#I will forever be upset this man was BARELY in the show
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busgirl
once again i got carried away and wrote way more than i planned too lol thank you to the lovely anon who requested this and i hope i did your prompt justice
request: what if the reader’s a merchant’s daughter who was supposed to marry a suitor but she runs away and ends up meeting sanji
WARNINGS: none
word count: 3.4k
pairing: opla!sanji x fem!reader
summary: reader is arranged to be married but she won't stand for it. so what does she do? she runs away and meets one particular chef, begging him for help
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taglist: @smol-book-nerd @shuujin @smolracoon25 @mischiefmanaged71 @amanda08319
You never imagined your life turning out like this: still living with your father at this grown age, never having gone beyond your small island town ever in your life, and waking up every day just to relive the same day over and over again. It was torture.
Every single day of your life has been the same since you left school: you woke up before the sun rose, made breakfast for you and your father, helped prepare the wagon for its daily trip into town, then spend all day yelling in the town's square trying to sell any shoes you could (your father was a shoe merchant), pack up the unsold product at the end of the day, head home, make dinner, then go to bed soon after cleaning up just so you could wake up and do the same things all over again. You hated it.
But what could you really do to change anything? You were born to a poor shoe merchant and ever since your mother had died, things had become even tighter for your small family, of now, two.
Your father never had much, barely a penny to his name, so that meant you also had no money to your name either. Sure, you could've started a side hustle of scams and cons, maybe trying your luck at playing poker at the docks whenever pirates showed up, but how could you just leave your father like that? Just leave him all alone once you scraped together enough berry to buy a one-way ticket out of this town? As much as you were tempted, you couldn't. It didn't feel right. And besides, you were always too exhausted at the end of the day to do anything else anyway.
But then one day, your father said something that would change your life forever.
The day started out like any other. You had cooked a quick meal of toast and eggs for yourselves and once you finished your plate, you moved to get up to put the dishes in the sink for later.
But before you could get out of your seat, your dad grabbed your wrist gently, telling you to stay seated. "Actually, y/n, no need to rush this morning. We're not going into town today."
"What?" You were taken aback. You couldn't remember a day where you both didn't do this daily routine. "Why?"
Your father couldn't look at you in the eye. Instead, he kept his focus on his half-eaten breakfast, which was also weird. He normally finished eating before you. "Y/n...you know I wouldn't do this unless I had no other choice," he started.
You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. What was happening?
"But business has been really slow lately, and I tried to hold this off for as long as I could," he continued.
"Hold what off?"
He kept talking like you hadn't said anything. "But there really was no other choice." He swallowed and finally looked up and the look in his eyes scared you. You've never seen your father look that upset before...the only other time he had looked like that had been when mom died.
You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry. "Dad, what's going on?"
"And you know I always will love you, right?"
"Dad," you said a little more sternly, your heart beating a thousand miles a minute. "What is happening?" After a moment of silence, you repeated yourself. "Dad, answer me."
His next sentence hit you like a ton of bricks. "Y/n, I arranged for you to be married."
You couldn't move. "What?" you breathed.
Like always, your father continued on like you hadn't said a word. "He's a nice man, a decent man. His name is Olaf and he's from the North Blue, comes from money..."
You felt your dad tighten his grip on your wrist and suddenly you felt like you were being suffocated. You ripped your hand away from your dad's grip, the sting of betrayal hurting more than any cut or wound ever could. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you fought your hardest not to let them fall. "You sold me?" your voice quivered.
Those three words finally got your dad's attention. He looked into your eyes again, hurt evident in his gaze, but you realized you didn't care. Not anymore. "No," he replied firmly. "You know I would never sell you to anyone. I would never do that."
A humorous laugh escaped your lips. "Oh? But you'd put me in an arranged marriage instead? For money?" When you blinked, tears fell down your cheeks. "Are we really that poor dad?" you spat.
"Y/n-"
"Why didn't you tell me how bad off we were before? Before-" you stuttered and waved your arms around, "before all of this? I could've- I could've done something, anything." You ran a hand through your hair as you exhaled, a sardonic smile appearing on your face as you looked up to the ceiling, up to whatever God had subjected you to this cruel fate.
"There's nothing you could've done, y/n."
"You don't know that!" you exclaimed. Pure hot red rage adorning your features as your furious eyes snapped down to look at your dad. "I could've hustled, I could've conned the guys down at the dock for some money. I could've done something instead of nothing!"
"And then what? End up dead in a dark alley once those men found out you stole money from them? End up raped?" Your dad's anger matched yours, his voice growing louder with each sentence. "Maybe become a pirate? There is no way I would ever let that happen to you y/n."
Your dad hated pirates and you knew he would rather die before he ever let you become one.
You flung your arms up in exasperation. rolling your eyes as you let out a frustrated groan. "Oh I don't know dad," you yelled, "maybe I could've joined the Marines or something!"
But your dad didn't like the Marines either. He believed pirates and Marines were the same person, just in different clothes.
"I wouldn't let you do that either, you know that y/n."
Suddenly, a thought stuck you: you were an adult, so why was your father still making all of these major life decisions for you? It didn't make sense.
But you knew one thing: you certainly weren't going to marry some rich guy you didn't know from the North Blue. Not if you were still living and breathing.
You glanced at the open window behind your dad, seeing the early morning tinges of a sunrise lighting up the sky. Perfect, you thought. Docked ships normally didn't leave port until the sun broke the horizon, so you had a chance to hop aboard any ship that would take you far far away from here. Away from your miserable life and a father you were realizing you hated.
The sky started becoming brighter by the minute and your heart rate started to spike. You estimated you had around 20 minutes or so until the sunrise broke and if you were serious about running away, it was now or never.
Suddenly, you stood up from the kitchen table and realized that your father had stopped whatever he was saying to look at you with a curious expression.
"Y/n?"
"Y-you know what dad?" your voice shook and you swallowed your nerves. "I...I think you're right? This Olaf guy probably isn't that bad and would probably give me a better life than I ever could," you ground out and forced a smile that you were sure looked more like a grimace. "I'll do it."
If today had been a normal day, your dad would've been tipped off that something was up but he was just so relieved that you were actually agreeing to all this.
Your dad had a relieved smile on his face as he said, "That makes me so happy to hear that y/n. You have no idea."
"Y-yeah, me too," you agreed with a small nod. You reached down to pick up your plates but your hands were shaking.
Your father placed a hand on your arm. "I understand you're nervous sweetheart. Why don't you go lie down in your room? There's some time until Olaf gets here. I can handle the dishes for today."
Perfect. You agreed and nodded quickly. Thanking your dad and giving him one last look before you went up to your room and never saw him again.
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Your lungs were burning as you ran towards the docks. You could feel sweat running down your back as you pushed yourself to run as fast as you could, arms pumping and feet kicking out dirt behind you.
The sky was beginning to turn a lighter shade of orange and a ping of fear gripped your heart.
What if you didn't make it? What if all the ships were all boarded up and ready to set sail by the time you got there? It wasn't uncommon for ships to leave a tad early since most of them had a full day at sea before them but you were so close, you just had to make it. There were probably around five minutes or so until you reached the docks and you just had to get over this ridiculous hill.
But your legs were tired and your sides were cramping and you could feel yourself slowing down due to exhaustion. You weren't a huge runner to begin with but you were literally running for your life- so what choice did you have?
If you made it through all this, you vowed to yourself that you would get better at running. Who knew the next time your life would depend on it?
As you reached the top of the hill, you took a quick second to breathe and survey the docks before you but what you saw nearly stopped your heart. There were normally a dozen or so ships that littered these docks but it looked like most of them had headed out early with only a few ships remaining, and the ones that were left? They looked like they were nearly ready to leave port as well.
With newfound urgency, you sprinted down the hill, yelling out to any sailor who would listen to your plea.
"WAIT!" you screamed. "Wait for me!"
But no one acknowledged you. You started to wave your arms around, your travel bag bouncing around as you continued to sprint.
"PLEASE! I beg you!"
As you got closer, you could start to make out the names of the few ships that were there. There was one ship called "The Happy Farewell" and you figured since they were closest you would try them first.
"Get lost girl," the ship's captain sneered. "I got no use for a girl like you."
"But please, I need to leave. You don't understand," you begged.
The captain clicked his tongue as he shook his head. "Don't we all?" he muttered. But he spared you one last glance before boarding his ship and something in your expression must've been wildly desperate because he sighed before nodding towards the ship two docks down. "Zeff's."
"What?"
"Go to Zeff's ship, girl. The Baratie. He doesn't have the heart to turn away desperate souls like yourself."
Your head whipped towards the direction the captain was looking and you saw the decent-sized Baratie standing there.
"But you better hurry," he warned. "They're setting sail as soon as we leave."
You quickly looked back at the captain to thank him but he was already walking up the plank to board his ship, barking out orders to let down the sails and hoist up the anchor.
Shit. You had to hurry.
You sprinted two docks over and once you reached the dock The Baratie was tied to, you saw a couple of men in white coats loading up the last of the crates of food onboard. You had just made it.
It was weird to you that these pirates were dressed up in matching white coats and blue bandanas around their collar but, hey, it could always be worse and you weren't in a position to be picky. You would even join a circus crew at this point.
You made your way over to the closest "pirate", a tall blonde guy that had hair almost covering his left eye. He was inspecting one of the crates, clipboard in hand and checked things off as he examined it.
"Excuse me," you huffed, trying to get this man's attention. "But I need your help. I need to speak to the ship's captain."
"Don't we all," the guy replied with a good-humored laugh and crooked smile, not looking up from his clipboard.
"Please," you urged. "It's important."
The man looked up from his clipboard and did a double-take, clearly not expecting a young woman like yourself, who looked like they just ran away from demons, asking to speak to the captain this early in the morning.
His eyebrows rose as he looked you over, his smile disappearing. "Are you alright Madam? Is something the matter?"
As his eyes scanned you over, you noticed how good-looking this guy was. And here you were, all sweaty and disheveled, your hair probably sticking out in all different directions. You prayed to whatever God was out there that you didn't have sweat stains on your shirt.
What a day this was turning out to be.
You ran your hands over your hair, trying to smooth down your flyaways and hoping you looked a bit more presentable. "I will be alright, when I speak to the captain."
"Anything I can help you with?"
What the- was this guy hitting on you? Your wandering eyes snapped back to look at this man when he asked that, looking to see if he really had the audacity to hit on you while you were begging for help, but you saw no trace of flirtation whatsoever, just concern.
"Ah- no. Unless you have the power to give me a spot on this crew."
The man's eyes lit up (you noticed they were blue). "Ah, so you want to join the Baratie? Become a chef yourself?"
You looked at him in utter confusion, blinking a couple times to make sure you heard him right. "Huh? A chef?" You looked at his outfit a little more closely and turned to examine the other men who were dressed similarly. You didn't notice it before, but they weren't just wearing any white coat, they were wearing a chef's white coat. "You guys are chefs?" you asked dumbly.
The chef, as you now noticed, rubbed his jaw as he tried to hide his smile at your obvious question. "Yes, Madam. We're chefs."
"So you're a pirate chef?"
The blonde cook couldn't hide his laugh at your series of questions, his blue eyes sparkling and white teeth showing like he had just heard the funniest joke. "No, Madam. We're just chefs. Not pirates or pirate chefs."
You felt stupid and felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Oh." But if they were all chefs on this boat, did that mean... "Wait- do I have to be a chef in order to get on this boat?"
"Ah well, if it were up to me," he sighed, "I would give you a spot on the ship regardless if you could cook or not." He twirled the pencil between his fingers as he crossed his arm in thought. "Although, we do need some new waiters. The dining room always seems to be short-staffed..."
You opened your mouth to quickly volunteer yourself even though you never waited tables a day in your life but the blonde chef kept talking.
"Or," he thought out loud," if you really wanted to be a chef with no experience, there are ways you could get into the kitchen. We do need a new busboy. Or girl," he quickly corrected. "Move your way up and learn..."
The sun broke the horizon, the morning orange light now fading into yellow. You swallowed. You were out of time. If you couldn't get a spot on this ship then your life was over.
"I'll do it," you quickly interrupted and nodded. "I'll- I'll do anything. A chef, a waiter, a busboy or busgirl- anything. I'll even clean toilets if I have to. I just- I need to get on this ship."
Your desperate plea silenced the chef, pulling him out of his musings and you could see concern wash over his features. But before he could say anything else, a voice called out from the top of the ship's plank.
"Oi! Sanji! What the hell are you doing down there, son?" the man with a tall chef's hat and braided mustache called out. As he made his way down to the dock, you noticed one of his legs was a wooden peg instead. "The sun's broken the horizon. I don't know how many times I need to tell you this, but next time we pull out of port late, I'm shoving my leg up your ass and you're off the line for a week."
Sanji shook his head, for once not caring about the threat of not cooking, and looked at his father figure, nodding to you. "Zeff, you need to speak to this girl. You have to let her join our crew."
You watched as Zeff followed Sanji's nod and looked down at you with raised eyebrows. It was like he just noticed you were there. "Her? For the last time Sanji, I'm not letting one of your one-night stands join the crew," he said with an exasperated sigh and turned back towards the ship. "Pretty or not."
"Wait!" you called out, grabbing Zeff's arm and immediately dropping it when he turned to look at you in disbelief. "I, I don't know him," you quickly said, pointing at Sanji and taking a big step away from him to prove your point, "My name is y/n and I desperately need a spot on your ship, Sir. Please."
Zeff studied you for a moment, eyes scanning your face. "People like you normally aren't 'desperate' to join my crew."
"But I am, Sir. I," you inhaled a shaky breath at the thought that this man could also turn you away. "I can't stay here. I need to leave. I'll do anything. I can even scrub the toilets."
Zeff regarded you with a short sigh. "Lass, there's no way I would have you scrubbing toilets. I'd make him do that way before asking you," he said and jabbed a thumb at Sanji, silencing Sanji's scoff of disbelief with a look. His face became serious as he asked, "You're serious aren't you?"
You nodded. "As serious as I can be sir."
The head chef became quiet, looking at you like he was trying to figure out what you were running away from, but it wasn't any of his business. At the end of the day, everyone had a past and he wasn't there to judge.
"Alright, lass, you want a position at my restaurant that badly? You got it. Your first service as a busboy- girl, whatever- starts tonight." He pointed a finger at you and with a stern voice asked, "Everyone on this ship earns their keep, alright? And no talking back. Understood?"
Relief flooded your veins at his words, you couldn't control the smile that stretched your cheeks as you nodded. "Yes, chef."
The corner of Zeff's mouth twitched upwards in amusement and he nodded once. "Good." As he turned around to head back onto the ship, he glanced at Sanji. "I like this girl. Wherever you found her...good job, son." He started walking back up the plank onto the ship and called out, "Get those last few crates up on here, boy. We got to leave, we have a dinner service tonight!"
You frowned as you watched Zeff walk away, a little annoyed at the thought that 'Sanji found you' instead of you finding him. When you looked over at Sanji, you saw him still watching Zeff make his way up the plank, beaming slightly at the head chef's praise.
"You didn't find me. I found you," you said to your newest crewmember.
Sanji looked over at you, a small mischievous smile on his face. "And aren't you glad you did?"
Before you could correct him or slap him, you heard Zeff calling out to you from the ship's deck. "Oi! Y/n! What are you doing down there? I'm not paying you to just stand there all day with Sanji! There's a pile of dirty dishes with your name on them in the sink."
"What? Already?" you grumbled as made your way up the plank to board the ship.
From behind you, you could hear Sanji's laughter and you could hear it until you made your way inside.
#sanji x reader#sanji x you#sanji vinsmoke x reader#sanji x y/n#opla!sanji x reader#opla!sanji#one piece x reader#one piece live action#one piece fanfiction#sanji live action#opla#i loved how this turned out tbh#i may make a part 2#just imagine the potential#thank you to the anon that requested this!
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A Joyful Christmass
Park Sooyoung (Joy) x Male Reader
Tags: anal, cheating, christmas, creampie, facesitting, full nelson, (lots of) spanking
Word count: 3133.
It seemed like just another boring christmas. Stuck at home on a very cold day, you had resigned yourself to spending the holiday alone, watching some shows on TV, and preparing some food for yourself. You tried to call your cute friend, but she left you on voicemail, probably banging some dude. The hours passed by, and nothing new seemed to happen. You talked to your brother, who was thousands of miles away, wishing him a merry Christmas, but the boredom continued. You picked some snacks and watched the turkey, taking it out of the oven. It turns out you didn't even want to eat it; you were just feeling upset that you were going to spend the holiday alone. "What's the point of holidays if no one is around you?" you asked.
"Maybe I have a last chance, but she most likely won't answer, probably spending the holidays with her ugly ass boyfriend." You had a person in mind for your last call, but it was essentially a last-ditch prayer. She was taken and most likely wasn't going to come to your house in such cold weather. However, to your surprise, the doorbell started to ring. It was Joy You prepared yourself as you opened the door to a pretty woman in black hair and her nice-shaped body, looking at her from bottom to top, from her heavy boots protecting her wonderful thighs to her large coat covering her body to her pretty smile.
"Come in, Sooyoung", you told her. "Nice place you got here", she answered back, placing her right hand on your neck. It turns out she was just as bored as you, and even worse, her man had not come see her on Christmas. "You still look cute, baby", Joy smiled at you after a long time without seeing each other. She asked you where the bedroom was, and you guided her. "Have a seat", she told you, pointing towards the bed. "I think we both know why you called me; we've known each other for years", she continued. "I don't know what you mean", you tried to pretend, but Joy wasn't having it. She just smiled and took her coat off, leaving just the nightgown she had under it.
"You don't? Then let me show you", Joy pushed her gown up, showing her toned ass cheeks under the gown and her red undies. She slowly started going down, showing her big ass right into your face, shaking it up and down, and letting her fat cheeks move, before putting it back inside the gown and shoving you into the bed. Joy quickly climped on top of you and pulled the top of her gown to the side, flashing her tits, before moving towards you and smothering them against your face. "Don't worry, baby, as long as you make mommy happy, you can put it wherever you want it", hearing Joy call herself mommy suddenly woke up the tent under your pants. It didn't feel like she was already an almost 10-year industry veteran; she still felt so youthful to your eyes.
You kept sucking Sooyoung's wonderful pair of tits. If it depended only on you, that could keep going forever, but she had different plans. Joy climbed on top of you and put her fat butt on top of your face, twerking it on you. She then pulled her panties to the side, letting you eat her pussy. "Oh fuck", she groaned, letting her cheeks hit the side of your face. "Oh yeah, let me ride that fucking face; smoother you with this ass", she continued as she kept moaning, taking off her gown and fully revealing her red Christmas-themed lingerie. As you groaned under her ass, Joy took her bra off and stared to laugh, switching sides on top of you, still with her panties barely on,= She grinded her pussy on your mouth and started searching for your pants.
As Joy popped your cock out of your pants, you grabbed her ass, trying to make her moan harder as you were eating her folds under her. She didn't need any hands, sucking your cock, just dunking her head against your hips, and going up and down your shaft, leaving her lipstick marks on it. You couldn't resist and thrust upwards against her mouth, but she didn't gag at all. "Oh yes", you said as you hit the depths of her throat, as she only pulled out after a long succession of thrusts. A little jerkoff, and she was back into it, giving you the sexiest 69 you had ever witnessed.
You spanking her ass after she was done was what she needed to take off her panties, leaving her wearing just her black stockings and high heels on, turning around to let her ass face you as she also fingered her pussy with both hands. Your mouth joined it and also started stimulating her, taking turns between her pink pussy and her round anus before circling your thumb around her clit, her moans were music to her years. "Such a beautiful ass", you said to Joy before sticking your index finger in her asshole. She didn't say anything; she just let her moans do the talking. You then spanked her ass a few times and spat in her asshole, getting it ready as you slapped your shaft against her anal entrance.
Joy let out a long moan as you shoved your cock up her butthole. "Oh my God, you're such a freak. Oh my fucking God", she said as you grabbed her cheeks and started pumping in and out of her asshole. "Yes, yes, yes", you kept saying as your left hand grabbed her hair and your right hand grabbed her cheeks. "Destroy my fucking asshole", she demanded as you started pumping harder and deeper. Her hole was still very tight; maybe her boyfriend didn't fuck her ass at all or his cock was too small to reach the depths of it, unlike yours. Her cheeks clapped hard, letting out loud sounds at each thrust. You spanked her ass multiple times until you managed to finally stick it full length inside her butthole.
Joy let out a painful scream with your cock stretching her out fully. You slapped her ass again in approval: "Such a beautiful ass", As she stuck her tongue out and gave you some more out-of-breath moans and yet another beautiful smile, you pulled out as she smiled to you, treating her cheeks to some more beating and massaging them, before sticking your cock back inside, pressing her head against the bedsheets as she kept moaning, then groping her tits before you gave her right boob a massive slap. "Oh, you're so good", she kept saying as you grabbed her hair and stretched her asshole even further as she started screaming.
