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mrsdanirojas · 2 years

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Just Us Here – Dani Rojas x F!Reader

Summary: No one ever talks about how being a guerrilla can also be dreadfully boring.

So, one afternoon you and your favorite guerrilla escape to a lookout bunker and decide to play your classic favorite game (you know the one: in how many public places around Yara can you two get away with a good, quick fuck?). To your frustration, and then to your delight, she's brought along a surprise.

Notes: Here's the deal: There is no plot here. The plot is Dani Rojas straps you silly during a not-so-quickie in a semi-private place.

Also, apologies in advance for the veritable air-drop into this depraved scene…it was supposed to be a short headcanon that clearly got out of hand. Oh yeah and like,, general apologies since this is my first longer-form smut lmao.

Finally – special, special thanks to @its-deputy-caleb and @aexelle for reading, kind words, and great feedback. 💕

Content notes: Explicit so minors SCRAM. Also semi-public sex, strap-on use, hair pulling, nipple play. Um, and lack of plot.

Words: 1877

On AO3.

It began innocently enough, as a game you two had created during the long hours standing watch.

Well – no, it hadn't begun innocently at all, but what had started out playfully soon became a foolhardy pastime neither of you had the slightest intention of stopping.

The game is simple.

Which is how you find yourself here, in a recently-cleared FND bunker, straddling Dani Rojas on the only weathered metal folding chair in the place, head thrown back, hands lost in her sweaty hair, riding for dear life.

"Eso, mamita," she murmurs, guiding your rolling hips and driving her cherished emerald green strap into you at a steady yet deliberate pace, hypnotizing rhythm between your legs threatening to send you into orbit embarrassingly quickly. That Dani's smooth, sweet voice brushing against your ear never fails to make you ache with want isn’t helping in the slightest.

The squeak of the stout metal chair cuts through the soft wet sounds of you riding the strap. The slap of your bare, flushed skin rings out inside the bunker, and probably outside of it, too. Your ragged gasps hang in the air, interspersed with Dani's occasional groans as the domino etched on her hand disappears under your thighs and ass to lift and better support you. Just outside and down the hill, a rumbling truck ambles by on the service road, reminding you where the fuck you are.

Though that particular emerald green strap (sinfully girthy; silicone; long enough to torment you in whatever position Dani feels like that day) is your favorite too, she's never had the gall to bring it with her out into the field – fully on and ready, no less – so you'd nearly ripped her a new one when she backed you up to the bunker wall.

"You can't be carrying around distractions all day. You could get hurt, Dani," you'd hissed.

Dani had simply sighed. "Ay, mami, how do I say this?" she began, stopping to run a hand through her hair and cup your warm cheek, thumb unconsciously stroking your cheekbone. "If we're working together, then I don't need to put on a strap to be carrying around a distraction all day." She wiggled her eyebrows knowingly, and you fought back a smile as your stomach did a small flip.

You hadn't pressed the issue, both because you adored the idea that you were distraction enough for the lethal guerrilla, and because the supple head of Dani's strap coming to rest on your exposed thigh promptly short-circuited your brain. She hadn't let you think twice before summarily disposing of your jeans, underwear, and top to boot, leaving them splayed across the dingy floor of the bunker in a heady race to pin you exactly where she wanted you. It was exactly where you wanted, too, considering how unbearably good she looked, inked-up arms straining out of her torn tank, thick strap swinging out of the fly of her pants. So that's why they were so baggy today.

Now, that same strap is stretching you out, Dani filling you up completely in the way you so often crave, gradually teasing the sensual depths of your heat with especial cruelty. You hold Dani's glowing face with both hands, running a thumb along your favorite scar on her eyebrow, as she in turn holds your gaze with luminous eyes and fucks you, her need growing in tandem with yours. Somewhere, in the recesses of your mind, you figure she must have chosen the color to match her gorgeous eyes, before a deliciously deep thrust brings you back.

"Fuck," you whimper, closing your eyes and letting your forehead fall against hers as you continue grinding on top of her.

As is always the case during this game, you want to lose yourself wholly to Dani's whims, but you force yourself to stay grounded enough to glance out of the bunker's small opening for passersby. You don’t see anyone. Just outside the shelter, thin dark palm shadows dance about the lower foliage, itself fluttering in the bright sun. A wary dragonfly pauses, suspended mid-flight, then flits away. You become dimly aware of the stream trickling some feet away, and the dry rustle of old discarded documents flapping in the warm breeze.

Picking up on your preoccupation, Dani shoots you a breathless grin through her own escalating arousal. Supporting your waist now with just one arm, she takes a messy fistful of your hair and carefully pulls your head back until you're arching your neck and looking up at the low concrete ceiling. Oh. The gesture, and the vulnerability of your new position, sends shockwaves down the back of your neck through to your throbbing core. You let out a weak sigh and watch the ceiling approach and recede as you slide on Dani’s strap, relishing her near-absolute control of your body and the roughness of her grasp.

Then the arm around your waist pulls you in closer, angling you so Dani can now directly pound into your sweet spot, all teasing unequivocally out the bunker window. You’ve barely completed one sharp intake of breath before another replaces it – still holding your head back firmly, Dani takes the tender flesh of your right nipple between her teeth, at once suckling gently and increasing the intoxicating pace she’d set earlier. You gasp, hands falling to Dani's shoulders for support, nails raking the defined muscles rippling through her soaked tank, making her hum with delight. You can feel the slick warmth of her tongue trace salacious circles on your skin, can feel every inch of the strap as it plumbs your depths, sliding almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt.

