#fc6 fanfiction

[xthescarletbitch]

a night in segunda || dani rojas x reader

sfw, but i still prefer no minors (curse words are involved)

cw: gn!reader, fluff, alcohol, kissing while intoxicated

word count: 1500+

author's note: this is absolutely not proofread. i wrote this shit in two hours and it was originally going to be smut, but i realised that’s all i’ve ever written. i wanted to switch it up a little! i hope you enjoy my cringe and fluffy dani. ♡

“fuckin’...,” bicho raises a cerveza at you and dani. “get your liver ready, we’re going to put that little guy through the ringer.” he then puts the bottle to his lips and chugs the entire thing in one breath. when he finishes, he looks to you and dani. you glance at dani, trying to gauge a response to give to bicho. you’re met with a shrug as she grabs a bottle nearby. she tips the bottle over her mouth and is met with disappointment when nothing comes out.

“oh yeah…” bicho mutters as he turns to dani and her empty bottle. “can you get some more?” he asks as a burp follows. you look around to decide where to look. as if reading your mind, dani turns to you and points behind you.

“isn’t there a bar nearby? we could try there.” she suggests, walking closer towards you. you nod and look back at bicho, who is eyeing the inside of a bottle, as if hoping more would magically appear.

you and dani set off to a nearby bar that is filled with soldados. you both look at each other and smile. dani senses chaos that can ensue, but you shut her down quickly. “we need to be smart about this or every soldado in segunda will be on our asses.”

thankfully, the drunk soldados are busy having the time of their lives – barfing into bushes and dancing in front of the stage. a large crate of cervezas on a table catches your eye and you quickly scope your surroundings to ensure it is a safe grab. the soldados seem incredibly distracted, which makes it seem like an easy task. dani sneaks in and grabs the crate with a quickness before hurrying back to you. she crouches next to you and shows you her haul. just as she is about to pop open a bottle, a soldado notices his sustenance missing. he looks around, alarmed, then promptly shrugs it off. you guess he didn’t care about it all that much. you and dani chuckle, each grabbing a bottle to get a little pre-gaming in before returning to bicho. you clink your bottles together and tilt your heads back, taking the beverages in.

a few drinks later, you and dani are laying in the grass as bicho snoozes on a nearby bench. you feel dani’s eyes on you as you continue to look up at the sky. you are waiting for her to say something, but nothing comes out. you finally smirk and look back at her. she returns a smile right back, remaining quiet. you raise an eyebrow to prompt her to finally say what she’s thinking about.

“has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look?” dani asks, surprisingly without slurring. you become flustered at the sentiment as her green eyes continue to pierce through your own. she takes her hand and places it on top of yours, gently massaging the spot. 

“you’re just drunk,” you giggle. her eyes still don’t leave your embarrassed face. what is she thinking about? you become increasingly aware of her hands on yours and break eye contact to look down. noticing this, she intertwined her fingers with yours.

“come with me.” she utters as she rises from her position. you ponder on what her intentions may be, but ultimately decide to follow her. she hasn’t led you astray before, and the way she’s looking at you tells you that she doesn’t plan to anytime soon. her hand is back in yours as she gently drags you along. you pass various billboards advertising the beauty of being a true yaran. you mentally cringe, but are relieved to see neighboring boards with dani’s signage. 

eventually, you and dani reach an alley that is dark and quiet. “you’re not planning to kill me, are you?” you ask jokingly. you look around and notice an orange ladder nearby, followed by multiple blue clothes placed strategically to highlight a path for guerrillas like you. 

dani chuckles at your question. “of course not,” she promises and motions towards the ladder you noticed before. “i just want to show you something.”

you walk over to the ladder and notice it is a bit higher than you’re able to reach. “here,” dani vocalises as she gets down on her knees. not a bad sight. “i got you.” she holds her hand out and allows you to step on it in order to reach the ladder above you. you grab the ladder and it falls quickly, nearly knocking you down. dani catches you just in time and ensures you are okay.

“so,” you trail off, catching her eye again. “who’s going first?” you look up at the obstacle before you. it seems like it’ll be a fun game – amplified by the fact that you are both tipsy. as if reading your mind, dani jumps up the ladder and looks down at you. 

“i’ll race you.” she smirks, walking across the platform to reach the next hurdle.

“you’re on!” you shout as you follow her lead. she purposely slows down to allow you to catch up. she dramatically fakes an injury and gives way for you to take first place. “come on, dani. it’s no fun if you let me win.”

she looks at you with that beautiful smirk again and shrugs. she goes back to her normal pace and you both fight for the first place spot. eventually, you reach the last obstacle and arrive at the top of a church. you look back at dani, smiling in a way that says “i won!”

you realise how beautiful the night sky looks from up here, as well as the lit buildings down in the city. it is such an amazing view… 

“well, you won,” dani states, coming up from behind you. she is now right beside you and you feel your body flush.

“what do i win? you tease, nudging her shoulder. she looks at you out of the corner of her eye with her signature shit-eating grin. you hate when she does this… when she elongates periods of silence by simply smiling, leaving much to your imagination. it feels like forever before she finally turns to face you, her face illuminated by the moonlight. she looks incredibly gorgeous in this moment.

“this.” she comments, placing your face in her hands. she takes a moment to admire your beauty, looking from your eyes to your lips. you do the same, admiring her bright green eyes and lips. is this really happening? is she teasing you? you have always had a tiny crush on the guerrilla, but always pushed it to the back of your mind. she was too busy for something like this, right? with the revolution, liberating zones, with –

dani cuts off your thoughts by pressing her soft lips onto yours. you let out a slight moan into the kiss and wrap your arms around her neck. she places her hands on your hips and pulse you closer to her, your bodies emanating warmth. her tongue finds its way into your mouth and wrestles with your own. you can taste the faint traces of cerveza as your tongues conduct their own little symphony. you finally break away from the kiss, gasping for air, as she does the same. you can’t help but place your gaze back on her lips.

“what was that for?” you hardly manage to get out. you feel your face on fire as she looks down at your kiss-bitten lips and back at your eyes.

“i’ve just,” she began, starting to feel the embarrassment of what she has just done. she never would have had the courage to do this sober. “you have no idea how long i have wanted to do that.” she rubs the back of her neck with her hand and looks down at her shoes. her face is now breaking out into a shade you’ve never seen before. it’s kind of adorable, you think to yourself.

you smile and place your hand on her chin, tilting her head to meet your gaze. “so have i.” you share. her mouth breaks back into a smile at your words. suddenly, you hear a familiar voice down below. fuck. you forgot about bicho.

“i kn-knew it,” he says in between hiccups. “fucki- fucking finally.” he finally spits out, looking up at you both. he raises a bottle of cerveza to you both once again. was your adoration for your fellow guerrilla really that obvious that bicho picked up on it?

dani turns her attention back to you and surprises you with another kiss. to your disappointment, the kiss is shorter than the last. “don’t worry, cariño. we will be doing that a lot more often.” and just like that, she’s making her way back down the guerrilla path and back to bicho. good call, you think. he needs to sober up.

you make your way back down the path and meet back up with them. bicho leads you both to a nearby dance floor and you dance the night away. who would’ve known that a few drinks was all it would take to bring you both together?

[lulu2992]

Hi! I had a question. In multiple audios and even in game, there’s a pattern that John is fixated on pain and even women’s pain (Joey, Mary May, and the young woman he mentioned in the collapse that he killed after a night out because of anger) and even he was being a big creep when Mary May saw him for the first time (she was 16-17 wasn’t she), “eyeing her like a piece of meat”. If you can believe the ages given to us, he’s clearly much older than Mary May, and the cults been there for 9-10 years, she’d have to be minor.

My question is, why do you think the fandom and people dismiss his violent urges toward women and he was fixated on minor but still demonize Joseph when John was clearly unhinged on his own?

Sorry if its all wordy and all over the place, I just love your takes and respect your thoughts!

Hi! And thank you very much for your appreciation :)

We know John has a fixation with pain because of the “freeing” experience he explains he had when he was young, and he hurts people for this reason, but I really don’t think he enjoys inflicting it on women specifically. It’s probably a coincidence that Hudson is a woman and was sent to him instead of Jacob or Faith. The game never suggests that he would have treated Pratt or Burke differently if they had been placed in his “care” instead.

Someone in Far Cry 5 says John is “obsessed with the people in Fall’s End, and with Mary May in particular”, but nothing clearly indicates it’s because she’s a woman. The way I see it, it’s because the Resistance is strong in Fall’s End and Mary May is one of its “three biggest pillars”, as John himself wrote. Evidence shows he’s also “obsessed” with Jerome and Nick for the same reason: they keep resisting and fighting back. Mary May is stubborn, refuses to sell her business to Eden’s Gate, continues to serve alcohol, and essentially keeps saying “no” to John, so I think that explains why he has taken an interest in her. By the way, during the Deputy’s Atonement, even though Mary May is there, John mostly focuses on hurting Nick and Jerome instead, so it doesn’t look like he prefers torturing women to me.

