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marvelouslizzie · 7 months

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Not Lonely Anymore

summary: You hear your roommate Bucky Barnes moan your name while masturbating and it changes everything between you two.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

word count: 3K

warnings: 18+, dry jumping (brief), unprotected sex, daddy kink, metal arm kink, choking, teasing, dirty talk, no mention of y/n.

A/N: Hello hello! I present you the last part of my Lonely Night series. I am so grateful for your interest in the first two parts. I tried to keep my motivation up and give these two perverts a satisfying ending. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did. Your feedback would be much appreciated.

You don't have to read the first two parts to understand what's going on but if you want to, please check my blog/masterlist for A Lonely Night and Same Lonely Night.

Thank you so much @notafunkiller for beta-reading and editing. Daddy kink and choking is for you ✌️

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

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You can’t take your eyes off Bucky while you're processing what has just happened. Your eyes roam around his face and bare chest before falling on his shorts. His erection is pressed against the waistband, carefully hidden away from you but the wetness forming on the fabric betrays Bucky’s intentions. You can’t contain your smile, but Bucky doesn’t see it. He’s too lost in his own thoughts, and when your eyes meet, you realize he is worried and embarrassed. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something in order to end this awkward silence, but you beat him to it.

“Did you just say my name?” It comes out so calm, you even surprise yourself.

You know he did. You heard it with your own ears loud and clear. That’s why you dropped your glass after all. But it was that shocking to you. That unbelievable! So you just want him to confirm it. To make it real and assure you that really happened. Maybe then you will be able to believe it.

“I- I can explain.” You notice the cold sweat forming on his forehead.

He seems like a scared kid who got caught doing something he shouldn’t do. And it’s probably because he thinks he might lose you. You would feel the same way if he was the one who caught you masturbating just an hour ago. God, that would be mortifying, but now that you are on the other side of the equation, all you feel is excitement.

The realization eventually sinks in: he wants you. He actually wants you. That gives you a level of confidence you never had before.

You take a step forward and close the distance. Your lips are on his before he can react. You wanted to do this for a long time, but you had been unsure if he would have wanted it or not. You have a clear answer now, so there’s no need to hold yourself back. It takes him a second to respond to you, but you don’t hesitate. You just keep kissing him and it wakes him up like he has been hibernating for a long time.

His hands wrap around your torso and he pulls you closer. His fingers are digging into your hips like he’s trying to convince himself this is real, and he tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss. His tongue gently slides into your mouth and that makes you moan for the first time. His lips, his tongue… He tastes so sweet. You just can’t get enough of it. It makes you crave him even more, and you don’t know how that is even possible.

Suddenly you push him, hoping to get him back inside his bedroom, but he doesn’t move an inch. He just gives you a dazed look, trying to understand why you did that.

“Work with me. Just move back.” You sound impatient, and he finally understands what you are trying to do.

“Fine.” He raises both of his hands like he’s surrendering, with a smile on his face, then he takes a step back and lets you push him further inside the room. You continue until the back of his knees hits the bed and he falls onto it after one final push.

“Is that what you wanted?” He sounds amused.

“Yeah.” You straddle him without missing a beat, getting comfortable on his lap while he pulls you in for another kiss.

This time it feels a little different. His hands are on your cheeks, holding you still while his tongue explores your mouth. It is the most passionate kiss you have ever had in your life. His erection is standing right there, between your legs and you can’t help yourself… You can’t stop that urge that’s slowly building up and why would you? You’re on his lap, finally doing this. There’s no need to stop yourself from doing what you want. So while he tastes you however he wants, you start to move your hips. After a couple of tries, you find the perfect spot and both of you moan nearly at the same.

He stops kissing you for a second just to take a breath, but he still holds your cheeks with his big hands and looks into your eyes. It’s like he’s afraid you might disappear. You have no plans of disappearing or stopping, though. You keep moving your hips and watching his eyes flutter every time you rub the right spot. It feels good even with the fabric between you two. Yet it’s not enough.

“We should get rid of your shorts.”

“And your panties.”

You raise yourself on your knees, just enough for him to push his shorts down, but you don't give him enough space to take them off completely.

“I don’t wanna use any protection. Do we have to?”

“Well, we don’t have to, but we might need to.” He’s not sure how fertile he is. It’s not like he tried it before, so it’s quite risky. All he knows is he has a lot more come than an average man and that’s a problem when it comes to using condoms. They are practically useless.

“I’m on the pill.” You quickly clarify. You only asked the question to see if he was comfortable with the idea or not.

“Then we definitely don’t need to.” Oh, he’s definitely comfortable. The way he just said it is enough.

He grabs his cock while you pull your panties aside without wasting any time, and you lower yourself onto him while balancing yourself with one arm on his shoulder.

“That impatient?” He taunts you, but he chokes on his words as soon as he feels your wetness. The head of his cock rests between your folds while you answer him:

“Are you not?” You sound relatively normal. Then you keep talking while taking him inch by inch. “Would you rather fuck your fist and fantasize about me?”

He wants to answer you. He wants to say something, but being balls deep inside you makes it harder to do so. He just lets out a low groan while grabbing your ass to ground himself.

You’re not so different from him. The way he stretches you pulls a pornographic moan out of you. You sit still for a second, trying to get used to this feeling. You can’t remember the last time you felt this full. It makes you shiver even without moving. You take your time and he just waits, patiently until you get used to the sensation. After a couple of seconds, you feel confident enough to move.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” There’s a bit of hesitation in his voice, but you don’t notice it because you are lost in the feeling of finally being so full. All of your senses are overwhelmed by it.

You aren’t sure if it’s going to hurt because he’s definitely the biggest you have ever had. So you move your hips slowly and test the waters. There’s something there. Some kind of discomfort. You can’t say you feel uncomfortable, you just need to get used to his size. So you keep moving because there’s this promise of pleasure hidden behind that discomfort. You can nearly taste it and it keeps you going. While trying to figure out the best way to move, you don’t realize Bucky is watching you, carefully. He’s trying to read your expression and see if you are okay. He’s ready to take up the reins or just stop if that’s what you need. His hands gently roam your body, discovering little details about your skin. Like how many moles you actually have.

“No rush. Take your time.” He sounds more like himself, much more confident than before.

You moan because of his words. His voice is deeper and it makes your blood rush. You start to move a little faster and notice how the discomfort slowly fades away. He notices that, too while grabbing your tits with both of his hands. One is colder than the other, and the contrast is dizzying. You lean into him, just to feel him a little bit more, and his grip on your tits tightens.

“God, so fucking pretty!”

Before you can say anything, his mouth is on your right nipple. You feel his tongue flicking over and over again while his other hand rests on the other breast. Then he sucks your nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth graze over it. You grunt because of the mixed sensations. Just when you are about to protest, he lets out your nipple and moves on to the other one. He gives it the same treatment. A mix of licking, sucking, and biting until you can’t contain your movements. Your hips start to move so much faster, making both of you moan loudly.

“God, I wanted to do this for ages!” The words spill out from your lips without much of a thought.

“You did?” He doesn’t miss a beat.

“Yeah.” There’s no point in hiding it anymore, is there?

“Does this mean I am the daddy?”

His question catches you off guard, and you just freeze in the middle of the action.

“You… heard me.” It comes out more like a question rather than a statement.

“Why do you think I was masturbating?”

It takes you a couple of seconds to process what he's just said. He actually heard you. You never used his name, but it doesn’t change the fact that he witnessed something so private. Something you really wanted to hide from him, yet the idea of him hearing you also sets you on fire. Instead of submitting to the urge to get all shy, you decide to ask him what you actually want to know.

“You heard me and instead of making a move, you decided to fuck your fist?”

“What was I supposed to do? Knock on your door and ask if I can replace your dildo?”

“Yeah. Sounds great to me.” You keep moving your hips fast while talking. “Or maybe you are too shy to take what you really want.”

“Shy?” He blinks a couple of times.

“You don’t seem shy but maybe you are. Maybe you are a submissive little boy who wants to just lay here and take whatever I give you.”

You watch his expression change into something so different. It’s not particularly dark, but it feels like it. Before you can say anything else, he just flips you over. Your mouth falls open when your back touches the bed. Instinctively, you try to wrap your legs around his torso, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he pushes your knees back to your chest.

“What are you doing?” Your amazement is evident in your voice.

“Taking what I really want.” It takes a lot of effort to hide your smile. You can’t believe your taunting worked that quickly. “Tell me if it gets too much and I will stop.”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

He waits for you to finish talking and then he starts to move. Your mouth falls open once again but this time, it’s not because you are surprised. It’s because you can’t believe how good it feels. It’s completely different than how it felt when you were on his lap. He reaches deeper inside you in this position, and his hands are still on your legs, pushing you further into the bed. You let out another sinful moan.

“Way better than I imagined.”

“Is it?” A smile lingers on his lips. “Feel free to be as loud as you want.”

“Do you want us to get kicked out of this apartment?” It takes every ounce of strength in you to form this sentence without stuttering. It’s so hard to talk like you aren’t getting railed.

“No, I just wanna hear you call me daddy.”

You can’t help but moan. Shit, he really heard everything. You feel so exposed, but somehow it doesn’t bother you. Is he actually into this? Who could’ve guessed?

“If you want that, you gotta work harder than this.”

“Ask for it.”

“Harder, please.” He waits for daddy to come out of your mouth, but it doesn’t. You really meant what you just said, he needs to earn it.

So that’s exactly what he does. He starts to pound you, just the way you fantasized. He manages to touch every part inside you and fills up in a way that makes you wanna cry. Your moans get louder with each thrust.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Your ears start to buzz. You can feel that your orgasm is close.

“Talk to me, doll.”

He wants to hear you, and you don’t feel like holding back anymore.

“I’m-I’m so close, Bucky.”

“What do you need?” His question is instant. You feel that he’s ready to do whatever you want.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” You take a deep breath just to be able to keep talking. “Just keep going. Please…” Your voice comes out so pathetic, but you can’t brush off the urge to beg him. He would like that, wouldn’t he? You did it while masturbating and he got a hard-on just because of you. “Please, please, please.”

Your words make him groan like he is struggling to contain his excitement.

“I really need it, daddy, please…”

“Fuck, baby.” You feel him losing control. His thrusts are sloppier but he notices that, too. His metal arm moves on your chest and rests there. You don’t know if he’s trying to keep you still or ground himself. Then he looks directly into your eyes, trying to see if that makes you uncomfortable or not. It definitely doesn’t. Quite the opposite, you need his hand on your neck, and you gently grab his metal hand and move it on your neck without breaking eye contact. You watch his eyes widen with the realization.

“Are you sure?” You nod in response, but it’s not good enough for him. “Words, baby. I need actual words.”

“Please.”

That does it. His fingers tighten around your neck, pressing right against your veins, careful not to crush your windpipe.

“Yess.” Your head is thrown back. This is exactly what you wanted.

The way he’s choking you snaps something inside you. It intensifies everything you are feeling at that moment. Your whole body suddenly starts to shake, and it surprises you. You have never reached an orgasm this quickly before.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh god, yes!” Your voice comes out hoarser than usual.

“Look at you.” He taps his fingers on your neck while he keeps moving. “My pretty baby. So good for me.”

You only moan in response, already too lost in the waves of your orgasm. It’s running through your whole body like electricity.

“Look at me! Look into my eyes.” He sounds so commanding and you listen to him even though it’s so hard to do it. He looks like he’s about to lose it, too.

“Come with me. P-please.”

“You want me to come, baby?” He asks in a way that makes you wanna cry out even more. Like he won’t come if that’s what you want. He will keep holding back until you say so but you don’t want that. You want him to enjoy this as much as you do.

“Please, daddy. Come with me.” He groans in response. You clearly see how your words affect him, especially calling him daddy. You can’t believe how much he’s into it.

He stops holding back and starts to move in a way that makes you scream. So you do that. You can’t contain the noises you make when he moves like this. You grip on his sheets, letting him ruin you for any other man.

“Fuck! Such pretty sounds… You like it that much, baby?”

“Yes, yes. So good, daddy.” You slur at the last part. You don’t care. You don’t care about anything when he makes you feel like this.

“Fuck, you take me so well.” You can actually hear that he’s close. “I-I’m gonna come, oh fuck.”

“Yess!” You have been waiting for this. You want it so badly. You wanna see him come. You want him to feel good, all because of you. You want to witness a part of him that he hides away from everyone else. It feels like owning a part of him. So private and primitive, but you don’t care. You need this.

He lets out the most guttural moan right before starting to come inside you. He doesn’t stop, just keeps the same pace, emptying himself inside you.

“Take it, baby. Take it! It’s all yours.” You know what he’s talking about. His come is already dripping out, yet he’s not done coming.

It looks like he lost his damn mind, but it’s the hottest thing you have ever witnessed in your life. You are so fascinated by him even though you are still coming yourself. That's why you force yourself to keep your eyes open and watch him while your high slowly fades away. Yet he keeps going. His hands are gripping on your tights, pulling you into him every time he moves. His come is dripping on your ass, to the sheets. It’s so messy but feels out of this world.

After a couple more thrusts, he collapses on top of you. His head rests on the crook of your neck, and you feel his heavy breathing on your skin. You don’t mind it, though. He doesn’t let his whole weight crush you. Always so thoughtful….

Your hands go to his hair, gently stroking it. That makes him move his head and look at you.

“We should’ve done this before.” That makes you wanna laugh, but instead, you just give him a huge smile.

“Yes, we should have. It was amazing.”

Suddenly he moves away from you, leaving you completely empty. It makes you whine instantly. You miss the fullness and the warmth of his cock already.

“Where are you going?” You give him a confused look while raising yourself on the bed. “Come back here.”

“Not was.” He kneels right next to the bed, in between your legs, and moves his head closer to your dripping core. “I’m not done with you, baby.”

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xxsabitoxx · 7 months

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"Satoru, enough." you sound exasperated, tired eyes glaring at your laptop screen as you try to find another peer-reviewed article for your essay topic. However, you had to admit nothing was getting done and it wasn't only because of your boyfriend. "Satoru, enough~" He practically sang back to you, that same shit-eating grin plastered to his face. His hands were finding their way to your thighs again, only stopping when you would reach down and swat him away with one of your signature death glares. So, you repeated the motion again, slapping his hands off of you but not bothering to look at him.

"C'mon, sweetheart you've been glued to your laptop since you got home from work." He somehow managed to sound just as exasperated as you had. "Because I have things due, Satoru." It wasn't a lie, but the essay wasn't due for a few days. You could certainly afford to hold off on it for another day, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to stop. "Yeah, well, I'll pay off the professor. I want your attention," he whined again, this time flinching when your hand came down to grab his wrist before he could touch you. "And I am busy, go bother someone else." the bite in your tone didn't bother him at all, if anything it made his cock twitch.

"You wound me." Satoru's hand came up to splay over his heart, head falling back dramatically as he looked at you. "Good." was all you uttered, the tension in your shoulders only adding to your aggression as you fought the urge to throw your laptop. Nothing you had tried to read in the last twenty minutes registered in your brain and one single paragraph was glaring back at you on your Word doc. Now add Satoru teasing the shit out of you every fifteen seconds... you were going to snap or self-destruct, it depended on Satoru at this point.

"Just take a damn break, you're getting bitchy." He smirked at you, watching your entire body tense as your neck nearly snapped with the force you used to turn your head. "Do you have a death wish, Satoru?" your jaw was clenched, if looks could kill, Satoru would be dead four times over by now. "I do, but that's beside the point. You couldn't lay a finger on me and have it cause damage." he sneered, trying to ignore the blood flow to his dick as you got steadily worked up. He wasn't sure if it could be classified as a kink, but Satoru got off on you being pissed. He craved your hand slapping his skin and your nails digging into his scalp. He would do whatever it took to get you mad just to see that adorable pout on your face.

You knew this by now, and it wasn't hard to miss the strain forming in his sweats. "You're sick and twisted, Satoru." You refused to close your laptop, giving your boyfriend one last disinterested look before your eyes settled on a random point on your screen. You wouldn't give in to his games. "You fucking love it." he moved closer, hand resting on your thigh and squeezing harshly when you couldn't move fast enough to slap him away. You gasped, body shivering at the sensation before you recollected yourself and tried to swat him away. "I'm serious, Satoru. Leave me alone." but Satoru was smarter than that. "You haven't typed anything worthwhile on that word doc. Let me take care of you, I can clear your head real fucking fast."

Your answer was rolling your eyes, earning a low rumble of laughter from your boyfriend. That was the nail in the coffin, you could only yell in protest as he snatched your laptop off of your lap and tossed it over to the chair beside your couch. "Satoru!" You squeaked, heart dropping to your ass as he flung the object. "Relax." was all he said in return, catching you while your guard was down and pushing you onto the couch. You let out a string of curses, awkwardly pressed face-first into the cushion as Satoru grabbed both of your wrists and restrained them behind your back. "Just relax."

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trashycvntt · 1 month

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The Fates Will Find a Way { Ⅰ }

Synopsis: When a certain Atreides heir takes a dislike in one of his mother's Bene Gesserit apprentices.