"OH FUCK YESSSS!" Joy yelled as you grabbed her by the hair and face, putting your finger inside her loud mouth and making the bed crack. She panted out of breath before diving her head back to the bed. "Oh fuck, you're so deep in my ass", she said, closing her eyes and increasing the speed of the painful pounding she was taking, your balls slapping hard against the entrance of her vagina. "Yes, baby, slap those balls in my fucking clit", she demanded as you kept going harder and harder until she fully lost her breath.
With her still trying to recover, you stuck your cock in her beautiful pussy, placing both hands in her tits as you stretched it out. "You're gonna make me fucking cum if you keep fucking me like this", Joy said. You had some mercy for her, pulling out as she bounced her ass in the air for a few seconds before going back in, grabbing and clapping her fat cheeks. "Right there, right there, right there. OH MY GODDDDDD!", she kept screaming, almost crying. But things were only going to get rougher for Joy. As you placed your right foot in her head and pumped as hard as ever against her cunt, she smiled while her moans were almost like a cry for help, looking defenseless as you stretched her out.
The noises coming out of the bed were louder than ever. You placed your whole weight against Joy's body, stomping on her sorry crying head as you destroyed her pussy, your balls smacking her entrance harder than ever. "Give me, give me that fucking cock, harder", it was all she could say as you kept pounding her fuckhole until you finally showed some mercy and pulled out after a long stretch, but not without spanking her butt again.
Joy turns around, ready to taste her juices. You quickly press her head against your hips and grab her hair as she moves up and down your cock. Her ability to suck your big shaft without gagging definitely impresses you. She moves harder, fucking her face and swinging your cock left and right inside her mouth, but she still takes it just fine. Another hard facefuck follows, this time with you fingering her pussy down low. "AHHHHH FUCK!" you scream as Joy's deepthroat almost makes you cum right there. Joy sticks her tongue out like a needy puppy as you grab her throat. You slap your cock against her tongue before she goes back to sucking you, moving her body while doing so, and coating your cock with saliva while also playing with your balls.
She then puts her back against the bed, once again sticking her tongue out as she jerks you off. Joy masturbates herself as she gets ready for another round of face-fucking. You top her, sticking your cock deep in her throat while eating her pussy. "Ah yes, yes, yes, yes," you groan as you keep fucking her mouth. Joy finally cracks, leaving room for you to amp up the stimulation in her clit as she gets throatfucked. "Oh my God, your mouth is so slutty!" you exclaim as you keep fucking it and pinching her clit. Joy flips herself out, getting back on her knees to stroke your cock, her tongue out before she gives it a nasty blowjow, spitting all over it. After a while, you had enough of her shenanigans, grabbing her throat once more and even spitting on her whore face, slapping her as you once again filled her mouth with your cock.
"AH AH AH AH AH AH AH!" Joy starts to scream as you keep throating her and messing with her hair. "You're a fucking devil", you say as saliva flows out of her mouth. You lie your body in bed as Joy climbs on top of you, spanking her ass as she grinds on your cock before putting it back in her pussy, bouncing her ass hard as she rides you. "Easy, easy, easy", you tell her. "FUCKKKKKK!" she screams; maybe she should have indeed listened to your advice as she gets impaled. Up and down, but also sideways Joy makes sure for your cock to hit her hole at every angle as she bounces on you. She moans and inhales hard with your prick inside her. "Holy shit", you exclaim as her ass moves against your hips.
Joy is ready for a bigger challenge and quickly switches back to her asshole. "Yes, yes, yes, yes", you say as her anus wraps around your cock. You grab her cheeks as you keep stretching her out, and she rides you. You turn things around as you start thrusting upwards, pounding her ass from down low, Joy moans in pain as you hit her anal walls hard and smash your balls in her ass. You go so fast that your cock slips out of her asshole, but she quickly makes sure to put it back in. After all, she loves the pain, answering back with a ride of her own like an amazon riding a big horse. You grab Joy by her hair once more and answer back, making her scream again, before letting her take full control as you smile in pleasure.
Every day is a struggle for Joy, but she keeps going, riding you harder as she switches back to her pussy. You cheer her on with more spanks on her cheeks. "OH yes, I'M CUMMING", she yells after a few more rides. You grab her sensitive nipples as she keeps bouncing. After a few grinds, you take back control and pound Joy's pussy from below with a firm grip on her cheeks, her body pressing against yours. You groan a lot, and Joy can't stop moaning. "SHHHHHH", you tell her, tired of her screaming and crying so much. "Bounce on that fucking cock", you order her as you continue to spank her butt. Joy opts for a straight bounce, which drives you crazy, before she takes a few extra slow rides and pulls out.
At this point, Joy's hair is extremely messy, her makeup is ruined, and her lipstick is almost gone, but there is still enough to cover your cock as she drinks her juices from it. "You're such a fucking whore", you tell her as she sucks and jerks you off, playing with your balls. After a while, following another spank, she puts your cock back in her pussy. As you pound her in reverse and grab her tits, balls once again slap on her clit, crying sounds come out of Joy's mouth. She answers back with her craziest ride so far, making you exclaim, "Holy shit". But as soon as her legs start to tremble, you go back to hard-pounding Joy, hitting her pussy at full speed. She grabs your balls and fingers her pussy as you hit her insides, before a deep pound makes her scream and stop everything. Pinching her nippes, you push your cock even faster, rendering her completely submissive.
After a while, you pull out and slap your dick against her sensible clit that makes her squirt, before surprising Joy with a quick entry back inside her asshole. "Ruin my fucking holes" is all she can say. You keep destroying her asshole until she has to stop once again as you hit her deep. Her tits get a lot of attention as they bounce at each thrust, and you grab them. "Yes, baby, go deep", you tell her as she recovers and bounces her ass back. "Oh my God", you groan as she grinds laterally, shaking your cock inside her anus. You punish her by spanking her tits, which only makes her go harder, before you put her legs up in the air and give Joy an anal full nelson. After some poundings, you tilt her body left but stay fucking her asshole hard and deep.
"That's it, that's it, that's it", you say as you pull out of Joy, who tried to taste her anal juice like a crazy dumb whore. You quickly take her mouth out of your cock. "Calm down, whore; put that tongue back in", you tell her, but she keeps showing her tongue like she's some lizard. Joy looks utterly wasted as you start to play with her, grabbing your cock to prevent her from sucking it, then holding her by the hair. Once she finally gets to it, you lock her head under your legs, only freeing her after she gags, followed by pounding her face in a similar fashion to the one you just did to her pussy and ass, going so hard that her lipstick gets marked in the base of your cock.
"Stop being a dumb whore, Joy; it's Christmas", you tell her, putting Joy in a romantic spooning position as you finger her pussy before sticking your dick back inside her. You grab her sexy, thick thighs as you passionately fuck her, staring at her moaning face the whole time. When you reach the depths of her pussy, you spank her thighs and finger her, then switch to some more neck-grabbing as you pound her. "OHHHHH FUCK YESSS!" she screams as you stretch her shaved cunt out before pulling out and fingering a little bit more as Joy squirts.
But you saved the best for last. With Joy still in that position, you go back inside her ass, giving it very slow but deep thrursts, watching as she smiles, moans, and fingers herself. "Can you please cum inside me, baby? Cum inside my ass, she asks. "Beg harder", you tell Joy as you pinch her nipples. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR CUM", she says in quick succession, her whole left hand inside her pussy while you stretch her butthole for one last time. "Squeeze that fucking asshole", you demand, as she voluntarily lenches her already very gaped hole. Her once tight butthole was completely gone after such rough stretching.
"PLAY WITH THAT PUSSY!" you scream at Joy, firmly grabbing her right thigh with your right hand while she holds hands with you. You get closer as her asshole wraps around your cock, putting your hands in her moaning mouth as you keep punding. You pull out and slap your cock against her clit, asking her to beg a little more. Joy does, and soon you're back in her asshole. "Oh my God, I'm finally cumming in that ass", you tell her. "Fuck yes, baby, give me that cum", Joy pleads. A big smile fills her face, just like, a few seconds later, a big flood of cum fills her shithole as soon as you start groaning. Joy lets out a few more moans before you pull out, getting herself on her knees and spreading her cheeks. In that position, her gaping anus doesn't hold your sperm for long, as she starts farting it out into your bedsheets with a couple bounces of her ass.
Joy wants it all out as she pushes it deep from her anus with her fingers. "Damn, there is so much cum inside me", she says, her white nails covered with your jizz. She digs it up fully, expelling it all from her sore anus. You are also very tired, as even on a cold day, it took you so much energy to fuck that slut. As Joy cools off, she puts her clothes back on and heads back home, where her boyfriend waits for her. For that hour, your Christmas wasn't a lonely one, but you felt so good that you weren't empty anymore (except for your balls, of course) as you watched Joy walk away, with cum still on her thighs. "Merry Christmas, Joy", you tell her. "You too", she replies before walking out of the door. Who knows when it's going to be the next time you'll see her, but even if it's the last, that's enough.
Quick Christmas smut with the wonderful Joy getting her big ass pounded hard. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everybody.
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Ok so there is a serious shortage of Tim Bradford stuff on tumblr and the gasp i gusped when i saw you were taking requests was very big.
So how about him being his usual hard and grumpy self and his pregnant wife coming to the station angry about something and him turning into a big softie. Like she’s almost scolding him about something and the others staring like ‚who is this man?‘. Obviously Angela knows what’s up but the rookie are like 🫨
Thanks so much!!💗
here you go anon <3 hope i did you justice on this! also i really enjoyed writing this!
warnings: pregnancy, not beta read
a/n: i haven’t posted in blurbs in forever, so please bare with me on this!
you have been angry at the slightest things lately, whether it being how hot it is outside, not being able to put on your shoes, not having your favorite ice cream in your freezer, etc. the list could go on, and yet it could be to the fact that you’re seven months and half pregnant, because ever since you entered your third trimester the slightest things have been making you angry. and now you’re even angrier than you have been throughout your third trimester, and it’s all because the air conditioning has decided to stop working in your house, so with that being said you have decided to head down to the station to tell tim, your husband, all about it.
when you arrived at the station, you were lucky enough that you didn’t have to wait in the front lobby of the station for tim to come out and talk to you. the officer who was working at the front desk knew who you were, so you were able to just go to the back where all of the officers’ desks are, to find tim.
when you entered the back, you were lucky enough to find tim sitting at his desk, talking to angela about whatever. when you were walking over to where his desk was, angela spotted you.
“looks like you got some company,” angela nodded her head toward your direction.
tim turned his head and saw you waddling towards him.
“i’m gonna give you two some privacy,” angela said as she left tim’s desk and walked over to where john, lucy, and jackson were standing.
“who’s that?” jackson quipped when angela approached.
“tim’s wife, y/n,” angela answered.
“tim has a wife?” lucy, john, and jackson all asked at the time.
“yeah, they have been married for about three years now. and of course, they are now expecting their first baby in a few months.”
“wow, i did not know that,” lucy said.
“yeah, tim tends to keep his work and personal life separate,” angela said.
“hmm…now i’m wondering why she showed up to talk to tim,” lucy said.
“honestly, whatever it is, it’s gonna look good on his end,” angela smirked as she took a sip of her coffee.
“what are you doing here?” tim asked with a confused tone when you approached his desk. “is everything okay? is the baby okay?” he added.
“no, everything is not okay. the bright side is, that the baby is okay.”
“well, what’s wrong then?” tim asked.
“what’s wrong is that the air conditioning has stopped working at the house, and now i’m super hot, sweaty, i'm upset, and especially angry because of that,” you explained.
tim just looked at you with soft eyes. he felt bad for you. he hated seeing you angry and upset. he knew how irritated you could get whenever you’re hot.
“i can try and fix it when i get home later today,” tim stated.
“what time will you be home?” you questioned him.
“maybe around five, it all just depends if i can get all this paperwork done before that time.”
“oh,” you frowned.
tim sighed, “you want me to leave work right now, so then i can fix the air conditioning? don’t you?”
“please.”
you already knew what tim’s answer was gonna be. he wasn’t gonna, ‘no’ or anything like that. plus, if he did, most likely he would end up sleeping on the couch for the night.
“okay, i’ll leave right now,” tim said. “let me go inform sergeant grey that i’m gonna leave early.”
tim got up from his seat at his desk to head to sergeant grey office. and when he did get up, he quickly kissed your temple, and quickly laid one of his hands on your bump, before he walked off.
while you were waiting for tim to get back from sergeant grey’s office, you saw out of the corner of your eye, angela and by the looks of it, three rookies standing with her. the three rookies had shocking looks on their faces while angela couldn’t help herself from smirking. you already knew why angela had that smirk on her face. she already knew that tim has a huge soft side, and that soft side is only reserved for you, and your baby who is gonna be born in a few months. on the other hand, the rookies didn’t know tim’s soft side at all, so of course all of them had shocking looks on their faces.
“sergeant grey is okay with me going home early today,” tim said as he approached you.
“did he ask why you’re going home early today?”
“yes,” tim nodded his head.
“did he think your reason for leaving early was kinda odd and crazy,” you asked.
“yeah,” tim nodded. “but luckily he isn’t giving me a hard time about this,” he added.
“well, that’s good then.”
tim turned off his computer and pushed his desk car in, and you two walked out hand in hand with each other.
“told ya,” angela said as she walked off. while lucy, john, and jackson were still standing there with shocking looks on their faces, trying to gather the pieces together that tim has a soft side.
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treat me rough |rockstar!eddie munson x pregnant!nepo baby!reader|
prompt: you're pregnant. you're horny. you're fed up with eddie treating you like you're made of glass.
loosely based off the song 'treat me rough' by debbie gravitte. give it a listen to get in the mood ;)
edit by the amazing, talented, show stopping @eddiemunsons-missingnipple say thank you rn
contains: MINORS DNI 18+. pregnant!reader, degrading (light), spanking, language, p in v sex, aftercare.
"Is this how it's going to be for the rest of our lives?"
Your tone was biting, unforgiving and jarring; not at all what Eddie expected to walk in to. Your arms folded over your chest, resting just barely over the swell of your abdomen that was rounding more and more with each passing day, a reminder that your baby girl was on the way.
"What?" Eddie's shoulders deflated, tone dropping and falling at your feet. Long gone was the anger in his tone, the usual biting or demanding snap of voice that would've sent you shivering, shaping up at his first warning glare. He sounded tired, worn out, or maybe worn down.
It made you furious.
You growled at him, little bare feet padding as hard as you could over to him, trying to sound threatening. "Is this it?" You snapped, throwing your hands out at him. "Is this how it's going to be forever, Ed, because I-I can't fucking do this." Your voice wobbled, throat constricting. You were angry at him, at yourself for crying, just overwhelmed entirely.
"Baby, what are you talking about?" Eddie cooed gently, taking a step towards you. Inked hands cradling your face, Eddie tilted your chin up towards him. "What's goin' on? What's got you upset now?"
"You!" Angry, you pulled your face out of his hands. His sweet voice was making your nerves grate even more. "Holy fuck, Eddie, you are my issue right now-"
"-Hey." Eddie snapped, eyes narrowing down at you. You stopped, eyes lifting up to him hopefully. A tingle spread between your legs, a glimmer of hope that he might be close to giving in to you, to putting you in your place. You'd been trying for weeks to pull out that angry, domineering man you fell in love with, the one he'd repressed inside himself for the baby.
"Take it easy, alright? Your doctor told you not to be getting worked up like this. Your blood pressure can not rise, or it can be-"
You slammed your hand down on the table, glaring up at Eddie. "Eddie, I am fine." You hissed. "Actually, I'm not fine. And it's your fault."
"My fault?" Eddie scoffed, eyes bulging at your accusations. "What the fuck did I do?" Eddie held his hands up, pausing, before taking a regulating breath to calm himself. Goddam those parenting books he'd been reading, they'd actually put some useful stuff in there.
"What has you upset, honey?" Eddie asked calmly this time, looking at you carefully. "What can I do to help you?"
Your nose twisted, bristling with rage. You spun around, picking up the throw pillow off the couch, launching it at Eddie's head. Eddie dodged it easily, brown eyes wide with shock. He looked from you, back to the pillow, then back at you.
"What is wrong with you-"
"-You!" You screamed, turning on your heel and stomping up the grand staircase of the Malibu home.
"Hey, hold on a second," Eddie was hot on your trails, heavy boots stomping against the marble. "You have to talk to me, alright? What is the fuckin' deal?"
"You think I'm disgusting." You sniffled, wiping your tears with the heels of your hand. "We haven't had sex in forever, and-and you won't touch me or-or act like you love me anymore. I get pregnant, and all of a sudden you're-you're just a different fucking person, and I don't like it!" Your chest heaved at the admission, blubbering cries that shook your whole body. You knew you sounded petulant and whiny, and not on purpose. You sounded like the spoiled brat Eddie used to mock you for being.
Eddie fought every urge in his body to not roll his eyes at you, opting to hug you close to his chest instead. He could feel your running nose, rubbing your face into his shirt, soothing the burn of your cry while his hands rubbed circles down your spine. He didn't want you to stress yourself like this, put yourself and the baby at risk.
"Princess," Eddie cooed down at you. You sobbed at the nickname. "I don't understand. We had sex this morning, baby."
"T-That wasn't real sex." You sobbed, breathy and broken cries back into the cotton of his t-shirt.
Eddie furrowed his brow deep. "Pretty sure it was real sex." He said sarcastically, flinching when you let out a high pitched cry that had his hands moving to your hair, rubbing it softly. That always calmed you down. "What do you mean it wasn't real sex, baby? Did you not finish?"
"Well, yeah, I finished." You snapped, rolling your eyes like it was obvious.
Eddie's shoulders tensed, fighting the surge of irritation he felt in his veins. He longed for his cigarettes, hoping maybe he could get you calmed down and could go have a smoke.
"B-But it's not..." You huffed, frustrated at the struggle to find the words, they were jumbled and caught in your mouth. "It's not how we have sex." You blinked up at him, lip jutting out in a pout that had his heart fluttering. "You're not mean anymore."
Eddie smirked, a small snort of a laugh that had you frowning. "Not mean? Wow, never thought I'd hear that complaint from you." Eddie hummed.
You huffed, glaring at him. "Eddie, I'm being serious." You said, rolling your eyes hard. "Do you not... Do you not think I'm attractive anymore?" You muttered. You couldn't watch his reaction, knowing even the slightest off-putting look would leave you spiraling, inconsolable with hurt.
"Are you insane?" Eddie snapped, huffing in irritation. "Hey, look at me." His voice was firm, sending an icy chill up your spine, eyes lifting to his when his hand cradled your jaw.
Your vision was blurry, sniffling back the snot that ran down your throat when you met Eddie's eyes, warm and brown and familiar. It always left your chest light and airy, comforting and content.
"Why would you ever think I didn't think you were hot? Have you seen yourself, baby?" Eddie grinned, eyes traveling down your frame, tongue swiping his lower lip. His eyes trained on the swell of your tummy, small but present. You could still hide the bump with a sweatshirt of a dress, but it was getting harder with every passing day.
You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands. "You don't act the same. I just- I don't want you to get bored, and leave me..." You admitted, cheeks flushing at the vulnerability. Your heart hammered at the admission, a quiet fear you'd swallowed down since you first found you were expecting.
It wasn't irrational, at least not to you. Eddie was wild, he'd always been a little deranged and electric, and his sex life was no exception. It's what drew you to him first, what brought the two of you together. Now, with the baby on the way, you worried your marriage would become another statistic- failed and leaving your baby with a broken home or with two loveless parents. The thought made you sick, you couldn't do that to her. Or yourself. You weren't sure you could live without Eddie. For all your independence, he was your world; you couldn't lose him.
"Leave you?" Eddie scoffed, eyes bulging. He sounded offended, angry, your full name rolling sternly off his tongue, making your cheeks burn. He was scolding you like a school girl, eyes hard and challenging on you. Your pussy throbbed, legs crossing to soothe the ache. It had been a while since you'd played like this- months.
"I don't ever want to hear that shit again, do you hear me?" Eddie snapped. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you know better." His inked hand grabbed your jaw, squeezing your cheeks lightly when he pulled your gaze back up to him.
Your tummy fluttered with arousal, heart skipping at the familiar thrill. Eddie's face was hard, eyes narrowed down at you. "I don't know if you're just trying to get me pissed off, or what's going on, but let me make myself clear. I'm not going anywhere." Eddie's jaw flexed, sincere and stern. Your heart swelled. "The only way I'm leaving you or baby girl, is if the coroner is taking me away. Understand?"
You nodded, restricted by his firm grip. "You're mine, you little brat." Eddie sneered mean, but his eyes were filled with love, the same adoration those mocha irises held on your wedding day- all three of them, actually. "Think I'd want someone else? No fuckin' way, baby, you're it for me. I can't wait to have a million babies with you. Love you and fuck you for the rest of my life."
Your lip wobbled, swallowing the burn of tears that threatened to spill again. Eddie's face softened, grip loosening on your jaw. "You've just been pent up haven't you?" Eddie cooed, his hand snaking from your jaw, gliding over your soft skin and to your cheek, thumb swiping over the cheek bone.
You nodded pitifully, legs crossing and squirming. "I haven't been doing a good job with you, have I? Haven't been keeping you in your place, huh?" Eddie mocked lightly. "Been letting you be so mean for too long."
