round.” Aria filled the ladies in. They all surprisingly agreed as they placed their cards in the center of the table.

“That’s a lovely necklace Lady Aria.” Pennelope admired. “Yes, how quaint.” Madeline sneers. “Thank you Pennelope, it was a gift. From Leo.” Her eyes shifting to Madeline. Aria sipped her drink. Anger flashed across Madelines face momentarily. “You and Leo have become very close. ” Pennelope stated, looking like she had something she wanted to ask. “You could say that.” Aria giggled as she sipped her third cupids kiss, man these things were good.

“I hear Leo has been known to be a bit rough in the bedroom . They dont call him the playboy prince for nothing.” Kiara drunkingly giggled sipping her mixed drink. “I hear he gives a safeword to each partner who agrees to it.” Penelope adds in. Aria gulps her drink down, grabbing the next waiting in front of her. Were they seriously talking about this now? Safeword? He never gave her a safe word. And then it dawned on her, hes been holding back. She knew how intense it was everytime they had sex, her core tingles just thinking about it, how much more it could be.

“Well since you all seem to want to know so much about Leo in the bedroom, why don’t you just ask lady Aria herself. She spends more then enough time in between his sheets these days.” Madeline sneers as she gulps down the rest of her drink. “Jealous hes not fucking you Maddy?” Olivia narrows her eyes at Madeline. Aria shoots Olivia a thankful look. Hmp. Madeline whined as she walked off. Penelope and Kiara trailing after. “Well, this will be easier then we thought, those idiots left their cards behind.” Olivia chuckled. They sort through the cards settling on the last one, it was a match. “It was Penelope?” Aria gasped. “Poodle loving Penelope?” Olivia scoffed “Wow, I don”t know if I should be insulated or impressed.” Olivia chuckled to herself. “Um Madeline sent me to get our cards. ” Pennelope sadly requested. “Pennelope, sit down we need to talk.” Aria insisted. “I know you paid someone to take those photos of Tariq in my room.” She stated firmly as she eyed pennelope down. poor pennelope was so drunk, she crumbled on the spot. “Oh Aria i’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” She sobbed “Madeline told me you and Tariq were in love, and we should get you together. I didn’t know she was going to set up a photographer I knew I shouldn’t have gave her my credit card information.”

“Madeline did this? Of course she did aria though. She sighed "Penelope you were used as a pawn in her little game. ” Aria shook her head. “I’m sorry Aria, can you ever forgive me?” Penelope cried. “I can, but Why did you send Olivia and I those letters?” Aria questioned. Confusion spread across Pennelope’s face. “Letters telling us to leave court? I didn’t send any letters.” She shook her head clearly confused. "If you didn’t then who…” Aria trailed off lost in thought, she snapped out of it. “please keep this between us Pennelope.” “Thank you Aria, I won’t say a word.” Pennelope smiled as she took the cards and left. “Well I expected blood.” Olivia disapproved. “There you are.” Ellie rushes up hugging Aria. “Ellie, this is Olivia. Olivia my best friend Ellie.” Olivia and Ellie stare each other up and down. “You the one helping Aria figure out who set her up?” Ellie questioned “yes, is there a problem?” Olivia scowled. “Nope, whats your poison i’m buying. I like this one Ari, she doesn’t seem like she takes any shit.” Ellie chuckled. After a few drinks Aria was feeling pretty good. She caught sight of Madeline at the bar. “I’ll be right back.” Aria gulps down the shot in front of her making her way to Madeline.

“Pretty ballsy of you to send me to get your pathetic wedding rings.” Aria snapped. Madeline whipped her head around facing Aria, her mouth twisted into a sick grin. “And you went crying to Liam, I knew you couldn’t handle the pressure.” Madeline chuckled. “I know you set me up, those pictures with Tariq.” Aria accused. “Careful there Aria, throwing accusation around like that could get you removed from court.” Madeline grinned. “Don’t test me Madeline, I will tell Liam, Ill go to the press.” Aria threatened. Madeline took a step forward closing the distance between the two. “And tell them what exactly? That the queen to be blackmailed you and undermind the king? Think about it Aria. How will that look for Liam, for the country? You’re not going to say a word.” Madeline smiled taking a sip of her drink. Arias fist balled against her hips. “I can get rid of you like I got rid of Hana.” Arias face twisted in anger, rage boiling in her blood. The next thing Aria knew her fist connected with Madelines Jaw. “I know you’re up to something, and I will find out.” Aria stormed off leaving a stunned Madeline holding her Jaw.

“Aria are you ok?” A voice behind her asked. She turns to find Liam. “Liam? What.. what are you doing here?” Aria stammered. “I invited him, and Walker.” Leo stood next to her. “Nice right hook Hale.” Drake chuckled. “She had it coming to her.” Aria shook her hand now feeling the pain as the adrenaline wore off. “That was awesome little blossom.” Maxwell jumped around. “Liam invited Beaumont.” Drake chuckled as he rolled his eyes at Maxwell. “We have a booth in the back, come on guys Ellie and Liv are already back there.” Aria motioned to roped off area. “Well well well boys, welcome to the party.” Ellie giggles. “Aria you never told me how fantastic Ellie was.” Olivia grins. “I knew you two would hit it off, your both insane.” Aria laughed. “Here’s some ice for your hand.” Drake handed Aria a plastic bag filled with ice that he got from the bar. “What happened to your hand?” Ellie wondered. Leo chuckles “Rocky here punched Madeline in the face.” “You didn’t?” Ellie gasps. “You couldn’t have done it while we were around?” Olivia scoffed. “Now now ladies, I think we just need to forget about the big bad wolf and have a few s-” “SHOTS!” Ellie hollered cutting Maxwell off. “I love you.” Maxwell clutched his chest holding his hand out to Ellie. Ellie giggled “come on lover boy lets go.” The two wandered off to the bar to grab a round of shots.