And we’re not sure how old Mary May is, actually. The only official age we have for her is revealed in Far Cry Absolution: 30 years old. I know the Wiki says she was born in 1993 (so 25 years old in 2018) but I think that sounds young… For what it’s worth, Tasya Teles, who played Mary May in Far Cry 5, was born in 1985. And in the novel, John is said to be about 40, which makes much more sense, mathematically speaking, than his age on the Wiki (32 years old). When the Deputy arrives in Hope County, Eden’s Gate has been there for at least 9 years (since August 2009), so if John visited the Spread Eagle in 2009 and the age provided in Absolution is accurate, Mary May was about 21 at the time.

As for the woman John supposedly murdered before Joseph found him… like every new piece of information “revealed” in the Far Cry 6 Season Pass, I think it should be taken with a huge grain of salt. The incident was never mentioned anywhere else before, and while there’s no denying that John is capable of violence and murder, I don’t think him losing control and killing someone while he was working as a lawyer makes sense. According to The Book of Joseph, John Duncan’s anger was strong but it was also “suppressed”, so I doubt he would have physically assaulted anyone at that time. He was “full of rage” but apparently never let it out when he was still “society’s very model of success”.

So I don’t think the fandom ignores that John enjoys making women suffer, thought 16-year-old Mary May looked sexy, and murdered one of his lovers out of anger because these “facts” are all conjectures in the first place! If many people never mention those things about him, I think it’s simply because they know they’re not really canon and mostly come from the fan-created Wiki (which was also used as a source of information by Collapse’s writers). It’s undeniably canon that John is violent and obsessed with pain, but it’s not that he likes to inflict it on women specifically or that he committed murder as John Duncan, and Mary May being only 25 was never officially confirmed, either…

It’s true, however, that people tend to demonize Joseph more than his siblings and blame him for the bad things they do. He’s not innocent, of course, but John, Jacob, and Faith already had a lot of personal issues before they became his Heralds, and I disagree with those who say that they would have been better off without him. Things would have been different, yes, and maybe the cult wouldn’t have existed, but I don’t think their lives would have been better. In my opinion, they would all just have died sooner (and in poorer mental health)… In John’s case, considering he was on a self-destructive path and desperately trying to fill the void inside him, I believe he would have let “John Duncan” consume him completely and ended up drowning in his excesses.

So I agree with you when you say that John already was “unhinged on his own”, in a way, and that Joseph is often blamed for everything, even what he didn’t do. However, I wouldn’t say that the fandom dismisses the other things you mentioned because they’re not facts, just fan theories and interpretations not everybody likes or agrees with.

[broken-balance-baby]

forgotten idols and their intertwined destinies (chapter 2)

Chapters: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26

Luz De Sol

Bhadra left the homestead early in the morning. Her travel to Banapur was quicker than she’d expected, but nothing had prepared her for the breezy breath of the heights they were in, the simplicity of its terraces and the village that once used to be her home.

Though she’s glad it isn’t anymore.

Swallowing away the sick feeling of nostalgia, she spotted the familiar color palette from yesterday— there stood another one of Modern Shangri-La’s soldiers, by the stairs. She approached the girl.

“Modern Shangri-La?” Bhadra asked. The girl’s eyes widened, mouth curved into a grin.

“Sakshi! Come, you have to follow me.” she said, strapping her rifle to her back. She led the way to an ATV, their path travelling down the mountain and into the main roads, but to Bhadra she realized this path was more foreign than she had remembered. Following the slope,  the road slowly curved from dirt into the grass, meeting with a stone wall.

As Bhadra followed the girl up with a grappling hook in hand, a cave system within the mountain became visible. Upon closer inspection, the cave was only small, but that wasn’t the end of it. The soldier used her grappling hook, throwing it to a ring attached to the stone ceiling, gesturing for Bhadra to follow.

Light came into view on the other end, and Bhadra’s eyes widened, realizing that what was before her was a built-in camp full of soldiers, training and fighting in the dark, illuminated only by candles and torches that were banned long ago. As she hopped down from the rope, the girl lead her to a man watching the others train, three make-shift straps tied to his uniform. As he turned his head, despite it being dark, it was easy to see that the man had shorter cropped curly hair. The hair at his back was long and tied into a loose braid, hanging over his shoulder. His eyes were lined with mascara and eyeliner, making his eyes seem bigger. Unlike the others, his shirt had been unbuttoned down to the chest, and the high waisted line of his pants were shown.

He looked rugged, really, but he was cheerful. The girl had left Bhadra for awhile now, and so the man had approached her instead.

“Sakshi Bal, correct?” he held his arm out, and Bhadra had mirrored his movement, gripping by the forearm, then letting go.

“Yes. You are…?”

“The leader of Modern Shangri-La. I am Adhrit. It’s an honor to meet you, sister.”

Bhadra smiled. “An honor to meet you too. I’m impressed with the work you’re doing here.”

Adhrit sighed, “It could always be better. We found that the caves of long ago tribesmen would have been useful to us as base camps. Pagan Min would have been searching high and low for us if we were out there.”

Bhadra bit back the need to say that it was actually Ajay who would be looking for them. This new generation, considering Adhrit’s young face and this revolution being full of young enough faces to make Bhadra feel old at 32— they probably wouldn’t even remember Ajay Ghale. To them, he disappeared from the face of Kyrat, never to return, plundering the country back into the chaos that it had been in for decades.

“I know,” she replied, “I grew up during the Golden Path’s time, you know.”

“As did I. My father was a soldier under Sabal.” he said. “Things weren’t the same when the Tarun Matara died; many of his people perished, so did he.”

“Well… Do you aspire to be like him? Sabal, I mean.” Bhadra asked. She had to know this early. Adhrit gave her a puzzled look, then he smiled and shook his head.

“I simply want to free Kyrat off its shackles.”

She chuckled, “Good.”

“Adhrit!” One of the soldiers called. Both their heads whipped to where the call was, followed by another who carried a flashlight from behind. “We caught sight of the new soldiers heading south of Meh Teh Airport!”

“Have you laid out the mines?” Adhrit asked, moving past Bhadra to lead the way for the rest of the soldiers. Bhadra followed after him.

“Yes! We need someone to get there to set off the first one.”

“I’ll do it.” Bhadra interrupted, standing between the soldiers and Adhrit.

“Sakshi, be careful.” He said, glancing down to where her belt was. “We’ll be tracking you with your radio so we can find you for your getaway.”

Bhadra nodded. Climbing up the rope and running outside, she saw the nearest pathway to Meh Teh Airport and spotted a car, making a run for it and driving all the way south of the field.

As she noticed the growing cluster of soldiers in the airport, her heart began to pound a little faster at the notion that this was going to be the biggest group she’s handled in awhile.

“Sakshi!”

Though at least she wasn’t alone. She pulled her radio out.

“I’m here, I’m here!”

“How close are you?”

Bhadra moved behind a bush, crouching down. “Close enough to count the trucks. I see 4, 5, 7, 9 of them. Is that going to be enough?”

“Yes! Throw a rock at the first mine that you see on your left, it won’t set off a chain but it will catch their attention.”

Bhadra took a peek, staring into the plains before reaching out for the heaviest rock in her vicinity. She threw it to the glint of white she spotted, and just like that, the bomb had gone off, alerting the soldiers nearby.

“Sakshi, you’re going to need to find a rope somewhere close by. When you do, don’t touch it.”

“Hey— who’s there!” A voice shouted from afar. Bhadra covered her radio and tucked it back into her belt, moving to the next bush in the foliage as the truck had driven over to where the mines were.

Find the rope, but don’t touch it.

Bhadra clenched her jaw. Taking out her knife to prepare, though, a rustle in the trees caught her off guard, making her look up to find the rope that went into a downward angle, digging into the dirt. She realized what exactly it was going to do. The other end of the rope was what she couldn’t see, but as soon as the car rolled into the field with several others, it exploded.

Bhadra scrambled away, avoiding the shrapnel that would come her way.

“—kshi—Sakshi!” The radio cried out.

“Adhrit?!” she shouted, sliding down the hill.

“We heard the explosion! Get ready to find the road, we’re coming to get you!”

A car pulled up. She was about to hit the passenger’s seat until gunfire was heard, and suddenly the driver in the seat was shot dead. Bhadra cursed, kicking the body out of the car and moving into the seat, stomping on the pedal.

