I love these prompts. How about J for AlanGaipa?
[J]oking about kissingâand then actually doing it::
Alan was drunk. He hadnât meant to beâhe was usually very good at holding his liquorâbut some things you just werenât meant to go through sober and attending the wedding of an ex was apparently one of them. Heâd started the evening off with a shot to settle his nerves and it had all been downhill from there.Â
It wasnât that he wasnât happy for Wen. They hadnât been good for each otherâhe realized that nowâbut seeing him at the front of a church smiling as he made promises of forever brought back memories Alan had tried very hard to bury. He wasnât sad so much as lonely. So, in what he could only describe as a fit of deep depression, he stole a bottle of wine from the bar and snuck away to drink it.
He ended up sprawled out on the grass in the back corner of the spacious gardens where the reception was being held and although the sounds from the party drifted out to him, it was far enough away that he felt like he was alone. Or at least he had until a man turned the corner, spotted him, and stopped in his tracks.Â
Alan was drunk enough that he had to squint to bring the man into focus. Only then did he recognize Gaipa. He tried to sit up straighter in an effort to maintain just a bit of dignity in front of a client, but he immediately slunk back down again. He didnât have the energyâor the sobrietyâfor professionalism tonight. He took another swig from the wine bottle instead.
âKhun Alan,â Gaipa greeted. âAre you hiding, too?â
âMy ex just married the hottest man Iâve ever seen in my life,â Alan grumbled. âOf course Iâm hiding.â
Gaipa chuckled and then, to Alanâs surprise, took a seat on the ground next to him. âMind if I join you?â
Alan made a barely intelligible noise of consent and Gaipa smiled at him softly before turning his attention to the sky. Alan tried to follow his gaze, but looking upwards made him feel dizzy, so he settled for staring at Gaipa instead. The moonlight shining off of his skin made him look like a statue: beautiful and stoic. Alan wanted to admire him.Â
âWhat are you hiding for?â Alan asked after almost a minute of silence. âI thought you were part of their happy little chicken cult.â
âChicken cult?â Gaipa laughed.
Alan waved him off. âYou know what I mean.â
Gaipa just stared at him, that ever-present kindness in his eyes. There was something else there this time, though. A darkness that Alan often saw reflected in his own. Gaipa looked away.
âI might have spent a good decade of my life in love with one of the grooms,â he said forlornly. âI guess Iâm just mourning what could have been. But itâs fine. Itâs totally fine. Would you mind if I had a sip of that?â
Alan passed over the wine bottle and Gaipa took several large gulps before lowering it with a wince. âI donât actually like wine,â he said in explanation.Â
That didnât surprise Alan. Gaipa was young and uncomplicated. He was also very, very pretty.
âItâs his loss, you know,â Alan said, taking the wine bottle back from him. âUnfortunately, your precious Uncle Jim has horrible taste in men.â
A slight blush rose to Gaipaâs cheeks. Alan wasnât sure if it was because of the words or the wine.Â
âItâs their loss,â Gaipa corrected. âWen was an idiot for leaving you. If only they could see us nowâŠâ
âDrunk and pining?â Alan asked.
âNo.â Gaipa laughed. âTogether. Trash talking them at their own wedding. You know, I bet between the two of us, we know all of their dirty little secrets. Weâre a force to be reckoned with. They should fear us.â
âOh, if they saw us together, they would hate it,â Alan said. âCan you imagine? Just an ever-constant reminder of their past mistakes.â
It was a nice thought. And not just because Alan wanted Wen to see that he still had options. It was nice because it was Gaipa and sitting here with him was the least lonely Alan had felt in weeks.Â
The two of them looked at each other as the words and the alcohol settled between them and Alan could tell that they were thinking the exact same thing. He wasnât sure which of them moved first, but the next thing he knew, they were kissing.
Gaipaâs lips tasted like sweet red wine and revenge.
When Alan finally pulled away, his heart was racing, inundated with feelings he hadnât felt in a very long time. Gaipa didnât run. He just sat there, his mouth open in surprise.
âI donât think itâll work unless they can actually see us,â Gaipa said, but Alanâs desires had suddenly changed. This moment wasnât for Wen anymore. It was for him. So he leaned in, tangled his fingers in Gaipaâs hair, and kissed him again until the wedding became nothing more than background noise.
[Part 2 here]
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QUEENIE you still know me you KNOW I'm gonna be asking about our favorite dumpster fires can you PLEASE give me Hawke AND/OR Varric's "oh...uh oh." moment
"Watch m - excuse me, I'm sorry, do you not see me over here doing my best to protect you against this place? Quit the giggling already, and watch my hands, Sunshine, I'm not gonna be able to sleep at night knowing you're walking around out there, oblivious to something as basic as bottom dealing, so watch my hands!"
Snickering into her drink, Hawke watched as Bethany dropped her face into her hands, her shoulders heaving with laughter as, time and time again, Varric made an absolute mockery of her card skills. When she came back up for air she was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, taking huge, gulping breaths to try and calm herself down; it wasn't working, of course (once Varric found his flow, there really wasn't anything, save perhaps an inconveniently placed trapdoor or outraged member of the Guard, that could stop him), and as her sweet sister collapsed into another giggling fit, Hawke caught Varric's eye and rolled her own when he winked.
"He's got three up his sleeve, you know," she remarked coolly, lowering her tankard just enough for the accusation to be heard and her smirk to be seen, "he always does;" but it wasn't until Bethany, still laughing, grabbed for Varric's arm - an arm he pulled away with the quickest flash of the cards hidden within - that Hawke realized the greatest sleight of hand had been pulled on her: After everything they'd been through, after everything they'd lost, her little sister was smiling again...she was laughing.
"I don't know how to break it to you, Hawke, but I think this one's a lost cause - here, you deal this hand, maybe the kid'll actually try if you're the one tearing your hair out," Varric joked, and as she took the deck from him and their eyes met once more, she realized there wasn't any use in pretending the flush she felt rising to her face was from the drink: Bethany had been swindled of her coin, sure, but she'd get that back...Varric had stolen Hawke's heart, though, and Maker help her, she didn't think he'd be returning that any time soon.
six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!
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stonesford ficlet where John takes care of Jordan after bad results with Everton???
btw I love your writing so much đâ€ïž
john stones/jordan pickford | comfort âĄ
âCâmon, it wasnât that bad.â
Jordan pauses arranging the pillows on the couch then to stare at him.
âIt was four-nil, John. Four-nil. Whatâs worse than that?â
âFive-nil?â
John quips with a grin on his face that suggests he didnât want to make the joke but had felt compelled to. Admittedly, it does make Jordanâs lips twitch as he chucks one of the cushions at him.
âIt was shit. We were a mess,â He rakes his hands through his hair as he finally takes a seat. Itâs still slightly damp from where heâd just gotten out of the shower, âI was a mess. Didnât feel in control at all and I hated it.â
John watches him with a frown, lips pressed together. He hates seeing Jordan like this. Especially when anger and frustration usually seems to fuel him rather than pull him down.
The plan was to watch the Arsenal game together, John wants to be up to date with everything for when heâs fit again, but with Jordanâs brows pulling into an ever deeper frown every time one of the keepers makes a save, John is quick to flip the channel over. He can go over the game later himself.
As expected, Jordanâs wallowing so deep in his own thoughts that it takes him a couple of seconds to even turn to John and ask what heâs doing.
âCâmon, letâs put on a film and Iâll make you a cuppa.â
Jordanâs frown neutralises mildly at the suggestion, but remains because itâs pretty obvious that Johnâs attempting to cheer him up. Either way, he agrees with a weak nod as he rubs at his eyes. Red and tired from where he hadnât slept a wink last night thinking about what he should have done. Which way he shouldâve dived.
Johnâs determined to fill his mind with anything but.
âYou choose,â He says over his shoulder as he extracts what has become Jordanâs mug out of the cupboard. Evertonian blue, of course.
âIâll even watch one of those terrible action films with you,â Jordan picks up the remote, his left eyebrow quirked upwards, âYou know. The ones with the cars and the semi-naked girls.â
That seems to do the trick, Jordan soon rising to the defence of his favourite film series, which may or may not have been Johnâs plan all along as he distributes the teabags.
Jordan still looks a little put out once he returns to the couch with two mugs in hand, balancing them carefully until theyâre safely on the coffee table, so John plants a kiss to the top of his head as he passes by. Once heâs sat down again, he grins at the grimace on Jordanâs face because he knows he loves it really. Just far too stubborn to show it.
âYou picked one?â John asks as he arranges himself on the couch; aesthetics and long limbs really donât match.
Jordan doesnât reply, instead gesturing to the TV with the remote still in hand where a title screen is blinking back at him. John still thinks he looks distracted though, and so adds, âWeâll smash âem for you. Youâll see.â
The other hums in agreement, but the noise soon turns into Jordanâs sniggering. John canât help but grin back at him, âWhat?â
âPretty sure you donât play them âtil, like, December or summit.â
Johnâs still smiling at Jordan because his face looks far less grim glancing over at him; he doesnât even realise the otherâs hit âplayâ until a car screeches to a halt through the TVâs speakers.
âI know,â He says, just to keep Jordan looking at him, grinning, âBut does it make you feel better?â
John holds his breath as he watches Jordan move closer to him on the couch until heâs lowering his head down into his lap, eyes still traced on the TV. He darenât move in case the other man changes his mind, but slowly lowers a hand to land in his hair once Jordan seems set on staying where he is.
âIt does.â
Jordan murmurs as he buries his face into Johnâs thigh and pushes into the hand playing with his hair. Soft for once and not slicked with product. John grins to himself.
âGood.â
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Hi Hoshi đ€ so I just recently read your threesome Toji/Sukuna fic (hot af btw), I love those two bastards so much đ© Can I please request facefucking with them pleaseeee, like youâre on your knees sucking both of their cocks đ©đ© I love fics about them but I literally never saw the description of double dick sucking, and I think that would be so hot, right? Especially when they are mean đ€ Please help a girl out đđ»đđ»
đ. đ§đšđđ: man, I'm so happy I finally have the free time to write this out, lmao.
âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: Toji + Sukuna x gn! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - handjobs - blowjobs - face + throat-fucking - degradation (bitch, broad, cumslut, slut, whore) - dick slaps - double dick-sucking - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, pet, vermin, sweetie) - heavy depictions of a blowjob (shit finna get nasty) - facials - mention of spit/saliva and tears.
âč đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 0.8k
âYeah, just like that, slut. Suckinâ on me like a real broadâŠHmmfuck.â
âShit, that tongue of yârs, Y/n. Actinâ like my cockâs goinâ somewhereâŠâ
Have you ever sucked two dicks simultaneously?
Well, it is quite a time; you should know...
You stood on your knees with hands busy, stroking two men who stood before you. Each palm grasps and strokes a cock within the proximity, the tips exerting precum oozing down to your pretty fingers as your fingertips sense the veins and rough skin.Â
You bring the dick in your right to your lips, licking on the tip and adding more of your saliva to it. With hollow cheeks, you suck the cockhead inside your mouth, purring as youâre taking in every inch into your oral cavity and throat.
A hand finds its way onto your cheeks, squeezing them as you lick the underside while your left hand keeps jerking. Toji chuckles, âYa look so good, princess,â he slaps the tip onto your lips, a gesture to put him back into your warm mouth. âMmmm, you know how much I like you beinâ dirty frâ me. Show me how slutty you can really be.â
Your eyes peer at his face and follow his indirect command. Your left hand gets firmer with every stroke, lathering the tip with your spit as your tongue flicks on his frenulum. Onyx eyebrows pull towards each other as Tojiâs grin gets broader. âHeh, yeah, just like that, baby; make it real wet and sloppy.âÂ
You hum as you get to work, focusing your lips on just the tip as your hand increases in pace. Your fingers slid up and down on his shaft while slurping on his tip. Drool pools with every push and pull, mixing with the bits of cum coming from his urethra. âGoddamn, dollâŠâ you hear him mutter above you, noting the cue to persist in your actions. Plus, judging by how the limb occupying your palm is pulsing, the older man is not too far from release.
HoweverââDonât forget about me, vermin.â
Your face is yanked off of Tojiâs length, and your cheek is instantly met with the member on your right. The angry tip poking your skin, painting it with precum. Sukuna snickers wickedly, pushing his cockhead to your lips without your cooperation. âAttend to me, pet; you know Iâm not one to wait.â
He doesnât delay for you, forcing the tip inside your mouth for your tongue to greet. And he doesnât allow you to accommodate his girth, already busying your throat with the length burrowing inside. His firm grip on your head prompts you to and fro, and the harsh ruts to your face become hard to predict.
Tears leave the reservoir of your eyes, striking down whenever Sukunaâs pelvis smacks onto your lips. Muffled cries appease the tattooed individual, throwing his head back at your chin and hitting his balls with every pump. You suck on him hard while Toji groans to your left, your hands on his scrotum knead and massage as he fists his own dick as you please the other.Â
Sukunaâll pull you to the frenulum, then rush you to the base of his pubes. Balls slapping to your chin with drool sticking onto you, your nose crashing to his body thanks to the rough rhythm, and your eyes lock into his four devilish crimson ones â thatâs how he likes it. âLook at you, whore. So fucking filthy just for some dick, huh?â A rhetoric answered only by your eyes rolling to the top of your head as he shoves his entire bulge. âNasty bitch.â
âFffuuck,â The dark-haired man croaks, his hand on his shaft picking up in speed. âSo close...â
The pink-haired one agrees. âHmmph, me too, shitâŠHey, dollface, finish us good and well, ya hear?âÂ
Again, no words are spoken, only actions. You swiftly remove Sukuna from your throat and bring this session to a close. Your hands bring both cocks to your mouth, elated to accept both the tips of their dicks into your mouth with a euphoric mewl.
Both men hiss at their sensitive parts being swallowed in simultaneously, tending them with teasing licks and sucking them with puckered lips. Your tongue serves as a weapon, swirling around them, which results in the men groaning deliciously.Â
To chase their orgasms down, you suck roughly on both cocks, bobbing your head while your hands please them in whichever way you can. Erratic strokes on Tojiâs member have him almost choking, and Sukunaâs hips buck involuntarily when you grip his balls unbeknownst to him. And finally, they unanimously spill their semen into your mouth, your shriek covered by their loads filling inside. You swallow as much as possible, even if the job is as messy and ungraceful as youâd want it to be. Fluids and saliva drip to your chin and meet the cold floor.Â
Your head stays bobbing in a steady cadence, humming blissfully as you gulp down their essence. But to showcase, you remove yourself and open your mouth, having the two watch you accept their seed shooting out and disheveled face.
Toji scoffs at the display. âA dirty, pretty thing, arenât ya, Y/n?â
And Sukuna tilts his head with a smirk. âExpect nothing much from a cumslut like you.â
© đđšđŹđĄđąđ đ«đđČ2024 â reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly â header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.
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So glad you can write again you've been missed dearly how about Lando with the second to last one off this prompt list pretty please, don't feel pressured to do it đ„șđđ»
https://www.tumblr.com/novelbear/723017487168487424/kiss-me-with-your-eyes-closed-kiss-prompts?source=share
[ kiss prompts ] after a heated session, they admire their flushed partner and softly place a peck on the cheek with lando norris
â©âĄ± warnings: a little smutty but only really foreplay
landoâs lips were always sweet â soft and warm and so very good at what they did. weeks apart from each other only made you appreciate his lips more so than ever before. forever thankful for the vanilla lip balm youâd gotten him last christmas, it made his kisses addictive; your very own personal drug.
since heâd stepped through the front door until now, his lips were on yours at every spare second. but he had to unpack, and you had promised him dinner. once those requirements were ticked off, he was all yours.
a leg on either side of him, strong hands keeping you in place, you happily settle into straddling his lap atop the plush couch, lips locking to yours. landoâs needy grip is tight on your waist, wandering to grab at the plush skin underneath your shirt. kisses alternate from slow to fast, soft to rough, his tongue slipping past your own sending your mind into a dizzy frenzy.
