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home is any four walls that enclose the right person 🤍
It's Just Gum... (Lohen x reader)
"Can I have one?"
Your voice easily reached Lohen's ears, cool gaze turning to you, now with a softer touch to them. However subtle it was to anyone who wasn't perceptive enough.
"Shame... That was my last one."
Came the vice captain's casual answer once the bubble popped, a slight shrug to his shoulders before you caught a brief glimpse of something in his eyes. That familiar mischievous glint, before the corner of his lips curled up slightly.
He was definitely up to something...
"Although, I can give you one. As long as you're willing to pay the price..."
Lohen drawled out, almost sing songed if only he wasn't trying to hide his very clear (to you) intention.
You raised an eyebrow at him, he knows you're suspicious of him. It was always easy to tell with you.
"But it's just gum", you reasoned, hoping what he had in mind, he would reconsider the weight of whatever payment he was demanding.
"That's not an answer~"
"Alright fine. What is it?"
The grin on his face grew wider, and you were convinced he'd tell you to go all the way back to the city to buy him some. With a time limit and punishment in store.
NOT to suddenly see his face up close, warm lips pressed firmly against yours. They move purposefully, earning a gasp from you when his tongue brushed over the seam of your lips. At least he was asking permission, probably...
He takes the opportunity quickly, running the wet muscle against your own. Relentless, even as you felt your knees grow weak. As if he's adamant to steal all the air from you.
Sharp eyes half lidded as he watched your reactions closely, before he finally pulled away. Leaving you breathless as intended.
"L-Lohen!", was the only thing you managed to get out once you were able to breathe again.
An amused chuckle left him as he eyed your flustered self. No remorse nor shame. Just pure enjoyment.
"What? It's just gum... Right?"
If it wasn't for that, you wouldn't even have noticed the candy now in your mouth...
price is kinda mean. my bad. oh and implied age gap. second part
“can’t you just leave me the fuck alone for once?” price snapped, looking up from the files he was reviewing and meeting your gaze as you stood in the doorway of his office. the one in his flat.
he had had a long day, you knew that. he hadn’t replied to a couple of texts you sent him throughout the day and he barely looked at you when he came back from base. he immediately holed himself up in his office. you were worried. he hadn’t touched the dinner you made and you could assume he had barely eaten today from how grumpy he was.
his voice pulled your attention off your thoughts and on him again. “ya act like a fucking dog. waitin’ for me by the door every day like some stupid mutt. fucking needy. just because you sit on your arse all day, doesn’t mean you can bother me all the fucking time when i’m home. if i’d known dating you would mean this, i would’ve given it more thought.” he was loud and scary, intentionally hitting your most sensitive spots. that was part of his job, after all. find the enemy’s insecurity and crush them.
you weren’t an enemy, though. he knew that. of course he did. but right now he was so angry at those soldiers that fucked up, at a recruit who almost shot his teammate, at life itself for being so frustrating, that he saw red.
a couple silent seconds passed before you walked out and carefully closed the door behind you. you were blinking away tears and your throat was burning but you needed to keep your composure. you had to. you’d been bad. needy and clingy. you didn’t deserve to cry or go back to his office and yell back at him.
was he right? you did act like a fucking dog. most nights, you waited for him by the door of his flat, greeting him with a smile and a kiss. but… but that was because you loved him. you were excited to see him. was that so bad? and you did do things during the day. you had a part time job, went to lectures or labs and if you had a free day, you did chores around the house or ran errands. you didn’t want to bother him when he came home. you just wanted to spend time with him because you missed him. it was john’s idea to move in together, telling you that you shouldn’t be renting a place when you always stayed over his. it was a waste of money, he said. this was your home now, he said.
suddenly these walls didn’t feel like home.
you grabbed your bag and left the apartment, feeling like you were being suffocated by the same place that brought you comfort.
midnight found you sat in a hotel room. you had walked for almost an hour, your mind numb. you hadn’t even noticed you were shivering from the cold. not until the receptionist at the hotel you entered asked you if you were okay. she was a sweet older woman, made you feel safe. you asked for a room for one night, making up some excuse you had already forgotten about, and made your way upstairs when she gave you the key.
