#jen’s follower celebration

[late-to-the-party-81]

Oki doki my loves!

This is…wow!

I never thought I’d get here (especially with the spam porn bot invasion of Winter 22/23), but 1k!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

I can’t say it hasn’t been challenging, so that is going to be the theme of this celebration- Challenges.

If you are interested in celebrating with me, and you are over 18, then just head on under the cut!

Still here? Excellent!

So- easy bits first.

From now (18th) until 31st of Jan please feel free to send requests for little drabbles- gimme a babe (or several) and a challenge for one/all of them. Sweet, spicy or soft dark! It could be a little challenge. It could be a big challenge. Whatever you want. (See below for some challenge ideas) I write for Marvel characters, CE characters and SS characters.

Also, for the weekend of 28-29th Jan (GMT) I will be answering the usual game asks- FMK, OVA, Would you rather, Cast your Mutuals, and head-canons about the relationships in my various series - please see my masterlist for Marvel and non-Marvel series. You can send asks in advance.

Then the biggy- and this is a challenge for you lovely lot. A writing challenge. A Challenge Yourself challenge. What do I mean?

Is there a character you’ve never got around to writing?

A pairing?

A trope?

A style?

An Au?

A follow-up to that one shot you really enjoyed writing?

Now is the time! Challenge yourself! Stretch your comfort zone!

No word count limit, but please use a cut if over 250 words. All styles are fine (e.g. Fluff, Smut, Dark etc), but please use appropriate tags (and please, no Underage, Incest, Scat or Bestiality - monster fucking is fine).

The time limit for the challenge is the end of June 2023 and I’m asking you to use the Tags #Challenge Yourself and #Jen’s 1k Challenge so I can find all your lovely entries and make a master list. I’d prefer if you stick to Marvel/CE/SS characters, but that’s not a hard and fast rule if inspiration strikes.

You don’t have to be a moot to join in, but I’d love if you were a follower and that if you do send an ask for a drabble or game you interact with my response.

Have fun, and keep scrolling for some further inspo!

Trope ideas

Only one bed

Enemies to lovers

The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one

And they were roommates

Sex pollen/Fuck or die

Identity porn

Miscommunication

Mutual pining/idiots in love

Didn’t know they were dating

Stuck in a cabin

Basement wife

Forbidden relationship

Sugar relationship

Undercover/pretend relationship

Style ideas

Fluff

Angst

Whump

Hurt/Comfort

Smut

Soft Dark

Dark

And combos of any of the above

AU ideas

No powers

Mafia

Medieval

Modern Royalty

Omegaverse

Fantasy

Vampire

Demon

Werewolf/Shifter

Apocalypse

Canon divergent (e.g. Avengers Tower fics or Hydra won fics)

Rockstar

College/Uni

Soulmate

Greek/Roman

Firefighter

Medical/Veterinary

Police

Cam/Sex worker

Coffee shop

Bakery

Florist

Tattoo parlour

School teacher

Biker

Challenge ideas for Drabble asks

Keep a secret

Be quiet!

How long can you take it?

How many can you take?

Switching

Build furniture

Meet a deadline

Babysit

Learn a new skill/language

Find the McGuffin!

Supermarket dash

Karaoke battle

Baking battle

New job

Fix the problem

Love you all so much! Let’s have some fun!

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[nekoannie-chan]

Traitor?

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Agent of HYDRA!Reader.

Word count: 765 words.

Summary: You are trying to help Steve after HYDRA uprising.

Warnings: Canon divergent, HYDRA won.

A/N: This my entry to @late-to-the-party-81​’s Jen’s 1K Challenge Yourself Challenge with the prompts:

Trope idea: Enemies to lovers.

Style idea: angst.

AU idea: Canon divergent.

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You held your breath; no one could find out what had happened; after all, in a way, you were betraying HYDRA with what you had done before, and if now they found out what had happened... you didn't even want to think about it.

You could avoid the subject, since outside of the little big incident, which had happened, no one suspected you, and at the end of the day, what mattered was that "you proved your loyalty to HYDRA."

You turned around, carefully observing the surroundings, to make sure that no one had followed you and entered the password; no one was supposed to know about that place, and it was supposed to stay that way.

Even so, you had to come up with a plan to know what to do; Steve could not stay hidden there for eternity.

When Steve heard the sound of the door, he cautiously peered out; he knew he was in a safe place, but he had to make sure, in case something had happened to you.

"It's me; I'm bringing food," you said when you saw him. He smiled and left the shield leaning against the wall.

You usually told him about the situation while you were eating; the situation was critical, but you still couldn't find everyone, among other things.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Steve asked.

"Yes, Steve, everything is fine, but you lied.

"We should run," Steve suggested, and you put down the spoon you were holding.

"You know that's impossible; HYDRA has everything under surveillance. With the simple fact that someone says they thought they saw you, they send all available teams to capture you," you answered without looking away from him. The order they had been given was very clear; they were looking for anyone related to S.H.I.E.L.D., but especially Steve.

"I can't allow Hydra to..."

"I know, but Steve, he's already won. This morning... " You interrupted him; he gave you a dirty look. "This morning they caught Bucky; they have him again in their possession, the soldier said. "You practically whispered the last word.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BEFORE?! " Steve blurted out.

"I couldn't escape before; in case you hadn't noticed, they have me under surveillance too; every time I come to bring you food or see you, I'm risking my life," you answered grumpily.

"I have to get him out of there somehow," Steve mumbled. You knew perfectly well what I wanted to do; however, it was impossible unless...

"I think I have an idea; it's too risky, but maybe it could work; I'm not completely sure, but maybe it's worth a try," you said.

With that simple sentence, you completely captured Steve's attention. In his head, he couldn't stop thinking about how to go and save Bucky, but probably your plan was better since all the ones he had thought of had an exaggeratedly high probability of ending badly, very badly.

"What's your plan?" Steve was extremely interested.

"You will enter HYDRA's facilities, not on the sly, but through the front door, and we will gain everyone's trust."

"I don't understand; obviously, as soon as they see me, they're going to try to kill me," Steve interrupted.

"Some time ago, something happened, and they came to believe that I was a traitor...

"You're HYDRA..."

Steve, shut up and let me talk. It's not because I wanted to; all of us, all the mutants who were kids when the Sentinels caught us and sent us to Garland, ended up in HYDRA; it wasn't by our own choice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Steve apologized; he had never had the gentleness to ask you how you ended up there.