The car went as fast as it could, bolting through the roads with Bhadra’s recklessness. The shooters from before were following her, but all she could make out was the familiar sight of a fortress nearby and a lake.

Then another car came into view. She stomped on the brake, only for the car to hit something along the way and causing it to take off from the road, meeting eyes with a man with long hair and a uniform that screamed general—

And landing hood first into the water.

For once, Bhadra was lucky to not wear a seatbelt. She kicked open the door, scrambling upwards to the surface. As she swam towards the shore the cars were already rolling up, and the same man from earlier had come to her. As soon as Bhadra was about to open her mouth, though, a kick to the head sent her vision into black.

[dollsbite]

☆. . . before the storm

ft. antón castillo + fem! reader, diego castillo and reader (platonic)

warning: hints of a toxic relationship, canon-typical violence, antón basically comes with his own warning lmao

despite the golden warmth of the setting sun peeking through the windows of the capitol building, a storm was slowly brewing.

you and your son sat in your husband's office. he was having a meeting with his most valued general in the conference room across from you, discussing their approach to combat the rioters in esperanza. it was a normal routine for you to gaze outside of the windows once the sun began to set, however, the crown city was in utter chaos: the demonstrators were anything but peaceful as they clashed with antón's forces, fighting tooth and nail. how could you enjoy the beauty of the sky as esperanza burned? the smoke tainted the scenery you loved so much. maybe this served as a morbid reminder that the man you'd married was at the center of this destruction.

"it looks amazing, mijo. you're so talented," you watched contently as diego applied the finishing touches to the model car he built - a blue 1956 beaumont valentina. though he wasn't your biological son (the tabloids pointed in the direction of the minister of culture), you cherished diego like he was your own, something that surprised you as your bond strengthened: the idea of being a mother never crossed your mind, you hadn't even thought of marriage.

diego tore his attention from his car to focus on you, pulling one earphone out as he smiled, "thank you, mamá."

"no need to thank me, i'm just telling you the truth," you grinned.

you allowed the boy to return to his project, turning your attention towards the book in your hand. you weren't enjoying the story, however; you had a hard time grasping the storyline as you were more worried about the violent protests occurring outside of the torre de león. a part of you was glad that diego was preoccupied, that he didn't have to hear the horrors happening outside. the other wished he'd listen to the screams, realizing how truly awful his father was.

the grand doors opened and your husband walked in. his presence was heavy, much to the point that you didn't even need to look up to know who it was. perfectly shined shoes stopped behind your son's chair.

"it's beautiful, mijo," antón's voice drew diego away from placing the mirrors on the car. diego stopped tapping his foot to the rhythm of his music, taking off both of his headphones to talk to his father,

"perfect," antón continued his praise, "but useless."

you frowned at his unnecessary comment, placing the book aside. you wished antón would just compliment diego instead of always having to shoot him down, to tear down his self-esteem only to build it back up. you wanted nothing more than for antón to stay in that meeting for a few more hours, allowing diego to just be a kid.

antón didn't acknowledge you as he sat down in the empty chair beside his son, "i have something for you, diego. give me your hands."

diego curiously held out his two hands, his father placing his own larger hands into his son's. antón dropped a heavy object into the palms of diego's hands, pulling away to reveal a grenade.

"papa - " diego retracted, noticeably tense at the sight of the explosive.

"antón, no. diego's gonna hurt himself," your protests went unheard as your husband continued,

"now, there is four basic parts: the shell, which contains the explosive. the fuze, the handle," antón pointed to each part, "and of course, the pin."

antón lingered on the pin before he pulled it out. the metallic ring rattled in your ears as you stood up in horror.

"what are you doing?" diego panicked as his father wrapped his hands around the startled boy's.

"breathe, diego. breathe. the pin simply holds the handle in place; it is only when you let go that this grenade goes boom," antón explained, too calmly for someone with an active grenade in front of him as he gestured his hands in the motion of an explosion.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" your furious voice cut through the tense air as you watched the sweat practically drip from your son's forehead.

"nothing is wrong, mi amor," his voice was cold and authoritative, devoid of any tenderness as he gazed at you with a deep frown. those sharp eyes lingered on you as if waiting for your response; almost urging you to speak up against him again.

you held your tongue, choosing to glare at your husband in disapproval.

antón stood up from his seat, "follow me,"

diego gulped, staring down at the grenade.

"now," your husband ordered.

with no other choice, you and diego followed in antón's footsteps. the journey to the top of the torre de león was short, however, it felt like an eternity. you could easily hear diego's heavy breathing as he trailed behind his father, clutching the grenade tightly. in an attempt to soothe him, you placed a hand on his shoulder, to let him know that you were right behind him and you weren't leaving anytime soon.

"i am el presidente, which means that someday, you will be el presidente and our people, they do not know how to be happy," your husband rambled, "they are torn apart by opinions, noise, indecision; strangled by their own freedoms."

you offered one of the guards a painful smile as you strutted past. your son still held the grenade firmly in his hands as he moped, the sweat forming on his forehead noticeably dampening his hair. he grimaced once he placed his feet on the first step of the staircase. your own hands were growing clammy, nails digging uncomfortably into your palms.

"and even if you have love in your heart, even if you want what's best for them, if you only want to save them from themselves," the masked, heavily armed guards saluted you when you made it up the entrance to the roof. antón opened the door to the roof, the sudden harsh light blinding.

"they will hate you, diego. whatever you say, do, believe, will be wrong," your husband explained bluntly.

with his attention fixed on the explosive in his hands, diego's foot became caught in a stray wire, causing the horrified boy to stumble. you quickly reached out to steady him, arms wrapped around his waist as you stared at him with widened, frightened eyes. your son nodded stiffly in appreciation, throat dry.

your husband, still not meeting your eye once, retrieved a cigar from his crisp, white suit. he pulled the roll of tobacco to his lips, lighting it and inhaling a long drag of smoke. a cloud of grey drifted from his lips.

"they will answer your screams," antón held a hand out to diego to join him at the edge of the roof. you reached out briefly to keep him close to you but to no avail, "call you evil. a monster."

with nothing more to do, you wrapped your arms around yourself, staring over the ledge to witness the demolition below. your efforts proved fruitless because they always did: you knew, deep down, that you were nothing more than a doll to stand at your husband's side, to smile and look pretty as he tainted yara's very core and poisoned your impressionable son with his measly propaganda. you were a helpless rabbit trapped in a wolf's den, doomed to perish under his rule.

there were a few protestors that were surrendering, their arms folded behind their head as they gave into yara's special forces, most likely succumbing to exhaustion.

"they will give you this," antón pulled the grenade closer to diego's eyes, revealing a crudely written message on its back:

muerte a castillo.

"so you tell me," antón's voice become grave, "are you, mijo? are you. . . a monster?" diego shook his head at his father's words just as a protestor tossed a firey molotov cocktail into the window of a vacant car.

"because our country is like this grenade except it has two basic parts: our people," antón motioned to the unruly crowd, "and you," he placed a hand on the boy's chest. diego closed his eyes and breathed in deeply at his father's words, "and you must clutch them nice and tight or we all go boom."

"do you understand now? prove it." antón urged the boy forwards, the grenade held high.

no, you couldn't let this happen. you couldn't let your son become a cold-hearted monster, driven by antón's own sick, twisted delusions of paradise. yet, you cowered behind him, not daring to stop him. maybe you were just as pathetic as your husband.

the shrill screams of your people echoed in your mind and your heart sunk, knowing that diego had dropped the grenade. some scrambled to their feet but you knew their efforts were in vain. you quickly averted your eyes just seconds before the blast went off. it was an action that you felt great shame for, the savage voice in your head hissing at you, reprimanding you for not saving them.

you knew their blood was on your hands. your mind raced but just as own blood trickled from your cut palms, you realized what you had to do:

get the hell of yara and never look back.

[levithestripper]

Love That Philly Magic

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✩ Warnings: male! dani rojas ✩

✩ Relationships: Rarzaga (Dani Rojas/Philly Barzaga) ✩

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✩ A/N: me and caleb can’t shut up ab fc6 and how gay everyone is in it so this happened. i got the prompts from this list! prompts: “how mad would you be if i kissed you?” ✩

“Find a bit of Philly magic, huh?” Dani groans to himself as he unmounts his horse, the sunflower embroidered saddle shining in the setting sunlight. “How the hell am I supposed to find ‘Philly magic’ in an abandoned croc farm?” He hitches his horse to a post, petting her neck to help soothe her.

The croc farm was abandoned, save for the crocodiles still living there. A few thatch-roofed huts line the edges of the property, most having wooden decks that connect them together. In the middle was a big concrete house covered in graffiti. The building looks like it was used as a restaurant at one time if the awning and bar cut out in the wall are any indications. There are crocodile decorations everywhere. Giant mascot statues, paintings, stuffed animals, pools, you name it, they have it.