"You have." You whined pitifully, placing your hand on top of Eddie's, eyes rounding to look up at him. "I've been so mean because you won't pay attention to me."
"Oh?" Eddie's brow raised, tilting his head to the side at your omission. "So this is my fault? My fault you've been such a little brat lately?"
"Yeah." You pouted, nose crinkling with the hint of a snarl. His eyes narrowed at you. "It is, Ed, you wouldn't fuck me right." You huffed.
There she is. Eddie snorted, tongue rolling over the front of his teeth. "Is that right?" He challenged. He pulled you close by your waist, so you were flush against him. Your bump resting against his own tummy, the feeling of that stretched skin against his had his cock stirring in his jeans.
"I think you need to be reminded of your place, don't you?" Eddie challenged. "Reminded who you belong to, and that bratty girls don't get to do whatever they want."
You whimpered at his tone, heart rate picking up slightly with excitement and anticipation. Finally, he was going to give you what you want. Treat you a little rough and fuck you until you were screaming.
Eddie held your wrist in his hands, a tight grip when he pulled you towards the bedroom. You pouted slightly, but didn't complain. You'd hoped he would take you into the newly finished 'sex dungeon' hidden behind a moveable shelf in his 'office', but decided not to complain. Next time, you'd get him in there.
"You've been so mean. Saying all that mean shit to me. Who do you think you are talking to your master like that?" Eddie scolded you, lightly and enough to leave your cheeks flaming. He pulled at your longe set, loose and flowy, comfortable and all that fit with the ever growing swell of your belly.
Eddie smirked when he pushed your pants down, little lace panties that held a damp spot on the front. "I've been too easy on you." Eddie frowned down at you. "You've been a bad girl. Very bad."
You couldn't help but grin. Even while Eddie was chastising you, stern and mean, his hands rubbed the swell of your belly lightly, cupping the rounded skin protectively. Your heart fluttered, blushing and placing your hands on top of his over your belly.
"I have been." You bit your lip, lashes batting up at him. "I've been so bad, master."
"Hold on a sec before we start," Eddie paused, dominant demeanor falling for a second. "You have to stop me if it gets too much, alright? Just stop if you feel like somethings wrong the second something feels off."
You nodded. "I will, Ed."
"Safeword?" Eddie asked, like the two of you hadn't played a million times before.
"Bats." You replied with a light eye roll.
Eddie caught your chin in his hands, eyes dark. "Did you really just roll your eyes at me?" He challenged. The switch was flicked with him. Gone was the doting, sweet, lover you'd had for weeks, and back was your mean man here to put you back in your place.
You pressed your lips together, squirming under his intense gaze. "I-I didn't mean to. I'm sorry-"
"-No, you're not." Eddie sneered. "But you will be, baby, don't you worry. I'll make sure of that."
Eddie's hand went to your hair, tugging you by the root towards the bed. You whimpered, scampering with every tug. Eddie plopped down on the bed, legs spread wide on the edge. "I should get the cane." Eddie threatened, eyes dark when they looked up at you. "Should get the clamps, too. Fig your ass and give you the cane for how mean you've been. Especially when I've been so nice to you."
You whimpered at the threat. All the things you loathed; figging, the cane, the nipple clamps. You'd nearly safe worded on all of them separately, so together, you couldn't imagine. You hated the way you throbbed at the idea.
"I didn't-"
"No." Eddie snapped, jaw flexing up at you. "You've said enough. I'm sick of your mouth. Keep it shut, or I'm gonna gag you."
Your lips pressed together, postured straightening, an instant reaction to please him. "You know what I think? I think you just want attention." Eddie hummed at you. "I think you want attention, and that's why you've been so mean. Is that right?"
You stayed still. Eddie's hand cracked down on your tit, lighter than usual, but enough to make you yelp. "That was a yes or no question, so answer me." Eddie held his hand up when you opened your mouth. "I don't need to hear your voice. Shake your head yes or no."
You pouted, a shiver passing down your spine, your head bobbing gently. Eddie frowned. "That's what I thought." He sneered. "Knew there was a good girl in there somewhere. She just needs some help coming out, doesn't she? Need a little coaxing."
Eddie's hand was on your wrist, tugging you closer to his spread legs. "Don't you worry, angel, I'll get you back to being a good girl."
Eddie pulled you closer, guiding you gently over his lap. Normally, he would've yanked you over, had his hand wailing on your ass unforgivingly before you were ever settled, but he needed to be mindful of your bump. "That comfortable? Feel ok?" Eddie asked gently, rubbing a soothing hand down your spine.
Your chest filled with heat, cheeks flushing. Your bump rested between his knees, ass perched over his right leg, upturned and presented for him while your upper half laid on the bed. "'M alright, baby." You replied sweetly, a small hum of content, crossing your arms in front of you to rest your head on.
Eddie looked at you carefully. "You sure? Need a pillow or anything?"
"No, baby, I promise I'll tell you if it starts to hurt." You replied, wiggling your hips on his thigh.
Eddie leaned down, hand cradling you hip, lips brushing your cheek gently in a sweet kiss that left you blushing. His hand rubbed over the swell of your ass, mouth filling with spit. God, your ass had gotten fatter with the pregnancy. His hands kneaded, squeezing the fatty flesh. "Fuckin' delicious, baby, look at you." He rasped, a low gravely tone that made your thighs clench.
You whined lightly, every squeeze and grasp of his hands on your skin making your tummy flutter with heat. "Think I might keep you like this forever." Eddie hummed, spreading your cheeks apart, peeking at your puffy, slick lips. His fingers slipped between your legs, swiping through your drenched folds.
You mewled, back arching further at his touch. Eddie moaned loudly, swirling the fingers with your release around his tongue, eyes fluttering shut. "Christ, baby, you've never tasted better." Eddie groaned.
"Stop teasing, Ed, please." You whined, loud and nasally, lip jutting out in a pout.
Eddie's eyes flashed down at you. "Who?" He challenged, head tilting to the side menacingly at you.
"Master." You squeaked, shrinking back down into yourself in submission.
Eddie shook his head, letting out an airy, mocking scoff. "Oh yeah, you've gotten way outta line." Eddie snarled. "Went too easy on ya and now look," Eddie lifted his hand, palm cracking down on the center of your cheeks in a sharp, stinging smack. "You're just all sorts of bratty."
You gasped, had lifting and tilting back. You closed your eyes, relishing in that familiar sting that faded into a low burn, hips grinding subconsciously onto his thigh for friction.
Eddie's hand came down twice, one to each cheek, hard and loud. You squeaked, fisting the sheets. "I thought you'd be better. Thought I'd trained you better." Eddie huffed, feigning a sigh of disappointment. "But look at you. Still such a bratty little bitch, aren't you?" Eddie's hand fell heavy, four spanks on the globes of your ass.
You weren't sure if it was the pregnancy or the fact that it had been so long since he'd spanked you, but you were throbbing, that tight, burin gin coil urgently pulling tighter and tighter in the pit of your tummy. Every spank was heightened on stinging flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your aching core with every sharp smack of Eddie's hand on your ass.
Eddie's hand found your hair, fisting it and holding it into a makeshift ponytail, lifting you up. Your belly dipped deeper between his legs, back arching. Eddie brought his hand down again. "You gonna finally be a good girl for me?" He hissed in your ear. "Finally behave?"
You whimpered in response, eyes pinching in pleasure. Your hips rocked against the fabric of his jeans, lip biting. Eddie's hand crack down hard, right where the meat of your ass met the top of your thighs, one hit for each.
"You fuckin' forget how to talk, huh? All you've done for weeks is ran that bitchy little mouth at me, and now you have nothin' to say? Answer me." Eddie sneered.
"I-oh!- I'll be good, master, please." You felt close already, and Eddie wished he could say he was shocked. You'd been so sensitive, everything heightened and electrified the further you were along.
"I don't believe you." Eddie scoffed, his hand fell on your ass again, leaving you gasping, lips biting to hold back your pleasure filled moans.
Eddie guided you down gently, hand pressing to your back. He was worried about straining your spine, knowing your lower back already hurt enough. Eddie's hand fell back onto your ass, mouth watering with ever jump and ripple of your fatty skin. His cock lurched at the jiggle of your pinked flesh, splotchy with his hand marks that painted your skin.
You squirmed, gasping at the assault. "I think," Eddie started, his hand falling rhythmically from one cheek to the next, over and over again. "That you haven't learned your lesson." You whined, arching into his hand.
Eddie knew what you wanted, he knew you better than anybody. Knew what your body needed before you did. He aimed his smacks a little lower, every hit a target to the center of your cheeks, hard and sharp, hitting the same spot every time. The spot that sent vibrations to your clit, shockwaves of pleasure building. He didn't deviate from rhythm, urged on with every gasp and whine of pleasure that came from your lips, hand tightening on your hip to keep you in place while you squirmed.
"You gonna be a good girl for me?" Eddie asked, taunting and mean.
"Yes, fuck, yes I will!" You moaned, voice cracking with the small shake of a cry. Emotional release you'd held in for too long mixing with the overwhelming need to cum.
"I'll be so good, Eddie! Soo good, please, just-ugh!- Please right there! 'M so close, so close...." You panted, toes curling, hips rolling, and face crumpling from the building pleasure.
Eddie didn't let up from the same spot he'd been spanking, the red glow coming from his relenting hits. "Don't lie to me, baby." Eddie teased. "You know I don't. like. liars." Every gritted word was annunciated with a hard smack, palm flat and cracking down over the center of your ass, his heavy hand covering a good area of your ass.
"Oh!" You cried out, the last spank to your burning cheeks making your legs starts to tremble. "I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good..." You chanted, breathlessly, eyes rolling back.
Eddie flexed his leg so your hips were raised, giving you a final hard crack of his palm, the one that had that tight coil snapping, ecstasy washing over your, leaving you gushing and sobbing from the sensation. The bubble of emotion popped in your chest, leaving your wracked in sobs, writhing over his lap. Eddie continued spanking you all over, alternating from light, playful smacks covering each cheek and the top of your thighs while you came down, shaking lightly from the intensity of the orgasm.
"You gonna be my good girl?" Eddie asked. He was more so lightly patting your reddened ass now, just hard enough to sting for a second over the already irritated skin.
Your eye were glassy, wet with tears, chest heaving and shuddering. "Yeah..." You whined, nasally and breathy.
Eddie grinned, pushing your hair out of your face, smirking down at you. You looked so fucked out already, eyes shining and glossy, lips swollen and pouty from your tears and bitten lips. Eddie's hand rubbed down your abused ass, the hot flesh skating over his calloused fingers.
"Yeah, I think so too." Eddie cooed sweetly. "You're my good girl aren't ya? Just need to be reminded sometimes, don't ya?"
"Yeah..." You sighed, just as breathy and dreamily as before.
"C'mere, lil mama." Eddie smirked, shaking his head. He helped you up slowly, pulling you onto his lap gently, cradling you against him. You could feel his erection on your hip, prodding into your skin from beneath his zipper.
Eddie's hands stroked over your cheeks, wiping your stray tears away, pillowy lips kissing at the salty, wet skin, nose nuzzling into the flesh. "My sweet girl, aren't you?" He cooed. "Feel better?"
You nodded, nosing towards his cradling palm. "Much better." You muttered, eyes lifting to him. "Thank you, baby."
Eddie smirked. "You don't ever have to thank me, baby. I'm happy to help, anytime." He winked at you. "That was ok? You feel ok?"
You nodded, brows furrowing lightly before looking up at him. "Are you not going to fuck me?" You asked bluntly.
Eddie laughed loudly, shaking his head at you. Still so bratty. He couldn't blame you. You were a woman who knew what she wanted. "I was getting to that." He pressed his nose to yours, rubbing it back and forth against yours. "Have a little patience, hm?"
You gave a light giggle. "Not my strong suit, baby, you know that." You batted your eyes cheekily up at him.
Eddie scoffed loudly, nose pushing the air out harshly. "Yeah, no shit. Been with you a while, honey, I picked up on that." He chided sarcastically.
"Yeah? Must like it then if you stick around." You challenged, the hazy fog from your orgasm clearing lightly.
"Fuckin' love it." Eddie breathed sincerely, hand cradling your cheek, tilting your head back, lips hovering over yours. "Wouldn't have you any other way. My perfect girl."
His kiss was sweet, passionate- not the usual kiss you got after such a rough scene. Normally it was teeth clashing, lips gnashing and biting, angry and fighting for dominance. No, this one was tender, full of so much love, mimicking the night Eddie proposed to you in Malibu.
Eddie fucked you slow and deep, hips rolling into yours, body pressed over yours mindful of your bump. His fingers intertwined with yours, face in your neck, your legs around his hips while he rocked into you, deep brushes of his cock inside you that had you you coming undone easily over and over again.
You knew Eddie would be a great dad. You had no doubt about it. You only wondered how he'd handle two girls he could never say no to.
this one is for @lilpotatobean2 bc I know these two are your faves haha :)
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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒.
DAY EIGHT OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN
prompt: cult au + “do you like it when i bleed for you?”
pairing: cult leader!din djarin x f!reader
genre: explicit smut, minors dni
summary: din initiates you into the cult.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: dubcon (power imbalance), manipulation, innocence kink, corruption kink, blood/blood kink, blowjob, soft dom!din kinda
Your eyes follow the man in armor in front of you.
It’s just you and him, no one else. No one to hear you scream or beg while you are initiated. He removes the plates of his arms one by one, the majority of his armor staying along with his helmet. There’s a fire burning behind him. The flickering orange and yellow bathes his armor in light and you stare, mesmerized by how shadows deepen all around his armor.
“You can’t leave after this,” he says, voice modulated. “You will be one of us.”
“Can I see your face then?” you ask innocently, batting his eyes at him. He tilts his head, observing your soft smile and clutched thighs. You want to see him. Be with him. He had been protecting you for years, looking out for you, teaching you the way and how to live a happy life. He’d told you once, how he cared for you, but couldn’t give you a name or show you his face until you were properly initiated. That was the creed.
He stills for a moment. You see the tension building in his muscles and doubt begins to swirl in your chest. You want to please him and the thought of saying something that might upset him makes your stomach churn.
“Yes,” he answers finally, every word pronounced carefully. “I don’t show my face to anyone though, I want you to remember that and know how special you are to me. Understood?”
You nod and he shakes his head, “Use your words mesh’la. Use my name, it’s Din.”
“Yes, Din,” you answer. Your cheeks warm up. His name hits your tongue just right, as if your mouth is made to repeat his name over and over again.
Satisfied, he nods and pulls out a sharp dagger from his waist. The gleam catches your eye and your pulse quickens. You have no idea how the initiation works, your excitement courses through your veins, and pounds in your ears. His visor reflects your wide-eyed expression.
“On your knees,” he says.
You quickly obey, ignoring how the stone scrapes your skin. He displays his forearm, bringing the sharp edge of the dagger to his skin. Din cuts himself slowly, blood trickling instantly from the long wound. Your heart jumps, eyes going wide. You almost feel a cut of your own tingling over your forearm and it pains you to see him bleeding.
But also, you know this is not something he does for everyone.
Your pupils dilate, mouth flooding with saliva with the prospect of pressing your lips against the crimson blood.
“Repeat after me,” he says, drawing you away from your disrespectful thoughts. You nod. The blood ebbs like spiderwebs across his skin, coiling around his bare wrist and dripping from his fingers to the cold stone ground.
He begins, voice soft and words slow, “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors. . .”
“I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors. . .” you repeat dutifully.
“that I shall walk the way of the mand’alore. . .”
“that I shall walk the way of the mand’alore. . .”
“and the words of the creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”
“and the words of the creed shall be forever forged in my heart. . .”
“This is the way.”
“This is the way.”
He curls two bloody fingers under your chin and tilts your head further up. You feel the warmth of his essence on your skin, the scent of iron filling your nostrils. “Do you like it when I bleed for you?”
“Yes,” you answer without thought, feeling the blood moving down your neck, following the path between your breasts. He slightly bends his knees, leaning over you as he tugs your bottom lip down with his thumb. You exhale when he smears the tender flesh with his blood, marking you, and you taste him.
He sighs, “Maker, I can’t wait to ruin you.”
Din pulls away and you lick the blood from your lips. Oddly enough he tastes sweet to you, even though you know it’s impossible. Your eyes drop to the front of his pants where he unzips himself, your mouth goes dry at the size of his hard cock. He’s not too long, but the thickness of it is enough for you to shudder with pleasure.
“Have you ever sucked cock before?” he asks, coming closer and tracing your lips with his bloody fingers. Insticeticly, you part your lips and he slips them inside, he groans as you swirl your tongue, cleaning him off.
“No,” you answer. “It never seemed that appealing to me.”
“How about now?”
The drop of his voice, the rasp beneath the words, all of it makes your mind go completely blank. Silent. You swallow around his fingers. He withdraws his fingers, “It’s very tempting,” you breathe out, tongue swiping over your bottom lip.
Din ignores your answer, “Open your mouth. Wide,” he groans and when you do, he pushes himself inch by inch into your mouth. Tears build in your eyes and he cradles the side of your face with one hand, keeping you still. He doesn’t stop until you’re choking around him, a moan echoing from underneath the helmet.
Tears fall one by one as he begins to thrust his hips, burying his cock down your throat with every move. You brace yourself by placing your palm on his thighs. The muscles bulge underneath your hands. Arousal pools between your legs. He’s using you just like you wanted, owning you and making you yours.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” his head tilts back, pushing you down until your nose is buried within the dark curls. You can barely breathe. The mixture of precome and blood heavy on your tongue. You feel him pulse as your throat convulses around him, then he pulls back, a growl reaching your ears. “My sweet girl, always so eager to please.”
Din pulls out slowly and you can feel the slickness on your tongue. His hand slides from your chin up the side of your head. His rough thumb traces your lower lip. You can feel his gaze like a brand on your skin. he takes a deep breath and exhales before taking himself into his hand. The head of his cock is an angry shade of red, precome glistening beautifully at the slit.
Before he can command it, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. He fists himself before spilling his hot cum all over your lips and chin, dripping down your face. His moans and whimpers are beautiful, a sight only you’re allowed to see.
There’s so much of it, his cock continuously twitches and throbs in his hand. He ruins you, just like he promised. Staining you with his seed. Your insides clench when you imagine Din coming inside instead of on your face.
When he’s finished, he tucks himself back into his pants and reaches for his helmet.
“As promised,” he says, voice hoarse, scratching your ears just right.
You finally see the real face of the man in armor.
And he’s beautiful.
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Puppy Interview~ Drew Starkey
Summary: Literally one of the best interview ways to ever be created
This had to be the best day of your life. You were a huge fan of the Buzzfeed Puppy Interviews so of course you were on board when they mentioned you guys doing it. You guys were doing it in groups; you, Drew, Maddy, and Austin in one and then Madison, Cleo, JD, and Chase in the other.
“I’m Y/N”
“I’m Drew Starkey.”
“I’m Madelyn Cline.”
“And I’m Austin North.”
“And we’re the cast of Outer Banks-” You started but Madelyn cut you off, too excited to hold it in, “And this is the best day of my life.”
Everyone let out a laugh at the blonde but you were all as equally excited but you guys were all better at hiding it.
“Spoiler alert, if you haven’t watched the season, go do that and then come back!” Austin warned and you all agreed.
The season had only been out for a few days and you knew not everyone would have had a chance to either watch it or finish it and you knew the questions would be about this season and didn’t want to have it spoiled for anyone.
“Bring in the puppies!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands in excitement. You all sat anxiously, waiting for them to bring in the puppies. You let out a gasp as a little tan husky made its way over to you, “Hi, baby!”
You held out your hand for it so smell and laughed when it started nibbling on your fingers, “Oh, I’m not doing anything for this interview.”
Drew had immediately been swarmed when he laid down as the puppies all decided to attack him. You held the little puppy against your chest as you used your hand to wave his paw at Drew, “Who knew it only took 5 puppies to take down a 6’0 man?”
The group let out a laugh before the first question was pulled up.
‘What was it like filming on location for all of the ‘Poguelandia’ scenes in season 3?’
“I barely have an attention span so this is going to be impossible,” you started, “I will say, it was surreal to be able to go to Barbados. If you had told me even when the show started that we would be traveling to the beautiful Barbados, I probably would have laughed.”
Drew could tell your attention was slipping away from the question and answered, “We got to film in Barbados- the beautiful country of Barbados, the people there are so welcoming and it’s-gorgeous, ohhh.” His attention immediately disappeared as a black Labrador hopped in his lap. He could make fun of you all he wanted but he easily got just as distracted as you by puppies.
“I will say, I’m upset that my time in Barbados on-set was spent inside of a house rather than being outside like the Pogues.”
‘What was your favorite behind-the-scenes memory from filming season 3 of Outer Banks?’
“It felt like we show two seasons, the one they shot in Barbados and the one we all shot in Charleston and they’re all just gonna merge into one.” Austin explained, playing with a husky.
Whoever decided they were all mature enough to do this interview, clearly underestimated them. This was going to take forever to get through.
