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country-lee215 · 1 year ago

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Jailed With A Baby

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“There ya go,” Rosco said, setting Rose Duke down in the middle of his desk, keeping the 10-month-old as far enough away from the edges as he could. “Just sit right there while I run and grab the paperwork for your daddies.”

“Rosco, you better not be thinkin’ you’re gonna leave her sittin’ on that desk,” Bo warned, jumping up from where he was sitting in the corner jail cell and joining Luke against the bars. “If you walk away with her sittin’ there-,”

The Hazzard County head sheriff spun to face the cell, pointing to them with a scowl. “Hush! You’re a prisoner! Now you’ve had your phone call, so sit down and just hush!”

“Dadadada,” Rosie babbled, reaching out for her fathers.

“I know, baby,” Luke sighed as he wrapped his fingers around the cell bars. “Your mama’s gonna wring our necks for this.”

“Rose,” Rosco said, bending over so he could straighten the collar of the little yellow dress she was wearing. Daisy had bought it for her a few weeks ago, she could never stop herself from buying cute things for Rosie as much as the boys and Y/N insisted that she had more than enough toys and clothes. “You sit right there. Don’t move.”

“Rosco,” Bo growled.

“I said hush, convict!”

“Calm down,” Luke advised, pressing a hand to his cousin’s shoulder without ever pulling his eyes away from Rosie. “Yellin’ ain’t gonna get us outta here any faster.”

Rosco took a hesitant step away from the desk, watching Rose to see if she’d go anywhere. When she didn’t move, only continuing to babble and giggle to herself, Rosco took the last few steps to the filing cabinet and began leafing through the papers inside.

“Stay right there, baby,” Luke said. Rose looked over and smiled, giving a small wave.

“Here!” Rosco grinned, pulling a file from the cabinet and giggling to himself. “I love it, I love it, I love it.”

Rose kicked her feet, tired and annoyed that no one was paying any attention to her. “Dadadada!” she cried as she banged her heels against Rosco’s desk.

“Oh, hush now,” Rosco said softly, much kinder than he had said to Bo only a moment ago. “There’s no need to cry.”

She reached for his hat, humming to herself as she clenched her fingers repeatedly.

Rosco smiled and pulled the black cowboy hat from his head and set it on the desk in front of Rose. “You like my hat?”

She giggled and kicked her feet again, her small palms beating on the top of the hat. Rosco chuckled and moved to place it on her head. It was far too big and fell down over her face but she pushed it back up, her bright blue eyes, the same color as her daddies’, shining out from underneath.

“Ain’t you just the cutest thing?” Rosco cooed, tickling her stomach. “Just as pretty as your Mama.”

Bo scoffed as he continued to talk to Rosie, drawing laugh after laugh from her. The blonde pushed away from the bars and stalked back to the corner where he had been sitting. “You’ve got no right to keep us here and you know it, Rosco. We ain’t done nothin’ wrong today.”

“Don’t you lie to me, Bo Duke,” Rosco said, the angry look returning to his face as he turned away from Rose. “Don’t act like you boys weren’t haulin’ shine today when you were runnin’ around.”

“Shine?” Luke echoed incredulously. “That’s what you arrested us for? Rosco, Bo and I haven’t run shine in forever. You really think we’d be runnin’ shine? Especially when we got Rosie with us?”

Rosco bristled. He knew the charge was nonsense, the Duke boys were completely innocent. But Boss’ orders were Boss’ orders and Rosco couldn’t help the fact that he loved seeing the Duke boys behind the bars of the jail cells at the station.

“We’ll just have to check your trunk, now won’t we?” he asked. “I know you Dukes always got shine tucked into your trunk.”

Bo groaned. “The only thing we got in the trunk is diapers and groceries. Y/N sent us shoppin’ while she was at work today.”

Rosie let out a loud wail and pushed the hat off her head, her bottom lip pushed out in a pout. She was used to having all the attention of everyone in the room. Y/N blamed Bo and Luke for that, the boys were always showering her with attention and she was getting a little too spoiled.

Boss Hogg poked his head out of his office, frowning around a cigar. “Who’s causin’ all that noise?”

Rosco laughed lightly. “Boss, I got the Duke boys. I got ‘em, I got ‘em.”

“You got ‘em, hmm?” Boss said, pulling his cigar from his mouth as he wandered over to the cell. He grinned when he saw the unhappy looks on Bo and Luke’s faces. “You got ‘em.”

“And!” Rosco added, gesturing excitedly to Rose. “I got Rose too.”

Boss hummed thoughtfully and moved back to stand at Rosco’s desk. He stared at Rose, his eyes locked on hers.

“Baba,” she murmured seriously, hands fisting in the material of her dress.

“She looks like her mama,” Boss mused.

Rosco nodded. “Spittin’ image, ain’t she?”

Luke let out a long sigh and let his forehead thunk against the bars. Y/N was really going to kill them.

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Rosco had to step away to file the paperwork he’d filled out for the Duke boys so he’d set Rose down on the floor by Bo and Luke’s incessant requests, leaving Flash behind to keep an eye on the baby. She sat on the floor by his desk, Flash sound asleep next to her as the young Duke ran her hands over Flash’s ears.

“Rosie,” Bo murmured, crouching down in the cell and reaching out through the bars. “C’mere, sweetheart, over this way.”

“Dada?”

“Yeah,” Bo said. “Come this way. Come get daddy.”

Rosie giggled and started to slowly crawl towards the cell. Flash opened one of her eyes and watched her go reproachfully.

“There ya go, baby,” Luke praised, squatting down beside his cousin.

“Dada,” Rosie giggled. “Dadas.”

Once she got close enough, Bo helped Rose up, assisting her as she pulled herself up on the bars. Luke adjusted her dress, straightening over her shoulders and flattening out the bottom.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Bo mumbled, pressing a kiss to her head. “You shouldn’t have to be here.”

Rosie only smiled, oblivious to what was going on. She reached up to his face, her fingers tugging at his hair. “Dada!”

“You hungry, sweetheart?” Luke asked, running a thumb over her cheek. “Want something to eat?”

Bo thought for a second. “Do we have a bottle for her in the General?”

“No,” he sighed. “They’re at home. I didn’t bring one, figured we’d be home by now.”

“Rose?” Rosco’s voice called as he wandered back towards his desk. “Where you’d get off to? Uncle Boss is lookin’ for ya!”

Bo frowned. “She ain’t his niece Rosco, he sure ain’t her uncle.”

Rosco sent him an annoyed look and scooped up Rose. She complained, whining as Rosco pulled her away from Bo and Luke and set her on his hip.

“Dada,” she cried, squirming in Rosco’s arms. “Dadadada!”

“It’s alright,” Bo tried, stretching as far as he could through the bars to try and grasp her hand. Rosco stepped further away and Bo’s fingers only managed to ghost over Rose’s.

She began to cry then, a loud wail that quickly turned to sobs. Rosco looked caught off-guard by her sudden meltdown. He tried to calm her, murmuring that it was okay, but it only made things worse. Her sobs built to a scream and Bo and Luke shared a look.

“Diaper change?”

“Diaper change.”

Rosco turned, alarmed. “What do you mean diaper change?”

“A diaper change?” Boss echoed. He’d stepped out of his office, apparently really looking for Rosie like Rosco had said.

“Just give us Rose,” Luke said. “And the bag out of the trunk of the General Lee, we’ve got diapers there.”

“Oh, and while you’re in the trunk,” Bo added, smirking at Rosco who was still holding a screaming Rose. “You can check for that moonshine we don’t have.”

“You can’t have her!” Boss argued. “That baby is evidence!”

“That baby is my daughter!”

“Boss,” Rosco said softly as Rose continued to cry. “Maybe we should give them the baby, she’s awfully upset and I bet they can calm her down, daddies can always calm their babies down.”

“No!” Boss insisted. “She’s evidence! Ya cain’t just give the evidence over to the convicts!”

“But, Boss-,”

Rose let out another loud wail and tipped in Rosco’s arms, leaning towards the jail cell. “Dada! Dada!”

“Just hand her over,” Luke offered. “We’ll change the diaper and get her to stop cryin’, just gotta give her to us.”

Boss shook his head, giving a small huff. “Rosco!”

“Yes, Boss?”

“Change her diaper. And make it quick, I’m tired of listenin’ to her cry.”

“But, Boss,” he said, shifting Rose in his arms. “I, uh, I don’t know how to change a diaper.”

Boss looked at him for a minute, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t?”

“No,” Rosco said with a little shake of his head. “Sorry, Boss.”

“Hmmph,” the shorter man said. He looked at the Duke boys before turning back to Rosco.

