An additional thot for being the daimyo's lady 😏😏:

- Boba getting in an increasingly bad mood listening to people come and make their case to him

- Fennec comms you saying he needs some of your "charm" before he shoots someone out of annoyance

- You come down in your brand-new see through dress and lingerie and saunter up to the throne

- Without a word he just pats his thigh and you sit on his lap

- You try to grind down on him without anyone noticing but he squeezes your thigh telling you to sit still

- You behave for a bit but keep doing things to rile him up until he snaps and kicks everyone out of the throne room so he can rail you right then and there

xoxo🤞 anon

Omg babe I’m screaming, crying, throwing up. I love this idea. I love it. Just thinking of this man’s big broad chest…being all impatient and irritated bc he hasn’t seen you yet today and he’s antsy and super busy and frustrated…AHHHH thots below

*beep beep* *beep beep*

This is the third time your comm has signaled you in ten minutes. You knew it wasn’t Boba. As Daimyo, he would be fully immersed in his morning rounds right now. Besides, since you’d been waiting ages for a day off, you planned to see Boba tonight for dinner. What could someone possibly need you for on your day off?

You answer it with a begrudged hello and roll your eyes as a deep sigh probably fills the ears of whatever impatient life form is on the other end. A rich, throaty, female laugh responds. Fennec.

“You sound just like him.” She remarks with a sarcastic giggle, making your mind wander to the sight of your boyfriend complaining his way through his business with organized crime bosses and spice dealers.

“Has it been that bad of a day already?” You ask, glancing down at your own cozy set up and feeling a little bad he couldn’t join you right now. He certainly deserved to. He’d been working his ass off to clean things up now that the Pykes had been driven out of the city. He liked the work. He liked ruling even more. But he was still just a man and without a little…release…every now and again, he got very grumpy.

“Worse. I wish disintegrating people wasn’t so frowned upon sometimes.” She laughed, the sound of her sarcastic comments always bringing you a bit of comfort on this rough planet. “Think it might be nice if you dropped by for a little bit. The almighty Daimyo of impatience here could use some of that…charm of yours to calm him down before he does something he’ll regret.” You swear you could hear Boba groan some kind of retort in the background.

You looked around your royal boyfriends expansive private living quarters and sighed. Your day to yourself would have to wait. He needed you. You were too distracted by even the thought of him to enjoy any sort of relaxation anyway. You glanced at the brand new dress and lingerie set you planned on surprising him with at dinner later today and smiled wickedly. Couldn’t hurt to give Boba a taste of it early downstairs in front of everyone. Your royal fucking highness loved a show off.

“I’m on it. Give me a half hour. See you both soon.”

You switched off the comm and jumped off the couch, getting yourself ready in record time. The delicate lingerie set you’d chosen just barely covered your backside and left little to the imagination, your nipples nearly visible beneath the fabric. The shimmering silver dress you wore was elegant but sheer and exposing, laying just enough fabric on your body to remind Boba that he’d have to work to take it off you first. That’ll teach him some patience.

You descended the sprawling sandstone hallways of the palace to the throne room. The stuffy haze from the dry heat, the muffled, hushed breaths of waiting constituents and the bellowing noise of Boba’s interpreter droid filled the space. You moved into the crowd, parting them with the thrilling confidence you exuded as you sauntered your way over to the throne.

Boba’s eyes and brooding scowl locked with yours as soon as the last person moved aside. His gaze traveled down the length of your body, catching at where each glittering jewel you wore rippled with your movements. You watched the faintest hint of an amused smirk draw across his lips and he straightened up on the seat of his throne. Each gauntlet covered arm rested powerfully on either side of him, the heave of his broad chest making him look as regal as the bastard ever had.

He lifted his chin, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deep enough to ground him into each of his boots planted firmly on the palace floor. His brow quirked up as you waited for him to finish his conversation and call you toward him. You could practically hear his thoughts: filthy demands of a dominant man, growls and grunts of tortuously painful arousal, and his little pet name for you praising you for doing as he commands. He doesn’t stop staring as you, your appearance far more welcome than any who stepped foot in the palace walls today.