Dani’s phone buzzes with an incoming phone call from Philly. “Heyyy, hero! When you get to the farm, look for a croc helmet!”

“A croc helmet?”

“Yeah! I need a croc helmet to make Philly magic, baby! Sending you a picture, buena suerte!” The line clicks, ending the call. Dani’s phone buzzes again immediately after, signaling the picture Philly sent came through. He looks at the message before shoving his phone in his back pocket.

He pets his horse’s mane again, kissing her nose before he leaves. “I won’t be long, girl.” Dani digs around in his pocket for a sugar cube, feeding her one, getting a happy neigh in response.

It didn’t take long for Dani to find the helmet and ride back to Susurro Caves before the sun set on the flat plains of Lozania. Liberating the oil platform was easy; shooting a few people is never too hard. Dani hastily dialed Philly’s number while he rode back, giving him a heads up before he got there. At some point in their conversation, Philly said he loved him. Realistically, Dani knows Philly didn’t mean it like that, but a small part of him wishes he did. But there’s no time for him to dwell on that now.

He hitches his horse just outside the cave, just far enough away to keep her safe in case everything went to shit. Dani gathers all of Philly’s things in his arms, carefully dumping it all onto the workbench with a loud thud. “Philly!” he calls out, his voice echoing throughout the hideout.

“Yeah, hero?” Philly replies from above, tearing himself away from whatever he was doing.

Dani looks up at him, watching as Philly climbs down the ladder to greet him with an excited laugh. A small, remotely detonated bomb is duck-taped to Daisy’s side. “Why is Daisy wearing an I.E.D?”

“Sometimes we have to hurt the ones we love, hero.” Philly inspects the circuit boards dumped on his workbench, dodging the question. “I would never hurt you though, don’t worry,” he says with a wry smile, giving Dani the side-eye.

He crosses his arms over his chest, head tilting to the side as he mirrored Philly’s smirk. “Oh yeah? But you have no problem sending me into one of Castillo’s FND bases to get you something?”

“Did you get hurt, hero?”

“Well, no—”

He leans down to rest his elbow against the tabletop, his hand hanging off the side. Philly licks his lips and cuts Dani off. “Then I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His dark brown eyes flit back ‘n forth, not so subtly looking Dani up and down like a predator does its prey. “Thank you for the circuits, hero. Perfect condition, just like I asked for.”

Dani does his best not to grow flustered, doing a semi-good job at it. “No problem, Philly.” This time, it was his turn to drink in Philly’s form like a tall glass of water. The hat he always wore is half on his head, crooked from the flashlight behind his ear, but still backwards as usual. His oil-stained tank top is untucked, riding up his side to show off the equally greasy dark skin underneath. To top it all off, Dani could see just how low Philly’s jeans sat on his hips. The waistband of Philly’s boxers peaked out, intent on making Dani even more flustered than he already is. A hand waves in his face to get his attention, pulling him out from the comfort of thoughts.

“You okay up there, hero? You spaced out on me for a bit, amigo,” he asks, the wry smirk on his face spreading to one of his signature conniving grins.

Dani shakes his head, bringing himself back into reality. “What? Huh? Oh, what were you saying?”

Philly laughs softly to himself, shaking his head. “Nothing, nothing. You’re cute when you zone out, is all,” he hums, standing back up.

“But how is that cute? Why would you even find me cute?” Dani sputters.

He rolls his eyes, slowly creeping towards Dani more and more. “Your face gets all flushed, hero. It’s cute.” His head tilts to the side, the smile still plastered to his face. “You don’t think you’re cute, hero?”

This time, Dani truly sputters over Philly’s words. Is he daydreaming? Is this a dream? He has to be dreaming; this can’t be possible. How is it possible that Philly is hitting on him?! He is hitting on him, isn’t he? Someone pinch him. “Well, I��you know!” he groans, “That’s not fair! You—You’re confusing me!” Dani averts his gaze from Philly’s prying eyes, a very, very subtle blush dusting his cheeks.

“I’m confusing you? How so, hero?” Philly teases. He barely presses himself against Dani’s chest, just enough to tease him. “You not used to people finding you attractive?”

Dani doesn’t trust himself enough to speak, nodding instead. “Mhmm.”

Philly’s slim—but muscular—arms drape themselves on Dani’s shoulders, successfully pulling their chests flush to one another. “Sooo, hero,” he hums. “How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?” He fiddles with his fingers nervously.

“I wouldn’t be mad.” Dani’s eyes are already half-closed, glancing back and forth between Philly’s lips and eyes. “I’d really like it if you kissed me.”

Philly bites his bottom lip. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he whispers, the blush across his cheeks slowly becoming more and more prominent. “I’d really, really like it if you kissed me, Philly.”

Philly’s hands come up to hold the back of Dani’s head, thumbs right in front of his ears. He kisses Dani softly, his thumbs stroking his high cheekbones. The kiss is gentle, lips barely moving against each other. It ends just as quickly as it started, but Dani promptly presses their lips together again, not wanting the experience to end just yet. Strong arms wrap around Philly’s waist, slotting their hips together.

Time seems to stand still, freezing in place. Nothing in the world could be this important, this wonderful. Neither man dares to take it further, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment with something better when saved for later. One of Philly’s hands drops to cup Dani’s neck, the other moving to hold the guerrilla’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. The kiss ends naturally, both of them resting against one another’s foreheads. “That was nice, hero,” he whispers. “You’re a good kisser.”

“You’re good at it too, Philly” Dani smiles at him before hugging him tightly. “Y’Know, I always sorta hoped that you…” he hesitates momentarily, “…that you swung both ways.”

Now, it was Philly’s turn to grow flustered. He doesn’t blush like Dani does, his ears burning instead. “Yeah? Surprised you couldn’t tell; I thought I made it obvious. I've always thought you were fuckin’ hot, hero.”

“I guess I can be oblivious sometimes; I’m not used to being around openly gay people,” Dani says sheepishly, embarrassed over his lack of a functional gaydar. “I’ve always thought you were really pretty too. Assumed if I ignored it, it’d go away, but it only made me like you even more than I had before.” Philly absentmindedly rubs the back of Dani’s neck with his fingers to help soothe him. “Thought it was impossible that you could ever’ve liked me liked me.”

Philly’s heart positively melts upon hearing Dani’s earnest confession. “Hero, baby, I’ve liked you liked you since the moment we met. Even Chorizo liked you! He’s an excellent judge of character, you know,” he chuckles, his attempt to lighten the mood working rather well.

Dani giggles softly, looking down at the floor for a split second before looking back at Philly. “Really?” God, he’s no better than a schoolgirl.

He nods. “Really.” Philly takes Dani’s hands in his own, kissing his knuckles. “Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, hero.”

“Good.” Dani smiles, kissing him again. The kiss is quick and innocent, lips pressed together for only a few seconds. “I like kissing you.”

“Then keep doing it, hero. Sure as hell won’t stop you.”

[boshaw-manor]

Hey guys, I’m back from my hiatus! New AU story being written crossing over Far Cry 5 and 6. Lots of Jacob, John, Rook and Dani (as well as Chorizo of course!). Link is below, happy reading!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/290052631?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=XButton&wp_originator=d%2BIQdENmuvGrbFVqCt8Z6NUYh8YxZ9XtMiI1pf34cgH9j%2FLQZhTFuWwAX1%2BI9rZUxvXt0NgfeV1h9ElhZSCpCW2yF6UuJbjaWW9vOGiOIceW%2BJ83zCl83xe5V%2BMfJ4A0

[teronsrickman]

Happy Birthday FarCry6! 

I can't find words in two languages ​​to express my gratitude to the game! Despite the huge amount of criticism that I expressed, I love this game immensely, because it gave so many emotions to me and my friends this year. FC6 has inspired us to create a lot of content, from arts to fanfiction, memes and videos with funny gameplay moments or 50 hours gameplay recording ahahaha. I sincerely fell in love with many of the characters who have now settled in my arts, videos and fanfictions. FarCry6 taught me some important and relevant things, and also changed a lot in me and my arts. It was childishly joyful to see characters in the DLC, which I had fallen in love many years ago. And to see the real Demogorgon in Yara is simply incredible and exciting! I want to say to the Ubisoft team and all the people, actors, artists, musicians, etc. who took part in the creation of the game - a huge Siberian thank you for an unforgettable, scary, cruel, but incredibly emotional tropical adventure! On this day, I wish the game a huge development, so that its fandom only grows, and more and more fan content and love from fans!

The Rojas twins are calling you to live another day in Paradise! SEE YOU BACK IN YARA!

