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violentdelightsandviolentends · 11 months

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congratulations on your new milestone! you said you’d love more javi so here i am lol how about javier + best friend’s brother/brother’s best friend (whichever inspires you more) + "you look so pretty like this." 🫶🏾

2 Murphy's and a Peña.

y. Brothers best friend + 18. "You look so pretty like this."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. anon - i know you sent me another request that said to discard the brother's best friend bit because i've already done it, but i had to do it again for javi!! i'll admit, i did bump this request to the top of the pile. what can i say, i was feeling inspired by mr peña , as per usual. thanks for being the sweetest!!

Pairing - Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 1081

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Javier swings open his front door, eager to find out who's attempting to punch their way into his neighbours apartment.

"Cariño, if he hasn't answered by now, I'm guessing he isn't home."

You spin on your heel, relieved to be met with the sight of Javier Peña leaning against his doorframe, whiskey in hand.

"Him and Connie rarely go out. I assumed they'd be in," you shrug.

Javi takes a moment to look you up and down. You're wearing a tight dress that hugs your curves just right, and doesn't leave much to the imagination. The colour compliments your skin tone beautifully, and Javi has to remind himself that you are his partners sister. Strictly off limits. It doesn't stop him from staring, though.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you wink.

"I'll hang it in my apartment if you like, right above the fireplace," he teases.

You both laugh, the sound echoing down the hallway.

"What do you need, hermosa? Where are you going dressed like that?"

"Dressed like what?"

"All pretty."

You try not to blush at his compliment. He's so smooth, so easy with it, you understand why all of his informants are so willing to sleep with him.

"I'm not going out, I'm coming back. I had a date, and now I've locked myself out of my apartment. I was hoping to crash at Steve's, but I guess that option has gone out the window," you sigh, leaning back against the door.

"Well, come in while you wait for him to get back. You can tell me more about this date of yours."

He steps aside, gesturing at you to enter his apartment. It's not the first time you've been inside, but usually you're with Steve. It feels different now it's just the two of you.

"You don't wanna hear about the date, I promise you. It was fuckin' awful. God, guys suck. It's my own fault, really."

He pours you a drink as he listens, moving to sit next to you on the couch.

"What's your fault, huh?"

"I just needed to get laid, so I put too much faith in him. He did not deliver."

It's now that Javier realises you've probably had a drink or two. You're never usually this open, this brazen with him. He'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little.

"That bad?" he asks, voice an octave deeper than before.

"Worse than you can imagine. I was dry as the goddamn desert. What's the complete opposite of turned on?"

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. It makes you smile, the corners of your mouth turning up.

"It was like he was a teenager," you continue. "He kept grabbing at me. And not in a sexy way. In a clumsy, I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing kind of way."

Javi keeps chuckling, whiskey loosening him up more than usual.

"What the fuck are you laughing at, Javier?" you giggle.

"I just - " he takes a breath to try and stifle his amusement. "You need a real man, cariño. Not one of these stupid little boys. You need a guy who knows what he's doing."

"Yeah?" you tease. "And where am I supposed to find someone like that?"

"He's probably closer than you think," he murmurs.

Javier has, in fact, gotten closer. He's slowly shuffled along the couch so your legs are pressed together. You can feel his breath tickle your cheek everytime he exhales.

"You need a man who puts you first," he mutters, his nose brushing yours. "You gonna let me put you first, honey?"

His tone is low and slow, like golden honey. The timbre of it is shooting straight to your core, lust clouding your judgment.

"We can't," you whisper. "What if my brother finds out?"

"I won't tell if you won't."

Decision made. You lean in, closing the tiny space between you and pressing your lips to his. Javier kisses you greedily, trying to consume you, swallow you whole.

You hitch a leg over so you're straddling him, sitting comfortably in his lap. His hands go straight to your hips, grabbing so hard you know he'll leave fingerprints. You're moaning into his mouth, tangling your fingers through his hair to pull him closer.

Javi tugs your dress up around your waist, kneading your ass with his strong hands. You start to rock your hips slowly, reveling in the way his zipper catches your clit occasionally.

"Come here," he whispers, moving you to sit on one of his thighs. The rough denim of his jeans is a welcome contrast to the soaking material of your underwear, pleasure coursing through you instantly.

You fist your hands into the front of his shirt, using him as leverage. Javi starts to bump his leg up and down as you rock your hips back and forth, both sensations making you whine.

"You look so pretty like this," he groans. "Prettiest girl I've ever seen."

It's like his verbal filter is gone, filth spewing from his mouth in a constant stream.

"That's right baby, use me. Take what you need."

"Told you you needed a real man. I'm not even touching you and look how close you are already."

"You like that, hermosa? You like riding me like this? Fuck, I can't wait to show you what you've been missing all this time, messing around with those stupid boys."

"You're almost there, honey, I can feel it. Just a little more. That's it, atta girl. Just a little more."

His dulcet voice is driving you closer and closer to the edge, your hips moving faster on their own accord.

"Javi," you whine. "So good. So so good."

"Come for me, hermosa. Show me how pretty you look when you come. Good girl. Give it to me."

Your climax hits you like an ocean wave, crashing over your entire body. It's white hot and blinding, muscles tensing and hips stuttering.

You're spent, head falling forward to lean on Javi's shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, tracing patterns on your back soothingly.

"You did good, sweetheart."

"So did you," you chuckle sleepily.

"How about you have a nap, and then I'll show you what else I'm good at?" he asks, teasing lacing his tone.

"Sounds perfect," you whisper, settling down into his lap, face nuzzling into his chest.

Javi doesn't tell you when he hears Steve get home. You look pretty comfortable where you are.

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chaotic-iguana · 8 months

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hello, hi. you don’t know me but i know who u are KAMSK JK hi kali.

if you’re still doing these, i’d like to request a little SFW joel blurb of:

“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

tysm, *bows*

hello, hi. wow i wonder who found my askbox (hi bee hru babe) i am doing these? its i mean it was supposed to be a 400 followers celebration but im on 500 now so lets keep it rolling. I LOVE THE BLURB. love u thank u for the bow ahfdkjfhsdhf no outbreak au, husband! joel universe because its been too long. wordcount: 0.28k

masterlist.

Care | husband! joel x reader

You swear you loved your husband, but you just wanted to murder him sometimes. Only sometimes.

See - it was cute, that he loved you this much and he wasn’t afraid of showing it. In its own way, adorable too, the fact that he was this worried about your wellbeing.

But on the other fucking hand, you were mildly injured. Mildly. And being bounced bridal-style in his arms as he carried you from the kitchen to the couch. What a long, arduous journey. Thank god you had your knight in shining armor.

“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.” Joel huffed, ignoring you. You raised a brow at him, reaching hand up to flick his nose. He just shook his head and continued carrying you into the living room.

“I can see that, sweetheart. ‘S besides the point. Y’gotta rest and ice that so you can be back on your feet ‘s soon as damn possible, y’ know?” Seeing you roll your eyes, he reached down to plant a kiss on your head.

“Jus’ let me take care of you sometimes, honey.” You snorted, reaching your arms out for him from the couch. He acquiesced, settling his large frame over you, lying in your lap with his head against your stomach.

“Don’t need taking care of, dumbo.” His head shot up, eyes giving you a look so incredulous you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m not the one who slipped on Sarah’s very obvious toy truck, dumbo.” The sound of a word that stupid coming from his mouth - drawled out in his playful tone - just made you laugh harder.

Just wait till he got a sore back. You’d fucking carry him everywhere too. See how he likes it.

hello loves, as always - thank you for reading. comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day! taglist (message to be taken off): @imherefordeanandbones, @theywhowriteandknowthings, @josephquinnswhore, @millerscoffee, @nostalxgic, @sscorpiiio, @pedrosaidsheispunk, @breakfastatjoels, @its-nebuleuse, @sofiparallel, @mandoisapunk, @bastardmandennis, @pawnshopblues22, @evyiione, @amanitacowboy, @party-hearses. divider by @reveriesources.

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bit-dodgy-innit · 2 years

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Group Effort

A/N: Hello and welcome to next installment of my 500 Follower Celebration...let’s get fucknasty! Also, just to be abundantly clear, this is very much pre-Nyla and Reader is engaged to the moon boys. Also Mr. Lockley’s little bit of Spanish will be translated at the bottom of the fic as per usual.

The prompt: You and Marc share your wildest fantasies with each other…turns out you both share the fantasy of you getting gangbanged by the three of them in separate bodies.

Requested by: @kotonei-molyneux & @strawberry1042-blog …great minds think alike 😈😈

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, with a bit of Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, because we can’t leave them out of the fun, can we?

Word Count: 2.3k Spice-o-meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 - Rated E, Minors DNI!

TW/CW: A LOT of dirty talk, handjob, vaginal fingering, talk of group sex/gangbang so mention of nipple play (hello it me), oral (f and m receiving), penetrative sex, anal sex, triple penetration, a little bit of sub!reader, creampie, cum-eating, orgasm denial, exhibition, masturbation, cumshot, talk of internalized slut-shaming, Marc being our dream supportive bf

You weren’t precisely sure how the topic came up, but it surfaced after you and Marc shared a long, steamy lovemaking session. The two of you were lying in bed utterly sated and exhausted, your torso draped over his chest while he played with your intertwined fingers. Much like a magpie, your eye was drawn to the glint of the three-stone diamond engagement ring that had recently made its home on your left hand.

“Hmm, tell me,” Marc hummed into your ear, “what’s your wildest fantasy?”

Despite having spent the better part of the afternoon with your face in Marc’s groin, you blushed. Not because you were shy about talking about sex or your needs, but because your wildest fantasy was dirty. Not to mention impossible and potentially offending to your fiancé.

“What’s yours?” you tried to deflect.

“I asked you first,” he countered. He tipped your chin up so your eyes met. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Ugh, Marc’s molten chocolate eyes and the fact he’d fucked your brains out earlier prevented your normally quick-thinking brain from coming up with a believable backup answer. “I, um…uh.”

“Want me to go first?” Your fiancé had mercy on you, the last thing he wanted to do was pressure you. The only reason he’d brought it up in the first place was because Marc thought it could be a way to bring you two closer.

“Please,” you murmured from where you’d buried your face into Marc’s spectacular pecs.

“Okay,” he began as he stroked your hair, “it’s definitely a fantasy because the last time this happened I was technically dead.”

Out of everything Marc could’ve said, you certainly didn't expect him to say that. You angled your head so you could see him.

“But when I went to the Duat, Steven, Jake, and I were in separate bodies. And if there was ever a way for us to replicate that without the death part, I’d want us to all, uh…I’d want the three of us to fuck you. Drown you in pleasure.”

Your eyes widened, and Marc automatically assumed that he’d gone too far. Before he could backtrack however you said in an awed whisper, “That’s mine too.”

“Really?” Marc asked, his cock beginning to stir at the thought.

“Yeah. I didn’t say it at first because I wasn't sure how you’d feel about it,” you confessed, “I didn’t know if having the other boys involved would like, I don’t know, make you think I wanted you any less.”

“It’s the opposite really,” Marc told you, pulling you in for a kiss, “it means you accept all parts of me.”

You graced him with a beaming grin, your eyes lit from within. “I love you so much, baby.”

“Love you too,” he returned after kissing you again. Then his gaze darkened, “So…what would you want us to do?”

A pink hue stained your cheeks. “Well…um, you know how I love when you play with my tits.”

“Mmmm, I do,” Marc urged you on. “I’m pretty fond of them myself.”

He sneaked a glance down at the aforementioned breasts while you went on, “You are, but you know how Steven is absolutely bananas for them. So in my fantasy, uh, you’re actually eating me out while Jake and Steven are each sucking on one of my tits.”