"Ay, Dani," you whine to the ceiling, successfully driven past the point of caring about anyone or anything outside the bunker. Your hand finds the back of her head, caresses the damp hair as you revel in the sensation of her teeth pulling gently on your sensitive nipples in between rough sucks and wide licks.

“That’s a good girl. It’s just us here, mi amor,” she mumbles around your turgid flesh still caught between her lips, tightening her punishing grip on your hair. At her praise, another jolt of searing heat burns through you, eclipsing the burning in your legs. All you can do is repeat her name to the room as she continues mercilessly rutting into you, marking up your breasts, until the pleasure courses through your limbs like liquid fire. Of their own volition, your thighs tighten around her waist, desperate to relieve the mounting pressure between your legs. Though you can't look down, you can feel yourself dripping onto her lap.

Guiding your head by the hair still in her relentless grip, Dani brings your mouth back down to hers so she can drink in your free-flowing moans as she fucks you fast and hard, knowing from your tightening clutch on her worn shirt that this particular tempo is going to bring you to your bliss.

She knows you well. Your eyes flutter, then close as your mouth opens. You gasp into her breaths fluttering across your lips, grateful to have her close again as the room spirals around you. You feel your walls wrap themselves around the thick strap, and you roll faster, deeper, into Dani’s furiously working hips.

“Así, mamita, I got you,” Dani pants against your parted mouth, softly but herself clearly close to her own peak. She pulls you closer, just in time, because you cry out, legs seizing her waist, now clenching fistfuls of her hair with both hands as the first waves of your orgasm rock you. Your cunt spasms around her, and Dani maintains her pace through the pain in her scalp, grunting in ruthless pursuit of her own release. “Coño. Shit.”

“Oh my god, Dani – así, así,” you sob into her lush lips, before they sweep yours into a blazing kiss. You tremble as your entire world is reduced to the length of the strap deep inside you, plowing you now with short, forceful thrusts, thick head bullying further into you as you pulsate around it. You want the pleasure of such out-and-out, deep-down, toes-curling fucking to never ever end, and at the same time you’re not sure you can possibly hang on another moment. Mercifully, your wave breaks, languid warmth flooding you as you come, moaning in Dani's mouth.

“Mierda,” Dani growls in response to your wanton sounds, hips rolling a fraction more slowly to lock into her own imminent release. She rides her own high as you manage to hold on, one arm now thrown around her shoulders and the other running through her hair again in pure post-fuck adoration.

In your sex-addled state you admire Dani, her own head thrown back now, small braid in her hair swinging as she rides the base of the strap still destroying you through the ebbing of your peak. Another moan escapes you, the rhythm and her conviction rekindling the fire you thought you’d just finished swallowing whole. The urgency of her arousal, electrifying and palpable as she continues to thrust into you, is enough to bring you to a second, sweeter crest with her. She groans, eyes squeezing shut, suddenly yanking your hair back again as she comes with a snarl. You cry out, second orgasm positively heightened by the motion of your head whipping back at her whim.

Chest heaving, brow dripping, Dani tenderly releases your hair to cradle and massage the back of your head as you lean back and drift in her arms. If you had managed to keep your eyes open, you would have caught her green eyes gazing at you with an almost pained reverence. You don’t realize you’re still grinding lazy, infinitesimal circles on her strap, chasing the recent memory of the all-consuming pleasure in your heat, and you barely register the soft slick of the strap sliding out of you, until it releases with a small wet sound. You whine, already missing the sensation.

Again, a stray thought materializes in the back of your mind – in the frightfully small space not consumed with the perpetual carnal urge to ride your guerrilla until the wheels fall off – you positively marvel at Dani’s stamina.

Dani hums, content. “So, beat-up old squeaky bunker, huh? Check?” she smirks, wiping you down carefully, but you're still floating down from the clouds of your bliss.

“How…” you begin when you can finally speak, still breathless, cunt still twitching steadily. Your eyes flutter open, hazy and sated, and meet hers.

“Hmm?” Dani asks, absentmindedly caressing your cheek once more.

“How do you make that seem so easy?” you ask, placing an unsteady hand flat on her chest, toying with the neckline of her tank, unable to stop replaying the memory of her toned hips sustaining their dizzying tempo through her own orgasm.

Dani laughs, the sound renewing the flood of warmth between your bruised thighs. You smile, make a decision then and there.

“Coño, you think I lug around three rifles and a pistol every day just to help free Yara?” Dani winks, giving your sore hips a commanding squeeze.

It's your turn to laugh. “Let’s do some training then, guerrilla,” you say, pulling her in again.

#dani rojas x reader #dani rojas x f!reader #smut #smutty smut #dani rojas #dani rojas fc6 #far cry 6 #writings #holyyyy shit what have I done #ty for reading/stopping by

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voglatte · 3 months

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holaa, vi que tenés los pedidos abiertoos. podrías escribir algo sobre pipee? porfiiis 🥺

⊹ ┊DRUNK IN LOVE ꒱ .ﾟ

↷ ˊ- pairing: felipe otaño x f!reader.

warnings: NONE just fluff.

summary: felipe te confiesa que le gustas mientras está borracho.

• dani’s typing… ! idk pero pipe me da vibes de friends to lovers in my opinion (sorry, tengo algo con escribir confesiones).

tu espalda estaba doliendo por el peso del chico que tenías encima mientras te balanceabas entre tus piernas para seguir de pie.