âlanâŠâ you murmur, dreamily, words getting lost when his teeth catch your bottom lip and pull a moan from you. hot skin and desperation pulls all of the breath from your chest â but lando isnât finished with you yet.
with too much ease, he flips your positions and is on top of you in an instant. fingers wrapped around your wrists, arms pinned in place while his lips attack your neck, surely leaving behind marks youâll regret in the morning. before you can protest, lando presses his lips to yours again, knocking the air from you again.
hands, knowing just where they belong, pry your legs open and wrap them around his waist, letting his knee slot right between them. warm and solid, it presses against your core until your mind goes blank â glad of landoâs expertise when any sense flies from your head.
sensing your fluster, lando parts from your lips with a small smirk, taking a mental snapshot of your ruffled hair and swollen lips, like an artist looks at a finished painting. shooting you a cheeky smile, he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your flushed cheek.
âyou okay?â he chuckles, head tilted down towards you, sarcasm lacing his pretty lips. glaring up at him, you softly shove his shoulder.
âfinish what you started, or iâm not kissing you ever again,â you threaten, feigning annoyance, hips pushing towards his own.
âyes, maâam,â lando murmurs, slipping down to settle between your legs â and, forever a man of his word, he certainly does finish exactly what he started.
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I just read Between Shoots again and I am on my hands and knees BEGGING for more dumbificationđđđ» (as for who, Iâm not super picky lol but preferably Cillian, Tommy, Robert, or Crane <<<3)
dumbification is 100% my weakness thank u for requesting this (& itâs been a little while since iâve written dumbification so Iâm a bit rusty but i would love to start writing it more often!)
Mindless | Robert Fischer x fem!reader
prompt: Robert does not take your teasing lightly lol
WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ MDNI) dom!robert, degradation, dumbification, size kink if you squint, brief misogyny, creampie
*not proofread*
âGet inside. Now.â Robert snarled as his nails dug into your arm, shoving you inside entrance of your shared penthouse. Your cheeks burned with excitement and anticipation, you knew Robert was going to punish you, but you werenât sure if this was going to be a punishment or a âpunishment.â
âOw, Robert,â you giggle with a small smirk, partially playing it up for your own entertainment , âyouâre hurting me.â
After slamming the door shut and locking it, It was clear that Robert was fuming after you interrupted one of his important meetings with a slew of lewd gestures, which started to become dirtier and dirtier as time went on.
First it was a wink, then it was a subtle grope to one of your tits, followed by sucking one of your fingers into your mouth. While eyeing Robert down, you slowly brought the digit between your legs.
It didnât take long for Robertâs annoyance and arousal to reach its peak, leading him to call off the meeting early.
âAll I ask is for you to sit there and look pretty while I work, is that too fucking difficult for you? Huh?â Roberts asking you rhetorically. You bite your lip, you know it isnât nice to push his buttons, but heâs just so sexy when heâs angry.
âYou looked so handsome up there,â you coo while running your hands along the front of his suit jacket, âI couldnât help myself.â
His eyes are dark, pooling with anger and desire. With a strong hand he grabs your hips and turns you around, promptly forcing the front of your body against the wall, pushing some air out of your lungs in the process.
âWanna act like a dumb whore? Youâre gonna get treated like one,â Robert decided, purring into your ear as he hurriedly unzipped his trousers, pulling up the end of your skirt as soon as his hard cock was free.
You gasp quietly when you feel his hot member pressed against your ass. You sneak a hand behind you and pull your panties to the side, not caring enough to fully discard them.
With a groan, Robert thrusts his full length inside, causing your mouth to fall open with whiney moan. No matter how many times you took him, he still stretched you out like it was your first time. He barely gave you a second to get used to the sensation before he was snapping his hips out and slamming them back in, his pace and depth already being deliciously intoxicating.
âFu-uck-â you whine, reaching behind you to grip Robertâs suit jacket. His balls teasing your clit with each thrust, taunting you with the potential friction.
âIs this what you wanted?â Robert growled into your ear, his strong hands gripping your hips painfully tight as he fucked you harshly against the wall. âPretty little thing just wants to be daddyâs come dump, huh?â
Your eyes rolled back and you mewled in response, your back involuntarily arching towards him while standing on your tiptoes. The sensation of him forcing his thick cock inside you left you speechless and you could feel your brain becoming cloudier.
âWhat a filthy whore,â He teased, nipping at the shell of your ear and sending a chill down your spine, âdisrupts my important meetings just so Iâll pay attention to her needy fuckinâ cunt.â
You swallowed and huffed out a shaky breath, your body becoming far too overwhelmed with the pleasure that robert was giving to you. He dips his head down to watch his cock slam into you, and to see your ass recoil with each hypnotic thrust.
âF-fuck,â you pant again while your legs shake and nearly give out from beneath you. As Robertâs pounding into you, your feet are barely on the ground, heâs holding your hips up and slamming into you like youâre nothing more than a warm hole for him to use.
Robert laughed weakly, he can see every single rational thought slip out of your head as he pounds into you, heâll never get sick of watching you get cock drunk. You choke out a moan, twitching as your core clenches around him.
âHm,â Robert hums as he snakes a hand down the front of your body, gently circling your clit with the tip of his middle finger while his member tears into you. âSo well behaved once sheâs got a cock in her, you like being treated like a dumb little toy, baby?â
The degradation made your stomach burn with an added layer of eroticism, a needy whimper falling from your lips as your pussy got wetter around him. All that could be heard around you was panting and skin slapping skin, mixed in with some filthy little comments.
Robert moaned when he felt you get slicker around him, unintentionally showing him how much you liked this rough and demeaning treatment. You felt the knot in your stomach begin to wind up tighter and tighter and you knew it wonât take much more to push you over.
You try to respond to his comments, only for a few incoherent babbles to come out. Robert only clicks his tongue at your attempts, poorly feigning sympathy.
He holds his hips still, forcing his entire length painfully deep inside you. Itâs nearly too much, but addictive fullness of his cock leaves you needing more.
âLook at that,â he cooes, roughly grabbing your cheeks and cranking your neck to get a better look at your face while still rubbing your clit. His dick twitches at your smeared lipstick and smudged mascara, heâs always thought you looked prettier like that anyway. âRuined by my cock already, poor thing can barely think. âS alright, baby, you donât gotta think. Daddy knows best, right?â
You swallow harshly before whimpering, ây-yes mmh âŠâfollowed by a few curses and pants, Robert slowly begins to thrust himself in and out again.
âThatâs right, daddy knows youâve got no thoughts in that pretty head, all you care about is getting this wet little pussy stuffed. Donât care how, or when, just need to be full, donât you?â
You nod as best you can while heâs still grabbing your cheeks, his other hand sliding up from your clit back to your hip. He releases his grip on your cheeks and smacks your ass, your brain and body turning into putty all for him. He owns you entirely, mind, body, and soul. And you wouldnât have it any other way.
âI bet youâd let me use you in front of my colleagues,â Robert hissed, the thought of ruining you in front of his peers brought him closer to his already approaching orgasm. âBend you over the table, show them what a brainless little cockslut you are. Maybe Iâd even let them take turns on you, would you do that for me baby? Let them use whichever holes theyâd like?â
You knew this was purely hypothetical, Robert was far too possessive to let anyone else actually touch you. But the idea still got you hot, being passed around like a cheap whore all for Robertâs enjoyment.
âY-yes, yes!â You cry out as you arch your back again, you and him both know that youâre mere moments away from your orgasm. He laughs thinly, he knew you got off on this but he didnât know it was to this degree.
âThatâs what I love about you, sweetheart. Pretty face ân pretty pussy, no fuckinâ brain. How all good girls should be.â
That was all it took, a bit of praise sprinkled in a mix of ignominy. With a broken sob, you came for him, your wetness spilling down onto his balls and undoubtedly staining the expensive material of his trousers. He groans out a few praises while thrusting into you, his own climax trailing close behind.
âThats it, baby, fuck-â Robert groans as he tips his head back and screws his eyes shut, your pulsing core just begging him for his come. With a few more pumps, heâs spilling into you, huffing and growling as your velvety walls milk him dry.
Once he starts to go soft, he begins to pull himself out, you wince quietly and Robert shushes you before spreading your lips apart with his fingers. With attentive eyes he watches your ruined hole drool and clench around nothing.
He brings his eyes back up to your face and sees your reaction as he smacks your ass, ânext time you pull some shit like that during a meeting, Iâm fucking you right then and there, got it?â
Through heavy lids, you smile back at him before nodding weakly, already getting ideas for what youâll do at his next meeting.
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sorry this isnât very long </3 i really reaaaaally want to get back into writing, i think iâm going to write something a bit fluffy/angsty next. weâll see!
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The Malicious Daughter is Back! - 3
Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.
Chap 1, Chap 2 , Chap 3 , Chap 4 , Chap 5 , Chap 6 , Chap 7 , Chap 8 , Chap 9 , Chap 10 , -
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Thank you to everyone who has read this chapter. Leave a comment and Reblog, please. I'd love to hear your thoughts. â€ïž
You scoffed, âAre you willing to wait until school is over? As you can see, I have to teach my precious students.â
Bucky smirked. This was the first time you had seen him smile. You had to admit he was handsome. Victoria must be proud, as Bucky was way out of her league.
But you didn't want to get close to him since he was already your step-sister's fiancé. Perhaps he had the same character as her.
Bucky interrupted your thoughts, âYou don't have to worry since the principal has given you permission to leave after this class.â
Unbeknownst to you, before he entered your class, Andre had brought him to the principal's office. Bucky had bribed the principal with cigars.
For the first time, Andre saw his principal, who usually wore a flat expression from the stress of dealing with delinquent students, laugh heartily as he picked up the cigars. âHaha⊠of course. Miss Sinclair needs a day off.â
Clueless about Bucky's deal with the principal, you raised your eyebrows in surprise, not expecting the principal to give you a day off so easily.
Half a day without dealing with the delinquents wasn't a bad idea. As you rose from your seat, you issued a directive, "Fine. Let's go."
You pointed towards the hallway and added, "And stick close to me. It's like a jungle out there."
As Bucky followed behind you, he soon realized the context of your warning. The students erupted in cheers, though the intent behind their vocalizations remained ambiguous, potentially constituting either catcalls or attempts to provoke offense.
"You've got a rich sugar daddy, miss," one student jeered, while another offered unsolicited advice, "Dude, run while you still have the chance."
A misguided attempt at physical interaction occurred when one student attempted to bump into Bucky, prompting him to sidestep, causing the student to stumble and fall.
"Dude, what the heck?" the surrounding students exclaimed in confusion.
"Pardon me," Bucky politely interjected as he maneuvered away from the scene.
Observing the exchange, you addressed the student, Mark, with a pointed remark, "That's what you get."
In response, Mark displayed a gesture of defiance, raising his middle finger, to which you reciprocated in kind.
Witnessing the interaction between you and your students, Bucky noted your lack of fear, interpreting your demeanor as assertive and resilient.
âRINNNGG!â
Break time was over, and it was time for the students to return to their classrooms. However, none of them made a move.
You understood the reason; they knew you were leaving.
Standing near the school door, you raised your right arm and held up three fingers.
âIf I count to three and you guys are still here, I'll make all of you fail my class,â you warned them, your tone firm and commanding.
âWe'll make you viral, b*tch! This is unfair,â Mark protested.
âTry me. OneâŠâ You began the countdown, your voice echoing through the hallway, your expression steely.
Before you could even say âtwo,â the students scattered, rushing back to their classrooms in a panic.
Bucky watched in awe, though he didn't verbalize it. Instead, he gave you an impressed look, admiration evident in his eyes.
You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. âLike I said before, devil spawn.â
Bucky chuckled and held the door open for you, a gesture of respect and acknowledgment of your authority.
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He brings you to a luxurious café, seemingly inspired by Moroccan design. The place features intricate tiles, arched doorways, and rich colors. Elegant furniture, soft lighting, and comfortable seating create a warm atmosphere.
It had been a long time since you visited a place like this, reminiscent of times before you were kicked out by your stepmother.
Opting for the cheapest drink on the menu, you ordered a cold brew, not wanting to owe him anything more than necessary.
Your drink arrived promptly, and you tasted it. The taste of the coffee made you forget about the shitty cafeteria coffee you just had. Compared to you, who ordered a simple drink, Bucky's was unique.
His coffee was prepared right before him, with the server announcing, âWe have prepared your coffee cup, sir.â
Bucky nodded graciously. âThank you.â
âYou're very welcome, sir,â the server replied before departing. âEnjoy.â
Bucky savored his coffee with an air of elegance, his movements precise and refined. You couldn't help but notice that he had been wearing leather gloves this whole time.
Taking a sip of your drink, you asked, âSo⊠What do you want to talk about?â
Bucky set down his drink and met your gaze with his calm, cold demeanor.
âIt's about last night,â he began, his expression unreadable as he spoke.
You grumbled, âOh my god. Are you going to sue me for sexual harassment? I'm sorry. It's a bad habit of mine, doing something without thinking. Please don't sue me. I don't have the money to hire a lawyer.â
Bucky struggled to follow your rapid speech. âNo, calm down. I won't sue you. It's justâŠâ He paused, taking a deep breath to compose himself.
Or did Victoria cry to Bucky and ask him to teach you a lesson? You couldn't help but wonder what he was going to say next.
âI have this disorder, Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD). The symptoms include being overly sensitive to sensory input, including touch,â he explained, his gaze shifting to observe your reaction.
âNo judgment here. I've encountered various cases of trauma from my students,â felt relieved a bit you reassured him, trying to offer some comfort.
âThank you for understanding,â Bucky replied gratefully. âWhen someone touches me without my consent, I will vomit or I will faint.â
Your eyes widened in realization. âShit.â Guilt washed over you as you began to fully comprehend the impact of your actions.
Bucky confessed, âThe weirdest thing is, when you touched me, kissed me, my body didn't have any reaction.â
You lifted your head in confusion. âHuh?â
âI went to different psychologists, tried many medicines, doctors, meditations, but none of them worked. Except you. A stranger that I've never met,â Bucky elaborated.
âAre you sure?â you asked, still trying to process the revelation.
Bucky then removed his leather gloves and called the waitress over. âYou. Come here.â
The waitress approached, curious about Bucky's request. âYes, sir?â
Bucky extended his bare hand. âShake my hand.â
The waitress, unsure of the situation, complied and shook Bucky's hand.
In an instant, Bucky grabbed a nearby bucket and began to vomit.
The waitress and you were both shocked. Bucky, who had been calm and composed moments ago, now appeared pale and sickly in just a matter of seconds.
Could what he said really be true?
Bucky wiped his mouth and apologized to the waitress, his tone sincere. âI'm sorry. Please don't be offended. It's not because of you. I hope the tips my secretary will give you could cheer you up.â
The waitress, still unsure of what just happened, responded hesitantly, âAh, thank you?â
Bucky's secretary appeared seemingly out of nowhere and began conversing with the waitress, diverting her attention.