You couldn’t quite believe you said it out loud. The idea had played a starring role in your solo-time fantasies, not that you had much time for those anymore now that you were effectively seeing three men who each possessed healthy libidos. Whenever one of the men suckled at your nipple it drove you absolutely wild, so you could hardly imagine how mind-blowingly good it would feel to have both peaks pleasured simultaneously, plus Marc’s talented tongue lapping between your legs.

Marc groaned. “Now that is a pretty sight.“ His dick quite liked the image too, hardening against his thigh for the third time that evening.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’d love to lick this little pussy while getting to watch them play with your titties,” Marc conferred, his hand tucking in between your thighs to part your folds. He smiled wickedly when he found that you were already wet again for him as his fingertips probed you. “What else?”

You gasped at the touch of Marc’s fingers spreading around your wetness. It made formulating your next thought incredibly difficult, though your fiancé’s hunger to hear more of your filthy fantasies put you at ease. “Uh-ummm, I’d want you all inside me, at the same time.”

“Shit” Marc swore. That was always his go-to spank bank material. You splayed out and utterly stuffed full of him and his alters, their cocks moving in and out you in a frenzy of desire. He was curious about one thing though, so he inquired, “Who would go where?”

Your breath hitched due Marc’s question plus the insertion of his digit inside of you. “Mmmm honey, I know where you’d want to be.”

It was time to level the playing field a bit, you decided. Your hand, previously clenched around the edge of the sheet while you watched Marc’s bulging bicep flex as he fingered you, slithered below the covers.

His hips jerked into your fist when you encircled your palm around his length, stiff and leaking once again. “Your mouth.”

“That’s right, then Jake in my ass, obviously,” you stroked him gently, teasing him with an intentionally light grasp.

“Obviously,” Marc parroted mindlessly, too consumed with pleasure to be jealous that Jake had gotten anal play in with you before he could.

“So I guess that would leave my pussy for Steven,” you concluded with a faux innocence. “You don’t think he’d mind, do you?”

Your fiancé’s eyes rolled back into his head, both from pleasure and from Steven pushing to the front to concur, “Blimey babe, you’re driving us mad…duh-don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you told him. You bit your lower lip as Steven pushed another thick finger into your sopping cunt.

Marc had to wrestle back control of the body, but he was happy to do so in order to hear more firsthand about this little scenario the two of you were concocting together. Also, your hand was on his dick.

“We’d fuck you so good baby,” he rasped. “Won’t be able to remember your name when we’re done with ya.”

You could see it so clearly in your mind, sandwiched between Jake and Steven’s strong chests as they moved their cocks inside of you in tandem while Marc stood over you to feed you his. Your pussy bore down on his fingers, your brain trying to conjure what it would feel like to be that full. Perhaps you could achieve the same effect with toys, yet it’d pale in comparison to having three solid, warm bodies caging you into their hold, making you take it since they knew you craved each and every one of their thick members.

Your grip tightened around Marc’s dick at the thought and your cunt bore down on his fingers.

“Unngh, I’d wanna watch our cum drip out of all your holes,” he grunted.

Oh fuck, you hadn’t even considered that, but your sex-addled imagination was quick to supply the mental picture for you: Marc’s cum dribbling from your mouth, while the other’s boys seed trickled out of your ass and pussy. Was your fiancé trying to kill you?

You keened, “That’d be so hot.” Not your most elegant addition to the conversation, but you were overwhelmed with deliciously dirty thoughts, two digits finger-fucking you, and jacking Marc’s fat erection. “I’d push it out for you so you three could taste it, and us together.”

“Yeah, mmm fuck yeah baby,” Marc’s began driving his hips through the tight channel of your fist, a telltale sign he was close to coming. Your hand moved down the base of his cock and squeezed the base firmly.

When your fiancé let out a strangled shout at his release being denied, you disclosed “There’s something more I’d want to try.”

“Fuck,” Marc cursed again, though you weren’t sure if it from the revelation you had more to say or that you’d started moving your hand again. “Tell me baby.”

You inhaled deeply to battle the part of your head that was told you that you were about to share too much. “Ummm, I…”

Marc’s unoccupied hand cradled your cheek, “It’s okay.”

His assurance allowed you to relax some and gave you the courage to continue. “I, uh…I also think it’d be really hot if you all took turns fucking my pussy.”

Somehow that idea seemed dirtier than the three of them using you at once. Though you definitely weren’t a prude, your sex life before Marc, Steven, and Jake had been pretty vanilla. Satisfying, but not exactly kinky. The thought of a gangbang was one of those kinks that always appealed to you in theory but never in reality, mostly because you couldn’t conceive letting yourself be so vulnerable in front of people who weren’t your partner.

However, if all the participants in the group sex were your partner, the men who you loved equally but individually and trusted, who each cherished and respected you…well then, yeah, you’d be game.

Your fiancé nearly choked on his own breath after you spoke. “Fuck,” he repeated. Marc was aware that he wasn’t exactly contributing anything new to the discourse, but you were short-circuiting his brain.

Jake took the opportunity to push to the front and encourage you on, “Ooooh, you’d like that wouldn't you, nena? Watching us while we watch each other pound that greedy pussy?”

“Uh huh,” you yelped as he moved his thumb to your clit. “I know you all watch sometimes when one of you is with me,” you explained, “wanna experience it for myself.”

The scene ignited a fire within you to think about it. All of them had such deep, expressive gazes and for three pairs of those dark eyes to be trained on you while they each punched little gasps and cries out of you with their dicks drove you completely wild.

“Well that seems only fair,” Jake agreed, infuriatingly casual as you continued fondling each other. “Pero, te diré un secreto, when we watch the other fuck, we’re usually jacking it ourselves.” The filthiness of the image caused you to cry out. “So would you let us stroke our cocks while we play with your cunt? Maybe one of us would need to spurt all over your tetas because we got too impatient and paint all this smooth skin with our cum instead.”

“Oh fuck, Jake, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered as your ecstasy rose.

The mention of your release made Marc reclaim the body once more. “Then come for us, baby. Want you to come thinking about all the ways we’d fuck you silly.”

To get you over the edge, Marc cupped your breast and flicked a nipple. You did exactly as he said, reaching your peak with a wail as the all-consuming bliss of your orgasm wracked your body. You tried to keep pace, rubbing Marc through it as much as you could while your body spasmed from the intensity of your climax.

“Yuh…your turn, honey,” you whispered, your body still floating down from the aftershocks. Your fiancé did as you said, soaking your hand in his spend with a guttural shout.

The two of you were breathless after your respective orgasms subsided. You reached for a tissue from the nightstand on autopilot to clean your hand. After all the dirty talk and shared filth, you had no idea what to say to Marc now that the haze of lust had cleared from your head.

He beat you to the punch. “We definitely need a shower now.”

“You still want to marry me, right?” you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling from your lips.

Obviously, there was still some internalized misogyny or slut-shaming, or both actually, that had clawed its way from the deep recesses of your psyche to your mouth. You couldn’t help but think now that Marc knew how dirty you could be that you weren’t “wife material” anymore.

“Wait, what?” he looked at you completely confused.

“Sorry,” one of your hands attempted to hide your embarrassed flush. “It’s just that was a bit full-on and–”

“Well yeah, but honey, I loved every second of it,” Marc guided your palm from your face. “If anything, what we just did makes me want to marry you more.”

“Sorry,” you echoed. You were being stupid and needy and–

“Baby, you don’t need to apologize,” he told you with earnest, open eyes. “Did any of that make you uncomfortable?”

“No, no!” you quickly dismissed his concern. “I’m being silly and old-fashioned.”

“I can’t believe someone so loving, accepting and sexy chose me to marry her,” he murmured. “I mean, that was hot as all shit, but I also really appreciate you trusting me to open up like that. It means a lot to me actually, since I’ve trusted you with so much about my past and stuff.”

“That makes me really happy,” you beamed at him.

Marc pushed himself up to sitting on the edge of the bed, and you followed. He was right, you both really needed to rinse off.

“Honestly, after that, I wonder if Khonshu would grant me a favor so we could make it a reality.”

Your fiancé’s words made you so hot you nearly started sweating, but you also recalled all of the Egyptian deity’s cruelty.

“You’re free of him, let’s keep it that way,” you suggested to Marc as the two of you entered the bathroom. Marc reached to turn on the shower, “Besides, between all of us, I’m sure we have plenty of other fantasies to bring to life. “

Marc flashed you a raunchy grin of approval, then drew you under the spray with him.

A/N: Takes myself to maximum-security horny jail* hope y’all enjoyed! More prompt fills to come!

Taglist: @twwcs, @rmoonstoner, @hot-mess-express1, @murdickdocked, @toracainz, @saahmi, @unspokenmoon, @winterbiipp, @avatarofseshat @ilikeoldermenhelp, @losers-club6, @harrys-tittie, @ninebluehearts, @lucianadraven32, @dawnsutopia, @strawberry1042-blog

Translations:

nena - babe

Pero, te diré un secreto - But, I’ll tell you a secret

tetas - tits

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javierpena-inatacvest · 8 months

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I feel like 27 would fit with Javi eating osita for as long as they could, pretty please 🙏

RAHHHHHHH Omfg okay y'all are making me FERAL 😭🥵 I kind of changed it a little bit, I hope that's okay!!!

Not Yet

Summary: There's few things Javi likes more than seeing you all worked up (this is porn w not plot I am not sorry)

Word Count: 660 (Who am I?)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), praise kink, teasing, kind of dom-ish Javi (???)

A/N: I CAN'T STOP WITH THESE REQUESTS YOU GUYS ARE MAKING ME CLAW AT THE WALLS!!!! Okay this will probably be the last one for tonight this was much needed after the long ass day I had

Can be read alone or as part of the Never Too Late Series

Part of the 500 Followers Celebration requests!!

“Javi, pleaseeee…” You whimpered, your voice trembling as Javi placed another painfully slow kiss on the inside of your thigh. He had been at this for over 10 minutes, doing nothing but running his hands along you, peppering every inch of your body with hot, wet kisses as you laid spread out beneath him. At this point, you were writhing under him, desperate for him to do anything besides tease you the way he was, leaving you feverishly worked up and craving him. This had been the first time that you were desperate for Javier Peña to stop kissing you, and put his hands and mouth to work elsewhere.

But you knew that was exactly what he wanted.

If there was anything you wanted, in or out of the bedroom, Javi would do his best to give it to you without a second thought. But there were times like these where seeing just how badly you needed him made him absolutely feral. Something about the way he knew he was the only one who made you feel like this did something to him, and every once in a while, he just couldn’t help but play into it.

He sat back on his knees, a smirk growing on his face as he took every inch of you in- Your sweet moans, the soft curves of your naked body, the way that he hadn’t even touched you yet and the slick pooling in between your legs was drenching your thighs, the fact that you were his. Javi soaked it all in for one more moment, ready to give in to what you had been begging for, but not before just a little more fun.

“Hmmmm, but I think I like having you spread out like this. Such a gorgeous sight. Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already soaked. Need to take a moment to look at the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, all wet, just for me.” He tutted, making you grasp at the bed sheets as your head shot up at him.

“Javiiiii, for the love of GOD, will you just touch me?” You whined, growing impatient with how drawn out Javi’s antics had become. Suddenly, he leaned over you, grabbing both your hands, holding you by the wrists above your head as he sucked at your pulse point, rasping into your ear.

“That’s no way to ask for what you want, Osita. Ask nicely and maybe I’ll give it to you.” His voice was low and husk, making you shutter as he held you in place, caging his chest against yours.

“Please…” You moaned as he nipped at your ear, grinning as he pulled away.