“I liked the fact that we kept the ‘where’s y/n’ group chat going.” Maddy laughed as they all agreed. You held the puppy up in front of you as you talked to it in a baby voice, “They’re so mean, aren’t they?”
‘What has been your favorite plot twist on Outer Banks so far? *Spoiler Alert!*
“My father faking his suicide.” Madelyn answered
“It was pretty gnarly…Rafe’s haircut.” Austin said as Drew agreed, “It’s pretty bug.”
“Uh…the fact that Big John was actually alive still completely blew my mind.” You answered, leaning back as they puppy walked across your chest. Drew leaned over and pulled down your skirt, to make sure nothing was showing. You sent him a grateful smile but quickly pouted when the husky walked over to him.
‘What’s a role people would be surprised to find out you auditioned for, but didn’t get?’
“I auditioned for John b, unsurprisingly did not get it.” Drew answered, while petting the husky that was beginning to fall asleep in his lap. Another puppy had taken it upon himself to come over and plop down in your lap while playing with a toy as you answered, “I actually got a roll in ‘After We Collided’ but turned it down after I booked Outer Banks.”
“Wait, you turned it down?” Maddy asked, leaning forward to look at you, “Why? That would have been amazing?”
You shrugged, turning your attention to the puppy, “I had to figure out which one I would have enjoyed doing more and I made the right choice.”
‘Who’s the most famous person who has DM’d you?’
You all let out a laugh before the awkward silence happened. None of you wanted to answer this question. Not wanting to betray anyone’s trust.
“Amanda Seyfried messaged me,” Madelyn laughed, “I was actually pretty excited about that.”
“Uh…Selena Gomez messaged me to tell me how much of a fan of the show she was and I almost peed myself from how starstruck I was.” You answered, “but that’s all I’m saying.”
“Um…Y/N L/N DM’d me once,” Drew grinned, looking over at you, trying not to move as much because the husky was sleeping on his legs, “changed my life.”
‘If you could have any other actor make a cameo on Outer Banks, who would it be?’
“Danny Devito.” Madelyn picked
“The Rock.”
“Elizabeth Olsen or Sophie Turner.” You gushed and everyone let out a laugh, “I love both of them with my whole heart.”
Drew patted your knee with a laugh, “We know, baby. We know.”
You rolled your eyes as you pushed his hand off of your leg, “Says the one in love with Pedro Pascal.”
‘If you could play any other Outer Banks character besides your own, who would you wanted to play?’
“I’d play Shoupe.” Maddy answered with no hesitation as you snapped your fingers at her, “I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to have a mustache. But, I think I’d like to be either John B or Rose.”
“Those are two very different characters.” Austin pointed out with a laugh as Drew and Maddy agreed, “John B always has something going on and I just wanna be apart of that thought process, ya know? And Rose? She just sits at home and drinks all day. The epitome of a housewife.”
‘Have your real-life friendships influenced the characters at all, especially now after three seasons together?’
“I think it’s obvious that Drew, Austin, and I are very different from our characters,” You started, “but I think after working together for three years, we’ve all kind of found a way to bring our characters to a bond because clearly, our characters would do anything for each other and I think all of us would do anything for each other, even robbing a train if it came down to it.”
“As JJ said, ‘Like they’re going to think a guy wearing flip flops is involved in a robbery’” Austin spoke causing you all to laugh. The puppy nipped at your fingers, drawing your attention down to it. You pouted your lip out at the puppy before turning to look at Drew, who was focused on the still sleeping husky in his lap, “Can’t we just take him home?”
Drew shook his head at you as you held the dog out to him, speaking for the dog, “Please, take me home. I’m potty trained and everything.” You popped your head out from behind the puppy as Austin and Maddy laughed at the two of you. You had been trying to convince Drew for over a year to get another dog but he wasn’t budging, “We already have a dog, buddy.”
“Party pooper.” You mumbled, placing the dog back in your lap
‘Y/N, what was like for Y/C/N to finally realize Rafe was as bad as everyone said he was?’
“Uh, first off, rude.” Drew held up one of his fingers before looking over at you, “And two, how you answer this, depends on if we get another dog.”
Narrowing your eyes at him, you spoke up, “It was a little hard at first. Y/C/N was very oblivious to what Rafe was doing at the start but I think this season, she finally came to realize that he stopped caring about their relationship a long time ago. You can definitely tell she struggled a lot with trying to figure out if she should just stay on the sidelines like she always did or if she should break up with him.”
“I was more surprised with the writers having Y/C/N turn on Rafe,” Maddy added, “I think that was also one of the biggest plot twists none of us saw coming.”
‘What’s the last show you binge watched?’
“Game of thrones.” Maddy quietly spoke, playing with the dog laying in front of her
“Love Island. Madison and I started watching it together,” you started but Drew cut you off quietly, “I haven’t seen it yet.”
You looked at him in confusion, “When-you’re never at our apartment when Madison and I watch it.”
“Becauuse I don’t want to impose on girls night.” He told you, causing you to giggle, “and yet you always somehow do, don’t you?”
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a Jackie Taylor character analysis
or, why—
[I'm serious btw. this is ~3800 words, or about 15 minutes reading time.]
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The Facts of the Case
"For the record... I was trying to save you."
Jackie. 1996, 1x02
(Nothing else Jackie ever says sums up who she is more succinctly than that.)
Our first real introduction to Jackie Taylor as a character—the first shot of her bedroom scene in 1x01—is a framed photo of her sitting close to Shauna, at a party. This is also the very first protagonist-centric character scene of the entire show; from the outset, we are told that the relationship between Jackie and Shauna will be critically important to the narrative. They are best friends, it's implied they do practically everything together, and right from their very first scenes we see how important they are to each other.
Yet likewise from the beginning, we see the fractures between them.
Shauna hides her acceptance to Brown from Jackie, and is uncomfortable with the assumption that she will be following her friend to Rutgers. She disapproves of Jackie's boyfriend sneaking out of her room, and is frustrated by Jackie telling her what to wear and who to hook up with. She is visibly upset at seeing Jackie and her boyfriend together at a party, and, on the way home, has sex with said boyfriend.
Jackie makes her boyfriend drop her off from the party first, forcing Shauna to wait much longer to get home. After Shauna chooses a rival plan for survival over hers, she gives her the cold shoulder, even actively tries to make her jealous. Jackie steals and reads Shauna's journal, and outs her pregnancy to the rest of the team. She sleeps with the only eligible man in the wilderness, just to try and hurt Shauna.
Jackie and Shauna may care deeply about each other, but we see them spending an awful lot of time driving wedges into the space between themselves.
So why do they behave this way? Why does Jackie fidget sadly with her necklace, why does she look at Shauna the way she does before giving the necklace to her, why is she so heartbroken over a boy she says she barely even likes, why is she so crestfallen at the idea Shauna lost her virginity without telling her, why does she pull Travis away at Doomcoming and look back at Shauna the whole time? Why does Shauna seem to think Jackie has abruptly backtracked with Jeff, why is she so disapproving when she sees Jackie leave Doomcoming with Travis, or when she sees Jeff leave her house? Why does she look so heartbroken when she sees Jackie and Jeff dancing together at the party? Why are they both so hurt and hardened towards each other at the end of it all, and yet why does Shauna's heart still seize in anguish the next morning?
I believe all of those questions have the same, straightforward answer:
Before the crash, Jackie and Shauna were hooking up with each other in secret, and never mentioning a word of it—let alone talking through their feelings for each other.
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Some Mysteries Are Better Left Unsolved
"[Jeff and I have] been together for so long that if we're each others' firsts, then we'll be linked forever. It's more poetic that way. Oh! That reminds me—I decided on a color palette for our room at Rutgers next year."
Jackie. 1996, 1x01
They make an unspoken habit of it; one always dragging the other away at parties after a few drinks under the pretense of mere friendly accompaniment. Jackie is reluctant to go all the way with her boyfriend Jeff; even after four years together, something always holds her back. She knows (or strongly believes, anyway, which is the same thing) that that's not entirely normal, and she wants more than anything to be normal, so she takes it in stages. She builds up to it with her boyfriend—slowly—and with her best friend—less slowly, but more comfortably. And it's fine—because Shauna is a girl, after all. Nothing they do together even counts. It's just fun. It's practice, for the real thing. It doesn't count.
But tipsy trysts alone aren't enough to fully explain the dynamic we see. Jackie had a change of heart regarding Jeff—what happened? Shauna seems a little hurt but also genuinely confused that they're back together at the beginning of the show, and even more so that Jackie intends to sleep with him 'for real' before college. I don't believe guilt over her actions fully accounts for her reaction. No, there is something else here, too; I think that, as important as Jackie and Shauna's clandestine hookups are to their dynamic, just as important is the fact that at some point they end. It's Jackie who puts a stop to them, possibly in the midst of the final time it happens.
I think Jackie, at a party some time around the beginning of the show—and maybe even giddy with the fresh excitement of a game or championship win—allows herself to be swept away in the moment with her best friend. Maybe she catches herself about to push too far with Shauna, about to venture into territory that she would have real trouble pretending "doesn't count," even with alcohol and adrenaline buzzing through her veins. Maybe she catches herself wishing that this could be her normal, that she could be with Shauna instead of Jeff. The specifics aren't what matters.
I think Jackie has long been vaguely aware that what she feels for Shauna falls outside of what you would expect for a friend, even a best friend. Normally, she doesn't give it a second thought; it's Shauna, of course it feels different. This time, though, she has a moment of extreme clarity about what exactly it is they're doing, and what it means that she wants it. More specifically, Jackie realizes what it says about her that she craves everything with Shauna that she cannot bring herself to crave with Jeff.
Jackie is in love with her best friend—and that makes her gay.
Jackie realizes, and the knowledge terrifies her.
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The Necklace
"And, here... it's a good-luck charm. Now nothing can touch you."
Jackie. 1996, 1x01
Our attention is drawn to Jackie's heart pendant four times in the pilot episode. In order: we see it on the body of the girl hunted in the cold open, we see Jackie fidget with it after brushing her teeth, we see her fidget with it again during the pep rally, and we see her give it to Shauna on the airplane before takeoff. Three of the four scenes feature Jackie, with only the first finding her absent. That initial sighting certainly seems the most cryptic—we learn very quickly that it's Jackie's necklace, so why is someone else wearing it?
While we would need to see through Shauna's eyes to truly satisfy that question, for now at least the fourth scene—in the airplane—provides an answer: the necklace has nomadic tendencies. Jackie gives it as a protective charm to Shauna, who doesn't seem at all surprised by the gesture. Quite the contrary, exchanging the heart feels more like a known ritual between the two, maybe even first established during the trip to Hilton Head that Jackie references in preamble. (This ritual will be repeated—in the other direction—when Shauna gives Jackie a pep talk in 1x05.) Shauna holds the pendant close, clutching it with her entire fist. The thing seems just as precious to her now as it does to Jackie in the remaining scenes; perhaps it was originally a gift from one to the other?
Regardless of whether or not we are meant to infer that the necklace was a gift, in the pep rally scene we are explicitly shown that Jackie does strongly associate it with Shauna. It's a very brief moment in comparison to the full scene we get on the airplane—just one look exchanged, a set of smiles shared. After the Yellowjackets stream into the gym and line up to victorious music, Shauna looks past Lottie over to Jackie. And Jackie is already looking back, smiling as she plays with the heart pendant. Shauna's own grin widens, full and genuine, until it reaches all the way to her eyes. Jackie savors the look for a moment, then glances away, smile unbroken... her goal seemingly achieved.
What goal?
The bathroom scene is an even quicker blip than the gym, yet I believe it's the most impactful and telling of the four. One single shot with a punch-in. Jackie brushes her teeth quickly and then gazes in the mirror, looking forlorn as she fiddles with the necklace. On its own this one scene is not particularly remarkable—its true significance comes from the two others it glues together.
The scene preceding is the aforementioned bedroom introduction. Jackie is in bed with Jeff and he is clearly pushing their activities farther than she finds comfortable. Jackie fakes it to get things over with, powering through as he tells her he loves her. She lets Jeff think he's doing well... and as her immediate reward is coaxed into reciprocating his advances, and then some.
Jackie scrubs her teeth violently. She is unhappy.
The scene following is the car ride with Shauna where we learn that Jackie has suddenly gotten back together with Jeff. When Shauna brings him up, Jackie laughs and shrugs it off, but not before a flash of nervousness escapes in her chuckle—she tries twice to change the subject away from her boyfriend, only finding success once they pass a sign prompting her to talk shit on the boys' baseball team by singing the praises of the girls' own soccer team. Jackie leans out the window as her best friend rolls her eyes and giggles at her antics.
Jackie whoops for joy. She is happy.
Viewed as a whole, the sequence paints a clear picture: Jackie does not truly want to be with her boyfriend. She is unhappy both while and after she is alone with Jeff, happy while alone with Shauna, and while truly alone between the two encounters, draws some kind of strength from the necklace we know she associates with Shauna. In the car, she is eager to turn conversation away from her boyfriend and onto her best friend.
In her mind, everything she's doing with Jeff, everything she's letting him do with her? She is doing it to save her friendship with Shauna. She is working to build plausible deniability.
"I have a curfew too, you know."
"Yeah, but... you know what my parents are like."
Shauna and Jackie. 1996, 1x01
Conformity is the only weapon Jackie has against her parents' expectations, and naturally she is an expert in its misuse. Plausible deniability is the only tool at her disposal to avoid scaring Shauna away, and so Jackie picks up a double major. Half her work is already done; it's not like they'd ever talked about what they were doing or what it meant, so she can count on Shauna to never bring it up—as long as Jackie withdraws to the safety of being normal best friends.
If Shauna knew the truth, if she knew what Jackie cannot un-know... she would walk away, their friendship ruined, and it would be Jackie's fault. It would be Jackie's fault for being this way, and so the other half of her work must be undertaken. Jeff is living proof that whatever they've done together wasn't real, that Jackie could never be interested in her friend that way. Jeff, therefore, must stay, so that Shauna will stay. Jackie must be strong, for Shauna.
Each of the three necklace scenes Jackie has in the pilot shows us something very specific about her relationship to Shauna. On the airplane, Jackie wraps Shauna in her love—for protection. In the privacy of her bathroom, Jackie wraps herself in Shauna's love—for strength.
And in the gym, in public, Jackie suns herself in the warmth of their friendship—her strength rewarded.
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Abandonment and the Wilderness
"What did I do? When did you stop wanting me to be your best friend?"
Jackie. 1996, 1x07
The thought of Shauna replacing her with another is something Jackie dreads above almost all else. Whether in conflict, in resolution, or both, most of the battles and the skirmishes that we see play out between the two revolve around this fear.
Shauna gets upset and causes trouble at the party in the woods before seeming hurt that Jackie hasn't complimented her, so Jackie attempts reassurance by emphasizing how important their friendship is. Her choice of approach here seems at least partly motivated by a guilty conscience (with a side of projection): deep down, she knows that she is trying to replace Shauna... with Jeff. Jackie feels guilty for ending their hookups in favor of her boyfriend, so she assuages that guilt by firmly stating no, Shauna, you're not going anywhere. Jeff could never be my best friend. Only you. This fight ends when Shauna confirms she understands her importance to Jackie.
(As an aside, the timid "Hi" and "Are... are we cool?" Jackie greets Shauna with after the team-building exercise have such a soft lilt to them that they seem decidedly more than friendly.)
After the crash, Shauna snubs Jackie's plan for survival in favor of Taissa's—so Jackie gets buddy-buddy with Mari. Here, Jackie nakedly projects her fear through her actions: Shauna wants to choose Tai over Jackie, well, we'll see how she likes it when Jackie chooses Mari over Shauna. Things are only patched over between them when Shauna comes to Jackie with extra blankets saying she is scared and needs her best friend. Jackie melts at once.
This next one is not really a fight, but does involve reassurance: when the team grows annoyed with Jackie for not pitching in, Shauna pulls her aside to try and find something she can do. Jackie flunks out of badass butchering school, so Shauna switches gears to attempt a pep talk, which goes badly until she lands on the winning words.
"You taught me how to be like this, you know. You make people think things are gonna be okay, just by showing up and being your dumb, hot, awesome self. At least you always did that for me."
Shauna. 1996, 1x05
Jackie softens, but holds firm on putting a knife through a deer knee, which Shauna accepts, but counters that Jackie still needs to find something to do. "We need you, Jackie." Shauna pulls out her trump card—she returns the heart pendant to its place around Jackie's neck. "I mean, you're basically the best, remember?" she says. Jackie preens, and a hug seals the deal.
By the time Taissa leads her ill-fated expedition away from the cabin, Shauna has been sneaking around around conspiring with her for a while, so Jackie jumps on the opportunity to corner her and demand an answer. This fight also happens to be when Jackie finally gives voice to the worry she carries; she openly wonders what she could have done to make Shauna want to replace her. And again, the fight ends not so much when Shauna spills a half-truth, but when Shauna allows her to simply be there. Jackie's relief is palpable as she stays cheerful for her best friend, wrapping her in maybe the tightest hug we see throughout the entire show.
Throughout the entire season, virtually all conflict between Jackie and Shauna can ultimately be solved—in Jackie's view, at least—by a reassurance that they will still be best friends no matter what. That is the core of the matter to Jackie, the driving force behind everything she does; she can withstand any blow, weather any storm as long as her best friend remains by her side. Shauna's love will carry her through.
Jackie fears being replaced, because more than anything... she fears being unloved.
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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
"It's funny, I used to pretend I didn't know if I loved Jeff, when the truth is: I didn't even like him that much. And I was so mad at Shauna, but now I realize she's right! Friendship doesn't matter. Love? Doesn't matter. They're just things we use to pretend like we aren't gonna end up like dead cabin guy, like rotted-out husks in some bullshit attic. But of course that's how it ends. That's all we are the whole time. It doesn't matter. We're just shells with nothing inside."
Jackie. 1996, 1x09
Whatever reassurance Jackie has gleaned by the time of the pregnancy half-confession is shattered once again by the revelations contained in Shauna's journal—and yet, she doesn't seem to give up on Shauna entirely... until the end of their explosive argument.
Jackie spends the bulk of 1x08 and 1x09 depressed, bitchy, and passive-aggressive, yes—but through it all, she tries to make things work. She outs Shauna's pregnancy to lend urgency to Laura Lee's mission, but conspicuously deflects questions about the father, despite having the opportunity to go for the jugular. She does her Doomcoming preparations side by side with Shauna, makes her entrance to the party itself next to Shauna; continues to smile at Shauna when she's not looking.
Jackie doesn't cut ties with Shauna—to the contrary, she gives her multiple opportunities to course-correct. When Shauna confronts her about spilling the secret of her pregnancy to the group, Jackie responds with "It's not really the time to be keeping secrets." While wandering through the forest together picking flowers for decoration, Jackie brings up Rutgers before asking "You ever think about what we'd be doing if we hadn't crashed?" and stating—even more plainly—"What if this is it, Shauna? Everything we did, everything we didn't do? All the mistakes that we made, it's like... permanent." In both cases, Jackie knows what Shauna is still trying to keep from her—Jeff, Brown—and is handing her an opening to come clean.
When Shauna deflects away from her mistakes, Jackie scoffs. "Well, I was naïve. I realize that now," she muses.
Jackie still looks back at Shauna to make sure her friend is watching as she leaves the dance on her way to sleep with Travis; to make sure she cares. Just like she did with Mari at the lake, Jackie is trying to inflame Shauna's jealousy—all the way up until the very end, right up to the moment when uncertainty becomes lost to her entirely, Jackie still holds onto hope that deep down, Shauna cares for her.
In her attic confession to Travis, Jackie contrasts friendship with love—directly after explicitly stating that she never loved Jeff.
She is very obviously talking about Shauna.
Shauna was supposed to be the one person who truly loved her. The one person who loved Jackie, not as a soccer captain (like the team did), or as just a girl (like her boyfriend did), or as the mirage of perfect daughter (like her parents did), but loved her as her, as Jackie. Shauna's journal reveals even that to be a lie.
Jackie sees now... she sees that none of it matters.
The curse of the viewer is that we see what Jackie never does. We see morning light fall on the snow, sparkling. We see Shauna fall on her knees, screaming. We see the inhabited meat shed, and the pyre, and the bacchanal, and the empty meat shed, and the bridge and the uniform and the childhood bedroom. Jackie, however, is neither prophetic nor clairvoyant; all she sees is an incomplete account of Shauna's actions. She certainly doesn't see the whole picture, can't imagine the chain of events that drove Shauna to such extremes. Jackie is hurt, not over Jeff—though he provides her with a convenient excuse to the others—but over what Shauna being willing to sleep with him says to her about how Shauna must view their friendship.
Shauna has told her that love and friendship don't matter. The romantic love Jackie knew she didn't feel for Jeff, the romantic love she believed Shauna didn't feel for her, and the platonic love she believed Shauna did; none of them mattered, none of them ever existed. Jackie shaped herself into a shell by pretending, a shell perfectly tailored to accept what Shauna was willing to give—only to find that what her friend really handed to her was rotting faster than Jackie could build the husk around it. But it's not until the night after Doomcoming that Shauna twists the knife in Jackie's heart, removing any last shred of doubt.