“Are you ok my love?” Liam consoled. “You worry to much I am fine.” Aria nudged him playfully. “I am surprised however, Leo you invited Liam and Drake out?” “We worked things out.” Liam chuckled. “Yeah, we came to an understanding.” Leo grinned nudging his brother . Aria eyed the two uncertain of how to take the situation. If they weren’t fighting that was a good sign. “Ok I hope you guys are ready to partayyy, because its go hard or go home tonight yall!” Ellie shimmied around the booth handing out shots. Aria raised her glass in the air “Here’s to, good friends, good times and..” “great sex!” Ellie cut Aria off. Aria could only shake her head and laugh. “Here here” “cheers ” wooohooo" the group cheered.

Later on….

“Woooo” Ellie yells as they all slam their shot glasses down on the table. “Oh I don’t think I’ve drank this much, ever.” Liam gags. Leo chuckles “Liam you’re such a light weight, these ladies are putting you to shame. ” “I don’t know how many more fruit flavored shots I can do. I need whi-” whiskey they all said in unison. “Ooh this is my jam, lets go everyone on the dance floor, come on were dancing.” Aria jumped up grabbing Leo and Liams hand. Ellie followed her dancing. Come one walker, lets get out there before Aria comes and bugs us.“ Olivia demanded. Drake nodded and followed Olivia to the dance floor. Ellie and Aria dance together swaying their bodies in sync with the upbeat pop song. They were tearing up the floor. They both loved to dance. Ellie started dancing with Liam Laughing "Liam why are you do stiff? And I don’t mean in the good way.” Liam blushed at her comment. “I told him the same thing, Liam let loose, tonight is about having fun and not giving a fuck about court bullshit. ” Aria giggles as she spins her body around, Leo catches her. They dance close together for the rest of the song. “Im gonna go grab a drink, want anything?”

Yeah, grab me a beer just put it on the table. I’m gonna try to get your brother to loosen up, hurry back.“

Leo chuckles and kisses her cheek, Aria heads over to Liam grabbing his hand. "Dance with me.” Liam smiles. A sultry tune replaces the upbeat one they had been dancing to. Liam pulls her closer, saying his body with the music, still very stiff. She stands on her toes pulling him down whispering in ear. “Just let the music guide you, stop thinking about it. ” she shakes her hips against him. Liam closed his eyes, he stops thinking about everyone watching him, what was expected of him, just letting the music guide his body. His hands find her hips as he rocks them against her. His hands roam her sides his breath hot on her neck, she sees Leo out of the corner of her eye, watching him watching her. She felt a jolt of excitment run through her body. She hooks her hand around liams neck pressing her body closer to his. Liam grabs her hips as she sways her body to the music eye fucking Leo at the same time. She bites her bottom lip as Leo makes his way towards them. Aria turns her back to Liam swaying her hips in sync with his as she pulls Leo close. He can see the hunger in her eyes. He moves his body against her, his hands move against her hips and waist. The three move in sync the two men sandwiching her in the middle. Leos mouth hovers over her neck, his hot breath making her throw her head back as the heat pools in her core. Her lips find Liams as she sloppily open mouth kisses him. Leos mouth settled onto her neck, nipping and kissing her. She turns her head towards Leo, his lips crashing against hers. Both men’s hands traveling her body. She would be lying if she wasn’t completely turned on. The song came to an end. Aria eyed both men. she needed to cool down, a cold shower would help, but right now it was the beer waiting for her. “Well boys, I think I need a drink.” She turns and walks away switching her hips. Both Leo and Liam tilt their head watching her. “That ass.” Leo admired “yup” Liam agreed.

Aria sits back at the booth, by herself. Drake and Olivia were holed up in a corner making out. Ellie was dancing with Maxwell, she took the moment alone to cool off. Still hot and bothered, she forced her self to shake off naughty thoughts. Liam sits down next to her, his face flushed. “I think I may have to call it a night, I had wayyyy to much to drink and i’m feeling horrible. ” Liam laid his head on the table. “Why King Liam are we admitting defeat?” Aria giggled. Liam waved a napkin in the air. She caught Bastien’s eye as she motioned for him to come over. “ hey, its ok go rest. Bastien is gonna take you to the hotel.” She lifts his head up. “Good idea, good night my love. I am sorry.” Liam slurred out as he leaned against Bastien. “Leo.” Bastien nods “Bringing back memories huh Bastien.” Leo claps him on the shoulder. “You know you were always worse.” Bastien snorts a slight smile forming on his face. Leo chuckles walking up to the table sliding in sitting next to Aria. “Have many drunken stupors your highness?” Aria eyes Leo jokingly. “Maybe one or two.” Leo chuckles. You know I heard some juicy gossip tonight. Aria runs her finger around the the rim of her beer bottle. “Oh?” He arches his eye brow. “Mmhmm, it had to do with a certain prince and his rough sexcapades. I believe a safe word was involved.” Aria glances up at him. Leo squirmed in his seat. Fuck, shes pissed, is she pissed? Leo thought to himself. She folds her hands on the table and leans in closer. “You’ve been holding out on me Rhys. I wanna know why?”