“Please, what? Be a good girl and use your manners for me.” If you weren’t so desperate, you would have slapped that damn smirk off his face for how badly he had been torturing you, but you would be lying if said that this man’s words did something to you in a way that made you even wetter than the drenched mess you already were.

“Please Javi, I need you to touch me, fuck me, anything, I need you so bad.” You whimpered as felt one of his hands free, pressing his palm against your skin as it slid down your body.

“There you go, sweet girl. Don’t worry, hermosa, I’ll give you everything you need baby.” His second hand followed his first, snaking along the softness of your skin, shifting himself so his arms hooked beneath your legs, his face inches away from your dripping heat. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your cunt, pausing for a moment before lifting his head back up to look at you, a devilish grin growing across his face. “I’ll give you whatever you want, pretty girl, because who’s pussy is this?”

“It’s yours Javi. Fuck, it’s all yours.” You whined as his fingers grasped into the meat of your tights, your jaw going slack as you gave you a quick wink before dipping his head between your legs.

“You’re fucking right, it is.”

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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The Good I’ll Do | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @sunsetbeachesandwriting ‘s 500 Follower Celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy and (Y/N) finally step over the line after the celebration of the legal betting license that was given to the family.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, roaming hands and heavy kissing (pg-13 rated)

Word Count: 2458

A/N: this was such a fun story to write. I chose the prompt: “What's going on inside that head of yours?” and also drew inspiration from the song The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan. Congratulations on your milestone! Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

Drinks were flowing at the Garrison, everyone was in good spirits. Tommy had managed to get the family a legal betting license, which meant that the operation that was run out of their Watery Lane home was on the verge of an expansion. Things were looking up, and to (Y/N), it felt like they'd won the lottery and become millionaires. No one could touch the Shelbys now.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) had known the Shelby family for several years now. She met them through Martha, John's late wife, who was her good friend. When she passed, (Y/N) stayed, feeling like the Shelbys were her people; like she belonged with them. She helped out at the shop, running the papers and checking the books alongside Polly, and had quickly become an integral part of both the business and the family.

"Another one, (Y/N)?" Polly questioned as she walked over to the booth the younger woman was sitting in with two glasses in her hands.

"Can't say no, can I?" (Y/N) teased with a grin, accepting the glass as Polly sat down next to her.

"I've already poured it," the older woman grinned, sipping on her drink.

(Y/N) mirrored her, her eyes falling on the boys again. They were over at the bar, talking animatedly about something, smiles on each of their faces. She was happy to see them smile again. Life after the war was tough on each of them in their own way.

Arthur struggled with keeping his head right, and at times he'd have trouble keeping himself, and his actions, in check. John came home to four kids to watch over, and he was having trouble settling into that role without a woman by his side. And then there was Tommy. Tommy kept everything in and focused every bit of himself on bettering the family business. It paid off, but (Y/N) was able to see what it cost him.

She'd be lying if she said that she didn't feel something each time she looked at him. There was something in the way he held himself; the way that he put himself on the line for his family, that sparked something within her.

Seeing him smile now as they celebrated their moving up in the world made her the most happy. Maybe now he'd slow down.

"It's good to see them happy," she voiced her thoughts to Polly after a few moments had passed.

"It's well deserved," Polly agreed with a nod, a smile on her face. "They'll be happy tonight and then go back to work tomorrow." (Y/N) nodded along, her eyes focused on the three.

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Some time later, (Y/N) was ready to leave. She finished whatever was in her glass before she pulled the sleeves of her jacket over her shoulders. Things had settled down as the night went on, and now only the Shelby family and some remaining patrons were left in the bar. Harry was working on straightening everything up and the barmaid, Grace (Y/N) remembered her name to be, was still working the bar.

After grabbing her purse, (Y/N) looked around the room. Polly was still sitting with the man she'd taken a shine to. They were in a booth across the room talking about something. What?…(Y/N) did not know. John and Arthur were in the bag, both of them slouched back in the booth that was behind (Y/N)'s. Tommy had gone into the snug to get away from the noise some time ago, and (Y/N) had no doubt that he was still in there.

She made her way over to the side room's door before heading out the main one. She opened the door wide enough to peek her head through, seeing Tommy sitting in his usual chair, reading the paper with a cigarette between his fingers. He looked over in (Y/N)'s direction when he heard the door open. "I'm going home. I just wanted to say goodbye," she told him her reason behind her presence.

Tommy nodded before he set the paper down on the table and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray. "I'll walk you home," he announced as he stood from the chair.

"Oh, Tommy, you don't..."

"I was leaving anyway," he cut her off before she was able to decline his offer.

"Are...are you sure?" she asked, frozen as Tommy walked to the door so that he could open it wider.

"That I was leaving? Yes, (Y/N), I'm sure," he answered her with a slight grin on his face, waiting for her to step out of the way so that he could exit the snug. "Let's go," he nodded towards the door then, and all (Y/N) could do was nod back before she allowed him to make the first move. She fell in line beside him then and they exited the tavern.

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"This is mine," (Y/N) said as she and Tommy walked up the steps towards her apartment.

"I know, (Y/N)," Tommy responded, his words making her giggle, "I've been here before."

She took hold of the door handle then, surprised that she was able to insert the key and turn it to unlock the door on the first try. Before opening the door, she turned to look at Tommy again. "I just wanted to tell you in case you forgot," she informed him, her words making him chuckle as he heard them. She held his eyes for a moment then, her insides fluttering at the feeling of being trapped under his gaze. "Do you want to come in?" she asked him then, her voice softer than before.

"Would you let me?" Tommy responded with a question his own, his voice dropping to meet the volume she used.

"I asked you, didn't I?" she pointed out, unable to keep the smile from forming on her face as she giggled slightly.

"You did," he agreed with her, pursing his lips as he tried to hide his smile.

"Come in, Tommy," she whispered, her smile full now as she turned the handle and opened the door to her apartment. Like she'd asked, Tommy followed her, shutting the door behind him before he turned to watch (Y/N) as she took off her coat.

(Y/N), aware of his eyes on her, concentrated on what she was doing so that she didn't make a fool out of herself. She slipped her arms out of her coat, but got caught before she was able to get it completely off of her body. Instead of finding the problem, she began shaking her arms in hopes that she'd fix it. In the midst of her movements, she found that her purse was still on her shoulder and that she’d managed to get the strap caught the coat's arm. She stopped her struggle and placed the purse on the table so that she'd be able to take the coat off successfully. She heard Tommy chuckle once she was finished. "What?" she asked him, turning to face him as her cheeks heated up.

"You're beautiful," he told her, the corner of his lips quirked upwards in a grin.

"I think the proper statement would be 'you're drunk'," she pointed out, giggling slightly as her cheeks got even warmer. She was surely blushing at this point.

"It always affects you in beautiful ways," he told her, his grin growing because he was able to see how she was reacting to his words. She looked away from him then, knowing full-well that his eyes were still focused on her. She didn't know what to do, or say, but she couldn't deny that the feelings she had towards him had now been kicked into overdrive.

Several silence filled moments passed before (Y/N) looked over to Tommy again. It didn't surprise her that he was still looking at her. His gaze hadn't moved from when they finished speaking. She tried to keep herself composed as she opened her mouth to speak again. "Will you stay?" she asked, timidness now apparent in her voice.

Tommy tried to hide his smile again, his eyes shifting to the far wall for a moment before they found hers again. "I'll sleep on the floor," he answered her question.

(Y/N) smiled at his response and walked the few steps between them so that she was standing in front of him. She looked down at his hands before she took them into hers, immediately noticing the calloused nature of them as they wrapped around hers completely. She then let her eyes rise up his body until they found his again, and she noticed how he was trying to keep himself composed. For a moment, she wondered if he felt the same way inside as she did right now. Her heart was racing, but the feeling of his hands holding hers grounded her.

She searched his eyes for a moment longer, almost drowning in their blueness before she spoke again, "I'm proud of you, Tommy," she told him, her voice just above a whisper.

Tommy heard her loud and clear due to their closeness and her words, combined with the feeling of her hands in his, made him gain the confidence to jump over the edge and into the unknown. Time seemed to slow down as his gaze flitted down to her lips before coming back up again.

Nothing else needed to be said. They both knew what would happen next. (Y/N)'s hands left his and moved to the sides of his torso at the same time that his hands rose to take hold of her cheeks. Tommy then closed the gap between them, dropping his lips onto hers in a haste kiss, one that immediately had tongues clashing and hands roaming in hopes to find a place to purchase and hold onto.

"Tommy," she gasped as his lips left hers and trailed down her jaw to find a new spot on her neck. Her hands moved underneath his jacket, blindly working to unbutton his waistcoat so that she could get to the collared shirt that was underneath it.

"I know," he mumbled against his skin, gently pulling on the sleeve of her dress so that he'd be able to kiss her collarbone. She'd just managed to unbutton his shirt when he lifted her up and moved her over to the table. Her dress got hiked up towards her waist and his hands moved from the swell of her hips to the exposed area of thighs, her skin turning white under the path that his nails took.

Moving her hands from his sides, (Y/N) took hold of Tommy's face, making him raise his eyes to hers again. Nothing was said between them. They just smiled at each other, the both of them knowing exactly what the other was thinking. After so many instances of toying with the invisible line that stood between them, they'd finally crossed it. And now that they had, neither wanted to go back.

(Y/N)'s eyes dropped to his lips this time, and she didn't even try to be coy about it. Instead of finding his eyes again, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, kissing him slower and deeper this time; savoring the feeling of his lips on hers. Tommy wrapped arms around her waist again, allowing him to pull her flush against his body. (Y/N) squeaked at the movement before following it with a sigh of content. There was no place she'd want to be more in her life from now on than where she was right now.

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"What's going on inside that head of yours?" (Y/N) asked Tommy as she ran her hand lazily through his hair. They'd moved to her bed and were now practically laying on top of each other due to its small size. Tommy had taken off his upper layers, leaving him in his undershirt with the suspenders he was once wearing hung loosely off of his trousers. (Y/N) was still in her dress, although it was now slightly disheveled from her trying to find a comfortable position...it was tough having two people on a bed meant for one.

"Hmm?" he hummed in response, his eyes still focused on the ceiling.

"You're thinking of something...I can tell," she told him as she rolled slightly so that she could see him better. He turned his head slightly as she moved, his eyes hooking onto hers for the umpteenth time that night. "What are you thinking, Tommy?" she asked him softly after a few moments had passed.

He didn't speak right away, and instead reached up to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. His actions made her cheeks heat up and bashful giggles escape her lips. "I don't want to hide anymore...I need someone who I can be with for more than just a night," he told her as he ran the back of his hand down her cheek again. (Y/N)'s heart felt like it was going to burst at his admission, but she wasn't able to say anything in response because Tommy had put a slight pressure on her cheek, physically telling her that he wanted her face closer to his. "Tell me that you need me, (Y/N)," he breathed against her lips, just barely touching them as he spoke.

"I need you," she whispered back without hesitation before she closed the gap and kissed him again.

Their kiss was languid and only lasted a few moments before Tommy pulled back again. "There's so much good I'll do with you by my side," he told her, speaking with an honesty she'd never heard from him before, "this license is just the beginning," he added before matching his lips to hers again. They shared a few more lazy kisses before pulling away again.

A wordless smile was shared before (Y/N) dropped her head down on his chest. Silence fell around them as (Y/N) closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the lines Tommy was tracing on her back as his heart beated steadily against her ear.

Neither knew how much time had passed before Tommy spoke again. His voice was soft, but (Y/N) heard him loud and clear: "I feel like I'm new when I'm with you, (Y/N)." It sounded like it was a sleepy confession, one that a person would say when they thought their partner was asleep, so she let it stay at that. Although she couldn't help but smile at his admission. What he probably didn't know was that she felt the exact same way.