you sat on the bed, staring at the wall in front of you. why did you always do this? cared too much. no one had ever matched your energy. from a young age, every friend you had never cared about the friendship as much as you did. it made you feel out of place. why couldn’t anyone care about you like you cared about others? why couldn’t you be loved the way you love?
you had thought you found that in john. he loved you. he loved you like you loved him and he missed you when you were apart and he hated sleeping without you. was it all a lie?
you had pushed him to his limits with your clinginess. it was only a matter of time, really.
cw: mention of toxic relationship (not tf141), screaming/fighting (not tf141), someone gets beat up bad
tf141 who are your next door neighbors that just moved in the apartment complex a few months ago. you’ve interacted with them seperately.
price helped you with your mountain load of groceries one time after he saw you struggle to get past the elevator. gaz helped you in handling your rowdy kittens, laughing as one circled around him excitedly. soap happily accepted your gift of a huge tray of mac ‘n cheese, telling him it was for an event that got cancelled last minute. ghost was the last one you had a proper interaction with; he knocked on your door, waited patiently for you to open up so he could give you your package that accidentally was left at their doorstep.
after a few weeks, they hear fighting from your side. the walls were thin enough for them to just lean against the wall that seperated your units.
“you’re a fuckin’ bitch, that’s what y’are!”
SLAM!
… imagine your surprise when you hear frantic knocking on your door and you see your boyfriend—your bloodied boyfriend—scared, panicked. bruises littered his face as he breathes heavily through his mouth, his nose presumably broken.
“i-i’m sorry! you… you won’t be seein’ me ever again, o-okay? you deserve be-better—i-i can’t be that for you… goodbye—“ he sprinted away as he said the last syllable. you couldn’t even process what was happening let alone give a proper reply.
“… what the hell?”
a/n : hi. this is my first thingy for cod. i wanna write for them more bit by bit BUT. I BELIEVE IM GOING TO HAVE TROUBLE WITH WRITING JOHNNAE. because like. i wanna do the scottish lingo too.............. BUT IM NAURT SCOTTISH........................... advice pleaz...........
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Right there...Pt.6(ish) //Chase Scene//
X Neighbor!Reader is back! Soo I told y'all you'd be getting the NoGoggles/Lensless variant chase scene and I'm finally delivering! Sorry it's been a hot hot minuet since an update on this, promise it's not dead but I had other stuff I wanted to write and life came up too lol.
This is a direct continuation of Pt.3 so if ya haven't read that one, click on to it down below. Ya don't need 4 & 5(might even renumber this one later but we'll see lol)
Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5- GN! and 18+
Big Guy Big Belly
König is a big man, and with a big man comes a big appetite. We’re talking about a 6’10 man constantly maintaining his peak physique. He needs to be consuming as many calories and as much protein, carbs, fats, fiber and more to keep himself in fit and fighting shape.
At the canteen, he’s a nightmare. I bet that people rush to the cafeteria just to make sure they get something to eat before the big man on base rolls up. He’ll clear out the bins if he gets a chance. There’s a rumour on base that the reason König fought so hard to climb the ranks so quickly was just to be able to eat more and get away with it. Little do they know that they’re absolutely right, but König will never say that out loud. Ever. There’s some secrets you take to your grave.
Either way, König is a menace in the canteen. He’ll pile his plate as high as he can when he gets a chance. He’s packing away all he can get in the shortest amount of time he can, and everyone has to suffer for it. The worst part is that everyone has to rush to get to the caf before König, and König knows exactly what others are doing, so he’s in a daily race against the entire base to eat his fill. It’s always a photo-finish to see who gets to the cafeteria first. König currently has been slacking, so he’s not been eating like he normally has. Is he mad? Not really. He’ll clean out the snack cart later.