Silently, he nodded and motioned for you to approach, his gloved hand patting the armored thigh he was welcoming you to sit upon. The whole room quieted, save for the constituent still trying to make their case and the droid interpreting them, as they watched you slink across the room to their ruler’s side completely unguarded.

You stood before him, his wicked smile growing as he got a better look at the gift you presented as for him today. Slowly, you spun around, ever so slightly pushing your backside out for his admiration, before sitting down on him and letting out a far too suggestive little sigh for a man this on edge to take.

The room got back to the topic at hand, chiming in to react to the speaker’s words. As the court meeting droned on, Boba’s hand slid up and down the open back of your dress absentmindedly. He leans forward as if he had an interest in the presentation before him, but instead muttered in your ear, “princess…you have outdone yourself. How will I ever stay focused now?”

“Patience.” You muttered softly, slightly shifting your seated position on top of him to brush over the hardening bulge you felt beneath you. “You need some today, Boba. Such a long day, lots of hard work.” Your sultry whispers making him tense up underneath you. You knew what you were doing to him. You knew it would work. Fennec was right, he did need your special kind of relief.

“I have much to deal with and you come to me…looking like this…and speaking of patience. Of restraint.” A dark laugh rumbled in his chest behind you, his hand gripping your hip bone and pulling you into him as tight as he could. “That’s fine. All this talk’s got me in a bad fucking mood, princess. Thinking about you in this…is going to help me.” His hand travels down the meat of your thigh and squeezes it gently. “Now, sit still. Behave yourself. And then we’ll see how patient I feel like being today.”

It takes everything inside you not to let out an audible whimper at the power he has over you. Especially sitting on his throne. You don’t want to behave. He really doesn’t want you to either. The way his breathing is slow and calculated, his hands fervent and possessive while his people ramble on about things he barely cares about.

The droid interpreting the interaction doesn’t know what it is you’re doing to him. They’re not built to know. The people in the room are too intimidated by Boba to dare raise a complaint. He’s still getting through the long line of people with requests, even with your ass slowly and subtly writhing against the heat brewing in his groin.

He doesn’t talk much unless necessary, but when he does the familiar edge of his arousal harshes and deepens his tone even more than usual. You’re driving him fucking nuts with each little rut of your hips. You aren’t behaving. You were never planning to.

You can feel his warm breath fanning against the shell of your ear as he moves closer to take in the scent of you. Your pheromones igniting a filthy biological urge that he does not ever deny himself. Besides, he is the ruler, he no longer operates at the mercy of others, he is under no authority but his own. And he will get what he wants. You. And you’ll give him what you know he craves and what he rightfully deserves.

Your own hands slide up his thigh, threatening to ghost over the spot that’s rising for you and you alone. With one hand lacing with his on your hip and the other secretly palming him behind the shadow your back was casting, you physically felt him snap. His body jerked forward just slightly, only you and Fennec would probably notice.

He spun your entire body around in one of his ridiculously strong arms and lifted you to your feet, rising to stan beside you and signal to the room that he’d had enough. “We’re done for today. Everyone out. Now.”

“But Lord Fett…”

He pulled your hips against his and grabbed a handful of your ass to keep you in place. He swore under his breath at the contact and blinked his lust crazed dark eyes at you, the desire completely overtaking everything in him now.

“I said now. Leave us. Rest of my afternoon just got booked up.”

Before you knew it, your bare back is pressed into the cool stone of the chair and Boba’s gut deep inside you, one hand around your throat and fingers teasing your exposed nipple through the sheer fabric of the dress he decided he liked on you far too much to take off.

“Fuck…Boba.” You cried out more times than you could count, your moans reverberating around the entire palace as his thrusts practically broke you.

Through gritted teeth and panted breaths he growled, “Louder, Princess. Need my whole city to know I’m busy.”