“dale pipe, ayúdame un poquito boludo” dijiste más bien en un gruñido y él solo murmuró incoherencias.

básicamente lo que había pasado es que habían salido a tomar unos tragos con algunos amigos y la mayoría se había pasado de copas, uno de ellos siendo felipe que ahora se encontraba bajo los efectos de alcohol.

“sos muy linda, además de que hueles muy bien” su cara se encontraba metida en tu cuello aún dejando todo su peso muerto en el tuyo. “¿sabés que me gustas mucho?” tratabas de no prestarle mucha atención a sus palabras.

sentiste algo caliente en tus mejillas y sabias que te habías sonrojado, las palabras que él decía tenían cierto peso para ti.

“dale boludo, necesitas descansar” aclaraste tu garganta que en un momento parecía ser el mismísimo desierto, tus plegarias se hicieron realidad al estar en la puerta de su habitación de hotel. “voy a buscar con tu permiso la tarjeta de la puerta” buscaste en los bolsillos de sus jeans la llave digital que abriría la puerta y la conseguiste con cierta felicidad.

no tenías ni idea de como sobreviviste a tanta cercanía con el castaño y sus comentarios sin sentido (según tu) sobre ti.

con un esfuerzo casi inhumano lograste acomodarlo en la cama que estaba un poco desordenada, mientras quitabas sus zapatos y tapabas su cuerpo con las sábanas rojas que la adornaban.

“quedate…” aún con sus ojos azules cerrados buscó tu mano y sentiste un chispazo que te hizo separarla al momento sin ser brusca. “no me dejes solo” sollozó, más bien haciendo un berrinche de borracho.

“no lo sé” le susurraste.

“anda, prometo no roncar” sonrío como un niño inocente y sus labios formaron un puchero que lo encontrabas sumamente dulce, sus ojos brillosos por el cansancio abiertos para ver fijamente los tuyos.

insistió un poco golpeando el lugar que estaba solo en la gran cama y bostezó cerrando sus ojos pero volviéndolos a abrir al instante esperando tu respuesta.

lo pensaste muy bien, tu cuerpo dolía de manera infernal por haber prácticamente cargado a felipe hasta su habitación, así que no lo tomaste como mala idea.

“va, pero dormite un rato” acariciaste sus mechones cafés y llegaste al otro extremo de la cama para quitar tus zapatillas dejándolas a un lado de la cama junto a toda la joyería que llevabas. tu mirada se dirigió a felipe el cual ahora dormía con una sonrisa plasmada en su cara.

no era un momento incómodo, estabas acostumbrada a dormir con él ya que eran bastante cercanos más que con los otros chicos que también los acompañaban en este viaje. no quisiste pensar mucho sobre los comentarios del ojos claros, cerrando tus ojos y dejándote caer en los brazos de morfeo junto a él.

no te diste cuenta cuando se había hecho de día y escuchaste una leve voz de fondo que te hicieron gemir exhausta, tus ojos aún cerrados por el dolor de cabeza que cargabas.

“dale, levantate que te vine a traer el desayuno flaca” era felipe que traía consigo una bandeja en manos que desprendía un olor exquisito y enseguida tu estómago gruñó.

te levántaste de a poco frotando tus ojos con el dorso de la mano mientras colocaba la bandeja en tus piernas y solo le diste un pequeño “gracias, pipe”.

comieron compartiendo de a ratos todo lo qué pasó ayer pero no querías que se enterara sobre las cosas que había dicho sobre ti así que lo ignoraste, igual no sentías que fuese algo importante.

dejaste la bandeja a un lado cuando terminaste de comer y de un trago bebiste el agua fresca que se encontraba en el vaso.

“sabés que no es mentira ¿no?” comentó de la nada.

“¿de que hablás? no te estoy entendiendo pipe” sus ojos miraban cualquier rincón de la habitación menos a ti, tu corazón se empezó acelerar en el tiempo que permaneció callado.

“todo lo que te dije ayer” susurró. “estaba borracho pero soy bueno recordando las cosas” sentiste como si te hubieses quedado muda totalmente, querías pero no podías sacar algo de tu garganta, ni siquiera algún monosílabo.

“quiero todo con vos desde que te vi” siguió. “éramos compañeros de trabajo y tomé la decisión de que no quería poner las cosas incómodas entre ambos, pero la realidad es que te adoro” su mano llegó a tocar tu mejilla con delicadeza, como si fueses de porcelana. “me gustaría tener algo con vos, no como amigos pero como pareja, dejame enseñarte todo lo que te mereces” estabas consiente de que tu también querías algo.

te inclinaste al cálido toque de felipe en tu mejilla y suspiraste.

“hm… lo tendría que pensar” sonreíste tanto que creías que no se te iba a quitar nunca pero ese era el efecto que él tenía en ti. su entrecejo se hizo más notable y con un rápido movimiento empezó hacerte cosquillas. “¡y-ya!” el paró al instante riendo. “me encantaría poder tener algo con vos” el tono de tu voz salió sincero.

“¿de verdad?” la suya sonó insegura, no lo podía creer.

asentiste y él solo se lanzó contra tu cuerpo sin dejar caer todo su peso mientras su boca entraba en contacto con la tuya, gimió al sentir tu lengua chocando la suya.

“sos de lo más linda, no lo puedo creer” se separó por un segundo pero volvió a tu boca, ahora estaba seguro que no se iba a querer separar de ella. “por cierto, gracias por cuidar de mi” ahora sentiste sus labios chocar con tu frente.

decidieron darse todo de baja, acostados en la cama, sintiendo la comodidad junto al otro y dejándose llevar por el momento, esperando los grandes planes que les preparaba el futuro para ambos.