He’s a monster late at night. Everyone knows that you need to leave the big man to his snacks, lest you face the wrath of the colossus on base. Well, wrath in a peculiar way. He just gets quiet and angry, but it’s still not a fun experience to try and fight him for a sandwich. If you take the last egg salad sandwich you’ll be at the top of his shit list for the next week. Don’t even think he won’t track you down. He’ll throw around his rank just to get his hands on the poor bastard. Nobody is safe, either.
Stiletto only once took the last pudding cup. Once. She never made that mistake again. For a week he was giving her dirty looks over a cold shoulder as he bumbled down the hall. She eventually had to give in and sacrifice a desert to be able to get back in his good graces. She still thinks he’s a massive bitch because of it. And you know what? She’s right. Everybody knows she’s right, König included, but he’ll keep going after whoever ‘steals’ ‘his’ snacks. They get along a bit better now that they’ve both advanced in rank and worked together, but there was a good period of time where Stiletto had to sleep with one eye open.
It gets a bit better for everyone when König finally finds a partner and doesn’t stay on base so often. Everyone takes a moment to pray for the poor soul who has to cook for König whenever he gets home from deployment.
See, during deployment, König can’t be such a massive bitch about food. He gets his rations, and that’s that. He can’t steal from anybody else, so he gets stuck with these pitiful MREs that barely fill him up. It’s miserable, and he’s losing weight like crazy when on the field. He’s running on fumes and burning calories like crazy as he’s risking his life out there. It’s gotten to a point where König has taken to eating with hostages post-rescue to ‘help them feel safer’ (read: get more food into his gullet). Thankfully, he puts his best foot forward when dealing with victims of trauma and ensures that he has somebody else do all the socializing while he plays with the kids after dinner. Apparently, after the inevitable shower of tears whenever kids have to face König, he becomes pretty popular. They love to use him as a jungle gym (and make fun of him) and he’s just happy to get more to eat. He’ll take being called ‘bigger than even my dad!’, being told ‘you’re weird’ or being asked ‘why are you so big and scary all the time?’ any day for a little extra to eat. He can tolerate a few kids. He won’t ever admit that hanging around them makes him want some kids of his own, or at least not to Horangi, who’s already teasing König about being a surrogate father to the kids. König tells him to keep it to himself, but Horangi is already buying things for the baby shower.
Once König finally comes home, that’s when all Hell breaks loose. This man has been starving and he needs food NOW. He won’t take no for an answer. If you don’t have something prepared, he’ll be ordering a massive order of takeout the likes of which you’ve never seen before in your life. He’ll hit multiple places on his way back to your place if he doesn’t think you’ve been able to get something together for him. If you can’t cook, he won’t even bother telling you to cook for him and just focus on getting a whole banquet of junk food ready for when he arrives home. He brings the pizzas in the door before he even brings in his own bags. You’ll have to go out and grab his bag as he sets up his personal buffet table. The worst part is despite how much he can shove down, he always buys more than he can eat, so you’ve got a couple of days worth of food to shove in the fridge at the end of the night.
If you can cook, this is a multi-day experience. Is it rewarding? Absolutely. Is it painful? Abso-fucking-lutely. He’s got you slaving for hours a day just to get him a nice home cooked meal. You’ll be going all out to get him a big enough meal. We’re thinking a tray of mac and cheese, a whole roast chicken, easily a handful of loaded baked potatoes. If you have something from your traditional cuisine, he’s not picky, he’ll gobble it up in a heartbeat. Knowing you made it for him is more than enough for him. Food is the way to a man’s heart, some say, and König will never let you go if you treat him like the king he is.
The good thing about cooking König such a big meal is that he gives back. He’s not a fan of cooking, but for the next few days he’ll take over cooking and cleaning in the kitchen. It’s just an easy way for him to give back, you know? He can’t thank you enough with words, so why not with actions?