Leo looked up shocked shes not pissed because I was a male whore,shes pissed because I have been taking it easy on her? She never ceases to amaze me.

“I don’t want to hurt you love. Things can get a bit wild. And I respect you to much.” Leo grabbed her hand. “Don’t feed me that shit Leo. I can handle it.” Aria demanded. “I don’t want you to get hurt love. So no, its not happening. ” Leo insisted. “Now please can we drop it?” Leo pleaded. She eyes him up and down. This wasn’t over she would get what she wanted one way or another.

“Ok, but maybe we can still have a little fun?” She batted her eyes at him while a manicured finger nail trailed the inside of his leg. “What did you have in mind Beautiful?” Leo gulped down the remaining scotch in his glass. Aria grabs him gently by the shirt pulling him in, her lips meeting his. He deepens the kiss, she pulls him closer with one hand grabbing his bulging pants. She pulls back

“Lets go back to your place.” Aria breathes in his ear. Leos turns towards her locking eyes with hers. “No love. I have an even better idea, let’s go back to the hotel. ” A shit eating grin forms on both of their faces. Madeline had it coming to her.

Back at the hotel they enter Leos room as soon as the door closes he pushes her up against the wall. Kissing her hard. She helps him out of his shirt, Leo fidgets with her dresses stuck zipper before he rips it off her body. Aria groans in appreciation of his roughness, he peppers kisses along her neck and chest reaching his hand behind her un hooking her bra and tossing it across the room. He yanks his jeans and his boxers off his hard member springing free from its confinements. Aria grips his dick twisting her hand up and down the shaft. He lets out a deep growl as he kisses and sucks her neck. “I want it rough Leo, don’t hold back.” She breathed out. “No love, I cant.” Leo whispers breathlessly. She grips down on his dick, her eyes full of fire narrow in and lock on his. “Don’t fucking tell me no.” She released his cock from her hand. A mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Kitty wants to play rough? we’ll play rough.” He pulls her into his chest kissing her hard his hands slide down her back as he cups her ass, grabbing hard and giving it a hard slap. He lifts her up, she wraps her legs around his waist. Leo walks her over sitting her on the table. He rubs his hands across her breast, rolling and her pink nipples with fingers pinching each one, a soft moan escapes her. His hands ghost down her body as he pulls her across the table settling her against him. He continues kissing her, his tongue slips past her lips as they fight for dominance. His hands roam her ass and in between her legs. He presses his length against her wanting center feeling her soaking wet panties against him making his hard length twitch. He grips her undies ripping them in half and tossing them on the floor. He looks her in the eyes.“Are you sure about this?”

“Hell yes.” Aria grins pulling him in for a searing kiss. “If its to much, if you can’t handle something say the safe word, I will not stop unless you say the safe word love. Do you understand?” He places a soft kiss on her lips. “Yes.” she whimpers

“Are you really sure about this?” Leo pleads. “Fuck me hard Leo, dont hold back.” She could see the hunger in his eyes, like she seen many times before, except this time was different, it was almost animalistic. He licks his lips, a devilish grin spreads across his face. “Safe word is Apple.” he whispers into her ear as he he swiftly yanks her off the table and turns her around roughly pushing her front side down against table. His fingers trail down her spine to her round plump ass. He whacks one cheek and the the other, causing Aria to jump and gasp. He pushes himself against her pumping his hips. Teasing her wanting core. He kisses the back of her neck all the way down her back grabbing and smacking her ass with force. He runs two fingers across her slit, while settling on his knees. His tongue drawing tight circles along her sensitive bud, he dips two digits into her wet sex. He pumps them in deep, curling his fingers to reach her sweet spot sending chills through her body. “Oh fuck.mmmm.” she moans.