Wc: 7.4k

a/n: THIS IS THE FULL VER. OF "The Fates Will Find a Way"

{the first paragraphs would be the same as the teaser but after that it's gon be a looong long chapter}

Yk I would always imagine reader wearing padme's typa outfits from star wars, she's js to gorgous idc what anyone says, but if u have a diff type of clothing you want to wear you can js ignore the links throughout the story {they're not that many anyways}. AND I got inspiration for some of the lines from the book since the movie doesn't really show much of the inner dialogue and details so I read it in the internet and got what I needed, and I am so shocked how different the book and movie was, I mean the movie is really really good, but some details and conversations in the book made me amazed.

Jessica had always warned you not to speak to her son, despite being the same age as him, she didn't want anyone from Bene Gesserit to interact with him, which is strange because she is a bene gesserit or is that just stupid coming from you. You never thought the duke's son would be this magnificent in the eyes, you can just stare at him the whole day and won't get tired of his gloriously exquisite structured face.

You would sneak glances every time he passes by you or when he would talk to his mother and you're just right behind her, of course you're careful not to get caught by her or else you'd be kicked out not only from their household but out of the planet. It'd be like trying to cross a minefield when trying to catch a glimpse of him without his mother cursing you and your ancestors.

And she advises you not to wander to the wing where his room is located, she's already dealt with enough ladies in the court to know the tricks they play when trying to secretly meet her son, such a shame to wear a pretty face on but to have terrible manners, she shook her head, my son deserves more than your pathetic whore you call your daughter Lord ____. She of course wants the best of the best for her one and only son, the heir to Duke Leto Atreides' throne that's why she's so harsh when it comes to talking about his future partner, hence the future duchess of Caladan.

Paul never liked how his mother welcomed a stranger into their home and taught her things as she did him, he didn't like it when his mother taught him the voice and also had to teach it to her too, he didn't like how fast she was with her lessons just as he was with his, it's a daily torture thinking about how to improve and be faster with his when she is just right behind him, chasing, he wanted to be better so that his mother can see how stronger he is than that cunt who dares compete with the duke's son.

He cannot fathom how angry he was when his mother explained to him that she was chosen to be this girl's teacher, an attention whore, he thought, he once believed that she was another random lady in court trying to win his attention by successfully convincing his mother to be her teacher so that she could get closer to him. No, she was not.

His mother told him that this was only temporary, that she was only here to broaden her experience when it comes to the voice. But oh was she so wrong, she is also stuck in this particularly peculiar power, like him, she's also struggling in using it on command, and he's so frustrated that he's as bad as her, he should be better than her, he should be able to use the voice freely unlike her who's stuck not knowing how to use it, but here. he. was.

"It's good you're up early" Jessica announced, bringing a spoon of food to her mouth. "Your father wants you in full dress before the Emperor's herald arrives"

"Full dress?" He murmurs, glancing from his food to his mom for a second, he hesitates briefly before looking up again. "Military?"

"Ceremonial" His mom answered as he grumbled about the fact he has to wear that itchy old thing again, it makes his neck irritated every time.

"Why do we have to go through all this when it’s already been decided”

“Ceremony” His mom replies; dodging his question just as she pours a cup of water. Paul hums as he thanks his mother for it, waiting for her to slide it to him, although Jessica only reaches for hers before sternly looking back at the boy. “If you want it” she starts “Make me give it to you” she pauses for a few seconds to drink her cup and put it down.

“Use the voice”

“Mom, I just woke up” He shakes his head, his eyes still slightly puffy from a good night’s sleep, he looks at his mom thinking she was joking but was only met by Jessica’s stoic face, he inwardly sighs as he concentrates glaring at the glass. “Give me the water”

Jessica almost laughed at her son, she remembered her apprentice days at the Bene Gesserit when the sisters would always be so frustrated in teaching her the voice as she is now with Paul.

“The glass can’t hear you, dear. Command me” She pulled a tight lipped smile while Paul gripped his spoon and fork in exasperation, he sighs heavily as he tries again, but this time, intently looking at his mother’s eyes so he could finish and just eat peacefully. He stares daggers into his moms direction as he hears the melodic sound of the chimes behind him or the painting of his grandfather who he felt like was looking at his grandson. Momentarily, he remembers you, who’s probably still sleeping soundly like a pig after the feast last night. He doesn’t understand why his father lets you eat with them at the dinner table, like, you're not family or anything, you're. just. an. apprentice, an apprentice of his mother nothing more nothing less, so why do you act like you're welcome to just ransack their home, eat their food, sleep in their beds, eat with them, train with them, and God knows what else.

“Give me the water”

Jessica’s eyes flickered briefly, she slowly held the cup, dragging it to Paul when she abruptly snapped from her illusion, her eyes blinking from the water to Paul before letting out a heavy sigh.

“Almost” She added whilst just pushing the water manually to him. “Almost?”

“Bene Gesserit skills takes years to learn, Paul”

“Mm-hmm”

“You look tired,” she hinted. “More dreams?”

“No,” Paul paused, shaking his head, his eyes flickering to his spoonful of food, his mind briefly flashing the girl in his dreams, face blurred and unseen, he still recalled how much his fingers itched to reach out to her, to see her hood fall down and finally see the face that’s been hiding from him. “How’s she doing?” He quickly shook the mysterious girl in his mind and changed the subject.

“Hm who?”

“You know who I’m talking about mom” He quipped “Mhm, she’s fine since you asked so nicely”

“Mom–” He sucked in a breath. “I meant, how’s her lessons going” Jessica quirked an eyebrow, she knows her son hated her apprentice ever since she brought her in, a little uncomfortable at first because of the tension between the two, but she and Leto managed, it was like having another child but the other didn’t need that much affection, Paul would always ask her about her lessons, what they’re studying on, or if she has used the voice yet.

“She’s good. although–” she paused. “Why are you always asking about her?” paul halted, still holding his spoon mid-air, he half expected his mom telling him how she was behind her studies, or how frustrating it was in teaching her the voice or how he was ahead of her, but then he also expected his mom getting suspicious of his questions about her, no wonder because he asks them almost everyday.

“Nothing at all, just –”

A pregnant pause fills the room.

“Curious”

—

“Huh?"

You woke up minutes later, with saliva running down your neck, you glanced around your room whilst zoning out, after a few more minutes you decided that you needed to be productive early in the morning so you lifted up both your arms and gave them a good stretch, along with your legs. You sluggishly sat at the edge of your single bed and yawned, once again stretching your arms up, though when you sat up you didn't even want to stand anymore, so you sat there and started getting lost in your own world.

Your mind wanders back to your lessons, what will Jessica train you with today? You hoped it isn't about the use of the voice, you've grown tired of it already, everyday, every morning, every afternoon, every night you had to do it, it was voice here, voice there, voice everywhere, you wonder how could Paul deal with that tirelessly day after day.

Oh.

Paul.

The first moon you were here he didn't like you, no, he hated you, he hated you so much that some of the staff in the castle had also grown to dislike you unjustified, I mean, who are they to just hate you and judge you without even speaking to you first?

You tried weeks to get the others to like you, only some of the few broke their walls and began talking to you, most of the time your alone in the castle, and if you're not alone, your training with Jessica, only Jessica and Leto were very welcoming to you, Jessica told the people of the castle to treat you like you were one of them at the very start, but I guess only some got the memo, thought at least they don't physically hate you like throwing a punch like what people from your homeland would do if they disliked someone.

People say you're sensitive for thinking like that, saying they don't hate you, it's just because you're new, no, it's been a year and they still treat you the same, where's the honor in that?

Your thoughts were snapped back when the sound of the door opens, you quickly dove under the pillows to seize a hold of your knife, and you can thank Jessica for that, she specially had it made for you to fit your fighting style, or whatever she was talking about, you're just thankful for the knife so you can use it for when you're in danger, which is now.

You slowly got up from your bed and silently made your way to the wall near the door, you hid behind it as your sweaty palms made your grip on your knife slightly loose, you frown as you blink incessantly from the stinging of your sweat dripping down your eye. After a few seconds the creaking of the door opening stopped, but you hear no footsteps on the other side, you wanted to take a peak but you can just hear Jessica’s voice in your head telling you she’ll kill you herself if you do it– if you even do it.

All of a sudden your eyes spotted a figure beside you and you instantly got up and stabbed whoever it was when you were slammed to the wall with your hands held on either side of your head, you quickly clamped your eyes shut and simply awaited your impending demise.

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6..

“Huh?” you slowly open your other eye in confusion.

“Slept that well huh?” You recognize that voice. You blinked your eyes open to a very, very close proximity Paul, his half-lidded eyes glaring at you like a hawk, you allow your eyes to travel down to his night blouse that must’ve been worn down over the years of wearing because it’s now drooping down giving you a pleasant view of his sculpted abs, you gulp nervously as silence fills the situation your in, you try to wiggle yourself out but Paul’s grip was too tight on you, especially when he has your legs stuck in between his, though, your eyes still remain on his abs and you just cannot take them off.

“Eyes are up here, bene gesserit”

“I am not a bene gesserit”

“You will be”

“I will, but not yet”

“So I’ll call you bene gesserit yes”

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

“Abso-”

“Very well… bene gesserit”

“Absolutely not!”

“I–”

“You dare raise your voice at me?”

“no..”

“Speak up, bene gesserit”

“No,” you hesitated, ”my lord..”

“Hm” he tilted his head closer to your face as you do your best to back away, his eyes travel down to your lips, nervous, you bit the inside of your cheek, although, you took this chance to study his face, he had a very defined jawline, like super sharp, his curls tickle your face as he looks up once again– slowly, he steps and turns away from you to exit the room, but before he could pass the door, he looks over his shoulder and adjusted his blouse.

“Mom informed me to tell you that you are required to join us later,” he paused, “ Wear ceremonial”

And with that he heedlessly left the room with you speechless.

—

You gape in awe as the ship slowly landed unto the ground, you thought it might’ve looked like an egg for it was in the color of white and shaped like a circle, although it also looked menacing at the same time due to the fact that it was huge, you glance at the heir beside you who was also staring at the ship, however, he didn’t seem surprised or amazed by it, you shrugged it off and resumed on gawking at the egg ship.

After a few minutes, the door of the ship opened and revealed people, no, creatures? Who were wearing this egg-like helmet with white robes, even the owners looked like their ship, you thought, then came all the others who were wearing black, you were about to laugh at their choice of clothing when you made eye contact with a sister of the Bene Gesserit. She glared at you like you did something to her, it gave you chills and the hair behind your neck stood up, it felt like an eternity when she broke eye contact with you to focus on eying the Duke and Jessica.

“By the grace of Shaddam IV of House Corrino, ascendent to the Golden Lion Throne of Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe,” he paused, “I stand before you as The Herald of the Change” and that was where you zoned out of the situation, you loathe those tedious introductions they always make when coming here, you had to stand and wait for them to finish their considerable length of speech just for it to be their titles and not be even the beginning of the main thing.

You once again glance at the still heir beside you who you couldn’t distinguish what he was thinking, some people are simple to read but Paul wasn’t, he keeps his thoughts to himself without exception.

“We are house Atreides.” He starts. “There is no call we do not answer, there is no faith that we betray, the Emperor asks us to bring peace to Arrakis”

You notice how Paul reacts to his father leading as a Duke, his usual stoic expression softens as he watches his father descending the stairs, intently observing his actions, whether it may be his words or the mannerisms he carries while facing such intimidating individuals.

You were snapped back to reality when you’re dragged down the platform aggressively by Jessica, who was fuming by the look on her face when she shushed you as you were about to ask her what was going on. Good thing everyone's eyes were all situated to the Duke who was stamping his seal on the contract.

“J-Jessica–” you stutter out as you stumble constantly upon trying to get up again and again, though Jessica doesn’t even flinch while she tightens her hold on your wrist even more. For what seems like an eternity of getting dragged around, Jessica finally releases your bruised wrist, although you were thrown in a room that looks more likely hers and the Duke’s, you stumble once again on your feet while rubbing your wrist to cease the domineering pain that’s slowly taking over.

“What did I explicitly warn you about the very moment I brought you here?”

“That- that I shouldn’t interact with my lor—”

A harsh slap cuts your response short, you were apalled that you didn’t feel anything for a second, that was when everything came back to you and the pain hit right away, your hands tremble as you cup your right cheek, a tear sliding down the bright red spot on your face, your teeth clattering together whilst your lips quivering as to try stop incoming tears from falling—but you aren't capable of hiding that, your tears were falling nonstop like someone had just thrown water on your face.

“Then why?! “ You flinched as Jessica screamed in your face. “What do you mea–”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN"

You tried to think of anything, anything you did that violated the rule but you've been doing good since the start of your life here, thought, you thought back to the one this morning, did she see it? If she did then why get mad now and not earlier?

“ANSWER. ME”

"I didn't mean to! I didn't know you'd get this mad for just a simple thing!”

" Simple? SIMPLE?" she scoffs, massaging her forehead intensely. “I brought you here to teach you, and what I asked for was painless, it was comprehensible, and you just had to break it did you? You didn't listen to me”

"I wasn't the one who started it!"

“SILENC—”

"ENOUGH OF THIS!” Duke Leto came in haste, his chest heaves up and down from running in a long distance, you were grateful that he interrupted Jessica or you would've been incinerated alive and standing. You were so busy trying to think of a solution to the situation that you didn't notice Leto dragging you behind him, as if to hide you from her wrath, from the months you've been training with Jessica you've never seen her this angry, like ever, I mean sure, it's already been months struggling to perfect the use of the voice and every time, she's frustrated but shes never shown this much emotion to you in never.

“She is just a child, Jessica! Show some decency, What would anyone think of you for exploding on her like that for such a small mistake?!“

“Don't start with me Leto, we already talked about this”

"But not talked enough," he paused. “Go to your room child"

You didn't need to be reminded for the second time before you fled the scene, hastily rushing to your quarters before anyone sees you and grasps the whole situation and before you know it, it's now the whole universe’s business, though, when you were about to reach the hallway where your quarters are you passed by the one responsibleness you got yelled at— Paul, you were dumbfounded by how calm he was while reading a book, like the argument wasn't heard throughout the castle.

You wanted to confront him about everything, but you know your still in the heat of the moment and didn't want to unleash your anger on him amd get banished by both the Duke and Jessica, so you kept your mouth shut and headed to your room.

—

"It's useless, we have to get rid of it, this is a taint in your honor, an illegitimate offspring" a man whispers, his face unknown and covered as he looks down to the sleeping newborn. "Give it a few hours, we'll kill the mother and all the servants who helped birth her, make sure there's no one left"

"Wake up child"

"wake up"

"hey, wake up"

"My lady, wake up"

You shot out of your bed whilst panting like you were just running a mile, you clutch your chest as you try and regain your breath,the sun wasn't up yet when you checked your window, after a few seconds of organizing yourself, the maid who woke you up came back with a small candle and rushed by your side.

"My lady," she bows. "Her Lady Jessica wishes to see you— urgently"

You were still disoriented from your slumber that you only heard 'urgently', so you quickly stood up from your bed and followed wherever she went.

You were about to ask her what was happening when she pushed you, gently, but strong enough to get you to a room where Jessica was in, her back turned to you as she tapped her foot impatiently.

"Here she is, my lady" she bows. "Thank you Satyana. You may go"

You nervously fiddle with your fingers as Satyana shuts the doors, a long awkward silence filled the room because no one dared to make a sound.

"I—"

"My—"

"Oh don't, you can—"

"Please, go ahead."

"No, I–"

"I insist"

"uhm," you hesitated. "I-I didn't mean what I did, it just- just happened and I really thought it wasn't going to go against what you said because I really wasn't the one who started and I did my best to stop it but he just—"

"I understand," she stated, "And, my deepest apologies for exploding on you like that, It is entirely my fault for making such a small thing turn big and I'm held fully responsible if you feel any hatred towards me after what happened, but I accept what you feel and your judgement about me"

You were taken aback by her confession, you never ever imagined your mentor apologizing to you like this, wholeheartedly, she was supposed to be stern, fierce, scary, but here she is apologizing to her apprentice.

"I—", you paused. "I don't know what to say.."

"It's alright if you hate me now—"

"NO!", you yelled abruptly, covering your mouth as you realized you just shouted at your mentor. "I mean, no, I don't hate you, and, you don't have to apologize, it's me that should, I was the one who went against you and everything... " Your words die in your mouth as Jessica slowly wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a hug, you hesitated if you were going to also wrap your arms around her but you decided neither, only placing it awkwardly on her back and tapping her gently.

"So, do you forgive me?" you paused for bit, contemplating for the proper answer. "I.. I forgive you"

You almost thought you could feel her smile as she continous to hug you, like a mother would to her child.

—

After last night you peacefully slept the remaining moonlight that was until Satyana once again woke you up, Lady Jessica wanted you to train with the old man today to freshen you up, a little break from using the voice and focus on physical. You thought about the first time he trained you the day after you arrived, he was very rough at first, he didn't trust you completely that the next day you were dead as daylight, you slept for the whole day with sores on your feet and hand from continously fighting, Lady Jessica took care of you, your legs were like jello when you tried to stand, your muscles were pulsing, you recall seing Paul silently judge you for being 'weak' as Gurney called you, but overtime, he softened up and treated you normally, though, your sessions with him are still rough, you adapted and surprisingly learned a lot.

The maids helped you with your training clothes, but you decided against it and only wore the pajamas you had, it was too early in the morning to wear such tight fitted outfit and you weren't in the mood to struggle in pulling it up your butt.

Though, you can ask Gurney to postpone it and just move it later afternoon. And so you did, still groggy from your slumber, you stood up and headed to the training room whilst rubbing your eyes and stretching your arms, you tried cracking your fingers like how the Duke Leto taught you although your still scared of breaking them so you didn't persist.