But the best part of König giving back is that he’s an excellent cook. He cooks mostly traditional food from his culture, but he’s down for some french or italian cooking if you’re into it. He can make a mean lasagne. He does not skimp on the cheese, this man. No he’s a cheese fiend. If you’re lactose intolerant, you’ve got another thing coming for you. He will hand feed you lactaid just for the meal. If you have a dietary restriction, he’ll learn how to cook your types of meals in abundance. He’s perfect that way. Vegetarian, vegan, keto, no matter what, he’s got your back. He’s learned how to make an excellent spread for a dinner party, and part of learning to cater to others is to work around other people’s diets; his mother drilled that rule into his little head as a kid. He does it without complaint, too. For at least a week after coming home, he’s just so happy to be around food in abundance again. He’s absolutely thriving in the kitchen before the thrill wears off and he’s back to avoiding cooking like the plague again.
He loves to eat, but usually hates to cook. He’ll mostly eat takeout until he actually has to eat a nutritious meal again for a change. It’s not that cooking is awful, it’s just that he hates doing the dishes. He’d be far more inclined if he didn’t have to do the dishes afterwards. If you take over dishes, he’ll definitely step up his game for the both of you.
All in all, König loves to eat. He’s a big man with a bigger appetite, as hard as that is to believe. Once he retires he has to learn to cut back a fair bit, but he never loses his taste for sweets and snacks. It’s just something you’ll have to learn to live with.
Now THIS is the Konig content I've been looking for
I got like an idea-
Have you seen those art trends where it’s like- “Us after pound town”?
The one recording is like covered in hickeys, bruises, bitemarks etc but is completely fine and eating their meal? Then they flip the camera and it’s the top who is like wrecked. Heavily panting, shaking, unable to eat their food.
Imagine that- but the 141 x reader 😂
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Reader: happily eating their meal like the 141 didn’t blow their back out less than an hour ago.
Price: all deep breathing and forced focus—pretends (and fails to hide) that his hand isn’t shaking every time it emerges from under the table.
Soap: hisses every time he tries to rest his back against the booth (it’s covered in scratches.)
Gaz: can’t pick up his silverware because his fingers and hands are sore from staying in the same position while bringing you orgasm after orgasm.
Ghost: winces every time he moves because his dick is sore from you milking every drop.
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Things you shouldn’t say around Task Force 141, unless you know how to deal with the consequences.
It’s a rare lazy day at the 141 HQ on base in Hereford.
Lazy for you, at the very least, due to an upcoming long holiday weekend and the blessing of being one if not the most efficient secretary around.
Days like this mean it’s time for some groundwork, cleaning up messes from the past weeks, and doing all the filing you’ve been procrastinating for longer than you’d like to admit.
But they also mean that either your boss or one of his men will approach you to ask for your lunch order at some point—more than happy to indulge in some much-needed downtime between training and paperwork.
While Captain Price sits behind his desk with you standing next to him, signing some documents for you, the other three men all lounge around the room like they don’t quite know what to do with themselves if no orders are given.
Kyle and Johnny manspreading on the leather couch in the corner, Simon is standing by the open window with his mask rucked up and a ciggy dangling between his gloved fingers.
“What about shawarma? Haven’t had tha’ in a while,” Kyle suggests, scrolling on his phone as he continues to look for restaurants and chip shops nearby.
Johnny groans next to him. “Aye, ’s good, but gives me the farts–” A loud smack. “Ow!” Your eyes flit up with furrowed brows, holding out another document to the captain.
“Bruh.” Kyle kisses his teeth snidely, shaking his head as he drops his hand again while Johnny rubs the rapidly flushing nape of his neck. “There’s a lady present, Soap.”
Simon snorts, flicking ash out of the window before taking another drag.
“Muppets,” Price mutters under his breath as he takes the next document from your hold.
Hello! I remembered this trend on TikTok where gfs would pick their bfs up and sit them on the counter. I was wondering how Mark and his variants would react to their normal civilian gf doing that to them (or attempting to—). It doesn’t have to be anything long! It can just be short descriptions (if you end up taking this request). 🙏
“Sit. Stay. Counter.”
Note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. This is the cutest, thirstiest, most deranged and adorable request you could’ve given me after the symphony of smut I've published.