Left alone with Bucky, he raised his hand again, as if asking for your right hand. Confused, you offered your hand, which he gently took and held in his.
You thought it might have been a mistake, but Bucky showed no reaction. He closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for something to happen. There was no rapid heartbeat, no sweating, and no urge to vomit.
He opened his eyes and saw you looking thoughtful. âThank you for your patience and trust.â
You replied, âEhm, glad to help.â
âMy predictions were correct. You could be the answer to my disorder. I will make you a generous offer,â Bucky stated. His voice tone sounded like happiness is in it.
"Really?" You could ask for money for your grandmother's surgery. After you were kicked out of the house, you lived with your grandmother from your mother's side. After your mother died, your father stopped sending money to your grandmother.
Bucky nodded, his expression serious.
You hesitated. "Wait. Does Victoria know about this?"
Bucky shook his head. âBesides my parents, only you know about this.â
âBoth of you are going to get married, and you didn't want to share the truth?â you questioned. Poor Victoria, the man she will marry, has a cold heart.
You were supposed to be the bad guy, glad that she would receive her karma. But why did this remind you of something?
He went silent. The thought of marriage with Victoria irked Bucky. He pulled on his leather hand gloves again and rested his hand on the table. He looks like he's discussing a business deal worth billions.
âThe truth is, I saw this marriage as a business deal. I don't have the desire to have a heart-to-heart conversation with your stepsister. And from what I've seen of her, it's better if I don't talk to her about my disorder,â Bucky explained.
His tone was cold, sending a shiver down your spine. No wonder the Barnes family had been successful conglomerates for so longâthey knew how to get what they wanted.
But there was something you didn't agree with. âI want to help you,â you stated.
Bucky visibly lightened up at your words.
You crossed your arms tightly, a frown creasing your brow. âBut after what you said to hide it from your fiance, you reminded me of my father. A man of few words. A hero in business, but a failure in family.â
Your father, Jonathan, lived and breathed for money. He left everything about the household to your mom, while the familiesâ businesses thrived. But after your mother died, her family's business went bankrupt, and he didn't offer much help.
You didn't want to assist another man who reminded you of your dad.
Placing a dollar bill on the table to pay for your drink, you stood up abruptly. âI hope you find a cure, but I won't be the one to help you. Thank you and goodbye.â You grabbed your coat and started walking away.
Bucky hadn't expected you to reject him. And what's more outrageous is you're comparing him with your father. Bullshit.
He scoffed, his fingers tapping the table in frustration. No one had ever said no to him before.
He turned around and saw your back. âWhat if I raise my offer? Your childhood home and Velari into your hands?â
Your foot stopped before you reached the door. How did he know your deepest desire? The home you got kicked out of was the treasure from your mom. That beautiful home was designed by her; she was a designer.
And Velari, the fashion brand built by your mother, was now occupied by Celestial Enterprises, owned by Genevieve. It was your birthright to inherit your mother's work, but that other woman and her devil spawn were able to kick you out.
Lost in your daydream, you didn't realize Bucky was standing before you. âDo you like that deal?â
You lifted your head, meeting his gaze with a hint of mischief in your eyes. A sly smile played on your lips as you reached out and gently took his hand in yours.
Bucky felt a sudden surge of heat as your fingers intertwined with his.
You lifted his leather-clad right hand and brought it closer to your lips. Gently, you pressed a kiss against it. "With an offer like that, I might just be tempted to give you more than just my hand."
The gesture made Bucky shiver, though he didn't feel any disgust. This feeling was completely different from what he experienced last night.
From this moment, he knew you're a natural seducer, and he was playing with fire.
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sub zero anon again đŒ Can I request something where Bihan is very possessive, maybe he gets jealous that Johnny Cage or someone else is flirting with you and you get fed up with bihans attitude about the situation (not w you but with johnny) so you end up just going home and when Bihan is bitching about it you kiss him to shut him up đđ» i got my inspo from the jealously prompts page LMAOO anyways youâre the best <3
âDo you have a map, because I get lost in your eyes.â
Johnnyâs voice was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard to Bi-Han. It caused him to react in a viscerally violent way that grew harder and harder for him to ignore the more the arrogant man sat across from him opened his mouth to speak; Especially so if the words that left said arrogant manâs mouth were unsolicited flirtatious quips directed towards you. Bi-Han wasnât oblivious to your beauty and he couldnât put an ounce of blame on you for merely existing, however he could and would put every ounce of blame on Johnny for interrupting what was meant to be a private moment meant for the both of you.
Bi-Han had been planning this for a long while now since being Grandmaster took up most -if not all- of his time, leaving the only times where you could be together was during at night and missions, which were never truly enough for him when you were seemingly the only person who could elevate the stress of being Grandmaster from his shoulders and grant him the opportunity to being vulnerable. For Bi-Han it acted as a way of saying thank you for putting up with him for as long as you had for he knew he wasnât the most easiest of people, so for it all to be tarnished within a blink of an eye by the arrogant buffoon who was too acted as though he was godâs gift to humanity; Needless to say Bi-Han wasnât the most pleased and he doesnât bother to hide his displeasure either with how tightly he scrunched up his fists and how hard he clenched his jaw from under his mask. He even went as far as to keep his ice cold glare solely on him as a way to tell Johnny how he was overstaying his unwarranted welcome.
But either the man was stupid or was just that full of himself because not once did Johnny spare Bi-Han a single glance, nor cared to, as all his undivided attention was focused on you as he spouted and and all sorts of one liners that only prove useful in fuelling Bi-Hanâs fire. And as much as you liked Johnny as a friend, he certainly had the upmost worst timing ever. Impromptu hangouts is what he liked to calls them but when you saw him enter Madame Boâs the same time you and Bi-Han were just getting settled, you knew the worst was yet to come. You knew Johnny had a tendency to flirt with anything that moves and breaths and often times does so during the worst of times, but this mustâve possibly his worst one yet.
You knew how Bi-Han didnât get along with Jonny so you could only imagine the amount of effort he was putting in to not reacting to anything that was being said, but you werenât an idiot. You could see him silently seething from the corner of your eye as you went to place your hand on his knee for reassurance, only for him to jerk it away from you, leaving you to question his sudden attitude towards you when youâve done nothing wrong the entire evening. You even shot him several questioning looks, all of which were blatantly ignored by Bi-Han as his lack of emotional control had lead to the air becoming frigid. You could start to see small quantities of ice beginning to form on the edges of the table, creeping inwards to your ceramic mugs of half drunk, lukewarm teas.
You nudged Bi-Han with you shoulder. âI thought the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was meant to set a precedence.â You whispered. âYou know Johnny is nothing more then a friend, and I know he kind of ruined our evening but that donât mean you have to go this far just to get back at him.â
Bi-Hanâs jaw twitched as the furrow of his brow deepened. âItâs truly an insult that you would believe that I would ever disgrace myself by stopping to his level. Iâm merely warning him.â He said sharply as the air grew even colder and the ice on the table had now rendered your tea undrinkable, much to your disappointment. You really liked that tea.
All of this didnât seem to raise any warning signs within Johnny, who was oblivious to it all, which honestly baffled you at how he didnât seem to acknowledge the change in the air, nor feel the ice that was threatening to encase the hand that was holding one of your own as his thumb gently caressed the skin there. All you wanted was a nice, easygoing evening, it was such a small thing to ask for but Bi-Han and Johnny were making things unnecessarily hard for you and now all you wanted to do was go home and head straight to bed to sleep this all off and hope that you have forgotten all about it the next day. âIf being sexy is a crime, youâd be guilty as charged.â Johnny said but before you could say anything in response, Bi-Han stood up abruptly, his eyes showing a man whoâs reached his limit and so had you at this point as you tried to ease the oncoming headache to no avail as Bi-Han reached to grab Johnny by his expensive shirt.
âWoah! Go easy on the merchandise dude, this shirt cost me a fortune.â Johnny cried.
âI have no care for your materialistic lifestyle Cage.â Bi-Han spat venomously and that was about all you could take as you stood up from your chair and grabbing the cryomancer by the bicep, catching his eye for the first time that evening. âI donât think Madame Bo would enjoy having to spend the rest of her evening clearing blood off of the floor and furniture now do you?â You asked, taking the silence that greeted you as your answer as you again spoke pointedly, âWeâre leaving. Now.â Bi-Han knew it wouldnât be wise to fight you once your mind was made up and he didnât want to be even more on your bad side then he already was, and so he released Johnny unceremoniously as his body hit to the floor before following you out of the tea house without another word.
Back at the Lin Kuei wasnât any better either as Bi-Han decided to make his thoughts known of how much he hated Johnny for not only ruining your evening that youâll never get back, but also for blatantly flirting with you right in front of him. And at the rate he was going at, it only felt like the beginning of an extremely long night, and not in the sexy sense either.
âCage is an insufferable man child.â He began. âDoesnât know how to keep his hands to himself nor does he have an ounce of respect within his entire body.â You internally groan as all you wanted to do was sleep, but it was clear that Bi-Han wasnât about to let this go as easily as you were, and you knew that Bi-Han had an unhealthy tendency to withhold grudges until his dying breath. But even then heâll still be carrying those grudges like it was his lifeâs purpose. âJohnny was only flirting with me to get a rise out of you my love, which was why I was trying to stop you from doing something youâll come to regret later on.â You explained, walking over to Bi-Han and placing your hands on his face, watching with soft eyes at how heâd visibly relax and lean into your touch, reaching his hands up to place over you own as a way to keep you there.
You loved this man more than words could describe, but you swore there were days where he could drive you up the wall and yet you wouldnât trade it for anything. âThe fool could use today as a learning lesson as to not try to go after whatâs rightfully mine.â Bi-Han growled possessively, had it been any other night you wouldâve found this shamelessly attractive but tonight wasnât the night despite the warmth that flooded throughout your entire body. âIâm sure heâs learnt a very valuable lesson and would do better to think twice next time.â You told Bi-Han as your thumbs stroked the cheeks of his now maskless face, taking time to ingrain each and every facet that made up his beautiful facial structure, something you very much liked to do every night before wandering off to sleep.
âThere wonât be a next time if Cage wishes to keep his life.â Bi-Han replied, his hands, which had now traversed down to your waist, gripped you tightly as they -rather roughly- pulled you into him until you were flushed against him. You smirked as the fluttering feeling within you raged on. âHow romantic of you my heart, but I think youâve done enough talking for one day, so allow me to give your voice a rest and put your lips to work in the only way I that know weâll both enjoy.â You didnât allow Bi-Han to speak afterwards as your lips were already descended upon his as your hands had moved to lounge comfortably over his shoulders, your eyes closed in heavenly bliss.
The evening mightâve not gone how either of you wouldâve wanted but thatâs what made the kiss more rewarding but what made it even more rewarding was when Bi-Hanâs hands slipped down to your ass, giving them a good squeeze, as he then walked you towards the end of the bed, where you fell into the mattress with Bi-Han following shortly after; whilst actively making sure to support most his weight onto his forearms that caged you underneath him before reconnecting his lips with yours feverishly, as your needy hands grabbed ahold of him however you could.
Maybe it was one of those sexy nights after all.
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Prompt: The reader wants Melissa to be a little rough with her in bed, but doesnât know how to ask. Melissa figures it out when she walks in on the reader watching porn. The reader is so embarrassed, but Melissa asks to watch with her. And when she sees thereâs spanking, light choking, biting, and hair pulling and then sees how turned on the reader is, she decides to give her the night of her life.
Anon, I must say thank you đđ». Iâve been feeling in the mood lately to write smut for whatever fucking reason and I loved this. I hope it lives up to your expectations! As always, is to edited? Fuck no, lol.
On another note: I got 2 more Melissa prompts and I got 2 chessy prompts. Keep sending them in for either Melissa or Chessy!
Safe Word
Warnings: SMUT, its literally half smut, kinky smut, hair pulling, light choking, biting ⊠thereâs one more *checks notes* , spanking
Words: 1.9k
You love your life right now, you have great friends, great family, great job and best of all, a great girlfriend. Melissa Schemmenti.
Youâve been with her for almost a year and things have been amazing. Thereâs just one small tinny tiny thing that could make it better. You have a kink that you havenât gotten the courage to tell Melissa about, you want to try rough sex. You arenât complaining about the sex so far at all, she always manages to give you a mind blowing orgasm each time and you do the same for her.
One evening, she stayed behind to meet with a studentâs parents about their child and told you to not wait for her to go home. So here you are, laying on your stomach, on the bed, facing away from the door, looking at your laptop. Then suddenly you feel a little tingle between your thighs and you thought youâd have a peak into your kinks. You searched for rough sex porn and started watching one that tagged everything you wanted to try. You got so enraptured in it that you didnât hear Melissa get home or hear her enter the bedroom.
Melissa got home after meeting with the childâs parents, it was a good meeting, they were willing to try anything to help their child. She entered the house and didnât see you downstairs so she went upstairs to see if you were there and when she got to the top, she heard something coming from the bedroom, guess you were watching a video in there. When she entered the bedroom, she immediately saw what you were watching and closed the door quietly. She walked over to the bed and slid down right beside you, to watch the video with you.
You got startled and slammed your laptop closed, completely embarrassed that Melissa caught you. âHey Tesoro, whatcha watching?â She asked you and your cheeks turned pink.
âNo-n-noth-nothing.â You stammered out.
Melissa quirked an eyebrow at you. You havenât been scared to tell her stuff before. âReally? Because to me it looked like you were watching porn.â She said and your cheeks went from pink to red in a second. âNo need to be embarrassed, Tesoro. Can I watch it with you?â She asks.
âYou want to watch it with me?â you asked her confused.
âYa.â she said and you nodded and opened up the laptop, restarted the video and pressed play.
The further into the video you got, the more it caught Melissaâs interest as to why you were watching a video with spanking, choking, biting and hair pulling. She looked over at you once in a while and saw how you reacted to it. Your cheeks were flushed and she felt your legs move and knew you were rubbing them together. You were getting turned on by it. Melissa put 2 and 2 together and saw that you get turned on by rough sex and might want to try it. She wondered why you never brought it up though, she knew you looked embarrassed when she found out and she didnât know why. Melissa decided to try this with you, and she knew when to do it too, your one year anniversary is in a few days, and by some miracle, it was on a Saturday.
Saturday came pretty quickly and Melissa wanted everything to be perfect for you. She cooked your favourite meal, got you a present, she studied your kink a bit more to know what she was doing, and wore a dress that was the colour that you told her looks magnificent on her, green.
You walked into the house at 6, Melissa basically kicked you out for 2 hours so she could prepare everything. And when you say basically, you mean she gave you your car keys, walked you to the door and told you not to come back until 6. You walked in and she ran to you, picked you up in a hug and spun you around. âHAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY Y/N!â She yelled, practically in your ear.
âAh!â You yelled in surprise. When she put you down you saw her dress and licked your lips, âThat dress looks stunning on you.â You told her and she smiled at you.
âI got you a gift!â She said and picked up the gift behind her on the couch.
âOh I have one for you too, let me go grab it, itâs in the bedroom!â You told her and bolted there and back and you exchanged gifts. Melissa gave you a custom made necklace of the first letter of both of your names in a heart. While you gave her a photo of the 2, both of you with big smiles at a Phillyâs game, and your kissing her cheek and she has her mouth wide open in surprise, and you put it in a picture frame. The picture frame was a beautiful gold and at the bottom it had writing on it saying, âI love you with all my heartâ. Both of you smiled at the gifts and you leaned in and kissed each other.