You finally arrived at the entrance of the training room, where you heard swords clanking? You gently peeked from the archway outside just in time to catch Paul's gaze already on you, you watch him exchange hits with Gurney as the sound of sheilds echoes around the room, what seemed like an eternity watching them fight, Paul misses his footing causing him to fall, hard on the floor while Gurney took the chance to pin him to the floor with his weapon.

"Ah, the slow blade penetrates the sheild"

"I fell"

"That's no excuse"

"But I fell"

"You're distracted"

Paul scoffs, throwing his weapon aside as he turns his sheild off, suddenly. Gurney turns his head to where you were, and you hastily whipped your head back and clutched your pajamas close to you. You waited for a few seconds but nothing happened, so you peeked again, slowly, you thought you were being sneaky because Gurney's back was still turned to you while cleaning his equipment, you internally thank the Gods he didn't see you so you won't have to train at all.

That was when you were tackled to the ground by none other than Paul, he pins your hands above your head and brings your legs between his, locking them together, you hear Gurney laughing and clapping in the background, clearly entertained, you gave the both of them a scowl and rolled your eyes the meanest you could, you tried to wiggle out of Paul's hold once again but once again, he doesn't budge, though his grip on you was more tighter than last time, you continue trying to remove him from you but nothing works, and you couldn't kick his balls because he's got your legs stuck, finally, you look up and glare at him but he was already looking down on you, like you were some toy he was playing with, you notice how perplexed and amused he was at the same time, you gulp nervously as his curly hair dips down and touches your face, not once he breaks his eye contact with you, while your there skittishly struggling to not make eye contact with him.

After all these months of him torturing you secretly everyday, you've never been infuriated with him until now, he's not just making you look weak, he's embarassing you infront of Gurney, who looked like he's having the time of his life watching the two of you riggle like worms on the ground.

He finishes his laugh-off and approaches the two with two swords in hand. "Since the both of you are already here, it would be a complete waste to not duel each other yeah?"

"Uh-huh" Paul lets you go to grab a sword, he swings it on his hand several times to warm it up, he was about to turn his sheild on when you took the chance to swing at him, he instantly defended his stance, blocking your attack, he clashes his sword to yours, causing your sheild to tremble.

"Come on laddy! Play fair!" Gurney hooted, whistling like he were in a gladiator arena, you huff and slammed your hand on the motor, turning your sheild off. "Now were talkin!"

Paul continously attacks you with no opening to get back at him, you wiped the sweat dripping down your cheek as he endlessly assualts you. "Come on girl your getting sluggish!"

You felt as though your lungs might burst, you were getting tired but one misstep could lead you to getting stabbed by him, he didn't look like he wanted to stop at anytime, at first you thought he was only hyper but he looks furious when you caught his eye for a moment. Your chest heaves up and down rapidly, you double stepped on your feet as your back slammed on the floor and you groaned in pain, clutching your head as you hear Gurney shouting in the corner.

Everything was blurry, your eyes wanted to close so bad but you fought against, your ears were ringing dreadfully as you felt yourself getting cross-eyed, your surroundings were all numb to you as the ringing in your ears gradually disappeared which you were grateful to because you had the time to calm yourself down and gain back your eyesight. You hurriedly got up from the ground and you see Gurney holding your head and rubbing the aching spot, you gently held his wrist as he asks a bunch of questions directed to you.

"Who told you to get rough huh lad? Look what you did to her"

"It's not my fault she slipped her foot and hit her head"

"Ugh, Gurney..I'm fine—"

Gurney sucks his teeth in annoyance as he helps you up. "Stop spitting nonsense kid, now get up so we can get you checked."

"No Gurney- it's no big deal—"

"Too bad kiddo," he grunts as he grips your arms to help you. "Now, our dear Paul here will help you get there"

"Huh?"

"What?!"

"You heard me, now go, before your mother sees her beloved student injured and you, grounded for the rest of your life"

Paul groans loudly, wanting you to see how much he despises the situation and you, why does he have to come with you, you injured yourself, not him, he saw it with his own eyes how you got distracted for a second and missed your step and fell down, why is he the one bearing the consequences when your the one at fault here? Talk about justice.

He was about to exit the room but Gurney pulled his blouse and threw him to your direction, he gestured your arm to Paul for him to take, though he didn't move an inch, so Gurney being Gurney, he pulled Paul's other arm to wrap around your waist to support your back, he snaked your right arms around Paul's neck and made him hold it steady for you to stand.

"I hate this"

"You've got no choice, you caused this, you finish it"

"But it wasn't even me—"

"Go"

Paul didn't bite back before Gurney's stern gaze, he drags you outside the training room and headed for the infirmary. You could feel Paul internally wishing he could throw off the balcony for God's sake, though Caladan was a cold country, the exercise from this morning made the two of you hot and sweating, so you're internally and externally burning whilst Paul's body heat melts with yours making matters worse.

"You're– so heavy—"He grunts, "You know that right?—"

You gritted your teeth irritation, "Thanks for reminding me"

An awkward pause filled the room after Paul didn't acknowledge you, you only contineud on limping while he keeps you upright, his grip on your waist gradually gets tighter and tighter the more you falter your steps, he grumbles on how you can't even walk properly despite it only being a small limp, saying how he can walk straight anyways even with a hole on his leg, you only cringed and rolled your eyes at the boy. Although, deep down inside, your getting butterflies everywhere, day one you would've gone into coma if she knew you were in this situation with Paul, I mean you are getting butterflies now, but at the same time you hated his guts from top to bottom.

—

"The Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam is here." She hesitates, "She was my teacher at the Bene Gesserit school, she's now truthsayer to the Emperor himself—"

Jessica nervously fiddles with her fingers as her son awaits her response. "She would like to meet you"

"Why?"

She looks down to her trembling hands. "She wants to know about your dreams."

"How does she know about me dreams?"

Paul looks to her for clarification, but was met with no answer, he gets slightly irritated by the thought of someone very close to him snitching, though, he couldn't pin point who because there was three of them, but he knows in the back of his mind who this person is.

"And why is Dr. Yueh here?" Jessica can't bear to see her son like this, to see him worry and panic for the unknown, she wanted to hug him and tell him everything is going to be fine, but also as a Bene Gesserit, she wouldn't— couldn't.

"He only needs a moment"

"Hello, young master" Paul catiously turns his head to the doctor, lifting his chin up, careful not to show his disappointment. "Your mother asked me to check your vitals"

Paul hesitates for a moment as Dr. Yueh held his head and slowly worked his way through it. "What's happening?"

"The Bene Gesserit say they serve the greater good..." he pauses, "But, meaning no disrespect to your lady mother and her student— they also serve their own designs."

"What are you saying?"

Dr. Yueh ignores him and gently squeezed his shoulder, "Go carefully"

"His heart is strong as ever, my lady"

Jessica gestured a language to dr. Yueh as he nods and leaves the room while Paul can only look at his mother pitifully. His head is so full of questions that he feel it might explode in any second, his mother gestures him to follow her as she covers her trembling hands with her sleeves, her chest heaves up and down nervously for her son, they were about to reach a big black door when Jessica hurriedly turns and faces her son, she reaches out for his face and cradles it in her hands, like how she was when he was a little boy.

'remember your training'

She puts her hood on as she enters the room anxiously with Paul following behind her. Paul glares at the figure sitting inside the library.

who. are. you

The figure whispers through the air, Paul glowers at it, hiding slightly behind his mother, he thought about those widowed women he read in that one book, who wears all black and a veil to signify that their husband was dead and their mourning, but the figure's veil was so high up her head she looks like some—

"Defiance in the eyes," she pauses, "Like his father"

"Leave us."

Jessica nervously looks at her beloved son, her trembling fingers holding his shoulders, whispering to him before hurriedly leaving "You must do everything the Reverend Mother tells you"

"You dismiss my mother in her own house" Paul glares back to the 'Reverend Mother' as if to show he wasn't scared of her and how insulted he was when she ordered his mother to leave, at her very own household, oh how the Bene Gesserit think of themselves highly, he thought, clenching his fists in anger.

"Come here. Kneel"

Before Paul knows what was happening, he was already kneeling down infront of the Reverend, his eyes blinking in bewilderment, she used the voice so easily like it was a normal thing for her to. "How dare you use the Voice on me"

The Reverend didn't answer, only observing Paul as he continous on glaring at her, her eyes falters in a millisecond before she moves her hand revealing a black box.

"Put your right hand in the box" though Paul took his stand and only clenched his jaw, lifting his chin up.

The Reverend Mother only look at him before scolding him. "Your mother bade you obey me" He hesitates, biting the his cheek before shaking his head, he slowly slid his hand into the hole, sucking a breath in preparing to whatever was going to happen.

Suddenly, the reverend points a sharp needle into his neck. "I hold at your neck the Gom Jabbar"

"A poison needle, instant death" she begins, "the test is simple"

"Remove your hand from the box, and you die"

"What's in the box?"

A few seconds pass before the reverend answers him.

"Pain"

"I— "

"No need to call the guards" she pauses, "A Bene Gesserit stands behind that door, no one would get past her"

"Why are you doing this?"

"An animal caught in a trap will gnaw off its own leg to escape." she halts, lifting her head up. "What will you do?"

Paul looks from the needle to the box, seemingly trying to think of some plan to get out, he wanted to laugh at that moment, when he felt tingling in his fingers and pulled his lips together hard. How could this be a test? He pondered. The tingle turned into an itch.

The itch became a slight burning. "Why are you doing this?" he demanded.

Paul clenches his hand as the slight burning feeling increased, his lips quiver as he tries not to show weakness, he felt needles pricking his palms and eventually his fingers.

His arm throbbed with pain. Sweat was clearly visible on his brow. Pulling the hand away from the flaming pit was the sound of every fiber screaming, however... the gom jabbar. He attempted to move his eyes to view that awful needle resting next to his neck, but he was unable to do so. He attempted to decrease his breathing but was incapable after realizing he was gasping for air, he screams in anguish as he felt his muscles getting ripped from nerve to nerve.

Then suddenly, like a switch, the pain disappeared, and the door behind them opens.

—

Meanwhile Jessica was tasked to fetch you after she delivered Paul to the Reverend Mother, she hurriedly proceeded to your room where you were peacefully sleeping, your room was big, but not as big as the Astreides', she had you decide what you wanted to do with it because she was used to taking care of a boy she wasn't aware what to pick or use for a girl.

She gently pused aside the curtains that cover your bed, they were the first thing you wanted to add to your room because you saw it in one of those libraries where they would put curtains over their beds and sometimes even lights, they looked immaculate, but you decided on the curtains only because you were too scared they'd find you spoiled and kick you out and you'll go back to the school.

"Hey.."

She nudges you awake.

"Wake up"

"Huh?" you squint at the harsh light hitting you. "Come with me."

You were about to question it but you see Jessica nervously mumbling and fiddling her fingers that's when you realized it was serious, she brings her hood up and she gestures you to keep quiet, she leads you to a dark hallway and you felt compacted the more you drew near wherever she was leading you, your mind fills with countless questions of what was happening, what's got The Bene Gesserit Jessica so scared and nervous, you frown as her walk increases, she sucks in a breath and abruptly stops in front of a big door, she looks at you pitilly like she was about to say something, her longing eyes searching yours for something, and you return her look, tyring to find reassurance with her, but she only gulped and whispered some unknown words into your ears.

"Don't be nervous, child, for he'll be there"

You heard the fear in her voice, and despite her best trying to soothe you, it made you even scared.

She held your lower back and nods as you slowly but surely unlocked the door, then immediately, not even halfway in turning the handle, you flinch as you were met by Paul's agonizing scream, his mother, who was already suffering in silence, gasps in distress in hearing his son be racked in pain, you pushed through the door and see Paul's teary eyes staring at you, you swear you saw some relief in his gaze in contrast to the Reverend Mother who was staring at you like you did something to her.

You bow to the Reverend, addressing her before lifting your head and hiding your fidgeting hands from her.

"You called for me?"

Paul stands up immediately when the reverend pulls the Gom Jabbar away from his neck, dusting his attire as he backs up slowly.

"Come child"

And as Paul was earlier, and in a blink of an eye your feet carried you unconciously to the Reverend Mother, your eyes flutter in bemusement as Paul paid you no mind and remained glaring at the Reverend.

"Have you been training?" she asked. "I have- Lady Jessica has been generous in teaching me your ways despite not being in the school"

"Show me"

"What?"

"Show. Me" she halts, raising her head to observe you more carefully. "If you what you say is indeed true— then, show me what you've gained."

"Use the voice"

"I have learned various other talents, not only the voice, I am useful in everyway you can see— "

"So use it, use the voice, child"

You attempt to call Paul for aid since he has already used the voice despite failing, but in any event he did but you were helpless, you were about to admit that you didn't know when Paul suddenly spoke up.

"I can"

"I only asked of her"

"But wouldn't you want to see mine, the son of the Duke and Lady Jessica" any other person would've thought he was brave, but all you could see was how he nervously gulped and the sweat running down his face, he clenches his jaw as he hears the worry in your voice as you whisper his name.

"Hm" She hummed and looked towards the door, "Jessica!"

Jessica almost busted the door open as she stood there emotionless, all her worry vanished when she set her eyes on her unharmed and alive son, she managed a faint smile.

"Now," she began, "Tell me about these dreams"

"I had one tonight"

"What did you see?" she immdediately responded. "A girl."

"On Arrakis"

"Have you dreamt of her before?" Paul hesitated, meekly glancing to the ground then to the girl beside him. "Many times"

"Do you often dream things that happen just as you dream them?"

"Not exactly"

A pregnant silence fills the dark eerie room, despite it being comfortable in the morning, it looked a lot scarier now that it was unlit and pitch black. You peak at the reverend who was still observing the certain heir.

After a few moments she stood up, ready to depart. "Goodbye young humans."

"I hope you live"

And thus, you watch the Jessica accompany the Reverend Mother outside, your gaze remained on them until the door shuts close.

"Are you—"

"Leave me alone" He slaps your hand away as he stomps outside in a hurry, you didn't think much of it since he has gone through much for just one night, his pained scream still haunts your mind despite only just happening moments ago, you clench your fists as youlet out a breath you didn't know you were holding until now.

You hesitated to follow after him or to just go back to your quarters.

You came after him.

—

"Did you have to go that far"

"You chose to train him in the Way, in defiance of our rule," she berated, "He weilds our power. He had to be tested to the limits"

"So much potential, wasted in a male"

"And there's the girl, I gave her to you so you could train her like a daughter you never bore, and for me to learn that she hasn't even grasped anything about the Voice? Oh you disappoint me Jessica"

"You were told to bear only daughters, but you, in your pride, thought you could produce the Kwisatz Haderach." She criticized. "Was I wrong?"

"Your lucky he didn't die in that room" the reverend abruptly faces Jessica. "If he is the One, he has a long way to go"

"His sight is barely awakened and now he goes his hero complex and decides he could bite back and protect that stupid girl I brought you, such stubborness from his father"

"But our plans are measured in centuries, we have other propects— If he fails his promise"

"Do you see so little hope?"

"On Arrakis, we have done all we can for you, a path has been laid, let's hope he doesn't squander it" Jessica grips her hood and skirts as the ship ascends the dark skies, her lips quiver as she thought about her son, who has yet found his way, and to her student, who day by day is becoming closer to Paul.

She hugs her clothes as she turns around to come back when she was met by Paul's figure, stiffly standing behind the thick fog.

"Paul"

"What does it mean?" she removes her hood down. "That I could be the One?"

A/N: OH EM GEE this was a very very very very very long chapter, I mean, the longest that i've written, next chapter will be coming soon...

#dune #paul atreides imagine #paul atreides #paul atreides x reader #dune x reader #duke paul x reader #duke x reader #dune paul x reader #paul x reader #dune paul atreides x reader #dune movie #timothée chalamet #timothee chamalet #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee fanfic #the fates will find a way #trashycvntt

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✧.* CHAPTER 3 || The Art of Seduction

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

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——"SO WHERE CAN I FIND HIM?" You ask Gojo after a few minutes of continued conversation.

Gojo's now in his sweatpants lying across your bed. He was serious about not going back to Shoko at all and he earned a lovely text from her after he told her he wasn't returning. You managed to sneak a peak a few minutes ago and based on the large paragraph you saw, Shoko definitely cursed Gojo out for ditching her.

"Where can you find him?" Gojo scoffs, his gaze set on your bedroom ceiling. "Sweetheart, what kinda question is that?"

You're glaring at him while you sit beside him, "Uh, a good one? All you did was give me a name and a picture, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"

Gojo chuckles, finding your constant annoyance with him nothing short of amusing. "There's something called the internet. A name and a picture are all you need nowadays. Geto Suguru, that's his full name."

"Oh come on, this is all a get?" You say with a tired huff. For a second you're disappointed but before you let your frustrations get to you, you lean toward Gojo and give him an innocent little smile. "Can't you give me a little more than that, like where I can find him in real life and not online like some stalker...?" You ask.

Blue irises shoot over to your nearing frame. His gaze dampens with understanding as he eyes you, "Mmmh... How about I give you his Instagram?" Gojo says almost teasingly.

You shift onto your side a bit, holding up your body with your elbow before inching even closer to him. So close that your breasts press up against his arm. Then, you reach your other arm over and place a hand on his chest, tracing small little shapes on his skin.