He pulls his fingers out slowly. “Your pussy is so wet for me baby.” He groans as he sucks Her juices off his fingers. He grabs a hold of her ass as his tongue plunges into her hot center. He slaps her ass hard again, watching it Jiggle he moans in between her legs, sending tingles throughout her body. He bites and kisses her ass, as he continues his pleasure assault to her dripping wet sex. “Oh fuck Leo, mmm. I’m gonna cum, oh fuck.” She screams. “Not yet kitten.” He orders . He spreads her legs farther apart shoving his tip inside of her warm center. “Leo” his name falls off her lips like a prayer. He shoves his cock into her deep, she squirms back squeezing her walls down on his large intrusion. He pumps his hips fast and hard moving the table beneath her. Her moans fast and loud, “oh, oh fuck, Leo oh oh god.” She clings to the sides of the table. He whacks her ass hard as she screams out. He pulls out of her and turns her around, picking her up and placing her back on the table. He grabs a hold of one leg pulling her onto his thick length. He thrust hard and deep. “Mmm you like that kitten? Your pussy feels so good on my cock, oh fuck yeah baby.” He grunts as he pounds into her powerfully. He rubs circles around her clit. He could feel her walls contracting around his cock. “Cum for me baby.” His thrust never faltering he pushes her through her first climax. He leans in kissing her, scooping her up into his arms he tosses her onto the bed. Laying next to her he pulls her on top of him. She lowers herself down onto him rocking her hips as he thrust into her with force. She screams out as he slaps and pinches her ass. Aria grips the headboard as she slams her ass repetitively against his hips. “Oooh fuck,fuck Leo, fuck yes oh god. I’m gonna cum.” She throws her head back. “That’s right baby, cum on my dick.” She lays her body flat against his digging her teeth into his shoulder, she screams out as he thrust hard into her. She feels the heat explode as she gives into her second orgasm. Leo tosses her onto the bed, kissing her deep. He flips her around pulling her ass up in the air slapping it hard leaving a red mark.

He shoves his rock hard dick into her his fingers grab a fist full of hair while his other hand rests on her hip. She bucks back against him, his long thick cock filling her completely. Her cries mixed with pleasure and pain. Leos loud moans mixing with Arias loud screams could probably be heard many floors up. He pulls her body up by her hair and she leans against his chest. She bounces up and down matching his fast rhythm. “Oh fuck baby, I want you to cum on my cock again.” He grunted out. Aria breaths are fast and erratic, he feels her muscles contract again as she rocks her hips through her third orgasm. He pulls himself out flipping her over he shoves himself into her again. Leo hooks her leg around his neck and and leans over her, his cock position right on her gspot. He thrust into her hard and fast, Kissing her through her moans. She feels the coil tighten again as the heat pools. She screams loud, each stroke sending electricity through her body. His hand slides up her chest and settles on her neck grasping lightly Placing a little pressure against it. He plows into her with delicious speed, stroking her gspot each time. “Oh kitten you feel so good. So. Fucking. Good.” He moans. “This is my pussy! tell me who’s pussy this is?” He demanded. “Y-,yours.” She stutters. “F.f.f fuck Leo.”

“That’s right kitten, scream my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you.” His name flys off her lips like a chant. The heat pooling like lava dangerously close to spilling over. His strokes send a spark through her body. He kisses and bites the inside of her thigh a loud moan escapes her lips. “Cum with me Ari, squirt on daddy’s dick. ” he continued to ram her with so much force the headboard banged furiously against the wall, the sounds of slapping flesh and pleasure filled screams fill the room.

“Her walls fluttered around his length. Her eyes rolled back into her head, she seen stars as she gave into her forth and most intense orgasm. Her jucies squirt out in a wave against his thick cock dripping down her ass and his legs . "Oh fuck Aria, oh my fucking god.” Leo grunted as he pumped through his own release, coating her throbbing walls with his milky white seed. Leo collapsed along side of Aria. She lie there twitching and withering the after shocks of the most intense sex of her life. Leo pulls her body close, wrapping his arms around her calming her down. “Are you ok love?” He stroked her hair, praying he didn’t go to far. She turned to face him. He took her hands in his kissing them. “I didn’t hurt you did I, please tell me you’re ok?” She leaned in giving him a sweet, soft kiss “im fine.”

“I love you Aria.” He stroked her hair. “Mmmm I love you too. That was amazing. ” She whispered and she nuzzled up against his chest and fell fast asleep.

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miguels-talons · 6 years

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The Meeting

This is the first one shot of the possible original series called “The King and the War Administrator” ;)

Hey look I’m posting an original idea and story I share with @floofybubblez wowie it’s not a fanfic.... actually yeah technically it is but whatever none of yall gonna understand but yall dont gotta because its a cool idea anyone can read and I’m happy with how this came out so I hope ya’ll enjoy:

The metal clad fist of the soldier’s hand meets her cheek in a dazzle of bright and static light, sending her reeling and falling to the ground. She hardly catches herself, back bent as she peels herself back from the ground, placing a hand on her now throbbing cheek. She glares back up at the ugly faces of the soldiers now surrounding her, all grinning down at the courageous peasant girl. She blinks heavily, gritting her teeth together as she straightens back up.

“You think you’re allowed to speak back to the royal guards?” one of the men demand, moving forward and slapping a hand around the collar of her shirt. She digs her heels into the dusty cobble street as she’s yanked forward and as her face is drawn closer to the man’s she growls and spits in his face, grinning with a holey grin. She has lost many of her teeth throughout the years of low hygiene and being beaten on by many of the guards.

Her grin is quickly knocked from her face, however, as another of the guards kick her square in the gut, knocking the breath from her lungs. She hunches over, gripped at her stomach as she coughs up a loud of mucus- a terrible lung disease has been spreading throughout the lower rings of the kingdom, filling any it infects with large amounts of mucus. A handful of her hair is grabbed as fingernails dig into her scalp, forcing her head upwards. The girl she had rescued from the anger of the guards gasps as she sees this. But at least the girl was safe. She has always thought that the fellow peasant girl was pretty. She didn’t deserve to be beaten to a pulp like Terra was being currently.