The bells over the front door to the police station chimed merrily as the door was pushed open, drawing everyone’s attention to the front. Enos stepped inside, a wide smile on his face.

“Howdy, y’all! I’m all done for the day, Boss,” he said. His smile faded as he took in the sight in front of him. “Bo and Luke? What are you two doin’ here? Why’s Rose cryin’?”

“Enos, do you know how to change a diaper?” Rosco asked. Rose kicked and flailed in his arms, letting out another loud screech when Rosco didn’t set her down.

“Change a diaper?” Enos said. “I don’t know, I mean I’ve done it before if that’s what you’re askin’. My cousin’s baby, I had to help her one day.”

“That’s perfect, Enos, that really is,” Rosco said. He set Rosie back down on the desk, which elicited another round of complaints from Bo and Luke when he stepped away and walked over to Enos. “Now I need you to go out to the General Lee and get a bag from the trunk, it’s got diapers in it.”

“What’s goin’ on?” Enos asked.

“Don’t matter!” Rosco said, setting a hand on Enos’ shoulder. “I’m your superior officer and as your superior officer, you gotta do what I tell you! So get out to the General and get the bag from the trunk.

Enos bit his tongue, eyes flitting from Rosie, still crying, to Boss, looking at Rosie uncomfortably, to Bo and Luke, both wearing exasperated expressions. He gave a small nod. “Yes, Sheriff.”

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“Don’t do that!” was the first thing Y/N heard when she pushed through the doors of the Hazzard County Police Department.

Bo and Luke were sitting in the corner jail cell, pressed up against the bars as they barked instructions at Rosco, Boss, and Enos. The three were gathered around the desk by the cell, Rose laying on the desk. She was crying half-heartedly and kicking her legs, much to Boss, Rosco, and Enos’ displeasure.

“You can’t do that!” Luke said.

Bo groaned, rolling his eyes as Rosco knocked a file off the desk. “Just fold it over, it’ll stay that way.”

“Thought you said you knew how to change a diaper,” Boss grumbled, bending to pick up the spilled papers and slam them back on the desk.

Rosie squirmed, arching her back unhappily. She went to scream again but her eyes fell on Y/N standing by the front of the station and she let out a little whimper instead. “MAMA!”

Immediately, everyone’s eyes moved to the front door. Bo and Luke’s faces lit up. The other’s expression fell, eyes going wide.

“Uh-oh,” Boss said softly.

Y/N let out a long sigh before slowly walking up to the desk. “Out of the way.”

Rosco and Enos were quick to move, not eager to try and stay between Y/N and her daughter. Boss tried his best at giving her an innocent smile but she shook her head and he quickly side-stepped.

“Poor baby,” she muttered. “What did they do to you?”

“Mama,” Rosie cried. “Mama.”

Y/N brushed the tears from her cheeks and proceeded to change Rose’s diaper, hands moving quickly to fasten the diaper and tug her dress back down, all while murmuring to her baby.

“There you go,” she cooed, picking up her baby and hugging her tightly. Y/N swayed back and forth with Rose in her arms for a moment before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “It’s alright now.”

“Y/N-,” Boss started.

“Let the boys out.”

Rosco made a small noise. “Y/N, you know we can’t just-,”

“We all know they’re innocent,” she said evenly, shifting Rosie to her hip. “There’s no shine in the trunk so you’ve got nothin’ to keep them in there for. Let them out.”

“Yes ma’am,” Enos said. He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the jail cell, pulling the door back so Bo and Luke could walk out.

Bo grinned and bent to press a kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “Have I mentioned I love you today, darlin?”

“Don’t you darlin’ me,” she warned as Luke moved to stand on her other side. “Of all the days you could’ve been arrested, you waited until I was workin’ and you had Rose?”

“It wasn’t our choice,” Luke pointed out softly. He set his hand on her hip, hoping the affection would make her a little less mad at them. “We told them we didn’t have any shine in the trunk.”

Y/N huffed but knew Luke had a point. “I know, but that doesn’t mean I like my baby, or my boys, being in the jail all day.”

“We know,” Bo said, mimicking his cousin’s movements and pressing his to her other hip, letting his thumb brush back and forth over Rose’s side.

“I don’t want you boys gettin’ arrested for anythin’ else while you have Rose,” she said, looking between them seriously.

“Yes, darlin’,” they said together.

“And I mean it.”

“Yes, darlin’.”

Y/N nodded, satisfied with their response. “Here,” she said, squeezing Rose once more before passing her to Luke. “Hold her for me.”

“Anything you say, darlin’.”

Boss, Rosco, and Enos had been smart, quietly avoiding Y/N’s wrath as she talked to the Dukes. But when she turned back to them, they froze under her angry glare.

“Enos.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You’re not to blame for this, are you?”

“No, ma’am.”

Y/N nodded. “Thought so. You can leave.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

She hummed as he passed by, pausing to tip his hat to the family. “Have a nice evenin’, y’all,” Enos murmured.

“Thanks,” Luke said. Rosie babbled happily in his arms as she toyed with the collar of his button-down.

“I’ll say hi to Daisy for you,” Bo said kindly, giving him a small smile.

Enos smiled back before slipping outside, leaving Y/N with Rosco and Boss.

“Now,” Y/N said pleasantly. “We all know Bo and Luke were innocent today, there’s no shine in the trunk and there hasn’t been for a long time.”

Boss nodded begrudgingly. Rosco nodded as well.

“So you should’ve known better than to arrest them when they had Rosie too,” Y/N went on. “Shouldn’t you have?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You won’t be arresting them again when they’ve got Rosie, will you?”

“No, ma’am.”

Y/N smiled. “Perfect.”

Bo chuckled to himself, smoothing a hand over Rosie’s back before pressing a kiss to her head.

“Mama,” Rosie said. “Dadas.” She turned in Luke’s arm, reaching out for Bo and the blonde was quick to pull her in and set her on his hip.

“Darlin?” Luke asked. “Did you wanna go home? Rosie’s probably hungry, we didn’t bring any bottles for her today. We figured we’d be home by the time she was hungry.”

Y/N turned to look at him. “You’re tellin’ me she hasn’t eaten since this morning?”

Bo and Luke gave her a sheepish look.

With a tired sigh, Y/N plucked Rosie from the boys and headed for the door. She’d done everything she came for, it was time to go home and feed the baby.

“See you at home,” Y/N said as she pushed out the door.

“So,” Luke said casually. “Are you gonna make dinner?”

Bo gave a small shrug. “Figured I’d give Rosie a bath, let you fix dinner.”

“That’ll work. Y/N’ll love it.”

Bo nodded. “Alright then. Let’s go home.”

#dukes of hazzard #dukes of hazzard x reader #luke duke #luke duke x reader #bo duke #bo duke x reader #bo duke x reader x luke duke #luke duke x reader x bo duke #lee writes

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allexthakatt · 1 year ago

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Here's the updated Masterlist!!!!

If you'd like to see who I write for, and what I'll write, please look at this post!

Dance of Death ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Do I Wanna Know? ❤️‍🔥

That This Feeling Flows Both Ways ❤️‍🩹 pt 2 to Do I Wanna Know

Panty Raid 🥵

Not Like The Others ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Save Your Tears ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Thunderstorms Are Scary, But You Make It Better 🥵❤️‍🩹

Mixed Signals ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Liars Get Punished 🥵❤️‍🔥

Never Gonna Leave You ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Lend a Shoulder ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

THERE WILL BE MORE CHARACTERS COMING SOOONNN

#eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #bo burnham x reader #spencer reid x reader #derek morgan x reader #aaron hotch x reader #luke alvez x reader #king thranduil x reader #fili x reader #kili x reader #bofur x reader #thorin x reader #legolas greenleaf x reader #eomer x reader #beorn x reader #dan avidan x reader #masterlist

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bo-go-vroom · 1 month ago

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To that one singular person in my ask box asking for the Luke x reader x Bo with the big jump, don't worry. I see it, I'm just tryna figure out how to put it all together, cuz the ask was very detailed and I'm just looking for some creative room. But I see it, and I'm working on it, I'm NOT ignoring you!

Also thank you loads for being the first ever request <3

#bo duke #dukes of hazzard #bo duke x fem reader #bo duke x reader #luke duke #john schneider #luke duke x fem reader #luke duke x reader

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nimbusnight · 1 year ago

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Hello Star Wars gremlins!

I am writing for my Codywan fic again and am kind of struggling with getting back into the swing of it. (Also read The Lovely Crash by nimbusnight on AO3 for some of my work.)

Wouldst thou be so kind as to send me some one shot/Drabble requests so I can limber up? I will write for pretty much any SW character x character pairing (not obikin, never obikin.) or character x reader!