Your eyes are almost begging him for more, "Can I get more than that? Please?" You ask, your voice nearly a whine.

Damn the way you make his body twitch because of your pleas. Gojo nibbles on his lower lip and he smirks a bit, "Why should I give you more than that? I'm already paying you to seduce him. Never said I'd help you find him."

You bite back the groan that tries to escape you. Gojo is infuriating but you shove your negative thoughts on him down as you push your body up and suddenly toss a leg over him, straddling him. You take a seat right over his crotch and earn an immediate deep groan from Gojo.

You're only wearing his t-shirt so sitting on top of him leaves one layer of clothing between your bodies. Gojo struggles to control himself with the feeling of your bare warm cunt sitting just above his cock, his sweatpants the only thing in between you two.

A hand is pressed into his abdomen as you lean forward a little, "Satoru," You purr, your tone making his breath hitch ever so slightly. "Just a little more, please?" You utter softly.

He opens his mouth but his response falls off his tongue when you shift your hips and rub over his clothed length. Gojo sighs and turns his head away from you, "Damn you..." He curses, annoyed by the sensual effect you have on him.

You rub yourself in a backward motion while leaning your torso forward to him. "Is that a yes?" You hum.

Gojo rolls his eyes and slowly swivels his head back in your direction, "No." He replies coldly.

You pout and tip your head to the side, rolling your hips over his crotch as if that's supposed to help you convince him. Even though the two of you just had sex and you're a bit too tired to go another round, clearly the only language Gojo understands is one spoken through sensuality.

Another hand slips over his bare chest and you gently press your fingers into his firm abs, his skin tense to your every touch. Your body leans forward some more and you arch your back a little, furthering the friction of your crotch over his.

"Please?" You whisper in the best tone you can to convince him.

Gojo grunts and his head threatens to turn from you again until you move your hand from his abdomen to his chin and pull him back. He doesn't know what kind of effect or hold you have on him but fuck is it working.

"Fuck, alright, alright..." Gojo grumbles, "What do you want? His class schedule?"

You grin, "That and maybe somewhere he usually hangs out. Y'know, so I can approach him in a normal setting and not like some creepy whore..."

The male below you chuckles, "Right. Well uh, Suguru usually-"

"Or," You cut off, rolling your hips over him again. "You can just introduce me to him yourself..."

Gojo takes in a crisp breath of air before moving his hands over your thighs. He tries to hide it but you can clearly tell he's struggling to control himself. It'd be a lie to say the man wasn't having thoughts of you bouncing on his cock right now. He swallows hard and you feel his fingertips press into your skin firmly.

A sudden smile spreads across his face and his eyes drop down to your waist, "Suguru's gonna have a fuckin' field day with you..." Gojo says with a slight scoff. "Y'know what, sure. I'll introduce you to him."

You flash a big thankful smile, "Really?"

"Mhm," Gojo hums deeply, his hands sliding up to your hips.

"Thank you," You say before another thought crosses your mind. "Oh, can you also tell me what kinda things he likes?"

Gojo's eyes are no longer on your face, most of his attention has gone to the way you look and feel on top of him. The hands he has on your hips slip under the shirt you're wearing and his soft skin presses into you.

"What kind of things he likes? Listen, I'm not just gonna sit here and tell you every-" Gojo is cut off by you grinding over him again and you watch him let out a hefty sum of air, almost as if he panted. "Fuck, stop moving so much..." He whispers.

You arch a brow, "Hm? What was that?" You respond playfully even though you hear him clearly.

The look in his eyes is serious, "Stop. Moving." He commands.

"I'm just trying to get comfortable..." You mumble innocently before wiggling into his crotch a little.

Gojo brushes off your comment with another eye roll. "What uh, what'd you want me to tell you again? Things Suguru likes?" He diverts.

A little grin takes over your features as you notice Gojo's being more obedient now. "Mhm, like maybe what kinda clothes or things in a woman he looks for?"

Gojo lifts his hips up a little, pressing himself into you and earning a jolt of tension to scurry up your spine. You ignored his length growing hard before due to your other movements but because he lifts into you, you can't exactly ignore the bulge you feel below you.

"He likes tight clothes on women if I remember correctly. And uh-," You rotate your hips around in a slow circle, and Gojo nearly moans mid-sentence. "Jesus, uhm... Fuck, what the hell was I saying again?"

The way you effectively distract him is amusing, it's what leads you to keep teasing him the way you are. "You were... telling me the things Geto likes. C'mon Satoru, focus." You utter sweetly.

His eyes glide up along your body until he settles on your face. "I don't need to tell you anything else, he'll like you. Trust me." He assures you.

Good enough. Seems like you're not half bad at seducing men. Maybe the problem was you going to find the right ones all along...

However, Gojo is a special case since he claims to have already had the hots for you from months ago. And since he says Geto will like you, you'll take his word for it.

With that, you lean back and relax on top of him. Gojo's eyes are a bit hazy in lust and the lack of friction over his erection is slowly driving him insane. You flinch when you hear the man call your name out in a tone filled with pure desperation, almost high-pitched with a fore-throbbing whine.

"Enough about Suguru," Gojo breathes out, "Finish what you started pretty girl." He requests.

You feign cluelessness, "I didn't start anything though?" You hum, chuckling a little.

That frosty gaze of his is stirring chills to slide down your spine. "Alright," He scoffs, "Slide back a bit then."

You stare for a second before moving, purposefully rolling over him as you move backward. Once you're no longer sitting on his crotch, you watch as Gojo shamelessly moves his hand down to palm himself.

Your lashes flutter in disbelief when he makes direct eye contact with you and pulls his cock out of his sweats. Damn the way your eyes shoot down instantly, your gaze met with an embarrassing leak of precum glazing over his tip.

His hand travels down his throbbing length, moving to relieve himself right in front of you. "Are you..." You blink to see if the sight of Goio stroking his length will disappear. It doesn't. "Are you jerking off? Right in front of me??" You huff.

Gojo smirks and his grip on himself grows tighter, "Fuck... No, I'm not agh-, jerking off in front of you. I'm jerking off to you." He corrects with a slight groan.

"Pervert..." You whisper loosely as your eyes remained glued to his cock.

That was just inside you? It's so... long. You're almost mesmerized by his hand movements, watching Gojo pull up and swirl his thumb over his tip with a very quiet whine he hopes you don't hear (you do).

His pulls only become quicker the more you stare and it doesn't take much for him to come close to an orgasm, especially with the way he sees your mouth watering.

Gojo moans your name out and you look up to his face. "Y'see what you do to me?" He pants, "F-Fuck, do me a favor..."

You think you get butterflies in reaction to his words. Again, perhaps you really are good at seducing men. "What is it Satoru?" You ask softly.

"Spit on it f'me," He huffs, "Please?"

Water is already being welled up in your mouth and you don't even hesitate to lower yourself to him slightly, spitting on his flushed tip just as he requested. Gojo's strokes become faster and he's panting and trying his best not to moan or whine.

His efforts fly out the window when you go further and push your tongue to his tip, just to get the slightest taste. Gojo lets out the filthiest moan when you wrap your lips around him and slip your tongue through the slit of his cock.

"Shit-," He chokes and his eyes almost roll back despite you hardly doing anything. "W-Wait I'm-," Again, Gojo is unable to speak and you're surprised when you pull your mouth off of him and he cums right then and there.

Right on your face too. You closed your eyes fast enough but Gojo didn't fail to get his seed on your tongue, lips, some on your nose, and even a bit all the way up above your eyebrow. The effect you have on the poor man is truly embarrassing.

Carefully, you open your eyes and blink a few times as you render the fact that he just came on your face.

Meanwhile, Gojo is dazed. He wants to take a picture so bad-- your pretty face decorated in his cum. It does something to him. He knows you'd never let him though, he's already got a video of you playing with yourself but this is just...

Well, it's worse but that's not why he wants a picture. Gojo wants to have this image of you so that he can go back to it later and so that he'll never be able to forget the scene of you decorated in his cum. "Fuck, I'm..." Gojo lets out a breathy laugh, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to uh..."

"Cum on my face?" You say slightly annoyed. A warning would've been nice, even though he couldn't get it out in time.

You raise a hand to wipe it off. "W-Wait," Gojo calls, causing you to pause. He beckons you to him with two fingers and you raise a brow.

Hesitantly, you crawl over him and toward his face until you're hovering over him. Gojo sits up slightly and you just knew he was about to lick his remnants off your face with how close he got to you. He doesn't though, thankfully.

Instead, Gojo moves to wipe his cum off your face with his hand as if he didn't want you to touch it. His thumb is gentle against your face and the two of you lock eyes as he cleans you.

When he's done, his thumb covered in his white fluids, his gaze drops down to your lips. Gojo smirks and forces your mouth open, wiping the fluids from his thumb onto your tongue. Your eyes widen but you don't fight with him.

"Swallow it for me?" He asks gently. Your stomach churns and you do just that, going as far as to suck on his thumb a little while you swallow down his seed. Gojo smiles proudly and whispers a soft and quiet, "That's my girl."

You try not to get too distracted but there is an emotion that swells in your heart. You ignore it for now but it's still there. "Satoru," You murmur.

"Hm?" He hums in response.

Your mind is thankfully back on the point of the entire interaction, "My money." You remind him.

Gojo chuckles and reaches a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, pulling out his wallet. Two thousand dollars in straight cash is pulled out of his wallet and he slips it into your hand.

He just walks around with this much money on him?? You wonder to yourself.

"First person on the list complete," Gojo hums. "But," He tilts his head and leans close to your expression, "You can always call me for more."

With a slick smile, you tip your head close to his and give him a little peck, "I know."

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As for your second target, Geto Suguru, meeting him was... an event.

If you thought that you were nervous when Gojo threatened to expose your video to the school, Geto made you utterly speechless. The breath was stripped right from your throat with how direct and clear he was with how he viewed you and what he wanted.

Gojo is silly with his flirting but Geto? That man is blunt with it. So blunt that you understand why Gojo said he's considered a 'medium' level difficulty.

It was late into the afternoon when Gojo called you over to his apartment. You slipped yourself into a simple yet pretty short black dress that accentuated your body shape.

This was to fit the image of women that Gojo told you Geto was attracted to of course but, you couldn't deny the way the dress lured attention from quite a few people as you made your way to Gojo's place. And it was no help when Gojo opened his front door and his eyes instantly shot down to your body.

"Damn," Is the first thing Gojo utters at the sight of you.

It's been about three days since this whole thing started and today was the day you were set to try seducing Geto. Your blackmailer informed you that the other guys on the list weren't going to be as easy since he won't introduce you to them and it may even take days or weeks to seduce some of them.

That bothered you a bit but hey, at least you have something outside of school to work on-- and you're getting paid.

Like always, your head is tipped back so that you can look up at the tall man wearing that annoying smirk of his. "Hi Gojo," You greet.

The male pouts, "What happened to calling me Satoruuu?"

Since you slept with him, you haven't seen him much so you assumed that calling him by his first name was just a one-time thing. Turns out you were wrong, "Oh, I just thought..."

"C'mon sweetheart, we're friends now aren't we?" Gojo asks.

You fold your arms under your chest and Gojo's vision focuses on your tits instantly. "Are we?" You ask in return.

His blue eyes narrow a bit as he stares, "Mhmm... Yeah," Gojo murmurs, clearly dazed for a second. You didn't know it but he was already having flashbacks of you and him a few days ago-- the way he had you laid out, moaning for him, scratching at his back, and eventually face covered in his-

"Alright then Satoru," You call, breaking him from his thoughts. "Since we're 'friends', you'll let me inside now right?"

Gojo shakes his head a little to part from his mind, "You should let me inside you again," He teases.

Heat rushes to your face and your eyes widen as you glance around the hallway to make sure no one else is there to witness or hear his foolishness. Seeing no one, you turn back to Gojo with a glare.

"I take it back, we're not friends." You say curtly.

Gojo moves a hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt, "Aw, that's hurtful... You're really gonna play hard to get now?" He questions.

Your firm gaze doesn't waver. "Can you just let me inside already?"

He chuckles and moves his body to the side so that you can walk past him. Once you do, Gojo's eyes drop to your ass and he smiles ridiculously hard. "Y'know, I don't mind if you decide to be like that," Gojo tells you.

His words confuse you so you end up turning around to him as he closes his front door. "Be like what?" You ask.

"Hard to get. Doesn't make me any less interested in you," Gojo admits.

Clearly, despite the blackmailing and the whole whoring you out to people he knows, Gojo has some kind of genuine attraction to, interest in, or even crush on you.

With a scoff, you focus yourself on why you're at his place right now, "I'm not concerned with your interests right now Satoru."

He smirks, "Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm interested in Geto's interests as of right now." You tell him confidently.

Gojo nods his head slowly, his eyes flickering behind you for just a moment. "That so?" He hums.

"Yeah..."

"Why's that again?" Gojo suddenly asks.

You blink, "You know why."

Gojo meets your gaze for a second before looking somewhere behind you again, this time his brows furrow a little. "Do I...?" He asks softly.

You turn your head behind you to see what he kept looking at but you're met with an empty hall that leads to other parts of Gojo's apartment.

Turning back to Gojo, you nod, "Yeah, you do. Hell, the only reason I'm here right now is for Geto."

Something inside Gojo pangs at your words but he pushes this feeling off. His mouth opens to respond with something witty but he's cut off.

"Is that so?" Another voice chimes in, the sound coming from your left and Gojo's right.

Both of you turn your head in that direction and your eyes go wide as Gojo's lips move to a smile.

Any words you had fallen off your tongue as you met eyes with Geto Suguru. Half of his raven locks of hair are pulled back into a bun and the remaining flows down his back, ending somewhere in the middle. He's got his fingers curled around a glass of water and his eyes won't leave yours.

Even with the distance between the two of you, you can tell he's tall, probably somewhere around Gojo's height if not the same. Geto seemed to have been lounging around based on the black sweater and sweatpants he's got on.

You've gone awfully quiet since he's said something and you stiffen up where you stand as Geto raises the glass of water to his face and takes a sip, eyes gliding down along your body.

Fuck, he's even sexier in person. You thought to yourself.

"Satoru," Geto calls out, his voice filled with so much affection that even you felt weird hearing it.

If your name had ever been called in such a way you'd melt right then and there. His voice is so sweet, sweet like honey as he calls Gojo's name. Hell, your head turns to the white-haired man to see if he even hears the way his friend calls for him.

Of course, Gojo seems to be used to it. "Hm?" He hums.

"Who's the angel you brought with you?" Geto asks, his eyes still on you but words directed to his friend.

Gojo steps toward you and tosses an arm over your shoulder, "Just a friend of mine." He says simply.

"Do I owe this friend of yours something?" Geto asks in response.

"Not that I know of, no."

"Then why's she 'here for me'?" He questions further.

Gojo's brows raise and he looks down at you, "Well sweetheart? I'm sure you can answer that better than I can."

Great. Gojo did that on purpose. He's putting you on the spot as if he doesn't only have you here to seduce the male standing in the kitchen. You shoot Gojo a quick glare and then look back to Geto, whose eyes are filled with curiosity.

"Uh, w-well," Damnit, Geto's intense eye contact has you stuttering and Gojo's arm over your shoulder, and closeness doesn't help you much. "Satoru promised to introduce me to you..." You murmur.

Gojo sighs at the fact that you threw the spotlight back onto him but luckily, Geto's not interested in talking to Gojo more than he already does. "Yeah?" Geto hums to you.

Your head nods slightly.

"And what's so special about meeting me? Again, do I owe you something...?" He asks, tilting his head slightly and giving you a warm little smile.

Your heart races as you try to come up with a response. Geto's smile is charming, but there's an air of mystery surrounding him that leaves you uneasy and nervous. You take a deep breath and gather your thoughts before speaking.

"No, you don't owe me anything," You reply, trying your best to sound confident. "I just uh..." Shit, what are you supposed to say? You wanted to meet him so you could fuck him for some stupid game Gojo has you playing?

Geto has his head still tilted but he straightens up and sets his glass of water off to the side. His hands go to his pockets casually and he moves to stand near the end of the counter.

One hand rises from his pocket and he beckons you closer with two fingers, "C'mere," Geto calls.

Gojo suddenly removes his arm from your shoulder, "I'll let you two chat," He hums playfully as he walks past you and heads down the hallway.

Your eyes go wide and your heart sinks, "W-Wait don't just leave me-," You sigh frustratedly while Gojo ignores you and dips off around a corner.

Slowly, your sights return to Geto who's still waiting for you to come to him.

"C'mon, I don't bite," He taunts, "Well, unless you want me to-"

"N-No." You squeak. "I just, I'm fine right here. Why do you need me so close?"

"Sorry gorgeous but, I can't hear you too well from all the way over there." He says, this time sending you a friendly smile.

You're hesitant but, you end up walking toward him. He's standing right by the edge of the kitchen counter so you approach the side closest to him. You're close enough to smell the cologne radiating off his body but not close to the point where you're uncomfortable or anything.

"There she is," Geto purrs as you come to a stop. He then extends a hand out for you to shake, "See? I'm not so scary up close am I?"

Scary? No. Ridiculously attractive? Yes. "No, I guess not..." You respond in a soft tone while taking his hand and shaking it.

Geto holds your hand firmly, running his thumb over the surface of your skin. "Now tell me, why'd you wanna meet me again?" He asks, his voice low and captivating.