“First we have to deal with a thieving rat, and now a stray mutt?” the man yells in her face, spit landing on her skin. She growls softly, already able to taste the blood in her mouth as it rises from the earlier punch. “Maybe we need to put this feral dog down, ey boys?”

Terra’s eyes widen and she yanks at her hair, ignoring how the roots of her hair tears at her scalp. But the man holds tight, throwing her to the ground and unsheathing his sword. He presses the blade to her throat and her breathing quickens. “Unless,” the fat, ugly man presses down on her back as he leans forward, wet and heavy breathing hitting the side of her face, “you can show me a good time.”

The peasant girl’s face twists into a sneer and she gathers enough blood and spit to once more projectile the horrid mixture into the guard’s face. He growls and the blade is just pressing into her neck further when: “What the hell are you doing?!”

All of the guards go stiff and the one on top of Terra quickly pushes up, turning to face a preteen, handsomely dressed boy standing nearby. Terra pushes herself up slightly with a hand, using the other to wipe at the blood and spit and mucus smearing around her lips. Her burning eyes land on the girl she had been protecting in the first place, smiling in relief to see she is unscatched aside for the slap she had received before hand on her cheek. It still twists Terra’s gut to see her hurt, however. She swallows heavily, eyes drifting to the newcomer.

The preteen isn’t much taller than Terra but she could clearly see he is of a higher position just because of his clothing; a long, red cape drapes over his shoulders, hanging around his feet. A light blue suit and dress pants is what he wears underneath, a golden necklace hanging around his neck. A few bracelets jangle around his wrists and he wears two pairs of jeweled earrings on both ears. His eyes are a lighting blue with light brown hair- poofed expertly- falling around them, framing his face. His eyes are currently narrowed into a glare and even though he has a soft face it is currently shaded with a terrifying anger. How could a child probably around her age look so intimidating, even to her? Especially to the guards, oddly enough.

“Y- your highness-” Terra’s eyes widen impossibly and her breath catches. Holy shit no way. There couldn’t possibly be royal blood in the Lower Slums. They never came down here because of the dirtiness of the section. “What are you doing here-?”

“That does not concern you!” the obvious prince interrupts, eyes narrowing further, lighting blue fading to a midnight sky. They darken even further as they land on Terra, taking in her appearance and they snap back to the guards. “Tell me, Brenner, why the hell are you beating a civilian to death?”

The guard, Brenner, swallows heavily, his eyebrows scrunching his fat face together. Terra pushes further against the ground, breathing heavily before spitting a large amount of blood from her mouth. “Well, your highness, you see,” he began, eyes flashing from Terra to the other peasant girl nearby, “this young woman tried stealing from us and then the other attacked us. We had no choice but to defend. She was aggressive.”

The prince’s eyes fill with disgust- Terra just doesn’t know for who. Her and the other peasants gathering around, or the guards trying to defend themselves. “Defend yourselves?” the prince demands and Terra is starting to like him more and more. “Against a child of my age? And what had the first been stealing, exactly?” he raises a hand when Brenner tries to answer, eyes landing on the peasant girl in question who appears to become squeamish under his gaze. “What were you stealing, exactly, milady?”

Terra is surprised that the prince would address such a lowly peasant in this fashion. She had figured all royal family to despise the lower subjects of their kingdoms.

The pretty peasant girl- even with a red hand marking her hand- swallows heavily and wets her lips nervously. She seems to have started shaking, terrified of answering incorrectly. So, once again, Terra decides to defend her. “She was ‘stealing’ the bread that she had just bought for her family,” Terra explained, once more gaining the attention of the prince as she makes air quotes around stealing. Because she hadn’t been stealing. She had rightfully bought the bread that was now ruined on the ground not too far off. “She had just bought the bread when the guards came over and tried to take it. I’m sorry for attacking them, but I couldn’t simply watch as they robbed her.”

Brenner seems outraged by Terra’s true story because he steps forward angrily. “The bitch lies!” he exclaimed, even though he has been treading on thin ice up until this point. The prince’s eyes don’t leave Terra’s face, however. He must be taken aback by how beaten she is, by the fact that she is still standing despite her face probably being broken in a few places. “Are you really going to believe a peasant over one of your own officers?”

The prince is silent for a few seconds as he meets Terra’s eyes. She doesn’t say anything more, knowing it would be useless to say anything more if the prince had already made his mind up. So, she stays silent, breathing heavily as she grips at her aching shoulder. He must see the truth in her eyes because he looks back at the guards, arms crossing over his chest.

“Yes, actually,” the prince finally answered, voice somehow so stern even Terra would obey- she is very rebellious. Her eyes widen and the pretty peasant girl gasps. Terra looks at the guards just as their mouths are falling open in shock. Everyone must be so shocked because Terra can feel the surprise filling the air around her. “Now, Brenner, I want you to get this peasant girl ten packages of bread. Then, you and your men are to report to the general. He and I will be having a word about your… punishment.” He looks back at Terra and reaches a gloved hand out to her in offering. She stares at it a moment, licking her split and bleeding lip. “Come with me. My maids will heal you.”