Warnings: Possible, but minor war crime... Oh, and some sexual tension. (Everybody's a freak-bob cause I couldn't resist.) Special request at the end.
Synopsis: In which you, a mere civilian with either questionable upper body strength or pure audacity, attempt to lift various overpowered Viltrumite men and sit them on the kitchen counter like they’re your pretty little trophy husbands.
Mainstream Mark/Variants x Fem!Reader (could be GN, “she” is only mentioned in monologue moments.) WC: 2,585
𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 ☞ ♥•♥•♥•
Pairing: Main!Mark Grayson x f!Reader | Viltrumite!Mark x f!Reader | Sinister!Mark x f!Reader | No Goggles/Lensless!Mark x f!Reader | Omni!Mark x f!Reader | Shiesty!Mark x f!Reader | Mohawk!Mark x f!Reader
Warnings: Umm there’s a mention of Lensless making his dick jump LMAO but that’s it
Tags: Fluff, comedy, romance, just cute silliness – you get the vibe
Word Count: uhhh the whole thing’s 3,236 but each part for all the variants is between 350-650
Synopsis: It’s so nice to have a superhuman boyfriend who relishes in the idea of you being so weak and helpless, he does EVERYTHING for you. Except, also, sometimes it’s kind of annoying and you just want to do things on your own. So when he’s gone on a mission that’s supposed to last a few days? You plan to take FULL advantage. Only, he comes back sooner than expected…
a/n: man, sorry i’ve been dropping the ball on posting lately. i wasn’t lying when i said losing all my old shit really killed my motivation. BUT i’ve been going dumb reading this comic and bruhhh i’m SHOOK by some of the differences – i digress. i feel myself slowly getting back to my usual grind so pls hang in there with me lovies!!!!
also, Shiesty is DEFINITELY my fav from this series lmaoo
fig. 3. heart in flames; baptism by fire | John Price x Reader
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The universe hasn't seen fit to give Price a mate of his own. He'll have to take matters into his own hands.
or: the forced mating omegaverse au
tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Omegaverse, Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB Reader, Stalking, Kidnapping, Heavy Noncon/Dubcon Elements
His appetite is an arsenal all on its own.
It’s always been bigger than him, barrel-chested. All consuming. It’s the reason that John is where he is today, always chasing down something larger than himself. Greedy for what he can’t have. Ambitious to a fault. Promotions and titles and commendations and accolades; they’re all wrapped up in his psychology, into whatever it is about him that wants without end. Without satisfaction.
smaller!reader
thinking about how the more time you spend with john (price), the more you notice he's so much like a damn bear.
during winters, the time on leave he gets for christmas is predominantly spent snoring with you tucked under his arm. if you even attempt to get up, price'll groan and whine about how you can sleep in just a few spare minutes with him. once he's finally up and out of the tangle of blankets and sheets, he'll pester you about taking a nap on the living room couch with him.
or how he uses the door frames around the house to sate his constant need to itch his back. pressing the between of his shoulders to the trim, letting out little grunts that sound suspiciously close to a bears huffy growls as he rubs back and forth against the wood.
the man is also a brute. broad shoulders that roll like the hills of moors; a chest that flexes and softens with nearly every breath. when you press your hand to him, your nearly stunned that you two are the same species solely based on how he's built.
but most of all, his forests of hair on nearly every expanse of flesh. the downy fur that adorns his chest, or the dark blankets that wrap around his forearms like armored cuffs.
it's part of his charm, you suppose.