"Uhm..." You swallow hard. Staring directly into his eyes wasn't easy and you swear your hand was growing all sweaty.

He weighs in closer to you, his face nearing yours a little, "Uhmm...?" Geto mocks, clearly teasing you in a similar way to Gojo.

You blink, "Sorry, you're just..." Don't say it. Don't say it. Do not say-, "Really hot." You blurt out.

He freezes and you feel as though you could die. Then, Geto starts laughing at you, flashing the prettiest smile you think you've ever seen from a man. "Think so?" He utters in the middle of his laughter.

Just go with it. At least you were getting somewhere, "Yeah uh, it's distracting." You continue.

Geto's laughter dies down and he suddenly shifts your hand, tugging it close to his face and moving to kiss over your knuckles. "How do you think you're making me feel?" He says smoothly as he stares into your eyes.

Your knees threaten to go weak. "H-Huh?"

"I mean," Geto lifts away from your hand and tilts his head over to bluntly look at your body, "Coming into my apartment, asking for me, wearing that..." He lists before glancing at your face again, "Looking like that..."

"Like what?" You ask.

He smirks, "My type."

A surge of mixed emotions flush into your face. He's got you flustered already. You're nervous and all hot, "Are you flirting with me right now?" You say with the falsest confidence you could muster.

"I am," Geto hums.

That's great and all but how are you supposed to convince him to fuck you...? Damn Gojo and this dumb ass game of his. You sigh and try your best to have your way with the man before you. Getting to know him isn't important. All that matters is that you sleep with him.

You're lucky there's no time limit on this but still, you want to just get it all over with. Purposefully pushing your chest out further as you straighten up your standing posture, you flash Geto a nice smile.

"Cute." You say slyly.

His brows furrow and he restrains from looking down at your tits. "Cute? You think my flirting is cute?" Geto chuckles.

You nod your head, "Yup."

"You pretending to be confident is what's cute," Geto argues back, having been caught on to your false confidence.

Your body tenses and you think your heart sinks a little. So much for being confident. The man sees right through you. "I wasn't pretending..." You deny.

Geto chuckles, "Sure you weren't. What's your name gorgeous?"

First Gojo with sweetheart and now Geto with gorgeous... Are you ever going to escape these nicknames? Probably not.

You give the man your name and his smile widens.

"That's pretty." He compliments, his words forcing a smile onto your face. "And please, just call me Suguru."

"Are you sure...?" You ask hesitantly.

He nods, "Why wouldn't I wanna hear my name coming from that pretty little mouth of yours?"

You freeze. He's so bold... almost too bold. Maybe he knows. Maybe Gojo told him the whole thing and he knows exactly why you're here.

"Now," Geto begins, breaking you from your thoughts, "You never really answered my question about why you wanted to meet me."

Shit. You still don't have a cover-up for that. You don't know anything about him so how are you supposed to explain why you wanted to meet him? If you knew where he works or what he does for a living maybe you could use that but Gojo didn't give you that much information.

You definitely should've asked Gojo more questions. You sigh and give the shittiest but only excuse you could come up with, "I saw you the other day and mentioned you to Satoru, he said he knew you and could introduce me to you so... here I am."

Geto stares, his eye contact making you nervous as always. "Right... So now that you're here... Tell me, what is it that you want from me?"

You chew on your lower lip. Again, how do you respond to this?

Before you come up with something, Geto suddenly leans down closer to you. "Is there something I can do for you gorgeous?" He murmurs in an almost seductive tone, clearly hinting at something.

Yes. He could bend you over the kitchen counter and have his way with you so that you can get him checked off that stupid ass list... But of course, you're not gonna say all of that out loud.

"Uhm, n-no?" You utter.

Your breath sinks into your throat as he nears you some more, his face stopping a few inches away from your own. "You sound unsure." Geto teases. He then places his hand over your own and gives you a gentle smile, "You wanted to see me for a reason so, just tell me."

"I'm interested in you." You end up blurting out.

His eyes widen, "Yeah?" Geto smiles, still remaining close to you, "Interested in me how?"

Sexually. But you don't say that.

Instead, your eyes drop down to his lips, and damn the way Geto notices it too. You're screwed, so screwed. He definitely knows you came over to seduce him. There's no way he doesn't.

With what little confidence you have, you decide to just say 'fuck it' and go for it. "I think you know how." You say with a different tune to your voice.

Your words prompt a quirk on his lips, "Maybe," Geto replies, furthering your suspicions of Gojo telling him everything. "But damn, at least take me on a date first..." He says playfully.

And there's your confirmation. He definitely knows why you're here.

"Well, when are you free?" You respond. Knowing that he's already aware of your intentions only makes this whole thing easier for you.

Geto flashes a smile, "Wow, you actually wanna take me on a date? Alright then, I'm free tomorrow night if you are."

Of course you are, tomorrow's a Sunday and you barely even have friends as it is.

"Yeah, I'm free..." You hum.

He nods and the two of you soon exchange numbers.

A little more small talk occurs between you two but ultimately, your plan to seduce Geto and get him to sleep with you has officially begun...

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ☐

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summary - Dad!Luke fluff! (w a bit of sadness(?) for like two paragraphs)

“Daddy! Daddy! you’re home!” Your daughter said to Luke as soon as he had gotten in through the front door of your house.

As she said it, she was running as fast as she could to him, and as soon as she got to him, Luke scooped her up and held her in his arms, “I am baby, I missed you! Where is mommy at?”

“Mommas is in the kitchen, she’s getting dinner ready!” Your daughter said, her and Luke made their way in the kitchen to find you.

As soon as Luke said he was heading home, you got busy making dinner for all of you, like you always do. Looking up from your phone, where you were texting Luke’s mom Ellen about a recipe, you heard footsteps coming closer. Putting your phone down, you keep an eye on the doorway, slowly you see two sets of eyes look around the corner, along with some giggling.

Keeping up the same theatrics, you creep closer to them, trying not to giggle yourself. As you make it to the doorway, you say, “I’m going to get you two!”

“Ah mommy no!” As your daughter buries her face in Luke’s neck laughing.

“If you two are going to try to scare me, you at least have to be quieter,” You say looking up at your daughter and Luke. Luke just throws his head back laughing, and he pulls you into his side to hug you also.

“We will try better next time,” He says going for a kiss, “I’ve missed you both.”

He had been gone for a week long roadie, and you and your daughter had been calling and FaceTiming him all week any chance you could. Although, you were used to it, having been with him since you were 19, your daughter hasn’t fully gotten used to it. You two had her by accident when you were both 21, and although it was rough, with you still finishing school and Luke getting the hang of playing for the Devils, you both wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“We’ve missed you too, haven’t we honey?”, asking your daughter.

Nodding her head, she says, “Can I go play with my toys now?”

Laughing at her impatience, Luke sets her down and she’s off to play with her toys. Bringing you into a full on hug now, he says, “How have you been momma?”

“I’ve been good, she’s a handful sometimes, but other than that, it’s been good, but I’m so glad you’re home now.”

“Me too and we have home games for a bit, so I’ll be here for a while,” Luke kissed your forehead. “Now whatcha cooking? I’m starving”

“Babe you’re always hungry, but I’ve gotten a recipe for spaghetti from your mom that I’ve been wanting to try, it’s baked spaghetti, so it’s just finishing up in the oven,” He follows you back into the kitchen, “Do you want to go shower and change while it’s finishing up?”

“I took a shower before we boarded the plane, so I’ll just go change real quick,” giving you a quick pat on the butt, he turns and walks out of the kitchen, stopping to talk to your daughter real quick.

You hear their conversation from the kitchen, your daughter says, “Daddy! Look at the new Barbie mommy got me!”

You know what’s going to come next since you and Luke both told each other not to get your daughter anymore presents since her birthday is so soon. However, you couldn’t tell her no after she gave you puppy dog eyes at the toy store.

Replying back to her, Luke says with a laugh, “Oh did she now? Doesn’t she know that you have enough toys! I love it though baby, I’ll be right back.”

Hearing Luke come back into the kitchen, you go back to checking on the food, you hear him cough, “Hey babe?”

Slightly turning your head, you give him a shy smile, “Yes?”

You see him leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, he asks, “What happened to not getting her anymore toys until her birthday?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Umm I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You couldn’t resist giving him a sweet smile, as you know he’s not really mad about it.

“Hmm sure you do,” he says with a wink, “As if you didn’t get on to me about bringing her home a stuffed bear two weeks ago.”

“Hey! You know as good as me that you can never say no to those puppy dog eyes!”, you say, and he makes his way around the kitchen island to you again.

Coming to stand behind you, he whispers into your ear, “Don’t worry I couldn’t resist not bringing her home another stuffed animal, I think we both have a problem babe.”

Leaning back into his chest, you laugh. “We better stop before we have to convert a whole other room into a play room just for her toys.”

“I know, I know. I just hate not coming back with anything, especially when I’m gone for so long,” he says resting his chin on your head.

Sighing you say, “I get it, we both know it’s hard, but she’ll understand eventually. She just misses her dad sometimes but she knows you’ll always come back home to her.”

Squeezing you tighter, he adds, “And I’ll always come back home to you too, always the both of you, forever.”

Turning around you kiss him, humming into the kiss, he pulls you into him and you run your hands up and down his back. The oven timer has you both pulling away, “I’ll get it out and get everything done, if you go change into something comfier and then check on her and bring her in here.”

“Sounds good, but don’t think I’m not going to continue this little make out session later tonight,” he says winking at you again. Even though you have been together for years, he never fails at making you blush.

#luke hughes #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes imagines #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #hockey fics

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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something about college bf ! kenma has me giggling n twirling my hair🤭

kenma that has his hair in a claw clip that you got him, now being a pro and twirling it into said clip

kenma that gives you a key to his apartment and isn’t surprised when he feels you behind him, hands on his shoulders as he works on another last minute assignment

kenma who holds your hands all the time, because “they’re really soft, i dunno, i just find them comforting”

kenma who’s known widely around campus as ‘that one box dyed quiet guy’ but to you, is your chaotic, beautiful boyfriend

kenma who stays up til odd hours with you, doing stupid things and screaming at eachother while you game

kenma who only laughs at your jokes because “we have the same humor , obviously. we’re just better than everyone else.”

kenma who refuses to give back anything you lend him. clothes, clips, books, pens, he keeps everything of yours. he also wears your clothes half the time to campus, but no one really knows that it’s yours. they just assume he has a very spontaneous dressing style.

kenma who cannot go a day without you scratching his under cut, running your nails over it and massaging all his worries away.

kenma who looks at you with heart eyes whenever you talk about your course, because “you just light up when you talk sometimes, it’s really cute to look at”

kenma who sends you the sweetest ‘hey, i know you’re asleep but..’ paragraphs at ungodly times, so you wake up happy

kenma who confessed by pulling up to your house with a boom box playing ‘pluto projector’ and waiting for you to let him in. he sat down on the couch and made you listen to him recall every moment that led up to him falling inlove with you.

“and then there was that time when you made me coffee when i was working, even though i told you to fuck off and..” he looks at you with shiny, gleaming eyes,” you sat on the floor next to me, and waited, and when i was done you said you were proud-,” he stops himself from raising his voice, hands finding your own as stray strands of bleach- blond hair fall into his eyes at the aggression of his movement,” i can’t remember the last time someone saw me, my work, my effort. they always thought i wasn’t trying or that i didn’t care to try but you, yn,” your best friend got close, so close that you couldn’t breathe, so close that if he was any closer - you think he’d kiss you,

kenma was breathless trying to explain- trying to get his point across as he continued,“you always saw me. who i am and who i’m not. and i realised that the reason you never got tired of me is because you couldn’t get enough of me and god,” a loud sigh left his lips as a wide smile etched across his face ,” i’ve never felt more wanted in my life. “

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rottingparts · 10 months

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I saw the mirage imagine and It was so good like it got me barking. But anyways, can I have a smut request of mirage. Like, overstimulating or teasing mirage until he can't stop jerking his hips Or or or if your comfy you can you add like teasing on the neck too??! For example, umm, like reader putting there mouth on their wires and making them cry for more??!

If you're comfortable doing this. do it , please do it

OMG NOW YOU GOT ME BARKING!!! This is more teasing than anything, and it was supposed to be like a few paragraphs and ended up longer than that, and honestly I could have made it longer... Hope you enjoy, sweet nonnie! -Rot

Summary: You have a great idea, and Mirage is intrigued, even if you won't tell him what it is.

WARNINGS: 18+! MINORS DNI! Teasing, grinding, human!reader, Dom!Reader (kinda), Mirage is a switch, no specifications of reader's gender in any way

Word Count: 800

“I wanna try something.”

Your words were innocent and sweet, but it was definitely not a question. Mirage seemed to get a hint that whatever was on your mind was not innocent and was on board almost immediately. He did not ask what you had in mind, he only asked what you needed.

“Sit down.” You smiled at him.

“On the ground?”

“No, on the wall,” You snorted at your own answer. “Yes, on the ground, silly.”

“No need for sarcasm,” Mirage pouted. “But, since I love you so much, I will do what you say.”

‘Yeah,’ you smiled at Mirage, him having no clue what you were thinking, ‘I’m sure it’s ‘cause you love me and not because you’re horny.’ Once Mirage sat down, you walked over to him. You looked over at him and cocked your head.

“You got me kicking my feet and shit,” Mirage smiled at you, his feet moving back and forth as he sat down and looked at you. “What’s on your mind?”

“When is Noah coming back?” Your eyes met Mirage’s optics and he thought for a moment.

“One hour.”

You nodded, still not answering Mirage’s question. Mirage did not ask again though, he trusted whatever you were doing would be fun. You walked closer to Mirage and you could tell he was growing more excited. His feet moved a little faster, and once you took position, they froze.

You straddled the Autobot as best you could. Your eyes looked up at his wide, bright blue optics and you gave him a sweet smile. “I want you to keep your hands to yourself.”

Mirage seemed stunned, “You always want me to touch you-”

“This is about you right now, baby. Keep your hands at your sides, or at least to yourself, until I give the okay,” You waited for him to nod, “okay?”

Mirage nodded and you gave a quick nod of acknowledgement back. You rested your hands on Mirage’s shoulders and pushed yourself up ever so slightly. Mirage watched with anticipation as you positioned yourself over him. His optics never left you, and you did not want them to.

Without saying a word, you started to slowly grind against him. Your eyes moved from his chest plate and up to his optics, and he looked like his spark was going to stop. His fingers twitched against the ground. He wanted to do nothing more than touch you, but Mirage listened well enough when it came to you and pleasure.

“You’re practically giving me a lap dance,” Mirage groaned, “And I can’t touch you?”

“Trust the process,” You kept your eyes on him. “And, feel free to uh, help yourself relieve any pressure if you need to.” Your movements did not falter. And neither did, Mirage’s. He was quick to get his spike out. “But-” Your movements stopped, “Don’t touch yourself, either.”

Mirage looked like he was going to explode. “How am I supposed to-”

One of your hands left his shoulder and you leaned back, slightly. Your hand ran up his spike, so gently you were sure Mirage really would explode. Mirage whimpered and you grew hot. His whines filled the air as you would grind against him and touch him. You were being so gentle, too gentle.

Mirage’s hips jerked upwards and hit you as you were coming down. You smiled to yourself, happy with the hold you had on Mirage. Your hand brushed over his neck, not on purpose, but that was going to change. As soon as you touched the wires Mirage jerked again. An idea struck you and you smirked to yourself. Mirage could tell something other than him was coming.

You leaned up, your hand moving from his spike and back to his shoulder. You were still grinding, mostly to help yourself at this point, because you knew what you were about to do was going to be all Mirage needed. Your lips hit the wires. You could feel Mirage twitch, his entire body jerked. His hips bucked up again and you smiled against him.

Your lips grazed the wires, a soft kiss being placed against them before you pulled back. Mirage whimpered again, close to begging. You just knew it. Your breath hit the wires and Mirage was becoming uncontrollably horny. Worse than before. Your lips pressed to them again and a loud cry escaped from Mirage. You smiled against him and nuzzled his neck, his hips bucking into you several times before you spoke.

“Okay.” You stayed still, lips still on the wires.

“‘Okay’ what?” Mirage was frantic, voice almost cracking.

“Touch me.” As soon as the words left your mouth, Mirage had the roles flipped. You were on the ground and Mirage was over you. You could feel Spike against your thigh. He stared down at you, ex-venting heavily. “C’mon,” Your voice was soft, “We gotta do this before Noah shows back up.”

Mirage was ready to fucking go, “I don’t even care if he finds us at this point. I hope we’re still going at it when he gets back!”

You had wound Mirage up and you couldn’t be more excited with the results. You were going to need to do that more often.

#valveplug #rotb mirage #tf mirage #mirage #mirage x reader #mirage smut #transformers smut

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camryn-haitani · 4 months

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I know darling

Colby Brock x Fem!Reader

DO NOT REBLOG MY WORKS

you sent Colby a lengthy paragraph about all the things you want him to do to you. and he makes everything you sent come true

TW: Dom Colby, p in v sex, fingering (Fem receiving), teasing, video masterbation (from Colby), mentions of Sam joining and watching, face fucking (Fem receiving), fingering, name calling "love, baby, angel, sweetheart, good girl, good bitch, pretty girl, bitch, whore, slut", praise and degradation, cursing, video during it, aftercare, plot twist

I am a firm believer that Colby is into face fucking

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once I started texting the words I wanna say, they wouldn't stop coming. once I felt like I said enough to get him going, I sent it along with a spicy pic of me in his favorite lingerie. and now I wait for his response.