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by ﹫ VOGLATTE ╱ consiente de que es un fic relativamente corto (muy) pero muchas cosas están por venir pronto .ᐟ

#la sociedad de la nieve #felipe otaño #society of the snow #felipe otaño x reader #felipe otaño fic #enzo vogrincic #voglatte post .ᐟ #matias recalt #esteban kukuriczka #lsdln

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wlntrsldler · 4 months

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now i see daylight | part ii: treacherous

song: treacherous by taylor swift

series description: set after lust conquers all, jamie returns to richmond and takes accountability for treating you like shit.

warnings: language-- it's ted laso, what did ya expect?; bff!sam, touch starved jamie and reader, A LOT OF ALCOHOL, richmond himbos

pairing: jamie tartt x f! reader

word count: 2054 words

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When the whistle was blown for full time, the cheers in the arena were deafening. You couldn’t hear yourself think and everything seemed to slow. You stood behind Roy, clutching your camera, as you watched the sea of red and blue storm the field. You were only snapped out of your thoughts when Will jumped on your back, hugging you from behind.

“We’re moving up!” Will screamed behind you, beaming from ear to ear. “Come on, Y/N, let’s celebrate!”

You placed your camera on one of the seats under the tent and tossed a jacket over it. You followed Will into the middle of the field where all of the coaches, players, and fans were celebrating.

“Dani Rojas you legend!” You yelled, running toward Dani. He grinned at you, picking you up by your waist to spin you around. “I am so fucking proud of you!”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he put you down, holding you by your shoulders. “You will come to the after-party, yes?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

You made your rounds with all of the players. Most of them were so excited, they couldn’t say anything but, “Let’s goooooo!” Colin threw an arm around you and walked you over to Sam, who you still hadn't seen because of the chaos. When Sam saw you, he ran to you, smiling so wide you were sure his cheeks hurt.

“Y/N! Can you believe it? We are back in the Premier League!”

“I believe it. I knew you guys could do it.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he hugged you tightly. “Are you coming to the after-party? Please tell me you will. I can pick you up.”

You tutted, “Samuel, I will be there but you are not driving tonight. You deserve to get absolutely trashed.”

“Agreed, mate.”

There was that accent again. You turned around to see Jamie, glowing under the lights. Ever since the day he cornered you in the hallway, he made do with his promise. He didn’t bother you again unless it was for work. You’ve been more courteous to him. You no longer ignored his “good mornings,” or “how are ya’s,” but you still kept your distance. However, your resolve was slowly fading. Being around him again made you remember why you were so drawn to him in the first place. With him being a different version of himself now, it increased that attraction tenfold.

Sam looked between the two of you and smirked, walking away discreetly. He’s noticed the small smiles on your face whenever Jamie would come around. You tried to hide it, but Sam knew you too well.

You turned your body to look at Jamie, shyly looking at him. Jamie met your eye, eyes twinkling in a way that you haven’t seen since the last night you shared with him. He had a boyish smile on his face. You pursed your lips, trying not to let a smile slip, but you were unsuccessful. Jamie’s eyes got brighter, which you didn’t realize was possible.

“Great job, Jam.”

Jamie let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding at the sound of his nickname leaving your lips. He bit his bottom lip, stretching his hand out for a handshake, “I appreciate it, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his hand away. You walked toward him and pulled him into a hug. Jamie froze in your arms for a second before melting into the hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until you felt his arms tighten around your torso. It was like you finally got a taste of the thing you were craving for months as if there was nothing else in the world that could’ve made this moment sweeter, better.

Your hand made its way to the back of his neck, where you cradled the back of his head, fingers softly tugging on his hair. It was muscle memory, how you used to cuddle him on his couch all those months ago. Jamie sighed into your skin, his warm breath awakening you from the trance you were under, causing you to pull away.

Both of your faces were flushed when you pulled apart. Jamie cleared his throat, looking down at his feet, before vaguely motioning somewhere as if there was something requiring his attention. You did the same, leaving to go in the opposite direction as him.

You turned around and saw Keeley with a smirk on her face, arms crossed with a knowing look. “World must be ending, I suppose?”

Blushing, you shoved her lightly, “Shut up.”

In true Captain fashion, Isaac rented a giant party bus for all of the players and a few special guests, including you, Keeley, Roy, and Will. The bus was taking all of you to a club in London that Isaac bought out for the night to celebrate the win and promotion. Roy, who should know better now that he was a coach, denounced his coach-ship before he stepped foot on the bus, stating that tonight he was “going to have the fucking time of my life!”

When you walked into the bus with Sam, you were hit with the sound of a club beat. Players were already a few drinks in from the bottles of beer and liquor scattered around the bus. Jan Maas was holding onto the pole, laughing as he fist-pumped to the song. Richard had a bottle of red wine in his grasp, which you later saw had a sticker on it that said “Property of Richard Montlaur.” Colin and Isaac were in the corner singing into a bottle of gin when “Hotel Room Service” by Pitbull started playing.

Sam was pulled from you by O’Brien who made him take shots. With you both being the last two the team was waiting for, the bus lightly jerked as it began its journey to London. The entire team cheered, raising bottles in the air.

You laughed as you tried to make your way around the bus, trying to find a friendly face that wasn’t too far gone. You knew all of them would regret this in the morning. You turned to your right and found Jamie and Dani sharing a bottle of tequila, laughing at something that you’d later learn was not that funny.