"It doesn't matter; well, we can say that you found a way to contact me and that you want to join HYDRA because... well, we'll think of an excuse, and from there it would be easier to find Bucky. I don't know; it's still not perfect, but it's the only thing I could think of in less than ten minutes. I'm not entirely sure if it will work or what consequences it might have," you said.

Steve was silent for a few minutes. He was thinking about what you proposed; it sounded really good. Maybe it would be hard to convince some people, but it would also serve to defeat Hydra from the inside, or at least try.

You began to plan the details quickly. Steve was going to try as hard as necessary to make it go the right way; this time he wasn't going to let the enemies win.

#jen's 1k challenge #jen's 1k follower celebration #challenge yourself #steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic

[writeforfandoms]

Jen you wonderful human you congratulations on reaching 500 followers bebita!

"Sharing injuries - you receive an injury in the same place your soulmate does though to a lesser extent" Ok. Upon seeing this I immediately yearn for our soft grump Pero. Would you please bless us with a story about this Spaniard?

Also umm there's this prompt I saw the other day that just screams Pero so I dunno if you're open to it but I had to at least let you know: “You want me to act like your paramour to annoy your parents? And what do I get out of it?” “How about the best food in the kingdom and the most luxurious lodging you can even imagine?” “Sold.” I mean does this not feel so on brand for him, always thinking with his stomach 😂😂😂

Maybe you wanna include it in the scene? Like, the silly pretend dating thing leads to them finding out about their entwined destinies? Maybe not? Writer's choice, of course, and thank you Jen! 💞

Hello my darling friend! I am so sorry this took me so long. 

I didn’t end up using exactly the prompt, but I think I kind of got the feel of it rather than the words. Hopefully you enjoy!

Now presenting...

Blood In the Water

You had lived a sheltered life, and you knew it. You had received very few injuries over your life, perhaps a half dozen or so. 

Your soulmate was a different story entirely. 

You'd received dozens of wounds from them, some severe, some less so. Your parents were, of course, horrified. Their precious daughter was tied to someone clearly steeped in violence. A soldier perhaps, or a mercenary. 

But no one of status to marry you, certainly not. That would be below your station, and so unacceptable. At least as far as your parents were concerned. 

Honestly, with all the marks you had received and carried over the years, you wanted to meet this soulmate, to see what he was like. 

The opportunity didn't come for years. You'd practically given up on ever meeting him. You knew he was still alive because you still found occasional bruises and injuries on yourself that were not yours, but not as often now as when you were both younger. 

And of course now you were of marriageable age. Past age, really. Your parents were pushing suitors at you, although they were also waiting to see who offered the best benefits. 

Because of course your parents didn't marry for love, and didn't care about that consideration for you, either. It was all politics to them.

Which is why you escaped as often as you could, disguising yourself as best you could and mingling with the common folk. Oh they were not always much good for conversation, but you could at least watch and listen and observe. And, most importantly, be away from the house. 

It was in this way that you first heard of the mercenaries. They had stopped to winter in your town, four of them. One of them, the blonde one, seemed amiable enough - from the talk you'd heard, he was amenable to sharing stories in the evening at the inn. 

You knew little about the others. But you were beginning to have a plan. 

You didn't want to marry some rich man you didn't know. Everyone expected you to, of course. And maybe if you were less difficult or less willful or a more dutiful daughter, you would have done it anyway. 

But you were who you were, and you were too wild for this life. Too stubborn. 

So you plotted. 

It was easy to see that the mercenaries were taking odd jobs for the winter - they couldn't continue to travel, not safely, and needed money to get them through the season. 

Four of them was overkill for your purposes, but fortunately they didn't come as a set package. You'd seen one take a job, or two. 

So the question became which two?

The blonde one was an easy choice. You wanted one you could talk to easily enough. The other three, though… you were debating between them until two things happened simultaneously. 

The blonde one was talking to his dark-haired companion - they seemed closer, spending more time together. But it was the first time you'd gotten a proper look at his face. 

The scar on his face was striking. And familiar. You had had a similar injury years ago - your parents had been livid, as the mark was impossible to hide and open proof that your soulmate was someone of a lower station. 

Honestly, that scar made you about 90% certain that this was your soulmate. The placement and size were a perfect match. 

So he became your second choice. 

Next was the issue of approaching them. You needed to do it quietly and out of sight. 

You got lucky one evening and caught them outside, away from prying eyes and ears. 

"You two are mercenaries, yes?" You looked between the two, shoulders back, chin up. 

"We are," the blonde one replied, slowly but not concerned. 

"I'd like to hire you."

At that, the dark-haired one snorted and leaned in to mutter something angry-sounding to his companion. But it wasn't in a language you knew, leaving you clueless. Which you rather thought was by design. 

Your potential soulmate was less than polite. Lovely. 

"For what job?" The blonde one asked, still polite. His gaze flicked over you, assessing, leaving you a little warm. 

"I have some suitors that I need you to scare off."

The dark haired one scoffed. "Poor spoiled brat doesn't want to marry who her parents picked?" he spat, scowling at you. 

You scowled right back at him. "I'd rather find my soulmate first." 

He grumbled something you didn't understand but leaned back a bit. Apparently he was leaving it up to the blonde one now. 

"We will need payment for our services," he said, watching you with one eyebrow raised. 

That much you had covered. You pulled a couple coins out of your sleeve, where you had stored them expressly for this purpose. You handed the coins to the blonde one and stood, waiting his decision. 

He inspected the coins and both eyebrows flew up his forehead. Then he nodded. "It would seem we are in your employ." 

You nodded your satisfaction of that, smiling just a little. "Good. I don't want them killed or anything, just scared off." 

The blonde nodded. "Easy enough," he agreed. "You have their names?"

You rattled off the names easily, without hesitation. The dark haired one was watching you, a slight sneer on his lips. But you didn't let him bother you, simply meeting his gaze for a few moments in a silent challenge before you focused on the blonde one again. 

He nodded. "How can we contact you?" 

"I'll meet you here in three nights," you decided. It was too risky to have them come up to the house - they'd never get to you. 

"We shall see you then." The blonde stepped away from you, and his dark haired companion followed him inside. 

Feeling victorious (and a little cold), you hurried back home. 

Perhaps now things would be easier. 

One suitor had a sudden emergency come up and withdrew. You smiled behind your hand when he did. He had been your least favorite pick, as he had been a slimy man who made your skin crawl. 

So, that was one down and two to go. 

You met with the mercenaries that night. The blonde was waiting outside for you, and ushered you inside to a table in the back where the dark haired one was waiting. 

"One has gone home," you told them with a grin. 

"He was easy," the blonde agreed. "The other two will be less so." 