[xthescarletbitch]

good luck charm || jonrón x reader

sfw, but i still prefer no minors

cw: none, i think

word count: 1100+

author's note: this was a request and hardly proofread! it has been years since i played softball, so excuse my incorrect terminology if there is any. also, jonrón gives shortstop vibes... but she also seems like she'd be a decent pitcher (that grenade throw scene)... so she is both here. hehe.

"fhakbdlsodnd okay so one would be more “modern”/no war in yara and jonrón is a professional softball player and you go to all her games to cheer her on and she calls you her good luck charm, things like that."

“just one more, porfa?” your girlfriend pleaded.

you sighed but obliged, placing a much-requested kiss directly on her lips. she smiled and pulled you in for a tight hug.

“jonrón, you’re going to do amazing.”

“yo sé. porque estás aquí,” she reminded you. “my good luck charm.”

you smiled and squeezed your girlfriend even tighter, wanting her to get the full effect of this boon she claimed you provided. you then placed another kiss upon her cheek for good measure. 

“okay, okay…” you giggled as she tried to pull you in again. “i have to go.”

you blew jonrón a kiss and ventured on to go and find your spot in the bleachers. you wanted the perfect seat close enough to see her but far enough back to see her plays. 

after you found the most adequate spot for your intentions, you sat down and scanned the stadium for the batting cage. from there, you saw your girlfriend swinging her bat and ensuring her stance was up to par. 

after a few moments, the bleachers around you started to fill up. they weren’t as big as they may have been in the united states, but for yaran professional softball, they were good enough. as usual, you spotted many signs with your girlfriend’s name and number on them, which brought you joy. it was always nice to see how beloved she was and how much of an impact she’s made. 

jonrón’s team was first to be on defense upon the start of the game, and she found her place between second and third base. she glanced around the field, then up to the bleachers, before finally spotting you. she waved to you and shot you the biggest smile, blowing a kiss to you afterward. you stood up to blow your girlfriend a kiss right back, to which she pretended to catch with her glove and place upon her heart. you always thought it was so adorable when she did that. 

you eagerly watched the game as it progressed, keeping your sights on your girlfriend. in the first few innings, she prevented anyone from safely making it to third base. you were so proud of her, and so were her fans. 

when it came to the top of the fifth inning, the coach switched it up and made jonrón pitch because she was becoming exhausted as the shortstop. you didn’t necessarily agree with the placement, but she was a damn good pitcher. you watched as she fought through exhaustion to get players out, which she was doing well at first. she managed to strike one player out in the fifth and sixth, which only seemed to fuel the crowd more. 

the top of the seventh inning rolled around, and jonrón looked dreadful. she gathered some dirt on her hands and rubbed some on her pants, composing herself a bit before getting into her pitching stance. she met your eyes, and you immediately blew her a kiss, hoping to wash away any anxiety that she may have felt in that moment. the score was tied 3-3, and you knew the stakes were high. 

jonrón readied herself and threw her pitch, which was deemed a ball. you heard as the crowd sighed, which lowered your mood, as you knew your girlfriend was trying her best. her next pitch was another ball, and then another. she took a moment to breathe before readying up again, this time having her ball make contact with the bat. the batter swung the ball, which went right over second base. the batter immediately dropped their bat to run to first and made it safely. 

when the next batter came up, jonrón did a bit better. she only threw one ball, and her second pitch that was hit by the batter was caught by the left fielder. the first batter managed to make it safely to second base. 

there were two more batters after that. the third batter was one that jonrón miraculously struck out, but the first batter made it to the third base. the fourth batter chose to bunt their ball, which almost caught jonrón off-guard. still, she managed to grab it and throw it to the catcher, causing the first batter to try and run back to third for safety. the catcher executed a fantastic play by throwing the ball to third base, who caught the ball before the runner returned to the base safely. those were the three outs that brought about the bottom of the seventh, with jonrón being placed near the end of the batting line.

with the game still tied and two strikes to the team with the bases loaded, it was jonrón’s turn to bat. the crowd stood on their feet to witness this play because if it were played right, jonrón and her team would walk away with the win. you knew your girlfriend was exhausted, but not once did you doubt her. she had one grand slam on her record, along with numerous rbis, so you knew she was capable. 

it started off a bit rough, with jonrón swinging to what would have been a ball and getting a strike by missing what she could have hit. you felt the urge to hold your breath. it was a stressful moment for you to witness, and you were getting nervous for your girlfriend. she looked at you at that moment, and you blew her another kiss, forming your hands into a heart and reminding her that she had this. you saw her take one last deep breath. the world felt frozen for a bit, and then it was time for jonrón to give it her last shot.

she confidently returned to her stance and was ready for whatever came her way. when the pitcher threw the ball, jonrón almost swung but stopped herself. it was called a ball. the next pitch went hurling towards jonrón, and you knew it was now or never. she swung her bat and watched as the ball flew over the bases. upon the cue, she dropped her bat and ran towards first, noticing the other players moving up a base. the players just kept moving, and you realised that her ball was out of the park. 

jonrón happily followed her teammates through the bases and safely made it to the home diamond, bumping the score up to 3-7. the crowd cheered for this victory, and you witnessed many adoring fans cheer for your softball player. you were proud of her and knew she’d be so proud of herself. not only did she get a home run, but she also got a grand slam, bringing home the victory for el este.

when the game wrapped up and the players concluded their meetings, jonrón rushed to find you. you were situated at the batting cage, ready to congratulate your girlfriend on her victory. when she entered the cage, you kissed her lips and pulled her in for the tightest hug.

“see,” she pulled away momentarily and smiled. “my good luck charm.”

[xthescarletbitch]

little white lie || camila "la espada" montero x reader

sfw, but i still prefer no minors (curse words are involved)

cw: fluff. you just wanted to get closer to camila by having her teach you how to use her knife (but you already knew how). maybe a slight allusion to a mutual crush.

word count: 350+

author's note: this resulted from midnight yearning, nothing fancy. i randomly got this idea while playing the game and wrote it in one sitting. not proofread.

"you want a tight grip, but not too tight." camila’s hands wrap around yours. "if your knuckles are turning white, you're doing it wrong."

you sigh and let her adjust your hands. she made a good point, but you hesitated to loosen the grip. you honestly liked having her hands on you.

"now, from where you are, raise your arms above your head and lean them back," she assists you in lifting your arms, then places one hand on your hip to adjust your posture. "you don’t want to… hurt yourself."

after composing herself, she pulls one of your legs back slightly and brings your arms back a little more. you turn your head to look back at her and notice her flushed face as she looks down at where her hands are. she looks back up and meets your eyes, after which you shoot her a gentle smile and turn back to the target.

"before you throw the blade, you want to step forward." she lets go of you and allows you to do so. she returns to your side and adjusts your arm position once more. "now, step back, and repeat. this time, i want you to aim for that target." she points toward a spray-painted circle on a nearby tree.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath before opening them again. you move your arms back as she taught you, then step forward, hurling the knife. it hits the target perfectly, much to camila’s surprise.

"pinga," she smirks, admiring the accuracy. "and you’ve never done this before?"

you shrug and grin. "no. nunca."

camila nods and moves towards the tree, pulling her knife right out. she never let anyone touch it, so you felt very grateful to have that opportunity.

she approaches you and reaches the knife out. "again."

she steps back, and you repeat the process, hitting the target again. this time, she shakes her head.

"mentirosa." she judges. 

"maybe a little."

"mala, were you just trying to get close to me?" she jokes.

heat rushes to your cheeks. you can’t even speak before she steps closer to you. despite being within range to hand you back the knife, she steps closer, hovering her face over yours. she closes in as if attempting to kiss you, but pauses for a moment before your lips can touch and leans into your ear instead. 

"again."

[xthescarletbitch]

such a good girl || camila "la espada" montero x reader

18+, minors do NOT interact

cw: f!reader, smut, oral on a strap-on (camila!receiving), reader touching self, allusions to other sexual acts

word count: 750+

author's note: this was a request, and it’s not proofread. babes, as much as i love to write smut, i feel like i always fail. ♡

"for espada… remember when she put the grenade in that dudes mouth and kept shoving it further and further? imagine her doing that with you.. but with her strap, seeing how much you can take and she loves seeing the tears in your eyes and how messy it is and she’s praising you and… yeah. 🥰🥰🥰"

“you look so pretty like that.” camila assured as she held your head in place. you were on your knees in front of her, one hand on her strap and the other between your legs.

“camila…” you trailed off. “it’s so big.”

“but you can take it, right baby?”

you gulped and stared at the baby blue strap in your hand. sure, she’s fucked you with it before, but never suggested that you suck her off. you tried to convince yourself that if your pussy could take it, your mouth could too.

you looked up at her one last time before leaning in and swirling your tongue around the tip of her silicone cock.