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wheresarizona · 2 years

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Morning

summary: Waking up in Joel Miller’s arms.

rating: T (Soft!Joel Miller, established relationship, morning cuddles, kissing, mentions of the post-apocalyptic world, mentions of sex, honestly this is just sweet fluff with introspection)

pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader

word count: About 500

a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for an anon who requested Joel Miller and “I don't want you to go yet; let me hold you for a minute longer,” which absolutely obliterated me. Let’s give this man some softness! First time writing him, so please be gentle. Unbeta'd!

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You awoke in a warm embrace, arms wrapped around your torso, your head on a bare chest, hearing the rhythmic thud of a heartbeat under your ear, feeling the rise and fall of even breaths. It was cozy, nestled under blankets, with soft morning light filtering through the windows.

In this sleepy cocoon, nothing else mattered—the world was perfect, there were no worries, everything was fine, it was just you and Joel waking up together like any other couple, in the house you called home. Your mind wandered to how you wanted to stay in bed with him, how you knew when he woke he’d kiss you first thing, how that kiss could turn into more kisses, and how the kisses could turn into soft, languid morning sex, where the two of you got lost in each other and fell apart together.

The shrill ringing of the alarm cut through your fantasy, a rumbling groan emitting from the man you were lying on, his arms tightening around you for a second, before a hand was coming up to softly tilt your chin so he could press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, then that hand was moving towards the bedside table to shut the clock off, the arm returning to wrap back around you to hold you against him.

“Good Mornin’, baby,” he mumbled in a deep, raspy tone, kissing the top of your head.

“Morning,” you replied, voice rough with sleep. “It’s a crime that we have to get out of this bed.”

He chuckled.

You started to move to get up, but he pulled you closer to him.

“Not yet, baby,” he rasped. “I don't want you to go yet—let me hold you for a minute longer.”

You felt yourself melt, knowing he just wanted to linger in this softness and warmth, in the two of you being together.

You wondered if he imagined the perfect morning in that perfect world. You thought he might from the way he let out a content sigh.

You didn’t live in that perfect world, though.

Instead of lazy mornings, it was patrolling the outskirts of Jackson and keeping the town safe.

It was keeping each other and the townspeople alive.

It was surviving.

This wasn’t a world that allowed softness because being soft got you killed.

But at this moment, in the arms of the man you loved, you would bask in it.

“Make it five more,” you said. “Tommy can wait five minutes.”

Joel huffed out an amused breath, hand moving to tilt your head up so he could look at you, his face illuminated in the soft glow from the light streaming through the curtains, a lazy smile on his lips, hair sleep tousled, and tired eyes.

“Let's round up to twenty,” he said and leaned in to kiss you tenderly.

“You’re going to hold me for twenty minutes?” You murmured against his lips.

“I’m gonna do more than just hold you.”

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millerscoffee · 8 months

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they don't love you like i love you

1.7k | frankie morales x f!reader

thank you @addictedtotlou for this prompt idea under “You want to do something for me? How about this?” X says. “Leave me the fuck alone and never come back” | and for your inspiration! i loved this idea so much. i hope it's to your liking ♡ i could've been with these two for a lot longer, but i had to wrap it up!! 😭

warning: angst, flirting, will they/won't they, benny will & pope are around!, house party, frankie's lowkey a fuckboy if you squint but look at those puppy eyes - we won't say nothin' 🤭

A/N: this is part of my 500 followers celebration running until 9/9 ♡

You’ve known the Miller family for a while. Your parents were close friends with Will and Benny’s and they felt so much more like brothers than children of your parents’ friends. You were friends with them as well. Supported them throughout their careers, were there for them in times of struggle and times of success.

So when Will asked you if the three of you could throw a party at your parent’s summer home, it was easy to say yes. Despite the impending dread that came with the fact Catfish and Pope were at the top of the list to be invited.

It’s not that you didn’t like them. You got along with almost all of Benny and Will’s friends. The last time you saw them, with Frankie specifically. You remember it, your mouth all filled with rum, Morales chasing your lips until you came to your senses. It was wrong, plus Will came out the very second your lips almost touched.

You were all friends, and you didn’t want to jeopardise anything. You didn’t kiss him that night, and that didn’t bode over well.

It wasn’t that Frankie was a jerk about it, it just… changed things. The awkward silence filled between the two of you for your own inability to let it happen. You thought about the ghosting of his lips, the warmth, just before you pulled away.

As visceral and heartbreaking as it was, you decided on a black party dress that cut at your thighs tonight.

Why? Even though deep down you knew the reason why, you couldn’t bring yourself to see it.

Benny lets out a whistle when he sees you and you laugh, shoving him lightly. “That’s gonna do it!” he drawls and you make a face in his direction.

“What on earth are you talkin’ about?!”

He nudges your hip on the way to grab a beer, “Keep pretending, that’s alright.”

And before you can get a response, you see Pope out of your periphery first. A wave of butterflies rise, and then like a ton of bricks, you see it: Frankie and a girl on his arm.

“Ho-ly shit,” Benny says beside you, handing you a cold beer before loosely wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “didn’t know ‘bout that one, champ.”

You feel the knot form in the back of your throat, and Pope catches you right away.

“Hey, hey,” he is hushed, pulling you in a hug and you’re consumed by the scent of his cologne, the height of him ushering the sight of Frankie and this girl laughing from you. “I’m sorry,” Pope’s voice is quiet, specifically for you, and it’s like you could drop the beer from the disconnect you feel. Why are you feeling this way, and why is everyone feeling bad for you? Making it so you’re okay without even asking if you were okay.

You pull out of Santiago’s hug politely and shrug it off, blinking any remnants of tears away – your makeup was too pretty for this. “Sorry for what? Do you want a beer?”

Switch: off. Just like that.

Still, it remained. You almost kissed Frankie. You flirted with him constantly. He had the audacity of inviting someone to your party in your family’s summer home.

You can’t even look at him. “Hey,” you say dryly, brushing past Frankie on the way to be a good host – to grab Pope a beer. Pope flashes Frankie an apologetic look at your coattails and brushes his hand to the top of your back when you both make it to the kitchen. Frankie, out from view in a different part of the house as Will and Benny greet him and the mystery woman, escorting them outside. A diversion.

You hear Pope say your name, and that’s when you turn around – tears tempting the brim.

“Why’d you follow me?” You sound so pitiful, Santi can’t help but wrap you up in a hug, and this time you allow it.

“Listen, I tried to talk him out of this, but he’s pretty beat up about you rejecting him. Wanted to take his mind off of you… yeah, don’t give me that look. I don’t know why he’s here either, then.”

You calm yourself down. Not that you were sobbing, but fuck, how could you not get emotional about this? It was becoming obvious, Benny’s crass words were ringing true. You were dressed up for Frankie, and you didn’t want him to be with anyone else.

Pope takes his beer, and cups your shoulder when he sees Will come into the kitchen. “I’ll leave you two alone. You need me, you tell me. Alright, cariño?” you nod, and watch him nod in Will’s direction, before it’s just the two of you.

You take a swig of the yeasty liquid and turn your back to the counter with a long, contemplative sigh.

“What the fuck do I do, Will?”

“You want my opinion? That’s a first,” he gruffs and you roll your eyes. But it does make you smile and brings you out of your headspace. He was good for that.

“For once. you‘re the one who told me I should be with Frankie in the first place. I feel so stupid.” you gesture at your dress. Of course, everyone looked pretty good, but you couldn’t help but feel out of place now. You wanted nothing more than to put on your sweatpants and forget about tonight. Kick everyone out. But you knew that just wasn’t an option. And besides, you wanted to have some fun yourself.

“You know what you should do?” Will asks rhetorically, “You should take Catfish aside and tell him how you feel. It’s the only way either of you will get through this bullshit.”

Crass was a Miller trait. But he was right.

After another moment, you nod – hoisting yourself from your back to stand tall, and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

You mustered courage to walk out to the firepit where everyone was, and you felt it again – the urge to cry, to run, the very second you saw the girl and Frankie smiling at each other and talking. It was like clockwork, like it was timed perfectly for your arrival.

“Catfish,” you say dryly. Not using his real name, but instead the name set aside for his friends. Since that’s how he felt you were, after all. He pulls away from her with knit brows and a pouty bottom lip, and you swallow hard. “Could I see you? Over there?” you tilt your head towards the house.

It’s not lost on you the way he hasn’t said a word to you since he got here, but he agrees. Tells the girl he’ll be back, and Will walks in on the scene – joining the other two boys whose mouths are borderline agape.

Frankie follows you, sliding the glass door behind him, and you both walk towards the couch for some privacy.

“Listen,” he finally speaks, and when you do it churns your stomach. The life that is brought to him rather than some entity in the room. You shift further away from him and shake your head.

“You listen. You want to do something for me?” your eyes fill with tears, tongue connecting to the inside of your cheek. “How about this?” Leave me the fuck alone, and never come back.”

It is childish. Counterintuitive to why you brought him in here, but you are hurt. You are upset. And he sees that, now.

This was a puzzle piece he couldn’t see before. You seemed so nonchalant about it all before this, unbothered about whether or not the two of you got together.

But Frankie won’t let this happen. Not after all the hell the two of you went through in preventing this inevitability to happen.

“Mierda, I’m a fucking idiot,” he starts and you swallow your words as soon as they come out. Fuck. Pope was right. Frankie seems genuinely upset by his actions that you don’t know how to recover right away. You can’t really tell him he’s not an idiot, because fuck – you feel that way. You feel like he should’ve talked to you.

But then again, what would you have said?

“Frankie, I–” you start, annoyed at yourself for unraveling for him almost instantly.

“No, don’t talk, okay? Please? I’m so sorry. The guys, they tried to tell me, I didn’t listen. I haven’t– I haven’t moved on. Or anything…,” and he trails off this time, and his eyes look so full and sad – it makes you want to forget.

“Frankie,” you don’t recognise the tears in your eyes until they’re spilling over your cheeks because fuck, it’s been emotional since he arrived. But he won’t let you finish your sentence, his lips are on yours – large hands on either side of your face and you reciprocate, fingers tying tightly into his shirt, crying and laughing into the kiss. A mixture of feelings rapture you both.

“We’ve been pretty fucking stupid, huh?” you sniffle when you both inevitably pull away, he thumbs under your eyes – musn’t dare mess up your makeup any further. Not on his watch.

“Only slightly, hermosa. I’ll make up for it.”

You tempt your hand closer to his. “We have the time.”

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As other people start to pile in outside, you scan the backyard and Frankie wraps his arm around your shoulder. “I should probably apologise to her,” he says but his gaze doesn’t leave you, “brought her out here just to leave her? It’s kind of a dick move. I’m all fucked up.”

“Well, did you tell her you love her?”

Frankie snorts, wrapping your head closer to his chest, “No, I was saving that fo– you know what, never mind.”

Your cheeks flush, but that’s exactly when you get the sights of her and Benny – him with his hand against the wall outside, the obvious flirt. And she seems into it.

“I think she’s in good hands.”

Frankie shakes his head, “Motherfucker.” you both laugh before you squeeze his hip.

No longer waiting for new, it was right there at your fingertips.

And, wow, was it going to be so sweet.

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skywlker-sluvtt · 9 months

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Obviously I have a request now 🫶🏻, Can I have hurt/comfort prompts #4 & #59 with Anakin pleaseeeee, I need him to make me suffer and then fix me again ☝🏻😁

Once again congratulations angel mwah mwah 🫧

— fuckmyskywalker 🐚

HEY BABYGIRLLLLLL!!!! this one made me giggle and kick my feet with all the angst <3

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anakin x gn!reader sfw! (me writing something smutless 🤩) word count: 497 prompts: 4 “why should I listen to you?” + 59 “why do you care so much?”