You shrugged and slid two more coins to the blonde. "I don't care how long it takes. I can keep this up until spring thaw, if I must."

"Why?" The dark haired one glowered at you, the question rough and sudden. "Why not just marry one of the fools?" 

Your jaw clenched and you had to work through some initial irritation at him. "I don't expect you to understand," you finally settled on. 

"Understand that any of these men could offer you a comfortable life?" He snarled. 

"Tovar–" the blonde started, somewhere between exasperated and annoyed. 

"Ah yes, a life of comfort, where I am expected to risk my life to give him children with little in return," you shot back, eyes narrowing. 

"Food and shelter is no little thing," Tovar growled back at you. 

"Food and a cage, you mean."

"I think we got off track," the blonde interrupted, putting his hands out and giving his companion a Look. "Let's calm down before we draw attention to ourselves."

You took a deep breath. He was right. Your current freedoms depended on your discretion, and clearly this Tovar had none. "Agreed. Thank you, sir. If there is nothing else of note for tonight?" 

He shook his head, just a little. "Let me walk you out," he offered, standing. 

You stood as well with one last cold look to Tovar, who was scowling at the fireplace now and ignoring your presence. You turned and let the blonde escort you out. 

"I'm William, by the way," he said casually. 

You felt yourself warm with slight embarrassment, and you gave him your name in turn. 

"Please ignore Tovar. He's always grouchy, but he especially dislikes the winters here." William smiled a little at you. "He has no manners."

You laughed softly at the assessment. "Well, you're not wrong." You paused outside and looked at him. "When would you like to meet again?"

"Four days. We'll meet you here, same as before." 

You nodded and turned to go, and paused at a gentle call of your name. 

"Do you have plans for after this?" 

You blinked. "Not really," you admitted. "Honestly, I need to get past this part first, then worry about the rest." You shrugged and continued on. 

That was the truth. You needed more time to figure out what you wanted to do with the rest of your life, once you had options available to you. 

The next days passed quickly. Well. Mostly. You managed to slice your hand, scowling at the blood and cleaning yourself up with the help of one of your maids. 

Another suitor left. You heard rumors that he left with a split lip, but he did leave. 

And when you met with William and Tovar again, you almost didn't notice. But you put your hands on the table, and Tovar focused on your left hand. 

"What is this?" He asked, his right hand tugging your left closer to him. 

"Just a scratch," you dismissed, frowning at him. "Nothing to be concerned about."

He released your hand but stared at the bandaging the entire time you and William talked. 

William seemed content to ignore his friend's odd behavior, but you were keeping an eye on Tovar. He was strange, and you were still not convinced that he was not your soulmate. 

Not that you were going to do anything with that information, not right now. 

Finally, you stood to leave, and to your surprise so did Tovar. You blinked at him, and he merely grunted and nodded for you to go first. Perplexed but unwilling to argue, you agreed, stepping out into the cold ahead of him. 

"This last man… you should be careful of him," Tovar said once you were both outside. 

"You think he will do something?" Your heart stuttered in your chest at the thought. You lived a sheltered life, yes, but not one free of rumor and gossip. You knew what damage men could inflict on women. 

Tovar shrugged. "I do not know, but is better not to find out, yes?" 

You nodded slowly. "Well. Thank you for the warning." 

Tovar was looking at your hand again. He caught your wrist gently, lifting your hand slowly to examine the bandaging. You watched him, lips parted just a little in surprise. When he finally saw you looking, he looked away and dropped your hand. 

"Do not get hurt again," was all he said before he turned and stomped back inside. You stared after him until a brush of wind made you shiver, and you hurried home. 

The last suitor was stubborn. He kept trying to get you alone. Tried to follow you to your room once. 

He scared you, in a way the other two hadn't. And you were eager to be rid of him. 

Perhaps it was this haste that made you slip. Perhaps you were not wary enough. 

But the result was the same. 

You slipped on some stairs going down to the tavern to meet the two mercenaries for an update. You landed hard on your side, and pain emanated from the spots that hit the stairs. You'd have bruises later, you were sure of it. 

And then he was there. The final suitor. Glee brightened his eyes and widened his grin, and he bent over you. 

"There you are," he cooed with false sympathy. "I've been looking for you. Here, let me help you." One of his hands grabbed your wrist, far too tight, wrenching a cry from your lips. In an instant, his other hand was over your mouth, silencing you. 

Your eyes went wide and you jerked in his hold. You couldn't believe he had you, that he had actually grabbed you. 

"Stop moving," he growled, the cheer falling from his face, fingers gripping you even tighter. "Or I'll do worse. Understand?"

Terrified, you stopped moving. His smile returned, once again full of false sympathy and charm. 

"Better," he agreed. "Now, here's what we are going to do." 

But you didn't get to hear what you were going to do next. Because a knife appeared at the man's throat. 

"I suggest you start by leaving town," Tovar growled, low and dangerous. "Without her." 

The man's grip tightened for a moment before he released you. You stumbled back away from him, hands trembling. 

"Start walking," Tovar snarled, a second knife appearing and pressing into the man's back. 

For a moment, you thought that would be it. That would be the end of this suitor. 

But he turned sharply, and the two men struggled over the knives. One knife clattered to the ground, and you picked it up quickly. Tovar grunted as the two struggled over the knife. The suitor got the upper hand briefly, twisting the knife and nicking Tovar's hand. Tovar growled something in another language, and one foot swept out and kicked the suitor in the knee. He fell with a strangled yell, relinquishing his grip on the knife. 

Tovar stood victorious over him, knife poised under the suitors jaw, glaring. 

"Leave," he growled, voice deep and rough and furious. "Before I decide you're worth the trouble of killing." 

The suitor finally, finally backed away, scrambling on his hands, until he could stand and run. 

For a few moments, you and Tovar stood there in quiet. He was breathing steadily, resheathing his knife, hands steady. You, on the other hand, were trembling a little, gripping the knife probably too tightly, breathing a little fast. 

Tovar turned to you and held his hands out. "Give me the knife," he murmured, voice low and even. "Take a deep breath. Relax your fingers."

You made a choked noise but did as he said, taking a deep breath and relaxing your fingers. He stepped in closer and gently took hold of the knife, taking it from you. 

He stopped. Tucked the knife away. And gently took hold of your hand. 

You had a cut. A smaller cut. In the same place his was still bleeding sluggishly. 

You lifted your gaze slowly to his, finding a mirrored surprise in his eyes. You had suspected, had even been mostly sure with his eye, but to have plain confirmation this way… 

Well, you could hardly be blamed for kissing him. 