After that, you both had the meal she made you and then dived into a bit of conversation as you digested. After half an hour or so, you both went upstairs to the bedroom and you told her to turn around and close her eyes. She did as you instructed and you got out of your outfit and changed into a lingerie piece that you got for today.
When you were finished you told her to turn around and look and she smiled at the sight. You, in a purple see through lingerie dress that just covers your ass, there was no cup bra so she can easily just slip off the strap and take your boobs and you decided to forgo a thong or any type of underwear.
âHappy Anniversary love!â You tell her and she walks over to you.
âDefinitely a happy anniversary to me.â She said and licked her lips before picking you up and gently dropping you on the bed. âRemember the safe word?â She asks and you nod.
âEagles. Or tap or snap twice.â You tell her and she smiles at you.
âGood girl.â She tells you and those words always turn you on. âI wanted to try something new tonight.â She tells you and you look at her. âIâm not telling you, youâll just have to find out. But if you want to stop then just give the word ok?â She tells you and you nod.
She straddles your lap and leans down to kiss you on your lips. When she moves down to your neck, her right hand moves to the back of your head, gathers as much hair as she could and pulls it while she bites your neck. You gasp and buck your hips as she does that and she smirks. Melissa pulls back and then removes her dress and sheâs left in a bra and underwear. She unclips her bra and you sit up and suck on her nipples. After you sucked on both, Melissa grabs your hair and pulls you off of her chest and back on the bed. She gets off and instructs you to get on your hands and knees as she slips off her underwear and puts on a strap on.
She then gets back on the bed behind you, and since you obeyed her and are on all fours, she has full access to your ass. She first checked to make sure you were wet enough, and when she deemed you ready, she lined the strap up with your entrance and pushed it in all the way. You moaned out as you felt full, then she started moving in and out of you, and started smacking your ass while doing so.
When she knew you were close, she grabbed your hair and pulled it so that you sit up. She yanked the lingerie off and grabbed your left boob with her left hand and put her other hand around your throat, squeezing it lightly. She started playing with your nipple with her hand and you were moaning like crazy at this point. She switched it up so that her right hand is on your right boob and her left hand is around your throat, and she moved the front of your face to hers so she can kiss you. While kissing you, she bit your lip until you bled then went down to your neck and started biting your neck again.
Melissa smiled as she knew you would have come by now if she gave permission but sheâs having fun and wants to see how long itâll take you until you beg for it.
She didnât have to wait long, 20 seconds later you started to beg. âMel, I want to come, can I please come?!?â You whined out. Melissa smiled, sheâs gonna let you but you wonât be done after you come. She moved the hand that was on your boob down to your clit and started rubbing it, you were bucking your hips like crazy and tried to close your legs with the over sensitivity but she wasnïżœïżœïżœt letting you.
âGo on baby, come for me.â She whispered in your ear and you came immediately with a gasp.
Right away, Melissa pulled out of you, sat down against the headboard and instructed you to come sit on her strap. You went to her lap, she lined the strap with your entrance and you sat on her lap, taking the strap as you went. You started moving back and forth on her lap while Melissa was slapping your ass. She then took a nipple in her mouth and sucked on it then bit it and you gasp, she then did the same to your other nipple and got the same reaction. After she was done with both, she brought her hand to your hair and grabbed a bunch then lightly pulled and then put her other hand around your throat. You slowed your pace down slightly and Melisss noticed and frowned a bit as you were both close.
âGo on keep going, I was so close, make me come baby.â She told you and you sped up again. âThatâs it, keep going.â She breathed out. She took the hand off your throat and grabbed your ass, and pulled your hair slightly again. You then came and she came a few seconds after. You both took a few seconds to catch your breath and then you gently got off her strap and then she took it off of her so she could cuddle you. But first she went to the bathroom, grabbed a cloth and cleaned you both up then went back to the bed and cuddled you.
âHey Mel?â You said to get her attention.
âYa Tesoro?â
âThank you for tonight and trying those things, I liked it.â You told her with a smile.
âOf course my little Tesoro, Iâd do just about anything for you. I enjoyed it too.â She told you and you smiled. âAnd in the future, come to me with anything, sexual or otherwise that you want to try and donât be scared or embarrassed to ask ok?â She told you and you nodded.
âOk, I love you Mel.â
âI love you too baby.â She told you and you cuddled even more into her and you both fell asleep.
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Hello! I saw your requests/writing prompts, so I'm asking beggingđđ» for a Rafayel short with the dialogue "too bad, you're stuck with me".
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â âtoo bad, youâre stuck with meâ x rafayel
âyou know,â you say, âfor a long time i didnât think iâd end up falling in love again.â
rafayel pauses, taking a moment from the stars to look down at you. a brief silence and stargazing seemed to recall memories from your mind. you lean against his chest, nestled neatly in his arms.
âthatâs a silly thought,â he murmurs.
you donât read your gaze away from the stars. âyou think so?â
âi would have found you no matter what and made you fall in love with me,â rafayel huffs, arms squeezing your body a little tighter.
a tender laugh slips out from you and rafayel wants nothing more than to take it from your lips into his. âitâs the truth,â he says, a familiar pout tugging at his expression.
you look up at him, amusement twinkling like stars in your eyes. âisnât that what basically happened already?â
he grips you tighter, holding onto you as if youâd float away if he let go. that whiny tone returning as he speaks. âwell, too bad, youâre stuck with me now!â
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Don't mind me. I'm back.
173. for Soldier Boy please? đđ»đ
â§*Ì„Ë PAIRING: *Ì„Ë⧠Solider Boy x F!Reader
â§*Ì„Ë UNIVERSE: *Ì„Ë⧠You
â§*Ì„Ë WORD COUNT: *Ì„Ë⧠336
â§*Ì„Ë PROMPT: *Ì„Ë⧠From THIS prompt list: 173. âthereâs no one else here, be louderâ
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Roommates? They were gone. There was no one home, and here you were laying in your bed keeping your moans down as Solider Boy had his hands wrapped around your waist thrusting hard into you, the sound of flesh on flesh bounced around the room.
You could tell he was getting frustrated with your lack of verbal enthusiasm about his excellent pelvic thrusts. You were so used to having to keep your moans down due to your roommates. Common respect you know?
Licking your lips he snarled and gripped your hair and jerked your head back and snarled. âThereâs no one else here, be louder.â
You blink a few times and with that jerk of your head and the tightness of his grip on your hair, you let out a soft moan.
"Louder." He demands.
Closing your eyes a moment you bite your lip and you close your eyes a little tighter and let out a heavy moan.
"And there it is. Good girl. Keep going." He praises.
Hearing that praise you whimper softly. Doing just as he praised. "Fuck." You moan.
"Fuckin hell⊠such a tight cunt you've got there Stupid girl. So fuckin wet." he snarls..
"Fuck me harder." You coax.
"Gonna ask nicely stupid girl?"
"Please fuck me⊠harder." You whimper.
"You want me to fuck that cunt harder?" He asked you softly.
"Yes! Fuck me harder!" You scream.
"You want me to fuck you harder⊠you better be loud about it." He states.
You begin to moan louder, your moans and screams bouncing off the walls escaping through the cracks from under your door and out the cracked window.
"Such a good fuck dollâŠ" He mused.
Growling your jaw clenched as you gripped into the pillow ahead of you. Your breathing quickens, feeling him use you like the little fuck doll you are.
"Are you gonna fill me up?" You ask through moans.
"I'm going to fill you to the fuckin brim Buttercup⊠You're gonna fuckin ooze." He chuckled gripping you tightly.
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oh my god i love these prompts!!! could i request Y with sandray? tysm!!
[Y]elling âI love youâ in the middle of an argument + [Q]uieting them with a kiss
Ray was drifting in and out of consciousness when he heard his bedroom door being wrenched open.Â
âRay? Ray?!â
Despite its anxious tenor, the voice was familiar and comforting, but Ray was far too exhausted to open his eyes and see who it belonged to. Instead, he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow with a groan. The voice was very loud.
âJesus Christ, Ray. Are you drunk?!â
Ray groaned again because it was really none of this voiceâs business whether he was drunk or not, but before he could find the energy to tell them to piss off, he was forcibly rolled over as the covers were ripped off of him. He tried to shield his eyes from the sunlight, but it was too late. His retinas burned.
âLeave me alone. Iâm sleeping.â
âSleeping? Ray, have you lost your goddamn mind? You were supposed to meet me at the orphanage an hour ago to complete your community serviceâyou know, the thing youâre required by the government to do or otherwise theyâll send you to jail?â
Ray recognized the voice now and the longer he stared at the blurry figure in front of him, the better Sand came into focus. His cheeks were flushed and he looked angry. He usually did these days.
âIâll reschedule,â Ray grumbled. He didnât understand what the big deal was. It wasnât like it was Sandâs problem.
âRay,â Sand snapped. âYou canât keep doing this!â
âWhy not?â
âBecause itâs irresponsible.â Ray rolled his eyesâwhat a lame excuseâand then reached for the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. He picked it up and was just about to take a sip when Sand snatched it away. Ray glared at him. Sand glared back. âIf you keep going like this, youâre going to kill yourself.â
Ray didnât quite know how to articulate that he really didnât fucking care. He had broken up with Mew the night before, finally forced to come to terms with the fact that Mew didnât love him. That he didnât love Mew. And without that safety net to fall back on, he didnât really give a damn where he ended up. Jail? Hell? It was all the same to him.Â
He climbed out of bed in search of a drink. Sand couldnât gatekeep all of it. There was too much.Â
There was a bottle of wine in the music room, so he grabbed it only to find that it was empty. He tossed it to the side and then went to the mini fridge instead. He found a beer, but before he could crack it open, Sand stole that from him too. Ray turned to glare at him.Â
âIâm not going to let you drink,â Sand said and then held the bottles up in demonstration. âI can do this all day. Iâm sober. You canât outlast me.â
âIâll call the cops,â Ray countered, âand tell them youâre trespassing.â
Sand called his bluff. âGo right ahead.â
Ray let out a shriek of frustration. âWhy do you fucking care if I drink myself to death, anyway? Iâm not your fucking problem!â
âBecause Iâm in love with you!â
The words struck Ray like a bolt of lightning and he suddenly felt more sober than he had in days. He froze, his anger evaporating as quick as it had come, and just stared at Sand who had turned beet red at his own outburst.
âBut you know what?â Sand said, immediately backpedaling. He set the bottles down on the table next to him and began turning towards the door. âClearly, you donât need my help, soâŠâ
He was giving in. He was trying to get away. Ray didnât want to let him go because Sand loved himâdespite everything he had done. Despite everything Ray had put him through. Sand loved him. And Ray was pretty sure that he loved Sand, too. He hadnât recognized it at first because the feeling was so different than what he felt for Mew. It wasnât safe. It was wild and scary and untamed. It made him want to be alive.
âJust show up for your community service, okay?â Sand said as he reached the door. âPlease. Donât go to prison over this, Ray. I donât think I could live with myself ifââ
Ray crossed the room, spun Sand around, and kissed him. Sand let out a soft noise of surprise against his lips, but once he realized what was happening, he relaxed. He kissed him back. When they finally parted, he just stared at Ray, a question in his eyes.Â
âI love you, too,â Ray said. He was sure this time.Â
Sand smiled at him so brightly that it warmed him from the inside out and for the first time in a very long while, Ray wasnât craving alcohol. Instead, he kissed Sand again.
For the Fluff Prompt ABCs
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Okay so if it's okay I have a seb (rbr seb to be precise) request. We all know rbr seb was a menace, chaos lover and flirty (we all love him for that) so enemies to lovers (at least one sided because I have no doubt this man while loving by all grid also hated by some) with seb would be amazing... Imagine all the tension đ«Łđ«Ł but happy ending of course because nowadays I need my healthy dosage of fluff with a bit of angst sprinkle đđđ»
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Lissie note⊠I am SO happy someone finally requested Seb<3 An enemies to lovers too!!! This prompt is pure gold! Really love the one-sided touch too. Thank you!!!
Things to note
This is set to start in late 2010 and progress from there on (only until Sebâs last year at rbr)
Accuracy to real driver standings will be off due to the reader insert
Michael did not get in any accident here<3
Reader is 22 and Sebastian is 23
Reader is with Mercedes, driving alongside Michael (put him instead of Rosberg because Michael knows Seb better. Youâll get it when you read)
Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Mercedes!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, a little bit of cursing
Word Count: 6.4k+
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Taglist: @drugged-kitkat , @darleneslane
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A master of your art. Thatâs what you liked to think of yourself as. You werenât driven by fame or money. Rather the excitement of the rush. The feeling of hitting each apex just rightâ you relished in it. If there was one thing you really were driven by, however; it was winning a championship. Youâd won a few races in your career and had your national anthem played for everyone to hear, but no more of that. Your sole goal was to receive the title above all other titles.
Your dreams of such were cut short by one Red Bull driver. Sebastian Vettel. You sat there at the prize-giving ceremony, waiting for Formula One racers to be called up. Michael sat next to you with Corinna. She gave you a sympathetic smile, knowing you missed out on the championship and landed 2nd overall.
Michael claimed Sebastian meant no ill will. He was just young and spirited. You begged to differ. The smirk heâd give you after winning a race begged to differ. His whole⊠shtick⊠begged to differ.
Alonso was called on stage to receive his award for landing 3rd, which meant that you had to be ready to receive yours too. You brushed down the sides of your dress, asking Corrina if you looked okay. She seemed surprised youâd even ask such a question but reassured you with a smile and a nod.
When your name was called, a thump in your heart reached the base of your throat. Podium celebrations were one thing, but the prize-giving was an entirely different thing altogether.
Although it was supposed to be a celebration, all you saw was a sea of pitiful glances. Most people knew of your unfortunate position, though many were too afraid to comment on it.
âSebastian Vettelâ Oh the great Sebastian Vettel! Worldâs youngest champion yet! That couldâve been you. Easily. You hated the thought of not being there on the highest step. The young German gave you a wink before he received his massive trophy. You were in front of hundreds of people and the ceremony was being taped, so you did nothing but smile and seem grateful.
Sure, you were actually grateful for receiving anything at all, but it all seemed like pity. All that was left was to throw your own pity party with a pint of Pinot and a sad romance movie.
The interviews were a nightmare. Every single one of them kept trying to sell you their act. All the while the questions surrounded your relationship with Sebastian. One of undoubted hate for one another. At least on your side.
You didnât even bother going back to the hotel. The after-party was the one thing you actually looked forward to. The booze, mainly. Anything to drown out your sorrows, really. Oh, how you despised all the small gestures people did for you as an act of congratulating you. Your mixed feelings nearly slapped the vodka shot out of a waitressâ hand. You were a menace in this state.
âEasy on those shots, you came here alone. Wouldnât want to go home too wasted.â A voice came up behind you.
âWell, thatâs a little too late, Hamilton.â His look was that of genuine concern. He knew what you were doing. He knew exactly what that vodka was for.
âYouâll get him next time. At least youâre on the podium, right?â Great. Even one of your closest friends started to pity you.
âFuck off, would you?â Luckily, he was very understanding and didnât take any of your words to heart. He got out of your way and went to socialize. Thatâs when the coin fell. You were alone. He was right. You had no means of getting home. Taxis were rare in that part of town, and your hotel was far away. You were really in a pile of shit.
âWhatever,â you mumbled to yourself and one-shotted a sipping whiskey. It burned your throat with vigour and surged through your body like a pest.
Completely wasted, you felt extremely hot. It didnât cross your mind to take a breather outside. No, instead, you slowly pulled the sleeve of your dress down. With your shoulder exposed, you could only chase that relief of cool air.