Personal faves/pairs I'm most confident in my writing for are :

Din Djarin

Obi-Wan

Commander Fox/Riyo Chuchi

Codywan

Qui-Gon

Quinlan Vos, naturally

Basically all clone troopers/commanders (I'm a wh*re), but my strongest characterisations are Echo, Cody, Rex, Fox, Thorn, and Fives.

Boba Fett

Ahsoka Tano (!!!) (I love her)

I'm also like....very proficient at writing smut but I have very strong residual Catholic shame from my childhood and would love to get some saucy requests to raise a middle finger to purity culture!!

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umeumeumee · 1 year ago

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✰ # RULES & GUIDELINES

hello! welcome

request status: Open !

requests are open, i write headcannons, fics, and drabbles!

my favorite genre to write is fluff, i love writing about romance sm

BASICS ..

before i get started, i’d like to say that all characters i write for in my fics are (including if platonic) 16+ even if pg and 18+ if it involves a little more than pg stuff (i don’t write smut) if it is canon that the characters are under 16 then in my fics it will automatically be aged up even if it’s pg!

I don't get to answering requests as often as I used to, so if i don't answer your request for a couple months don't worry, i will most likely get to it! If i don't ever answer your request, it probably accidentally got deleted so feel free to request it again!

things like Abuse, manipulation, and mentions of gore will absolutely not be found on my blog. They are tiggers for some people so it is an avoidance!

i’m not super selective with my requests, but I will only do the ones that i find i have motivation for- because i want to give you guys good fics!!

please do not copy, translate, transfer, or claim any of my work! If you would like to, please ask me. If i say yes, please give me credit.

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Things I WILL Write

ONLY Fem! reader

Fem! Character

male! character

Troupes; bffs to lovers, enemies to lovers, etc.

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/comfort

Things I WONT write

human! reader (referring to AVATAR & A:TWOW, but otherwise it’s fine)

Incest

r/pe

p3dophilia

male! reader

poly relationships

he/him pronouns for reader

pregnancy

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please do not copy, translate, transfer, or claim any of my work! ty

#ahsoka #ahsoka tano #ahsoka tano x fem! reader #ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka x reader #the clone wars #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #star wars rebels #bo katan kryze #the mandalorian #din djarin #leia organa #obi wan kenobi

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ravenwolfyre · 2 years ago

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No, don't waste your time with mandalorian season 3. It's not worth it.

Congrats on being my first anon and thank you!🎉🎊🎂

I haven’t heard much about this season it’s starting to make me wonder why?

Is it because of slow pacing? Too much politics? I’m curious to know what you think. 🤔

#anon #thoughts #star wars #the mandolorian #din dijarin #grogu #luke skywalker #Ashoka #bo katan #boba fett #din dijarin x reader #the mandolorian x reader

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celesterayel · 11 months ago

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the it couple | luke castellan

request: I’m not really sure what qualifies as a request but could you write a Luke x reader where they are like the camp it couple? 🫶🫶

summary: common knowledge is how irrevocably in love luke castellan is with you.

"you know i adore you, i'm crazier for you than i was at sixteen lost in a film scene" - t.s.

w.c. : 702

warning(s) : none

pairing : luke castellan x reader

the campers of camp half blood don't quite remember how or when it had happened. It just always was: you and Luke Castellan, that is. where you went, he followed. the shadow to your guide and you the balm to his sorrow. annabeth used to whisper to the younger children–the ones who had been taken to camp far too young and therefore had little knowledge of love–that you and Luke Castellan were soulmates: seamlessly bound to one another.

you yourself had never believed in fate despite the fact that you had met them–old bitter hags. you preferred to believe that life was not set in stone, unbreaking and withered to a timeline. it perhaps led to your brash attitude and ‘ride or die’ mentality but your mannerisms only made luke castellan fall in love with you all the more. some things were just beyond the gods' control. you and luke were one of those things.

you had first arrived at camp a decade ago, where you were then claimed by hades. of course news of you spread like wildfire: you were gorgeous, your talent with your bo staff was unmatched, and your father was one of the three–strong power ran through your blood and you showed it everyday during training. but that wasn’t exactly what caught the attention of everyone, rather the fact that the popular gaze of a certain brown-eyed boy always strayed to you. when you laughed, he smiled. where you went, he strayed. you were magnet and he was never far away.

you both tipped toed around one another, constantly drifting toward the other. playful banter slipped between you two and those around you wondered when you would finally just get together. the first time you guys finally breached the delicate line between more than ‘obviously pining friends’ was after an exciting rivalry game.

despite the strategic planning of annabeth–who clearly eyed the tension between the two of you–and the excellent swordsmanship, house ares had won the game because of you. You had been the one to distract luke castellan after clarisse had forced you to use your charms. it was fun to see the cute blush adorn his cheeks when you approached the head of the Hermes House.

“so, does this mean you agree to go out with me?” he breathed out, hands twirling his sword as he was once again bested by you in capturing the flag.

you laughed out, “i was just waiting for you to ask, castellan.”

no sooner after you had begun dating did the infamy of you two reach an all high around camp. how could it not?

you two were the all anyone could talk about–the best of the best.

luke castellan was already the best swordsman at camp; a prodigy in the making. his brown curls and dimples only made him more popular among the girls and young teens. he was one of the highest placed leaders around camp; one of the few that clarisse actually respected and the one that annabeth regarded most.

you were a gem in the rough: bold and brash at times, but calculating and quick-witted. you were the one to turn to when those around camp felt alone, always ready to take care of others and offer words of wisdom. you were a living definition of rules being broken and your power only highlighted the height of your placement around camp.

when you two walked by, the eyes of the others strayed. newcomers learned of your names before they learned what exactly camp half blood was.

when you threw your head back and laughed, people watched as Luke curled his lips in pride at being the one behind your laughter. when he sat round the fire and sang songs with the campers, you sat right beside him; head laying on his shoulder and hoping the moment would never end. he willingly allowed himself to lose camp games if only by your hand, time and time again.

yes, you were the it couple of camp half blood but none of that mattered, when he was the one for you.

#luke castellan x reader #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #Luke x reader #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #luke castellan #the lightning thief #can you tell im obsessed with him?#charles bushnell

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wild-lavender-rose · 9 months ago

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i wish you would write a fic where the duke boys are flirting with reader and reader’s like- a childhood friend of the boys or something and they’re both trying to win reader’s affections, absolutely blind to the fact that reader’s already head over heels for both of them

Your wish has been granted, anon :) enjoy (isn't this gif so great?? I found it and immediately fell in love)

Bo and Luke trying to win their best friend over would include...

Warning: Mention of cannon-typical bar fight, mention of minor injuries

No one really thought much of Bo and Luke both flirting with you. After your parents died the three of you had grown up together. The boys had been flirting with you pretty much from day one, so it was nothing new.

But lately something had changed.

It was the way Bo touched your hips to move you aside in the kitchen.

And the way Luke smiled at you as you explained your next probably bad but highly entertaining idea.

The boys were in love with you, and had most likely been in love from the day you arrived at Uncle Jesse's, just a bunch of scared little kids.

It was clearly a joint effort, this newfound mission of wooing over you, their best friend. Clearly, it was either both of them or neither of them.

Little did they know, you had been in love with them from the beginning as well.

But you didn't mind waiting to see how far the boys would go to try to woo you over.

Boy, did they put in the effort. Suddenly you were finding flowers on your pillow, chocolates in your car, beautiful new clothes in your closet (Daisy swore she didn't help the boys pick them out but you suspected otherwise).

They even let you drive the General Lee.

It wasn't until one fateful night at The Boar's Nest that you told the boys you wanted to be theirs.

Alice and Mary Jane, a couple of old flames from high school, sauntered over to Bo and Luke, giggling and asking for a dance.

Thinking that you would never love them back, Bo and Luke said yes.

You were absolutely livid. You looked over at Daisy who shot you an "I told you so" look.

You stomped over and stood between the girls and your boys.

"Sorry girls, they're taken."

The girls laughed in surprise. "Awe, are you jealous sweetheart?" Alice cooed.

"M'not jealous," you gave them both an even look. "Just claimin' what's mine. Bo and Luke are mine now, have been since we were kids. The only person they're leaving with tonight is me."

It goes without saying that everyone was shocked, but no one was more shocked than Bo and Luke.

Mary Jane and Alice didn't take your declaration well. You couldn't remember who threw the first punch, but the next thing you knew you were taking on the two girls in a fist fight while everyone cheered you on.

The girls couldn't throw a good punch to save their souls, but they managed to get some deep scratches on your arms and face before Daisy and the boys tore you apart.