“pinga…” she gasped at the sight. camila admired how you gripped the strap and met her eyes occasionally as you inched it deeper into your mouth.

the hands cupping your face were now entangled in your hair. she twirled a few pieces while simultaneously enjoying the view in front of her. you moved the hand between your legs to grip her thigh as you tried to feed the strap deeper and deeper…

camila started to lose it. she was so enamoured with how amazing you looked below her. it drove her crazy. she needed more.

“fuck.” she gasped again. “touch yourself for me, sí?”

you nodded slightly as you moved your hand back down and between your legs. while sucking her off, you knew you were getting wet, but you never expected to be that wet. your breath hitched as soon as you touched your clit.

“that’s it,” she smirked. “such a good girl.”

praising—she knew exactly how to get to you. you started to rub circles around your clit while maintaining the gentle pace of pulling the cock out of your mouth, only to slowly take it back in.

that was the final straw. she could not take it anymore. she grabbed a fistful of your hair to hold you in place as she thrust forward. the tip of her strap hit the back of your throat, and she continued to move her hips back and forth.

you removed your hand from your cunt to grip her thighs again, sinking your nails into them. you tried your best to handle what camila was throwing at you, but it all happened quickly.

“breathe through your nose,” she muttered in between grunts. “and i didn’t say you could stop touching yourself.”

you met her gaze before closing your eyes, chest rising and falling as you did your best to breathe through your nose. you snaked your hand back to your clit and resumed the stimulation.

tears started to well up in your eyes as she continuously pumped her dick into your mouth. she made sure to get as deep as she could, every. single. time.

she took notice of those tears and moved a hand to cup your face again, wiping some tears away for you.

“you’re doing so good…” she insisted. “so good for me.”

fuck. that praising again. you felt yourself get wetter, and your hand moved faster below you.

after a few moments, camila’s pace quickened even more, and you tried your best to follow suit. you felt a very familiar sensation boiling in your stomach, which made you want to rub even faster.

camila was starting to get breathless and grunted even more. she was so in awe at how incredibly hot you looked.

“that’s it… so fucking good…”

her pace got slower and unsteady. her breaths became jagged. her face broke out into a sweat. she pulled out one last time before shoving herself back in, and you moaned against the strap at the wetness pooling between your legs. at the same time, camila let out one final grunt. she then grabbed your face to make you look up at her before slowly retracting the cock attached to her.

strings of saliva followed the strap and trickled down your chin. camila nearly came again at the sight. she helped to stand you back on your feet and clashed her lips against yours. you deepened the kiss by wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer. she still looked ravenous.

she pulled away, much to your disappointment. she took a moment to admire the beautiful sight in front of her, and you couldn’t help but break out into a blush and smile. she returned the smile and leaned in to gently kiss your forehead.

soft camila was temporary, and she soon had that glint in her eye again.

“go sit on that table.” she ordered. “i’m not done with you yet.”

[xthescarletbitch]

fix-it fic concept (far cry 6 spoilers about jonrón):

sfw, but i still prefer no minors (curse words are involved)

cw: gn!reader, fix-it au, far cry 6 spoiler

you and jonrón have been seeing each other for awhile.

you scream for your girlfriend during the pg-240 airstrike at the grand hotel caballero. your heart is pounding out of your chest when she’s nowhere to be found. you would’ve ran back into the chaos if dani hadn’t dragged you away.

you try to get through to her on your phone — nada. a million questions run through your head: is she okay? did she make it? will i ever see her again?

when you don’t see her beside yelena at the rendezvous, a rush of emotions flood through you, mentally preparing you to hear the tragic news. she didn’t make it. you’ll never be able to tell her you loved her.

the sudden onslaught of intrusive thoughts are interrupted when someone grabs and spins you around. you were so relieved to find your dear girlfriend, jonrón, alive and well. you don’t even want to let go of her. never again.

[lulu2992]

I wanted to say I love your meta and lore posts, and how frustrating it is to see so much inconsistencies with the lore and timeliness. Like, the wiki (which I know I shouldn't completely trust) says thatbthe events of FC5 and New Dawn are non-canon/happened in an alternate universe, probably to restore the timeliness with FC6, so...did the game ever matter? Also I find it so hard to fit what happened to the characters with the timeline, like did Grace lose her dad during the Reapibg or prior? How long did Mary May lose her family was it before the events of the game or during the Reaping? It's just hard to write fanfic when everything seems watered down, inconsistent and a mix of early concept and half baked ideas. Anyway, keep up the good work!

Thank you! Yes, once you start deep-diving into the lore, you notice all the inconsistencies and it’s annoying.

To try to answer your questions, though, I suppose whoever wrote on the Wiki that Far Cry 5 and New Dawn weren’t canon rightly concluded Far Cry 6 couldn’t exist in the same universe if the “Resist” ending, so the true one, happened. Ubisoft already “justified” that when they retconned the series’ timeline and said each game now had its own world. Basically, there isn’t just one “Far Cry universe” anymore but several. Far Cry 5 and New Dawn indeed take place in an alternate universe… but so does each game in the franchise.

Grace explains her dad’s car was ambushed about two weeks before the Deputy arrived, so two weeks before the Reaping. That said, I always find any mention of the Project being openly violent before Joseph’s arrest weird since what most characters say in the game is that cultists only started doing that when the Reaping began. They would do bad things before too, but in secret, and only a few people (like Dutch or Merle) believed they were dangerous but were unable to prove it. However, in an early version of the scenario, they were already terrorizing Hope County long before the Deputy’s arrival, so it seems to me that Grace’s backstory was based on this context instead.

It’s hard to tell when Mary May lost her parents exactly. We just know that happened after the Project arrived and before the Reaping, and that her dad died before her mom… or the opposite if you read the novel Far Cry Absolution in which she also has a brother. Anyway, her father wanted to confront the Project (or John Seed specifically) and never came back home. But again, I find it a bit strange that a group most people in Hope County simply saw as weird but harmless neighbors before the Reaping would risk causing someone’s death like that. Even if it looked like an accident, it’s careless and suspect when you want to lay low.

I imagine it’s difficult to write Far Cry 5 fanfiction when your goal is to remain as faithful to the source material as possible. There are things you have to ignore or try to find justifications for for the story to fully work...

I’m glad you enjoy my posts, though :D

[xthescarletbitch]

nsfw alphabet || dani rojas

18+, minors do NOT interact

cw: f!reader, smut, strap-on use, f!receiving, [implied] reader!giving, exhibitionism, spanking, power play, rough sex

word count: 2000+

author’s note: i have read this over and over to a point where i’m tired of looking at it. i apologise in advance for any mistakes or inconsistency, i tried my best! these responses were easier in my head (lmao). i hope you enjoy. ♡

✦ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

when duty does not call, dani’s aftercare includes reminding you how much she adores and appreciates you. lots of little kisses and praises like “you did so good”. she will also constantly ask if you’re okay while cleaning everything up. you can expect her to ignore every call that comes through during this time because all of her focus is on you. you feel like getting a bite to eat? of course. you want to cuddle for a bit? even better.

✦ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

you would both answer this the same: her thighs. she absolutely adores it when you’re seated atop them, whether it’s just as a seat or as a ride (it’s your favourite because of the latter). she also has no preference of where you face as each position brings its own benefits. when facing her, she can kiss all over your neck and face! when facing away, she is able to see her favourite body part of yours, your ass, move as you pick up speed. it allows her the chance to smack it however she pleases and to grip your hips harder to thrust up into you. she also enjoys massaging your breasts with one hand and pulling you back against her with the other.

✦ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

it doesn’t matter what brought you here, but after your release, dani is immediately there to scarf it down. she makes sure to get every last drop out of you, even if it means spending the rest of the day there (as if that’s a bad thing). sometimes you can’t help but feel a little shy about it, especially when she’s done fingering you and makes a show of licking it all off her fingers and your thighs.

✦ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

dani yearns to fuck you right on el presidente’s desk in torre del león. something about sticking it to the man (or in her girlfriend) gives her a rush of adrenaline. being in a position like that would surely give her the surge of power and control that she desires.

✦ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she has had a few flings here and there. she is not the most inexperienced person in the world, but also not the most experienced. one thing is for sure, and it’s that she knows how to read your body. she is a dedicated and thorough lover.

✦ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any position where you both are close to each other, skin to skin. she loves the contact and intimacy that it brings. she especially loves taking you from behind, but bringing you up so that your back is fully against her chest. she loves to rub her hands all over your front as she pounds into you; a tactic she uses just because she likes to touch you and also because it keeps her stable with her exertion.