That attempt? Cut short. By none other than Sebastian Vettel. Perhaps a championship in interference would serve him well. He stopped you and pulled your sleeve back up. It felt like an insult. Another jab that he wanted to throw your way.
âFuck off and let me do my thing,â you kept aimlessly pulling at your sleeve. The feat was just as great as your races against him.
âStop it. Youâre drunk.â
âWow, I hadnât noticed. You want another trophy for that discovery?â The friction against the soft satin of your dress eventually made it tear. Both of you froze before you got up and b-lined towards the exit. Anything to get away from him. You pushed through the masses of people in the club and eventually got outside.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to rip your dress.â Much to your misfortune, the constant bother had followed you outside.
âYouâve already ruined more than just my dress. Must you ruin the rest of my night too?â You looked him deep in the eyes. You didnât even have to act like youâd given upâ because you most definitely had. No question.
âIâm about to make your night bearable if youâll let me.â He took off his blazer and wrapped it around you, so you wouldnât catch a cold in your skimpy dress. You hated the sentiment. You hated his whole âholier than thouâ personality. Why? Because it was for show. He was nothing but a monster. He was behind many of your crashes and never gave you any space. You resented him for his quirky little stunts.
âWhatever, youngest world champion.â You couldnât help but scoff at the title. He had played foul to win it. That title shouldâve been yours, but no. Sebastian Vettel stole your glory.
âCome on, donât be like that. At least value your own well-being. Letâs just get you a coffee to sober up with. You can curse me out as much as you want in the morning.â He tried to guide you forward, but you hunched over and up came all of your vodka shots. He held your hair back as you emptied out the contents of your stomach. It was revolting. You felt disgusting.
âI sure hope I wonât see you in the morningâ let alone tomorrow.â Not exactly the toughest thing to say when youâre coughing for your life.
âYou wonât even remember this, you know?â
âMakes it better. Then I donât have to remember how I actually spent more than 10 minutes alone with you.â You were still hunched over, but the snarkiness in your voice triumphed that.
âYou really dislike me, donât you?â He chuckled.
âSebastian Vettel, I hate you.â
The Red Bull champion ended up being right. You had completely forgotten about the exchange. Someone had hailed you a taxi and youâd drunkenly gotten yourself to your hotel room. Thatâs how you remembered it. You were still bitter about the ceremony and Sebastianâs selfish attitude. Sure, youâd expect nothing less from a racer, especially in Formula One, but he was a different kind of heartless. He mocked you. He didnât care if he hurt you on track. That was your own fault.
Sebastian Vettel was your sworn enemy.
The media had become desensitized to your drama with him, as something always happened at every race. It was impossible to not argue with the guy. All he cared about was winning and he wasnât in the sport to make friends. It was almost as if he wanted to be hated. You simply couldnât understand how he and Lewis managed to get along. They somehow managed to separate their work from their friendship. You had that relationship with most of the grid, but Sebastian was too unsportsmanlike for your taste. Michael always tried to reason with you, often softening the blow of some of Vettelâs words, saying he âdidnât mean itâ or was âjust worked upâ. You looked up to Michael, but you could never back that. It was bull. Sebastian had no redeeming qualities. He was overly flirtatious and aggressive. You hated that.
Every interview he had with a woman was met with his flirty remarks and his devious smile. You always had to sit there and soak in his gloating. He was insufferable.
âI really donât see what the problem is. Heâs just really obsessed with his career, no?â You had invited your friend out for brunch before your plane. The first race of the season was in Australia. Mark Webberâs home race. A challenge for Sebastian. Mark was tired of his teammate. Much like yourself. You could smell a possible truce. Although thatâd be foul play. Unsportsmanlike of you. Were you going to be the bigger person? Of course. You were mature.
âHe makes me want to crash my car into his. I should definitely do that in Australia.â You were not mature.
âYou donât mean that. Besides, itâs not even that deep. You donât have to make something big out of the rush he gets from being in the moment. Donât you also cuss at your engineer from time to time?â She had a valid point, but it went into one ear and straight out the other. You loved her to death, but she was spewing nonsense.
âSebastian is an asshole. Thatâs the bottom line. Whose side are you on anyway?!â You scolded. She twirled her fork in the pasta and let out a faint chuckle.
âOf course, Iâm on your side⊠but you canât lie. Sebastian is cute.â It was official. Your friend was possessed.
âIn what world? I told you about his dirty tricks. How is he still cute?â He was the devil in disguise. Some drivers were able to see it, but most were gullible enough to even befriend him. Your hatred didnât come from a place of jealousy. It came from a place of being cast aside because of him. Time and time again. It was tiring, and you couldnât do anything about it. The Mercedes car wasnât nearly as fast as Red Bull. You desperately wanted it to be.
âWhatever. What Iâm saying is, maybe heâs not all that bad off-track.â Oh, but he was. His flirtatious behaviour off-track was nearly as bad as his insufferable one on track. You couldnât stand it.
âHe is. I donât know what to tell you.â
Your friend drove you to the jet and the two of you exchanged a few hugs and whatnot. She wished you good luck before you got on.
Inside, you saw many familiar faces. Michael being one of them. He pointed to the seat across from his own and signalled for you to sit. When you did, he leaned forward and you could already tell he was going to talk about your least favourite driver again. For whatever reason, he was set on trying to change your mind. âSeb is not a bad personâ, âHeâs just young and hot-headedâ, and âHe doesnât know any betterâ⊠all of those excuses meant nothing to you. Sebastian was just that; a dirty driver.
âSo, letâs find a way to beat him this year, yes?â You were taken aback. He never said something like that. Sure, heâd console you and help you through your sorrows of finishing behind Vettel, but he was always neutral. Never on either âsideâ. Though he did tend to seem like he was on Sebastianâs.
âWeâre in a Mercedes. I donât see any way for us. Itâs just straight down on the charts. I mean, will I even be able to land a podium this year? I heard McLaren have been pulling their weight for this year. Like⊠a lot.â Michael contemplated what to say for a moment, but tried to console you nonetheless. He was a father, so heâd gotten quite good at that.
âWe can still put up a good fight, right?â
âI suppose.â You could only hope for a miracle. Christian Horner was unrelenting with his new golden boy, Sebastian. The Red Bulls were unstoppable. You had no other choice but to follow Michaelâs spirit. Just put up a good fight.
Sebastian Vettel, I hate you.
It was practice day. You were getting ready, suiting up, and seating yourself in the car. Your heart was beating fast. It had been a while since you last sat in a real car. Youâd done your fair share of sim racing whilst on break, but it was nothing compared to the real deal.
âGood luck,â your engineer clapped your helmet before you were released. The car felt surprisingly great. It was smooth and you felt like it synced well with your driving style.
Then came Sebastian. Again. He sped past you. Although you couldnât see him, you just knew he was smirking behind that helmet of his. He relished in your mental torment. It was his source of amusement.
You finished P3. Lewis finished P2 and Sebastian, yet again, finished P1. It was only the first round of practice though. You promised yourself that youâd do everything in your power to finish P1 in the qualifying session.
You didnât keep your promise. You fell short and landed a finishing spot at P2. Devastating, but your team was happy you got a front-row start anyway. Whenever the interviews finished, you tried to find Michael. Only to see him chatting with him. They were having a laughâ joking around. The sight made you furious. Again, not in jealousy, but the sheer thought that Michael fell for Sebastianâs shtick.
âHey, Michael. Could we talk? Thereâs something about the car.â The interjection was abrupt and one might even call it rude, but did you care? Absolutely not. You had no reason to whatsoever. It was Vettel after all.
âActually, I was just saying goodbye to Sebastian. Corinna is waiting for me outside. How about you tell me tomorrow? Maybe talk to the engineers too. Anyways, see you guys!â Just great. You sighed as you watched your teammate leave.
âThatâs some rejection,â said the German standing next to you. Ugh. Wrong German.
âWhat do you want?â
âLetâs grab coffee sometime soon.â What? You were used to his flirty remarks being directed at the interviewers and whatnot⊠but this?
âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me.â Unbelievable. He was unbelievable. You scoffed and put your hand in front of his face before walking off. Giving him the satisfaction of an answer wasnât exactly your style, and it wouldnât ever be.
âYou didnât say no!â He yelled from behind you. Ignoring him, you made a turn so that youâd disappear from his sight. His presence was exhausting and downright draining.
Sebastian Vettel, I hate you.
âBox box,â said your engineer. You were on hards and chasing Sebastian who was on hards as well. It made no sense to pit after a mere 23 laps.
âAre you sure? Iâve got a good chance here. I donât think itâs time. We didnât discuss this.â The original plan was to pit when Sebastian would, and it seemed like he was going to do a one-stop.
âWeâre sure. You need to get on mediums. We just switched Michael too. Get in.â You sighed and got ready to slow down in the pit lane. It was painful to see Sebastian take the win like that. P1 felt like a distant dream for you at that point.
âThis better work. I swear, this better fucking work.â You were beyond frustrated about your current position in P8. The pit stop had taken longer than expected, making you lag a few places behind. Oh, how you couldnât stand the idea of Sebastian rubbing his victory in your face. His first victory of the season.
You upped your game, completing smooth overtake after smooth overtake. All the way up until you regained your position right behind the Red Bull. There was a slight problem though. The car was starting to feel unusually hot. Sweat trickled down your face and the visor looked as if it was raining. You werenât going to report rain though, as you knew your team would if there was any.
âFuck, guys, itâs too hot!â You yelled over the radio. As expected, all your engineer replied with was a simple âcopyâ. It was swift communication, you knew that, but it sure as hell was frustrating. It felt like you werenât getting any attention at all.
Your team performed pit stops rather quickly, which was a plus whereas everything else was a minus. It didnât cancel out, but at least it helped combat some of the other problems your car had.
As most had predicted though, you were unable to overtake Sebastian or his new nickname âthe fingerâ, and were stuck in P2. You couldnât even enjoy the podium celebration. Sure, you sprayed some champagne and chugged a bit, but did you enjoy it? Not particularly. Michael had told you to not worry and just give it your all, but it was hard to forget when Vettel was in the way. His smug grin as he held his trophy and stuck his pointer in the air⊠you wanted to crush his ego. So bad. You were going to relish in the moment when Sebastian would lose out on a championship. It was going to be an unforgettable moment to be sure.
âYou canât be satisfied, can you?â Sebastian came up to you after the celebration. He was the last person you wanted to see at that moment, but his gloating was inevitable. Might as well get it over with.
âNot by you, I canât.â
âYou must know how that sounds.â Yeah, you were going to lose your mind. He successfully pulled off a tasteless and baseless trap. You walked straight into it like an insect stuck in a spiderweb.
âWhatever.â You took off your race suit, leaving on the fireproof suit to cover your body for the time being. It was already hot enough as is.
âCute.â Youâd gotten used to his little flirty remarks and comments. It was basically white noise.
âYouâre not.â
âI was referring to you, you know.â He was quite literally impossible.
âMust you really make me suffer with your presence any longer? Isnât winning and doing your little finger thing enough?!â When you started raising your voice, it grabbed peopleâs attention, so the young Red Bull driver pulled you with him to his motorhome.
âDid I not just enlighten you about my discomfort in your presence or did I daydream that?â You scoffed at him and pulled your arm from his grip.
âLook, Iâm done trying to ignore your contempt for me. Do you seriously think that I will apologize for winning? This isnât grade school. I was driving, I was faster, I won. Simple as that. If you canât accept it and take the loss, then you really shouldnât be racing.â Your heart sank to the bottom of your chest. Each sentence was like a dagger to the chest. You felt every little soul-crushing word in your gut.
âWow⊠you really are more of an asshole than I thought. I donât care that you won. I care that you gloat. I care that you donât care about me. You donât care about any of the others. We could die for all you care. Do you want me to die? Is that it?â All rationality had left your mind the moment he insulted you. Red was all you could see.
âYouâre twisting my words. I merely said that I wonât apologize for winning. I never said I wanted anyone injured.â He was right, and you knew that. Deep down, you knew that he was just like you. Passionate about the sport. The only difference was that he was in a winning car⊠and you unfortunately werenât. Was it his fault? You were too blindsided by rage to even consider any other possibilities.
âBy the way you drive, I beg to differ.â
âYouâd be lying to me and yourself if you were to tell me youâve never gotten caught up in the moment. You know exactly how that feels.â He somehow had a counter for everything you threw at him.
âWhat about your constant flirting? Why do you keep rubbing your victory in my face like that?â The look on his face contorted into that of a confused one.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked, obviously at a complete loss.
âYou asked me out for coffee.â You said whilst confidently crossing your arms over your chest.
âYou seriously think thatâs a front for something?â He almost found it amusing. The way you overanalyzed his motives.
âYou donât think a guy can be the least bit interested in you?â Before you had the chance to respond, Mark walked in with Christian behind him. That was your cue to leave, so you did without hesitation.
Sebastian Vettel, I hate you.
It had been a good while since you last had a real talk with Sebastian. A few years to be exact. The jabs and games were still happening. Neither of you had dared address any of it, but one thing remained stuck in your head like a broken record; âYou donât think a guy can be the least bit interested in you?â Every day and night, that thought passed through the thousands of others. It stood out. It was like the moon in a starry sky.
During those years, Michael had retired. It broke your heart, but seeing as Lewis replaced him; it wasnât all that bad. Mercedes had gotten increasingly better as wellâ which meant that you had a better chance at beating Sebastian for every year that passed.
Lewis, being one of your closest friends on the grid, agreed to help you win your first championship. The Red Bulls had their run. It was time for Mercedes to shine. You needed to win.
âLewis, I donât think I can do it this race. There are too many low-speed corners. Red Bull will take this one home⊠Sebastian will take this one home.â You sat in your garage and moped as Lewis leaned against a pillar opposite you.
âItâs fine. Theyâre basically useless in high-speed corners this year. Besides, you already have 3 wins over him. Just one race wonât hurt. Well⊠itâll sting, but see if you can land a podium, yeah?â Did you even want to try? You knew that Sebastian would mock you either way. It was almost as if your world didnât revolve around the championship anymore. It was all about him. All about Sebastian.
âYeah nah. I donât think I can.â You stared at your feet. The race shoes were starting to feel clammy around them.
âDo you really believe thatâs the mindset of a winner? No. Just think about doing whatever you can do. You donât have to care about anyone else when youâre out there. Let yourself loose.â Lewis was right. You did care too much. You seldom crashed into anyone, all because you cared for their safety.
You ended up winning. You didnât know how it happened or what you did to make it happen. Lewisâ words just kept swirling inside your brain; âLet yourself loose.â
You stood patiently and waited for the interviewer to finish up with P3 and P2, watching as Sebastian looked ever so disappointed. It was humorous. You felt amazing. The other wins you lorded over him didnât feel that liberating. They felt good, but not great.
ââAnd hereâs the deadly Mercedes! You were on fire today! We did not expect this aggressive approach from you. It was breathtaking. What did you do differently?â That was the question. What did you do differently? You stopped caring. You remembered you werenât in the sport to make friends. You were there to win.
âI mean, I did what I had to do, really. I focused on winning and I listened to great advice. I simply just won.â The interviewer looked at you with a question mark etched onto her forehead but didnât press further on that question.
âI know your first loss to Sebastian proved quite upsetting, would you say the tables have turned?â She smiled at you. It was clear from the beginning that she was on your side. After all, being the only female racer on the gridâ you had a magnetic effect on fans of the sport.