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Imagine celebrating Jimmy’s birthday for the first time! He’s probably not a big birthday person because all his childhood birthdays have been awful (except the ones he celebrated with Curly’s family), so he’s not expecting much when you two get together. But then he gets a knock at his door at 12 am on the dot and he goes to yell at whoever the fuck is at his door and he sees you with pizza and a homemade cake. He still yells at you for waking him up (“This couldn’t have happened in the morning??”) but he does have the pizza and cake with you (and he may or may not tear up when he takes a bite of the cake but you pretend not to notice)
Mouthwashing Jimmy x GN!Reader fluff
Jimmy is in that state of complete and utter relaxation in his bed, closer to sleep than not, when the knock comes at his front door. Ripped so unceremoniously from his sweet hypnagogia, he is washed over with irritation, but remains lying with his eyes closed, cursing silently, hoping the interloper will get the hint, maybe check the time and fuck off -
No dice. After a minute, right as his body begins to relax once more, the knock comes again, somewhat more insistent this time. Jimmy's anger swells as he whips the sheets off him, storming out of bed and cursing out loud this time as he stomps barefooted to the door. He doesn't bother with the peephole, it's been scratched to shit on the outside long before he even moved in, so he turns the deadbolt, and with his hand on the doorknob the knock sounds again. "Jesus fuck, I'm here," he seethes, and yanks the door open with the most withering expression he can muster on his face. "What-"
"Happy Birthday, Jimmy!!"
It's you. Standing there, in a glittering cone shaped party hat, face gleaming with toothy ecstatic joy, a burst of vibrant colour against the muted and musty background of his apartment building hallway. A low expression of annoyance escapes his throat as he turns his face to the ceiling, praying to a deity he knew wasn't there for strength...
hi if drabbles are open I beg you for rough sex with jimmmy
haihai!!! tw for cervix fucking and slight dubcon
He is going to kill you.
The headboard thunk, thunk, thunks against the wall and you really think you’re going to die.
Please, PLEASE Tulpar crew x a very shy/introverted reader who is like crushing on the crew really hard but way too shy and embarrassed to tell them but like the crew starts to slowly catch on to them and the way they act different around them. Also I don't mean the crew as a whole I mean the separate characters 😭🙏🏽
ask and u shall receive 😈
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OH GOD, YOU CAN TELL?
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Captain Curly
-oh.. curly knew from the moment you laid eyes on him that you had the biggest crush on him.
-there is no slow realization.
-not at all oblivious to it.
-everytime your eyes would seemingly uncontrollably and totally unconsciously drift to him he would try to meet your gaze with a friendly, boyish smirk.
-does that happen? HELL NAH. you are much too shy to even look the captain in the eye.
-your little heart almost beats out of your chest at any interaction. little or big.
-"Hey, just the person I needed to see. I have a little favor to ask you."
-oh god. suddenly words seem hard to pronounce and the entirety of the english language is no where to be seen.
-after a few weeks, curly would definitely find this endearing.
-i feel like since curly is so outgoing, he would be very intrigued by someone who is the complete opposite.
-curly wouldn't act much different when it comes to you, due to maintaining professionalism as his role as captain.
-he may due small acts like making a cake simply to indulge in your sweet-tooth that he somehow knew about you.
-"oh, we just had extra packets of sugar. i just thought id bake something. you like cake right?"
-cheeky motherfucker.
Intern Daisuke
-dude is so so so oblivious even though you make it perfectly clear...
-you could be making like.. making out with the guy and he'd be like,
-"yoo, we are literally besties right?"
-deadass, he prolly had no idea you liked him for weeks.
-you could be laughing extra loud at his jokes then realize ur laughing too loud, look at him while he isn't looking at you, sneak an extra sweetener packet on his bed when he isn't around,,,,
-his ass still is clueless.
-it takes either curly or swansea's help to realize that you had a massive crush on him but were just to shy to say something.
-once he realizes, he is now all over you and following you around like a lost puppy. not nonchalant at ALL.
-literally tries to pick up the polle statue to show his 'guns' but the statue moves only an inch..
-now he is hyper aware of your actions and reactions, he finds your shyness just SO CUTE WTFFF.
-compliments you to see what you would do.
-"man, have you always been this hot or is it just the sweetener talking?"
-runs away.....
-would steal sweetener packets just for you two to share :)
Nurse Anya
-i feel like she notices how different you act around her, but she just thinks its because you two are good friends.
-she never assumes anything, just her friend being friendly.
-even though you sometimes make it unintentionally obvious..