And that, more than anything else, is what breaks Jackie in the end; the knowledge that Shauna never cared for her.
"I'm sure everyone back home is so FUCKING sad to be losing their perfect little princess, but they'll never know how tragic, and boring, and insecure you really are. Or how high school was the best your life was EVER gonna get."
"Fuck you."
Shauna and Jackie. 1996, 1x10
"I don't even know who you are anymore."
"Or maybe you never did."
The last words Jackie and Shauna ever spoke to each other. 1996, 1x10
Jackie was trying her best, she really was. She offered Shauna her love in the form of everything she endured to keep Jeff in front of her, and therefore to keep their friendship intact. Shauna knows Jeff is her boyfriend, she knows he's off-limits, and yet she gets pregnant by him anyway. Jeff is Jackie's shield (her beard; not that she would know THAT term), her proof that all is right and she can be normal. Shauna ripped that protection away from her. From Jackie's perspective, she saw Shauna take her love, crush it underfoot, and spit right in her face. Not only does Shauna not love her back the way Jackie wants, but she doesn't love her even as a friend.
Jackie is, at this point, totally convinced that no scrap even of the friendship she was so desperately clinging to really exists. Everything she feels for Shauna is unrequited—everything except, of course, the anger and the hurt. So when her attempt to banish Shauna backfires and she is told to leave instead, Jackie listens; she walks outside to reenact the ending of Romeo & Juliet.
Jackie tried hard, so hard, not to let her baggage—her longing—ruin her most valued friendship, or push away the most important person in her life... and in the end it was all for nothing. She lost her anyway.
Or worse, she never even had her in the first place.
On her way to oblivion, Jackie dreams of being loved.
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If you read all the way to the end here, you're the best, especially cause tumblr posts are so <--> narrow. I'm sorry for leaving things on such a downer note... but Yellowjackets do be that way.
this has been Jackie's side of things—I have a partially-written follow-up half from Shauna's perspective, but it has proven even harder to stick to some semblance of objectivity when arguing from Shauna's POV than it was for Jackie. if this one resonates with people I might refactor and finish part 2, we'll see.
in the meantime though, if you agree with my conclusions in this essay and hunger for a taste of Shauna's side, check out this "Jackie lives" fic I wrote:
featuring 4k of Tai trying to get Shauna to use her words, followed by 6k of Shauna's words! I wrote it between bouts of working on this (some snippets I cut from the Shauna section for being too un-essay-like made it in there), and it pretty much assumes everything I talk about here, both Jackie's-character-wise and jackieshauna-history-wise, holds true. except, of course, the part where Jackie stays dead lol
later haters (mari and crew)
#hey brain worms will you leave me alone now? no? okay#yellowjackets#jackie taylor#jackieshauna#yellowjackets spoilers#essay#amys stuff ig
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Unravelling Solomon (Pt. II): Random Solomon observations and theories
Do you know what staying locked inside a basement with barely any sunlight does to a child's immunity system?
He's as pale as snow and his body has developed an aversion too much natural light and heat (he keeps the AC on in his room all the time in Purgatory Hall) because his body is just used to it.
His childlike reaction to any games the brothers or other characters might play or even his usual cheerful reactions to general chaos happening in the house - it shows exactly how the smallest things make him happy. And to someone who grew up with nothing but his own company, anything is fun.
(my whole heart ACK-)
The way he's just willing to come over just for a hug - he's so touch-starved it hurts. And we also see that physical touch gives him comfort especially when he's upset.
Perhaps the only comfort he could have was wrapping his own arms around him to keep warm. And you'll notice it when he hugs you, he lingers longer than anyone else and doesn't let go until you do.
Remember this from the "Just Kidding" event? It was stuck in my mind for a long time because the moment I heard the usually confident and carefree Solomon revert to this in his child form, I knew something was very very wrong with his childhood.
And man when his backstory was revealed...it's so much worse than I imagined. I just to want to hold this man forever.
And look at how he reacts when has to let go of a pet he merely kept for a week (in the Raise event). He forms connections so deeply even in such a short amount of time, dedicating so much time worrying and overthinking about the other's welfare.
Is it any wonder that he's the one who chased is down through time? You think this man here would ever be okay leaving you alone if he doesn't know for sure that you are safe? Yeah never.
That confident, shit-eating grin is just for show. Behind closed doors he's a scared child clinging tightly to the person he loves so much because he's afraid he'll wake up alone in that dark basement again.
#obey me#obey me solomon#obey me screenshots#obey me rant#obey me angst#its 6:23 am and Im rambling about Solomon#OBSESSED BEHAVIOUR AHHHHH HELP-#obey me spoilers
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If you're still taking writing requests or suggestions, may I suggest the 5wirl boys comforting reader after the reader has a nightmare about losing them?
The timing of this ask lol I've been having weird (or interesting depending on the view) nightmares recently as well so some comfort after the disturbing experience would be very appreciated indeed. That aside, my personal headcannon is that all of the anemo boys have nightmares quite regularly, too. So, they'd probably understand better than anyone :)
──⚝ venti
If Venti's not passed out from drinking, it takes little hue and cry for him to notice. At first, he'd freak out a little, checking you over for injuries or anything of that sort. Then, he sighs in relief realizing it was just a nightmare that'd gotten you upset. Immediately, his whole countenance changes and he's guiding you to his hold, rocking you back and forth and vanishing your worries with the bestest melodies. His songs aren't just mere tunes, they're full on declaration of his eternal sentiment — you honestly become a little flustered in your sleepy haze. Venti has no shame admitting what he feels for you though, that cheeky smile you've come to adore never leaving his lips. And even if Venti was passed out from drinking, his tight embrace alone would reassure you that he'd never leave you or let you leave him.
──⚝ aether
One word : panic. He's immediately frantically trying to calm you down, holding you, wiping your tears, making funny faces to bring a smile to your face — the whole shebang. It's almost like you're a child he'd accidentally upsetted instead and when nothing works, starts crying with you, too. You're confused, he's confused and this abnormal reaction calms you down enough to croak out the reason of this predicament. Aether stops dead in the middle of wiping the tears off his face, deadpans and pulls your cheeks. Silly, silly, silly — take a good look at the state he's in, he'd rather drown in his own tears than ever leaving you.
──⚝ kaedehara kazuha
The calmest of the boys, he handles the situation so well that he deserves an award. When he's woken from his sleep with a perturbed you by his side, he's already cradling you in the safest embrace, whispering sweet nothings. He doesn't directly coax you to share your mind, but all his lulling actions offer such a sense of security you cannot help but bare your heart out to him. He's not deterred from his ministrations, either. Ever so intuitive, he guesses something else must've happened for your brain to conjure up something like that. Perhaps it was a person? That could be likely considering his idol disposition. Kazuha frowns, turning you to face him eye-to-eye, his hands hold yours firmly in an oath and he confesses that he belongs, and will forever belong to you and solely you ; this would be changed by no one, not even your subconscious.
──⚝ xiao
I think we all can agree he'd have the most nightmares out of all the anemo boys. Therefore, it's usually you comforting him and making him feel the most blessed man in existence. Xiao is nowhere near ungrateful either, so he harbours great appreciation for your kindness, taking mental notes in case the positions were to be switched. He engraves in his mind how nice it feels when you hold him and run your hand through his hair, humming gentle tunes but never probing him to recount what he'd seen, showing through your actions instead how much you treasure him. He may be extremely inexperienced in all of this but he's quick and determined to learn for you. When the predicted shift did happen though, he was a little panicked as well but not as intense as Aether. If anything, seeing him try so hard to comfort you makes you the happiest anyway. Ends up composing songs to confess the things he couldn't say to you in the moment <3
──⚝ shikanoin heizou
Detective Heizou had sensed something amiss the moment he found the other side of the bed vacant. He at first tried to give you the benefit of the doubt but when a considerable amount of time had passed with no signs of you returning, he decided to follow the clues. A mystery indeed, sounds of sniffing, weary figure— he deducted you were bothered by another nightmare again. Sneakily, he snaked his arms around your form from behind and began spinning you around til you couldn't keep the giggles in and now both of you were laughing like teenagers over silly jokes. Much more relaxed, he asked you what the nightmare was about. With some reluctance, you shared the contents. You felt the earlier horror returning to you but Heizou was having none of it ; scooping you up in a princess carry (you wonder where he gets such strength, honestly), sweet whisperings lost in the moonlight. Sshh, do not worry, just let him show you how much he loves you so that such fickle dreams won't ever bother you again.
#writers block sucks:(#this was pretty fun to write though<3#not yandere#void-dreaming#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x gn reader#genshin impact fluff#genshin fluff#5wirl x reader#5wirl#venti x reader#aether x reader#kaedehara kazuha x reader#kazuha x reader#xiao x reader#shikanoin heizou x reader#heizou x reader#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact headcannons#venti x you#aether x you#kazuha x you#xiao x you#heizou x you#shikanoin heizou x you#kaedehara kazuha x you#genshin impact fanfiction
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Hi how are you? I don't know if you are accepting requests... but if so, I would like to ask Macgyver for something
I imagine something, where the reader is jealous of Mac with Desi or Riley, and to make matters worse for the reader, one of them ends up getting hurt, and then Mac gives her his full attention? (Riley, Desi) and the reader starts to feel super insecure and super bad...
Thankss!!
first of all the fact I have a MacGyver request right now is nothing short of amazing. with the show being over for a while now the fandom has died down quite a lot and I am happy to write for him whenever. I will also be choosing Desi for this considering I’m very anti-Desi, apologies to anyone who likes her. anyways I hope you enjoy xx
Wish It Was Me
Pairing: Angus MacGyver x Fem!Reader
Warnings: jealousy, language, angst, heartache, unreciprocated feelings, fluff, happy ending (don’t worry)
Summary: After months of pretending that his behavior doesn’t bother you, you finally find yourself getting fed up and showing your heartbreak towards the boy. He uses this as an excuse to finally confront his feelings for you.
word count: 2.4k
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Harboring a crush on the man your job required you to protect was a great work ethic tactic. In fact it was the best one you had yet. Obviously you’d protect anyone of the team but if something ever actually happened to Mac, you’d be more than upset. Quite possibly crushed. It was also a great tactic considering you were very well trained at keeping your emotions intact which meant not once had you given up the fact you had any feelings for the blonde boy at all. It was simple actually, pine for him when you were alone and protect him when you were together. Always at his 6, gun pointed and loaded. A team always and forever.
That is until Desi Nguyen came along.
Not only is she just as good as you at combat but she was also getting closer to the team and you despised that. Feelings of replacement and jealousy filling you which made you angry for experiencing such emotions at all. It started to get worse when you noticed how close Mac was getting to her. Hell when she first showed up she had caught him leaving the shower and she hadn’t been shameless about it at all. You were the only one to successfully pass her test and she acted like because of that, the two of you were friends. That made it even worse.
It started with him laughing at her jokes, then it was grabbing a coffee after work, and pretty soon it was slight touches in passing, barely noticeable, but there. It was driving you up a wall, yet you’d never show it. Not only was Mac completely clueless but Riley and Bozer as well. So when you find yourself particularly angry for being sent in the field with Mac and Desi, no one seems to pay no mind because you are a shell of stoic. Untouched by silly and childish feelings of crushes and love. You wonder if there is possibly anything that could break your cool and calm structure.
“Y/N, I need you for a minute” your heart stutters, wishing he meant it in a different way, some other way. Yet you obey, not even a glimmer of hope shining as you look in his eyes. “Hold this wire for me please”
“Better hurry guys, we’re gonna have guests soon” Desi speaks, still on guard for any unwanted visitors. You slide your gun in the holster, allowing her to cover you both as you hold the wire like Mac asked.
“Please tell me this will only blow up the bad guys and not us” you tell Mac, a sly smile on your face and he chuckles, his hand twisting with his Swiss army knife as he works on something you can’t possibly comprehend.
“I’m not making any promises” he tells you and you fight the grin that wants to crawl across your face. You want to smile at him like he hung the stars but your job was to protect, not love. Even if you wanted to you’d be afraid of doing it for competition now, even if you didn’t know how Mac felt about Desi you knew she liked him.
That point is proven when you’re interrupted by the heavy footsteps of three men. A shot is let off in the air before you have time to register that the shot was heading for Mac. Desi does her job which is the same as yours, stepping in front of the bullet, and letting it knock her to the ground. You don’t have time to think about it, you move on command, years of skill practically motorized into your being. Your gun is out your holster in seconds and you’ve shot all three men to the ground before anyone can think about it. It’s what you were built for.
“Shit Desi, are you okay?” it’s Mac’s voice that pulls you from combat mode. You turn to find he has taken position over her fallen form, both her hands and his own holding her wound tightly as she bleeds from her torso.
“Been better Mac” she tells him, voice straining like she’s clearly in pain. You see it in his eyes though. It’s what keeps you from rushing to her side as well. It was there all along and maybe he was just as good at hiding it as you or you were denial. He’s looking at her the way you would’ve looked at him if he was the one laying on that ground.
“Matty, we’re gonna need an exfil location stat. Desi has been shot” you call over on your comm’s and the worried voices from the other team members seem to make you sadder. Feeling abandoned by your team and guilty for allowing such personal feelings to make you seem so cold towards a girl who had never done anything wrong to you.
“Alright, hang in there Des. We’ll get you out of here” it’s the nickname that comes from his mouth that makes bile rise to your throat but when he cradled the girl in his arms it’s something else entirely. Pain worse than you’ve faced in the field sears through you and when Mac looks up at you, you decide it’s time to accept that this is your life now. Him and her. The real team.
What you don’t know is that Mac see’s it. The pain, it’s written clear as day across your face. It startled him for a moment because you never give anything up. A statue of a person and to see you seem so dejected is heartbreaking in a way he can’t comprehend. He knows it’s not worry for Desi, he’s sure that is inside of you somewhere, but the pain written across your face is one of longing. After months of wishing you’d reciprocate any feelings for him at all he realizes they were always there, just under the surface.
Matty pulled off an emergency extract quickly, and thankfully the debrief was quick due to worry of Desi’s condition. Everyone can tell you’re defeated, more than likely thinking it was from an unsuccessful mission. You let them, and go to your rented room in Mac’s home. For the first time in months wishing you didn’t live there. Thankful Bozer and Mac stayed back you pour yourself a heavy glass of wine, find yourself in a warm shower, and then curled on your bed in some pajamas with a book. You’re four glasses of wine deep and halfway through the book when you hear the front door open and close.
“I’m home” is called out. Mac who had been with Desi all this time. Bozer had come home hours ago, and was more than likely asleep. For the first time in a while you wished you had shut your bedroom door to avoid him, have a good night sleep in before you had to deal.
“Hey, you’re up” he’s in your doorway in seconds. You feel yourself sitting up and removing the reading glasses from your face. Mac always finds it odd seeing you like this. Curled up in a mound of blankets and pillows, the smell of fresh wine and a vanilla candle, silk sleep sets laid across your skin, hair piled high on your head. You were so soft compared to the girl in the field. The same girl he watched take down three men in lightning speed today. Now somehow you were in bed with a book. Weird how the world worked.
“Not really tired, is um. Is Desi okay?” you feel bad for not showing much interest in her well being. You just needed some time to think, some time to regain your composure.
“Last I checked yeah, I haven’t seen her for a couple of hours” he admits as he walks in. As he sits at the end of your bed you realize this isn’t uncommon. You two are still friends. No matter what you realized today.
“I thought you were with her?” you give him a puzzled look and he shrugs.
“I was, yeah. Then once I knew she was stable I went back to the Phoenix to fill out a mission report. Then Matty took advantage and got me to catch up on paperwork I’d been avoiding for a while” you can’t help the soft giggle that escapes your lips. Mac was a professional at avoiding the paperwork part of his job but every once in a while Matty could get her way.
“That’s on you for going back” you tell him and he chuckles along with you, head nodding.
“Could I ask you something?” he says once the laughter has quieted down and you find yourself getting exceptionally nervous. He can’t tell.
“Always Mac, it’s kinda my job” you tease which is true. When you were hired at the Phoenix Foundation it was literally to protect Mac in the field. You were pretty sure his name is in your exact job description.
“You’re not on the clock” he says which in a way was true but not really. It wasn’t uncommon for threats to breach your shared home, the minute that happens you’ll be protecting him then too.
“MacGyver, get to the question” you tell him even though you’d rather he walk out and never ask you any questions ever.
“Today you looked, well you never usually look like anything. But today you looked hurt, dare I say heartbroken” and you feel all the air sucked out of the room because you had shown emotions past your exterior and Mac had seen them.
“I don’t know what you mean” but you couldn’t look him in the eyes and he knew. He knew it deep in his bones.
“Look Y/N, maybe I could be wrong. That it was all just concern but if you feel anything for me the way I feel for you than that look was so much more than that” his words almost didn’t register. Your heart caught them before your head did. It was ramming against your rib cage and your head was snapping towards him because MacGyver of all people just admitted to having feelings for you.
“Feel for me?” you questioned quietly, your eyes locking on his own blue ones. You had seen Mac serious about many things before but somehow this seemed like more.
“Are you kidding me Y/N? Of course I have feelings for you. I spend all of my time with you considering we work and live together. On top of that you are always taking care of me and are the most interesting person I’ve ever met in my life. I was in love with you within a month of knowing you. Jack would always tease me about it” a small squeak left your throat at his confession. Wondering how you had never seen it before.
“Jack knew?” maybe it wasn’t the best question at the moment, but since Jack had passed it was hard to bring him up. Knowing he had passed away and there were things none of you guys got to tell him.
“Yeah, I always promised him I’d tell you how I felt one day and every day since he passed I’ve been breaking that promise more and more. So here I am not breaking it” he told you, a hand running wildly through his hair.
“What about Desi?” you wanted to make sure, needed to make sure.
“She’s just a friend. Most of the time I just flirted with her to get a reaction out of you” this was the most shocking of all. You’d expected him to say he had gained feelings for her too, but now as he sat at the end of your bed staring back at you with hopeful eyes you realized this was never the case.
“So it’s me?” you asked and a smile cracked across his face, a deep chuckle coming out as he dropped his head. His soft blonde locks dangling in front of his eyes.
“Yes Y/N. It’s always been you” he told you once he looked back up, and finally you allowed a real smile to cross your face.
“Well this is a first” you chuckled, hand reaching to grab your glass of wine. You gulped back the last sip and abandoned the empty glass, him watching you closely.
“What is?” he asked once you seemed to have your head straight.
“Having someone return the same feelings I have for them. I mean it usually never happens because I save face when it comes to emotions but here we are. You and me. In my room. Being adult and admitting things like attraction” you blabbered lightly and Mac laughed, a wide grin on his face. You suddenly had the urge to grab hold of the deep red shirt he had on, it matching the color of wine on your lips.
“So you’re admitting you like me too?” he asked and you just rolled your eyes before shoving your book out of your lap.
“Shut up and kiss me MacGyver” and he wasted no time, a devious grin crawling across his face as he moved to climb over to you. The anticipation of him getting closer seemed to take forever but finally he was face to face, arms locked on either side of you, and you took a moment to inspect every inch of him. “I have good taste”
“I do too” and then he was closing the gap between you both. Lips slotting gently against your own. His mouth was warm and soft, much different from his calloused hands. Your fingers tangled in his hair, mussing it around. Kissing him was like taking in a breath of fresh hair and pretty soon his tongue was dipping your mouth, tasting the wine left behind from your leisure afternoon. Tangling your tongue with his own you realize you could stay like this forever, just the two of you, in this room.
“It’s so not fair” you said once you broke apart, foreheads pressed together and heavy breaths panting out of both of you.
“What’s that doll?” he asked and you sighed.
“You’re good at everything else, you can’t be good at that too” and he was laughing, arms wrapping around you as he rolled over and pulled you on top of him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you what else I’m good at too”
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I have a request...🥺👉👈
I was wondering if u can make scenarios about The (shy) reader confessing (any REV) members *COUGH* (wesker) that they luv them for the first time and there like shock about it bc likeeee the reader is not really good at showing there feelings and there finally have the guts to say ittt to them. hopefully you understand what I'm meaning... 😅
IM SORRY MY GRAMMAR IS SO BADD OMGGG
HI THIS IS CUTE AND I HOPE I DID WHAT YOU MEANT!! HAHAH (also sorry for taking forever)
i got carried away with an idea on Weskers sorry not sorry <3
RE CHARACTERS X SHY!GN!READER
Characters- Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Sheva Alomar
not beta read
Chris Redfield
(drooling over this man frfr)
Chris is a good man and a great boyfriend. He knew you were shy, it’s what drew him to you in some sense, he’s been through so much and he thought your personality was a great change of pace compared to what he was used to. He asked you out and the rest was history.
About 3 months into the relationship is when he first said “I love you.” and boy howdy did it send you into a flustered spiral. You wanted to tell him it back but if felt like you were choking on the feelings in your throat, like you were frozen. Chris understood your hesitation, he’s never going to tell you that he finds it cute, but he never pressured you into saying the big words. But wow did you feel like ass for not being able to tell him you love him just as much as he does.