Later, after they had sat you on the General's hood outside and started cleaning you up, the boys were a mess of laughter, questions, confusion, and ultimately happiness.

"You really love us, huh? Both of us?" Bo pressed a bandaid over the cut on your eyebrow, looking down at you with bright, hopeful eyes.

"Yeah I do. I really do," you looked between him and Luke wrapping a bandage around your arm. "I love both of you. Always have."

"We love you too." Luke grinned.

The two of them peppered your face with kisses before taking turns kissing your smiling lips.

And that was the beginning of your forever.

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ma1dita · 10 months ago

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trouble always finds me

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 1.7k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where he could tell you were trouble from the day he met you. Luke’s perspective on trouble & how they first met! think trouble’s origin story (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

warnings: none, fluff? Mr. D being a clueless dad lol also guys they’re 14 here

a/n: welcome back to the trouble!verse hehe i was inspired by Mr. D being a bit of a jerk to Percy so that the kid doesn’t off himself. Similar concept but with Luke after he first gets to camp— another version for why trouble!reader calls him angelface coming soon

(posted 1/19/24, erm unedited and not beta’d so forgive me in advance)

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You were always trouble, Luke knew that from the day he met you.

Walking into Camp Half-Blood, worn out and weary after days of trying to not become harpy food, his arm was slung protectively over Annabeth’s shoulder as they were led onto the campgrounds. So many pity-filled eyes were focused on them after hearing what happened to Thalia, but the camp seemed promising, filled with other demigods who can resonate with what they’ve experienced. Luke thought it was too good to be true, but anything’s better in comparison to the streets they came from. You, however, looked at them in interest from afar, a playful expression on a pretty face watching their every move like him and Annie were shiny new toys to play with.

He was so sure something was off with you.

Had to be, from the deranged glimmer in your eye that would appear when something bad would happen at Camp. He’d seen it in action a couple of times before you set your sights on him— setting off fireworks during capture the flag, replacing salt with sugar in the kitchens, cutting Mr. D’s hair in his sleep; all of this causing campers and staff alike to run amok and figure out who to penalize. Each time he’d find you enjoying how it all played out, excitement brimming on the cusp of revealing yourself as the culprit as he watched you bite your tongue. But as a mischievous kid himself, he wondered why you hid it. You preferred to orchestrate the show, to make a spectacle for your personal entertainment, and with a smile too soft to be considered guilty, you were a convincing actress.

The other campers in 11 told him you’d been unclaimed for half a year now, keeping to yourself and making a safe haven within the busy cabin. You were a klutz to say the least, bringing chaos to Camp Half-Blood with a cool disposition, and you hardly seemed interested the one time Luke tried to say hi as he took the bunk next to yours.

So why the hell wouldn’t you lay off of him?

At first it was small, shoulder bumps and raised eyebrows whenever he piped up in a conversation. That, he could deal with. Luke’s a tough guy, having gone through more than a typical 14-year old would.

But then it just got annoying.

Glitter in his shampoo, his laundry load dyed purple, and shoelaces knotted together to make him stumble— things meant to be more of an inconvenience rather than an actual problem. Luke wasn’t sure what to make of it, or what to tell you. No one wants to be the new kid creating trouble, but you didn’t seem to have a problem with that.

Maybe you were a Hermes kid like him, but of that, Luke wasn’t so easily convinced—months of living in 11 would mean you’d learn all of the tricks of the trade, so it couldn’t automatically mean that you were related (a part of him also hoped you weren’t be half-siblings, or else the fact he couldn’t stop thinking of you would be slightly awkward). Perhaps a child of Apollo? When you weren’t being difficult, he’s seen you sprinkled in sunlight, usually humming a tune under your breath. Yesterday it was a song from the Sound of Music, and though he only remembers bits of a memory from a movie night with his mom years ago, he put his combat gear on slower just to hear you finish the song.

Whatever you were, it was bound to be troublesome.

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At this point in life, Luke hasn’t had many comforts while on the run. To him there’s no such thing as action without reason, without meaning. Five years of running and not looking back makes this son of Hermes realize that he hasn’t had a chance to take a breath until he got here. It’s hard to let down your guard when you’re always supposed to be keeping watch.

He wriggles under his covers trying to relax himself before bed, purple socks sticking out of the scrappy hand-me-down blanket, and he hears a small giggle from the bed next to his. Luke shifts his weight onto his side, eyes darting to your direction in the quiet of the dark cabin.

“Nice socks.”

He blinks. Were you talking to him? His toes wiggle playfully, prompting more of your melodious laughter as he chews at his lip before he responds.

“Guess I’m getting used to them.”

“You’re getting used to a lot of things around here. That’s good,” you whisper, and thinks he can see you concocting something sinister in that brain of yours—he’s on the edge of the mattress hanging onto your every word as he realizes this is the most you’ve spoken to him.

“You did this. Why?” he says, more of a statement than a question. Why would you go out of your way for someone like him?

“Are you mad about it? Luke, right?” you mutter, a calm expression on your face shrouded in moonlight, and for a second he wonders if you actually don’t know his name until he notices the upwards quirk of your lip.

Luke catches himself then, and the realization hits him like a blow to the chest— he’s not angry at all. If anything, he hasn’t had the time to feel anything negative with the antics you’ve been pulling. You’ve proven to be quite the distraction to his circumstances, and he can’t remember the last time he’s thought about Thalia or his mom since he got here. The melancholy falls on his countenance like a better-fitting blanket than the one he has on, and your words pull him from his thoughts before they can suffocate him again.

“Sorry about your sister. I lost someone right before I got here too. My mom.”

This, he can tell, is not acting. Your eyes flicker to a polaroid strapped in the space underneath the top bunk above your head, two blurry figures huddled together in a memory.

“I’m sorry.” He’s not sure what to say. In the silence that follows, he swallows audibly. Everyone’s been worried about Annabeth, including himself that he hadn’t even thought of his own emotions being on display for everyone to see. Luke never thought you of all people would notice.

You shrug, “S’not your fault. I know when people are acting though. If you know I’m the one who’s been starting shit, why haven’t you told anyone?”

Luke almost laughs at that, a rough exhale leaving his lungs as he watches your hands clutch your quilt.

“It’s pretty entertaining, I guess. You’re annoying, but I don’t mind it. Kept my mind off of things.”

He watches you smile in the shadows now, and it shines—all lips, teeth, and sheer mirth that makes his chest feel a little lighter. A real smile from you, one that doesn’t hide your true intentions.

“I’m glad. Mine too.”

The next thing you do confuses him further, but from what he’s gathered you’re always full of surprises. You chuck your quilt across the space between your bunks, and the end of it smacks him in the face as he grunts.

“Here. Keep it,” you chuckle a bit loudly, the both of you hearing a Shhhhh… from somewhere in the dark cabin.

“What… Why? Are we friends now?” Luke mumbles jokingly, inhaling the soft scent of berries and fresh linen. His purple laundry load smelled like this too.

“No.”

“Then why are you giving me your stuff?” he says, but still curls up underneath the handmade quilt stitched from memories of a past life, of motherly love and gentle hands. He doesn’t have anything like this, so he settles into this feeling of comfort instead, even if it wasn’t his memory to hold. You go quiet at the sight of him, eyes fluttering and chin tucked into the pink and purple fabric, and he looks as soft as a normal 14 year old boy should.

“It’s getting boring in here. Gonna have to change it up soon, I think,” you mumble, turning away and shutting your eyes before he can say anything else.

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The next day, you get caught putting a month’s supply of bubble bath into the lake, but Luke’s convinced you did it on purpose. All of camp is standing on the shore, watching you wave at them from a river tube as Chiron and Mr. D yell at you in exasperation—finally revealing yourself as the troublemaker they’ve been searching for.

“Get on the beach this instant, young lady! You have no idea how much trouble you’ve put us through!” Mr. D’s voice echoes across the lake, his immortal form almost filtering through his frustration before you laugh in his face, unthreatened by the Olympian.

“Good thing I get it from you. Hello, dad!”

Jaws drop as everyone turns to look at Mr. D, the realization hitting his face as he points at you, his brain moving a mile a minute. Though you resemble your mother, your actions are all him. You revel in the grand reaction, looking up to see a purple thyrsus surrounded by grape leaves float over your head.

“Nice outfit, kid. I don’t think purple is your color. She do that to you too?” Mr. D notes Luke’s wine colored cargos and socks clashing against the harsh orange of his shirt as he pushes past him, scratching his head at the idea of another kid. Poor guy said two was the limit in a lifetime and he gets a grinning teenage girl who dares him to do something about it. He hasn’t raised a lot of girls….