Colby POV

That was one of the scariest things we've ever caught on camera. me, Kris, and Sam decided we had enough and packed up to go home. we all get in the car and wait for the long car ride home.

once we get into a town, I finally have service and I get a shit ton of notifications. the one that caught my eye was the one y/n sent. I see she sent a long paragraph along with a photo. I was expecting a message about how much she misses me. holy shit I was wrong.

what I'm reading is the most spine chilling, boner inducing, and cock throbbing thing I've ever read. the more I read, the more hard I get. I grab my xplr hoodie and cover my lower half, not wanting Sam to see my boner.

we still have a 3 hour car ride back to LA, I'm not gonna make it that long. my breath get harsh and fast. Sam notices and says something. "hey man, you good?" he asks as he hits my arms. "yeah uhm I'm good, just thinking about the stuff that happened earlier."

I'll give it an hour and see if it goes away.

*an hour later*

well it's been an hour and I still have a boner. I roll my eyes and try to think of an excuse.

"hey Sam uh pull over to a gas station, I uhm have to piss" I lie. "I got you man" Sam pulls over to a gas station and I quickly run out of the car and into the bathroom. I sigh as I pull down my pants when an idea popped in my head.

I pull out my phone and start recording.

*a little while later*

I finish and clean myself up as i send the video to y/n.

me: video

me: I hope you enjoy this love

Y/n POV

I hear my phone buzz and I open it without hesitation. I see he sent a video and I watch it from beginning to end.

me: can't wait for you to get home daddy~

I know that name gets him going and I wanna see what happens. not even 5 minutes later, I get another text from him.

colbs<333: god you have no idea what you do to me, angel. when I get home, you better have my favorite outfit on with your head hanging off the side of the bed<3

me: yes sir<33

since I have his location, I can see how far away he is. he's about an hour and a half away from home, so when he gets about 10 minutes away from home, I'll do what he says.

*an hour and a half later*

I get more and more excited when I watch his icon get closer and closer to our house. I decide to get changed into his favorite lingerie and lay down on the bed.

I hear the door open and I hear stuff slam on the ground with fast foot steps coming up the stairs. I quickly put my head off the side of the bed just like he said. the door swings open and I see him with lustful eyes eating me alive.

"goddamn angel, you look gorgeous" he walks closer to me. his rough, calloused hands run all over my body as he ogles me. every movement he makes on my body, I twitch with anticipation.

he plays with my tits as he runs his fingers over my nipples over the lingerie as a whimper elicits from my mouth. I feel his boner on my cheek in his pants, wanting to be let out. I lift my hand up to caress his cock. I wrap my hand around it and barely squeeze it. he groans as he steps back to free his aching cock.

"you ready, princess?" he asks as he places his cock on my lips. I nod vigorously and open my mouth, spit already coating his leaking tip.

"just tap my thigh if you can't breathe" he reassures. I nod as he taps his cock on my tongue a few times before shoving his cock in my throat. I gag but then get used to it.

I let him use my throat for whatever he needs. there's pre-cum and saliva dripping down my chin and my mouth.

his thrusts get more harsh. 'hes about to cum' I think to myself. "gonna.... fuck.. close.." he mutters. he can't even pronounce words. I grab his waist and pull him further into my mouth. "fuck!" he yells, unknowingly I was going to do that.

I feel his cum drip down my throat and chin. I sit up and gather his cum and put it back in my mouth. he does the same with my spit.

his eyes widen for a second, like he has an idea. he pulls out his phone and starts recording.

"oh Sam would love this, wouldn't he?" he teased his fingers on my slit. I can only nod, my mind is cloudy and my eyes dizzy with pleasure. "I need words, pretty girl." he says, curling his fingers up in me. "yes! he would love seeing me like this!" I yell. Colby chuckles at my words.

"seeing you like this. being such a slut for me." his fingers get more and more quick. I know that him and Sam have done something like this in the past, but Sam watching me is so erotic to me.

"go ahead and tell the camera how much of a slut you are. for me and Sam. go on bitch."

"fuck Sam, I want you in me. I want you and Colby to fuck me so hard it hurts to walk. please Sam" I beg with pleasing eyes.

"good bitch" his fingers get more aggressive and he can tell I'm getting close.

he rips his fingers out of me as I'm about to cum. "w-what... why.. please, I want it... wanna cum for you" I plead into the camera.

he grabs my cheeks "only good sluts get to cum. this is what you get for getting me hard in the car. you knew I was with Sam and yet, you still did it. it's like you wanted Sam to know." he coos.

"yes! I wanted Sam to know! I want you both to fuck me!" I whine.

"that's what I thought, you whore" he lines up his cock and slides it up and down my wet folds.

"daddy please I need you." I beg. "fine, only because I'm so fucking hard for you" he rams his cock into me without a second thought.

"why don't you tell Sam what you want him to do to you, hm?" Colby teases. "want.... want you to fuck my face while Colby e-eats me out" my hands cover my face in embarrassment.

he rips my hands from my face "I think Sam would wanna see your pretty face as I fuck you." he pins my hands above my head as he slides his cock in and out of me.

his pace gets faster and his rhythm gets sloppy. my legs wrap around his waist, wanting him closer in me.

he apparently liked that because I feel him twitch in me. "fuck... gonna cum in your pretty pussy, huh? you want me to cum in you, fucking slut"

"shit..... yes yes yes please." I beg more.

his final push in me makes me unravel the knot in my stomach. my back arches as my legs tighten around his waist.

his breath slows as he picks himself up and goes to our bathroom. he runs a washcloth under water and comes back to clean us up.

Colby wore a smirk on his face that I couldn't see. "hey baby, can you get the cameras from downstairs please? I wanna edit some footage from earlier"

"yeah sure" I struggle to go downstairs but I make it through

I turn the corner and there he is…

Sam

he was downstairs this whole time

"uhm uhh... hi?"

"hello beautiful" he says as he stands up and walks towards me. he puts a finger under my chin and makes me look at him "you sounded lovely up there. calling out for me. I hope you meant every word up there because I plan on making those things true. " he whispered in my ear.

his phone goes off. "I wonder what this is" he says sarcastically. he pulls up the video Colby took of me. "I hope I make you sound like this" he kisses your neck and walks out the door.

“fuck”

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this has been in my head for a looooong time

#colby brock x reader #colby brock #x reader #colby #sam and colby x reader #sam golbach #xplr #sam #im feral for these 2 #please help #colby brock smut #smut

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imnameimswrld · 18 days

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ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 ⁰³ ׄ ⑅ DR3 ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ in the midst of almost drowning yourself in studying, daniel is always sure to pull you back up the surface.

— PAIRING ੭ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

— FILE ੭ social media au, drabble.

— WARNINGS ੭ none.

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oscarpiastri replied to your story !

don't overworking urself yn !

always remember to take breaks, ok ?

yes, thanks oscar :)

landonorris replied to your story !

get those grades queen

but also take ur breaks pls and thanks

💅 , thanks lan !

yukitsunoda0511 replied to your story !

pla don't overworking urself and get sick again

daniel was not fun to deal with

healthy you = happy daniel !!!

gotcha yuks 😭🤞

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Your concentration has been wired on this very paragraph for the past half hour, your brain trying to register every word but your eyes just keep drifting back to the beginning.

It frustrates you to the core; your coffee glass is empty, your glasses feel like they've left an indentation on the bridge of your nose, there's a distinct pinch of pain that's nene growing im temples for the past hour – right about now would be the perfect time for-

"Knock, knock."

Daniel's soft voice echoes through the door that stands ajar, and slowly the door to your study swings open for a head of unruly curls to pop in.

"Hey there pretty," his smile just makes your whole systems feel ten pounds lighter. "Mind if I steal your attention for a bit ?"

Your lips curl up as you nod eagerly, twisting your roller chair around to face him. "Please do baby."

Despite being with you for almost 3 years, the delicate way you always speak to him will forever kiss a pink tint to the tips of his ears. Walking over, Daniel pulls you up for a moment, only for him to steal your seat and offer his lap as your new one. You take it without hesitation, discarding your specs to nuzzle your head comfortably into his warm neck.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that right ?" his voice is deep and gentle as he speaks, his head resting on yours with his arms wrapped securely around your curled up body.

"I mean, in just a few months I'll be the fiancé of a woman with a honors in engineering. Do you know how amazingly smart and talented you love ?" your head tilts back so you could gaze up into his big honey browns, the emotion you find there so full of love and admiration.

"You're perfect."

You grin, absolutely adoring the compliments. "Please, keep 'em coming honey."

"And you're remarkable."

You hum, smile growing as he his face gets closer and closer with every sentence.

"And you're beautiful, and kind, and hardworking..."

Daniel's lips take yours in passion and sweetness, your hand coming up to run your thumb along his stubbled jawline. He pecks soft kisses around your face, each followed by yet another compliment because honestly, he could write a whole book about how much of an amazing person you are.

"And I love you with every inch of my being, my heart is forever yours, in this life and the next." with another peck to your lips, he pulls away to smile down at you.

"Daniel Ricciardo, did you just recite your vows to me ?" your gaze narrows playfully, hand creeping up into his curls.

He chuckles heartily. "Sweetheart, if you think that was poetry, you ain't seen nothing yet."

You laugh because in his arms, before quickly pulling him down for some more of his special, comforting kisses.

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danielricciardo

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danielricciardo i am officially a fiancé to a woman with a HONORS DEGREE IN ENGINEERING !? Baby, I'm so crazy proud of you and god i love you so much.

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lewishamilton GO YN !!!

▹ ynusername ahhh, thank you lew ! 😭

ynusername goddammit baby i love you so much 😭❤

▹ danielricciardo 💋💋💋

yukitsunoda0511 yn come apply to be our head of engineering i need a faster car 😁

▹ charles_leclerc no hey me first ! I asked before you yuki so het in line – plus yn, love, ferrari will pay you TRIPLE of whatever redbull offers you :)

▹ lewishamilton forget Mercedes, yn, I will pay you QUADRUPLE for you to be my personal engineer and mechanic.

▹ ynusername damn, ya'll are making some really good offers here huh...

▹ danielricciardo oi leave my girl alone and go cry about ur car problems to someone else.

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imnameimswrld I partially wrote this for my own comfort, but I hope it brings some to you lovelies too <3

#f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #daniel ricciardo x female reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #formula one smau #smau #formula one social media au #f1 drabble

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 days

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Am i the asshole for not wanting to make my oc bi/pan?

So i (23 FtM) joined an oc rp discord server, the setting is that everyone's ocs got isekai'd into a mystery escape room dimension and have to work with strangers to escape, because of this everyone is encouraged to use an oc that would be out of their element in this setting to see how they would react. My oc is Yuu, he is a gay man who i established to be an extremely introverted and brutally honest person and already have a boyfriend.

Let's call the other person Laura (22F), her oc is Jen who, in Laura's own words, is her self-insert. We rp'd together a few times on this server, our characters solving lock rooms together with Jen scolding Yuu for being rude or not understand social etiquette sometimes. While i didn't think much of it since i also rp with others the same way, Laura started shipping our ocs together since she interpreted that our ocs were getting closer and falling in love. At first, it was just mild flirting in our rp so i didn't say anything and just continue without responding to the flirts, but Laura got more explicit and even draw ship art of Yuu and Jen. Things gotten too uncomfortable for me to ignore so i asked Laura in ooc chat to stop and explained that my oc is gay and already have a lover etc.

Things should have stopped there but instead Laura told me to change Yuu's lore or make a bi/pan AU version of him, saying that i can just count this as not canon and rejecting Jen like that is too cruel. Of course i refused and stood my ground but a mod, who i think is Laura's friend, came in and said something about how by refusing to change Yuu's sexuality i would be a misogynist bi/panphobic fujoshi fetishizing mlm relationship (it was a whole paragraph that too long to be included fully.) We agrued back and forth about this and how i should have rejected Laura before she got too attached to me oc, things ended when i said fuck it and left the server while also blocking Laura and that mod.

I later told by my friend who was also in that server that Laura had a huge breakdown and even cried in vc which made me felt really bad and wonder if i should have handled this better and told her to stop from the start. I also heard that the mod tried to comfort Laura by basically telling her to steal my oc but thats a different story.

So, am i the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sugarcoatedcherry · 1 year

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void state progress and success!!!

I'm updating every day privately (now public) hehe

(scroll down and read pink highlighted paragraph for success story I had started attempting void much earlier than this)

day 1: tried but eventually fell asleep

day 2. did an extensive reasearch, like all day, read ton of success stories, got insane inspiration. believed void was real and manifestations are instant. I tried and got into hypnagogic state. but fell asleep

day 3: re read all the success stories again and again whole day and became more confident, I made mental notes on common symptoms I'd have, affirmed little. all night I played subliminals, binaural beats etc but got tired and fell asleep

day 4: still motivated, angry but persisting, I am affirming, made more mental notes on how I should go about void, did more reasearch on Hinduism interpretation on void, read about void on reddit, YouTube, explore astral projection and sleep paralysis video's comment section (they had similar symptoms just like void) became even more confident with void, tried methods but eventually i got exhausted and fell asleep

day 5: MADE MY OWN RULES. YES, no notes or anything, it's my way baby, it'll go how I want it to go, when I want it go. no more sending asks to bloggers, no more doubting, no more worrying the process. Just believing it will happen. not worrying about the circumstances. I'm very confident that today IS THE DAY 💅

day 6: I couldn't enter, i slept lmao

day 7: I got to the vibrational stage but my thoughts were distractibg and I slept

day 8: I learnt about sleep paralysis and tried that

day 9: last night didn't work, but I'll persist

day 10: i just slept, void is messing with my sleep schedule

day 11: spend A LOT OF TIME researching about void in Hinduism and got a lot of confidence but didn't enter

day 12: AGAIN SPENT A LOT OF TIME RESEARCHING about void in Hinduism but didn't make it

day 13: I'm getting closer to something very important and I need to enter void on a time crunch. I cried

day 14: everything is exhausting, but I still tried entering void but rolled over anf slept

day 15: i drank coffee to stay awake and I'm doing the meditation sitting up so that I don't roll over and fall asleep

(UGHHHHHHHHHH GOD )

day 16: I found a subliminal that made my body vibrate within first 2 minutes of listening?? and I looped it overnight but fell asleep sometime while listening but I'm still hopeful.

day 17: stupid exams

day 18: studied for my next stupid exams

day 19: I am so tired I didn't attempt I wanted to sleep peacefully

day 20: Literally my entire life is on hold because I am trying to get into void, I do realise this is unhealthy but at the same time I am so much confident that I can do it? I don't know how to explain this confidence but I know I will enter the void.

day 21: more exams and didn't attempt

day 22:

I DID IT GUYS I DID IT OMGGG THIS FEELS SO GOOD OH GOD JDKEODJDJDN I LOVE THIS FOR ME I FEEL UNSTOPPABLE I CHANGED MY ENTIRE LIFE THIS IS SO BIG TO ME Y'ALL DON'T HAVE A CLUE AHHHHH. I'M GONNA CRY. I HAVE EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED JSBSJDKDODKSNSN

quick thanks to all loass bloggers on Tumblr and Sammy Ingram (she shitted about void but it's okay lmao is her limiting belief but I'm thanking her for introducing the law to me) my fav bloggers are @rosellesworkshop @fleurlx @blushydior @stargirl-kira @multiversebaddie @zen-shu @prettymindset111 @luvforend @sa777urn @aphroditeapprenticee @gorgeouslypink @littlemissprettyprincess @sirensplayhouse thanks for answering my asks.

ANDDD all the anons who posted void success stories and thanks to @voidsuccess for compiling them!!! (i used to obsessively surf her blog day and night until day 10 lmaoo)

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runnning-outof-time · 9 months

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K, darling!! I'm sending you this one, because you sent me a gif, too ❤️❤️.

Probably Tommy is struggling with something, too. Feel you, Tom 🤝.

Thanks for sending this my way, Flor!! I truly feel Tommy here…this have been my exact reaction when thinking about writing/wanting to write these past few weeks - it’s gotten a bit better since you’ve sent this, but I still can’t help but struggle slightly from hour to hour. Since you went lighthearted on the gif I sent you, I figured I’d do the same here. I…really don’t know what came of it - like I said, writing has been hour to hour for me. But I hope you’ll maybe get a laugh from it. ☺️. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

A Much Welcomed Distraction

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, smoking

Summary: (Y/N) tries to get Tommy’s mind off of the work he’s been struggling with. Tommy, for once, accepts the distraction, until he realizes that maybe he will have to finish his work first.

No matter what he did, the words wouldn’t come out right. He’d been trying to figure out how to address the receiver of this letter for at least an hour now. Who would have thought that it’d be hard to write to the fucking Prime Minister of England? Tommy certainly didn’t upon initially thinking of the idea. Now here he was, stuck after a paragraph as he wondered if his word choice would be correct enough to get Winston Churchill to actually want to finish reading it.

He was so invested in his writing - or his attempt to do so - that he didn’t even hear the door opening. It wasn’t until he heard the voice of his wife that he looked up: “Lizzie told me you’d be in here.”

Tommy only nodded, just barely glancing up at her before focusing on the paper again. He didn’t miss the sound of her footsteps approaching the desk though.