✦ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

sometimes she will be too focused on pleasuring you that she is so serious, but it’s not rare for her to be goofy either. even though she wouldn’t outright degrade you, she enjoys teasing you and chuckling at your reactions. *insert spongebob mocking meme* “woooow, i barely touched you and you’re already this we-” before you jokingly smack her. it’s also an ego boost when she can turn off your laughter instantly by having you moan out instead.

✦ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

dani could care less about personal hygiene. she is not very well groomed down there because she doesn’t really care much about it. on that note, she has no preferences for her partner either. you’re still a full-course meal either way.

✦ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

she can be very romantic during the deed. she is huge on cuddling and kissing while fucking. she wants to feel all of you against her, and vice versa. she always has to be touching all over you. she is certainly passionate in her lust.

✦ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

it’s rare for her to find the time and means to masturbate, but that doesn’t mean she won’t do it. especially if she’s away from you for an extended period of time, she’ll pleasure herself while imagining the two of you and your deeds.

✦ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

she enjoys power play and being the dominant figure in the bedroom. additionally, she loves to spank you, especially when she can watch your ass jiggle in time with her thrusts into you. considering her dirty secret, she doesn’t mind a little exhibitionism. anybody who would ever walk in would know that you’re dani’s and dani’s only.

✦ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

if you’re both horny and there’s a flat surface, horizontal or vertical, you’re doing it there. if she had to pick a favourite place, she would choose the workbench. it’s perfect because she can have you sit there and look pretty while she does her thing. she can eat you out in this position, she can finger you, and she can even pound into you as she’d like with her superior angling. she also likes the way that the workbench will slam against the wall (there may have been one or two times where you made an obvious marking to the workbench or wall itself). she can’t necessarily do that much against a wall, but she’ll still manage to use it to her advantage. after all, a good guerrilla masters their environment.

✦ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

dani has a dirty mind, okay. you could be fighting a soldado, grunt, and she’d be turned on. you could bend over to grab some scrap and she’d be turned on. it’s not hard to get her going at all. however, one of the biggest things you could do that would turn her on is to take charge. not necessarily in the bedroom, but by doing things like leading some bandidos on a mission. god, she thinks you’re so hot when you get into command mode. sure, she likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom, but seeing you like this just motivates her more.

✦ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no sharing. ever. she would also never dare to degrade or hurt you. even if it wouldn’t be in a bad manner, she still can’t bring herself to do it. she has lost so much and tries her best to remain kind, even in the bedroom. she is a big softie (let’s go with soft dom). <3

actually, that doesn’t include spanking. have i mentioned that she loves that?

✦ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

dani loves to give. one of her favourite things to do is eat you out. she loves how your nails dig into her skin as it only invigorates her more. of course, she does enjoy receiving too! but when it comes down to limited time, she does not mind taking up all of it to enjoy you like a buffet.

✦ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

dani is all about being quick and rough. she usually doesn’t have a lot of time to spare, so she wants to make it count. if she’s using the strap, she is doing quick and deep strokes. she’ll grip your hips as she draws the strap all the way out, only to slam it back into you over and over (rip to your insides).

✦ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

it seems like all dani does is run around and do errands. she hardly has time to spare in order to properly plow you. that said, she loves quickies. you are both almost always game, so any moment that she has to spare is dedicated to absolutely devouring you. her favourite? you pressed against a wall as she crouches down and eats you out.

✦ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

it depends on context. as mentioned before, she fantasises about taking you in one of the most guarded places in yara. that is not where her fantasies stop, but her ultimate goal is to keep you safe. thankfully, she is fully aware of the risks that come with taking you in fnd territory and will usually avoid it if she can. however, it’s not past her to pounce on you as soon as the vicinity is clear.

✦ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

thanks to being ex-military, and contributing to her being one of the best guerrillas, dani has high stamina. she could go on for as long as time permits if she were able. however, due to time constraints, dani is often dedicating her efforts to quality over quantity. she wants to make your limited time count before the next mission occurs.

✦ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

oh, she definitely does. if nothing else, she has an emerald green strap that brings out her eyes. it’s quite a sight to behold when you watch dani sheath it inside of you. and when she notices you watching? her pace will quicken and her strokes will become even more unforgiving.

if you would like to read more about dani and her legendary strap, my friend @mrsdanirojas is the one who coined this toy hc. read her fic here (you will not regret it)! ♡

✦ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

as mentioned before, dani is known to tease. she knows the effect she has on your body and uses it against you (lovingly and jokingly of course, not at all derogatory). she will have you soaked and tease you for it. don’t worry. her teasing is always followed by an “apology”.

she’ll wait to hear a giggle from you before she buries her face in-between your legs and has you gasping from the sudden stimulation.

✦ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

dani is a grunter. we’ve heard how many times she has grunted in frustration! it’s incredibly hot, both in bed and on the field. she grunts as she pounds into you, as you deepen a kiss and move your hand down to her core, and/or while she’s enjoying the full-course meal that is you.

✦ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i feel like dani is incredibly sensitive. you could touch her once and she will turn completely feral, wanting more. and she is easily turned on, so it’s not hard to get her going. any little touch and she’s ready to throw you onto the nearest surface and plow you into next week.

✦ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

✦ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

incredibly high. this poor woman gets sexually frustrated way too easily. i mentioned before how sensitive she is, which means she can usually cum from just giving pleasure. both your release and hers motivates her to keep going, and she most certainly does not stop at once. or twice.

✦ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

dani barely sleeps as it is. instead of being the type to sleep afterwards, she prefers to cuddle instead. she does not end your rendezvous there. one of her favourite things to do (and she hopes to build upon this after la revolución) is to set up a picnic under the stars. maybe she’ll take a little snooze after cuddling up with you and watching the night sky, but that’s contingent on you falling asleep first (preferably on her).

[xthescarletbitch]

an arrangement || camila "la espada" montero x reader

18+, minors do NOT interact

cw: (will be f!reader in final fic) gn!reader!receiving [implied oral], smut, alcohol, fwb

word count: 250+ (a snippet)

author's note: this idea has been haunting me for weeks now. i finally gave in and decided to write a lil bit. 😭

shelves of supplies. the rigidity of the table you’re sat upon that knocks against the wall behind you. a beat-up television in the corner with a stool in front of it. the handsome brunette seated in between your legs. a white board. your legs hanging over her shoulders. a noisy ceiling fan. her gloved hand pressing down on your abdomen. her blade resting beside your thigh… the room feels like it’s spinning… wait, why’d she stop?

“mierda…” she finally says, glancing up at you. “do you want the entire camp to hear you?”

maybe, you consider, but then realise that you are both running out of excuses to tell. you simply respond with an apologetic glare, scared that if you were to open your mouth, a moan of her name might escape.

you realise that she expected an actual answer when she stands from her crouched position and places both of her hands beside your hips. she leans in, faintly brushing her lips across yours, but never quite closing the distance. you let out a disappointed moan, which was quickly met with her hand around your neck.

she loved this… she loved to have this sort of power. sure, she led an entire camp of guerrillas, but this was different. it was passionate. it was invigorating…

…it was just an arrangement that two guerrillas settled upon after one too many cervezas. one that you discussed further after your first time - it was meant to be a way to let off steam and relax during these trying times… and camila needed to let off steam a lot.

you both secretly wanted this to be more… but neither of you dared to say a word and risk ruining the routine you’ve grown accustomed to. you needed this.

[xthescarletbitch]

nsfw alphabet || clara garcía

18+, minors do NOT interact

cw: f!reader, smut, strap-on use, vibrator use, reader!giving, reader!receiving, exhibitionism

word count: 2400+ (oops, lol)

author’s note: i am tired of rereading this, so i am posting it as-is. apologies for any inconsistencies. 🥺💗

✦ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

la jefa is so preoccupied with libertad y la revolución that spending much time with you after sex is rare, but she does try. when she is able to spend time with you, it’s filled with lots of cuddles and affirmations. she loves to tell you how much she loves and appreciates you, both through words and actions. she will also remind you of your future: living together, worry-free; getting married; starting a family; and loving each-other until old age…

✦ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if you asked her what her favourite body part of hers was, she would tell you her hands. you would be inclined to agree as her hands have accomplished so much! occasionally, you like to plant kisses all over her hands and fingers to remind her of the fact. and if you had it your way, you would be holding hands 24/7.

clara adores your lips and will absolutely kiss them every chance she gets. she loves how soft and plump they are. she also enjoys how magical they are, in a sense that they can wash away all of her worries and concerns. sometimes you like to tease her and pretend that you’re going to peck her on the lips, but then you turn and kiss her cheek at the last minute. she usually reacts by grabbing your face and pressing her lips against yours, thus satisfying her cravings.