This confuses her; why would a prince want to take a lowly peasant? But, she wasn’t going to complain. She snatches the prince’s hand, letting him help her to her feet. She brushes herself off and glances at him through the corner of her eye. “I am Prince Bubbles,” he informed. “Though, you probably already knew that. You can call me Carter.” She is shocked that he is allowing her to use his first name. “What is your name, madame?”

“Terra,” she answered after swallowing down a ton of mucus, shivering as it slides back down her throat.

“Well, Terra,” Carter began, smirking widely. “I have a feeling that we’re going to make good friends.”

And what a pair they make.

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Opinion on serobaku and serokiri?

SeroBaku kills me in the sweetest way and SeroKiri brings me back to life when I feel dead inside and SeroBakuKiri is like heaven on earth tbh I love those ships they make me feel warm !!!

Anon said:Yes but i loved minas hair like that??? So either ur hair is also p good or ur art is just that great n I’m %99 sure that it’s both, also r u ever planning to post a picture of urself?? ? I’m sorry if this question makes u uncomfortable, have a nice day!!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh thank you!!!!! And pictures aren’t really my thing so that’s probably not gonna happen, but I assure you you’re not missing anything by not seeing me, anon hahaha

Anon said:Fraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! ilu

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ヽ(o♡o)/ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Anon said:Imagine Bakugo drawing pictures of his squad without them noticing. Like Kiri looking out a window or mina and Denki trying their best to study or sero scrolling on his phone. I wonder how they would react to finding his sketch book

I’m sobbing this is so nice ;A; Sero and Kaminari’s reaction would probably be along the lines of “how is this guy good at everything” haha I like the headcanon of Mina drawing too so her reaction would be a bit different, probably, but still very very awed

meanwhile Kiri is on the ground dying

(Kiri is me)

Anon said:Lately I’ve just like…. Noticed but all your art is such high quality and honestly it looks so so good. You have such a lovely style and it’s so original and distinctive and I’m love it and you so much. Plus!!! sometimes I’ll just look through your art tag and even though I think it all looks great I can tell you’ve improved a lot, and, idk, you inspire me to work on my own art constantly and thank you!! I hope you have a lovely day!!

Oh my god this ask slayed me ???????? thank you so much ;A; jesus this was so damn nice I dunno how to react at all !!!!!!!!!!!! I hope your own art is coming along great, anon!!!! I’m glad my doodles can make you want to have fun with it too!!!!!

Anon said: i absolutely adore your art style ! it’s so unique and fascinating and pretty i die

Welp thanks to this ask I die too so it’s two of us anon o m f g (thank uuuuu)

Anon said:Ahhhh the dorm life comics honestly made me smile so much I love them the way you portray all the characters is always so nice and asfhdjd your art is my favorite AND listening to you ramble in the tags honestly makes my day better I love it 10/10 bless

This is it, they day Fran honest to god dies, cause of death: yall being way too sweet for me to take holy s m o k e s ( ;A;)

Anon said:Do you think the UA teachers hang out like the kids do in the dorms?

YESSSSSSSS Aizawa and Mic are high school friends so I’m pretty sure it’s canon they waste time together, Blood King and Dog Hound are canon pals too so they also most probs chill together too! Blood King is also the same age as Aizawa and Mic so they probs used to go to school together too!!! And with Dog Hound being 32, Midnight being 31 and Cementoss and Thirteen being 28 they’re more or less all the same age, so I like to think they spend free time together~ some scenes with the teachers make me think they’re good pals with the older ones too, it’s a really fun group of people to be honest!

Anon said:I wonder what Kiri would do if Bakugou had the flu…Or what they would do if they stepped on Legos XD It’s a funny thought. I love your art so much, you’re my favorite Bakushima artist!!

Anon said: Omg your art gives me life. I was just wondering what happens when the bakusquad get a sick? Thank you

Thank you to both of you!!!! And I could give you both my take on this, but would I be able to make it better than BnHA SMASH did? Probably not, that thing’s so hilarious t b h hahaha

Anon said:OMG IS JIROU PLAYING UKULELE?! I PLAY UKULELE!!! OMG

Yes she is!!!!! I like to think Jirou’s got at least basic knowledge for how to play any instrument ever, so when she’s laying around in the common room once she got used to her friends listening to her play she’d bring with herself the smaller and easier ones to carry! An ukulele has a super nice sound and is small enough to bring around the dorms haha

Anon said:fran!! hi!! Ur comics actually make my life 50% better everytime i see them so thanks for cheering me up everytime you post!! They’re amazing and so is everything u do!! (Love ur art style btw)…. So besides all the compliments, i have a question!! What’s your opinion on AU’s where bakugou is deaf? Would u ever draw something related to it?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I think I already answered this question? At some point? But I can’t find it, so in general my take is that I highly doubt Bakugou’s body isn’t built to withstand and not take damage from his own quirk (since his hands are made to hold up with it, I feel like the rest of his body is tailored around his quirk too), but I’m always up for disabled characters and the idea of Bakugou signing is beautiful to me, so I don’t mind the AU one bit! Dunno if I’ll ever draw for it tho, drawing jsl when I don’t know it is hard. I know that from experience.