3 months have passed since then, you’ve tried to show him that you love him in other ways and right now you were helping him work out. ‘Helping him out’ as in sitting on the side lines and watching him all while providing conversation and water, sometimes you joined him but your whole body hurt watching him do those hellish burpees.
You helped him keep count all while staring at your boyfriend. The way his muscles flexed under his tight dark green athletic shirt, the way his biceps tensed as he pushed himself up, only to jump up and drop back down to the floor again where you counted the number higher. Chris was a good looking man, but my gods was he one of the sweetest men you’ve ever met in your life.
He cared about you, really cared about you. He listened to everything you said even if he could sometimes barely hear your mumbling when you’re out in public he would listen and respond to you instead of pushing you aside like a doormat. He cherished you and you him. Yes he did all the things normal boyfriends do for their partners but he went above and beyond to make you happy. Too scared to tell the cashier what you want? He would tell them what you wanted with a smile on his face. He never looked down on you for being anxious and shy, he respected you, he loved you for who you are and never got upset at you. He would comfort you in hard times, not yell at you to grow up or brush it off and live in the real world, he would tell you it’s okay and never push your limits. You loved him, and in turn you did anything for him.
“I love you Chris.”
It was out before you could even get a second thought in.
Chris almost fell to the floor in shock at the sudden outburst and confession all while your heart was racing in your ears and heat swarmed your face like flies to honey, the lump in your throat returned but this time of embarrassment.
Your boyfriend on the other hand looked awestruck. His eyes open wide and a smile spread upon his face. It made him look younger, the spark in his eyes, he almost looked like a different person.
You on the other hand we’re dying in your seat.
Suddenly he rushed over and pulled you up and into a hug, all while laughing like a drunk man had won a war, his hand cradling the back of your skull while his other went to your midsection to pull you as close to his sweaty body as he could. You laughed too as your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands changed positions as he pulled back to give your forehead a kiss, they both secured themselves around your waist and hoisted you up off the ground into a spin hug.
To say he was smitten with you would be an understatement.
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Sheva Alomar
(Woman by Doja Cat starts playing bARK BARK my wife.)
You may have fallen for Sheva the day you met her, honestly.
The two of you met through a mutual friend and the two of you just hit it off instantly. She was strong willed and loyal, kind and soft but could kick your ass in more ways than you could even know, not to mention she was radiating beauty with every breath she took.
She seemed to be curious about you at first more than anything, in her line of work she rarely meets shy people. She instantly respected you and didn’t ask you to speak up or act different, she listened to every word you said and didn’t poke fun at you. The two of you became fast friends, you asking her to teach you some fighting moves to which she agreed, and one thing lead to another and she asked you out on a date to which you of course said yes after almost dying in a sea of flustered mess.
2 months in is the first time she said ‘I love you’. She took you home from a date and as she gave you a kiss goodbye she said the three words. When you started your relationship you let her know before hand that emotions were hard for you to express, that they get caught in your throat and are blocked by your flustered tongue, she understood and still agreed to start a relationship with you, so she didn’t expect you to say anything back and she left with you standing at your door speechless.
3 months have gone by, nice and easy. Every time she says ‘I love you’ you respond with ‘you too’ like she’s telling you to have a nice day. You felt bad that you’ve yet to say it even though she told you it was alright you still felt bad about it, which in turn made your shyness worse, like a snake eating it’s tail. So you thought ‘fuck it’ and you were going to tell her tonight even if you exploded, she had to hear the words.
You took her to have a picnic and watch the stars. A lantern in hand you two hiked up a hill in the middle of no where, where light pollution wouldn’t ruin the view. She could tell the entire night that your nerves were on high, slightly shaking as you ate, a wobble in your voice, not to mention your cheeks radiated heat that could burn her if she touched them.
The stars were beautiful. The light dancing in the sky was nothing compared to your girlfriend. The two of you talked about nothing important, you could barely hear her over the sound of your heartbeat in your chest and the rushing of blood in your ears.
You looked to her, and he turned her body to face you, to stare at you with her beautiful dark eyes that the stars made its home, her hair loose and ticking her face, she was beautiful.
“I love you.”
The words spilled out of your lips before you told yourself to don’t even think about it. You instantly wanted to curl into a ball and evaporate, or maybe go to the hospital because your heart shouldn’t be beating this fast to be healthy.
She laughed, a smile as bright as the stars in the sky tugged at her lips, “I love you too.”
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Albert Wesker
(putting him into a blender i hate him /lh /hj)
Excella Gionne wasn’t always the Regional Director of Tricell, she was given that spot thanks to Albert Wesker, and thanks to him you became her assistant.
You’d first meet the man the day you became her assistant, Excella telling you it’s important to meet everyone you’d be working with along side her even if you’d be stuck at a desk job most days. This was days after she became the head of the Bio-weapons devision, before Jill Valentine, before Irving was hired, before the BSAA had their nose in Africa.
Excella practically forced you into a room to meet him, regardless of your stammering she never jumped in to help you make acquaintance. Through mumbled words and not looking at him the entire time you stated your name and that it would be a pleasure to work with him.
A pleasure it was indeed. It was funny in some regard to see your boss throw herself at a man who clearly had little to no interest in her, how she begged him to look at her and want her but his eyes never even looked at her for anything less than a glance. She wasn’t important to him, he was just using her, everyone and their grandmother could see it, you felt kinda bad for her in some way.
Wesker seemed to like you though, and not in the same way he ‘liked’ Excella. He teased you about your shy nature a lot, to where you think he made it a game to see how flustered he could make you, awkward social situations, bumping into you and ‘accidentally’ making you drop papers, asking if you have a fever or if you’re feeling alright. It was unending and yet he grew on you. Your shyness soon was doubled as you began to grow fond of him, even thinking he was attractive and yet you feared you were acting like Excella.
One day as you were dropping off samples to him and he asked you out. You thought it was a joke at first to get you to fluster but he was serious, so you agreed.
Dating your bosses businesses partner didn’t really go over well. Needless to say she fired you but thankfully your new boyfriend hired you as his own assistant, which honestly wasn’t fun because Excella still was his lap dog and just flirted with him to spite you knowing you would ‘never grow a backbone’ as she had put it once. She sucked.
About 4 months into your relationship it took a turn. You reminded him that it was time for his injection of the prototype virus, which he asked you for help with. You agreed and he taught you how to prepare and safely inject him with the serum. The next time he needed it you did it by yourself, which you were proud you didn’t shake and stab him in the wrong spot but as you were injecting it he made you look at him and he confessed.
Now if Albert Wesker was the embodiment of emotional constipation what did that make you?
2 months later he invited you back to his place for a three course dinner and desert. Fancy ass. Everything was set up, everything was fancy, your favorite food was brought to you first and the desert melted in your mouth and was so good you almost wanted to cry.
You stood with Wesker on the balcony of his penthouse, the night air cool against your skin as Wesker pressed you against him. He could feel how tense you were.
“Are you alright dear?” He looked down at you.
“Yea i’m fine don’t worry.” you gave an unconvincing chuckle.
He just cocked a brow at you as you breathed a little deeper and shook your head, trying to calm the beating of your heart and the nausea of your emotions.
“Hey Al?” You asked with your eyes screwed tightly closed.
“Yes my sweet?”
You opened them and turned your head to look at your boyfriend. “I love you.”
He seemed to freeze for a second, his eyes searching yours as you died inside fully embarrassed before he relaxed somewhat.
“I love you too dearheart.”
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Ghosted
WC: 1.8K
Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader
Warnings: Talks of anxiety attacks, ghosting, arguing.
“You need to get back into the dating world, you can’t just be the third wheel with Hyunjin and I all of the time.” Felix tries to justify his actions.
“Wow just say you don’t wanna be friends then Felix.” She smirked as she wiped down her counters. Her traitorous bestfriend was trying to talk her into getting an online dating profile so she can finally stop overworking herself, not that she saw it that way.
“You know that’s not what I mean, but come on you never go on dates and you could meet the one! Just give it a chance.”
“No Felix.” She said sternly moving further into her kitchen, Felix following like a lost puppy still trying to plead his case.
“I already made the account.”
“Why on Earth would you do that?” She asked, spinning to pin him with a glare, feeling very frustrated with the man right at this moment.
“Oh come on! I know tons of people on the app, Hyunjin and I even met on it so you should give it a try.”
“If you want me to stop hanging around you and Hyunjin you can go ahead and tell me, don’t try to force a relationship on me.” She said angrily, causing the blonde to shrink back slightly as he took in the implications of his approach. While she had taken the third wheel thing as a joke at first she was seemingly offended now.
“That’s not what I mean!”
“Sure seems like it.” She mumbled, snatching her phone from Felix, only now noticing he had it this whole time, the app already open. “Go home.”
“Oh come on, I’ll stop pushing but this is our day. Don’t break the routine.”
“No Felix, go have a date with Hyunjin or something, I’m not in the mood anymore.”
“I get I upset you but can’t we just move on?”
“No Felix please leave.” She said not even looking at him as she moved across the room to open the front door to show shhe is being serious about his departure.
“Just think about it.” He whispered sadly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before leaving.
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Talking to Hyunjin wasn’t the same as talking to Felix, having known the younger for much longer she was much more comfortable, and Hyunjin rarely hung out with her without Felix, but the second Felix came home in tears about how the situation went down, Hyunjin understood that this wasn’t gonna be something easy to get over, so he divided his time so he could care for both parties, ignoring the woman’s protests about how he should be with his boyfriend.
“What about him?” Hyunjin wondered, swiping through the app, having convinced her to just swipe through to see who all was around.
“Too manly.” She said barely sparing a glance.
“Well he is a man, so.”
“Not what I mean.”
“I know, but if I’m sassy enough you might actually pay attention to what I’m showing you.”
“I don’t care about stupid dating. Especially if you guys are just trying to get me away from you guys, I’ll just stop crashing your dates. It’s fine I don’t need a stupid date to occupy myself.” She sighed, jotting down more notes for her work.
“That’s not our intention, we genuinely just want you to be happy.” Hyunjin tried to express only to frown when she showed no sign of acknowledging his words, he looked back down at the phone only to gasp loudly.
“Oh My God! Look!” Hyunjin screeched, shoving the device into her face excitedly, it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the light, which felt like forever for the dramatic man. “Look! Look!”
“I would be able to if it wasn’t basically on my eye.” She snarked, snatching the phone, only to see the most gorgeous smile she’s ever seen filling up her screen.
She audibly gasped, unconsciously moving her thumb to see more, each picture grabbing her attention more and more. Hyunjin watched with an excited grin as she took in the man with awe written on her features. She swiped down to view the bio and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets. He was seemingly perfect.
She sighed internally knowing it was a long shot, swiping right before throwing the phone back to Hyunjin so she didn’t have to see if there was a match or not. “Holy Shit!” The exclaimation caused her to jolt in her seat, scared by the abrupt noise. “You matched!” He screeched, shoving the phone in her face yet again, the light causing a headache to begin to form.
And that is how she got into a routine, everyday her and Song Mingi, her match, would messge beginning with cordial quick chats following into much deeper conversations, sometimes leading into nightly phone calls. It was adorable, especially to Hyunjin who was gossiping to Felix every chance he got about how their friend Mingi matched with their bestfriend all thanks to him.
And everything seemed to be going well, until the day of the date came. After prettying herself up and mentally preparing herself to meet possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, she was thoroughly disappointed when he didn’t show. With no other choice the woman trunged back to her apartment feeling defeated, missing a frantic man rushing into the restaurant looking panicked, he really shouldn’t have expected her to still be there but his panic attack took way longer than usual to calm down and he then needed to look semi composed, by time he got there he was two hours late. Embarrassed he went home to try and figure out how to fix the issue, maybe he can ask a friend for help.
And so he did, the next day he met with Felix at his boyfriend’s cafe to discuss his mistake, unknowingly Felix already heard of what happened last night when his bestfriend had called him in tears, cursing him for getting her onto the dating app. She genuinely felt a strong connection to the intellectual tall boy, only to be dumped like that.
“Okay operation cupid is a go. You know the plan?” Hyunjin asked his boyfriend before Mingi showed up, earning an eye roll from the blonde.
“Of course I know the plan, I’m the one that came up with it.”
“That's right…Okay he’s here go!” Hyunjin rushed out moving to look busy even though it was quite obvious his nosey self was listening.
Step 1: Get Mingi’s side of the story.
“I’m so sorry to call and dump all of this on you, you’re just the only one I know with good relationship experience.” Mingi explained looking pathetic if Felix was being honest. He almost resembled a kicked puppy.
“It’s all good, what’s going on?” Felix prompted allowing Mingi to go into his story about how he got panicked about the date and accidentally psyched himself right into a panic attack, but nobody was there to calm him down so it took longer than usual to even be able to comprehend anything, and by time he could it was too late, and he was too embarrassed to reach out, what if she was mad at him.
“I’m sure if you explain it’ll all be fine.” Felix reassured, but Mingi looked panicked at the thought of telling a new person in his life about his disorder, it was personal.
Step 2: Get her there.
That part was a little more difficult for Hyunjin. It took a lot of coaxing to get her out of her house where she was trying to drown herself in work to not feel embarrassed. But thankfully after explaining Felix was busy and couldn’t bring him lunch she was on her way with some food. Tentatively walking in with her hood pulled over her head and sunglasses over her eyes to help with her pounding headache.
“Oh look at you being the bestfriend possible!” Hyunjin cheered rushing over to embrace the tired woman, the ruckus gaining some attention but it didnt last long, nobody sparing more than a glance except Felix.
“Hyunjin.” She said monotonously, causing the tall man to gulp.
“Yes beautiful?” He covered with a sweet grin.
“Tell me why I can see Felix in my line of sight when you told me he was busy.”
“He is! He’s talking to an old friend.”
“Mhmm, well I’m leaving now.”
Step 3: get them to meet
“Wait! Felix wanted to talk to you about something.” Hyunjin panicked trying to usher her into his boyfriend’s direction.
“He’s talking to someone right now, he can just tell me later.” She rolled her eyes trying to leave again, but Hyunjin all but threw her over his shoulder and carried her over to the table, settling her next to Mingi before sliding in next to Felix.
“What the hell man!” She grunted holding her stomach where his boney shoulder dug into, only earning an unapologetic shrug from the dramatic man.
“Oh my god!” She heard a deep voice gasp out next to her causing her eyes to widen and her head to spin.
“Mingi?” She grasped out before throwing herself out of the seat and rushing to leave the cafe very much annoyed at the set up.
“Wait wait wait just hear me out!” Mingi panted, catching up with her with a quick sprint.
“Hear what out? You stood me up and now you’re talking to my friends?”
“Well that’s not exactly what happened, I didn’t know they were your friends. Felix is my friend from dance, I called him because I messed up last night.” He rushed to explain, reaching to gently grasp her wrist. “I got too in my head and had a full blown panic attack, I blacked out for a bit after and by time I came to and washed back up I was already an hour and a half late, I showed up anyways hoping for some reason maybe I could still fix my mistake. But you weren’t there. So I called Felix for advice. I was too embarrassed to reach out until I knew for sure how to fix it the right way.” His eyes were watery and filled with guilt as he looked at her pleadingly.
“So you didn’t purposefully stand me up?” She asked with a slight tilt of the head.
“God no! Never! You’re the first person I’ve felt such a genuine connection to in a long time, please give me a chance to fix this.” He pleaded, moving to sit on his knees before her as if he was begging, making her giggle a bit at his determination.
“Do you like Ice Cream?” She wondered, making him look at her incredulously, “I know a really cute ice cream place, we can go now if you’re up for it.” She offered, causing him to spring to his feet, grabbing her hand and pulling her to his car, opening the door for her before hopping in just as quick, the eagerness in his movements causing her to stifle her laugh. And then they were off.
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'You disobeyed'
Pairing- Tonowari x reader
Summary- Your disobeyed an order from the Olo'eyktan not your mate, but now you have to face the consequences.
Summary- thigh riding, overstimulation, d/s dynamics, lmk if I missed something
Tonowari looked at you with a dark gaze. He sat on the ground, crossing his legs. The air was thick and silent, you dared not utter a word. ''You disobeyed.'' He said.
''Y/N stay with them it is too dangerous-'' Tonowari pleaded for you to stay in the village, instead you grab two spears and hand him one. ''I ride.'' You say and he inhales sharply. ''Fine but no reckless stuff.'' He said as you ran to your skimwing.
The sky people hand heavy machinery that shot at all of you only missing by a few inches.
Going behind the boat all of you, you spot the person who handled the gun. ''It's one demon.'' You whisper to the other warriors who nodded as they whispered plans but all of them would take too long and your skimwing was the fastest.
''No, I can do it your skimwings are too slow I can do it.'' You say. ''No and that's an order.'' Tonowari said and you huffed. ''It is the only way so no more have to die.'' You say and he is still reluctant not giving in and you had enough. Swiftly coming from the water and piercing the demon's neck through and through killing him and the violence he insured.
And that's how you found yourself in this predicament. Tonowari sitting in front of you in the dim lighted marui, manspread, and dark eyes looking into your soul. ''Yes, I disobeyed your order but I saved countless people from being murdered-'' cut off by a loud huff from the man in front of you. ''But you could have died.'' He said and your eyes averted from him. ''Come here.'' He motions for you to, not wanting to upset him anymore you come to him and sit on your knees meeting his eyes.
His hands hold your face, ''You were a bad girl.'' He said hands sliding down your curves and over your ass to under your thighs. His words and sudden actions made your face flush. He placed you on his thighs, you straddled it, biting your lip in anticipation. ''M'sorry.'' You whisper only he tuts in response. ''Your sorry, sorry won't cut it this time tiyawn.'' He said untying your loincloth on both sides, sliding it off and placing it next to you both.
The cool air hitting your now bare cunt sent shivers down your back. Sitting you back down on his thick warm thighs he looks at you, his low, glowing eyes a mixture of anger and lust.
''Bad girls get punished don't they?'' He asks and you turn your head away from him and his thighs tighten under you bumping your clit making you yelp and you grow a little more aroused, taking your chin in a grasp turning you back to his burning gaze. ''What happens to bad girls?'' He asks and you look into his eyes before you speak. ''Get punished.'' You finish.
He hums happily as his hands snake towards your top undoing it from the back, skilled fingers untying the knots that take you forever to do.
Suddenly you were bare over the man who was fully clothed. ''And you were a bad girl, so you get punished.'' He says disregarding the top somewhere on the ground and you only shake your head up and down. ''So your gonna get yourself off on my thigh, and you don't stop till I say.'' He says harshly hands on your waist now and you only shake your head once again.
He moves your hips slightly, smearing the arousal onto his thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Moving your hips along with his help your sighs turned into moans. It was almost impossible for the clan not to hear you as you inched closer and closer to a release. One hand of Tonowari pinched and played with your nipples as your hips grazed against his thighs only added to the stimulation. Your clit was desperate for any sort of relief as your humping got faster and harder as you yourself showed the desperation to get off.
Letting out one a high pitched moan as clench your eyes shut, and you clench around nothing.
Your hips slowed down as your vision was a little blurry but Tonowari had his hands on your waist, fingers digging into your side as he made you move your hips faster not caring about you coming down from your previous orgasm.
The friction from his slick covered thigh on your puffy clit sends irritable waves of painful pleasure as you feel another orgam come on. Shaking your head side to side from the pleasure your body received was a little painful, but you wanted more as your thighs cling around Tonowari's stronger one.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as your vision bloated with dots of black and white, your hips started to tire out, and the overwhelming orgasam made tears fall from your eyes.
But Tonowari didn't let up. His hands held your hips down, grinding you onto his thighs. His thigh was more than soak with your arousal and cum on it making a mess on your thighs as well. You try to get up but it is no use and you dig your head into his neck as painful senses shoot through you as you come closer every time he grinded your cunt onto him.
''No more to sensitive.'' You cry into his shoulder. ''One more one more can you do that can you be my good girl.'' He said and you shake your head as you feel your hole clench around nothing a few times before your mouth opens wide, thighs trying to clench shut around his, pornographic moans fall from your lips as you cum once more on his thigh.
He removes his hands from your hips, holding in his arms, rubbing your back. ''There you go my good girl come on your still my good girl.'' He cooed bringing you to the cot along with a bucket of water from the other side of the home. Cleaning his thigh and yours off he crawled behind you holding you to his chest, whispering sweet praises and pressing kisses against your forehead. After a while he hummed an old song the vibrations from his chest and the tiredness from earlier activities you felt your eyes grow heavy as you snuggle closer to the man.
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Sparks
part two of Enchanted, quite the long one so I hope everyone enjoys, by popular demand (someone asked and i caved).
life after your little encounter, and gets a tad bit suggestive at the end so go away if ur uncomfy
my brain is fried, barely proofread, i’m a simp possessed by a shakespearean poet?
"You look like hell." Miguel's voice startled you from your work, your eyes rolling as you registered it was nobody else but him.
"You give me hell, Mig."
Miguel pulled up a chair, placing it beside your own, looking down at the papers strewn across your desk.
"No, yeah. Take a seat."
“Still jotting down notes?”