You were sat in the med-bay angrily still slightly numb from the anesthetic. It didn’t take long before Anakin came storming through. “What were you thinking!?” He growled. “I was thinking about my duty” You replied dismissing his anger. “Your duty? Rex and I had to risk our lives to save yours! Stop being so selfish, you do this every mission” He snapped. “Selfish? I didn’t ask for help, you should’ve just left me” You replied. “You wanted us to just leave? My duty is to protect you. Stop only thinking about yourself” Anakin continued. “I’m not thinking about myself! The only reason we got out of that ship was because of me! You would’ve never been at risk if you had just left me” You argued.

Anakin sent you a stern look shaking his head in disbelief. “You don’t get it, do you?” He asked. “Why do you care so much? You’re a Jedi, I’m just a pathetic civilian to you!” You shouted. “You’re not just a civilian to me. How can you even think that?” He said reaching his hand to touch your arm. You flinched away from him the pain of the blaster wound in your shoulder sending a burning sensation through your side. “I care about you Y/N” He stated. “Why should I listen to you? Y-You’re just saying that to make me feel bad” You replied.

“Why would I bother lying to you? Why don’t you believe me I really, really care about you” Anakin said now sitting at the end of your cot. You rolled your eyes and fixed your bandage silently. “I-I’d almost say that I loved you” Anakin whispered placing his hand on your leg comfortingly. “You don’t mean that do you?” “Of course I do, I’ve felt that way about you since the day you joined my battalion” He smiled. “No one’s said that to me before” You whisper.

He leaned forward with a small smile and wrapped you in his arms carefully. Anakin’s warm embrace sent a fiery feeling up your spine. Your heart began to beat rapidly as you reached your uninjured arm to his back and swallowed hard. The warmth Anakin was emitting was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He held you against him for a long time, resting your head against his shoulder you sucked in a shaky breath.

“I care about you too” You whispered. “Then you won’t risk your life like that again?” He questioned pulling back to gaze at you. “I won’t” You whispered. “Good” He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him with wide eyes and blushed before kissing his cheek in return. “Anakin will you stay here, just for a little while longer?” You asked softly. “Of course, beautiful”

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writer-in-theory · 2 years

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wishing on dandelions — spencer reid

prompt: “are you trying to impress me?” “is it working?” summary: spencer likes you, you like spencer. the problem is? neither of you know it. luckily, you both know just how to show it. pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader category: fluff content warnings: language word count: 2.6k a/n: this is for foxy's ( @foxy-eva ) 500 follower writing challenge. this was a wonderful prompt to write for and i'm so excited to be able to celebrate your wonderful achievements. you're seriously one of the kindest, most remarkable people i've gotten to meet here and i am so so thankful for you. thanks for being you, and a huge congratulations!

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“What are you reading?”

Even before you answered, you knew Emily would give you Hell. It wasn’t like you didn’t deserve it either, considering the light headache already beginning to run through your temples as you forced yourself through the book in your hands.

“Nothing,” you answered quickly, shutting the book too fast to consider the fact that you hadn’t slid your bookmark into place yet, preferring instead to shove it into place and shove the drawer closed with a harsh slam. You’d curse yourself later when you were flipping through the pages to find the spot you’d left off, but for now, you could only sigh in relief once the novel was out of sight.

“I imagined the book in your hand?” Emily asked, an amused look already taking over her expression. She knew something, and even worse she looked like she was planning something.

“Yep, you must’ve. I don’t read.”

“Now I know you’re lying,” she laughed.

“Fine,” you conceded, even if you knew she wouldn’t have pressed further if you were truly uncomfortable. “It’s Great Expectations.”

“I thought you hated Dickens. You went on a rant about him last month.”

“Did I? Maybe I just wanted to try something new.” It was then Emily’s entire face lit up with recognition before settling into a smirk.

“Or you wanted to try someone new.”

Of course, you knew what she meant. You could’ve predicted that was the way the conversation was going—considering just last week she’d accused you of ‘staring longingly’ at the man in question. There was no longing stare to be found, to be clear, but your friend hadn’t taken that answer well.

Maybe that was because Emily Prentiss was one of the best profilers you’d ever met, and she could see in your eyes that you were full of shit.

Because the truth was, you were truly, madly, deeply in love with one Dr. Spencer Reid. How could you not be? When Penelope had recommended you to fill the open media liaison position, she’d even warned you about the man. This unassuming man with curly hair, the widest doe-like brown eyes you’d ever seen, and a smile that could light up the room if only he allowed everyone to see it. He would be reserved until a topic of interest came up, in which his entire image changed as he began waving his hands about and talking excitedly to whoever would listen.

You loved listening to Spencer talk about what he loved—which was, seemingly, everything. Not everyone did, and while you understood to a point you couldn’t imagine how anyone could be annoyed by the sweet man who found joy in teaching others all he had learned already. Because over the months of being on the team, you’ve found how each member showed how much they cared despite never once taking a profiling course.

Hotch told you to take the next morning off after a particularly brutal case whose victims reminded you a little too much of family. Penelope would give you the most comforting hug you’d ever experienced, making you wish you could stay in your friends’ arms forever. You knew Morgan loved you when he began to tease you in the same way he’d tease the others—always playfully and never without any true malice. JJ would bring a snack over to your desk when you’d been working too long, setting it down and reminding you that taking a break sometimes helps you re-attack old problems with new solutions.

And Spencer, darling Spencer, would tell you all about the historical context of a book written a century before. You rarely knew what he was talking about, preferring instead to read more recent books with language more easily understood. That never stopped you from smiling and nodding along, paying more attention to the corners of his eyes that crinkled up when he got to a particularly interesting point than any words he was saying.

Though Spencer loved telling people all he knew, it was a sight to behold when he found someone who shared his interests. There was the kid on a case that was trying to learn magic—you were sure nothing could beat the sweetness of Spencer knelt down closer to the ground, excitedly showing the kid simple magic tricks to keep her thoughts off of what was happening to her family. His entire expression lit up when someone countered something he said with anything resembling recognition.

And, frankly, you couldn’t be that person for him as much as you wanted to. You’d never been interested in magic, or history, or even literature that didn’t include a steamy makeout scene. But you did like reading, and so maybe if you forced it, at least this once, you could see that excited expression for yourself.

“I wanted to be able to talk to him about this book,” you admitted when Emily showed no signs of leaving, “but, damn, do I not love it.”

“What’s so wrong with it?”

“For one, it’s practically written in Old English. I’m having to reread almost every sentence just to keep up with what’s going on. I lo—Spencer’s great, but I’m seriously questioning his taste in books right now,” you groaned, half-teasing considering this book was considered a classic by most of the world.

“Then don’t read it,” Emily told you simply, shrugging her shoulders. “You don’t need to force yourself through a book to get Reid’s attention, you already have it.”

“I don’t think so,” you answered quickly, head tilting down in an attempt to hide whatever evidence your rapidly heating cheeks were revealing. “We’re good friends, that’s all.”

“If that’s really what you believe, maybe you should be reading that book,” Emily teased before making her way out of your office, giving only a small, knowing smile as a goodbye.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean!” you called after her, sighing when there wasn’t any response.

You got your answer the next weekend at the park.

The team was given the weekend off—and expressly told not to step foot in the office or face Hotch’s protective wrath—so you decided to relax in the place you were most at ease. Though instead of being out on the soccer pitch like you normally would on your days off, this time you’d found a bench not far from them to read your book. Maybe it would be easier like this, in the outdoors in the place you were always comfortable in.

It must’ve been a correct assumption too because by midday you’d made it further through the novel than on any other day prior. It wasn’t so bad once you got used to the style, but even still you couldn’t imagine willingly searching out another of its kind anytime soon.

Just when the inklings of a focus headache began to settle over your mind, a rogue soccer ball came rolling to a stop by your leg.

“I’m sorry, I’m new to the sport and—Y/N?” the voice rambled nervously as you bent down to retrieve the ball. It was only when you looked up to hand it to the owner that you understood the shaky way they’d said your name.

Because there was Spencer, sweating and panting in front of you. He wore an old CalTech t-shirt and shorts that were far too short for either of your own goods. You flushed, eyes averting back to his glistening face if only to not focus on those damned shorts.

“You play soccer?” you asked, tossing him the ball and smiling when he fumbled it before holding on tight.

“Um, yeah, yes, I’ve been playing for years,” Spencer told you and it was your turn to seem surprised, an eyebrow lifting as you took in his almost fearful expression.

“I thought you just said you were new...?”

“I did? Oh right, that. Well that was, that was clearly about this park. I’ve never played here, and the fields are different from the ones I’m used to.”

Spencer was a terrible liar, but at least he was cute while doing it. It wasn’t clear why he would lie, but maybe he was just embarrassed about a kick so rogue that it had knocked the ball into a bench a few yards from the pitch.

“Want to scrimmage then?” you asked, sliding your bookmark into place before placing the book on the bench beside you.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re busy reading...you read Dickens?” Spencer's face seemed unsure at first, eyes flitting between you and the book before settling on the space just between.

“All the time, he’s one of my favorite authors,” you lied, hoping your voice was steady enough for him to believe you.

It seemed you’d gotten away with the lie because then Spencer was beaming as he asked, “What’s your favorite?”

“Oh, well...” you stalled, searching through your mind for any other title you could give him. The answer came from a Muppets special you watched at the same time every year. So as you silently thanked Miss Piggy for providing the answer you’d desperately needed, you told Spencer, “it’s hard to beat A Christmas Carol.”

Spencer’s laugh was like a bell. You didn’t get to hear it often—the man usually preferred to give tentative smiles rather than anything so uninhibited—so when you did, you couldn’t help but laugh along.

“You’re right, there’s no better one than that.”

“So that scrimmage?” you countered, hoping to switch to a topic more your speed. If you were going to talk books with Spencer, then you’d need far more time to prepare than what you had now. Luckily, Spencer agreed with you. He nodded, handing the soccer ball out to you hesitantly before following you out to the center pitch. “Best of three?”

Spencer nodded, eyeing the ball like it was a gun rather than anything fun. He made the first move, reaching out to kick at the ball. It was easy to counter—Spencer never kicked it with any force and could hardly keep it near him. Before you knew it, you were launching the ball solidly into the net on Spencer’s side of the pitch.

You thought it would be fun to play with Spencer. After all, this was the sport you usually spent your time off of work playing. You’d been playing ever since you were a kid, nailing down your skills until you were one of the best in your league. It was where you got most of your stress-release from—never feeling more like you belonged than when you at a soccer ball at your feet.

“You said you’ve played before?” you asked, jogging back to the center where Spencer was standing with something that looked scarily like awe in his eyes.

“It’s been a few years, but yes.”

“Spencer,” you began slowly, not wanting to offend him but definitely wanting to know what was going on, “I mean this in the best way, but you play like the tots I teach every Thursday.”

“You teach kids soccer?” Spencer practically gasped, a smile threatening to lift each corner of his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you might say the look in his eyes was one of pride and awe.

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“Well technically, I have played before. My Dad used to try to get me to like sports as a kid, there was one summer he enrolled me in a soccer league,” Spencer explained with a huff of shaky air, “I haven’t played since I was young.”

And that, well, that explained everything. You smiled, feeling more at ease now that the puzzle was beginning to come together. “You could’ve told me that, you know. I don’t mind if you’ve never played before, and I could’ve scaled back so it was more fun for you.”