That said, I do find the fics in which Bakugou becomes deaf because of his quirk a bit hard to believe most of the times? Because in all of them his ears are the only things taking damage for the continuous use of his quirk and I just sit here like, his eyes should be taking damage too. Normal eyes aren’t made to withstand explosions and stun grenades every day all day, so if his ears aren’t biologically made to hold against his quirk his eyes shouldn’t be either.

Like, I read those fics and I find them real hard to believe because the authors aren’t pushing it hard enough, for me it’s either no damage at all or hoh AND visually impaired Bakugou, boy can’t be only half built to withstand his quirk that’d just be silly haha but that’s probably just me, the AU is Good 👍

Anon said:The Mirio eyes on that last pannel. Everyone needs Mirio eyes. (also don’t even try to convince anyone Kiri doesn’t steal Baku’s sweaters too)

He started doing so once he found himself with no hoodies left - he isn’t the type to just steal people’s clothes, I think, but if Bakugou started doing so first he’d probably find it acceptable to consider all their hoodies fair game hahaha

Anon said:Oh my god I absolutely adore your art so much. Every time you post something I get so excited! Your art is honestly so cute and it never ever fails to cheer me up. If I ever need inspiration or motivation to draw something especially cute, I come to your blog and look through your posts. Your fluffy art makes my heart clench and makes me grin like crazy. I just… I have so many feels about your art. It just makes me so very happy!

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood thank you!!!!!!!!!! Holy smokes!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so so happy my stuff can make you inspired to draw ;A; aaahhhhhhhhh!!!!! this made me so happy holy he ck ;u;

Anon said:Hey… thanks for all the stuff you do. It’s really great and I just wanted you to know that. Thanks………….❤️

No anon thank you for this ask, oh my g o d ;U; *sob*

Anon said:I don’t know if you readed the fic “communicate with your body” of xx_kuuhaku_xx, but If you haven’t done so, read it please. I think you’d love it

It’s the merman!Kiri one, right? I read it!!! A bit too much smut in it for my tastes, but I did like it a lot!!! ヽ(o♡o)/

Anon said:AHHHHH!!!!!! IM CRYING!!!!! I LOVE YOUR ART SO FUCKING MUCH ITS JUST SO FUCKING GOOD AND THEYRE ALL JUST SO FUCKING CUTE AND FUCK I LOVE ALL OF YOUR KIRISHIMAXBAKUGOU HEADCANONS AND EVERYTHING IS JUST SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR ART AND THIS BLOG SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU A LOT TOO ANON OH MY G O D THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:i just started watching servamp cause i remembered you talked about it before and i like it a lot?? kuro is #relatable and all the voice actors are so good wth

Anon said:OKAY HI FRAN IM THE SAME SERVAMP ANON AND WTF IM CRYIBG SAKUYA AND HYDE MY SONS im so emotional over the last episode it didnt explain anything im gonna have to start the manga now and the movie and specials dont have subtitles yet help me im dying

ANON IF YOU’RE PICKING UP THE MANGA YOU NEED TO GO BACK TO THE START - the anime messed it all up, there’s a lot of missing things since the beginning!!! The anime is beautiful but the manga is 100% better, I hope you’ll enjoy it!!!!! *O* (…once you get caught up with it you’re free to come yell at me, the current arc is killing my soul)

Anon said:Fran!!! Your last comic!!! About Bakugou with a crush!!!! ITS SERIOUSLY SUPER GREAT no really, I usually see Kirishima as the one portrayed with a giant, blush-when-he-texts-me crush, but Bakugou!!! He’s a teenager too are you telling me the whole heart fluttering thing wouldn’t happen to him?? Ofc it would!!!! (He’d be kinda pissed at first, like “what is this weird feeling”, but I don’t think Bakugou would be exactly averse to it, after he realized his feelings??) Anyway TY FOR CRUSHING BLASTY

YOU ARE!!!! WELCOME!!!!!!! I love smitten Kirishima, but the lack of giddily in love Bakugou in this fandom hurts me a bit - love is a happy feeling!!! Mostly so if you can tell it’s probably required!!! And Kirishima’s super obvious about his feelings so Bakugou being able to tell is highly probable!!!!! And Bakugou can be his grumpy self all he wants, but if he’s in love he’s gonna be happy about it when Kirishima’s sweet to him!!!! That’s how I see it, at least hahaha

Honestly tho that’s my favorite sort of love, the one that makes you unable to hold back a smile and makes your stomach flutter and your heart clench in the good way, I want both Bakugou and Kirishima to feel like that about their relationship~

Anon said:On the comic captioned he’s got a crush I literally squealed it was so cute!!

;O; I’m glad you liked it omfg!!!

Anon said:I wanted you to know that your Kiribaku comics give me life and they always brighten my days! I also have a question if you don’t mind… will we see more of the domestic with kids au? Your Kiribaku dads are so adorable it’s kind of ridiculous. Thank you for all the art you share with us!!!

Thank you for liking it, anon!!!! And maybe! If I feel inspired and find ideas for it, why not! I don’t personally deal with kids often so ideas for that AU don’t come easy haha but maybe!