HII I WAS HOPING TO BE 🤞ANON IF NOT YET TAKEN?! anyways i wanted go talk abt how absolutely delicious foolish looked in that deadpool suit like damn

yes ofc you can and yes! he looked soo good😵‍💫

i have two words, pisces men.

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Toxic as fuck but sexy 😌

Do you go commando with that fat, veiny cock swinging freely in your pants?

#fat cock in grey sweatpants

personally no. not in that overdramatic "my dick is too big 🙄🥺" sense, but I like the support underwear gives me. everything flopping around can irritate me after a while.

example how it can look though

rafe catching you doing your pre-shower makeup💀💀

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"you done yet duchess I wanna showe- jesus! what the fuck is on your face?" rafe stops on his tracks at the sight of you at your vanity: face painted white with pink rosy cheeks, powder blue eyes and the craziest lashes he's ever seen.

"umm-- I was about to hop in the shower." you continued to apply your lip combo, nonplussed by rafe's extreme reaction.

he looks at you in confusion, "with all that crazy shit on your face? sweetheart you look like one of those creepy porcelain dolls my grandma used to have."

you roll your eyes setting down the lip brush, "that as the point. this is my pre shower makeup I wanted to do something fun!"

"pre shower-- you know what. if this is what's keeping you quiet fine by me."

Mother does this mean popstar gojo will fuck us on stage in front of his fans 🫣

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🌚

Hi! Do you happen to remember that one video in which Thomas took off Manus goalkeeper gloves? I just can't find it anymore and maybe you can help me?💕

Special delivery 💞

Hello, hi, idk if I'm missing something, but why would one give their deadname to the fae? (I know you said not to do it, but I'm just curious as to why you'd think of doing it in the first place, since I'd never heard of it)

So this should probably be a question for the other anon but I presume the thinking behind it is that the fae are known for stealing your name though it's more in the process of also stealing the person away I don't actually know what would happen if you gave them your dead name although I have a feeling it'd just piss them off more then anything but it does sound like the start of one of those "I tricked the fae oh no consequences" stories

You got me checking your blog everyday for writing updates, I love your work!! -🤞anon

Ok as someone who has done this to countless others for over 10 years….it’s such an absolute honor to receive a message like this from someone

I am so truly grateful for the support and love. You have no idea how much genuine joy running this blog and writing again has brought back into my life when I desperately needed it💙

I know I’m slow writing sometimes. I’m a bit of a perfectionist and want to make sure my work comes out really great for you all. More stuff is coming. Never ever be afraid to message me any thots or asks or headcanons. Anything !! I love hearing from all of you.

I’ll be updating my WIP soon 💙

hello???? the gifs of hopper???? why have i not noticed him before holy shit

🫶

oh yes stink, we love daddy hopper🤭 i just know he fucks, like he doesn’t fuck, he fucks. he’s a starved man and he eats pussy like he’s getting paid to do it, doesn’t stop until you’re crying and begging him to just fuck you and when he finally does— let me shut up before i get too excited

moral of the story, this man👇FUCKS

I love seeing people compare music to their favourite characters and go like 'oh yeah this verse might be this character... and then this one is the other one... and then this little bit here is them both honestly. Or something like that' because I HAVE gone through every taylor swift song on evermore and folklore and compared it to skk. Sorry to be autistic on the writing account, but this is a fanfic writing account and I'm writing my second novel length fic about them so what did you expect.