âI canât say for sure yet, but I can definitely hope!â Your voice was cheery and sweet, but that was just a front. You couldnât wait for his downfall. Standing on that stage at the ceremony, watching all life drain from Sebastianâs eyes. That was your goal.
People had every right to tell you off, but at what cost if you didnât care? Lewis had just helped you unlock the very thing that could potentially destroy the smug Red Bull driver.
Sebastian Vettel, I hate you.
The season was going smoothly. Fans roared in your favour and even threw gifts at you whenever you went on the scene. Yours and Sebastianâs roles had switched. You were the new fan favourite. Everyone could attest to that fact.
There was a slight thing bugging you, however. The many Instagram and Facebook fan pages that were dedicated to shipping you with Sebastian. They made edits, they came up with extreme theories⊠It was mortifying.
People in the Mercedes garage werenât quiet either. If anything, they were even worse. Constantly bugging you about your âobviousâ chemistry with Sebastian and whatnot. Which, in your opinion, didnât exist.
You only harboured hate for the man. He was foul. Through and through⊠right?
Lies. Although you didnât dare tell anyone, you didnât quite hate him anymore. After letting go and caring less, you felt like you could finally see things from his perspective. It made you realize that he just wanted to win. Well, on top of mocking you. That was what had your mind in knots. He claimed he only teased you because of your reactions, but he refused to acknowledge your obvious distaste for it.
He had, however, begun to limit his snarky comments and cruel smirks. He actually started distancing himself. He rarely spoke to you and only ever interacted with you when the two of you landed a podium together.
You felt like something was missing.
âHey, what are you thinking about?â Lewis asked. The two of you were sitting in your respective chairs in the cooldown room. He had somehow scored a P2 finish, with you upfront and Vettel in P3.
âOh, nothing. Sorry. Zoned out, I guess?â You stretched your arms and wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead. Sebastian watched you throw the towel onto Lewisâ lap. Your teammate threw it back and the two of you shared a silly moment.
Something brewed inside the young Red Bull racer. He had been slacking off. He knew that all too well. His teammate, Daniel Ricciardo, was going to outscore him. There was nothing he could do about it. Not when Mercedes had gotten the upper hand. Not when you were in the way. The only pain he felt was from watching you with Lewis. He despised seeing you all happy-go-lucky. That was it. No, it wasnât. He hated seeing you joke around with the other drivers. The sight of you laughing at a mechanicâs joke? His blood boiled.
The courage he once had was slipping. Much like his performance. He couldnât focus on winning when losing was his only way to reach his ultimate goal.
âWe should probably get going. Time to listen to your national anthem⊠yet again,â Lewis jokingly sighed and ruffled your hair, whilst you rolled your eyes with a chuckle.
You saw a cheerful sea of Mercedes employees. A 1-2 finish. Any team would be ecstatic if their drivers pulled that off.
Sebastian stood next to you. He couldnât bring himself to muster even the smallest smile. Putting it mildly, his plan was starting to look like it had gone to shit. Not only was he losing the races, he was losingâŠ
âLew, look at this,â you grinned. Lewis obliged and was met with a burst of champagne. He let out a small yelp before picking up his bottle and spraying you.
Although he probably had a reason, you were beginning to hate how Sebastian never even spoke to you. The only solution; spray him. You poured a cold shot down his neck, to which he jerked his shoulders forward in an uncomfortable motion. It made him smile. Your heart swelled with some form of comfort in knowing you could make him feel some sort of joy.
Was that Lewisâ design all along? Making you see things from Vettelâs perspective? Perhaps. Whatever it was, you knew that your hatred for him had faded. This was replaced with stealing small glances and a spike in your heart rate when he was near.
You often felt your heart pump thickly in your throat. Your insides were littered with butterflies. You felt all jittery around him. Well, until he stopped with his flirting. He completely stopped interacting with you. It had your stomach in a twist. Were you too late? Did you not do enough?
âYou donât think a guy can be the least bit interested in you?â
You knew exactly who you had to see.
It was perfect, given that the next race wasnât that coming weekend. You decided to give Michael a call, asking if you could see him at his house in Switzerland. Him being something of a father figureâ said yes.
It was time to dig into the past. Not through the eyes of who you once were, but who you became. You were able to see things from every angle. Sebastian had clearly flirted out of sheer fun and mischief, but something underlined that cause. You. It was foolish of you to be so blinded with rage and hatred, that you couldnât see him for what he was. A man who was struggling to keep your undivided attention. You werenât yet convinced, but surely Michael would be able to set you straight.
You first greeted Corinna and the kids, who were not so much kids anymore. Michael came down to give you a hug and invite you to his cosy home office. He brewed some tea and placed it on the table.
âItâs so nice to see you again. I havenât quite gotten used to retirement, but I did it once before, so I can definitely do it again!â He chuckled.
âIâm glad youâre still holding up well. Iâm sure youâll be thrilled to know that Mercedes is leading at the moment.â You smiled at him and took a sip of the tea heâd made for you.
âI have been following up. I watch almost every race, actually. Whenever my kids have time, we throw on the sports channel and watch you and Sebastian. Thatâs to say they always have time for that. In fact, my son, Mickâ his dream is to race for Mercedes.â Mick was growing steadily and did karting regularly. You didnât see why he wouldnât be able to earn a seat at Mercedes eventually.
âAbout that⊠I came here for advice⊠regarding Sebastian.â As embarrassing as it was to beat around the bush, saying things like that outright was not exactly your fortĂ©.
âWhat, did he finally confess?â You were dumbstruck by his sudden question.
âExcuse me? What?â
âWell, you see, he was always coming to me and asking me how to get you to talk to him. I always said that he could figure things out for himself. By your reaction, however, Iâm guessing that didnât exactly work?â He leaned back in his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index fingers.
âHe was crazy about you, I remember. The more riled up you got, the more heâd come to me for advice. It became routine for us to sit and talk, actually.â You had your suspicions, but never did you know that he was actually into you. Those fan pages and edits couldâve only fueled it. Your heart was beating faster and faster. It felt like it was nearly about to burst. Definitely, because you didnât like him like that. You were just starting to sympathize. Nothing romantic. At all. No. Nothing.
âYou know what I think?â Michael added when he saw your tomato-red face.
âI think heâs losing those races on purpose. Just to satisfy your needs. For a long time, he wanted to earn as many world championships as myself, but recently⊠something else seems to be stuck in his mind. I think his priorities lie elsewhere now.â You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration. Your heart couldnât stop going faster than your car on race day.
âI also think you may feel something for him too.â
âThank you, Michael. Truly⊠but I have to go.â You booked the earliest flight out. Needing some time alone with your thoughts.
Michael was almost always right. In this situation? There was no way he wasnât.
Sebastian Vettel, I hate you.
You were back on the top again. The podium was the exact same as the last race. The celebration was grand. It was all pretty much the same. Your focus was more on getting time alone with Sebastian.
After everything had died down, you decided to visit the Red Bull motorhome and knocked on Vettelâs door.
âWhat are you doing here?â He asked with a surprised look on his face, upon opening the door.
âWe need to talk. Invite me in?â He let you walk past him.
âWhat is it? Are you here to blackmail me?â
âWhat? No. Why would I ever do that?â Your face grimaced at his idea.
âI donât know, Iâm just not feeling that great right now.â He was all mopey and looked as if someone had sucked all the life force out of him.
âI actually came to talk to you about⊠um⊠well, us.â You were fiddling with your fingers in your lap, too scared to look him in the eyes.
âUs?â
âI spoke to Michael.â You werenât sure how to lead the conversation from start to finish.
âYou did?â
âHe told me about everything.â Your eyes met his in a flash of awkwardness.
âLook, that was a long time ago andââ
âI donât hate you anymore,â you cut off. His eyes lit up at your words.
âWhat do you mean by that?â Was he really that desperate to hear you say it, or were you too scared to say it?
âI donât know⊠I guess it means you can start flirting with me again or whateverâŠâ you mumbled sheepishly. It felt so embarrassing to tell him face to face. Your heart was thumping louder than the pit stops Mercedes did. Your face was redder than the Ferraris.
âCould we see where this takes us? I mean, if youâd like.â He seemed to be just as embarrassed about it as you. It was kind of cute, actually.
âYes⊠Iâd like that.â Although the conversation was surprisingly short, it left a huge impact on Sebastian. He was more or less depressed on the podium but the interviews that followed? He was a firecracker. He acted as if heâd won the lottery, smiling like an idiot and stealing glances from you here and there. It was an odd but welcome, warm feeling that spread throughout your body.
Who wouldâve thought? Both Lewis and Michael were able to set you straight. You used to care too much. You used to think about yourself only, when it came to Sebastian. It was impossible to put yourself in his shoes until Lewis taught you otherwise. Your feelings? You wouldâve let yourself crush them over time, had it not been for your talk with your mentor.
Much time passed, and you had won races upon races. You were still getting much-needed advice on everything from races to simple daily routines, by Michael. Sometimes you went to Lewis. He was easier to reach and you were always able to have quick conversations with him before the races. Everything had accumulated to the current momentum. The glory that you were about to relish in. The people you were about to make proud.
You sat in your seat with Sebastian on your side. He had only recently asked you to be his. It took some dates and deep, meaningful talks before you got there, but the wait was worth it. Life had never felt better. You were completely enamoured with Sebastian. The feeling was more than mutual. He was helplessly and irrevocably in love with you.
He was called to the stage as 3rd overall. The crowd cheered, but you cheered the loudest. If you had told your past self that you would be cheering him on at the ceremony, you wouldâve never believed yourself.
Lewis was called next and you were called last. Sebastian couldnât stop smiling at you. People were cheering and you were in a state of euphoria.
Your trophy was the biggest, brightest, and most grand in the room. However, it could never compare to the adoration on your boyfriendâs face, as he saw you hoisting it up into the air.
After all the interviews and the longest ride back to your hotel, you crashed onto your shared bed with your lover. The two of you stared at the blank ceiling, feeling a state of absolute tranquillity. The two of you had come so far.
âIâm so proud of you.â Sebastian turned his head to face you.
âThank you, Seb.â You followed suit.
âDo you think we wasted too much time?â You asked. In all honesty, a tinge of guilt hit you every now and then. If only you had come to terms with yourself and your feelings earlierâŠ
âAll that time was worth hearing you tell me that you love me. I donât think we wasted even a single moment. Everything that has happened so far⊠you know, it all built up to this.â You smiled at him and pulled him into a loving kiss.
Sebastian Vettel, I love you.
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Hello Charlie â€ïž
Once again, congratulations on reaching that milestone đđ€
For my drink order Iâm going with the Negroni Sbagliato (shoutout to Emma DâArcyđ€) and the prompt Iâd like would be this one âi'd say you need someone to put you in your placeâ and perhaps, of course, only if youâre comfortable with that, Iâd like some age gap and perhaps some face slaps (sorry Iâm whore who loves degradation)
Thank you so much in advance â€ïžđđ»
Hey Mina! Thank you so much for coming along to Charlie's tavern for my celebration! It would be my honour to serve you up this WONDERFUL negroni sbagliato, I hope you enjoy it! And thank you for supporting me, I appreciate it!
Warnings | implied age gap, can read as dbf!Joel if you want, teasing, reader being naughty, Joel in his brat taming era, spanking, allusions to smut, reader wears a dress, no use of y/n
Word Count | 463
Join me for a night at Charlie's Tavern to celebrate 4,000 followers!
Youâve been driving him mad all evening. The shortest dress he thinks itâs possible to wear without being obscene, despite this being a family gathering, a knowing look when you âaccidentallyâ dropped your knife on the floor and had to bend down to pick it up and the feeling of your toes dragging up his lower leg beneath the table. Itâs a miracle heâs been able to keep it together until now.
Joel knows he deserves it, heâs been playing with fire by doing this with you. Late nights spend cramped in his truck, your body over his as heâs buried inside you, or the lazy afternoons, some kind of lie to your parents about where youâd be, definitely not spread out on his couch as he eats your cunt like itâs his last meal.
He watches out of the corner of your eye as you drain the last of your beer from your bottle, standing up from your group to announce you need the bathroom and a fresh drink. He doesnât miss the way you wink at him on the way in through the patio doors, like itâs an invitation. One that he doesnât resist against, standing up with his own empty bottle just long enough after youâve gone inside so as not to raise suspicion.
The bathroom door isnât locked when he presses down on the handle, but he makes sure once he closes the door that it is. Youâre washing your hands in the sink, soap foaming over your skin.
âYou think youâre funny?â He asks, taking a step towards you as you run water over the suds.
âHilarious, actually.â
And it sets him on fire, makes him burn and flare, because you have him right where you want him, wrapped around your finger like this. He closes the gap, hands fished under your dress to squeeze at the meat of your ass.
âYâknow what I think?â He asks, meeting your eyes in the mirror, âIâd say you need someone to put you in your place.â
You raise your eyebrow at him in the mirror, almost daring him to go on, so he does. He raises his hand, and brings it down against the bare skin of your ass cheeks, revelling in the gasp you let you, so he does it again, this time harder, testing the waters to see how hard he can spank you until you start really making noise.
âBet if I sunk my fingers into you, youâd be soaked?â He offers against the skin of your neck.
âMaybe you should find out?â
âAnd reward you for that show out there?â He scoffs, âI donât think so baby.â
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Hello :) if your requests are still open:
This is my first time requesting something so please ignore this if Iâm doing something wrong.
I saw the 150 Random Writing Prompts and was thinking of a jealous Hunter smut. (Or Echo, if you find it more fitting)
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143.: âAre you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?â
And if itâs ok ( I could not decide, sorry)
97.: if you interrupt me one more timeâ so help me godâ
93.: say you want me, and iâm yours.â
Thanks đđ» You are an awesome writer!âš
Thank you so much for the request, anon! You did nothing wrong at all! I was able to work in all three, but Iâm incapable of writing anything short, so this is kinda long - oops. Hope you like it! <3
Bonus point if you spot the Taylor Swift lyric I managed to weave in!
Green Doesnât Suit You
With the whole squad safely back on Pabu, you settle into a comfortable civilian life. But the yearly Celestialis festival, said to bring good fortune for the next year to those who attend, brings with it something you never thought youâd have.
Pairing: Hunter x f!reader
Word count: 6.5k
Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!
Warnings: jealousy, friends to lovers, pet names, old lady shoving her oar in, Omega is a fantastic wing-woman, confessions of love, first kiss together, squint for possessiveness, being (lovingly) manhandled, first time together, oral (f!receiving), unprotected PiV, dirty talk, soft aftercare, all the fluffy feels.
The air was stifling, not only from the heat outside but the warmth emanating from both ovens in the kitchen of your new home on Pabu.
The house had been a gift â the fanciest gift youâd ever received â from Shep and the other island residents. A thank you for all the hard work you, the boys, and Omega had put into rebuilding their island after the freak tsunami.
All seven of you, living together in a space infinitely bigger than the Marauder or your old barracks. It was heaven.
âWe still need to get those tanks moved.â Omega grumbled, grabbing a clean tray and loading it with the latest batch of cooled cookies youâd made. In the sitting room, just visible through the kitchen doorway, were two bacta tanks. Where Phee had managed to procure them from was still a mystery, but theyâd saved Crosshair and Techâs lives after you, Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker had stormed Mount Tantiss to rescue Omega and the twins. The brothers had been worse for wear â it was still a miracle Tech had survived his fall.
âIâll speak to Phee in the morning.â You added it to your mental list, skirting around an open cabinet door.