“I don’t know. I guess trouble always seems to find me,” Luke laughs lightly, watching kids of all ages jump into the bubbly lake water happily. The glowing ember of his eyes are relaxed for the first time in a while— an inviting flame catching your own as you stare at him from across the sudsy water. Trouble, he thinks, a smile settling onto his face—how fitting.

He’s spent a lot of time running. But perhaps this time, he’s finding reasons to want to stay.

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"After all, we are nothing more or less than what we choose to reveal." - Sylvia Plath

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country-lee215 · 1 year ago

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Ain’t Goin Nowhere

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“How’s our favorite bartender doin’ today?” Luke grinned, leaning against the bartop at the Boar’s Nest.

Y/N gave a small shrug and continued to stack the empty glasses. “I’m alright.”

Smiling, Bo stretched to press a kiss to her cheek. When he pulled away, however, his smile was gone. “Are you feelin’ alright, baby? You’re awfully warm.”

“I’m okay,” she protested as Luke tried to press the back of his hand against her forehead.

“Bo’s right, you’re pretty hot, darlin’,” Luke said, concern evident on his face. “I don’t think you should be workin’ today.”

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “Boys, I’m fine.”

There was a loud crash from behind them, the sound of one of the drunker customers tripping over a chair and falling, toppling a table as he did so and smashing a few beers on the ground.

One of Y/N’s hands flew to her temple, eyes squeezing shut as she winced. Bo’s shoulders slumped in concern, the sad expression he wore a rarity to see on his face.

“Take her out to the car,” Luke said, turning to Bo. “I’ll tell Boss she’s sick.”

“Bo,” Y/N started.

Bo didn’t listen. He walked behind the bar and scooped her up, situating her in his arms before starting to take her back out front. Luke tossed her a soft smile as she passed. Y/N didn’t smile back, keeping up a steady stream of complaints as Bo carried her out, but Luke noticed how she looped her arms around his neck and relaxed against his chest.

Luke jogged over to the back room, knocking lightly before opening the door. “Hey, Boss?”

“What?” Boss snapped, not looking away from his calculator. He continued to punch numbers into the machine, watching as they typed out across the paper.

“Y/N’s not feelin’ too great,” Luke said, nodding back to the bar. “Bo and I are gonna take her home, we just thought we should let you know.”

Boss Hogg turned to look at him, concern quite obvious on his face. “Y/N’s sick?”

Luke nodded. “Yessir, she’s got a fever. A headache too from the looks of it. Bo’s carryin’ her out to the General Lee right now.”

J.D. bit his lip, glancing back at his calculator for a moment. “Alright. You take her home and make sure she gets some rest. She’s one of my best bartenders.”

“Will do,” Luke said, giving the man a small smile. “Thanks, Boss.”

He gave a sharp nod and went back to punching numbers in. “Now get out of here.”

Luke chuckled and pulled the door closed behind him as he left.

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“Lost Sheep to Shepherd, Lost Sheep to Shepherd, come in Shepherd,” Luke said into the CB radio, glancing over at Bo and Y/N in the passenger seat as he took the backroads to the Duke farm.

“This is Shepherd.”

“Shepherd, we picked up Lamb from the Boar’s Nest,” Luke explained. “She’s got a high fever and a headache. Honestly, she’s not looking too good.”

“I’m fine,” Y/N grumbled, picking her head up from where it was laying against Bo’s chest.

Bo used his chin to gently nudge her head back down. “We know baby, we know.”

“You better bring her over then, I’ll start a pot of soup. We’ll get some liquids in her and she’ll be good as new.”

“Read ya loud and clear Shepherd,” Luke said. “We’ll be home in about five minutes.”

“10-4, Luke. See y’all when ya get here.”

As Luke stretched to hang the radio back up, Y/N sat bolt upright in Bo’s lap.

“Pull over.”

“Are you-,”

“Luke, pull over.”

Luke did so, and before he could even throw the General Lee in park, Y/N was scrambling out the window. Bo tried his best to help her out without getting kicked. Y/N managed to get her feet under her and took a few steps into the grass before falling to her knees and retching.

Luke was sliding out of the window a second later, jogging to Y/N and kneeling at her side. He talked softly as she continued to puke in the grass, hand rubbing over her back as her chest heaved.

Bo let out a groan, running a hand over his face before reaching for the CB radio. “Shepherd? If you’ve still got your ears on, me and Luke are gonna be a little late. Y/N’s throwing up on the side of the road.”

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“Easy does it,” Luke said, gently lowering Y/N into his bed. “Easy does it.”

Bo stood in the doorway, watching over the two with a nervous expression. “You want me to get the soup from Daisy?”

“No,” Luke said. He brushed some of Y/N’s hair out of her face. “I’ve got it. Help her with the blankets and stuff alright? Get her comfortable.”

“Yeah, alright.” Bo crossed the room and started to pull the blankets up and over Y/N as Luke slipped out into the hallway.

She let out a tired groan and lightly kicked out, hindering his progress.

“It’s alright,” Bo murmured. “Calm down, honey. Just tryin’ to help.”

“Bo,” she whined, reaching out for him.

The blond gave her a warm smile and took her hand in his, scattering kisses across her knuckles. “You’ve got a fever, Luke and I are tryin’ to get it to break, so we can get you back to normal.”

“Soup’s on,” Luke said, walking into the room with a tray balanced in his hands. There was a steaming bowl of soup in the middle with a small plate of crackers on the side. Uncle Jesse followed behind him, Daisy hovering in the doorway.

“How’re ya feelin’ Y/N?” Jesse asked as Bo helped Y/N sit up. Luke sat down on the edge of the bed, situating the tray on his thigh.

“Terrific,” Y/N muttered, eyes closing as stars erupted in her head at the sudden movement.

“Thought so,” the old man said with a smile. “I’ll get you a cold cloth, we’ll get that fever down.”

“Did you want any clothes to change into?” Daisy offered. “Work clothes aren’t too comfortable, I know. I can give you some of mine if you’d like, but I’m sure the boys are more than willin’ to give you theirs.”

Y/N nodded and sent her a weak smile, leaning more heavily into Bo’s side as he sat down on her other side. “Thanks, Daisy. I’m okay.”

“I’ll let you get some rest then,” she said, giving them one last smile before walking back down the hallway.

“Soup or crackers?” Luke asked.

“I don’t want anything,” Y/N complained. “I’m not hungry.”

“We know,” Bo said, smoothing his hand over Y/N’s hair. “But ya gotta eat something.”

Luke lifted the bowl of soup and his spoon, a small smile on his lips. “Just a few spoonfuls?”

Y/N let out a slow sigh but nodded.

“Atta girl,” Luke praised.

The boys managed to get her to eat a few spoonfuls of the warm soup, murmuring praise and encouragement as she swallowed each mouthful. Bo pressed periodic kisses to her temple, arm looped gently around her waist. As Luke offered her another spoonful, Y/N shook her head, the queasy look returning to her face.

“Easy, easy,” Luke said, quickly pushing the tray off his lap and onto the bed before stretching to grab the trash can from his bedside. He placed it in front of Y/N a second before she puked again.

“Let it out,” Bo said softly. He pulled her hair back and out of the way, trying his best to keep her as clean as possible. “Just let it out, baby, you’re alright.”

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Bo and Luke stood outside the closed bedroom, talking quietly as Y/N changed clothes inside. They’d cleaned up the vomit and pushed the half-eaten soup and crackers off to the side, promising her that they wouldn’t make her anything else for the time being. They all knew she’d have to try to eat again later, but none of them were in any rush.

Luke offered up one of his soft button-down flannels for her to change into, something she took gratefully. To give her some privacy, they stepped outside.

“I don’t like seeing her like this,” Bo muttered, letting out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Neither do I,” Luke said. “But we’re doing all we can to help her.”

“I know.”

The door opened and both of them turned, attention falling back to Y/N instantly. She had donned Luke’s shirt, the hem falling past her work shorts.

“Hey,” Luke murmured, pulling her into a tight hug. “How’re ya feelin’?”

“Tired,” she said, voice muffled as she pushed her face further into Luke’s chest.

Bo pressed his hand to her back, stepping forward so she was gently sandwiched between the two boys. “Ya wanna take a nap? Get some rest?”

She nodded.

Luke shifted, moving so he could press his cheek to her forehead. She was still warm, warmer than she should’ve been. Hopefully, the nap would finally get her fever to break, and then they’d be able to get some food in her.

“Let’s get ya to bed, darlin,” he murmured, pulling back. Bo leaned over to drop a kiss to her forehead and Luke walked back into the bedroom, Y/N shuffling along behind him with Bo at her side.