“You don’t need to scale back, it’s nice seeing you do something you love,” Spencer told you sincerely, his expression softening as he seemed to consider the idea. “I didn’t expect you to be here. I was trying to...”

“What?” you pressed gently when Spencer didn’t continue. Your mind flashed briefly back to the book left abandoned on the bench beside the pitch, to the words Emily had told you a week before. You already have Spencer’s attention.

“Spencer,” you started, taking a shaky breath to steel yourself for what was to come. Who knew if he would take this well, or if your friendship would be ruined forever. So instead of looking at him, your eyes focused on a small patch of dandelions growing beside the pitch. As a kid, when you sat on the bench during games you used to pick those little weeds up. You’d hold them tight and blow on them, to wish that the kid you had a crush on would like you back. You wondered if it actually worked, and if it was a good sign you stood in a patch of them now.

“Yes?” he asked, sounding nearly as breathless as you.

“You learned to play soccer because you knew I liked it,” you explained slowly, as though you were giving him a chance to deny it. When he didn’t, you added, “Were you trying to impress me?”

Spencer stood still then, hardly even blinking as he watched you. His eyes tracked to what you were staring at and smiled when he found the little weeds growing near his foot.

“Is it working?” he asked, voice steady as his confidence returned. His eyes met yours for a brief moment and you’d swear the man smirked.

“Not in the least bit,” you laughed, stepping closer to him, “but luckily, I happen to like you already and don’t need impressed.”

“That’s very lucky,” Spencer breathed, watching your lips as you stepped into his personal space, one hand tentatively resting on his upper arm. It was unbearably hot out, the sun shining down on both of you, but you didn’t care because you were here with Spencer. You were with Spencer, who wanted to see you play soccer not because he enjoyed it but because he enjoyed seeing you happy. Spencer, who talked to you about books and never once minded if you had no intentions of ever reading them.

It was you who kissed Spencer first, gripping onto his old t-shirt to keep him close. Spencer once complained loudly to the team about being near someone when they’d been in the heat for too long, but instead of pushing you away, he melted into your arms.

He kissed you back, and it was perfect.

“I was trying to impress you too,” you admitted breathlessly afterward, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

Spencer let out the loudest laugh yet—head tilting back a little and eyes crinkling in a way that made you smile. “I know, Y/N. You said your favorite Dickens work was A Christmas Carol.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“There’s not,” Spencer conceded, “but I know you read modern works. I’ve never once seen you with anything of that type before.”

“And you won’t ever again,” you laughed. “I’ll still to soccer from now on if you stick to telling me all about these books.”

“Deal.”

That kiss was somehow sweeter than the first.

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niceboyeds · 1 year

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#109, smut, with eddie <333

109. “no one can ever find out about this”

eddie munson x fem!reader

18+ MDNI

contains: it’s just all smut— fingering(f receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it b4 you tap it), language, please let me know if i missed anything!!

word count: 376

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“Eddie.” you pant in between the moans he’s drawing out of you while kissing your neck.

“Eddie, wait.” your hand pushes his chest just enough for his lips to leave you.

“what’s wrong?” he raises his eyes to yours, dark and filled with desire.

“it’s just… no one can ever find out about this.” you sigh before he latches onto your neck again. “this is just a one-time thing, right?”

“oh? just a one-time thing, huh? no one can know that Eddie “The Freak” Munson can make you this wet?” you can feel the smirk on his face against your neck just as he shoves one of his thick fingers into you.

he continues pumping his ring-clad finger into you at a speed you’ve never experienced before. just as you adjust to the single digit, he adds in a second. the unexpected feeling forces a loud moan out of your mouth.

his fingers keep a steady pace as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the little bundle of nerves in a pattern that has you unraveling beneath him.

“fuck Eddie!” you’re a mess, completely vulnerable and weak from his touch. you can tell you’re getting close, your legs starting to shake is a dead giveaway. but Eddie notices too and immediately removes his fingers from you.

you almost whine from the loss of contact but you bite your tongue, knowing damn well he would never let you live it down. also glancing down you see him removing his hard dick from his boxers, lining up with your entrance.

you don’t even have time to prepare yourself before he thrusts into you, you moan out a string of profanities and it’s like music to his ears. you make his new favorite sounds.

“shit! oh my fucking—Eddie!” it only makes him want to force those sweet noises out of you even more than he already was.

“keep up those pretty moans and someone is bound to find out about this, sweetheart.” he teases, earning an eye roll from you in response. the eyeroll is quickly turned into a lull of ecstasy as he finds your sensitive clit once again, your orgasm washing over you as you scream his name.

okay, maybe it’ll be a two-time… three-time thing.

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i hope you enjoy this, nina! ilysm <3

you can find out more about my celebration here!

#lys’ 500 follower celebration!#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

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aquagirl1978 · 1 year

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Hi..I'm sort of new to this.

Can I ask for Luke from ikepri with touch prompt #12? Cause he's so tall. Thank you, congrats on 500!

A Lazy Afternoon - Luke Randolph x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of my 500 Follower Celebration

Pairing: Luke Randolph x Reader

Prompt: sitting on the other’s lap

Tags: fluff

It was a beautiful spring day, the lush, green grass soft underneath your feet. Nose buried in a book, your mind was focused on the story unfolding before your eyes and not the ground where you were walking.

"Wahhhh!" you cried, as your toe caught something large and firm, sending you stumbling.

"Ahhhh!" Luke cried out, as your body tumbled atop his, your book flying high in the sky as you fell into the gentle prince's lap.

"Luke, I am so, so sorry!" You looked around for your book, thankful it didn't land too far away. As you reached for it, you felt a strong arm holding firm against your waist. "Did I disrupt your nap?" you asked apologetically.

"Nah," he said with a smile, "I was just lying here, visiting with my friends." It was only then that you noticed a pair of bunnies hiding nearby under a rose bush.

Luke held his hand out, a small treat hidden between his large fingers. One bunny tentatively hopped towards him, its nose sniffing the treat. Once found, the bunny began to nibble at it, the second bunny soon following.

“Do you want to try?” Luke asked as he dug in his pocket and retrieved a few extra treats, holding them out to you. Nodding, he placed a few in your palm. “Hold your hand out and steady like this, to show them you’re friendly.”

He guided your hand gently towards the bunnies. It took a few moments, but they soon came to you and nibbled on the treats.

“That tickles,” you whispered, trying not to laugh and scare the bunnies feeding from the palm of your hand.

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“They like you,” Luke whispered back encouragingly, his verdant eyes sparkling in the sun. “We all like you.”

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 11 months

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can you do kendall roy fluff + only one bed? ☺️

Forced Proximity.

i. Only One Bed

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. oh my GOD i love this man. i am a kendall roy defender until i die. i am a kendall girly first and a human being second. (okay so admittedly I wrote this before watching episode 8... ken, me and you are gonna have words.)

Pairing - Kendall Roy x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing

Word Count - 881

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Another day, another business meeting.

You're in London, this time around. You and Kendall jumped on a flight at the drop of a hat, jetting across the world to appease yet another rich white man. It was part of your job description, after all. Wherever Ken goes, you go. Just him and his best assistant against the world.

You've been awake for what feels like an eternity when you finally arrive at your hotel. You'd made sure to book two conjoining rooms, as always - Kendall likes to have you close. Just in case, he says.

You practically run to the front desk, desperate to shower and jump into a fluffy white bed. The universe, apparently, has other plans.

"So that's room 414 all ready for you, ma'am."

Her English accent doesn't soften the blow of the shock as much as you expected it to.

"Wait... what? Sorry, I'm sleep deprived. I booked two conjoining rooms."

"It says here you only booked one."

"Please," you beg. "I definitely booked two. Do you at least have another room available? I'll just book it now."

She clicks away at the keyboard, acrylic nails hitting the plastic rhythmically.

"I'm really sorry. There's an event happening, it's this huge wedding and the bride is some sort of celebrity and literally every room is full."

"You're kidding."

"I wish I was, ma'am."

And that's how you found yourself apologising profusely to Kendall while dragging your luggage down a never ending hotel hallway.

"God, could this day get any worse? I'm so fucking sorry, Ken."

He stops walking and turns to face you directly.

"It's fine. Stop stressing, please. You're making me fuckin' nervous."

You sigh with relief, and join him in his laughter. You can survive one night, surely.

You swing open your door, to be met with the sight of the biggest hotel bed you've ever seen. Bed. One bed.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

Kendall stays silent, slight smirk on his face. He always thinks you're at your cutest when you're mad.

"God, Ken, again, I'm so sorry. I think the universe hates us."

"You've only figured that out today?"

He chuckles, and the sound calms you down ever so slightly.

"Look, honey, we can sleep top to tail, or I'll sleep on the floor, or in the fucking bathtub. But we're both exhausted, and standing and staring at the bed isn't helping."

He's right. Fatigue is plaguing your bones, practically seeping out of your pores. You need to lie down.

"I'm not gonna make you sleep on the floor, Ken. That's the biggest bed I've ever seen. There's room for the both of us."

He can't argue with that.

You both get ready for bed, taking your respective turns. You never realised how intimate a nighttime routine can be. You feel like you're seeing a side of your boss that's reserved only for him.

You both slide into a side of the bed, making sure to put an adequate distance between you. You roll so your backs are facing each other, to save any awkwardness. Kendall turns off the light, and settles down.

"Goodnight, Ken."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

You fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow.

You're awoken by breathing. Not the steady, rhythmic breathing of someone asleep. No, the half panicked, willing-himself-to-sleep kind of breathing.

"Ken?" you whisper. "Are you awake? What's wrong?"

You turn to face him, and make out the shape of him lying on his back in the dark.

"Fuck, did I wake you? Sorry, honey. Just can't sleep."

"You're exhausted. Thought you'd be out like a light."

"Can I tell you something?" he questions quietly.

"Anything."

"I haven't been sleeping."

"For how long?"

"Months. Maybe like a year? I don't know. I go through phases."

"Have you talked to someone?"

"I, uh, tried to. But they wanted to give me pills. I didn't wanna take them, so."

You roll onto your back, mirroring his position. In the dark, you reach out and grab his hand that rests on the bed between you.

"Proud of you," you whisper. "Can't have been easy to say no."

He doesn't know what to say, so he simply laces his fingers with yours, and squeezes a little tighter.

"Do you think it's because you sleep alone?" you ask quietly after a while.

"Honestly? Maybe. I got used to having Rava for so long. Then Naomi. I always sleep better with someone else."

You inch closer to him, using your interlocked hands as leverage. You move so your arms are pressed against each other, your head resting on his shoulder.

"So do I," you whisper. "Don't know if it's the breathing, or the body heat, or just not being lonely. Whatever it is... you have me."

"Yeah?" he asks breathily.

"Yeah."

With that, he pulls you in to him, arms wrapping around you. You rest your head on his chest and exhale.

You settle into the comfort of the warmth of his chest. The smell of your shampoo slowly calms Kendall, his heart slowing and evening out. Within minutes, his breathing becomes steady and rhythmic, body fully relaxed. You join him in slumber almost instantly.

When you wake in the morning, Kendall tells you to only ever book one room from now on.

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aztecbrujeria · 11 months

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Birds of Paradise: WW2 Pilot Toji x F!Nurse

I am so excited to share this piece with everyone for @hisgoodpuppy first collab celebrating their 500 followers! You can find the wonderful collab and writers for the In Time Collab here! Congrats my dear and hope you enjoy!!!

Side note: I'm sorry this took so long alot has happened since then but I offer my first chapter in this series!!!!

Here is a playlist I made to inspire while I write this series.