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#jen's 500 follower celebration #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x you #f!reader

[stevesnailbat]

HELLO….

#hey hi hi hi new followers i guess <3 #WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN THOUGH #i literally was at 2.5 like. a week ago i swear #going to actually follow through with a follower celebration this time i think…… #jen talks too much

[diaries-of-a-hopelessromantic]

Jen's 50 friends! (50 followers celebration!)

Wow! I can't believe I have 50 followers!😳😳 First of all, I wanna thank all of the people who have followed me! Thank you!!! 50 followers is a really big deal! Again thank you for that!

Here goes my celebration :-

💗(Cutie) :- Send me a song and a pairing, I'll write a fic.

💕(Cuteness overload) :- Send me a ship name and I'll rate it out of 10.

💞(Sweetheart) :- Send me something about you and I'll ship you with someone that I write about.

🖤(Darkness) :- Send me a random fact about yourself and I will send one about me too.

❣️(Bestie!!) :- Send me this if you wanna be friends.

Additional bonus :- I have invited each and every character that I write about for my celebration so send me 😳😘💖 if you wanna talk to any one of them with their name! And shoutout to @siriusblackstwin and @lilisouless because they were the last 2 people to join our family!

#Celebration #50 followers celebration #50 followers! #😳😳 #Jen's 50 friends

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING WAGERED !!! JENSON B. X DRIVER!FEM!READER X SEBASTIAN V. (18+)

summary: she really shouldn't have undermined their abilities to win a bet she off-handedly made.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, dom!rbr!seb and dom!mclaren!jenson, threesome, oral sex (m receiving), p in v, spitroast 🥸/trip to paris or sumn, size kink-esque (someone choking reader to feel themselves in reader's- you'll see), praise kink + dumbification, bratty turned cockdrunk!reader

note: what if you have two papers to write but then god said "write a smut?" enjoy xx

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she shouldn’t have undermined these bastards. 

that bet that she made with them was an off-handed comment, anyways. so why did they take it too seriously?

she had a podium streak in comparison to jenson button and sebastian vettel, always finding herself a rank or so above the two. because of her constant p2, her ego got the best of her — telling them that she would let them celebrate with her the next time they landed a place above her. 

she seemed to be hesitant at the thought of it at first— but she was more bewildered when her race engineer announced that jenson got p1 and red bull’s sebastian followed after him. she was in p3.

she had known that she had sebastian on her tail before the last lap, but she wondered where she went wrong as they sat in the cooldown room. the two men smirked and gave each other a knowing look, watching the woman as she sat there silently— unable to look at them. 

and now, a quick teasing and grinding of hips against the others later, she found herself whining on all fours between the two drivers. jenson’s cock pounding inside her cunt while her cheeks hollowed around sebastian’s length.

her eyes were teary as she took a deep breath, feeling sebastian’s hand wrapped around her neck as he groaned and swore in german.

“scheiße, schatz,” sebastian muttered beneath his breath, feeling her tongue lapping on the underside of his cock. “you suck my cock so well— and i thought driving's the only thing you’re good at.” 

sebastian squeezed her throat lightly, groaning deeply when he felt the bulge in her throat as she took his length in. “such a good girl, schatz— i can feel my throat in your cock, baby.” 

jenson chuckled breathlessly, driving his hips against her backside as he spoke, “wait ‘til you feel her cunt, mate. she’s so fuckin’ good— you’re such a good fuckin’ girl, no, baby?” 

her eyes found sebastian’s as she tried nodding. only to end up choking for a brief moment as she continued to moan around the german’s cock. 

her walls were too oversensitive from getting tossed back and forth between the two after each one of them fucked her with their thick fingers. yet jenson was kneeling behind her as if she had more in her system.

because truthfully, she did have more in her system— she just couldn’t explain it anymore. she was too drunk on their cocks that she couldn’t say anything.

sebastian took his hand away from her throat and tapped her face, “he’s asking you a question, liebe.”

she almost cried when sebastian pulled his cock out of her mouth, unable to utter a word besides from, “seb— please- wan’ your cock—“

“but jenson is asking you a question— do you even know what he’s asked, liebe?” sebastian crooned mockingly, making her shake her head in embarrassment and immense pleasure as he laughed, “oh my goodness, are you getting stupid for our cocks?”

“my goodness, gorgeous,” jenson laughed from behind, his thrusts making her moan aloud as he continued to mock her, “us winning must’ve made you dumb, huh? can’t you believe that we get to fuck you like this because you were so bratty before this week?” 

“jens— seb— ah,” she babbled, her arms shaking before she held onto sebastian’s hips. she looked up at him once more, eyes glazed with tears as she pleaded, “please… wan’ your cock so bad, seb.” 

“i know you do, liebe,” sebastian dipped his head down to peck her lips. “you knew we’d win after that bet of yours that’s why you made it, hm?” 

“such an eager girl,” jenson tsked, “you could’ve just begged us to fuck you like a good girl. you didn’t have to come bragging to us about your winning streak.” 

the next thing she knew was that her mouth was back to sucking sebastian’s cock, making lewd noises as she devoured his length. 

jenson’s cock was sending her to an overdrive, making her moan around sebastian as she whimpered. to make her body shake harder, jenson’s hand snaked around her hips and found its way towards her clit. 

“mmh- ah hah,” she tried to let out, but sebastian’s length kept her voice muffled and vibrating as sebastian moaned. 

“oh gooood~” sebastian groaned, “fucking hell, jenson keep fucking her like that.”

jenson hissed sharply, “god, she’s so fuckin’ tight around me, seb. she’s about to cum. good girl, baby— you are such a good fuckin’ girl for us.” 

she nearly screamed, too turned on by jenson and sebastian’s filthy yet praising words as she felt her legs shaking and cunt throbbing. 

“mh- ngh~ f…” jenson’s fingers continued to toy with her clit as she murmured around seb, “f- uck—!” 

her eyes began to roll back, her vision blurring and turning white as she came around jenson. jenson and sebastian groaned loudly as they both came, with sebastian’s cock twitching inside her mouth and jenson’s coating her walls white. 

her body limped for a brief moment, her ears listening to the men’s heavy breathing as they shuffled around the room. she hadn’t even bothered looking up until she saw jenson and sebastian standing in front of her. 

“mmm…” she hummed. 

“you look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this, doll,” jenson grinned at her, making her smile lazily. 

“maybe we should win more often,” sebastian snickered quietly. 

“and here i thought the prize money matters more,” she murmured quietly, making the two laugh at her quips. 