✦ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

she has no huge preference because she isn't picky. she does enjoy giving head and cleaning up the mess with her mouth if she has the time. and when she does, clara is extra and will make a show out of it (licking every single fucking finger like she just finished a delectable meal - because she did). another thing that she absolutely craves is when she's pleasing you and she hears that schlop sound. it's like a switch - instant feral mode. she will do anything she can to make the sound happen again. in fact, she wants the room to fill with the noise of your cute sounds, both from your mouth and cunt.

✦ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

clara loves maps (shocker [lovingly]). it shouldn't come as a surprise to you that she has one dedicated to marking the places where you did it. she likes to hold onto that memory of your intimacy, especially when you're away on business for libertad.

one time, she was questioned about the map and got incredibly flustered. she was lucky enough to think about passing it off as a map with sight-seeing locations... because you are a sight to see (lolol i am sorry).

✦ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think that she is fairly experienced. she’s a woman who knows exactly what she wants and will not beat around the bush. she's had flings in college where she experimented some, but it faltered after libertad (that is, until you came along).

sometimes she will get a little too excited and forget to appreciate the foreplay, but you lovingly remind her.

✦ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anything efficient. outward appearance means nothing to her during sex. she'll take you in missionary, doggy, etc. as long as she can bring you to orgasm, she doesn't care.

though, she finds herself fucking you in a particular position most of the time. you'll be leaned over a surface and she comes up behind you, lifts one of your legs up and then slams into you. she finds that she can hit it the best in this position.

✦ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

clara is one that i think remains a lot more romantic in the moment rather than goofy. she is clearly very passionate about everything she does, so much so that it manifests itself into seriousness. to her, sex is something to be appreciated and respected.

on the occasion that she gets a bit goofy, you both end up laughing over something silly, like the strap slipping out of you.

it's nice to see her smile and laugh, you always think.

✦ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

clara is surprisingly well-groomed for the current situation. she keeps herself relatively trimmed down there, all due to a personal preference. however, she has no particular preferences for a partner.

✦ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

clara may be stressed the fuck out, but she is amazing at leaving those worries at the door (at least temporarily). when it comes to being intimate with you, she allows herself a moment to breathe and relax. clara will not deny you the love that she holds for you. we have seen how passionate she gets about libertad, it’s her life. but then again, so are you.

so to answer the question, she is absolutely romantic during the moment. there is the occasional instance where her stress can get to her and she gets a little rough during sex, but she always makes it up to you during aftercare.

✦ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

clara will sometimes find it difficult to cope when you’re not around. her desires only grow the longer you are apart, and occasionally it’ll get unbearable. if she knows that she can expect you soon, she will wait. when she is unaware or knows it’ll be awhile, she gives into her urges and goes off to masturbate. of course, she imagines you the entire time.

✦ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

when clara is actually able to dedicate time to sex, she makes it count. this includes overstimulation and multiple orgasms. she looks at it as a "let's make it last" - at least until your next session.

sometimes, she can get a little rough, but it's usually due to how passionate she can be. that will usually happen when your moans hit her ears a little too good and she just wants to hear it again, over and over.

✦ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

most of the time, she enjoys being intimate on the comfiest camp bed (nothing but the best for you). however, she realises that it’s considered a luxury and is not opposed to having sex in unconventional places. there have been times where you both cuddle up to each other in the sand and watch the sun set, but the sexual tension becomes too much to bear and you end up fucking on the beach. there may have also been a few occurrences of fucking on the mission table when nobody else was around. in your defence, she looks incredibly attractive when planning recon.

✦ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

being reminded that you’re hers. she works herself too much and will occasionally forget to exist in the moment. many, many times have ended up like this: she has been glued to her map all day and you notice how tense she looks. you start by slowly approaching her from behind and run your fingers along her spine. she’ll let out a little breath, indicating that she is starting to relax into your touch and allows you to proceed. you continue by caressing her skin and planting kisses along her neck, to her shoulders, and down her arms. you don’t stop there - you continue by planting kisses on her hands and fingers, ensuring that you make eye contact with her. you see her worries dissipate as you show her your undivided attention. knowing that you’re there for her and are willing to help her unwind is enough to get her going.

sometimes, all she craves is your touch.

✦ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

while the thrill of being seen is attractive to some, clara would rather keep your intimacy private. of course, she isn't opposed to public sex so long as nobody else is around. additionally, like dani, she will never say anything to hurt or degrade you. she is very careful with her choice of words, especially in such an intimate moment where both of you are vulnerable.

✦ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she has no preference. it almost always starts with her receiving, though (her reward for stepping away from that damn map). the thing about clara, however, is that she always returns the favor tenfold. she is quite skilled with it, considering she will not leave the spot in-between your legs until she’s satisfied with your satisfaction.

✦ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

everything in her life feels like it is going at hyper-speed, which has (unsurprisingly) contributed to her impatience. when it comes to being intimate with you, she is always excited to jump right in, which will usually happen quickly. once the ball has started rolling, she reminds herself to slow down and enjoy your moments together. she doesn’t know when the next time will be, if there is one. so for that reason, she keeps her pace slow and sensual as a way to truly cherish sex with her partner.

though... as i mentioned before, rough sex is not out of the picture for her. when it gets into that territory, her romantic factor is in correlation with her physical feats. just imagine the way she'd caress your face as she slowly, but roughly, pounds into you.

✦ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as mentioned before, clara is insanely passionate, especially about you. as such, she feels that quickies do not do her affection and lust any justice. that’s not to say that she won’t do them, because she will, but that she’d rather dedicate as much time as she is able to being intimate with you. she will do quickies as a way to bridge the gap in between truly fervent sessions.

✦ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

being risky is nothing new for clara. she takes risks every single day that she opposes the regime. however, she prefers to keep things safe between you both. she will experiment and take risks within reason, contingent on the fact that she can confidently let her guard down. if she is unable to, it’s a no-go. she refuses to put you in any further danger (if she can help it).

✦ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

clara can last pretty long and can go for as many rounds as you have in you. as implied before, she prefers to stretch the rounds out for as long as she can in order to truly appreciate it (and to keep going after one orgasm). unfortunately, she gets a bit anxious about libertad to go for countless rounds. she will usually allow herself to go on for at least two, possibly more if she isn’t immediately needed…

…at least that is what she tells herself, but she relinquishes some self-control as soon as she sees you sprawled out for her. libertad can wait. you cannot.

✦ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

she definitely owns toys. at the very least, clara owns a dildo that she will use on you and herself. it’s a beautiful ocean blue.

additionally, she also owns a little vibrator that she likes to use when she wants to overstimulate you. it is a magnificent sight, truly. she loves how flustered you get when she pulls it out.

just imagine what i said for positioning: the way she has your back arched and pressed against her… she has one hand with the vibrator buzzing on your clit and the other hand gripping your waist as she pulls you back against her… the overwhelming feeling to just release already is building up, and so is her stamina.

✦ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

clara is not one to verbally tease, no matter what it is. she takes everything very seriously, especially in the bedroom.

she will physically tease you. oh, did you want her to hurry up? now she's slowing down... and you can cum, but she won’t stop. unfair, sure. but she will ultimately give you what you want (always).

✦ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

clara tries her best to be quiet, but that doesn’t always work out. when she’s receiving pleasure, she will let out occasional breathy moans and sprinkle curse words in-between. when she’s giving pleasure, she’ll moan for the sake of adding stimulation against you. if she’s using the strap on you, she will softly grunt as she pulls it out and slams it back in.

✦ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i feel like a common theme throughout this alphabet is the headcanon i have that clara is so preoccupied with libertad and the only thing to pull her out of it is you. i also feel that the reason for her intense passion is that she grew up being privileged compared to other yarans. she knows what it’s like to have everything, but has witnessed what it is like to be without. she knows how to appreciate what she has, while also fighting for what’s right. everything she does is for the good of others (sweet baby </3).

✦ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

✦ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

clara’s sex drive is so-so. sometimes she is so busy that she doesn’t pay it much attention. but when she’s around you, it’s high.

she is also not one to necessarily take her stress and frustrations out on you, but will turn her negative feelings into fervor. she seems like she could get along just fine, until she can’t. again, it’s all about where her mind is at and where you are.

✦ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

clara will absolutely fight sleep after sex. she just wants to spend all of her time with you before she has to go back to her duties. as mentioned before, it’s rare that she can get a lot of time to dedicate to this, so she wants to make the most of it. a lot of times, you cuddle up and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

she sleeps the best when she is with you.

[teronsrickman]

np: Pedro Bromfman - The Lucky One Pedro Bromfman - Tiger and Cub Art for my fanfiction with a reworked ending of FC6. I really didn't like the message of the ending, so I rewrote it. I will not be able to translate the literary text into English, but I will still leave a link https://ficbook.net/readfic/11980035