“Y/N!” Dani yelled when he saw you. He scooted over on the leather bench, leaving a space next to Jamie for you to occupy. “You are here!”

“I am!” You replied, shaking your head at how far gone the boys already are and you’ve barely even left Nelson Road. “How you guys feelin’?”

“Fuckin’ fantastic,” Jamie replied, taking another sip from the bottle. He handed it to you, which you took. You drank some and grimaced when the strong taste hit your tongue.

The two boys laughed as you passed the bottle to Dani. Dani stood up, holding onto the pole that Jan Maas was holding earlier, and began to make his rounds in the bus. He kept offering the bottle to anyone he saw. You couldn’t help but laugh at how they all took the bottle from Dani, despite not liking tequila.

“‘M glad you’re here.”

Your attention focused back on Jamie, who was staring up at you. His eyes were clouded, eyelids droopy. You playfully punched his shoulder, “How are you already drunk?”

Jamie furrowed his eyebrows, “You and Sam were so late. We had to get started without you lot.”

“We were thirty minutes late.”

“A lot can happen in thirty minutes.”

You snorted. It made Jamie smile. He bumped your knee with his. You looked at where your bodies touched. Your breath got stuck in your throat. You swallowed, “I guess I need to catch up.”

“Damn right,” a lopsided smirk graced his lips. He dug behind him in the ice bucket and pulled out a bottle of Clase Azul. He handed it to you, “Go on then.”

“Menace,” you replied, grabbing the bottle from him. Your fingers brushed, sending shocks throughout your entire body. “You know I can’t say no to good tequila.”

“Yeah, that’s why I bought it,” he shrugged, opening a beer. “I bought it for you. Nearly broke Bumbercatch’s arm when he tried to open it earlier.”

“Jamie, this is an expensive bottle of tequila.”

“Yeah well, Coach wouldn’t let me buy the whole team PS5s as a sorry, but he didn’t say anything about buyin’ you expensive liquor.”

You were sure that Jamie was only saying this because the alcohol was clouding his better judgment. He probably won’t remember this in the morning, or at the very least, he’d wonder whether or not this was real life or just something his mind made up. You opened the bottle and took a long swig from it.

As good as the tequila was, you still grimaced, frantically searching to find a chaser. Jamie, who remembered your drinking habits, held out a cup of Diet Coke. You downed the entire cup, sighing in relief when the taste of tequila was masked by the sugary drink. “Thanks, Jam.”

“Missed you callin’ me that,” he admitted, a look of longing on his face. “Missed you in general, to be honest. Been hell without you in my life.”

“Jamie,” you started, turning your body to him. “You’re drunk so I suggest you stop talking.”

“Am I makin’ you uncomfortable?” Jamie asked, concern on his face. He sobered for a moment, blinking back as if he was trying to figure out what he just said.

“No, no,” you assured him, placing a hand on his thigh. He tensed under your touch, letting out a shaky breath. You were really close to each other now. “You’re not making me uncomfortable. I just don’t want you to say anythin’ you’ll regret in the morning.”

“Don’t think that’ll happen,” he said, nonchalantly. He took a sip from his beer, trying not to move too much in fear that you would remove your hand from his thigh if he did. Hesitantly, he started drawing figure eights with his pointer finger on your hand that was touching him. He let out a breath when you didn’t pull away. “Been regrettin’ not saying anything to ya. Should’ve told you how I felt that night. Or any night after that, really. I was just bein’ a prick ‘cause I was hurt that Richmond let me go.”

You stayed silent. You didn’t know what to make of his words. Was he talking about the night you told him how you felt? Surely not. What does he mean by tell you how he felt?

Jamie continued, “And the thing was, I knew Richmond had no say in whether or not I was goin’ back to Man City, but it still hurt, I guess. Woke up to a text sayin’ I had to go back to Man City from my agent. Not even a text from Ted, or Keeley, or you. Thought I didn’t mean nothin’ to any of ya, so I just shut everyone out.”

“And it’s real shit of me to do, ain’t it? Especially how I treated ya. I don’t blame you for not forgiving me or giving me a second chance.” He stopped drawing on your hand. He drank from his beer again. You looked at him. He had a small and nervous smile on his face. Testing his luck, he brought a hand up to touch your face. “Shame I fucked it all up really ‘cause you’re the only person I ever actually wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Jamie–”

“Come on, party animals!” Isaac yelled from the front of the bus. Somehow the top five buttons of his shirt became undone during the drive. He slung an arm around Will, who had a tie wrapped around the circumference of his head, “Let’s get iiiiiittttttt!”

The bus erupted in hollers as players trickled out of the bus. Sam, who was giggly under the influence, found you next to Jamie. Jamie, seeing that Sam was there to walk you out of the bus, waved goodbye to you and caught up with Bumbercatch. You held the Clase Azul bottle close to your body as you threw on a fake smile, walking off the bus with Sam.

part i: don't you

part iii: daylight

#ted lasso #ted lasso oneshot #ted lasso imagines #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso series #jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfic #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x yn #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt series #jamie tartt oneshot #frances writes #frances song fics #now i see daylight

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ao3feed-tedlasso · 1 year

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It's you and me, that's my whole world

by galactickle

Being Colin's Hughes best friend wasn't easy, especially when you're helping him hide his secret, but what happens when that all gets turned upside down by one guy: Jan Maas?