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Bo let out a soft sigh, fingers running up and down Y/N’s arm draped across his chest. He couldn’t move much, that was the price to pay for cramming three people into Luke’s bed, but there wasn’t anywhere Bo would rather be.

He was lying on his back, Y/N resting half on top of him with her face buried in his shoulder. Luke had tucked himself behind her, a protective arm across her waist. They were both asleep, breathing evenly as Luke’s fingers subconsciously drew patterns into her hip.

“You boys are gonna get sick,” Uncle Jesse said from the doorway.

Bo lifted his head to look at his uncle, trying not to upset Y/N. It hadn’t taken her long to fall asleep once they were all situated in the bed, but she kept waking up every so often, murmuring incomprehensibly. Bo blamed it on fever-induced dreams.

“We know.”

Jesse smiled. “Guess it’s a little too late to try and keep you two away from her, hmm?”

Chuckling, Bo let his head fall back against the pillows. Y/N let out a small noise and cuddled closer to his side, stretching to push her face into the crook of his neck. Luke slid closer, pressing up along her back.

“Go to sleep, Bo,” the old man said. “Nothing’ll happen to her, she’s got the two of you right there with her. Get some rest.”

Bo smiled to himself. Uncle Jesse always seemed to know what he was thinking. “Yessir,” he said.

Uncle Jesse gave the trio one last fond look before he turned the lights off and pulled the door closed, heading back down the hallway. Bo could faintly hear him talking to Daisy about the three of them.

“Bo,” Y/N whispered.

“Right here,” he replied in a soft tone, fingers pausing on her arm and holding tight to her wrist. He prepared himself to find the trash can again if she needed it or to get out of the bed and walk to the kitchen to get her something else to eat or drink.

“Stay.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before tugging her closer. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere, baby.”

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jungle-angel · 9 months ago

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Mating Season (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: It's the one time of year that the football coaches and college admin fear the most, but for you and Rhett, it's your favorite time of the year

Warnings: SMUT 18+ warnings apply

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @rhettabbotts @desert-fern @callmemana @sebsxphia

"Wait, wait," you laughed, interrupting Rhett's story as you walked back to the Delta Tau house. "So you just did that right in the middle of the library?"

"Darlin I have never heard Bo rip a fart that loud or that hard," Rhett laughed. "I swear to God it shook the window panes."

You and Rhett laughed all the way back to the house, waving to some of the guys in the nerd frat who had come out on their front porch to catch some air. God it was freezing, the point in the year where winter and spring were still straddling each other followed by the chaos of spring midterms and something the Delta Taus refered to as "mating season" when all manner of fuckery ensued in the house......literally.

You followed Rhett into the house, still in your heels and your pretty red dress with the spaghetti straps that Rhett loved to fiddle around with. The house was unusually empty, completely void of its occupants who were either out on a hot date or screwing in the backs of their trucks.

"Looks like it's just us darlin," Rhett chuckled as he drew you in for a kiss.

You hummed happily as he pressed his lips to yours, his cold cheeks grazing against your own. You shuddered a little from how cold it had been outside, despite Rhett having given you his Carhartt jacket.

"You freezin?" he asked.

You nodded.

"C'mon upstairs, I'll getcha warm."

You hurried upstairs as he stuck the rose he had given you in the thin blue vase with some water and the plant food, setting it carefully in the kitchen window before heading upstairs to his room where you were waiting.

"Here's your jacket," you said.

"Thanks sweet pea," he answered, hanging it up in the shitty closet. "C'mere."

He drew you in close to him, leaving soft little pecks on your lips which you eagerly returned. You had to steady yourself a little, bunching his blue button-down shirt in your fingers as the kissing deepened.

You could feel him backing you up, never once breaking that kiss even as you fell backwards onto the bed. The kissing soon became more sloppy, open mouthed and hot as he moved his way down your jaw to the soft spots on your neck, nipping at the soft swells of your breasts that poked through the burgundy colored dress you had worn that evening.

"Oh look at you (y/n)," Rhett purred. "Ya'll wore devil red just for me."

You shuddered and moaned as he dragged his tongue along your bare thighs. "Wanna peel this fuckin dress off you," he groaned. "See what that pretty pussy looks like underneath."

You let out something akin to a moan and a laugh. "You've seen it before," you teased.

"Yeah but not like this," Rhett chuckled.

You mewled his name over and over again as he stuck his head between your legs, taking your black lace panties in his teeth and pulling for dear life until they were down to your ankles. One kick of your foot and they were flung halfway across the room, hitting the Luke Combs poster on the wall near the bathroom door.

"Oh God," you moaned. "Rhett......keep going......keep going please...."

You felt his tongue slipping in and out, drawing soft little circles around your clit, his nose nuzzling against your walls. The noises you were making were obscene, something that would've had the college president roiling and squirming if they had heard.

It was all a blur, your dress coming off along with Rhett's clothes, the unwrapping of a condom, skin slapping against skin, the bed clattering against the wall. Neither of you would have heard the door shutting or anybody else coming into the house for that matter.

"Give it.....give it to me daddy.....I want it.....want it so bad...."

"Yeah? Yeah you want it?" Rhett grunted, thrusting in and out of you. "Gotta take it! Gotta take it like the good girl you are......"

You both came together, him guttering out into you and you releasing right onto his cock. His head dropped against your shoulder along with most of his weight, the two of you panting like crazy.

"You're fuckin amazing darlin," he chuckled.

You kissed his sweaty forehead and smoothed back his hair before he pulled out of you, peeling off the condom and pitching it in the garbage can next to his desk. Rhett got up to run the shower, the two of you joining each other, feeling and exploring each other's bodies before crawling back into bed, the two of you naked and reveling in the skin-to-skin time.

"Think any of them idjits will be home before sunup?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Not likely," you chuckled.

And until then, you lay with each other in his bed, warm and toasty under the covers. There was no doubt in either of your minds that this had been the best Valentines Day ever.

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bo-go-vroom · 2 months ago

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Does anybody have any requests for the type of stuff they want me to write/post?

If so, send in an ask!

Also accepting submitted posts

I write:

Bo/John x Reader

Luke/Tom x Reader

fluff

angst

romantic

platonic

suggestive

Will not write: smut

Coy x reader

Vance x reader

2005! Bo or Luke

minor!reader

rape, SH, SA, etc

male reader (I'm female, will be working on this)

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aliorsboxostuff · 2 years ago

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So how about sub din who is just started to date Dom reader and hasn't taken his helmet off yet. So things are getting steamy with them both and is din sitting on readers lap grinding on him and reader asks if he wants to take a step further and din nods yes. And reader makes sure that din is comfortable and says to leave the helmet on for din and doesn't want to rush him. And leads to din first time with reader and is riding him in the control room in the razor crest. I hope you are doing good and really glad that you are taking mandalorian requests.-🐸

A/N Oh 🐸, you with your amazing ideas, and always so descriptive! Though I gotta change the 'Started dating reader' part because the Din in my heart is a socially awkward mf that needs at LEAST 6 months of relationship development before holding hands. I also hope you are doing well! Yall gotta bear with me here this is gonna be my FIRST take on a star wars fic, let alone a Mandalorian fic, so if I do make any mistakes while writing some Mando'a words here, feel free to DM me or reply so I can fix where I wrote it wrong! As always, apologies for some mistakes, english is my 2nd language, and enjoy dear Readers! <3

Ner Din'ika

Tags: Din Djarin x m!Reader, Grogu, Luke Skywalker, he's there as Grogus's teacher tho lmao, Mando'a words (Translation at the end), Bottom!Din, soft!Din, Keldabe kiss, First Kiss, Riding, Pet names, touch-starved!Din, fluff, fluff and smut, aftercare.

Din's first time with you is—as expected—filled with yearning and want and scalding touches and a kiss?

[Takes place around the time frame of Grogus training in Book of Boba Fett, but i refuse to let The Razor Crest explode so here we are]

You stand at the mouth of The Razor Crest, watching as Din supervised Grogu’s latest training with Luke. The kid has flown a total of five little pebbles and an even more impressive number of bigger boulders, seven now counting. Din, worry and protectiveness practically oozing from his armor, stands off to the side, just near the tree lines, eyes watchful of his foundling as Luke, yet again, lets the little boy fly over his head. You’d deem it dangerous, stars, maybe irresponsible. But what do you know about Jedi training?

Instead, your eyes follow the line of Din's stature. His arms are crossed, leaning against some of the bamboos. Clearly trying to resemble a sort of relaxed stance, but you can see the tension, feel it even. Comes with being a Mandalorian’s boyfriend, you chuckle. Those broad shoulders lean back, Beskar reflecting the shining light of the growing evening, slowly he turns his head to glance at you sitting on the Crest’s mouth. You meet his visor, grinning, before he curtly turns back to where he was watching his kid. Your smile widens.