“not if we get to see you like this every win, darling,” jenson replied with a smirk, “now c’mon. drink up. you’ve promised to ride seb. up you get, sweets.” 

she never really should’ve undermined these bastards. especially when she saw how much energy they’ve had left after fucking her for hours.

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[wileys-russo]

I keep noticing Leah wearing this rly full cross body bag to all the games so far and I’ve just thought how does a girl need so much stuff with her to watch the game?! Maybe a fic where Leah’s gf questions her about the cross body bag, she gets all shy and it turns out she’s carrying something of her gfs (lucky item, fav t shirt etc) to bring luck for the game. Kinda cute x

this is adorable lucky charms II l.williamson

"babe you'll miss the bus if we don't leave now!" your girlfriend called up the stairs, tapping her foot impatiently. "i can't find my lucky socks!" you called back with a groan, practically destroying your shared bedroom as you hunted around for them with no luck.

"just grab another pair love, this happened last week too!" leah sighed, fiddling with her bag as she again checked the time on her watch. "shift it, we're leaving!" leah decided, knowing if she waited around any longer your anxiety would only worsen.

"yeah and look how last week went." you huffed in annoyance, kit bag slung over your shoulder as you thundered downstairs with a frown. "hey, stop." leah grabbed your hands, pressing your body gently against the wall as she looked into your eyes.

"you've never been a superstitious person before, where's all this come from then?" the blonde asked, concerned at these new behaviours which had arisen within you since the commencement of the new season.

"it's nothing, i'm fine lee. lets just go!" you forced a smile, squeezing her shoulders and moving past her, leah grabbing her car keys and following after you, deciding to table the conversation for later not wanting to rattle you any further.

"i really don't see why you're driving me to colney, then back here, then to the emirates. i could have gotten one of the girls to pick me up or driven myself." you shook your head as your girlfriend pulled out of the driveway.

"because i've missed driving you round, do you know how nice it is to not be stuck with you as a personal chauffeur?" leah teased with a smirk as you smacked her leg, hand resting on her thigh as she drove. "watch it williamson." you warned playfully, though it brought leah comfort to see a smile finally settle back on your face.

~

it was a smile that returned and doubled by the time the final whistle blew to end injury time, you and your girls fighting and scraping for a well deserved three points.

letting out a passionate yell you all but barreled into stina who was the closest person to you, the swede picking you up and swinging you round as a few of your team mates pressed in, all of you hugging and cheering.

"meadoooo!" you hollered, almost tackling the blonde who laughed, tears welling up in her eyes as she hugged you tightly and you mumbled over and over how proud of her you were before she was pulled away to continue the celebrations.

"lessi!" you screamed at your long time friend who was looking around in shock, giant smile plastered on your face as you sprinted at her, jumping into her waiting arms and kissing her forehead, rambling on about how well she played.

"the first goal of many." you promised as she put you back down on your feet.

"hear that? they wanna see ya russo!" katie grinned, joining the two of you and shoving the blonde over to where the fans were chanting for her, her cheeks bright red as her grin only grew. the three of you did your lap, clapping and thanking the fans and chatting among yourselves as jen, steph and caitlin eventually joined you.

you watched as leah embraced your national team mates in bear hugs, watching her mouth move a million miles an hour as she proudly commended everything they fought for the last 100+ minutes.

she caught your eye over alessia's shoulder, giving her one last hug before breaking away as you both started to walk toward each other. meeting in the middle her arms wrapped around you tightly, your face buried in her jacket as her lips lingered on your forehead.

"see? no socks, no problems. i'm so proud of you! didn't stop even for a second." leah breathed out as the two of you hugged tightly, both wishing you could kiss but very hyper aware of the millions of eyes watching.

"i'm sorry for being so fixated on that this morning." you apologized with a small sigh. "so where has all this come from love?" leah asked with a concerned frown, holding you at arms length.

"it's nothing, it's silly." you tried to dismiss it again as leah tightened her grip on you, giving you a knowing look. "i just-" you started, shaking your head. "can we please talk about it later?" you asked with a look around as leah nodded, quickly pulling you into another hug.

"babe what is in this?" you laughed as her bag dug into her hip, leah quickly flinging it over her back with a shake of her head. "nothing." she smiled but you caught the slight blush on her cheeks and gave her a look.

"how do you need that much stuff to watch a game? you bring it with you each week actually! what is so important?" you pushed, leaning around trying to grab the bag as leah shook her head and held you off.

"i'll show you later. team talk time!" she dismissed you with a charming smile, slinging an arm over your shoulder and walking you over to where your team had all begun to huddle together in a circle.

~

"so i was freaking out about the socks because i never had anything consistent last season and there was just...just so much that went wrong and was out of my control." you started, leah looking up from where she was doing the dishes as you appeared, drying her hands and moving to stand in front of you.

"so i thought that maybe if i had some things i was in control of it might, well it might bring us better luck. but i can't even do that right!" you sighed in frustration, head coming to rest on leahs shoulders as she wrapped you up in her arms.

"see, it's silly." you mumbled into her hoodie. "no it's not silly baby, it makes sense. last season was...well, it happened." she sighed in agreement as the two of you swayed for a moment of comfortable silence, wrapped in each others loving embrace.

"i have to show you something." leah let go, moving past you as you followed her into the hallway, the girl grabbing her bag where it hung up with her jacket from today. "i finally get to see whats in this infamous bag." you gasped happily, clapping as leah playfully rolled her eyes and the two of you sat down.

"well similarly to you i was wanting a way to bring us some better luck, even just from the sidelines until i can be back on the pitch and do my bit properly." leah started as you nodded for her to continue.

"so..." leah trailed off, unzipping her bag and starting to unpack what was in it as your mouth opened a little in shock. "i take these to every game now, and i make sure to sit with them when i watch from home." leah admitted, cheeks blushing rosy pink as she finished.

laid out in between the two of you were what a normal person would deem as just an assortment of very random items, but only you and leah knew the real special meaning behind each one.

there was several very faded movie tickets, you couldn't quite make out what movies they were from but when leah had found out you adored the cinema she'd vowed to take you once a week when the two of you first started seeing one another.

there was several cloth wristbands of differing colors, from the multitude of concerts you'd both been to together. accompanied by your favourite coldplay tour t-shirt leah had bought you when you'd seen them live together on your first anniversary.

there was a key ring from the arsenal foundation that leah had brought you back when she'd traveled around with them after the world cup, as well as the beaded bracelet that she'd made you when she was over in jordan.

there were three medals to finish up the small collection, both yours and leahs euro medals as well as your second place medal from the world cup. and of course, last but not least were your lucky socks and leahs own pair of lucky socks, bundled up together in pairs.