**Special thanks to @izzycrow1 on TwT for my Toji Commission! They are open for Comms so please feel free to DM! Please do not repost!**

Summary: Its the time when the world as we know it was plunged into conflict fighting for freedoms of countries that were allies. Here on the front lines of the North African desert you are embroiled in the art of battlefield nursing and helping with the most harrowing of jobs. Far away from your Californian coast thrust upon the distant lands you come across a soldier who isn't quiet like you expected. Is it here that you let yourself follow your heart or will the Americana past time keep you two apart.

@tokyometronetwork @downtown-roponggi

WC Chapter 1: 5.1k

TW: Pilot Toji, F! Latina Nurse, subtle tones of racism, Time and place of WW2, War, themes of blood/gore, Helplessness, Mental Health, Violence, Death,

“An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break.”

- Ancient Chinese Proverb

Northern Africa 1941

The sound of the roaring plane sliced through the sky as it twisted and turned, attempting to shake off its tail from the enemy. Suddenly, the cockpit was hit by a piercing ricochet of bullets, triggering the alarms to cry out.

The pilot's voice shouted through the airwaves, "SHIT!! MAYDAY, MAYDAY! FUSHIGURO!?"

In response, command screamed over the airwaves in response.

"I'M GOING DOWN THE DIRTY KRAUTS ARE ON MY RIGHT!"

Desperately, the pilot cranked the steering, spinning and diving to evade the enemy's fire. However, he suddenly realized that a bullet had pierced straight through his shoulder. With a fierce determination, he used the strength of ten men to pull the steering with his uninjured arm, flying straight up before turning around to begin his descent towards the German's plane.

As he steered his plane with one hand, he urgently cried out, "MAYDAY, MAYDAY! I'M IN THE MOROCCAN DESERT FIND ME!! I'M TAKING THIS PLANE OUT!"

The pilot quickly checked his parachute and blew open the cockpit lid as he pulled the release, throwing himself from the plane. Freefalling towards the earth, he watched with satisfaction as his plane smashed into the enemies plane, taking it out. Finally, he pulled the cord to his chute and gently descended to the ground.

As he landed in the Moroccan desert, the pilot could see planes in the distance approaching the endless golden ochre dunes.

*****

As you huddled in the medic tent, bracing against the relentless desert winds, your focus was fixed on the injured soldier lying before you.

“Doc! I need you, NOW!”

You shouted urgently, beckoning the bloodied physician over to help staunch the bleeding.With sweat pouring down your face, you wiped it away with the back of your arm and took a deep breath, determined to save this soldier’s life.

Just as you reached for the dwindling supplies of hemostats, a clatter echoed in the distance. Turning to investigate, you saw one of the new nurses standing frozen, staring at the blood on her hands.

“I c-can’t…What am I…”

She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, you marched over to her and slapped her across the face.

“Not here, not now,” you barked, your voice firm and commanding.

“We need you. Get yourself together.”

The nurse looked at you, her curls falling into her eyes as she spoke in a trembling voice, “I can’t do this anymore.”

You grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her steady.

“Yes, you can,” you said firmly. “We’re all scared, but we have a job to do. We can’t give up now.”

“I know you’re scared, I know this is so much…death, but they need you. I need you, okay?”

Her eyes filled with understanding and determination.

“Good, now pick up the tray and put the tools into the boiling pot to sterilize.” She nodded and went about her task, “When you get them in, head over and switch with triage, I need them back here to help with surgery.”

She stopped turning white, “I need the strength.” You simply stated, knowing you were about to help a man lose his leg, “We only have so much morphine, please hurry.” She quickly turned to find the triage nurse.

As you tried to catch your breath and take a moment to collect yourself, you were jolted by the sound of shouting coming from the cot at your right.

“Bangō! Kare wa dokoda, Megumi!...Watashi no musuko wa dokodesu ka!” the man shouted, his deep voice booming with each word.

You couldn’t understand him, but the desperation in his voice was palpable. You quickly made your way over to him hoping to calm him down and figure out what was wrong.

But before you could even utter a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the ground, holding a small knife to your throat. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to keep your composure.

From behind the surgery screen, a nurse started screaming, “HEY! GET OFF HER!” But you knew you had to handle this delicately.

“He’s Shell Shocked!” You called out, trying to soothe the man. “Let me talk him down.”

With the knife pressed against your throat, you carefully slid your hand up to place it over his, hoping to calm him and defuse the situation. You could feel the edge of the blade pressing into your skin, but you refused to let fear take over. You had a job to do, and you were determined to see it through.

“You are injured, sir. Let me help you,” you felt the blade prick your flesh.

Inhaling with a hiss, you pleaded, “Sir, please, let me help you.”

You grabbed his wrist and watched as his emerald eyes, swirling with bloodlust and confusion, became clear with the understanding that you were no threat. The blade lifted from your throat, and you cupped his cheek, distracting him enough for the nurse behind him to shove a needle into his arm to put him out.

“That should get him back under so we can move him back to the cot,” the nurse said as another, less injured, soldier helped her move his large frame to let him sleep. Sitting up, you looked at him until a bloodcurdling scream echoed above the other groans and screams from the hoard of patients..

You didn't have time to check on him, nor did you have time to breathe. You were summoned to cut off the leg of a man who wouldn't make it. You grabbed the hand of the other nurse and both of you headed towards the surgery partition, swallowing hard and pushing your own chaotic mind aside to continue with your duties.

*****

Finally, the patient’s screaming stopped, and they passed out from the pain.

“It's always better when they pass out,” you thought to yourself, feeling both relieved and guilty at the same time.

Sitting in the middle of the medic tent, you let out an exhausted sigh, the sounds of moans and whimpers filling the air. The distant sounds of shells and bullets, with roars from planes, made it difficult to think clearly. Your hands, stained with the blood of your patients, rested upon the soiled uniform you wore.

The limits of devastation had been reached for the day, and you shut off your emotions, running only on instinct.

“Hey, why don’t you head to quarters, I’ll take first rounds,” your comrade suggested, touching your shoulder to bring you back to reality. “Yeah, thanks, I need…”

You struggled to find the words, feeling drained and overwhelmed. You stumbled out of the medic tent and walked until you were far enough to scream, letting the winds of the desert carry your heartbreak away.

You didn’t know when you had gotten to your quarters or when you made it to the showers. The water turned cold, but you could care less, watching the blood from the day wash down the drain. Your thick waves curtained your face, and your eyes brimmed with hot tears from the utter annihilation of war.

Weeping silently, you let the horrors rack your body so you could stifle it for another day. The guilt, the pain, and the sorrow all ate away at you, but you knew you had to keep going.

Wearing a clean linen dress with a handwoven pattern from your abuela adorning the edges, you left your wavy tresses down to dry as the jade pendant from your parents hung on a leather strap around your neck. Despite bone exhaustion calling you to bed, you couldn't resist one final check on your comrade at the medic tent.

You grabbed a few charts, checked the notes, fixed a few dressings, and placed new cool compresses atop a soldier's forehead.

“You never take a break, do you?” Your comrade teased as you bent over to clean up a bedpan.

“Hey, I’m serious, go to bed. We’ll see you once you get some rest.” With a roll of your eyes and a lopsided grin, you handed the bedpan over and replied, “Fine, alright, alright, I’m going. Let me just check on our shell-shocked soldier, okay?” Your comrade sighed, nodding towards the cot at the end of the row, “Then off to bed, that’s an order.”

You winked at them and headed towards the soldier. Picking up his chart, you read the notes while fiddling with your pendant.

Suddenly, the soldier began to stir and called out the name “Megumi” in a pained voice, his face contorting with fear. You sat down next to him, placing a cool compress on his forehead while watching him with deep concern as his face contorted with fear; or was it something else like sorrow.

As you placed the cool cloth on his forehead, you finally took a moment to really look at the soldier from earlier. He had a strong jawline and a sleek nose, with thick raven lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. His dark olive skin and faded scar above his lips caught your attention, and you noticed his midnight hair could use a trim. He was breathtaking.

As you looked at the soldier, he reminded you of a forbidden love from childhood. You were transported back to the moment when your father caught you kissing Mr. Itadori’s son Jin.

Your father had yelled, "¡¿QUE ESTAS HACIENDO!? You aren't allowed to do that! What if you got in trouble from La Senora?! What is your mother going to say?"

But now, as you thought back on that memory, a small smile spread across your face. It was a funny memory, one that you hadn't thought about in years. The soldier's features brought back memories of Jin, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

Your hand moved on its own, and you found yourself tracing the scar on the soldier’s lips. You admired his cupid’s bow, but a soft breeze rustling his gear at the top of the cot diverted your attention.

When the soldier’s lips frowned and whispered “Megumi,” you stilled, hoping not to disturb him. You carefully slipped out a stack of letters from his pack and found a picture of a small boy and a breathtaking woman in a kimono on top of the worn letters stained with blood.

Your fingers traced the small smile of the baby being held by its mother. You smiled, hoping they knew their husband and father lay safe for the time being. Upon studying the photo’s details, you saw clear, stylistic handwritten letters that read “Megumi” with strange symbols next to it on the back. Your heart lifted for just a moment, seeing the corners of the photo so worn with the fading smiles.

As you looked back at the soldier, you found his verdant eyes staring back into your own October eyes.

“Nanishiteruno?”

As his large, calloused hand gripped your wrist, you felt his fingers entirely encapsulate it with strong digits that bore worn ink upon his knuckles that read “M-E-G-S”.

You looked back at him with pleading eyes, “I-I’m sorry. I was looking for a way to help you.”

His eyes swirled, glowing against the pale lights of the lanterns as he registered your accented English.

“Didn’t anyone teach you not to touch things that aren’t yours?” Inhaling a quick breath, his thick baritone voice washed over you, causing your flesh to become raised, striking a deep chord within you.

“Y-yes, I’m sorry señor, you kept calling out a name…I just wanted to ease your mind.”

As he took in your thick midnight waves, tucked behind your ear, the way the low light played off your rich caramel skin made his breath hitch. He was mesmerized by your raven eyelashes, drawing his gaze towards your endless chocolate irises.

He saw kindness and deep sadness mixing together, drawing him in like a siren’s song. The way your natural rouge dusted your cheeks and matched your full pouting lips made his body begin to hum.

He watched as your hand reached up and grasped the jade pendant hanging from your neck, and his eyes widened seeing the small nick upon your throat still red.

Without thinking, he reached out and touched you as you backed up slightly, “Did I do that?” His voice was raw, filled with regret and sorrow, and he dropped his hand back down before he sat up and hissed in pain.

You quickly reached forward to help him sit up and steadied him, causing the flutter of his letters and photo to drop to the floor below. He looked down and saw the worn memory staring back at him.

“Did you read anything good?” You clicked your tongue with concern as he hunched over, and his groan of pain became louder.

“No, I didn’t even open them, besides I only saw the picture. You have a beautiful family.” As you looked at the man, you saw a small, quiet smile flash across his features before he cursed under his breath, wincing.

“Eso es, es suficiente, you need to let me look at your wound and clean it up.”

Toji snaps a look at you, "I'm fine."

You roll your eyes and, with a thicker Spanish accent, say, "You pinche men, I will not talk back. Now, open your shirt, and let's get you cleaned up. I am a nurse, after all."

Toji smirks and chuckles at you, delighted that you are strong and know how to make your point known.

"Fine, you win," as he feels your hand placed gently on his broad back, helping him sit farther on the edge of the cot. When you let go, he can still feel the warmth of your hand on his back.

As you stand and pull your long tresses to the side, deftly braiding them to keep them out of your face, Toji can't help but feel a flutter in the pit of his stomach. You're unlike any woman he's ever seen before.