folklore/evermore are very canon skk, and verge into fanon and some songs are the reason for very specific head canons, or some of the ways I write the way they perceive each other. 1989... DON'T GET ME STARTED OMFG HAVE YOU EVER LISTENED TO BLANK SPACE? I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT HAVE AND OMG IT'S SO SKK CODED LIKE WTF. I HAVE VERY FIRM OPINIONS ABOUT WHICH LYRICS ARE THEIRS. Also the vault tracks literally exist what more do you want from me. 'i think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting' okay dazai pack it up you did that already, beast exists. 'i call my mom sister she said that it was for the best remind myself the more i gave you'd want me less' yeah yeah chuuya we know he left you get over it, it wasn't personal(think that line could go for either of them but the other line 'the way you faded till i left' feels more Dazai personally). Plus suburban legends. For personal reasons I struggle to listen to song without SPIRALING FUCK YOU THAT ONE PERSON SEHDHSSJNS but very skk as well 'we were born to be national treasures' is very soulmates of them. And out of the woods screams them in fanfic when they try to get better. Red, straight away all too well. They both remember it all too well. All too well skk cover with switching vocals anyone? The last time. The one with gary lightbody. Underrated song, is my favourite on that album, and SO THEM. 'this is the last time you tell me ive got it wrong, this is the last time i wont hurt you anymore' because they're fated to be together and are constantly drawn to each other and yet keep HURTING EACH OTHER RAGH. also 'we are never getting back together' is pretty funny and nice when applied to them. also state of grace. any taylor song with a mild drop of religious imagery is them cause yeah. but 'i never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same'... okay pack it up, we don't have time for your yearning. 'you were never a saint' (dazai abt chuuya) 'and i loved in shades of wrong' (bc hes toxic and doesnt know how to healthily like people) 'we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts' (bc they continue anyway and stick it out, living with the pain of being bad for each other because of how deeply they care). I almost do. Dazai after leaving. moving on to more religion, holy ground. 'for the first time i had something to lose' 'and i guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the storys got dust on every page' AAAAAA IT'S THEM. Can't really speak on debut- but I've listened to our song and picture to burn and if picture to burn isn't a vengeful chuuya idk what is. BOY OH BOY SPEAK NOW.

excuse me. one moment.

Mine- literally a skk au

Sparks fly- 'the way you move is like a rainstorm and im a house full of cards, you're the kind of reckless that should send me running' that entire verse screams dazai's fascination with corrupted chuuya, and the whole song is well yeah

back to december- dazai when they reunite just trust me on it just trust me on it. the repetition was intentional, that's how serious i am. 'i go back to december all the time' 'I got back to december to make it all right'

speak now- might just be me but it really makes me think of teen skk in fanfic harbouring urges to ruin the others relationship for 'some reason. I don't know, seeing him with her just... irks me'.

the story of us- first verse is chuuya, second verse is dazai, and the third is them both because they're LOSERS and they LOVE EACH OTHER and FUCK I'm CRYING NOW. 'id tell you i miss you but i don't know how' EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BASTARD.

enchanted- self explanatory. for more context, i really think it's from dazai's pov in this case, could probably be both, but dazai fell first and harder so it's really like god he's been in love ever since he got kicked into that wall he wants him around forever. He held Chuuya's hand in the fight with rimbaud and then had all those close moments in the manga and went home to lie on his bed kicking his feet and giggling don't lie. (god im still crying this isn't helping)

better than revenge- they're both pretty vengeful idk it makes me think of iwsynttr for some reason

haunted- chuuya pov. 'i thought i had you figured out, something's gone terribly wrong' 'stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had' they're so sad, but the general idea of chuuya thinking he has figured out dazai and knowing how he thinks and then dazai just leaves suddenly and he's like 'Wow! I thought i knew you. How do i forget this'. 'wont finish what you started' bringing chuuya into the mafia then leaving it.

last kiss- 'you told me you love me so why did you go away' chuuya pov again oh god it hurts why am i doing this to myself? 'never imagined we'd end like this, your name, forever the name on my lips' yep yep ow.

