Ѡ - okay, but hear me out. Reverse the table. Sanji accidentally sending to Zoro when it was meant for someone else. ( RIP them both )
Send 🍆 for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude Or Send “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes. ( accepting! )
Ring, ring. Death? Is that you? It is? Good, because I very much like to die right now, Sanji thought to himself. He dragged his hands down his face and mentally screamed. He then stared holes into his phone, hoping that Zoro will never pick up, or never look at his phone ever again. He mentally cursed Zoro for existing.
Sanji breathed in deeply. ❝ You know what? It's fine, this is fine; accidents like this happen all the time. I should just send him a nice appropriate and calm response. ❞
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: DON'T YOU DARE CLICK ON THAT.
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: DON'T EVE RESPOND TO ME ABOUT IT.
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: *EVEN
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: GENTLEMAN'S AGREEMENT.
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: I WILL UNALIVE YOU IF YOU EVEN LOOK AT IT.
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: IT WASN'T EVEN FOR YOU!
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: BE LUCKY THAT YOU GET NUDES IN THE FIRST PLACE!
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: I'M PISSED.
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: i'm sorry.
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: unalive me right now
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: NO. FUCK YOU FOR BEING IN MY CONTACTS.
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: ...
[ SANJI TO MOSSHEAD ]: i worked so hard on it and everything, on the lighting so i look good and i send it to you instead...
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❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜ for imogen and bix 👉👈
Macy, thank you and sorry this took ages to get to 🥺💕 this prompt felt perfect to dip back into their pre-Andor dynamic (Imogen acting lowkey like a whipped fuckboi) warnings: casual sex implied with a sprinkling of possessiveness
❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜
Imogen bypassed the front counter completely and headed straight into the Caleen Salyard as she had many times before. While she knew their business revolved around scrap, there seemed to be more clutter and bustle than usual. Some workers scrambled to organize what they could, too engrossed in their tasks to notice the bounty hunter roam about. She did her best to stay out of their way, but still kept her senses peeled. A frustrated groan from the garage finally led Imogen to who she sought.
Bix struggled with the mechanism that Imogen had seen lift heavy pieces of machinery and swore under her breath, her efforts seeming fruitless. Imogen smirked to herself and sidled up behind her, resting a hand on her waist. The mechanic barely startled. She recognized the touch even after months since their last encounter.
“You’re early,” Bix grumbled while she persisted in the fight against her own equipment.
“I had a bounty on Morlana One. I figured I would seize the opportunity of convenience.”
“Your bundle isn’t ready yet.”
The backs of Imogen’s fingers lightly traveled up the length of Bix’s arm. “I did not come here for parts.”
“I don’t have time for distractions right now,” Bix said as Imogen brushed one of her braids over her shoulder to lay a kiss on her neck.
Imogen hummed and continued to caress her lips across the mechanic’s warm skin. “Allow me to relieve some tension.”
“I’m serious,” she insisted, though her body leaned into the bounty hunter’s advances. “I have to get the rest of these engines stripped before the end of the day and the damn hoist is jammed –”
Imogen raised her hand and elegantly flicked her wrist. The large engine that sat on the cold ferrocrete floor suddenly floated up to the exact height Bix needed it to be. It hovered absolutely still and steady, all while Imogen kept her attention on the woman in her grasp.
Bix glanced over her shoulder with an inquisitive look. “Can you hold that indefinitely?”
“It requires some effort, but will hardly be a challenge,” Imogen replied.
She narrowed her eyes. “Are you trying to impress me or something?”
The bounty hunter shamelessly traced the shape of Bix’s lips with her gaze. “I am merely removing an obstacle that would prevent me from having my way with you.”
Bix did a swift scan of their surroundings before she grabbed Imogen by the collar of her coat and dragged her to a more discreet corner of the garage. As soon as the heat of her mouth made contact with Imogen’s, the engine dropped to the floor unceremoniously with a loud crash. That didn’t slow the mechanic down, however. She pressed her body firmly against the other woman's and deepened the kiss with a few fervid strokes of her lips. All Imogen could do was hang onto Bix’s hips for stability and get lost in her taste.
The sudden break in their cadence caused Imogen to inhale a sharp breath. “You’ve missed me,” she teased.
“Shut up,” Bix snapped, but the edge of her mouth perked up for a brief moment. “I just want to make this worth my while. You know, since it won’t be happening again.”
The bounty hunter’s amusement grew over how many times she had heard that playful lie. “Of course.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you think I’ll just crawl into bed with you the next time you show up.”
“Oh, darling,” Imogen mused in a silky voice, her fingers hooking underneath Bix’s toolbelt. “I would never assume such a thing.”
Bix scoffed and pulled her in again by the back of her neck. Imogen felt the addictive fire in the woman burn brightly. That is why she had started to arrive before their scheduled meetings. Months apart searching for the same rush the bounty hunter experienced with a simple mechanic from Ferrix only proved how nothing quenched her thirst quite like Bix did. Imogen wanted her to feel the same – to crave her like something she knew she could not fully possess. The intoxicating desire became fulfilled as Imogen unbuckled the toolbelt and felt the tip of Bix’s tongue gently greet hers in a deeper kiss.
“Be quick,” Bix whispered against her lips.
She eagerly followed that command.
Their encounters had gotten bolder, too. Neither much cared who knew about the nature of their casual arrangement, but they certainly didn’t flaunt it, and scarcely risked any activity in the yard. Bix’s place of work used to be an unspoken boundary. The line had never been officially drawn, though, and the two of them just gradually drifted over it. Imogen found the concept of getting caught rather exciting. She secretly wished to flaunt what she had, especially for those that leered at her mechanic when they thought she wasn’t looking. Bix may not always be hers, but whenever Imogen visited Ferrix, she belonged to no one else.
The somewhat rushed dalliance led to no witnesses that Imogen noticed. Unsurprising, given the amount of work that needed to be done. After the mechanic composed herself, Imogen stepped away. She knew she could return after the bells rang. Bix always left the door open for her on nights like these and the anticipation of waiting would sew quite a reward.
“Where do you think you're going?” Bix called, halting the bounty hunter. She nodded at the piece of machinery on the floor. “I still need you.”
Imogen scowled for a moment and then remembered. “Oh. Right.” She waved her hand in the same nonchalant fashion she had earlier and the engine lifted with a creak.
Bix laughed. Imogen would have felt confused by it if the sound wasn’t so melodic in her ears. “I think you’re the one who missed me.”
She realized that Bix had just tested her to see if she would truly do something so tedious simply because she asked. Irritation flushed hot up her neck, making Imogen feel like a fool. Something else twinged inside of her chest as well and she fought back a smile. “You have until I get bored.”
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