"oh leah..." you trailed off softly, tenderly touching the items as memories flooded your mind and your lips curled into a smile, giving her a look of adoration.

"so thats what i always have with me baby, all my lucky charms."

#leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #leah williamson #engwnt #woso blurbs #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

[love4jennaortega]

She’s mines.

Summary- you and Jenna are out eating with a group of friends from the Wednesday cast and one of her co-stars keeps flirting with you and ends up taking it to far.

Warnings- attempts of sexual assault and fighting

A/N- Thank you for the idea anon sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted 🥲 I tried.

You and Jenna were going out tonight with Emma, Hunter, Joy, and Georgie to celebrate finishing the first season of Wednesday. You put on a black dress with a large slit in it while Jenna put on a tux.

“mm we could just stay home honestly.” Jenna walks up to you saying lowly while rubbing your body. “No Jenna we promised we would be at the dinner. Plus you’re the main star in the show.” you say while giggling slightly. Jenna is practically drooling at the sight of you.

“Come on we won’t be long.” She says while pulling you even closer holding you tightly. “No Jen we will be late and the Uber is here.” you say while getting out of grip and grab your purse. Jenna rolls her eyes and follows behind you as you walk to the door locking it behind you guys.

Time skip

Everyone already has there food and is digging in. You are sitting between Jenna and Joy. “You look really nice tonight y/n.” says Joy touching your shoulder. “Thank you Joy.” you give her a small smile. Joy has been complimenting you call night and Jenna is starting to get irritated.

Jenna puts her hand on your thigh and kisses your cheek, hands, and lips to show Joy that your hers. “Ouuu look at the two love birds” says Hunter while everyone laughs. Other then Joy. The tension at the table quickly gets thick and makes you uncomfortable.

“excuse me I’ll be back guys I’m going to the restroom.” You say getting up from the table and quickly walking to the nearest bathroom. You look in the mirror fixing you hair and putting on more lipgloss. Just as you were about to walk out Joy came in. The silence is so loud and awkward so you break it. “Excuse me I’m going back to the table.” you say walking past her until she grips your arm and blocks the door.

“I don’t know why you are acting like you don’t want me y/n..I can treat you better then Jenna can.” She says walking closer to you making you back up into the sink countertop. You gulp as she gets very close to you. “Stop resisting me and just let me please you.” She says in your ear. “Joy stop I don’t want you.” You say trying to move away from her grip.

Her grips get harder. “I guess I’ll just have to take what I want.” She says sliding her hand onto your upper thigh close to your sweet area. You fight and try to push her hand away but she’s to strong. “Joy please stop!” You semi-yell while tears start to stream down your face. Joy grips the back of your head trying to force you into a kiss.

Jenna realizes you’ve been in the bathroom a while so she goes to check on you. When she walks in she instantly gets hot. She pulls Joy off of you and starts throwing punches. Eventually Joy is laying on the ground with blood pouring out of her nose. Jenna grabs your hand and puts her arm around your waist. “I’m so sorry my love I should have came with you to the bathroom when I seen her come in here.” she says softly wiping the tears off your wet cheeks.

You nod letting her know it was okay and she kisses you passionately. Before you guys walk out the bathroom she leans down to Joy. “She’s mines.” And with that you guys walk out leaving her there and go home.

#jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n

[youjustwaitsunshine]

Seb helmets: the long awaited sequel

Mugello 2020:

Not on Seb's website, but still on ferraris instagram, Seb had this helmet to celebrate Ferraris 1000th gp. (in the same week, he announced his move to aston martin)

Turkish GP 2021

a beautiful sea creature design to remind us to save our oceans. i personally really love the turtles

Singapore GP 2022

gorgeous neon rainbow on super light absorbent black design. now it can be said with finality (as of yet): jens munser and sebastian vettel never missed when it was about helmets in singapore. i have a keychain of this helmet so I'm especially fond of it.

British GP 2022

ngl i cried a bit just from pulling those pictures up again. he is so loved. i love how even though we know barely anything about sebs family, this helmet shows so much personality from his kids and hanna. this is the most gorgeous helmet of them all. however, shoutout to the subtle nigel mansell design hed have driven with if his family hadn't made a secret birthday helmet for him.

Abu Dhabi 2022

I'm so so proud to be a fan of a driver who loves his fans. The few times I've met Seb, he's always taken his time - often more than allotted - to greet as many people as he could, pose for pictures sign things etc. He feels very genuine in showing his appreciation for his fans and so I think this helmet is a beautiful monument to the love people have for him. He is deeply beloved and in turn, he loves his fans and has shown this from his retirement message that was so much more personal than a press release, over the time between the announcement to his last race and beyond. This helmet is a testament to the way we love Seb and the way he loves us back.

USGP 2022

Peace and Love baby! this gorgeous woodstock inspired piece is incredibly gaudy and glittery and very unapologetically so. i love it deeply but opinions were very split on it

Japan 2022

a very cleverly done thank you to helmet provider arai. who doesn't love opening packages? especially one as beautiful as this one! it's a bit sad to not have the little ninja mascot on the helmet for sebs last f1 race in japan, however, with his 2022 helmet designs being so beautiful and elevated, he outgrew it a bit. important side note about japan 2022 here is sebs battle to the line with fernando alonso.

Hungary 2021

Let us remember this GP for the joy it brought and not the desperation that followed. Seb came, saw and served cunt in his rainbow sneakers, rainbow shirt, rainbow mask and rainbow helmet. He drove to the podium and nothing bad or terrible happened after.

Brazil 2022

the intertwined bars of the german and then, further up, the climate change flag (and the brazilian one on top) are reminiscent of the 2018 german gp helmet!

Austria 2022

The iconic bee helmet! I actually have a few pics of this one from the Austrian GP that i took myself. Even though that GP specifically sucked so hard it made Seb sway towards retiring, the helmet is beautiful and iconic.

Honourable Mentions:

- Miami 2022: the snorkel helmet! first GP underwater, also premiering sebs GIGANTICALLY OVERSIZED climate change t shirt also found in his shoo

- Canada 2022: Canadas Climate Crimes/ stop mining tar sands. this one made a politician on twitter sooooo angry. it lost her rant a bit of credibility that she directly profited from the tar sand mining.

- LGBTQ+ CLEAN OUR OCEANS (Abu Dhabi 2021): the world's to do list. i mostly have to laugh at the unlucky placement of the lgbtq+ and the clean our oceans phrase. why are the cishets exempt from cleaning our oceans? questionable.