Words: 2121, Chapters: 2/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: Jan Maas, Colin Hughes, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton, Sam Obisanya, Isaac McAdoo, Dani Rojas (Ted Lasso), Ted Lasso

Relationships: Jan Maas/Reader, Colin Hughes & Reader

Additional Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Mentioned fem presenting like twice, not enough ted lasso x readers out there, this one is for my jan maas and colin girlies out there, colin is your bff, jan maas is your love interest, the rest is just good ol fun, gender neutral reader

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47070112

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso Fic #ao3feed

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kassandras-one-braincell · 2 years

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Hello, I was wondering if youre currently accepting brainrot? Because your Abby polaroid fic got me acting up and thinking graphic thots about the buff lady squad strapping me into next tuesday and just a CRUMB of insight into their strap games would be xmas come early 💙

Darling I am ALWAYS accepting brainrot. Hit me up whenever, send paragraphs or anything, I exist in a constant state of thirst for these women. And I’m feeling festive (and also sorry because I believe the only strap fic I’ve ever written is ~840 words long :c) so let me provide some spicy soup below!

I shall elaborate on their respective strap games under the cut because minors better not fucking interact:

Abby can be mean, but in the best possible way. She knows you love it when she manhandles you, using that brute strength to hold you firm and bully her strap into your weeping hole, driving her hips with frightening force and precision. She’s utterly obsessed with the sight of the strap disappearing into you and the sounds you make as a result. And when your brain is fogged over, teetering on the boundary between “it’s too much” and needing desperately to cum again? That’s when she’ll be satisfied.

Eivor is a beast, feral and ravenous. She’s thinking the softest, sweetest thoughts and engraving the sight of you coming undone into a sonnet, and is happy to make tender love to you, but let her have her way and you won’t regret it. Rough, each spearing thrust accompanied by a grunt or groan, encouraged by angry red lines carved into her inked back. With all the weaponry she carries on a daily basis, you know she has stamina. If you ride her, she won’t resist rutting up into you, plowing you from beneath; primal intimacy is her specialty.

Soma ultimately craves you clawing desperately at the bedsheets and her back, but she won’t overwhelm you immediately. No, she’ll take her time, setting an unhurried pace, deliberately avoiding thrusting up into the one spot that’ll make you see stars, right up until your frustration sets in and you’re pleading for her to fuck you already. And she can’t say no to you, can she? She’ll use that vikingr strength to obliterate you, grunting sweet nothings into your flesh, kissing your soft exposed skin, moaning as if her strap is physically part of her being.

Kassandra is, above all, calculated. She knows precisely when to switch rhythm, delivering a blissful plethora of sensations; bringing you to peak from languid, sensual rolls of her hips in one moment, hammering into you with a grip on your hair and furious fingertips on your clit in the next. A sinful strategist right up until the moment she cums, hips jerking erratically, stifling her moans in your neck. But it’s not enough, not for her - she’s greedy, selfish, needing to feel you tremble and sob in the aftershocks of overstimulation... A mercenary always gets what they want.

Dani, living a life where each day may be her last, relishes in the intimacy of strapping you. She loves to grind her hips into you, drinking in the sounds escaping your throat and the warmth of your breathy moans fanning her skin, taking her sweet time. But there are times where the stress of a brush with death gets to her, and she craves steamy, skin-slapping, wanton fucking, burying the length of her strap into you with ferocity, fuelled by the carnal need to get off against the base of the toy while rearranging your insides.

#❀ sugar and spice ❀#eivor #eivor x reader #f!eivor x reader #kassandra of sparta #kassandra x reader #kassandra #soma jarlskona #soma x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #dani rojas #dani rojas fc6 #dani rojas x reader #smut

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mrsdanirojas · 2 years

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Different – Dani Rojas x Reader

Summary: It's hard to find a hair stylist you can trust – more so in times of war, no? You've been cutting your bestie's hair the same way ever since she asked you to lend a hand, but today is different.

Notes: I um, broke my own heart with a different piece I worked on this weekend, so I wrote out this (criminally self-indulgent) short fluff(?) piece as a sort of balm and an ode to kissing your bestie-crushes. Could it be better? Yeah. Did it soothe my poor heart? Kind of. Is this purely fluff? I'm not sure.

Also I have never cut someone's hair in my entire life so apologies in advance lmao.

Content notes: None, I think?? It's 2 AM (as of this note), you tell me. (No really -- you're always welcome to let me know if I can tag something.)

EDIT: Though there’s no explicit content in this story (for once), reminder that my entire blog in general is not for minors. So “minors do not interact” still applies here.

Word count: 1086

On AO3.

“Ahí estas, Dani,” you tell her with satisfied finality, running your fingers through her short brown hair to separate and critically appraise the strands, fingertips disappearing within the dark curtain at the back of her head before emerging down near the nape of her neck. Growing up your grandmother used to say it like that by way of dismissal, but you’re not yet ready to let Dani go. You do, however, want her and her fidgeting leg, her wandering arms, and her swiveling head to know you’re almost done.

In reality you don’t mind taking the extra time to adjust the busy guerrilla’s position in the creaky wooden chair to make sure you snip only the hair you want, light hands cupping the sides of her head to bring it back to position or tapping her shoulders to remind her to straighten her spine. There’s nothing to be done about her bouncing leg, but it doesn’t really derail your work, and, moreover, it’s understandable, given Dani’s vulnerability at the mercy of your hands. Can’t quite spring into action to defend the hideout if you’re sat in a chair, ratty threadbare old towel draped around your shoulders, getting your routine haircut.