You met him through Cara Dune. She’s a good friend of yours, the one who pulled you out of your boring everyday life on Sorgan, used to fish the little morsels from your villages ponds, to hanging around her and earned her respect. Until that Beskar donned man and his little green kid came. Thought he wanted to take in Cara and you were ready to step in his way, but after they dueled, they came to a truce and started their alliance. He helped the villagers fight off the raiders that once terrorized the place, and once that's done he opted to leave, not before you hitched a ride to Nevarro with Cara.

It had to be admitted, the kid did catch your heart and held on to it, so you offered to help him and Grogu find his kind. Cycles after your initial meeting, you’ve grown close with both Din and Grogu, curious at the man’s past and equally drawn to him. Then that imperial bastard, Moff Gideon, had to up and steal the kid. So you, Cara, Bo-Katan and Hell, Boba Fett himself, joined forces to save him.

The universe truly is bountiful to its protector, because you didn't take into account that saving The Mandalorians kid would give you the honor of learning his name and, by stars, becoming his boyfriend. Remembering back to those months, you still think you're the luckiest warrior in the whole galaxy to be blessed with such an amazing and loving clan of three.

Reeling back to reality, far into the field, you see Grogu has gone tired and Luke has halted their training for the day, the little green guy already slumping into the dirt below and curling in on himself. You sigh fondly, walking down the ramp and jogging to wear Grogus doe eyes are already half lidded, and he yawns.

“Come here kiddo,” You coo as you pick up his little body, cradling him in your arms. You see Luke talking to Din, too far away for you to catch, but you could see him nodding to Lukes animated chatter. You smile, glancing back down to Grogus little head burying himself deeper into your warmth, he’s already pawing at the jacket you're wearing, which makes you giggle and pull it around his little body.

Luke walks over to where you’re standing, smiling as he sees Grogu already bundled up by you. “We should have dinner first before we sleep, right Grogu?”

Now that made his floppy ears perk. Grogu immediately turns from where you were hugging him, making grabby hands and incoherent words at the idea of food, which you smile at before handing him to Lukes waiting arms.

“We’ll join you in a bit,” You said, and Luke nodded, already turning back into the direction of his temple.

On cue, Din approaches you and slides an arm around your middle, pulling you to him at which you welcome the tug. With a steady hand on the cool Beskar chest plate, the two of you watch as Grogu flails his arms around, undoubtedly talking about something that only Luke could understand, the serenity of the fields surrounding you lulls you into a sense of peace. You turn to meet Dins visor, directed at Luke and Grogu, before it slowly turns to you, making you smile softly. Slowly, you bring your hand to caress the side of his helmet, fingers edging slightly under it, taking in the feeling of that powerful metal that has saved your boyfriend countless times. His gloved hand holds your wrist, not tugging away, just an anchor, a testament to his trust in you to know you’ll never take off his helmet, to know you’re patient to let Din take his own pace.

The hand holding his helmet pulls slightly, and Din comes with. Your eyes flutter close as you feel the cold Beskar touch your crown, sighing when a shaky hand cups your jaw, bringing you closer. Despite the gap the armor creates, you’re never tired of feeling Dins hand on your nape, heavy over your pulse, burning even through his gloves. You smile, pulling back slightly, before you press a kiss to where his cheeks would be. “Let’s eat, cyar’ika,” You whisper, and you feel him nod.

You smile when he pulls back, arm still securely on your hips while the other smoothes over your jaw. You chuckle, pulling him to the smell of dinner being prepared by Luke, tugging him by his hand.

—

After dinner is done and cleaned, Din has given Grogu his nightly bath and the kid is ready to pass out at any moment. Luke has taken him to his quarters and settled the little one on his own bed, just on the other side of his room. The bots have yet to make more sleeping quarters, still focusing on more classes and storage area, so the only available bed room would be Lukes, where Grogu is also staying.

You and Din have known this from your last visits, opting to sleep in the privacy of the Crest instead. So you and Din bid the two a good night, and trek up the clearing where the ship is docked.

Din’s arm never left your side, holding and pressing slightly, making you arch a brow at him. He only stares at you, undoubtedly false innocent eyes inside that helmet. You scoff, nudging him aside before pressing the button to close the ramp, submerging the two of you in the darkness of the Crest, shards of the twin moons the only thing leading you and Din up into the hull of the ship.

His hands now roam around your body, pushing you slightly until your back hits the wall, you return his desperate touch with the same fervor. Finding the sliver of body suit on his hip not covered by his armor, you snake insistent fingers into the fabric and squeeze, his helmet not able to hide his groan.

“Easy dearest,” You smooth your hand over the area, other hand holding the side of his neck, thumb drawing soothing circles. “Let's take these off, alright?” He nods shakily.

You lead him to the compartment next to the sleeping pod, the table there clean of clutter and made to store Dins armor. Piece by piece, starting with his shoulder pauldrons, each part eased off with care, pressing a kiss to the Mudhorn signet, you can hear Dins stuttered breath. Then down to his vambraces, littering kisses from his shoulder and leading a path down to his forearm, then hands as you carefully pry off those thick gloves. You push Din slightly so his waist hits the edge of the table, pressing another kiss to the bare skin of his hand, half lidded eyes meets his visor at which you hear him exhale a ragged breath.

Carefully unbuckling the belts around his breastplate, setting it on the table before you pull off the breastplate, the bodystocking stretches over his broad chest deliciously. As you put the armor piece aside, your hand smoothes over the fabric, pressing slightly where you know Din is sensitive the most, watching him inhale sharply before you smirk, littering kisses on your way down. As you crouch, you move to take off each leg piece, first tigh guards, pressing light kisses on the exposed fabric, then shin guards and the belts on top of it, then finally the knee-pads and his heavy boots. Gentle hands stoke up slightly, pushing the end of his pants up until you feel the tickle of leg hair, Din visibly shaking on top of you, gripping the table behind him until his scarred knuckles turn white.

You smile, languidly making your way up his body, unwrapping his cape and setting it aside. The final divide between you and your boyfriend. His last brick, and the wall crumbles down.

Shaking hands clasps at your back as you press kisses on his still covered clavicle, making the fabric damp and warm as he squirms. You hear his breath grow ragged, then you bite down, just enough to hear him groan and drop his head to your shoulder, his hands holding onto you like a lifeline.

“Sleeping pod or-”

“T-the cockpit…” He falters as you press another kiss nearing his neck. “Please,”

You hum, nodding against his neck before leading him by the hand, careful touches along his hips as you usher him up the stairs. You follow suit, not forgetting to grab the lube from the compartment on the wall.

When your feet touch the cockpits floor, Din impatiently pulls you up, hands stroking over your chest, down to your hips at which he breathes raggedly under your chin. You chuckle, moving him back until he feels the control panel. He almost jumps to sit on it, but you sit back on the captain's chair, you pull him towards you, making him stumble into your lap. His whine reverberates through his helmet's modulator adding a static edge to it. You made sure he’s comfortable before sliding your hands to his back, reaching to tug the zipper down.

The zippers opens his backside into the night's cold air, making him arch into your warm touch, pressing his clothed cock to your lap. He whines from the movement, holding on to your shoulders, almost crushing them. With each skin slowly being revealed into the night's air, you press your lips against it, reveling in each whine and ragged breath you got out of Din. With every part of the suit being peeled, Din’s tanned skin is shown, bathed under the light of the moons and stars. Scars on his body paint an infinite constellation, your eyes following each one, from the deep ones to those that have grown lighter than Dins expanse of skin.

Finally, he pulls at the tight bodysuit, discarding it somewhere on the floor, and his hands paws at your jacket, labored breath impatiently prying it off of your figure. You grin, shrugging the article off, followed by your shirt, leaving the both of you shirtless and breathless. Dins shaking hand strokes down your shoulder, to your arms, before he arches into you when your languid fingers trace his sensitive back, sending jolts rippling through his body.

“Please…” Despite his helmet still perfectly secured on his head, you could feel his warmth ghosting at your neck. It truly has been a while since you and Din shared some privacy, always jumping from planet to planet, looking for more Mandalorians to repair broken bonds and doing favors that benefit Din’s covert. Only now did you and your boyfriend get to breathe in the warm embrace of peace within this planet, so you're not surprised just how sensitive Din has gotten.

“What do you need kar’ta?” Your hand holds Dins hip, no doubt leaving marks to be cherished in the morning, letting him grind himself on your thigh, broken moans and breath singing into your ears. You pride yourself for learning bits of Mando’a if only to hear his gasps each time you use it. “Hm? What do you want?”