- Race4Women: Saudi Arabia 2021. a return of the beautiful day-glow paint.

almost all of sebs helmets are either on the sebsite or deep in jens munsers archives (difficult but not impossible to find)

Seb helmet masterpost

#sebastian vettel #ive seen a few of these helmets irl at the essen motorshow and i honestly just stood there in awe #helmets like this are such an underrated art form

[late-to-the-party-81]

Listen up, y’all!

I just hit 1k followers! Whoop whoop whoop!

So hold onto your panties……

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[nekoannie-chan]

¿Traidora?

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora agente de HYDRA.

Palabras: 704 palabras.

Sinopsis: Intentabas ayudar a Steve después de la sublevación de HYDRA.

Advertencias: Canon divergente, HYDRA ganó.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Jen’s 1K Challenge Yourself Challenge with the prompts:

Trope idea: Enemies to lovers.

Style idea: angst.

AU idea: Canon divergent.

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Contuviste la respiración nadie se podía enterar de lo que había ocurrido, a final de cuentas, de cierta forma estabas traicionando a HYDRA con lo que habías hecho antes, si ahora se enteraban de lo que había ocurrido… ni siquiera querías pensarlo.

Podías evitar el tema, ya que fuera del pequeño gran incidente, que había ocurrido, nadie sospechaba de ti, a final de cuentas lo que importaba era que “demostraste tu lealtad hacia HYDRA”.

Volteaste, observando minuciosamente los alrededores, para asegurarte de que nadie te había seguido y digitaste la clave; se suponía que nadie sabía de ese lugar y así se debía de quedar.

Aun así debían de idear un plan para saber qué hacer, Steve no podía quedarse escondido ahí por la eternidad.

Cuando Steve escuchó el ruido de la puerta, con cautela se asomó, sabía que estaba en un lugar seguro, pero debía de asegurarse, por si algo te había pasado.

—Soy yo, traigo comida —dijiste cuando lo viste. Él sonrió y dejó el escudo recargado sobre la pared.

Usualmente le comentabas la situación mientras comían, la situación era crítica, pero aún no encontraban a todos, entre otras cosas.

—T/N, ¿estás bien? —Steve preguntó

—Si, Steve, todo está bien —mentiste.

—Deberíamos huir —Steve sugirió, dejaste la cuchara que estabas sosteniendo.

—Sabes que eso es imposible, HYDRA tiene todo vigilado, con el simple hecho de que alguien diga que creyó verte, mandan a todos los equipos disponibles para tu captura —respondiste sin dejar de mirarlo. La orden que les habían dado era muy clara, capturar a todo aquel que estuviese relacionado con S.H.I.E.L.D., pero en especial estaban buscando a Steve.

—No puedo permitir que HYDRA…

—Gane, lo sé, pero Steve, ya ganó. Esta mañana… —lo interrumpiste, él te miró de mala manera—… esta mañana atraparon a Bucky, tienen de nuevo en su poder al… Soldado —prácticamente susurraste la última palabra.

—¡¿POR QUÉ NO ME LO DIJISTE ANTES?! —Steve espetó.

—No pude escaparme antes, por si no te habías dado cuenta también me tienen a mí vigilada, cada vez que vengo a traerte comida o verte estoy arriesgando mi vida —contestaste malhumorada.

—Tengo que sacarlo de ahí de alguna manera —Steve farfulló. Sabías perfectamente a lo que quería hacer, no obstante no era posible a menos que…

—Creo que tengo una idea, es demasiado arriesgado, pero tal vez pudiera funcionar, no estoy completamente segura, aunque quizás valga la pena intentarlo —dijiste.

Con esa sencilla frase, captaste completamente la atención de Steve, en su cabeza no podía dejar de pensar en cómo ir y salvar a Bucky, pero probablemente tu plan era mejor, ya que todos los que se le había ocurrido, tenían una exageradamente alta probabilidad de terminar mal, muy mal.

—¿Cuál es tu plan? —Steve preguntó, sumamente interesado.

—Entrarás a las instalaciones de HYDRA, pero no a escondidas, sino por la puerta principal, ganaríamos la confianza de todo el mundo…

—No entiendo, obviamente en cuanto me vean me van a intentar asesinar —Steve te interrumpió.

—Hace tiempo, ocurrió algo y llegaron a creer que era una traidora…

—Eres HYDRA…

—Steve, cállate y déjame hablar, no es porque hubiera querido, a todos los mutantes que éramos niños cuando nos atraparon los Centinelas y nos mandaron a Garland, terminamos en HYDRA, no fue por decisión propia.

—Lo siento, no sabía —Steve se disculpó; nunca había tenido la delicadeza de preguntarte cómo habías terminado ahí.

—No importa, bueno podemos decir que encontraste la forma de contactarme y que te quieres unir a HYDRA porque… bueno ya pensaremos en alguna excusa, de ahí sería más fácil encontrar a Bucky, no sé, aún no es perfecto, pero es lo único que se me ocurrió en menos de diez minutos, tampoco estoy del todo segura de que vaya a funcionar o qué consecuencias pueda tener —dijiste.

Steve estuvo en silencio durante algunos minutos, estaba pensando en lo que propusiste, sonaba muy bien, tal vez sería difícil convencer a algunas personas, pero también serviría para derrotar a HYDRA desde el interior, o al menos intentarlo.

Comenzaron a planear los detalles rápidamente, Steve se iba a esforzar todo lo que fuera necesario para que saliera de la manera correcta, esta vez no iba a permitir que los enemigos ganaran.

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[writeforfandoms]

Congratulations on the major milestone love!!!

Would love to see a soulmate prompt for either dear Agent Pike and the shared empathy or for one surly Spanaird and the inability to hurt your soulmate. Dealers choice koukla!

Hi sweet nonnie friend! 💖 Thank you so much for your patience - I know it has taken me *mumble* months but I finally have it here! I went with Marcus Pike because I have a couple other requests for Pero Tovar coming down the line. I hope you enjoy this! 

There’s a not so sneaky Marvel reference in here because I couldn’t resist. 

Marcus Pike x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Flirting. Some silliness. Yearning. A bit of self-negativity, but only very briefly. 

Desperado

You had always known your soulmate's job must be something at least somewhat dangerous. You'd feel random spikes of adrenaline - the first one had taken you completely by surprise, left you in a near-panic in the bathroom. Which, of course, you scolded yourself for later. Your soulmate didn't need your panic on top of their own… whatever was going on. 