He studies the line of your nose, the curve of your cheekbones, and the furrow in your brow that speaks to your concern. But what really captures his attention is the texture of your skin, which glimmers in the light of the tent like magic. It's like the finest silk, with a deep bronze tone that sets you apart from everyone else in the room.

Toji can't help but admire you, drinking in the sight of your exotic features and the way you move with a natural grace. He knows he shouldn't stare, but he can't help it. There's just something about you that draws him in, something he can't quite put his finger on.

For a moment, it makes him miss the love he lost so long ago, and he frowns before he feels your fingers undo the buttons to his filthy uniform. You feel your face begin to heat up from the blush that flashed upon your cheeks before you quickly shake it off.

Finally opening his uniform, you see the cuts and bruises caked in dried sand and blood, and your eyes fill with sadness at the bullet hole. You click your tongue, upset that he had to wait this long before getting cleaned up. Internally toiling like you had let him suffer, you start mumbling in Spanish, admonishing yourself for not helping sooner. Toji sees the flare of anger in your eyes before they are overcome with compassion. In so many years, he has never been compelled toward another woman, yet here you are, pulling him into your kindness.

Assessing the bruises and wounds, turning to the empty tub by bedside, "I'm going to grab some antiseptic and more bandages. We need to clean these wounds, and you need stitches on your left shoulder. You've been shot clean through, and you're lucky that's all on the outside. You might have a small fever later." Toji moves, and he gasps from the shooting pain that runs from his injured shoulder to his ribs.

Hearing his gasp of pain you catch him hugging his right set of ribs, "I think those are broken. We're going to need to wrap those too." You sigh in annoyance of your oversight of his care.

Smiling, Toji watches the way you turn and head towards the supplies. He can’t help but chuckle as he sees you muttering under your breath at yourself.

The sway of your hips makes your dress swish with your movements, showing your muscular calves down to your dainty feet in a pair of the most colorful sandals he's ever seen. More and more, he wants to touch you and get to know you.

Toji runs his fingers through his hair and scrubs down his face, saying to himself, "Get yourself together... She's helping you."

When you returned to Toji with fresh supplies, your eyes were drawn to the sight of him standing up from where he had been seated. You hadn't quite realized just how tall he was until this moment; he towered over you with ease, his muscular arm moving to his side to steady himself as he slipped off his destroyed uniform.

As he shed the damaged garment, you caught sight of something that made your heart skip a beat: a colorful display of ink that covered his skin in intricate patterns. The design ran across his broad shoulders and down the expanse of his back, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

You couldn't help but stare in wonder at the sight, your eyes tracing the curves and lines of the tattoo with fascination. It was clear that this was no ordinary design; it spoke of a rich cultural heritage and a dedication to tradition that you found deeply compelling.

For a moment, you forgot about the task at hand, lost in the beauty of the ink and the man who wore it. It was only when he caught you staring that you snapped back to reality, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Toji smirked at you, clearly amused by your reaction. "Are there more scratches, nurse?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You shook your head, trying to push aside the distracting thoughts about Toji's ink. "I've seen worse, siéntate por favor," you said, motioning for him to sit down so you could tend to his injuries.

As you moved closer to him, he couldn't resist making a comment. "I can see you enjoying this. Are you a sadist?" he joked, though his laughter quickly turned to a grimace of pain.

You smiled slightly at his discomfort, grateful for the distraction from your own racing thoughts. "Not a sadist, just doing my job," you replied, setting down the tray of supplies and stepping between his long legs.

You tapped his thigh, urging him to open his legs a little wider so you could more easily access his upper body. As you reached for a clean apron to tie around your waist, you felt his gaze on you, and you couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

Trying to remain professional, you focused on your work, doing your best to ignore the way his eyes lingered on your silhouette.

It wasn't until later, when you were alone with your thoughts, that you allowed yourself to wonder what he might have been thinking, and whether his interest in you went beyond a mere physical attraction.

Toji's gaze followed your every movement as you tended to his wounds with expert care. He couldn't help but feel drawn to you, admiring the way you handled the task with such precision and gentleness. As your scarred hands reached into the hot water for a clean cloth, he couldn't help but wonder what had caused those marks. He found himself mesmerized by the flecks of gold in your eyes, as if he was looking into the depths of the sun itself.

He winced at the pain of your first touch, but soon relaxed as you washed away the filth from his face. The sound of your humming filled the tent, calming his nerves and making him feel strangely at ease. He couldn't help but wonder what else you were capable of, and what it would be like to have you as his own personal medic.

As you began to work your way down his torso, he felt his body temperature rise, but it wasn't from a fever. He couldn't resist the urge to grab onto your hips, using them to steady himself as you tended to his wounds. He knew it was inappropriate, but he couldn't help himself. He felt a surge of desire course through him, making him ache for you in ways he had never experienced before.

When you hesitated at his touch, he felt a pang of disappointment. He didn't want to scare you away, but he couldn't deny the feelings that were stirring within him. He quickly apologized and promised to behave, but he knew that the desire he felt for you would never go away.

You were close enough you could see the striations of the veins under his beautiful skin as you washed what you could away. You could feel his heart begin to race as you got closer to him as you bent down to look at the opening of the bullet wound.

“I’m sorry for what you are about to feel. We’re low on pain medication, I’m so sorry.” You turned and reached for the alcohol before you looked back to see his hesitant eyes.

“Remember, don’t move your hands, okay breathe.”

His eyes widened and his fingers began to bruise you as he screamed profanities in Japanese, feeling the alcohol clean the area before you wiped away any debris out of the wound.

Grabbing a syringe of water flushing out the wound, feeling his digits splay out farther in your hips and grab onto you tighter. You had to stop yourself from moving your legs close together and felt the waves from your haphazard braid fall into your eyes.

Taking a deep breath you waited for him to release you. When he relaxed his hands dropped to his knees as you stood and reached for the thread and needle for the stitches that had been bathing in iodine.

You gave him one more look, “Again, I’m so sorry but we’re low on pain killers and I can’t get any until our next supply run. I’m so sorry, I’ll try and be quick.”

Before he could register why you were apologizing he felt the first puncture of the needle and pull of thread as you knotted the thread and moved on to the next one. He started his cursing under his breath again at each puncture of the needle and the knotting of the stitch. He could feel his skin pulling taught and knew you had a steady hand while knotting the fine thread. Toji didn’t know how long you had been there working on the opening when you had clipped the final stitch and turned to your cotton ball to swap some alcohol and ointment upon the closed wound. Toji could feel his body become heavy from the stress and could feel the deep aches and pains from his minor injuries begin to rack his body.

Eyeing his stitches you grabbed fresh bandages and set to placing them on the wound. Your fingertips skimmed the goosebumps that raised across his chest as you looked up and blew the stray curl from your eyes and smiled trying to lessen your own awkwardness. You thought the blush upon his cheeks was handsome and couldn’t help but quickly look away; you knew that he would tease you if he caught you staring. Clearing your mind to begin wrapping his chest, you noticed him slightly shaking, “Shit! He’s going into shock.”

“Hey, troublemaker, you can’t pass out on me now. I need to wrap your chest then you can lay down, okay? If you need to hold onto something you can hold onto me while I finish.” Quickly Toji reached out and once again held onto your hips, fingertips gripping tightly, you felt the butterflies in your stomach explode into your chest. Brushing off the butterflies so you could begin wrapping his chest, you couldn’t help but see the perspiration on his skin. “Chingados, He’s getting a fever.” You made quick work of wrapping up his ribs and pinning the last of the bandage. His head fell forward resting against your shoulder, you knew he had passed out, looking around you called your comrade to come and help lay him down.

Your fellow nurse helped you settle him and you sat finishing up the cleaning process and tucked him in. Moving to your chair you place the compress on his brow and sit watching the way he breathes and the sheen of sweat that was appearing on his brow. The doctor finally came over to check your work and also gave the order for an emergency shot of antibiotics for his fever. When you felt the exhaustion from the many hours of being awake and didn’t want to leave his side, he began to cry in his sleep whispering “Megumi”. Reaching out you took his hand and wiped his brow. It wasn’t long before you rested your head upon your arms on the cot, “Just need a quick nap.”

*****

Toji remembered the way you smelled like jasmine, honeysuckle, and firewood before he succumbed to slumber and a fever. He kept watching the mistakes he made as a father and the death of his wife replay behind his eyelids. He would come in and out of consciousness, but a small delicate hand was always there to wipe his brow and calm him down. He heard the smoothing lullaby of an ancient language fill his thoughts, slowly replacing the nightmares with loving memories of smiles and laughter. Toji felt safe for the first time in a long time as he finally awoke to the clearing image of the medic tent and the sounds of moans and cries on a hot day.

His mouth was parched, it felt like he had licked the dunes themselves, his lower body felt heavy. Groaning he sat up slowly, head slightly swimming, before he looked down to his lap to find you sleeping. He smiled watching the way the escaped waves from your braid blew out of your face when you breathed, the way your lips parted with a soft moan, and the vice grip on a wet cloth in one hand while your other hand laid upon his thigh. He wasn’t sure what the feeling was in his chest, but he did know that he couldn’t control himself from reaching out to brush your hair behind your ear. “Funny you look like Yosei.” Another nurse came by making Toji snap his hand back.

“Oh, sir, I’m so sorry she refused to leave. You had a tough couple of nights there. She wanted to make sure that you weren’t alone; since you are like her in a way ya know.” Toji looked at the blond nurse with a slight sunburn on her nose and cheeks, “What do you mean, like her?”

He watched the nurse blush, “You know…different.” Toji could feel something like rage begin to boil and was about to make that blonde nurse cry when he felt you stir awake. “Mamá!” His eyes widened and he felt your panic as you shot up in your seat and looked around, he knew that look he knew he gave it too, he watched your glazed eyes finally snap to reality.

You sat and realized you had woken from a nightmare when you saw the look of shock on your comrades face and his eyes full of concern. You cleared your throat and fixed your hair, “I, umm, sorry about that. H-How are you feeling, I better get you some water.” He watched you stand, noticing you hadn’t changed your dress in a few days, and smiled as you pulled on your earlobe while you were nervous.

When you turned towards him with a fresh cup of water the blonde nurse decided to clear her throat, “You should really go get some rest in your barracks.” You nodded and smiled at her saying thank you.

Watching her lift her brow at you and satisfied with your answer she continued on her rounds. Muttering under your breath a string of curses you turned back to the soldier, “Okay, I better get going, also I need a name for your chart sir. You’ve been out long enough and I know you speak english now.” Toji finished his water and held the cup in his hands meeting your eyes, noticing they were the color of gold, “Your eyes change colors.”

Blushing at his observation, you cleared your throat, “Y-yes, but that’s for another time. Name flyboy.” You couldn’t contain the bright megawatt smile when you heard him laugh for the first time. It sounded like magic dripping from his tongue catching you in an undertow of wonder, “2nd lieutenant, Toji Fushiguro, Pilot; ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Toji bowed his head in respect, a habit from his culture, you blushed while feeling the goofy smile you had stayed upon your features.

“Umm, lo siento señor, d-do I bow back?” Toji began to chuckle, moving to brace his ribs, “O-Only if you want to.” He groaned with a small amount of pain before he felt your small hands on his, checking his bandaging, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I should leave you alone.”

He relaxed as you stood smiling, your thick waves in the messy braid hung off your shoulders as you bowed, “Encantado.” Toji liked the way your Spanish rolled off your tongue.

Standing you grabbed his chart, “Well, I better go, we’ll be in to check on you periodically and the Doc will want to do a more thorough examination to determine how long you’re with us before you ship back out to your regiment.”

He watched you turn and head back to the nurses station, smiling as he watched you tripped over the colorful sandals upon your small feet. He had never been more intrigued by you and also felt like something was missing when you left.

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