Today was the Celestialis festival, where Pabuâs residents came together to wish for good fortune for the year ahead. Once Shep and the islandâs organising committee had caught wind of how good your baking skills were, theyâd pulled you into the fray. For weeks, youâd been planning and purchasing ingredients and trying different recipes. And for the last few days, youâd been baking all hours of day and night â with varying levels of assistance from Omega and her brothers.
Four years ago, when the war had broken out, youâd signed up as a civilian handler. Fresh out of college and with nothing lined up, it had seemed like a good idea. While other handlers stayed on Kamino and supported their squads from a distance, the moment youâd read the files for Clone Force 99, youâd known that youâd need to be at their side constantly. They had a habit of veering off track, and handling that from afar would only give you a permanent migraine. So, after signing a hefty waiver with the Kaminoans, youâd been handed some armour, a blaster, and directions to the hangar.
Three years, youâd fought alongside them, learning the best ways to manage them and their unique skill set, building bonds and friendships far deeper and more meaningful than anything youâd ever had before. This last year, since Order 66, had brought its own challenges, too, but it has also brought you Omega.
Grabbing another tray from a cupboard, you pass it over to the young girl, watching as she loads it up with more cookies. Sweat beads on the nape of your neck, and you sigh, lifting your hair to try and get some air to it.
Omega, forever perceptive, abandons the cookies to help tie your hair back. From a small pot on the counter, she goes to grab a hairband, but at the last minute, you redirect her to the strip of fabric that sits nearby, the two of you sharing a look.
Itâs another hour before youâre ready to leave for the festival. The boys had headed out mid-afternoon to help set up, taking their dressier clothes with them to spare themselves the walk back to the house and to not get in your way as you finished up. As infuriating and stubborn as they could all be at times, their thoughtfulness was unparalleled.
Dragging wagons laden with treats up to the central plaza, you and Omega work quickly to lay out all the goodies on the tables Shep had set aside for you. You hoped there would be enough for everyone, especially as other food was on offer, too. Stepping back from the tables, you take a deep breath.
âFinally left the kitchen, eh?â Echo teases as he approaches, the rest of the boys in tow. Heâd tried to help as best as he could over the last few days, but baking with one hand had been less than ideal. Ultimately, heâd sat at the kitchen table and kept you going with conversation and caff breaks. And heâd chased Hunter off a few times when that keen nose of his had brought him sniffing around for treats to âsample.â
You watch as Omega passes a star-shaped cookie over to Wrecker, and the delight on the big manâs face as he devours it fills you with pride. âIf I step foot in that kitchen again at any point in the next two weeks, please shoot me.â You joke, the corners of your lips curling into a smile.
âDeal.â Crosshair teases, toothpick sliding to the other side of his mouth as he reaches for a Roonan lemon cookie. His appetite hadnât returned much since his rescue from Mount Tantiss and time in the bacta tank, but he was trying to eat a little more each day so you wouldnât worry about him. Â
âHey!â You protest playfully, the boys chuckling as Crosshair takes a small bite, throwing you a wink. Light conversation flows between you all, broken up by the occasional island resident swinging by for some treats. The music starts, and more residents arrive, joining the festivalâs spirit, dancing together and laughing.
Hunter canât keep his eyes off you. For the last four years, heâs seen you in blacks and armour, with the recent addition of sweatpants around the house, and yet now youâre in a dress. A light and airy thing with delicate straps that cross over your shoulders, the fabric cinched in at your waist to accentuate the soft curves of your body. Heâs sure itâs the same shade of aqua that paints his pauldrons, too. The thought has a strange sensation sweeping through his gut.
The sound of someone calling your name snatches his attention and drags his thoughts back to the present. As you turn towards the person calling for you, he canât help but steal the opportunity to admire you. Eyes raking up your bare legs, across your hips and ass that heâs imagined grasping many times, over the smooth plane of your back to the curve of your neck and thenâŠ
The entire galaxy might as well cease to exist as his mind goes blank.
Wide brown eyes lock onto the scrap of red fabric keeping your hair up, and that strange sensation in his gut slams into him again. There, holding your hair up, is one of his spare bandanas.
His heart races, thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. A torrent of emotions surges within him. He wants to reach out to you, to pull you close and finally tell you how much you mean to him, but he holds himself back. He can't bear the thought of you not returning the sentiment. Maybe it had just been an accident. Maybe his bandana had been the closest thing available.
In the silence of his thoughts, he missed you excusing yourself to talk with one of the islandâs elderly residents, whoâd been calling you over.
âSmooth.â Crosshair deadpans, gaze flicking to Hunter as they watch you go, the rest of their siblings distracted by the food and music.
The slink of his brotherâs voice pulls Hunter from his thoughts, and he frowns in Crosshairâs direction. âWhat?â He asks. Theyâd worked hard to reconcile ever since Crosshair had been deemed stable enough to leave the bacta tank â theyâd broached difficult topics and mended a few bridges as they worked towards getting back to what theyâd had before the Order had been given. It was slow and, at times, painful, but neither of them was willing to give up on each other again.
âYou were staring at her like sheâs pure aurodium. Not that I blame youâŠâ Hawkish eyes slide towards Hunter, a smirk tugging at Crosshairâs lips as he watches his brotherâs jaw clench and his head tilt, a hardness settling across his features.
Crosshair lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the slight rise heâd secured. âGreen doesnât suit you, vod.â He tosses the comment before snatching up a few more of your baked treats, striding away in search of a quiet place to perch. Crowds still bothered him, but he didnât want to avoid the gathering altogether and feel like even more of an outcast.
Across the plaza, youâd reached Mrs. Magiere. The elderly lady had lived on the island for years and had slowly convinced her family to move across the galaxy and join her. She wandered the island around lunchtime, and youâd often crossed paths, sharing polite conversation.
Beside her stood an unfamiliar man. âThere you are, dear. I want to introduce you to my grandson, Dax.â Mrs. Magiere reached for your hand, drawing you closer.
âItâs lovely to meet you, Dax.â You offered the man a smile. He was a little taller than you, with a slender build, perfectly coifed brown hair and piercing green eyes.
Dax tries to keep his gaze on your face, but his eyes betray him for a moment as he takes all of you in. Youâre quite lovely, he must admit. âAnd you. My grandmother speaks very fondly of you.â He replies.
Mrs. Magiere looks between you both with glee. âWhy donât you two go and dance? My old bones canât keep up anymore.â One of her hands finds your lower back, and she gives you a gentle nudge towards Dax.
Warmth sweeps across your cheeks caught off guard and a little uncomfortable, but Dax offers you a reassuring smile and his hand. Not wanting to cause a scene or upset anyone, you take it, letting him lead you towards the plazaâs centre where couples and families are dancing. He stops en route, snagging a delicate pink flower from one of the blossoming vines nearby. With careful hands, he slides it into your hair, leaning back to admire you.
âAnd here I thought you couldnât be any more beautiful.â The compliment comes naturally to Dax as he retakes your hand, leading you to a small available spot amongst the dancing island residents. Â
The warmth in your cheeks grows, and all you can offer Dax is a small smile as he twirls you into his arms once you are amongst the crowd. Laughing softly, you let him lead, the few dance classes youâd taken at college helping you keep up with him.
âYou did a wonderful job with the baked goods.â Dax lays another compliment on you, enjoying your bashful smile.
It felt good to be appreciated for all your hard work preparing for this evening, especially by those outside of your little family. âThank you. What did you like the most?â
Turmoil rolls through Dax. Truth told, he hadnât sampled any of the treats youâd so lovingly prepared, but he knew it was essential to compliment you. âThe oat ones were delicious.â He takes a stab in the dark.
Your smile falters briefly before you fix it back into place. âIâm glad.â You lie in return, not pointing out that you hadnât made oat cookies.
Standing off at the side of the plaza, it took no time for Hunter to find you amongst the crowd. Over the years, heâd memorised the sound of your heartbeat and the delicate whisper of your voice as the light breeze carried it to him. His eyes found you, and his brows furrowed as he watched you gracefully twirl in the arms of another man, a torrent of emotions churning within him. Jealousy, like a venomous snake, coiled around his heart, injecting poison into his every thought.
He couldnât tear his eyes away from you. The woman he loved, whose smile could light up his darkest days, was now smiling at someone else. Insecurity gnawed at him, an unpleasant feeling he thought heâd long buried during his cadet days.
He longed to be the one guiding you across the dance floor, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the galaxy. The realisation that someone else was experiencing that privilege grated on him.
âI donât like him.â Omegaâs voice snapped Hunter from his spiralling thoughts, and he glanced down to see her standing at his side, her own eyes watching you and the unfamiliar man dance.
âHm, neither do I.â Hunter comments, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you twirl again.
It was no secret to Omega how much you and Hunter loved one another, and she was getting tired of neither of you doing anything about it. âThen, why donât you go dance with her?â She asked, injecting as much innocence into her voice as she could muster, wide eyes turning up to look at her brother.
Hunter sighed. Omega had a point â he could quickly end this torture.
âMind if I cut in?â The smoky rasp of Hunterâs voice interrupted your dance, and you turned towards him, offering him a bright smile.
The smile Dax had been wearing dissipated, a faint clench to his jaw as he shook his head while the music changed to something softer. âNot at all.â He lied, taking his hands from you. His grandmother had told him about the man whoâd interrupted, with half of his face shrouded in darkness, and had warned him that you were close. Not willing to go easily, Dax lifted one of your hands to his lips, holding your gaze as he pressed a kiss to the back of it before stepping away a small distance. Heâd wait nearby for another turn.
Your bright smile turned a little uneasy as Dax pressed a kiss to your hand, but relief had your shoulders sagging as Hunter stepped forward, sliding one arm around your waist to pull you close, your hand resting on his shoulder. He took your other hand with his free one, fingers interlacing. âThank you for the save.â You murmured gratefully, knowing that with his hearing, you didnât need to raise your voice to be heard above the music.
âAlways.â Hunterâs answer leaves no room for doubt as he gently leads, moving you both in a slow sway. He canât help but revel in your closeness. Every touch, every brush of your hand against his, feels electrifying, making his heart race with desire. Your warm body is pressed to his, his senses overwhelmed with you.
Warmth and security flood your body with the press of Hunterâs hand on your lower back, igniting a desire to be even closer. The rest of the galaxy canât reach you here, tucked safely in his arms, and for a moment, you allow yourself to forget about everything thatâs happened over the last four years â all the pain and bloodshed, all the horrors and tears. Through it all, Hunter has been a steady presence.
As you sift through the good memories, certain moments stand out. There was that day at the lake on Kintan, where the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The two of you had sat side by side, another successful mission under your belt, your laughter dancing in the air. You remember stealing glances at him, the way the sunlight had caught in his eyes, adding more warmth than you thought possible to those endless pools of brown.
Then there were the late-night conversations while you were deep in hyperspace, where youâd lose track of time, sharing dreams, fears, and secrets. Hunterâs voice, soft yet determined, painted a vivid picture of what he wanted from life after the war.
You could only hope those wants had changed.
Hunter drew his senses in, letting the crowd in the plaza fade into the background as he focused on you, the steadiness of your heartbeat, the feel of your hand in his and your bodies pressed together, and the subtle change to your scent. âYou smell different.â He comments, curious eyes finding yours.
âIf anyone else said that to me, Iâd stomp on their foot.â You laugh, a little caught off guard by the statement. âIâŠâ You trail off, the warmth that had faded from your cheeks now returning. âI stopped wearing perfume while knee-deep in the war, but now weâre out the other side of it. I thought I might try it again.â You admit, head dipping bashfully, before worry laces through you. âIs it too much? I aimed for something I hoped wouldnât bother you and your senses.â
Lips parting at your answer, Hunter blinks with disbelief. Here you were in a sweet little dress, one of his bandanas keeping your hair up, and now youâd dropped on him that you were wearing a perfume picked out with his heightened senses in mind. He groans, desire churning through his veins. âAre you trying to turn me on, or are you really just that oblivious?âÂ
Freezing, you think for a moment that youâve misheard him. âWhat?â You question softly.
Hunter realises his mistake, but itâs too damn late to take the words back.Â
In the following pause, neither of you moving, simply staring at one another, Dax spots his opportunity and steps forward. âCan I cut back in?â
Hunter has to actively stop himself from grunting in frustration at the interruption. âWeâre not done.â He tells him politely, making sure to keep his eyes on you. He knows he has to say something to you. âCyarâika, IâŠâ
Dax huffs, finding it unfair that this man had swooped in and stolen you mid-dance and refused to let him back in. âLook, bud-â
Something snaps in Hunter, and his head whips to the side, eyes narrowing at the man youâd been dancing with. âIf you interrupt me one more time, so help the MakerâŠâ He growls out the threat, no longer caring that heâs being rude. This was too important. You were too important.
Your jaw drops, and you watch in disbelief as Hunter threatens Dax. Your heart races, and for a moment, the tension in the air is palpable. Dax, a bit taken aback by Hunterâs sudden intensity, raises his hands in a placating gesture.
âWhoa, whoa, man.â Dax stammers, realising heâs pushed Hunterâs patience to the limit. He steps back, allowing some space between him and the seething clone.
Hunter takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, regaining his composure. He turns back to you, his eyes softening as he tries to find the right words. "Cyar'ika, I'm sorry. Itâs just... I need to talk to you.â
Your heart still races, but now itâs not just from the tension between the two men. You look into Hunterâs eyes searchingly. âWhat is it?â you ask, your voice filled with concern.
Keeping hold of your hand, Hunter leads you away from the crowd, finding a quiet corner of the plaza where you can talk in peace. The silence lingers for a few minutes as he struggles to find the right words, scrubbing his free hand over his face, having never anticipated this moment would come.Â
Unable to bear seeing him so stressed, you step closer, resting a hand against his chest. His heart thuds heavy under your palm. âHâŠâ You breathe the little nickname youâd given him shortly after joining them all those years ago, which breaks him out of his funk.Â
âYouâre a kaleidoscope of everything beautiful in this galaxy.â He blurts out, catching you off guard. âYour kindness, the way you listen, how you look after everyone around you â youâve had me captivated since the day you waltzed onto the Marauder like you owned the damn thing and introduced yourself. And now, itâs terrifying to think of my life without you in it.â Once the words start, he canât stop them.
âAnd I know weâve been friends for years, and I value that more than anything in the galaxy. But seeing him dance with you and thinking of him doing it againâŠâ Hunter huffs, trying desperately not to get worked up. âI mean, cyarâika, the colourâŠâ He gestures to your dress with his free hand. âAnd youâre using my bandana to keep your hair up, and you picked out a perfume with me in mind...â He trails off, knowing heâs shared so much that he canât return from it, but Maker does it feel good to get the weight off his shoulders.
A small smile weaves onto your lips, even though you know you shouldnât be happy, given the man you love is clearly stressed. âWhat if I told you none of it was accidental?â You murmur, your hand on his chest smoothing across the firm plane of muscle. âThat you didnât misplace your right pauldron the other week â I borrowed it to colour match. And I purposefully asked Omega to use your bandana earlier when she was tying up my hair.â You confess, eyes darting up to watch as surprise paints itself on his handsome features.
âYou know, Iâve spent countless nights replaying moments in my head, wondering if you ever picked up on how my heart races when youâre near or how I canât keep my eyes off you when weâre together. I didnât want to make things awkward or ask for something neither of us could give in the middle of a war. But weâve made it out the other side, soâŠâ Itâs your turn to trail off.