But today is different, you remind yourself. Smiling, you continue running your hands through Dani’s hair, gathering any loose strands and smoothing it back into place in preparation for her own assessment using the heavy handheld mirror she’d brought when she’d first asked for your help. Your hands reach her hairline for a final run when Dani’s head leans slightly back over the edge of the chair and into your touch, coming to rest against your abdomen. You step forward and press a hand to the top of her forehead, holding her to you with careful, tender pressure. She lets out a soft sigh, and you realize her entire body has quietened.

It’s nothing. She always does this. You’re her best friend – of course she feels comfortable with you.

You hope she can’t feel – or fuck, hear – your heart beating in your chest inches away from her head. (Stupid. Of course she can.)

Dani doesn’t move. You’re telling yourself you have a choice to make, but you snap out of it, thumb starting to rub small, slow circles in her scalp that evolve into an unhurried massage of the top of her head. You can see her shoulders rise and fall, but you can’t tell, over the knocking of your heart in your throat, over the pitching of your stomach, over the vibrating in your limbs, whether she’s at all agitated.

Friends. Best friends comforting each other in the middle of a fucking war. It’s fine.

With a final press of the back of her head into your body, you pick up the mirror on the counter and pass it to Dani over her shoulder, letting her take it to better inspect your handiwork.

“Gracias. It was starting to drive me fucking crazy.”

You laugh. “How does it look?”

Attention back toward the mirror, Dani squeezes an eye shut and cocks both an eyebrow and her head in mock deliberation. She grins at you in the reflection, lets out a light chuckle at the playful smack you give her, and says, “Perfect.”

She looks up, thoughtful. “You know, I should really learn how to do it myself. Then I don’t have to keep bugging you all the time.”

Ay, Dani. You choose not to think about having to stop your sessions – you’re too sure, by now. You smile at her, briefly squeeze her shoulder. “You’ll have to come by for lessons, then, guerrilla. I don’t know if you can top this, though.”

She laughs again, taunting. “Pinga. Is that a bet?”

It’s so easy with her. Today’s no different, except it is.

“Hmm. Let me see from the front.”

She straightens somewhat in her seat as you circle around to face her, removing the towel and making sure everything looks even. You bend down, drawing closer, dusting stray threads of fine hair out of her scarred eyebrows and off of her high cheekbones, steady hands belying your wavering resolve.

Then her green eyes pierce yours, just before darting down toward her shoes and the tattooed hands gathered in her lap. You pause your ministrations and take the opportunity to admire the lashes catching the afternoon glow, the pale nicks dotting the tanned skin, the smooth lips inches from yours.

Thumb and forefinger find her chin. Take it. Lift it, and her gaze along with it, gradually up until she’s facing you again. Her serious eyes aren’t quite wide under her raised brows, but you notice they can’t decide between your loving gaze and your parted mouth, and now you’re certain you understand the rise and fall of her shoulders.

“Dani.”

“I…Yes?”

You don’t realize it’s a whisper until it’s out. “Can I kiss you?”

She doesn’t say yes. She also doesn’t say no. But Dani’s lips fall into yours, far and away softer than anything you expected or have ever experienced – and you’ve long wondered what to expect.

You’ve always smiled at the term locking lips but it’s true and it’s right and it’s rapturous, her lips fitting exactly with yours even as you angle your head to deepen the embrace. You savor the taste of her; the particular glide of her upper lip between yours; the breath from her nose fanning across the top of your mouth (breathe, Dani); the gentle hum that escapes her after some time unknown to the both of you. You kiss again, her hands finding the flushed sides of your face, your hands running once more through the hair at the back of her head. It occurs to you that you’re still bending over her sitting in the old wooden chair in the middle of the kitchen, that she’s stroking the skin of your cheeks with disconcerting tenderness, that you never want this to end.

Slowly, teeth tugging your lower lip, Dani pulls away, and you fight back a whine. You’re breathless, heart soaring, head spinning, so you don’t catch the glint in her eye, until she asks, “Does this mean I get the lessons for free?”

Your heart flutters, elated, and the laugh you let out relieves it only momentarily. You touch a hand to her cheek, cupping it. You watch Dani’s brow furrow in response, mouth parting in desperate veneration and eyes honing in on your mouth, before she pulls you onto her lap and in, again.

#dani rojas x reader #dani rojas x f!reader #dani rojas fc6 #dani rojas #far cry 6 #i'm lovesick your honor #here for all the soft queer haircuts #somehow this fic is still breaking my heart but i think it's because it's day 290 of not being married to Dani Rojas #ty for reading/stopping by #if you've made it this far in the tags i hope you have a lovely day!

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mrsdanirojas · 2 years

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Love You – Dani Rojas x f!Reader

Summary: She was down to hit it from the back, so you figured she'd be down for a little reverse cowgirl (*shrug*). You were right. (A morning-after sequel following the first time Dani fucks you from behind.)

Notes: Um, this short fic half wrote itself before I could stop it, so here we are <3 It’s not even a fic, really, it’s more like drabble and I cut as much as I could, but alas,,

Content notes: Explicit, so minors – leave us. [*you're promptly escorted out of the room by my henchwomen*] Strap-on; edging; hair-pulling; spanking; lack of plot bc I continue to be a whore with a figurative pen

Word count: 1182

On AO3.

Even though you know Dani Rojas is loving this, taking in the sight of your bare ass slapping against her hips as you take in the full length and unforgiving girth of her strap, you also know you climbed on top of her lying on the bed this way (decisively; back to her astonished face; with not a little force) expressly so you could sit up nearly straight and take her as far in as humanly fucking possible. It’s a little selfish, maybe, but you wouldn’t know it from the string of low moans coming from behind and below you.