“What’re you working on?” she asked him, coming to his side and leaning against the desk to take a look at the paper in front of him.

“A much needed letter,” he answered, exhaling a bit of a sigh as he slouched back against his chair. He could feel her lean in closer, perhaps to take a better look at the letter.

“Dear Mr. Churchill…” she started off, reading in a formal tone. There was a bit of a pause before the sound of her heels turning on the hardwood was heard, “you’re writing to the bloody Prime Minister, Tommy?” she asked, a bit of surprise laced into her words.

“I am, yes,” he answered her with a nod, glancing up at her before continuing, “expect there hasn’t been much writing happening,” he ended his statement with a sigh, bringing his left hand up to run across his face before he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Well I can see why…it isn’t every day you write a letter to a man of that standing,” (Y/N) commented, her words making Tommy exhale a snort; one that she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at, “it’s an extraordinary feat, Tommy…I certainly wouldn’t know what to say,” she defended herself.

“It needs to get written,” he mumbled, reaching out to grab the half spent cigarette from the ashtray so that he could take a deep drag from it, “and it needs to happen before any other order of business comes up,” he concluded, smoke accompanying his words as he uttered them. He finished his stressed statement off with another drag before snuffing the cigarette out in the ashtray. He then sat back again, exhaling another frustrated huff as he did so.

“I see…” (Y/N) trailed off, nodding her head in understanding. She had an inkling of a thought that this was business related. With every move Tommy made, he had to do the background work to make sure that it was well calculated and would turn out the way he wanted it to. Oftentimes he’d frustrate himself in the process of completing that background work. “It isn’t worth beating yourself up over though, I’m sure. Take a break, maybe?” she suggested. It didn’t come as much of a surprise that his reaction to her suggestion was an incredulous one.

“Hmm,” he hummed at her statement, and (Y/N) couldn’t really discern if it was a hum of agreement, or of disapproval.

“Maybe I can take your mind off of it then?” she offered another suggestion, biting on her lip to stop the grin from forming when his eyes snapped up to her face. “You liked the sound of that, didn’t you?” she questioned, letting her grin show as she sat her hand flat on the desk and leaned her weight against it.

“Love, I need to write this letter,” Tommy stayed steadfast on his priorities. Despite the dismay in his tone, he didn’t exactly disagree with her suggestion.

“Doesn’t seem to be much writin’ going on,” (Y/N) quipped back, her words making him quirk an eyebrow in her direction.

They held each others stares until Tommy exhaled another sigh. After running a hand over his face, he dragged his eyes up to her. “What do you have in mind?” he asked, his words coaxing a grin from his wife.

“I’m happy you asked,” she chirped, moving to sit down on his lap. Tommy welcomed her with open arms, his hands falling onto her hips so that she would be secure. “I was just thinking that maybe I’d give you a kiss…” she paused, her hands falling onto his shoulders before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, “…or two…” she kissed him again. A look of amusement formed on Tommy’s face. “And that maybe those kisses would help some ambition for writing to return,” she concluded, going in for a slightly longer kiss then.

“I thought you were working to distract me from writing, love?” he questioned her intentions when she pulled away.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his question. “I wouldn’t exactly say distract…” she paused, lifting her one hand to tap on her chin as a physical show that she was thinking on how to finish her statement, “instead maybe I’m giving you a taste of what’s to come later,” she ended off her statement with a quick, suggestive glance; one that Tommy most certainly didn’t miss.

“A taste?” he asked another question, his eyebrows now raised.

“Yes. Of what’s to come later…after you finish writing your letter,” she added more detail, biting on her lip as she watched to see if he’d catch the stipulation that she’d thrown in there.

“After?” the inflection in his voice showed that he most certainly caught the stipulation.

“Of course,” (Y/N) responded like it was no big deal, “you said it yourself, it needs to get written before any other order of business comes up…” she trailed off then, a smirk full on across her features now.

The way he was clenching his jaw told her that she was grinding all of the right gears inside of him at this moment. It honestly egged her on even more.

“(Y/N)…” he tried, a bit of a warning tone laced into his voice. It didn’t deter (Y/N) from her plan in the slightest though. She leaned in and kissed his lips one last time before managing to free herself from his grasp so that she could stand up.

“I said that I’d get your mind off of it…and I think that I just did. Don’t keep me waiting up, Mr. Shelby,” she sent him an innocent smile as she backed away from his desk. Tommy said nothing as she backed herself all the way over to where the sitting area of his office was. There, she grabbed her coat and put it on. Then she blew him one last kiss before turning and walking to the door without looking back.

Tommy didn’t exhale the sigh he was holding in until the door shut. He then looked back down to the paper sitting on his desk, wracking his brain in hopes that sentences would form. “Dear Mr. Churchill…” he mumbled to himself before he began writing like his hand had been possessed by another being; coming out with words and sentence structures that he couldn’t begin to think of earlier. On second thought…maybe it had been possessed by another being.

Either way, he managed to write the letter in its entirety without taking a break or even looking towards the clock. Considering it a done deal, he left it on the desk for himself to proofread tomorrow. Now he needed to get home to his wife, who had provided a much welcomed distraction and got him back on track.

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garoujo · 2 years

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How about dry humping w JJK ? 🤭 Love your writing btw <3

DRY HUMPING — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento

ღ warnings — f!reader, aged!up characters, dry humping / thigh riding, satoru is a tease, itadori cums in his pants, megumi almost does but he stops himself — i am a big sucker for this!!!

ღ note — fank yew for dis lovely suggestion nonnie i could kiss u for this <3 also i just split them into three paragraphs each so it was a little easier on the eyes cause some of them got a bit long!

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

it had become somewhat of a routine for you to crawl into satoru’s lap when he got home from work, lazily pulling his blindfold off from his eyes as he lounges back on the couch — his arm outstretching to hook over your waist and curl you against him, straddling one of his thighs. but he liked it even more when you were especially needy for him.

“come on, sweet girl. you can do better than that.” satoru hums from his place underneath you, slender fingers squeezing at the skin of your hips as he helps you mindlessly drag and grind your needy, clothed pussy against his thigh — your damp panties soaking the fabric of his uniform slacks with a mixture of your slick with every needy swirl of your hips. you know he’s teasing you, he just wants to get you worked up before he finally has you — drinks up everything you give to him and more, but he likes you like this, needy and breathless while you grab and cling to his shoulders, babbling out hormone-drunken mantras of his given name.

“need, ah—you, satoru.” you breathe and his toned thighs twitch when he feels you roll your hips languidly against him, making him groan, ragged and low, before it’s cut off with a breathless croon of a laugh and satoru’s leaning in to graze his teeth along your jaw. “yeah? don’t worry, princess. gonna take good care of you.” his crystalline gaze is heavy when it locks with yours, the grip he has on your hips tightening as he takes control — dragging you along his slacks with messy, eager movements that have you crumbling with each eager swipe of your sensitive, clothed clit along his muscles. every movement feels like it’s in-sync with his, like your body was truly made for him and the blissful feeling of the close proximity has satoru nipping playfully along the heightened nerves in your neck.

“wanna cum, ‘toru—please!” you writhe, twisting your fingers in the snowy peaks of his hair and pulling a hiss from the sorcerer below you, followed by another sinful swirl of your hips, one that has a groan kicking at his chest when your thigh grazes along the thick shaft of his clothed cock and he pulls you closer — carnal need twisting in his abdomen. “oh, is that right? don’t get too greedy, sweet girl. gonna give you all of me, wanna feel you cumming around my cock.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

it wasn’t unusual for you and suguru to get carried away while you were wrapped in eachother, normally in the mornings when you were both still sensitive with sleep — a little hazy and drowsy as your bodies move against eachother. but he was addicted to you and he couldn’t think of a better way to start his mornings.

“fuck, pretty girl.” suguru grunts, his voice is still low and gravelly — thick with sleep as he looms over you, blinding reaching back to hook your thigh around his hips before he’s rolling his clothed cock into you again and his breathing hitches at the sudden friction across his sensitive shaft. he can’t deny the effect you have on him, even when you’re both still hazy — you can feel the way he throbs and thickens in his boxers with a familiar need when he grinds against your clothed slit.

“sugu, i—ah, i want you.” you gasp, tangling your fingers in his raven hair before you pull and the grip he has on your hips tightens as he presses open mouthed kisses along the dip of your shoulder, panting breathlessly against the skin with every intoxicating grind of his cock against the push and pull of your body. “i know, baby. fuckin’ need you.” suguru grunts — he can basically feel how wet you are through the thin fabric of your panties, watching the damp spotting that grows darker with every grind of his hips — making his cock twitch when it grazes along your clit.

even in the dimly lit bedroom you can make out the thick bulge that’s pushing behind the fabric of his boxers when he pulls away to look down at you — desire heavy in his drowsy gaze before he offers you another languid roll of his clothed cock along your folds and you keen, before he’s pulling back to fumble with the fabric separating you both while another low groan falls from his lips. “god, baby. need to feel this pretty pussy.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

itadori was insatiable, sometimes he just got carried away when you both got together — it was almost animalistic, his constant need to feel you close, to feel the warmth from your folds when his clothed cock would graze over the sensitive bundle of nerves and the way you’d cling and whine for him made him dizzy.

itadori’s palms feel clammy from where they’re squeezing at the fat of your thighs — keeping your hips pinned against his own as he fucks up into you, grinding his clothed, leaking cock along your folds. you’d both been making out, but the feeling of yuuji licking into your mouth with a hunger had you both in this position now — meeting his needy humps with your own as you grind your heat against his cock through the fabric of your clothes.

“feel s-so good, baby. shit—keep going.” yuuji grumbles, he’s needy and flushed out — gazing up at with wide eyes before he’s readjusting his feet on the mattress and thrusting up into you, stuttering with another push of his hips when he feels like the room is starting to spin — the heat from your folds making him feel desperate for more, he knows he should stop — before he gets carried away but he can’t, you feel so good.

“feels s-so good, yuuji!” you babble and yuuji shivers below you, the sickly sweet tone of your voice making his hips instinctively rut up into yours once more as your grinds continue to move in sync with his. you can basically feel every detail of his thick cock behind the constraints of the fabric separating you both and he’s just so eager to sink into you your warm cunt, to feel your tight walls squeeze around his sensitive shaft while your name continues to fall from your lips in soft pants. “f-fuck, shit—wait!” he grunts when a sudden rush of bliss ignites his veins and he’s arching underneath you, meeting you with shallow, jerked thrusts as an uncomfortable stickiness begins to coat his underwear and he’s panting your name from below you, eyes wide as he flushes deeper with a whined apology. “i—i can go again, baby. i swear! ‘m sorry.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi was sensitive, so much so that whenever you crawled into his lap — hooking your arms around his shoulders, he couldn’t help the way his hips would twitch at the slightest bit of friction against his cock, a blush high on his cheeks when you decide to add a little more until he’s stuttering out a groan.

“that feels good, fuck.” megumi groans, the praise like honey when it curls down your spine, complimented by the way his fingers are exploring the dips of your figure from where you’re straddling his lap. it’s almost embarrassing, how quickly you can have his restraint crumbling with even just the slight touch — your clothed slit feeling like silk against the shaft of his cock, and he can feel the humiliating amount of precum that’s soaking into his pants with each intoxicating swirl of your hips.

this is probably dangerous, but whenever megumi goes to try flip your positions or to finally remove the barriers of clothes between you both — your thighs twitch around him and he feels like he can’t even think never mind speak, meeting the needy movement of your hips with quick, eager thrusts of his own as he keeps you pinned to his chest. “love this, ‘gumi.” you babble through pouty lips, sending him a starry-eyed look and it only spurs him on, making him feel warmer — needier.

“y-you feel so good, don’t stop—shit!” megumi’s breathing is coming in soft pants as it fans along your neck and you turn to meet his heavy gaze as he blinks back at you. he’s flushed to his chest and his hair is mused from where it falls over his features, but he can’t stop. every roll of his hips into yours is getting sloppier and his breathing is more erratic, ragged as he squeezes at the dip of your waist before he stops entirely and holds you flush against him, using all of the strength in his body to cease your movements against him. “i’m sorry, i—i was so close.” he swallows roughly, pulling back to blink up at you while he chews on the inside of his cheek. “do you wanna.. keep going?”

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

it had been after a long day at work, he was tired when he’d came home — his appearance messier than when he left but the sight of him like this, made you needier. nanami’s energy was spent but he had no objections to his pretty lover grinding themselves along his thigh while he watched.

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” nanami grunts, a sound that rumbles through his chest as he looks at you through his drowsy, lidded gaze — but the way his fingers are tightening around your thighs to keep you held close to him makes your head spin. you were soaked, so desperate for him, but he’d had a rough day and as much as he didn’t want to say no to you — he knew you were okay with just this when he heard the first, sweet mewl of his name fall from your lips.

you can barely form sentences with the way he’s deliberately tensing the muscles in his thigh in time with each needy twist of your hips, your mind only filled with the dizzying thoughts of nanami and the pleasure only he could provide for you. “that’s it, that feel good?” he hums again, a certain hunger present that rumbles in his throat this time as his eyes watch the way your hips work, the intoxicating grind against his skin and the way your thighs squeeze and twitch around his everytime you graze your clit.

you’re babbling, lips pouty and voice cloudy — half coherent with how good you feel and nanami’s entranced by you, how pretty you look as you hump your clothed pussy against his thigh and he feels his cock twitch when he looks at you. moving his free hand to tighten around your chin before he’s bringing you closer, pressing your chest against his as he presses searing kisses along the corners of your lips. “look at me when you cum, sweetheart. let me see you.”

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see-arcane · 2 months

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A little love note a certain bloodsucking bastard finds waiting for him with a bouquet of wild roses. Enjoy those holy hives while you’re still undead enough to feel anything <3

Anyway! Check for an update on The Vampyres under the cut.

One, I’ve been sinking steadily into madness trying to format everything for print versus ebook, fighting trim sizes and spacing and texts and fonts and alignments and docs-pdfs-docx-epubs-etcetcetc. My nightmares are full of useless tutorials.

I think I’m going to bite the bullet and just pay for professional epub conversion because I can’t seem to translate my manuscript into an epub version that doesn’t immediately ruin the layout of every single page. I’ve tried Calibre and Digital Editions and Convertio and they all keep vomiting up versions that knock all the paragraphs and pages over like textual Jenga towers. And I Am Tired.

Two, after spending half a month just grappling with a hydra made of text and graphic nitpicks, I will say that, by dint of human effort and/or selling my soul to the most publication-compatible demon on call, I will get this thing published before April or die trying.*

*(Bonus comedy points if I hit my daydream publication date of March 15th, a.k.a. the Ides of March, a.k.a. Stabathon Day. It’s fitting.)

Three, I have a tentative full book cover pic if you want to take a gander. :3

I apologize for how long this monster is taking to be slain. I’ve been dragging myself through the worst end of Murphy’s Law on a number of fronts, not even including the layoff. But I am chipping at it. Slowly but surely. Mostly slowly. The closer I crawl to the finishing line, the more paranoid I become that I’ll shove this thing out the door only for a dozen errors to spawn overnight.

But it will be out. It will be done. And I’ll finally have this thing’s teeth out of my neck.

Ugh.

For Valentine’s Day, everyone send me a heart-shaped box full of energy, please and thank you.

#'My Bloody Valentine' plays moodily in the background #the vampyres #my art #my writing #black red white #happy valentine's day

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vinvantae · 10 months

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Word count - 4.5k

Between Australia and Imola, Sebastian decided not only were you going to go through your contract but he was going to get you both over for dinner - using his friendship with Charles as a facade for why the two of you would be spotted in Germany during the time off. You weren’t even sure if you would be spotted but you could never really be too careful, not wanting to make Team Thirty suspicious. They knew you and Sebastian had remained friends after his departure from the team but this would be the first time you had been around his place since he left Ferrari.

But, even if they saw you with Sebastian, they would have no idea what you were really doing there - that once you were in your former teammate’s home, he had dug out every highlighter and post-it note he owned to make notes on the copy of your contract you’d brought. Getting a spare copy was easier than you thought, Charles’ keeping the general office distracted whilst you used the photocopier. It felt almost thrilling sneaking around but you knew it had to be done.

The three of you were currently all sitting on the floor around the coffee table, their living room was cosy - toys strewn about, family photos decorating the walls - you always felt at ease here. Hanna was also privy to the secret, having learnt the truth one night you’d broken down on Sebastian, and never wanting to see you struggle like that again, she always went out of her way to ensure whenever you visited she took care of you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at Hanna as she passed you a mug of coffee, your legs crossed as you watched Sebastian at work. “Sorry for the mess.”

She waved her hand a little dismissively before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, her eyes kind as she studied you. “Y/n, you’re a friend. This means as much to us as it does to you.”

“You have no idea how grateful I am for you both…”

Sebastian gave you both a compassionate smile before pushing a page of your contract in your direction, a section highlighted - he lent across the table a little. “This is interesting.”

You raised a brow, both you and Charles moving forward to get a look at the paragraph your mentor had highlighted. Your teammate shuffled a little closer to you to get a better look at the small text.

Ferrari are liable for any character assassination or defamation caused by mistruths and lies used to help in the fabrication of the mystery driver.

“I remember Isabella, my lawyer, insisting they put that in now…” You let out a sigh. “I knew they’d have to lie but I didn’t want my character getting destroyed y’know? Not sure they really thought about that before they put me in a media relationship with their golden boy.”