Your words hung in the air, and Hunterâs heart began to race, his body swirling with so many emotions it was difficult to grasp onto any of them. A rush of warmth surged through him, from the tips of his fingers to the depths of his soul. Gazing into your eyes, all he finds is pure, unwavering honesty. Your sincerity was a balm to his fears.
Hunterâs silence unnerves you, but youâre not backing out now. Not when the promise of something so much sweeter is tantalisingly close. âSay you want me, and Iâm yours.â You whisper.
Hunterâs gaze never wavers from yours, and a flicker of relief crosses his eyes as he realises that this isnât a cruel joke or an illusion. Itâs real. The tension between you seems to crackle with anticipation as he takes a deep breath, finally finding the words heâs been searching for. âIâve wanted you since the day you walked onto the Marauder.â He admits softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. âIâve tried to be strong, to protect you and the rest of the squad, to not let my feelings get the better of me. But I canât deny it any longer. I want you with every beat of my heart, every breath I take.â
His confession sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the intensity of his desire in the way he holds you and the way he looks at you. Thereâs no turning back now.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Hunter leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into obscurity, and itâs just the two of you finally giving in to the magnetic pull that has existed between you for so long. The kiss is a promise, a declaration of all the unspoken feelings and desires built up over the years.
As your lips parted, Hunter rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged with emotion. âI want you, and Iâm yours.â He whispers, his voice filled with love and longing.
A radiant smile spreads across your face, and you reply, âIâm yours too, Hunter. Always.â
His smile matches your own as he pulls back a little, though his fingers remain on your face, now stroking across your jawline. âWant to get out of here?â
Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you nod. âThought youâd never ask.â
Hunterâs eyes twinkle with excitement and relief as he takes your hand and leads you away from the plaza, slipping down side streets towards your home. As you walk hand in hand, you can feel the electric connection between you two, a spark that has finally ignited into a full-blown flame.
Halfway there, Hunter pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucks you against the side of a building, his lips finding yours. His kisses are hungry, filled with longing and desire, as if heâs been waiting forever for this moment. And in truth, he feels like he has.
As the kiss breaks, your laughter echoes in the stillness of the night, smile as bright as the stars above as he disentangles from you, drawing you out of the shadows and back towards the house. As you reach the front door, he stops, his free hand moving to your hair, plucking the flower from Dax free. Carelessly, he drops it to the floor.
âHunter!â You exclaim, watching the delicate bloom hit the pebbled path beneath your feet.
Something dark shines in his eyes, sending a thrill through you. âThe only things in your hair should be my bandana,â his hand reaches for your ponytail, giving it a gentle tug as he leans in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. âOr my hands.â
Breath catching, Hunterâs lips meet yours for a passionate kiss. The front door is pushed open, and youâre guided inside, steady hands grasping at your hips as he kicks the door shut behind you both.
Heart thudding as both of Hunterâs hands cup your face; you sink into his touch as his tongue slides between your lips, tasting you. He leads you up the stairs, refusing to break the kiss for even a moment as you reach his room. One hand leaves your face to push the bedroom door shut, and a moment later, youâre pressed up against it, Hunterâs body pining you in place, an arm resting on the door above your head, caging you in. That earlier sense of safety creeps back through you.
Tearing his lips from yours, Hunterâs chest heaves with each breath, a fire licking its way through his veins as you both open your eyes, gazing at one another for a split second. His head dips, mouth leaving a trail of delicate kisses along your throat, groaning as you tilt to give him better access, the prettiest moan sliding from your lips as he laves a kiss to the juncture where your shoulder and neck meet, following it with a quick, gentle nip.
Knees shaking, your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until you can push the fabric off his body. The rough pads of his fingers drag across your bare thighs, breath stuttering as the hem of your dress meets his grasp. He breaks contact just long enough to lean back and lift the garment over your head, letting it fall to the floor.
âFuckâŠâ Hunter curses quietly, eyes roving over your exposed body, the curves and dips of your frame, the swell of your bare breasts. A needy groan escapes him as he realises your panties match the dress, too.
Before self-consciousness can creep in, heâs dragging you to the bed with a hungry kiss, pushing you back onto it, kiss breaking as your back meets the soft mattress. For a moment, you both pause, drinking the other in. Thereâs a wildness in Hunterâs eyes youâve never seen before, a warmth in your cheeks at how his eyes devour you. Youâve seen him shirtless countless times â while sparring or coming out of the fresher, changing, or patching up wounds, but now you can look.
His broad shoulders taper to his narrow waist, and his tanned, toned skin begs to be touched. Half of him is shrouded in black ink, and a burning desire to drag your nails over the ridges of his abs has you licking your lips.
Hunterâs not faring much better, either. The sight of you sprawled on his bed in nothing but a scrap of aqua fabric, lips kiss-swollen, his bandana still in your hair, and your gorgeous tits exposed has him itching to fuck you on every surface, to fill the room with the scent of your arousal and make you scream his name over and over again. âDonât mind me, just enjoying the view.â Hunter breaks the momentary silence, reaching down to palm himself through his pants.
The action draws your gaze downwards, and you watch delightfully as the man you love gives himself a stroke through the fabric.
Hunterâs nostrils flare, picking up on how the simple action drew more of your heady scent from between your thighs. At the foot of the bed, he slowly sinks down onto his knees, eyes never once leaving you. If you smell that delicious, he can only imagine how youâll taste.
Propped up on your forearms, you watch as Hunter sinks down between your thighs, those warm brown eyes focused solely on you. Fingers skim up your calves, feather-light, gently pressing your legs wider as they reach your knees. His head turns inwards, gazes breaking as he presses soft kisses to your thighs, tongue leaving small, slow licks in their wake. He takes his time savouring you, savouring the moment.
Lips brush across the juncture between your thigh and hip, sucking small marks against your skin before Hunter buries his face against your clothed pussy, eyes shut as he presses his nose against your clit, inhaling deeply. Your scent pulls a low growl from him, the vibrations making you gasp. âSo wet already. Iâll take good care of you, I promise.â Hunter vows, tongue pressing forward to lick across the damp fabric of your panties, making your breath stutter at the contact as your head thunks back down onto the mattress, eyes screwing shut.
Fingers prying the material down your legs, Hunter dives back between your thighs, dragging the flat of his tongue through your soaked folds, delighting in the way your hips buck and you cry out. He was right; you taste even more delicious than you smell, and he groans at your tang on his tongue.
Drawing your legs over his shoulders, he settles in, licking long, broad strokes across your pussy, familiarising himself with you. His senses home in on you, mind cataloguing every slight noise you make, every jerk of your hips, the way your breath quickens when his tongue skirts oh so close to your entrance and then circles around your clit.
Needy little whines escape you, every nerve in your body alight as Hunter teases you, lips and tongue exploring you, his nose bumping against your clit to send sparks of desire surging through you. Warmth pools in your belly, and it only grows as the wet warmth of his tongue presses against your entrance, dipping in. âHunterâŠâ You moan out his name, fingers burrowing into his hair as you cant your hips, grinding against his face.
Pride blooms in Hunterâs chest at your response, and he keeps going a little longer before he flicks his tongue up and across your clit, the sounds of your cries of delight like music to his ears. Hands grasping at your thighs, he presses your legs up, almost folding you in half as his tongue sweeps side to side, teasing his way back down your pussy as he has greater access.
The change in angle makes you moan, free hand clawing at the sheets while your hips rock, chasing the delight of his mouth. A light suck on your clit makes you gasp, the warmth in your belly building with every swipe of his talented tongue. Dragging his tongue around the edge of your folds, he draws an arch, skirting around the top of your clit again. âHunter, please.â You crack, desperate for him.
You feel him smile against you, releasing one of your thighs, fingers roaming up your body until his tattooed hand gently squeezes one of your breasts. His mouth is relentless, tongue finding your clit, firmly moving side to side over the sensitive bud as those talented fingers of his tweak your pebbled nipple.
The warmth crescendos, spilling over, and you cry out his name as your release slams into you, making your body shudder, gasping for breath at its intensity.
Hunter works you through the high, and as you whine at the overstimulation, his mouth leaves you, fingers letting go of your nipple to smooth over the soft skin of your breast. âBeautiful.â He whispers reverently, tongue darting out to lick his lips and drink up the taste of you as he watches you come down from the high, your heavy-lidded eyes opening to meet his gaze.
With your hand in his hair, you guide him up your body, small hums of delight leaving you as he peppers kisses across your stomach and chest, laving little licks across your breasts as he drags you further up the bed. He breaks away for a second, using one hand to remove his belt and shuck off his pants.
You watch as he strips completely, acres of tanned skin finally revealed. As he ditches his boxers, his hard cock springs free, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, thighs parting a little wider. You relish the low groan the action pulls from him before he takes himself in hand, fist sliding along his shaft for a few pumps. Heâs average in length but thicker than you expected - anticipation coils through you.
He prowls up the bed, settling above you, letting a little of his weight rest against you. Dark eyes meet yours, and you canât hold back your smile, fingers reaching up to trace along his face. Drawing his head down, you steal a kiss, letting the moment build as your eyes flutter shut, tongues brushing together. Hunter shifts above you, resting his weight on one hand while the other dips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock as he teases the velvety head through your soaked folds. Achingly slowly, he presses forward, your lips parting as you let out a soft moan at the stretch as he eases into you inch by inch.
âThatâs it, cyarâika. Maker, youâre so pretty, taking all of me like a good girl.â He whispers against your lips, enjoying how your breathing changes and your heart races at his words. You feel like heaven as he bottoms out, hips flush against you, chests pressed together as his hand moves back to the side of your head, redistributing his weight.
The stretch as Hunter fills you is exquisite, and your eyes open to gaze up at him in awe that this is happening â that this incredible man is yours. The first slow roll of his hips has your head tilting backwards, a breathy sigh filling the room.
The pace builds, your hands reaching for him, dragging up his back and down his flanks, nails scraping along flushed skin, making him grunt at the combination of pleasure and pain. Desire coils through you, building with every thrust of his hips, every drag of his cock as he pulls out to the tip and pushes back in. He leans down to kiss you, demanding tongue sliding between your lips to taste you.
âYouâre so good for me, so fucking good around me. Made for me.â Hunter growls and the sound of your bodies meeting creates a background of white noise. âWonât last long, baby. You feel too good. Fucking dreamed of this.â He adds, supporting his weight with one hand again, thrusts never faltering as he reaches down to grasp one of your legs, hauling it up. He presses a kiss to your ankle before he pushes your leg towards your chest, the change in angle enabling him to thrust into you even deeper.
Eyes falling shut once again as he drives you closer to the edge, you whine and whimper as his cock repeatedly rubs against your g-spot. The hand heâd used to pry your leg up moves to your breast, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipple again before he gently squeezes. Your name falls from his lips, raspy alongside his command. âCome for me.â
Between his hands, cock, and voice, youâre powerless to resist. Fingers scrambling at his body for purchase, your back arches as you cry out his name, desire bubbling over into a rush of euphoria that sweeps through your body and momentarily renders you speechless. Tremors wrack through you, toes curling as you desperately pant for breath, hazy eyes opening to look up at him.
Feeling you come apart, watching you fall into pleasure beneath him, was more than Hunter couldâve ever asked for. You were beautiful every day, but lost in the throes of an orgasm heâd given you? You were divine. He could feel the pressure building, feel himself teetering on that edge.
âWhere?â The roughness of Hunterâs voice caresses you, warm puffs of his breath tickling your ear from where heâs bent down to bring you both even closer, caging you under him as his thrusts grow sloppy, muscles taut under your hands.
âIn me, please.â You whisper back, and the deep moan he lets out will forever be seared into your mind.
Hunter gives a few final thrusts before he presses in as deep as he can, a guttural sound leaving him as his eyes screwed shut, thighs shaking as he hits his own peak, the pressure evaporating into molten bliss as he gives you everything. Slowly, the pleasure pulls back, like the tide, and he swallows thickly as his eyes open, breath catching at the sight of you.
Youâre gazing up at him like he hung all the stars in the galaxy, indescribable love woven through your features. Carefully, he lowers your raised leg, fingers rubbing to return some of the feeling as his lips meet yours with a tenderness that could only come from years of shared moments, mouths moving in perfect harmony, a slow, sensuous exploration of one another.
Hand sliding to your waist, Hunter holds you still as he gently eases himself out of you, shifting to lay on his side, drawing you against his chest.
You nestle into his embrace. Your fingers trace the contours of his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. The years of laughter and tears, the countless shared experiences, and the trust built over time have all culminated in this moment.
Hunter presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you can feel the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. He draws lazy circles on your back, a comforting motion that brings you a sense of security and belonging.
With your bodies pressed together, you both revel in the aftermath of your lovemaking. The room is filled with a peaceful stillness, and you listen to the soft melody of your combined breaths, knowing that this love is the anchor that holds you both steady in a still-turbulent galaxy.
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Hello
So how would your fankids react to someone proclaiming their love to them? Asking for a friendđđ»
And for scientific purposes ofc
AIGHT HERE YOU GO:
Stellar: Very flustered and wondering if it is a joke. She's never been confessed to before and wouldn't know how to respond! She might make an excuse to leave to avoid embarrassing herself further. đ
Camellia: Has been confessed to numerous times and knows how to deal with it with dignity. She is very aloof with men and is quick to nip any attraction to her in the bud. She would be far more flustered if a pretty girl confessed to her, though!
Thistle: His sister is the one always having suitors chase her around, so he would be DELIGHTED to have someone confess to him!! Being the young prince, he is often overlooked or overshadowed. He's quite the romantic at heart and often dreams of what his future partner might be like!
Jasper: He'd be very amused and would love the attention. He's a total playboy, so he eats shit like that up! If he found the person attractive, he might even entertain a date or two to see if they click. No promises for anything long-term, though!
Jade: Very chill. Would thank the confessor for the sentiment and would even go on a date with them if prompted. Kind of unintentionally a heartbreaker because she treats everyone with the same level of interest. It is very hard to tell if she likes someone more than the usual amount, or if that is just how she is!
Calico: Would be quite touched that someone had feelings for them, and would certainly try to reciprocate, if possible. They recognize how hard it is to put yourself out there and would do their best to give the person a chance!
Mirage: Oh, man. Good luck to anyone brave enough to confess to this jackass. He'd probably just say, "You have good taste," accept the flowers or chocolates and walk off. đ I think the only way someone would be successful in wooing Mirage is if they were someone that managed to get close to him first.
BONUS KIDS FROM OTHER AUS:
Serene: VERY FLUSTERED. Would turn red as a beet and try to hide her face. She might accidentally send the confessor flying with telekinesis, which would make her want to sink into the ground and disappear. đ
Void: He would smirk and accept whatever offering of affection given, his eyes lacking any real light in them. He just assumes it is natural for someone to be attracted to him and cannot imagine any other specimen being able to compete with him. He believes it is logical to desire someone powerful as a mate, and who out there is better than he? That being said, whether he actually reciprocates is entirely determined by what he could get out of the person confessing.
Andromeda: Absolutely gobsmacked. She would have no idea how to react! She would be both happy to be receiving such attention, and horrified because she has no idea how to respond. She might end up sending the person confessing to her flying just to get out of the situation. That being said, she is a lesbian, and while she might enjoy having that kind of attention regardless of gender, she would only ever reciprocate those feelings to another woman.
Polarity: He would think that the person confessing to him was somehow put up to it or trying to prank him. If he was convinced the person was serious, he would be a floundering mess. Like, "Are you sure?" and "ME? You really want ME?". Once he got over the hurdle of his own self-esteem, he'd be really happy someone wanted him that way, regardless if he reciprocated those feelings or not.
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