LONG LIVE.- LISTEN. TO. THE. SONG. AND TELL ME IT'S NOT DAZAI AND CHUUYA. I COULD DO A WHOLE ANALYSIS ON JUST THIS SONG. 'promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye...please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine, long live the walls we crashed through, i had the time of my life with you' FUCK IT'S DAZAI AN HE'S IN LOVE WITH CHUUYA AND DOESNT KNOW ODAS GONNA DIE YET, JUST THINKS HE DOESNT GET TO KEEP ANYTHING HE WANTS. FUUUUUCK. THEY'RE IN LOVE AND DAZAI WANTS IT REMEMBERED PLEASE I'M SO SAD.

anyway, i can't pretend I'm normal about skk anymore i haven't even covered fearless, reputation, lover or midnights please somebody encourage me to actually write full things dedicated to each album and the most fitting songs from said albums please i'll do it and plus i need to actually gather proof for my autism diagnosis appointment so this would be a good way to to that probably. anyway yeah this'll never make it out my drafts lol

imagine jack keeping a hair-tie/ponytail on his wrist for you 🫶 - 🤞

I feel like he’d do that but he’d keep it in his wallet or pocket, just so it wasn’t obvious to other people. 🥰

Hello! If you're still doing the kiss ficlets could I request a mix of 15 + 46 (passionately out of jealousy lol) for Bo(Jan) ? Thank you!!

This ended up having way more feelings than I anticipated, so it turned out to be the longest prompt yet! I hope you like it <33

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

15. (... passionately) + 46. (... out of envy or jealousy)

One thing was the inevitable brush with some people on a crowded dance floor, and quite another was all those people who were not-so-accidentally touching Bojan while he was dancing.

Not that it was anything inappropriate, just a few simple touches that lingered a little too long, a few glances that followed his every move, and some clearly flirtatious smiles. But that didn't mean Jan was happy about it.

It should be Jan who was beside Bojan, laughing and having fun together. It should be his hands alone caressing Bojan's body. It should be his body that was pressed against Bojan's as they danced to the music. It should be just them, not caring about those around them, not caring about prying eyes or what people would say. It should be only them that mattered.

But they couldn't, not yet.

So that's why Jan was sitting on one of the bar stools in the pub, a few feet away from where his boyfriend was dancing, watching the singer from afar and daydreaming of a future where they can do all the things he longed for.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw a very smiling – and slightly sweaty – Bojan approaching him. He was wearing a plain white shirt that had become more and more open as the night wore on, its thin fabric sticking a little to his skin in certain areas due to the sweat, as well as a pair of trousers that embraced his legs perfectly and accentuated those thighs that Jan loved so much.

He looked good enough to eat, and the only thing Jan could think about was how much he wanted to just kiss him, touch him, mark him, devour him –

Not here, he thought, already starting to feel his pants getting a bit tighter.

“Can you come to the bathroom with me for a moment?” Jan heard himself ask before Bojan could say anything.

Bojan seemed to be a bit taken aback by the question at first, but he answered with a smile nonetheless.

“I mean… I was going to grab another drink, but sure.”

When they reached the bathroom, Jan thanked his luck that it was empty and let Bojan step in first, entering and locking the door behind him.

Bojan turned around in the rather spacious cubicle to face Jan, opening his mouth to speak, but the words never came out, getting caught in his throat the moment he saw the expression reflected on the guitarist's face. He looked angry.

Well, if he didn't know Jan, he would have said he was angry; but having known him for so long, it was impossible not to notice that behind that expression was nothing but jealousy – maybe even a little sadness, if he dared to guess.

“What was all that about?” Jan broke the silence, almost screaming. “Are you just going to let everyone touch you and flirt with you all night? Aren’t you going to say anything?” He continued, slowly approaching the singer and making him back up until his back was pressed against the wall, not taking his eyes off him for a second.

Jan knew he was being selfish. He knew it wasn’t Bojan’s – or anyone’s – fault. But it still hurt to see him like that.

His voice sounded stern when he started talking again.

“You.”

Bojan swallowed.

“Are.”

Jan’s arms found their place on either side of his boyfriend's face.

“Fucking.”

He leaned impossibly closer, every inch of his body in contact with Bojan's.

“Mine.”

The brush of their lips against each other's as he uttered the last word sent an electric bolt coursing down their spines.

Hurriedly, Jan's hand grabbed the back of Bojan's neck, pressing their lips together in a rough, heated kiss that was more tongue and teeth than lips. The younger's hands found their place on his upper back, pulling him even closer as he started to reciprocate the kiss.