Anon said:You get so many notes on your artwork… do you like actually read any people’s tags on them? Because I know I have had some e m b a r r a s s i n g tags of me yelling with excitement 😂 I hope you don’t ever read those and just face palm at my stupidity. Haha anyway that’s my way of saying I love your stuff and just yell about it a lot.

………………..I do read all tags tho :O so I definitely read yours too, but whatever they were if it was yelling with excitement they made my day, 100% for sure, you’re the type of person I post my art for, anon!!!

Anon said:tfw even tho he looks kinda ridiculous, bakugou still manages to look good with that hair and outfit

Well, I still find it uncomfortable to look at l m a o but yeah he’d look good in nearly anything, he’s just that pretty ( ⌯◞◟⌯)♡

Anon said:Asdffhjllvdrhbhsd jakugou jatsuki I died oml thank you I’m still laughing and Jakugou looks Fabulous™ in your style and I’m so lame ASDFHJKLL HE LOOKS GOOD AND I’M CRYING LAUGHING BLESS

Anon said:i’M crYING JAKGOU JaTSUKI what beautyyyyyy omfg

GLAD I COULD MAKE YOU TWO LAUGH OMFG HAHAHA

Anon said:your art really catches how good Bakugou looks in those jeans (I bet Kiri really appreciates it too)

*sob* thank you !!!!! (and Kiri appreciates Bakugou however he looks 👀👀👀 he’s smitten)

Anon said:Just a stupid anon here to say I love your art and I hope you have a very lovely week! ^^ (no need to reply~)

Of course I need to reply :O you’re being so sweet, anon, thank you!!!!!!!! I hope you’ll have a perfect week too!!!!!!

Anon said:Hello!As a young poly person who found your blog before I had found love and realized I’m poly, I wanted to thank you. Your bokuroteru helped my feel okay with myself as I realized, and although I’m sad to see it end, I’m glad it’s a happy one! I have the “You polyamorous disaster” panel as my computer background!! Thank you! (also your style makes me happy, all bubbly in the heart and all) Yuuji is one of my fav characters and I love this ship as well!! Just.. THANK YOU SO MUCH

ANON you’re the reason why I draw polyamory oh m y g o d I’m!!!!! so happy the comic could help you along!!!! I wish you the best of luck in your romantic life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:FRAN. BAKUGOU and CATS. Omg all of the kitties just love him and he’s like GTFO leave me alone you furry fuckers but they love him and he’s gentle with them and he’s scared to touch them sometimes bc of his explosive sweat makes fire hazards and omg they just attack him and he thinks he’s gonna die bc he loves them too!! Fran, sweetie can you picture this?? Can you picture Kirishima’s reaction?? Like full on red blushy explosion bc omg he’s in love with a dandelion precious ball of rage Fran omg

Oh my god yeah of course I can Bakugou being an animal person is my fave headcanon ever!!!! This is so sweet too!!!!!! Oh my g o ds, thank you so much for this ask aaahhhhhhhh ;A;A;A;A;

Anon said:FRAN. My litERAL WEAKNESS LIKE KRYPTONITE LEVEL WEAKNESS IS BAKU LAUGHING. AND THE SNORTTTT. FFFFFF holy shit did not realize caps lock was on haha. BUT I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. so much!

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bakugou laughing is something real special isn’t it, I so hope we’ll see that happen in canon soon!!! (⸝⸝⍢⸝⸝) ෆ

Anon said:Your OCs are so cute!! ❤️❤️❤️

*SCREAMS* THANK!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:do you ship bak*deku too?

Not romantically nor sexually, no! I only wish them as really really really good friends~

Anon said:Ahh I’m crying because I was the Bakugou laughing anon and I was thinking about his laugh all freaking day too

It’s been four days and I’m still thinking about it so honestly, seriously thank you again, anon!!!

Anon said:Hey, did you see Tanaka in the few latest chapters of HQ? Such a precious lad, look at him go 😍 I swear no one deserves him (expect maybe you)

“except maybe you” are you out to KILL ME ANON OH MY G O D ;A; thank you - but YES he’s being amazing isn’t he!!! He makes me so happy, such a good boy, such a good character, I’m glad he’s a thing that exists in my life ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

Anon said:hi fran just wanted to tell ya that I used to love your art before BUT THEN i started drawing myself and now I realize the pain and struggling of shading and anatomy and expressions and let me say i appreciate you 100% EVEN MORE now, and if I used to love your art now I freaking ADORE it!! (also fun fact I actually started drawing bc of you, im uh,,, super executive dysfunctional so I could never get around to doing it before but YOUR ART SERIOUSLY INSPIRED ME THANK U DRAWING IS TOUGH BUT FUN)

Thank you???? So much???? Oh my g o d I’m so happy I could somehow help you find the focus to try drawing out! It is a pain, but the more you do it the easier some basic things get and the more fun you’ll have with it, it’s such a tough but rewarding hobby to have! I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as possible, anon!!!!

Anon said:FRAN IS IT WEIRD THAT WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT U I THINK OF U AS A MIXTURE OF BAKU AND KUROO AND KAMI

OMFG WHAT DOES THAT LOOK LIKE EVEN T H O HAHAHA

#fran answers #yall #making my days better #i can't deal with how cute all of you are im #crying a little #aaaahhhhhhh #anonymous

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