“I’m not gonna experiment with anything in the lab unless I’m entirely confident in my logic.”
Miguel hummed, head in his hand as he looked to with with an expression of undying love — just subtly different from the typical contentment he wore on a daily basis, practically undetectable from eyes that weren’t tuned into his life.
And yet all you saw was peace.
Life following your interaction has returned to its typical rhythm, the both of you finding that your bond had only grown stronger in the midst of fear — terrified to lose one another, fearful of your lives apart.
Yet no labels to show for your efforts.
Much to the chagrin of everyone in the office.
That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy your time together, far from it. Brushed fingertips, lingering gazes, they all remained — grew in ferocity, fervor.
Miguel was a man starved for your touch, yearning to feel your heartbeat fall into sync with his own. But he would sooner keel over and die before bringing you into a relationship where neither of you were prepared.
He still had his darling daughter to consider, even when she seemed to prefer you over her own father in the passing months.
The call of your name, wondering when you’d visit next. It filled Miguel with pride to know the two most important people in his were were practically inseparable.
And that’s where he found himself now, plucking you away from your mountain of work to redirect your attention. “Still coming to Gabri’s game?”
Your eyes widened, jaw going slack, sinking into the swivel chair where your bum had long-since gone numb. “Fuck.”
Miguel whispered for you to watch your mouth, a smirk playing on his lips.
“That’s today, isn’t it?”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Well...”
Miguel bumped you with his elbow, that spark of electricity that flickered between your bodies something that could tie him over for days. “Its rhetorical.”
But it couldn’t tie him over forever.
Miguel seemed to pick up on the way your body deflated the second it occurred. “Is something the matter?”
“No!” Defense crept up your spine, then guilt. “Well, a bit. I just… I have relatives coming into town tonight.”
Miguel conceded, that undetectable disappointment lacing his voice, “I’ll let Gabri know—“
He knew Gabri would be disappointed, entirely. The young girl had made it a habit to look to you then her father whenever she scored a goal. She’d wrap her arms around your waist, squealing into your stomach, and Miguel would watch with hearts practically forming in his irises.
“I’ll go, Mig.” You smiled up at him, his heart hammering in his chest as you placed your palm against his shoulder — there was that spark again. “I’ll let them know I’m helping a friend.”
Friend.
That dreaded word, the word he despised hearing fall from your lips. The word he wished to change, improve, make reality.
How badly he wanted more, wanted to prove to you he could be more. But that wasn’t in the cards for either of you, he knew that.
Yet Miguel simply wanted to be selfish, tempt fate, rush the process.
“Good,” Miguel spoke to you as though he wasn’t just upset you wouldn’t be at his side, cheering for his daughter. He rose from his seat beside you, returning your chair to its rightful place, lingering in the doorway. He didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to return to his own office until the end of the work day — an early day, thankfully — not when he was conscious you were practically between his fingertips. Then, before he conceded to the length of the hallway, he continued, “Because you’re still helping me put together snacks before the game starts.”
“Can I change my mind?”
“Huh? You’re too far, Amor. Gotta speak up!”
But his frame had already retreated from the doorway before he could get another word in.
How you adored him.
A shame neither of you knew how to say it.
“Are you sure this is enough?” Miguel was walking along the island of his apartment’s kitchen. Double, triple checking the snacks the two of you had put together for the momentous event — the final game of the season, the championship. “It doesn’t seem like it’s enough.”
Miguel was excited, Gabri was ecstatic.
And although he hadn’t the faintest idea of your emotions, Miguel was glad you were apart of it.
“Mig, it’s honestly more than enough.” When you’d gone to the grocery store together you couldn’t believe how much he’d dropped in the cart for a team that hardly housed enough players to be considered such. “I think you’ll be able to feed the kids going against her — their parents, too.”
“They don’t deserve to be fed.”
“Miguel O’Hara!”
“Did I say that out loud?”
You bumped his side with your elbow — spark, the man bringing a hand to linger against your back, the mere proximity of his prospective touch enough to ground him for the time being.
He just knew if he were to start, he’d be unable to stop.
“Papá!” Gabri bounded out of her bedroom, dressed neatly in the uniform Miguel had had pressed at the cleaners. “How do I look?”
“Qué linda!” Miguel chuckled, scooping his daughter in his arms, pressing his forehead to her temple. “Perfect. Simply…” His voice trailed off, looking to the unruly head of hair a top her head. “Perfect.”
Gabri looked to you in the midst of their moment, a gasp playing on her lips, calling your name as she escaped Miguel’s hold as though she were liquid. “I didn’t know you were coming!”
You laughed, Miguel retreating to the other room, the two of you on your lonesome. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Gabri.”
“But I didn’t see you when papá came home with the snacks for my game.”
“I know,” You brought yourself down to look her in the eyes, “I have family visiting so I had to let them in, couldn’t make them sit outside.”
“Oh!” Gabri let out a giggle, “So that’s why papá didn’t look sad!”
Oblivious as ever, Gabri walked the length of the counter, just tall enough to see what littered across the counter. With a smile, you picked her up, placing her on top of the counter. “What do you think? Your dad picked out all your favorites.”
“It’s awesome!”
She was such a sprightly young girl, always a smile on her face, a light in your life you hadn’t the faintest idea was missing previously.
Now you couldn’t imagine being away from her for a prolonged period. Couldn’t imagine a life where Gabri wasn’t there running circles around you, Miguel not far behind.
Thoughts like that made your stomach turn, throat clenching with something, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Couldn’t allow yourself the vulnerability that opened up an entire realm of possibilities, one that gave you the opportunity to pursue a life you believed unobtainable.
You simply didn’t know how Miguel felt about you, and you couldn’t jeopardize a wonderful friendship based on unrequited adoration.
Now matter how badly you wished to give in.
Gabri called your name, a hum leaving your throat as you you snapped yourself away from your thoughts. “Yes mamás?”
“Are you and my dad gonna get married?”
You damn near passed out then and there, hands holding yourself up against the counter, a sound akin to a squished chihuahua leaving your throat. It was so abrupt, unwarranted, you had to ask her to repeat herself — Gabri doing so without missing a beat — only for your soul to make a daring escape.
You were practically trembling, “What uh… Why do you ask?”
“Papá said he like-likes you, and in the movies they always get married when they like-like each other!”
You hummed in understanding, Gabri pondering a quick second, pressing her fingertip to her chin, gasping before flailing to gather your attention — pulling you away from your imminent cardiac arrest.
“Wait! Do you like Papá?”
“Your dad and I are friends, of course I do.”
Gabri huffed in detest, seemingly annoyed you hadn’t understood. “No! Not like. Do you like-like him?”
You hadn’t the faintest idea how to answer, so many possibilities running rampant within you it was as though a pack of rodents spun the wheels within your brain.
Only two options rang true in your mind: Yes, he’s the moon to my sun, a perfect balance, a dance only the two of us know the steps to. And the other, though more vulgar: Fuck no, I’d rather die than admit it.
You felt your body wobbling, stance unsteady as you conceded to merely listening to Gabri’s words, coherent thoughts be damned. She rambled about fictional couples, how they met and the marriage that ensued — she expressed she wanted to wear a lavender dress to yours and Miguel’s wedding and insisted there be flowers decorating the bulk of the venue.
And you despised how you didn’t detest to the thought, to the decorations, to the individual in question.
Because, in all honesty, you couldn’t think of anything better.
“You still haven’t answered my question!”
“What are you two talking about?” Miguel questioned with the faintest smile, walking in with a brush to try and tame his daughter’s unruly strands.
“Your wedding!” Gabri kicked her feet as she said it, Miguel ceasing his steps towards the young girl, grip on the brush suddenly tighter than anything he’d ever squeezed before.
“Who am I marrying?” Miguel’s voice was subtle shaking, eyes flashing to you for the splittest of seconds, the thought crossing his mind, leaving it to his imagination— the finger Gabri extended in your direction only furthered the way his heart picked up speed, the way he saw flashes of your shared life in his eyes.
It was all he wanted, all he could ever think of as he lay restless in bed — a bed that craved to feel you beside him. What thought was more perfect than the three of you becoming a proper family? What thought was more exhilarating than the promise of making you his?
Perhaps, extending the family, if you chose to indulge him.
Miguel shook the thought from his head, incapable of believing he’d even thought of something so inconceivable, so vulgar. And within your proximity, no less.
He was truly smitten.
“Mig, we’re gonna be late.” Your voice drew him from deepest parts of his corrupt mind, and he could by the way you carried yourself you were just as flustered as himself. “We should get everything in the car.”
“Right,” He cleared his throat, the subtle crack just barely undetectable, “Would you mind fixing her hair? I’ll get everything in the car, I’ll—“ His fingertips brushed with yours as he moved to hand you the brush — spark — his hands recoiling from you as though he’d burn burned, your eyes wide with worry.
“Miguel, estás bien?”
“Huh? Sí, bien. I’m fine.”
He could see it in your eyes, the way your orbs squinted, lip pouting just the subtlest bit — he fucking loved when you did that.
You didn’t believe his words, not for a second.
But for the sake of time, for the sake of his daughter, you conceded to brushing her hair — Gabri still well-into her ramble of the wedding.
Something about flowers.
Miguel liked the idea.
The sun hung low in the sky, the promise of sundown imminent with every passing second, the light lingering for the length of the game.
You stood beside Miguel at the bleachers, cheering as Gabri scored yet another goal, the star of the team, Miguel’s training paying off exponentially.
“She’s a natural,” You spoke under your breath, not speaking to anyone in particular, simply content with the scene before you.
It was almost as though you yearned for it.
“She’s showing off cause you’re here,” Miguel whispered in your ear, a shiver running down your spine. It was as though he’d entered the deepest confines of your being, souls entwining into a single entity.
“I’m glad I showed up, then.”
“We both are.”
His words struck you deeply, unapologetically. He hadn’t faintest idea how his words, how his proximity, made you feel. And if he did, he performed his task with perfection, never faltered in steading the palpitations burning within your chest.
He yearned for you, you yearned for him.
More, so much more. If only one of you would cross that line long drawn, pillars of sand keeping your nerves contained tumbling with a gust of wind. It was too easy, so easy for someone to simply concede to their feelings, give into baseline animalistic urges stemming from need.
But for now you supposed you were content with the body heat he emitted from beside you.
Gabri’s eventual win came as no surprise, parents surround their children, entrapping them in hugs and kisses, extending their praises to anyone who would listen. In a blur of action lacking proper judgement, Miguel’s hand latched around your wrist — spark — tugging you alongside him to congratulate his darling daughter who stood on the field in anticipation of your arrival.
“Gabri!” Your squealed her name as you shuffled towards her, arms extending. In a profound leap — perhaps gymnastics was her calling should soccer fall through — she latched herself around you, legs held tightly around your waist, arms around your neck. “You did wonderful, mija!”
She giggled into the crook your neck, mumbling thanks, exhaustion taking over her senses.
Miguel watched from a few paces behind, slowing his approach when he saw how you damn near sprinted to embrace his daughter.
She could be yours too, if you just let him.
But regardless, the sight put him in a trance, Miguel approaching from behind, embracing Gabri through you. Large arms enveloped you, chest pressed against your back, arms shadowing your own.
Sparks, fireworks, a fire burning within your stomachs, breaths hitching, boundaries crossed. It felt as though you’d approached a point of no return, jumped off the edge and plunged into freezing waters.
“I’m so proud of you, mi niña chiquitita, you were amazing out there.”
Gabri reached out for her father, the man holding her to his shoulder without an ounce of effort being expelled. Taught muscles contorting, flexing as he held his daughter high for everyone to see, to witness.
She was his greatest achievement. You were his coveted aspiration.
He didn’t mind waiting, not when he looked to you and saw nothing but adoration — affection, as you looked to Gabri. You cheered for her, tickling at her stomach, rubbing her legs to ease the tension surely built up. Your eyes hadn’t met his, and he whispered a silent prayer of thanks to whoever received it, grateful you didn’t see how despite the celebration, he simply couldn’t take his eyes off you.
“Gabri! Tell your parents to smile for the picture!”
Miguel blinked a few too many times, dazed by the innocent soccer-mom’s words, looking to you as you held the same expression. You attempted to remedy her assumption, but the sound of children and parents alike squealing overshadowed a voice laced in vine. “We’re not, I’m not—“
“Get close!” She held the camera to her eyes, squinting into the lense. Miguel wasn’t one to take many pictures. the ones in his phone shakily pictured, haphazard as he preferred to live in the moment. The ones he did have, camera roll flooded with any moments spent between yourself and Gabri, he held close to his chest.
And although he wasn’t fond of seeing his face in the camera, a stranger to his view, he wasn’t opposed to the idea, not one bit.
You stood off to the side, awkwardly holding yourself, smiling as wide a smile as you could muster — Gabri had other plans.
She was uncharacteristically strong for a child, easily taking after her father, no doubt. Pulling you close, palms splayed against Miguel’s bicep muscles exposed by the crop of his tee.
The image displayed your flustered expression, Gabri’s bright smile as she brought you closer. Miguel, in his looming glory looked to you with worry, adoration. A million emotions captured in a mere moment.
That image was one he cherished for eternity.
Sunset held prospect for relaxation, the beginning of the end, just as much as it did romance. Gabri, despite her exhaustion, simply refused to return home. She wished to explore the bulk of the park, your feet hurting as they crunched against sticks and stones.
“Tired?” Miguel questioned, looking down at you, the smallest smirk playing on his lips.
“A bit,” You didn’t shy away from the truth, eyes drooping, only to remember you had an entourage of unexpected family back at your apartment. “But I love being with y—“ You cut yourself off, catching it, remedying yours words in a split-second “But I love being with Gabri, she’s wonderful.”
Miguel felt his heart swell, fiddling with an overwhelming empty ring-finger. How he wished to change that, the prospect of glittering bands molding you into one unit leaving Miguel yearning for more. “We love having you around.” The words left his lips before he could spare a thought.
“I’m glad.”
Then a comfortable silence once more.
Gunfire somewhere down the ways, Miguel tensing impossibly, still as a statue. It wasn’t particularly close, but within proximity enough you picked up on it without a doubt.
In unison, “Gabri.” The call of the little girl’s name, beckoning her toward you.
“Hold my hand,” Miguel instructed, “We need to get going.”
The city could protect itself for one evening.
“I wanna hold you hand!” Gabri protested, arms crossing over her chest as she gestured to you. Stubborn, like her father. Such strong genetics he had.
Another gunshot, closer. Miguel’s hairs stood on the back of his neck.
“You need to listen to you dad, Gabri.” But she didn’t budge, refused. You looked to Miguel, the man shrugging, nerves clearly ravishing his decisions. “Are you alright, Mig?”
He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react as sirens and gunfire drew so close it had him seeing red — you and his daughter couldn’t even explore the sights of the city without being drawn into a scuffle, put in harms way. He’d sooner put an end to reality than allow harm to befall you.
That’s why he was here, wasn’t it?
“I’m sorry, I just…” Miguel was patting at the pockets of his jeans, producing his cell phone from within them. He was frantic, fighting to maintain composure, fighting to keep the flame of his anger at bay. “I forgot I had to make a call for work, I’ll be quick, only a few minutes.” Without another word he jogged away, leaving you to hang out with Gabri — just the two of you.
Because that had gone wonderfully previously.
You only prayed you wouldn’t choke again.
Miguel’s figure was present one second, dissipated the next. He seemed to always operate as such, practically an enigma. He came and went as though on a whim, the laws of physics bowing to their bender, the one who gave them purpose. Yet another thing that left you infatuated with his entirety, a man who obeyed nothing and bowed to nobody except himself.
That’s what he likely told himself, but every knew Gabri steered the direction of divinity in his eyes, an mere acolyte who obeyed her every necessity without fail — the most important thing he’d ever known.
Yet he couldn’t help it if you crept you way beside her, more than enough room in his heart, capable of loving unconditionally.
“Can we go to the playground?” Gabri questioned, tugging you along without heeding your permission.
Of course, you wouldn’t decline her such a juvenile request, sometimes wishing it were socially acceptable for you to rush down the twisty slide or hang from the monkey bars. So you allowed her to guide her, careful of any vehicles as you walked along the asphalt to the playground.
“Go ahead,” You ushered her to the sand-lain playground, Gabri jumping with joy as she departed. “Stay where I can see you, mija!”
She called out a one-worded confirmation, rushing to the group of children that had gathered along the swing-sets. A few moments your eyes lingered, watching, surveying. The park was empty as the sun threatened to fall from the sky, bidding adieu. It appeared you and the mother to your right were the only ones deranged enough to have the gall to remain.
“Hey, I know you!” The aforementioned woman with strawberry blonde locks and a mulberry tracksuit sat on the bench just left of you. “You’re the one that’s been coming with Miguel and Gabri lately, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” Your thoughts were filled with Miguel and the call he was potentially taking, then to the girl who had already conjured up a group of children to play tag with. “Oh, yes.” Your response was short, curt.
“How long have the two of you been together?” Her question was innocent, unaware. She spoke with earnest and looked to you without a hint of malice.
“Together?”
“You and Miguel, hun.”
You laughed then. A burst of laughter that forced its way past your lips — nerves, humor — you weren’t sure why it happened, you simply knew you couldn’t control it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I—“ You paused, wiping away a tear that had shed in the midst of your outburst, “Miguel and I are just coworkers, there’s nothing going on between us.”
“Hm?” The woman’s eyes showed nothing but genuine confusion. “Well you could’ve fooled me, darling!”
“Pardon?”
The woman looked to her child who now soared down one of the slides in an effort to catch Gabri, the small child just too quick to get her little fingers on. Confirming her child was safe she slipped over to your bench, gesturing for you to scoot as a means to make room, legs crossed as she turned to fully face you. “Can I level with you?”
“I suppose so—“
“Coworkers, friends — they don’t look at each other the way the two of you do.”
“I’m not following.”
The woman rolled her eyes, taking your hands in her french-tipped ones, “There’s love in your eyes — both of you. Miguel is a good father, a great man, but I haven’t seen him so content since you started tagging along.”
“You think Miguel…?”
“No, I know he does. And I know you do too.”
You released yourself from her hold, shaking your head, palms flying to press against your cheeks. “I don’t believe that, we’re just—“
“My husband and I were coworkers before we got married,” She flashed the ring for you to see, a beautifully shaped diamond faceted on a silver band. “And all I can say is you’re wasting time running from your feelings.”
You closed your eyes, heart hammering in your chest, doing your best to steady your breath.
“Besides, you two look great together, and that little girl agrees.”
The woman called out to her daughter, the two leaving the park with a wave of their hands in yours and Gabri’s direction, the girl out of breath when she returned to your side. “She’s a funny lady.” Gabri mumbled, watching as their figures retreated.
“Yeah… Hilarious.”
Gabri tore into the meal you’d purchased her, sun long foregone from the sky, finger tapping against the surface of the table impatiently as you awaited a single sign Miguel was alive and well.
Alive.
Texts and calls flooded his notifications, you were sure of it. So many attempts at contact, reassuring squeezes of Gabri’s small hands as she questioned where her father was — what he was doing.
You were worried. Gabri was worried.
This was simply unlike him.
Looking to your phone, not a sign in sight, you perused to the options at your disposal — not many, last-second and desperate. Miguel’s apartment was surely locked, you couldn’t enter.
There was still yours.
You shook the thought from your head, unable to bring yourself to return home to your family with a child in tow. You’d never hear the end of it, you already didn’t. You didn’t want to put Gabri through that, didn’t wanna defend your actions— they’re your actions — but they’re surely find a way to make them their own.
“I’m so sleepy.” Gabri’s head pressed flat against the table, eyes closed, voice mumbling for her father. She’d had a long day, long week, long life. The shit she’s gone through at her adolescent age just wasn’t fair, and perhaps a moment of comfort — a hand extended — was the one thing she needed in these trying times.
Oh for fucks sake.
You wouldn’t call yourself wealthy by traditional means. Comfortable, perhaps. A generously sized apartment in a decent area, the only place you’d been able to find at a moment’s notice, moving for work purposes.
“It’s so pretty!” Gabri was experiencing adolescent sleep delirium, slung over your shoulders as you struggled to keep her in your arms — across town, a taxi, up stairs — you were getting the workout of a lifetime. “Can I live here?”
She was speaking through exhaustion, you knew that.
But you weren’t entirely opposed, weren’t appalled by the inquiry.
It was a rather nice thought.
Fishing the keys to your apartment from your pocket you unlocked the door, bright lights flashing your eyes, jovial voices echoing from a little ways down the hall. You did your best to avoid them, striking to the shadows, being mindful of any creeks in the floorboards.
However, a family as relentlessly intrusive as yours wouldn’t concede to such shenanigans so simply.
They were beside you in an instant, arms open in greeting, only to find that there was a child filling up the space.
“You have a—!“
“Not mine!” You defended your stance with the entirety of your honor, shielding Gabri from their grubby hands, “A friend’s. I’m babysitting.”
“Babysitting for a friend?” Your cousin Miranda wasn’t convinced, sauntering towards you, eyes squinted in scrutiny. Then, without a moments notice, “They’re lying!” An announcement that left the entirety of your family to erupt into gasps, clutching metaphorical pearls.
