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For the nsfw head canons Ortega enjoying being watched as they pleasure themselves 😳

Ohohoho very good headcanon, thank you anon!! This is written as a "what if pre-Heartbreak Chargestep got a lil spicy", but can also very much be applied to a Step later on who doesn't want to risk Ortega finding out what they are. Forgive my attempt at Spanish, I tried.

Fandom: Fallen Hero

Characters: Julia Ortega/Sidestep, Ricardo Ortega/Sidestep

Rating: M

Julia

With a wide smirk on her lips--one that would make me want to shove her if I felt like I could breathe, let alone move--Sparkles lies back, sprawled across the plush couch as though posing to be painted. Her fingers, long and calloused and far too familiar, seem in no rush as they slowly work their way down the buttons of her shirt. They trail down the exposed muscles of her abdomen, weaving patterns through the dark hair that grows thicker as she makes her way towards the waistband of her jeans, drawing my attention to the way the fabric surely clings too tightly.

I definitely do not whimper under my breath when she works her pants down over her hips, grazing fingertips lightly over damp underwear that molds to her while murmuring my name on a soft, revering breath, nor am I gripping the edges of my chair in an effort not to damn myself back to hell for nothing but a taste of the heaven she offers.

"No te das cuenta de cómo me afectas," she chuckles, fond and grumbly in the back of her throat, the gravity of her gaze pulling mine to meet, hers one that burn as brightly as she and yet there's a softness creasing the edges that strips me bare, flays me to the flesh, nerves and ugliness exposed to a light that would rather caresses my frayed edges than burn.

Ricardo

With a wide smirk on his lips--one that would make me want to shove him if I felt like I could breathe, let alone move--Sparkles lies back, sprawled across the plush couch as though posing to be painted. His fingers, long and calloused and far too familiar, seem in no rush as they slowly work their way down the buttons of his shirt. They trail down the exposed muscles of his abdomen, weaving patterns through the dark hair that grows thicker as he makes his way towards the waistband of his jeans, drawing my attention to where the fabric strains.

I definitely do not whimper under my breath when he works his pants down over his hips, grazing fingertips lightly over underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination while murmuring my name on a soft, revering breath, nor am I gripping the edges of my chair in an effort not to damn myself back to hell for nothing but a taste of the heaven he offers.

"No te das cuenta de cómo me afectas," he chuckles, fond and grumbly in the back of his throat, the gravity of his gaze pulling mine to meet, his one that burn as brightly as he and yet there's a softness creasing the edges that strips me bare, flays me to the flesh, nerves and ugliness exposed to a light that would rather caresse my frayed edges than burn.

Thanks for reading!!! I was back and forth between "No sabes como me haces falta" and the line I used, the deciding factor was just that I'm not sure Ortega would've said this one before Heartbreak. Feel free to imagine either, depending on circumstance. 😌✨

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@ejunkiet Tumblr ate your ask when I tried to answer, so let's try this again! 😂 Thank you for the prompt, it is very very good indeed. 👀

N*FW headcanon prompt: Ortega + Electricity

This actually works really well for a scenario I already had in my head when one of my Step, Jane, thinks the Farm is about to catch her and all she can think about is Julia.

Fandom: Fallen Hero

Characters: Julia Ortega/nb!Sidestep

Rating: M

The kiss burns, her scorching lips pressing brands into my skin, scars that will never fade even if a thousand more cover them. Julia tastes of desperation and terror, yet her touch holds a softness that kindles the embers of loss and agony resting in my chest, chased away by a different sort of pain that buzzes in the nerves at the small of my back.

And then her mouth is gone with a small gasp and she's moving away, mumbling an apology, rubbing at the anxious sparks in her palms.

"No," I rasp, catching her hands in mine and tugging her back into my arms, sighing into her mouth at the sting of pain reminding me, for now at least, that I'm alive.

Thank you again for the prompt!! 🤩

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#if: fhr #chargestep #ch: ortega #ch: sidestep #my oc: jane #nsft #asks #ejunkiet #roo.writes

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Snippet/Sketch Sunday

So I actually wrote something and wanted to share (despite the “never finishing what I share” curse) because I have not been feeling creative at all, but damnit I wrote something. This takes place right after my Sidestep, Jane, escapes from the Farm a second time and winds up going back to her old apartment. It brings up memories.

“No offense Jane, but I was preparing for a beige box with an air mattress in one corner and mini-fridge in the other.”

I pursed my lips, not arguing that point. A year prior she wouldn’t exactly have been far off. 

“Well your highness, make yourself comfortable and I’ll go get champagne out of the icebox,” I said dryly, but couldn’t help returning her smile. 

The late afternoon light filtered through the small window, catching the little glass crystal hanging from the blinds and sending rainbow lights across the walls, filtering through the loose hair that fell almost to her waist. It looked soft and an unfamiliar ball of warmth twisted in the pit of my stomach. I turned away.

The window is dark. 

My breathing is too loud. For a second I’m not sure I’m in the right place, it feels wrong. The ceilings are too low, the kitchen cabinets should be a natural oak instead of that sterile white, this entire goddamn place is claustrophobic, as if the walls are shifting closer every time my attention slips. 

Tagging @liamwynric @amlovelies @impossible-rat-babies @merry-harlowe @queerbrujas @natesquill and anyone else who wants to!! pls i need distraction

#snippet sunday #roo.writes #my oc: jane #if: fhr #ch: ortega #claustorphobia mention #i think writing post-escape jane scenes interspersed with flashbacks will just be my thing now #its so fun by which i mean heartbreaking #they make me feel things #jane just never has a last name #thats just gonna be a thing now lol #ive tagged too many things as just 'my oc: jane' theres no going back #heres the secret her name is jane jane #with her middle name its jane jane jane #yes it is the middle of the night and i should be asleep why do you ask #i literally dont even know where this fic is going. the goal seems to be pain #we are all totally fine and mentally healthy in this dumpster #have we thought about julia with her hair down? i dont think we think about that enough