The German man simply nodded, adding the page to a pile he was creating - you believed that it was points in the contract he could use to defend your case if necessary. He wasn’t really giving anything away, keeping his head down as he focused but as you turned away you heard him drop something on the table. Charles frowned and you turned back to Sebastian, he had a hand over his mouth as his eyes flickered over the same bit of page over and over.

“...am I screwed?”

He looked up at the page, his eyes a little wide. “They had you throw the F2 championship?”

Your teammate’s frown only deepened as he turned to face you - your head now lowered as you picked at your fingers. It was a secret you had kept for so long you’d almost convinced yourself that you’d genuinely lost the championship for real. But instead you’d let your rivals slip past you and clinch the title as per their request. Looking back, it was probably stupid, but Ferrari had offered you an F1 seat at 18 and you’d have done anything to get it.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words escaped. Charles ran a soothing hand up and down your back. “I can’t believe they asked that of you… surely… why wouldn’t they want a champion?”

“It was part of the plan. It would be harder to conceal me if I was a champion so I lost and then my seat was gone.” Your voice was quiet, letting your head lean on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “It wouldn’t be believable enough that a champion would just quit racing just as a mystery driver was revealed.”

“How come you never told anyone?” Sebastian asked, no accusatory tone to his voice.

“Who would believe me, honestly?” You laughed sadly. “I was just a kid… and then after a while I kind of convinced myself that it was true. It’s kind of hard to explain, part of my contract to not tell people either. Because, tell me honestly, would you believe Ferrari let a girl who didn’t even win a championship in F2 on their team?”

Charles winced. “When you say it like that…”

“Wow.” Seb whistled low. “I’m sorry to hear it, y/n. It’s crazy they asked that of you.”

You shrugged and carried on digging through the contract, highlighting anything that you think could be helpful - leaning forward, sticking the tabs on the pages. Charles muttered quietly in Italian and French to himself as he read the pages he had, his brow furrowed in concentration. You started to feel a little hopeless, Ferrari had a really air-tight contract. Of course they did, they had dealt with a 17/18 year old girl who didn't know any better. Your lawyer, Isabella, tried her best to get you a good deal and at the time, it was, but coming up on 8 years later things weren’t the same anymore.

“...So. There’s nothing super solid in here.” You and Charles both lifted your eyes from the pages of the contract you were studying, Sebastian was looking straight at you - determined look in his eyes. “But I have an idea.”

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“I’m not particularly worried about Thirty to be honest.” Max stood tall in the media pen that weekend in Imola, eyes fixed on the reporter in front of him. “They may not even be on the grid next year.”

The reporter’s eyes widened, and several other members of the press turned to look at the Dutchman. “Why would you say that?”

“Well, they’ve not won the championship since 2018 and that performance in Australia?” Max grimaced a little. “I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes, that's for sure...”

Max hated saying these things about you, knowing they weren't true - but Sebastian sounded so confident in his plan and he trusted him, trusted you. The way you’d sat so quietly whilst your former teammate had explained what he wanted from the Redbull driver, only lifting your head to look at Max when he questioned you. You simply smiled and nodded. “It’ll force Ferrari’s hand… I know it’s risky but I’ll try anything at this point.”

So there he was, standing in the media pen in Imola, talking shit about you. Even at your lowest points fighting each other - he had never done something like this. Sure, he’d made a comment here and there but implying your seat may be gone was crazy. He just had to hope it made it back to the right people, that maybe just one team - hopefully more - would take the bait. And it made the most sense to come from Max because, to the media, Thirty was one of his biggest rivals so they would never suspect it was one of you who had told him to say it.

All you had to do was show the other teams that you were worth the risk. And that meant getting your first win of the season, easier said than done but you just had to show them you weren’t washed up. You were determined to prove that you still had that fighting champion spirit but you wanted to earn it and that meant making your boyfriend promise he wouldn’t throw the race to let you win if it came to it.

“Amour, you know I wouldn’t.” He said, but you could see right through him.

You rolled your eyes before circling your arms around his middle. “Promise me.”

“I promise, cherie.” He tutted softly, before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, the two of you were currently in his driver’s room. “Do you know what I’m a little surprised by?”

“What’s that?” A soft hum left your lips as you stepped away from him to gather up some of your things.

“Max… I mean, Carlos’ contract runs out this year. He’s putting his own teammate at risk by doing this and he didn’t even hesitate.”

You frowned a little, turning back to face him. “Carlos will be fine, Charles. I’m not going to take his seat and he’s a fantastic driver, Redbull would be daft not to keep him.”

Charles sighed a little. “I know that, I just… What if they offer you a really good deal.”

It wouldn’t be fair to lie to him, but you didn’t know how you felt about another team actually offering you a worthwhile deal, despite all the shit they were putting you through - you loved Ferrari, you always had - even as a kid you wanted to drive for the prancing horses. But Redbull’s car was special, and you’d always been curious how it drove. So, instead of speaking you just shrugged your shoulders at first. “At this current moment in time, I have no intention of leaving Ferrari. I may not even get an offer, let alone something better than what I get here.”

The Monegasque laughed. “How very media trained of you, cherie. Right, get yourself ready before that sac de merde Ferrari calls your handler, has my head. See you soon.”

You shared one more kiss before you slipped into your own room to get into your kit and get ready to go down to the track. You took a deep breath as you held your helmet in your hands, the large 30 staring you back in the face.

“It’s show time.”

***

“Beautiful day today, Crofty. Tifosi are out in their thousands - a good weekend so far for their team, Thirty and Charles qualifying 1st and 3rd. Hopefully they’ll put on a good show.”

“Despite the sun beating down on us, there’s a bit of a frosty atmosphere down on that track today, Martin, could you feel it when you were down there?”

“I wouldn’t want to be on that front row, that’s for sure. Verstappen versus Thirty with Charles, Lando and Carlos following close behind.”

“And with our mystery driver having everything to prove, this is definitely going to be an interesting race.”

***

For the briefest of moments you forgot what was to come as you climbed on top of your car, feet braced against the carbon fibre beneath your feet as you pumped your fist in the air. You had done exactly what you’d set out to do and won the race by over 10 seconds - you turned to the crowds and pressed your hands to your helmet before bellowing air kisses to the Tifosi who were screaming for you.

Almost as soon as your feet touched the ground, your handler and another member of Team Thirty ushered you away from the track - bringing you swiftly back to earth and their stupid body double plan. You recognised the girl as she held a copy of your helmet in her hands - nodding at the team before pulling it over her head. Your handler stepped away from you to join her as the other staffer ushered you into a small bathroom to change back into your kit.

You pulled your cap over your head to hide your messy hair and splashed your face with water before being told to hurry up. This was stupid. Your first win of the season and you weren’t even going to be the first to lift the trophy. Your trophy. Instead you had to go out and play the part of the good girlfriend.

The team parted to let you up to the barricade just as Charles finished up his interview, thanking and waving to the Tifosi - his trademark smile on his face. “Grazie Tifosi!”

As much as Charles was happy to see you after the race, he could see it in your eyes that you wanted nothing more than to be up on the podium with him. Celebrating your win. So, he did all he could, wrapping you up in his arms and squeezing you tight - your arms looping around his neck as you buried your face into his neck. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’m so proud of you, Cherie.”

He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as he pulled back and you gave him a loving smile, letting your hand cup his cheek for a moment. You giggled a little “So proud of you, amour.”

You watched fondly as he hugged the rest of the team before leaving to head up to the podium to join your double and Max. It stung a little watching her step out onto the podium, and you had to hold back from recoiling as she celebrated - it should’ve just felt like an out of body experience as you listened to your national anthem over the speakers but it was just wrong. Charles winked at you from atop the podium, spraying champagne in your direction with a cheeky smile on his face. God, you were fond of that man.

You had no doubt that it wouldn’t just be you who noticed how Charles and even Max seemed different around Thirty, the way they seemingly focused much more on each other than the other person up there with them. To you it seemed so obvious that it wasn’t you up there from the way Charles seemed too awkward to touch Thirty for the podium photo, a hand hovering awkwardly around her middle instead of hauling his teammate into his side like he usually would. You had to use your hand to cover the almost smug smile on your face watching the interaction above you. Surely, someone would notice… right?

***

You tilted your head a little at the collection of brown envelopes that had landed on your desk at the headquarters that week, each one stamped with the logo of a rival team. Some not quite as interesting, Haas, Williams… but right at the top of the pile… Redbull, Aston Martin, Alpine, Mclaren… more than half the teams on the grid had approached with offers. What those offers were, you weren't sure yet exactly but the fact that Seb’s plan seemed to have worked so flawlessly. You were expecting one, maybe two offers but even teams with seemingly no available seat next year had approached you. Well, not you, but your lawyer.

Part of you knew that you shouldn’t even open them, just take them straight to Team Thirty and throw them on the desk but you just had to see what they had to offer. You pushed Redbull’s to the side and slid your finger under the opening of the Alpine envelope, you knew Fernando’s contract expired at the end of the season but you were either expecting him to stay on or Oscar to take the seat so you were interested in what they had to offer. Your wage was no secret so when you saw the number you simply nodded your head, it was only a little more than what you were on but you weren’t sure if they knew about your other offers because you had a gut feeling that whatever was in the Redbull proposal would knock your socks off. But you were wary about looking, you liked Carlos and he deserved to keep his seat so for now you put it at the back of your mind as you grabbed the Mclaren proposal.

This one was a surprise to you because as far as you knew, both boys were contracted until at least the end of 2023 so as you opened the document your eyes flickered across the page. Daniel. You didn’t even consider it, shoving the paper back into its envelope. It was then it really hit you - you shouldn’t look through these, other people’s seats were at risk. Carlos, Daniel, Yuki… Seb. Instead you bundled up the envelopes in your arms and held them to your chest.

You had finally convinced Team Thirty to at least talk about your reveal after you’d won the race in Imola, but they had no idea what was coming as Charles rounded the corner with Sebastian - who had insisted on coming as your GPDA rep. “That’s an awfully big pile.”

“...seven teams.”

“Who didn’t bite?” Charles asked, as your mentor took a couple envelopes from you to help ease the weight.

“Mercedes, Alfa Romeo and of course Ferrari.”

Seb frowned. “Mclaren did? But both of them are in contract until at least ‘23, right?”

You sighed. “Daniel. They’d buy him out of his contract…”

Both of them shook their heads disappointedly before following you towards the boardroom - your handler’s eyes widening as you stepped into the room with your current and former teammate in tow. Sebastian didn’t even spare the man a glance as he tried to greet him, instead placing the envelopes on the table. Mattia frowned as he noticed the opposing teams logos printed on the brown paper you laid down in front of you as you sat.

“What… What is this? Did you go to other teams?” You could hear the panic in his voice, the rest of Team Thirty just staring the three of you down. Your lawyer stepped into the room and sat beside Sebastian, she’d instantly been more than happy to join your side in this after you told her about your handler’s threat. They’d had one too many meetings without her present and that was going to stop.

“She didn’t have to” Isabella spoke up, her jaw clenching a little. “After Max’s comment in the media and a couple of loose-lipped staffers… I was practically chased through the paddock by the other teams.”

Isabella was one of those people you didn’t want to be on the wrong side of - she was loyal to the bone but if you crossed her she wouldn’t go quietly. “And honestly? Some of these deals look pretty good.”

You knew she was aware of the content of each offer, you wanted to make sure that the offers were at least enticing enough to scare Ferrari. She narrowed her eyes when a random member of the team tried to take the Alpine offer from her. “Sorry, only important eyes.”

“What do you want, y/n?” Your handler finally spoke up, eyes narrowing his dark eyes at you a little as Isabella handed stripped down versions of the copies of the offers to him and Mattia. “Are you saying you’re leaving us?”

“I think you know what I want… I just won a race despite you saying I didn't deserve my seat and now I have 7 other teams interested in me. I want my reveal. Simple. And if you continue to say no, that Redbull offer looks pretty interesting to me.” You hadn’t even read the offer, you weren’t even considering it right now, but they had to think you were.

Mattia sighed. “May we have the room?”

Charles and Sebastian each took a handful of your proposals and the four of you left the room and crossed the hallway into the small room opposite. Isabella turned to you and smiled. “I think we’ve got this, y/n…especially with that Redbull and Aston proposal.”

You frowned a little, not meeting Seb’s eyes. “I really hope we do, I… I don’t like the idea of someone losing their seat because of me.”

“Kid.” Sebastian put his hand on your shoulder, and you finally lifted your gaze from your feet to meet his eyes - he gave you a gentle smile. “I’ve not really told anyone yet but, you wouldn’t be the reason I didn’t have a seat anymore… I’m planning on retiring at the end of the year.”

“Sebastian.” You gasped. “Wh-what?”

He put his other hand on your other shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze. “So if you need to get out, please consider my seat. I know Aston isn’t performing this year but it's something new.”

You threw your arms around him and hid your face in his neck, your voice cracking as you spoke. “You can’t leave… I…”

The German man rubbed your back. “I’m always going to have your back, y/n. Regardless if I’m on the grid. Besides, you’ve got a pretty good teammate these days.”

Charles blushed a little as Seb winked at him. “I also have a feeling why Alfa Romeo didn’t offer you anything.”

You pulled back from your mentor to turn to look at your boyfriend, a curious look on your face. “I just thought they were happy with their line up.”

The Monegasque hummed. “I mean, they are, but I’m pretty sure Fred would kick himself if he let you move to another team when he wants you to stay here.”

The curious look on your face morphed into a frown, why would Fred want you here? But before you could ask him anything - there was a gentle knock on the door, and the four of you looked up to see none other than Mattia opened the door. There was a look in his eyes you didn’t recognise, something new. “We’re ready for you.”

Isabella gave you a nod and the four of you followed Mattia back into the conference room, your handler no longer present. You decided not to speak on the matter, sitting back down in your original seat opposite the team principal, trying your best to keep your cool. Charles placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“For too long we’ve kept your talent under wraps and, aside from a certain someone who has now been let go, we believe you’re right. It’s time for you to reveal yourself.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat - you placed a hand over your chest. “R-really?”

He smiled a little. “Really. You’re right… you’ve been right for a while. I know you and Charles are happy together but trying to use a fake relationship to cover this whole mess up was never going to work. A lot of people were very confused by the body double… And, we’d actually like to match Redbull’s offer. We want you to stay with us, y/n.”

You laughed a little, wiping away a tear that threatened to escape. “And he’s really gone?”

Mattia nodded. “Yes. I should’ve spoken up the other day, how he treated you was unacceptable… But, we’d like to do this the right way. A way where both parties come out as unscathed as possible.”

“You do remember in her contract that you are liable for any damages to her character, correct?” Isabella spoke up. “So if it comes to it, you will need to defend her or we can file a lawsuit.”

“Understood.” His smile at her was forced. “But, I’ve got a contact at GQ who I think would be perfect for this. We’ve worked with her before and she’s very professional and we can tailor the questions that she asks. And, as your contract states, we’ll be keeping the fact you threw your F2 championship secret… we’ll defend you, you defend us.”

“Everything okay?” Sebastian had noticed you’d gone eerily quiet, he placed his hand on your shoulder - giving it a gentle squeeze. “This is your moment, y/n, if you want to do this in a different way you should speak up.”

You took a deep breath. “No, I think the article makes sense… I always pictured it being more of a spectacle but I think doing it this way gives us more time to gauge the public response y’know?”

“That’s what we were thinking” your PR manager spoke up. “I know we’ve messed this up but we do want to do the best by you and we think having the upper hand will work here.”

“...I hope so. Uhm, I know we’ve had our disagreements recently but thanks. I need this more than you know.”

Mattia chuckled, nodding towards the German man sitting beside you. “The fact you brought Sebastian for back up made me know as soon as you walked in that you meant business. I hope that being unmasked frees you up enough so you can start winning some more races for us, hmm? We haven’t won a championship since you and we’d like that to change. Whether that’s going to be you or Charles, I don’t know yet but hopefully this will give us a fighting chance.”

“Thank you, sir.” You smiled and stood up, shaking his hand. “I look forward to working with you going forward.”

He shook your hand. “You can be honest with me now, were you ever considering taking any of those offers? I mean, I’m not even a driver and they were tempting.”

“Was fully dependent on how this meeting went to be honest… I hadn’t even read them in full but some of them were very generous.” You admitted.

Isabella stepped forward. “I’d like to get that raise you mentioned in writing as soon as possible, please. Shall we schedule a meeting for before or after the US?”

“We can do it before.” The curly-haired man hummed, nodding towards the two lawyers on Team Thirty before turning back to face you and your company. “Enjoy your weekend off. Nice to see you Sebastian, Charles… Isabella.”

The four of you walked in silence back to your office, but as soon as the door closed behind you - you threw your arms around Charles’ neck. “Oh my god. It’s happening Charles… It’s really happening.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around your middle, squeezing you tight. “I’m so proud of you. I don’t have the words to describe how much I think you deserve this, cherie.”

You sunk into his hold, taking a deep shaky breath, fisting the fabric of his shirt up in your hands as you sobbed quietly. Isabella excused herself from the room, allowing you to have a private moment with your boyfriend and mentor, the latter lent against your desk with a smile on his face - a stray tear had escaped and he reached up to wipe it away. Charles pulled back just enough to press a kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

Your years of fighting had finally paid off.

You were going to be free.

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