“Miranda,” You groaned, “I do not have time for this.”
You walked away without another word, Gabri giving a weak wave from behind you. To your bedroom you traveled, plopping Gabri onto your covers as delicately as possible, breathing a sigh of relief as you watched her snuggle into the sheets, your brain foggy as you slipped in beside her, brushing stray strands of hair from her face as you worked to rid of her of her shoes, undoing the tie that — just barely — tied her hair in place.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Your phone erupted into a series of messages from your pocket — texts, calls, voicemails — all simultaneously occurring within mere moments. From squinted eyes you peered to the screen, Miguel’s contact on display, and you felt anger course through your veins.
How dare he think it was okay to do this? How dare he put the two of you in this situation when something could’ve gone horribly wrong?
Another notification popped up on your phone, the news app, detailing another victory of the friendly neighborhood vigilante Spider-Man. You hadn’t seen the figure in forever, everything seeming as though he’d been avoiding you.
You couldn’t care about that right now.
Your fingers tapped at the screen of your phone, producing the message app for you to see. Messages from Miguel flooding the screen, asking where you went, praying you were well.
You allowed yourself to send him a single text, informing him you were well, sending the details of your apartment so he could come pick up Gabri. Slamming your phone against the sheets, fisting your hair in hands.
And yet you knew in your heart you weren’t truly upset, simply terrified.
The knock at your door drew your attention away from the piles of dishes that built up at your sink, family making themselves a bit too comfortable in your home. Drying your hands you made a beeline for the door, various members of your family beating you to it.
“No!” You yelled, pushing them away, hands firmly holding the door closed. “It’s nothing, go gossip!”
“Oh, yeah, gossip sounds good. I heard the lady that does my hair is having an affair with her husband.”
“No me digas!”
They scurried off like a pack of animals, chatter slowly dying down as they entered the sitting room, your palm pressing to your chest as you breathed out a sigh of relief. Another knock had you yanking the door open with the force of a bear, entrance practically faltering from its hinges.
“Miguel O’Hara, where the fuck were you?”
His eyes were wide when he saw you in the doorway, full of love and remorse.
“I lost track of time, I didn’t realize—“
You ushered him inside, peering around for your family, thankful they were still at bay. Producing Miguel in the kitchen you worked on preparing some tea, something herbal to calm your nerves, clear your mind.
When all was said and done you plopped one mug in his hand, the other steaming between your palms. You couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“You left me and Gabri at the park without any options. She was exhausted, hungry. If you intended on disappearing on us you could’ve at least—“
“I brought you, uh—“ Miguel looked to the flowers in his hands, stems snapped and petals foregone, and it was only then that you’d noticed they were there. “Well, they were flowers.”
And as your eyes flickered to the glorified stems then to his remorseful gaze, you simply knew you couldn’t stand to scold Miguel.
At least, not at the moment.
You giggled, giggled. Taking the flowers from Miguel, hands brushing, that ever-present spark erupting like fireworks at his fingertips. “They’re perfect.”
No, you’re perfect. The thought that ran rampant in his mind, clinging to his lips, begging to be set free.
But it wasn’t time, not yet.
“Oh! Is the man you were telling me about? The dad with the adorable daughter and nice a—“
“—ttention to detail! Yes, Mom! Now…” You pushed your mother away from the kitchen, throwing her into the living room and returning to Miguel with a flustered expression — cheeks hot, lip quivering.
“Sorry about her… She uh—“
Miranda had her gaze fixed onto Miguel, unrelenting. “So you’re single?” Your cousin was interrogating Miguel, hands crossed over her chest as she regarded him with a stern expression. “And you still haven’t asked my wonderful cousin to—“
“Miranda!” Your voice came out a shrill, body overwhelmingly warm, feeling as though you’d pass out any second. The masses were testing your patience, something you had very little to extend. If this continued for a moment longer you feared you might start taking heads — truly regal, in that right.
Miranda looked to you as though you were annoying her in the midst of her meddling, doing her best to hook you up. Couldn’t you just let her do this for you? “My mom is calling you,” You spoke through clenched teeth, “I think you should help her.”
Miranda rolled her eyes, walking away from Miguel, leaving him with a cold stare for parting. Then, just before she exited she leaned into you, whispering in your ear so it was only between the two of you. “He totally has a thing for you.”
Miguel was leaning against the counter, seemingly indifferent, though his cheeks held the slightest red tincture. “It’s… It’s warm in here, isn’t it?” You coughed into your hand, body aflame as you grabbed yourself a chilled glass of water.
“Your family is interesting.” Miguel was swirling the contents of his mug around, taking a long sip, sighing when the warm beverage found a home in his belly.
“Sorry the two of you had to be here with all this happening, I know it’s a bit much — you’re more than welcome to go home.” Then you remembered yourself, remembered why this situation was happening in the first place, “But don’t think you’re off the hook, Miguel O’Hara, i’ll deal with you when the time is right.
Miguel laughed, hand falling from his mug to rest opposite your hand that held you up against the counter. “Now why would we want to go home when the night is so young?”
Young for him, perhaps.
“They’re insufferable!”
“They’re…” Miguel searched his mind for what he wanted to say, the right thing falling from his lips as soon as his gaze fell upon you, “Perfect.”
Then under his breath, so silent you could hardly make it out. “Just like you.”
You closed your eyes, palm splayed across your face, “I’m going to murder them.”
“I’d rather you didn’t go to prison.”
You looked to Miguel with a smirk playing on your lips, “So you’d turn me over to the police?”
“I don’t recall ever saying that.”
The two of you stayed there for quite some time, quiet and content. Miguel the one to break the silence, something that didn’t typically happen, but you allowed it for the time being.
“It’s a wonder I’ve never been to your apartment.”
“And the first time you’ve come over ends up with you indirectly meeting my family.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Usually people wait a few months until—“ You cut yourself off, realizing what you were referring to, where your mind had wandered.
“People? What people?”
“Just… People.”
An engaging conversation without a doubt, the most educationally-steered one that had ever erupted between the two of you — geneticists? Nobody could’ve been expected to believe that the oblivion wafting about the likes of you.
“I never properly thanked you,” Miguel spoke, fiddling with that empty ring finger once more. “I know what I did was… awful. I should’ve communicated, let you know I got help up—“
“All that matters is that you’re safe. That Gabri is safe.” But your words didn’t meet your heart, not the way they always did when you spoke of the two of them.
“How do you feel… really feel?”
Miguel had become dangerously intuned to your emotions over the course of your time together, even further following when you showed up to his home that evening. Protective instincts prefaced his decisions, foregoing canon if it could only mean being here, being present.
He wasn’t even meant to be here.
But if he could just indulge himself, indulge the idea of you and his daughter being his, then perhaps canon had no say in his existence.
Poor Miguel, knowing it can’t work like that, knowing this won’t last forever.
So he had to make it last forever.
“Honestly,” You toed marble tiles speckled in flecks of gold, “I was terrified, Mig.”
His heart clenched, eyes widening.
“I was scared you’d gotten hurt, scared for Gabri, scared I’d—“ You cut yourself off, the syllable of another word well on your lips, retracting them and opting to take a ridiculously long sip from your mug — contents empty, nothing more than the taste of what once was.
Miguel, with great hesitance, brought his hands up to lower your mug. Fingertips brushing yours — spark — and faltering your hold on the ceramic until he could only see your face. That wonderful face, the one that made his stomach flip whenever he saw it, the one that was displayed neatly on his lock screen — the reason he never used his phone around you.
In eternity, in oblivion, you belonged to him.
But Miguel just couldn’t muster the courage to claim what rightfully belonged to him.
Not until…
“Tell me what you were going to say.” He was stern, a hint of something in his voice. Adoration, perhaps, but you hadn’t quite picked up on it.
“It’s nothing important, Mig. I’m just tired, I—“
“Amor,” Miguel chuckled, you still hadn’t the faintest idea if Miguel knew what that word meant, knew what it did to you or how to properly use it. “Everything you say — think, feel — it matters. So indulge me, yeah?”
“I just…” You cleared your throat, turning to look anywhere except him. “I was scared I was going to lose you, Mig. You’re important to me, maybe the most important person in my life.”
To say Miguel was left speechless was an understatement. All this time he’d spent pining, plotting, indulging in fantasies that weren’t his to hold. He’d spent months in this universe, months being it’s protector, months pining for your affections. Everything he’d done was because he wanted another chance at fatherhood, an additional opportunity to indulge his daughter in all the love he’d failed to deliver previously. And in his plotting his found you, an inconstant in his travels, entirely unique in your own right.
Your smile, your kindness, everything about you was overwhelming effortless. He went home with thoughts of you, navigated daily life with your voice ringing in his ears.
He knew he’d have to have you.
“You’ll never lose me,” He spoke it indignantly, a vow. Fingers moving under your chin, tilting your head to look him in the eyes. “I wouldn’t let anything tear us apart, Amor.”
Now it was your turn to become flustered, at a loss for words. Anger and anxiety was replaced by elation, an overwhelming relief. How long had it been since you’d developed these feelings? You hadn’t the faintest idea. Perhaps they’d always been there, divined by an unnamed energy, the world working in your favor. On the contrary, there was a possibility it had never been meant to be, an even better idea. To believe the both of you had transcended the prospects of space and time. Curated your own love, built a life unforeseen by forces unknown.
He was a constant in your life, though in his you might not have been.
Your inconsistency was a gateway to an indulgence he didn’t realize himself capable of experiencing.
And in everything, whether divined or not, there was love.
“Miguel…” You spoke his full name, not that adorable nickname that fell from your lips absentmindedly. “I—“
You couldn’t get another word in before his lips were on yours, chapped and with the tiniest hint of iron invading the forefront. His movement was gentle, adoring. Pushing you further into the counter as he moved his palms to rub the expanse of your shoulders, terrified of where to place them. Your hands were pressed against his chest, fighting every urge to flex your fingers.
Seconds, minutes, hours might have passed and you would’ve stayed indulged in this position, pressing each other against every piece of furniture in this apartment until your lips were bruised and bloody.
Two souls entwined, destinies becoming one.
But all you could think about was how wonderful he felt, how gently he handled you, how he made you crave more. So much more.
Miguel broke away a split moment, chests heaving, eyes half lidded. Without a word he brought your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you impossibly closer, palms pressed under your thighs. “Is this alright?”
You nodded your head, mind spinning, unable to get a single word in.
“Use your words, cariño.”
“Yes.”
He continued as though he’d never faltered, lips entangled in a dangerously indulgent dance that teetered on seductive. The kiss was full of everything that had pent up in the passing months — love, loss, fear, domesticity — everything the both of you yearned for, begged for in the dark of the night.
You didn’t say I love you, but neither did he. A wordless understanding, an agreement paved through wandering hands and touched tongues. You understood the depth of his feelings, and Miguel knew he would move the heavens and the earth to keep you in his arms.
“I was thinking…” Miguel’s voice wandered, drunk on the feeling of your bodies so incredibly close, practically merged. “I could stay the night?”
You laughed then, rolling your eyes and returning your hands to their previous place against his chest, swatting the definition of his pectorals. “Trying to get in my bed?”
“I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t an honest attempt.”
“Right, right.” You giggled at the way his lips curved into a half smile, still holding onto the feeling of you in his arms. “And Miguel O’Hara simply isn’t a liar.”
His eyes flashed with a feeling you’d just barely missed, palms flying to your hips, leaning into your ear. “Is that a no?”
You shrugged your shoulders, “It’s a reminder your family and mine family are under one roof, at the moment.”
“An invitation for the future, then?”
“I suppose I can find some time for you.”
Miguel liked the thought, craved the feeling of your body beneath his. He craved you in your entirety, wishing he could simply absorb you into his heart, keep you there alongside him until oblivion called your names.
“I’m not opposed to sharing a bed as long as Gabri is between us.”
“Maravilla.”
A thought that had him seeing stars more than any intimate act could ever. A thought that sparked a light within him, igniting a flame that had been extinguished in his grief. But with you, with Gabri, this newly acquired life, he knew he had another chance.
Another chance at love, another chance to be loved.
And not even the spiderverse could strip him of such a right.
Could it?
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here’s a little bonus I thought of while writing:
“Miguel you’re hogging the blanket.” You and Gabri were held up in each other’s arm, shivering from the lack of warmth, a vast majority of the blankets in the house taken up by your family who made camp in the living room.
The man was fast asleep, bundled up in the mass of blankets, a content smile brushing his sleepy face. “I’m gonna kick him.” Gabri pouted, your hands flying to your face to stifle a laugh.
“Let’s not resort to violence, not yet.”
Your bare feet pressed against the chilled hardwood, circling around your bed until you were beside Miguel’s sleeping form on the other side. “On my signal,” Gabri rose to her knees upon hearing your words, a mischvious grin writing all over her. “Yank the blanket off him. But make sure we leave him some, I guess.”
Gabri nodded her head excitedly, small hands already bunched up on some of the fabric, subtly bouncing up and down in anticipation.
You slapped your palm against the nightstand, feigning a noise of pain, Miguel shooting up from his position of sleep. “Vida, are you hurt?” He was beside you in an instant, looking you up and down, surveying your body for any potential abrasions. From the corner of your eye you watched as Gabri pawed at enough of the covers to allow the both of you some warmth, the girl seeming to fall asleep in a matter of seconds.
“I’m fine, Mig. Just hurt myself walking back from the restroom.” It took everything in your power to not concede then and there, fighting back tears as laughter racked through your form.
Miguel sighed a relieved noise, “Gracias a dios. You need to be more careful.” Miguel planted a subtle kiss on the top of your head, rubbing your back before allow you to slip back into bed. He returned to his previous sleeping position, as well, brushing some strands of Gabri’s hair before planting a kiss on her cheek.
Finally, you had some semblance of warmth, Gabri scooting into your arms which you opened up for her, a sigh of contentment falling from your lips.
“Oye,” Miguel called out into the darkness. “Quien agarró mi cobija?”
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CELLBIT!
The global chat somehow seems even more frantic than usual this afternoon, and he blinks blearily at the messages rocketing across the screen. The tell-tale red blinking dot of notifications is practically going haywire: private chats from Pac and Bagi, calls from Philza and Bad, messages mentioning him from Fit, Pierre, Tubbo, Baghera—
This feels like a lot, even for an average Wednesday.
Cellbit: Okay, okay, hold on. I'm on my way to spawn now.
Strapping the communicator to his arm, Cellbit tugs his jacket on as he makes his way towards the waypoint across the bridge. He's just barely awake, but something is pulling at his insides: wrong, wrong, wrong.
He wasn't out for that long. What could have possibly happened?
Taking a deep breath, his hands slide across the polished stone surface of the waypoint, and in moments, he's arrived at the main square.
Immediately, there's a barrage of voices that hit his ears. Instinctively pressing a hand to his forehead, he pushes his way out of the subway, staring in disbelief at the large gathering of people in the main square.
Bagi spots him first, quickly yanking him to the side, yelling in her traditional rapid-fire Portuguese. At the same time, he can see Pac talking to Bad nearby, the two of them clearly upset—he knows both of them well enough to see something is wrong.
Tubbo catches sight of him next, and at that point, the jig is up. Whatever Bagi had been trying to tell him is instantly drowned out by the younger's typical loud tone—which immediately catches everyone else's attention as well. Fit grabs the back of Tubbo's apron to yank him backwards towards him and Phil, who stands there shaking his head with arms crossed, but it's already too late: the damage is done.
Pierre is shouting greetings to him in his typical joyous manner, which doesn't seem to match the rest of the group's energy. Baghera seems somewhat frantic, frustrated and upset as she tugs on his arm. Cellbit manages to catch his husband's eye from across the square where he's chatting with a hyperactive Foolish, and Roier simply gives him a sympathetic look.
...something bad has happened.
Everyone is talking at once, and Cellbit rubs a hand to his temples as he tries (in vain) to quiet the group. Only some words ever catch his attention through the wide chorus of voices—"Nether," "worry," and the increasingly common cries of "what are we going to do?"
"Alright, alright, calm down!"
Eventually, with Bagi's help, he's able to get everyone to at least lower their voices, if not stop completely. Instinctively, Cellbit glances towards her and Pac, praying they know enough to clue him in. When he catches Pac's eye, however, the other man looks horrified, gaze locked on a spot in mid-air just behind Cellbit. Cellbit sighs, opening his mouth to speak—
"Good morning, Mr. President."
He can practically feel the blood drain from his face as he slowly looks over his shoulder. Sure enough, there looms Cucurucho, the damn white fucker staring straight at him with that hideous, frozen smile.
"...what did you say?" Cellbit questions, voice light-years steadier than he feels.
The bear doesn't move, repeating its words. "Good morning, Mr. President."
The square is so quiet, you could hear a screw drop. Silently, Cellbit glances back at Bagi and Pac. The woman has a look of sorrow written across her face, whereas Pac's fists are clenched in a show of barely restrained anger. "...wheres Forever?" Cellbit asks softly.
Bagi opens her mouth to reply—
"Classified."
Cellbit's eyes snap back to the bear. "I didn't ask you," he responds evenly—and he can hear a snort of pleasure from where Tubbo stands, even despite Phil's hand slapped over his mouth and Fit's hissed shush. "Bagi?"
"We think he went to the Nether," she responds, voice somewhat hoarse as she glances at him.
Pac nods. "He said it was a mission." His eyes slide to Cucurucho.
He doesn't need to continue.
Cellbit takes a deep breath.
...he has a lot to do.
#wanted to get this out before...well uh. tonight.#wishing q!cellbit godspeed tonight. he's gonna need a moment#ISTG SOMEONE HEADCANONED THIS ALREADY BUT I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME FIND IT#SO IF YOU FIND THIS OP THIS IS FOR YOU I DID IT FOR YOU#could NOT stop thinking about this possibility#qsmp#qsmp headcanons#qsmp fic#qsmp drabble#qsmp cellbit#qsmp forever#<- referenced#qsmp cucurucho#qsmp bagi#qsmp pac#qsmp tazercraft#qsmp tubbo#(others are here too!)#the federation are evil#disappearances#pl;worse
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If you'd be willing to share: Thoughts on Fujiko x Lupin?
WILLING? I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR A MEDICAL EXCUSE TO DO SO now you want thoughts or you want thoughts because i’m passionate about these bitches and their dynamic.
but first thing's first look at this :)
for starters, i’m a firm believer that fujiko does love him. it’s just that, like i’ve said before, she doesn’t express it normally? people love the “aloof cool guy who’s only sort of soft with his love interest” trope all the time and she’s just the girl version of that!! i’m sick of people insisting they want mean girlfriends and then blanching when they see lupin blushing over a woman being sarcastic with him. get it together guys!!
the reality is that if you really look at their relationship throughout the series, lupin is rarely, if ever, actually upset by her frequent betrayal. it’s not… totally manipulation if you know it's coming and seem to expect it every time. clearly, lupin has a particular fondness for people who understand he’s somehow a genius AND stupid as hell and get giddy over expensive rocks. and speaking of jesus christ give jigen a break lupy he’s gonna burst a blood vessel if he finds out you gave fujiko the third insanely valuable cursed artifact of the month. what do you MEAN it’s possessed you. AGAIN??
fujiko just. is weird about things. you know? she just gets silly with it. it makes sense: if you've used affection as nothing more than a tool for most of your life, you'd show sincere love differently. if fujiko didn’t really love lupin, why would she come back to him? why would she turn to him, SINCERELY turn to him, when she could get help from any other pitiful little man trailing her heels? oh god mamo remember mamo? fujiko gave up immortality bc he couldn’t come along with her. she gave up living in her prime forever all because it wouldn’t be the same without her weird little boyfriend. amour!
i can refute any claim a Hater makes. any and all. “fujiko is selfish” points you to the other characters “lupin only likes her for her looks” well it’s obviously a factor i mean look at her. but when doing dirty work for other hot babes has threatened his life even barely he taps out and calls out the woman like "wtf i couldve died" and yet he continues to fawn over fujiko, ESPECIALLY when she does some cool murder shit. he met fujiko’s ancestor in that elusiveness of the fog special or w/e it was called and specifically said “she even has her toughness heart emoji" or some shit! “fujiko is materialistic” points you to the other characters “fujiko wasn’t bothered by the thought of lupin dying in alcatraz connection” neither was goemon they know he fakes this shit all the time. and in fact when they really DID think lupin was dead in missed by a dollar it took fujiko a whole second to break out of her shock that lupin was alive and she immediately laughed and hugged him so tight he almost lost his grip on the steering wheel! “lupin’s just stupid when it comes to her” points you to the other ch
i keep saying i’m gonna make a compilation of all the times they actually express love as the average joe gets it but. not today. nay
#get behind me fujiko mine i'll protect you from people who don't understand how sick as hell you are#nobody asked but i uh. actually also joked about making a similar luzeni comp. this blog is now taking clip suggestions#lupin iii#lupin the third#lupin#fujiko#fujilup#damn this using tags for their intended purpose of organization is kinda fuckin with me OOH WAIT#asks#okay now we're done! sorry for going off i'm insane about her. well them both really but#lupinions
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