He greedily swallowed every single one of the delicious noises coming out of Bojan's mouth when their hips started grinding on each other almost automatically, desperately seeking some friction.

This. This was what Jan wanted from the very beginning. To have Bojan all to himself, all his attention on him – no other people watching, wanting to touch. Just the two of them.

“I'm sorry,” Bojan said almost breathlessly the moment their lips parted for a much-needed breath.

Not this way though, the rational part of Jan's brain provided. Not at the cost of making his precious boyfriend feel that what he had done was wrong.

He backed off a little – not missing Bojan's little whine at the loss of contact – and rushed an apology. “No, I'm the one that should be sorry, I shouldn't've reacted like that. It's just…” He grunted, inhaling and then exhaling, trying to find the right words to explain what had led him to yell at him in the first place. “I just want to be able to dance with you, and hug you and kiss you in front of everyone, but we just… can't. Not yet.”

Bojan gave him a little, understanding smile. “I know, love. I want that too, more than anything. And we will. Soon,” he reassured him, cupping the guitarist's cheek with one hand and tilting his head up slightly to place a soft kiss on his lips, making a small smile spread across the older's lips.

Then, he leaned closer to his ear and, with one hand tangled in the hair at the nape of Jan's neck, added, “Besides. That was fucking hot.”

Bojan pulled back, a pleased look on his face as he saw Jan's smile turn into a smirk before he immediately started attacking his mouth again, his hands roaming under Bojan's shirt, caressing his torso.

With a final nibble on his lower lip, Jan's lips moved to Bojan's neck, kissing and biting as if he couldn't get enough of him.

“Jan,” Bojan moaned breathlessly. “Fuck Jan, if you keep that going my knees will not hold me any longer.”

“Easy there, love,” Jan chuckled, mouthing all around his jaw and biting his Adam's apple. “Not here. Let's go home first.”

His breath felt hot against the singer's mouth when he added, “Then you can show me how good that mouth works.”

“Gladly,” he smiled, grabbing Jan by the hand and dragging him out of the bathroom.

masterlist | ao3

using a flashlight on inexperienced!pope for the first time🫢

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you were sitting with your front pressed against your boyfriend's sweaty back, the hand you had clamped around pope's mouth did very little to muffle his moans, the tip of his slicked up dick was peaking out the top of the flesh light on every downstroke.

"fuck pope look at you, you're so goddamn cute." your praise makes a shudder run through his body, his abs shuddering with the effort not to cum, "I think you may be too big for it though hm? you're gonna tear this little pussy in two."

pope wasn't as experienced as you were, but that made him more fun. he was more receptive--his body was like a live wire quivering with every touch. you spent all day teasing him and running your nails across his clothed erection until you got back to his house where he stripped the second he stepped into his bedroom, eager to try out the new toy after his initial hesitation.

you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw when you start to focus more on his sensitive tip. he's grunting and moaning like he's about to lose it.

"just let go for me sweetheart, its gonna feel sooo good."

pope's hips spastically twitch upwards and his hands grip your thighs as he cums--sharp jets of cum that spills over your knuckles and splatters against his chest leaving him slumped and panting against you. when his breathing evens out you remove your hand from his mouth and gingerly slip the flesh light from his still twitching shaft.

"you're such a good boy pope look at the mess you made." without thinking he grabs your hand, kissing the back of your knuckles.

you couldn't wait to try more things with him and you knew he couldn't either.

For the meantime, please refer to me as Vixi

Got it, vixi:3

how do you feel about the conspiracy that the FBI was behind #ThrowbackThursday to gain access to photos that they wouldn't otherwise have uploaded to the internet?

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Ooo I haven’t heard of this one before, though I wouldn’t doubt it. You’d be surprised with how many of the little trends that happen come from the government. Not to sound crazy but some are just social experiments to see how people will react to certain things, and to see if we’re still gullible to their control. I go could on and on about this shit all day haha.