-like this one time you recommend her a book from your quarters library and her fingers lightly grazed yours reaching for it.
-oh shit. her soft hands touched yours. oh god what does a normal person do in this situation??
-"thank you for the-oh... book."
-well, they don't smile awkwardly, sweat pouring down their face and leave in a hurry with the book still in their hand.
-anya isn't stupid or completely oblivious by any means. she definitely knew from this encounter of your little crush on her.
-she is quite flattered honestly. someone so similar to her truly likes her?
-when she fully processes this information, she is very subtle with how she shows her affection back.
-during check-ups, she sometimes gives you a treat from one of her desk drawers for being a good patient.
-other times she lets you join her late at night in the lounge to just look at the pretty night time screen.
-"this makes me miss home. it's so beautiful."
-you'd look over at her and her eyes are not on the screen, far from it actually.
-her eyes are on you.
-so this is what a heart attack feels like..
Mechanic Swansea
-unpopular hot-take, swansea is actually a dilf and he often has younger men/women confess their feelings to him.
-so because of that headcanon, swansea definitely knows how you feel from the first time y'all met.
-your eyes would subconsciously peek at his open shirt revealing his chest. suspiciously, whenever he would look back, you quickly turn away shyly...
-he immediately thinks he is way to old for this shit. he just got out of a divorce and prolly never wanted to try again. especially with someone younger.
-"what is with this damn younger generation with old people.."
-he tries to avoid you even though you two are co-workers and.. work together. on the same ship.
-as weeks go by, your shyness starts to grow on this grumpy man. he... he thinks it's endearing in a sense..
-he rather likes how reserved you are, and how are aren't as loudmouthed as daisuke.
-he won't act much different to you, but according to the rest of the crew it is obvious.
-swansea leaves little sticky notes reminding you to eat or sleep because lets be honest.. you are quite neglectful, and the sticky note quotes,,
-"..the crew doesn't need you passin' out while doin' your job. so eat or i will make you."
-swansea is also much more soft-spoken with you than anyone else.
-he has never raised his voice or spoken down on you. his usual brashness and snarky remarks are now toned down (but not entirely) around you.
-"hey. i didn't say you had to leave, did i? stop puttin' words in my damn mouth and sit."
Co-captain Jimmy
-jimmy prolly doesn't even acknowledge you at first.
-you could be looking at him, thinking he doesn't know that your eyes are skimming over his face and body.
-oh but jimmy.. he does know,,, but he never shows that he does.
-he likes the attention on him. your eyes looking him over when she doesn't even know that he is soaking it up.
-im sorry but he definitely gets off to the fact that you are shy and get flustered easily.
-he loves how malleable and submissive you are due to your shyness. and he uses it to his advantage.
-he shows his affection strongly after he knows your crush.like sometimes he would purposefully follow you places and when you turn around he'd be like..
-"do you mind? you're in my way.."
-i feel like he wouldn't know how to properly express his feelings so he would be kind of unnecessarily mean and cruel.
-and after he would be mean he would be nice and extra affectionate so you would still like him.
-like you could be working on something and is critical about your work.
-"are you serious? tsk.. move, since you clearly cannot perform a basic task."
-then later he's like..
-"im glad someone on this ship is helpful, like you."
-basically, he purposefully plays with your feelings to get you to confess bc i feel like he likes when women come to him.....
Don’t Close Your Eyes Yet
Summary: From the first moment he laid his eyes on you at the fairgrounds, Jack knew he needed you. So going about it the only way he knew how, he began to give you dreams of him, preparing you for the night he would eventually take you himself.
Characters: Laughing Jack x Female Reader
SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI
TW: Obsession, stalking, somnophilia, non-con, clawing, biting, size difference, vaginal, creampie, cunnilingus, desperation, Jack doesn’t take no for an answer, dream manipulation, kidnapping, begging, Jack is very talkative
Words: 5.2k
A/N: Did I make LJ a yandere accidentally? Yes. Just roll with it lol
To him, he had never seen something more beautiful.