“Fuck,” Dani breathes, drawing out the expletive, bucking roughly into you with the strength of her arousal. Though the unexpected thrust lights a fire in your limbs that beckons you off the deep end, you’re hell-bent on your process.

You tut, leaning forward across her lithe outspread thighs and letting the strap gradually slide almost all the way out of you, pausing only when you feel the tip kiss the slick entrance of your swollen heat. The move underscores the sheer length of it gliding against your walls and sends hot waves of pleasure rolling outward from your cunt, but you maintain your focus on your guerrilla below. “Are you okay, corazón?” you ask, entirely insincerely.

Dani groans, forceful breathing channeling through her nose as she tries to keep it together. You’d been teasing her this way – now bouncing wantonly to ride the life out of her, now unsheathing her with agonizing leisure so she had no choice but to watch the thick strap appear from your depths – for what you knew was approaching a dangerous amount of time. How much time, exactly, you neither knew nor cared, too busy treasuring the progression of Dani’s quiet grunts to startled gasps and now into tortured moans.

Yes, it’s torturous for Dani, so accustomed to throwing you around like you’re her depraved little rag doll (you are), but to be fair, she had started it.

“I–” Dani faltered earlier when you asked her how she’d slept. “Pinga, I can’t stop thinking about last night.” She ran a distressed hand through her hair, unsuccessfully attempting a smile as her green eyes glazed over in vivid contemplation. Your heart sang; you knew she was revisiting the same memories that had plagued you since this morning.

“You liked that, hm, amor?” you asked, setting down your mug and drawing closer to her spot by the doorframe.

Dani’s eyes blazed, but the tone that followed was aching, soft. “Liked it?” Tender hands found your waist, coaxed you into the safety of her chest. She wrapped her arms around you, bringing your fronts flush together not unlike the way she’d pressed her chest flat against your back just last night. “I loved it,” she murmured, brushing a soft kiss on your cheek. “I loved you. You were perfect.”

Blushing furiously despite yourself, stomach falling fast, you nevertheless managed to thread your hands into her hair, tugging gently on the strands at the back of her head before pulling her in for a kiss. You liked that Dani was open to your ideas, and you had a feeling she liked it, too.

You were right, you thought, as she let you lead her by the hand back into the bedroom.

“Please, mami,” Dani answers, the anguished croak bringing you back to the present and nearly stopping you mid-stroke. Hearing her beg tugs on something within you – you’re not sure what – but you decide to show a little mercy, in your own way.

You briefly adjust your hold on her bruised knees and carefully grind back down on her, rolling slowly to take it all in, from the pliant head down to the wide base, earning a whine. For once, you’re glad Dani can’t see you like this, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth agape in silent ecstasy. You’d been edging her heartlessly but not without a significant amount of concentration on your part, too.

You pause to make sure Dani’s actually okay. Something about your new position and the unadulterated pleasure you take in leading your lover to her undoing is leaving Dani almost entirely powerless in your literal grip. Whether she’s giving it to you or whether you’re truly taking it – the power is intoxicating, almost as much as the feeling of her buried deep inside you. Relieved to hear her breaths, labored but steady, you find one of her warm hands resting on your waist and squeeze lightly before pressing on.

“Lo que tú quieres, mi amor,” you coo, last words coming out breathlessly as you work your hips from their languid circles up to a decisive, positively whorish pace. At last you allow yourself to release a short, high-pitched moan as you settle into that fevered rhythm, pleased to find Dani starting to match you before reaching up and twisting your hair around her fist to pull your head back. Fuck. The seemingly endless taunting has unbalanced you both, you realize, when the open palm of her free hand connects with your ass, the sound cracking through the thick air like a whip and making you cry out. Oh. There’s the Dani you know; without fail the rough handling sends you spiraling, hips whipping into a frenzy so the head of the strap pounds repeatedly, directly into your sweet spot.

“Holy shit,” Dani pants, following your tempo but overtaking you in force, using your head as an anchor to rut into you with a fierceness that nearly knocks you over, unleashing a stream of whimpers for which you’re wholly unprepared. As intended, the precise angle of your lover plowing you from below and behind allows for the strap to plunge into the furthest depths of your heat, setting you ablaze with bliss. You chase the sensation of the strap lodged deep within you, needing it further and further inside, and your rolls shift accordingly, moreso dragging on Dani’s strap rather than bouncing. The resulting orgasm is intense, both of your hips fused together in a desperate dance, muscles of your walls wrapped tightly around and pulling on the entirety of the strap, soaring moans knocking against each other before finally falling in unison over the edge of your arousal.

It’s only when you rise up off the strap, sight of the supple glistening shaft retreating for the last time surely leaving Dani’s head spinning, and turn around to straddle and face Dani for the first time since you’d led her to the site of her ruin, that you realize what had tugged on you earlier.

She lies there, head thrown back against the long-suffering pillow, heaving chest struggling to regain its composure, and you remember this was just how you’d envisioned it. Dani’s eyes, hazy and framed by her long silky lashes, find yours, almost distracting you from the warm smile breaking out from one side of her mouth. Holding her gaze, you reach out to take her hand and squeeze again, this time with a firmness borne of knowing your guerrilla loves you, trusts you, and you her.

#dani rojas x reader #dani rojas x f!reader #dani rojas #dani rojas fc6 #smut #smutty smut #writings #far cry 6 #sorry sorry it wrote itself i swear #i'm so smitten with Dani...just go on without me y'all

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