“I- ugh,” Din grunts as he feels one hand snakes into his trousers, stroking him steadily, his precum easing the movement. You smirk, other hand tweaking one of his perked nipples, bumping your head against his, making sure the amber in your eyes burns through his visor. The need melts into his skin.

You’ve never gone past reverent touches and helping each other get off by hand, you haven't even gotten the pleasure of seeing Din fall apart by your mouth, but from the way he grinds into your touch, broken moans filling the room, his desperation leaks into your body. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Stars- Yes.” He moans when you tighten your hand just so. You nod, easing your hand away from his cock which makes him whine, until you begin to help him out of his pants.

“Okay, alright,” Your breath stutters when Din grinds over your cock, already tenting in the confines of your pants. Between you and Din’s relationship, the both of you haven't truly moved on from scalding touches and helping each other get off by hand. This is a new territory for Din, and you have to make sure he feels safe and comfortable in your embrace.

You carefully slide him out of his trousers along with his briefs and discard it with the same pile as his top, feeling his strong thighs shake underneath your touch. Fumbling for the bottle of lube, you pour just enough on your hand and warm it up a bit, before following Din’s tailbone down to the top of his arse. He shivers, whining into your shoulder as he feels your digits ghosts over his hole, already squirming in your hold.

“Come on, please,” He begs, nails scratching at your back. You slowly insert one finger, the tip first, letting the Din situate himself to the foreign feeling. He groans, burying himself deeper between the crook of your neck, his mandibles digging slightly at your jaw. The lube easies your finger to push more, deeper, until you hear his high pitch, broken moan, then slowly push in another. At that, he jerks his head to the side, chest still flushed with yours.

When you begin scissoring, Din throws his head back, arches into your touch, which beckons you to chase him, biting at the now exposed column of his neck, making sure to leave marks no one but you know and Din could feel. Din feels delirious, deeply intoxicated from both your fingers and the feeling of your warm mouth pressing over sensitive skin and old scars, jolting each time you bite down or kiss longer to leave darker spots. He scarcely remembers moaning out broken syllables that should form your name, making your hold on his hips tighten, squeezing the scarred skin.

After deeming it enough prep, you carefully pull your fingers out, pressing kisses on the planes of your boyfriend's chest, feeling him take ragged breaths, a steady hue of red throughout his body. You shuffle to discard your pants, hissing when you feel the cold air hit your heated skin. You could feel Din growing impatient, if the way he squirms could be interpreted as that, so you tug your pants off and align yourself under Din.

“Slowly baby, slowly,” You remind him, his thigh shaking with anticipation. Hands holding under his thigh, making sure gravity doesn't take hold, you lower Din’s shivering body, inch by inch. The tight heat of his hole almost stutters your hold, making you groan, feeling the head of your cock inside him. You can feel Dins graps digs into your shoulders as he gasps.

Finally, your thighs are flushed with Dins, feeling the man shudder above you as you try to regain some sort of composure, breathing in shaking breaths. Din claws his way from your pellicals to your chest, making red rivers across your chest. You groan, pushing into his touch, which in turn shifts where you sat, enough to make your boyfriend shiver.

"M-move." He manages. "Move, please."

"Anything for you mesh'la," You say as your teeth dangerously ghosts over his pulse.

Planting your feet on the metal floor, you suppress the cold that shoots up your bones and instead focus on holding Din upright, thrusting into him with each movement. His arms shakes, moves back to grip the control panel, his scarred knuckles a hue lighter. A deep growl rumbles through you when you feel Din’s hole clenching around you, raking blunt teeth across his chest. You trail reverent kisses across a deep scar that runs from his left clavicle to just under his abdomen, Din shivers. In a more tender moment, slowed down after release with the two of you tangled together, you would've asked what those scars meant, wondering about the stories of your boyfriend's life. Maybe later, much later in the night.

When you hear a mewl, almost a hurt sound coming from the man currently flushed on top of you, your lips curls into a sharp grin, before hauling Din from gripping at the ships console to fall into your grasp, his arms immediately around your neck with a choked gasp from the sudden change. With the chair supporting both of your weight, you have the advantage to claw at Din’s hips, digging calloused fingers into his skin, using your strength to push Din up and down.

You feel yourself nearing the edge, with Din clenching around you it’s hard to keep up the pace. The side of his helmet would leave an angry mark on your shoulder, making you grunt when Din lets out a broken whimper and buries his head to the crook of your neck. “C-close, baby,”

“Me too…” He lets out a breathy moan when your hand finds his dick, pumping it hastily, pushing him to his limit.

“Stars i-” You stutter when Din clenches around you. “Fuck- Wish i can kiss you,”

Slip of a tongue. Shit.

Your movement falters, a shiver shoots up when Din pulls his head back, dark visors looking straight to you, assessing you.

"Din i-" But before you could sputter out a reason, an apology for forsaking the trust he gave you, darkness suddenly envelops your vision, rendering you blind. Dins hand covers your eyes, you could feel his calluses over your skin.

Then, as if a searing star itself break the atmosphere, you feel slightly chapped lips against yours, a tickle of stubble and- Is that a mustache?

Din grunts into your mouth, realizing you still have one hand wrapped around him. He moans, moving with your thrusts, his kiss devouring your gasps as you push at him, deepening it. His tongue traces yours and confidently moves in, effectively rendering your brain into a short-circuit. Your mind briefly wonders how such a reserved man has this much skill in kissing, he’s no virgin but surely he hasn't kissed anyone beside you. Then he bites at your lower lip before bringing you deeper again with a hand on your nape, and all hell breaks loose.

You growl into the kiss, basking in the whimper he lets out as your hand moves faster and thrust grows sloppier, but definitely still hitting that spot that makes Din scream. He pulls back, inhaling sharply when you bite lightly on his jaw, feeling the hair that decorate it. Oh you’d worship him just to see his debauched face without being blind, and the thought is enough to make you cum.

You feel yourself release inside Din’s warmth, making him shiver and let out a broken moan of your name. With your hand jerking him off, he follows suit, throwing his head back, painting his chest with strings of pearly cum. Once spent, he slumps into your embrace, helmet already in place and breathing raggedly next to your ear. You pry his hand off your eyes and press a kiss to the sliver of neck you could reach.

Blinking away the little dots from your eyes being closed and pressed by his hand, you slowly steady your breath as you rub circles on Dins pelicals and lower back, feeling him sigh and melt at your touch. You can't help to let out a chuckle, which earns you a questioning sound from your boyfriend.

“Nothing, just…” You smile, licking at your lips, trying to savor Din’s taste. “Best kiss I've ever had.”

That made him chuckle, nuzzling the cool helmet against the side of your neck. “Me too.”

Your smile widens, closing your eyes and simply letting the warmth of after-sex wafts through the cockpit. Speaking of which, you should probably clean up and sleep in the proper sleeping pod. The seat, plush as it is, won't do your back any good. So you reach for your scattered pants, looking for the fabric you always keep in your back pocket. When you finally find it, you shift Din a bit to clean up the mess that went up to both his and your chest, then carefully pull out of the man, making you groan as he shivers, wiping down what leaks out of him and the remaining lube around your length.

Standing up and making your way down takes another effort, but nothing you can't do for Din, sleepy and content Din in your arms. Pushing the button to open the sleeping pod, you set him down on the edge of it before handing him a bottle of water.

“Drink, love,” You grin, before busying yourself on the table where another water bottle is kept and downing it. You hear the hushed shh of Dins helmet as it’s being taken off, then the cap of the water bottle turning. You swallow another gulp of water, before flashes of earliers heated kiss shocks you and makes you choke on the water slightly. You cough, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before closing the bottle and setting it back.

“You uh… Done?” You clear your throat.

“Yeah,” You nod, turning back to see Dins helmet back on and him extending his arm, returning the bottle to you. You set it on the table and push him back to lie down in the pod. It’s always been a tight fit with both you and your boyfriend sleeping in it, but you make do.

When the doors are shut and the lights turned off, another hiss of Dins helmet makes your heart thump harder, but he shifts to place it on a small compartment off to the side and lays his head on your chest, one arm around you. You hook your arm around him, the other playfully raking through his curls. You could tell just from how it coils around your fingers, Din practically purring into your touch like a Loth Cat. You grin, pressing a kiss to his forehead before shifting to get comfortably on the pillow.

“Good night, Din'ika,”

“Good night, Cyar’ika,”

Cyar'ika: Darling, beloved, sweetheart

Kar'ta: Heart

Mesh'la: beautiful

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