From that first time, you'd endeavored to be stable as a rock, taking things in stride and trying to keep your own emotions as calm as possible. Of course, you were no Vulcan. You still had feelings. You couldn't squash them out. 

But you did your best to mitigate any damage you might do with your emotions. 

You knew there had been times you'd failed, knew your soulmate had felt the second-hand betrayal of someone you'd thought a good friend. Knew they had felt the heartbreak of losing someone close to you. 

But you thought you had done a pretty good job. You had a stable, boring job. Some good friends. More good days than bad days. 

And if you ignored the ache of loneliness and yearning, you were pretty happy most of the time. It seemed your soulmate was too, more or less. He had had a couple romances that had ended painfully, but other than that. And the random spikes of adrenaline. 

Sometimes you tried to imagine what they were like. Kind, you imagined. Smart. Funny. Caring. Although you knew how much they cared, could feel it in your own heart, sure as anything. 

You'd never spoken to them, but you knew so much about them already. 

Normally, you weren't one to go out much, but your friend Maggie had talked you into going with her to a gallery opening. Art wasn't your forte, but you knew enough to get by. And she begged you, since her girlfriend was busy that night. 

So you caved. 

You pulled out an outfit you'd gotten compliments on before, checked your hair and makeup in the mirror, and were ready to go before Maggie pulled up outside your apartment. 

"You ready?" Maggie asked with a bright smile. She had always been more outgoing than you, dressing boldly and going above and beyond with her makeup. Sometimes you felt plain next to her, but you didn't let it bother you. She had a heart of gold, after all, and she was your best friend. 

"Ready," you confirmed with a smile of your own, buckling into your seat. "How's Carol?"

"Busy," Maggie groused. "They sure keep her busy test piloting things."

You patted her knee in sympathy. "Probably for the best, otherwise the two of you would cause far too much trouble."

"No way," Maggie scoffed. "We're easy going!"

"Macy's."

"You swore you wouldn't bring that up!"

You laughed at her indignant squawk, and felt a surge of warm amusement from your soulmate. Your smile softened a little. You hoped you'd find them soon, whoever they were. 

"So, what's the game plan for tonight?" You took pity on her and changed the subject. 

"Go in, look at art, make appropriate noises of 'oh isn't this just fascinating and unique', drink champagne, and leave." Maggie shrugged. "Should only take a couple hours, I'd guess." 

You chuckled. "Fair enough," you agreed easily. You didn't know the artist, so you didn't much care. But Maggie knew the gallery owner, so you'd be on your best behavior for her sake. 

The parking lot behind the gallery was almost full. Maggie snagged the last spot, squeaking in with a grin. 

"Let's go have some fun," she said, hopping out of the car.

You laughed and followed her, jogging a bit to keep up with her long strides. 

The gallery was beautifully set up, with temporary walls erected to help showcase the art and direct visitors through the space without ever seeming too busy. Maggie took the lead into the gallery, saying hi to the owner and blowing kisses. 

For the next half hour, Maggie was a whirlwind of activity. She introduced you to a few people, pressed a flute of champagne into your hands, and exclaimed over the art. Which, to your eyes, was nothing special. Blobs of color on canvas. That's all it looked like to you. So you just smiled and nodded along with whatever Maggie told you. 

The door opened again, and two men walked in. One of them was classically handsome, probably in his late 20s at a guess, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. His companion, though, had dark hair and brown eyes, with a patchy beard. His gaze met yours, and you felt a bolt of arousal shoot down your spine. 

Not yours, though. Your soulmate's. Your heart dropped a little at the realization. But you smiled a little at the nice, very handsome man. 

"Be nice," Maggie murmured as the two men approached. 

You didn't get a chance to ask her who they were before she was greeting the first one, the blue-eyed one. 

"Paul! So good to see you again!" She smiled at him, easily going into a hug. "And you brought a new friend this time!"

"This is Marcus," the man introduced. 

"Nice to meet you," Marcus murmured with a polite smile that warmed when his gaze met yours again. 

"I don't think you've met my friend," Maggie said, ushering you over closer as she gave the men your name. 

"Hi," you greeted, a little shy. 

They both shook your hand, and you could have sworn that Marcus's eyes lingered on you a little longer than was strictly polite. A little thrill ran up your spine, all yours. Marcus smiled slowly and released your hand with one last squeeze. 

"More champagne?" Paul offered, looking between you all. Maggie gave him a thumbs up, and he vanished to go find champagne. 

"How'd you get roped into coming, Marcus?" Maggie asked, looking curious. "I don't think I've seen Paul bring you before."

Marcus nodded. "This is my first time," he agreed, looking at Maggie. "My job involves art, so Paul thought it would be fun to drag me along."

You couldn't help it grin. "Funny, Maggie thought it would be fun to drag me along," you offered, looking at him. He really was handsome. Much nicer viewing than the artwork. 

Marcus smiled again, and you felt a little warm under the collar. "Fortunate for me," he agreed in a murmur. 

"I gotta go say hi to someone," Maggie said, barely concealing the outright glee in her voice. "You two play nice." She winked and left before you could grab her. 

You huffed, and Marcus chuckled. "Sounds like she wants us to get along." 

"She likes to think she's good at match making." You shrugged. 

"Oh?" Marcus offered you a hand with a smile. Excitement from your soulmate bubbled gently through your veins. Oddly on point timing, really, but you didn't mind. 

You took his hand with a shy little smile. "She thinks I need to get out and see people." 

Marcus nodded, stepping in closer to you. "Haven't met your soulmate yet?"

"Not yet," you murmured. "I wish. I know they're fine, but I haven’t met them. I don’t even know where to start looking.”

“No hints?” Marcus asked with a little sympathy.

“Not really. I mean, I get these adrenaline surges from them, so either they’re an adrenaline junkie or they’re in some kind of job that causes adrenaline.” You shrugged. “I’ve thought about looking at firefighters or law enforcement, but without an idea of where they are…” 

“Hm.” Marcus looked at you for a few long moments, quiet. Deep within you, within the part of you that connected to your soulmate, you could feel a niggling of hope and suspicion. 

“What about you? Found yours yet?” 

“I thought I had,” Marcus said slowly. “But, no. Not yet. Mine is quiet, mostly. The usual occasional outburst, but they seem to be pretty steady most of the time. They’re just a general warmth and happiness, to me.” 

You blinked at him. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, perhaps that niggling of hope within you was influencing you, but it almost sounded like he was describing you. But he couldn’t be. There was no way. 

“How do you even test if it’s them?” you asked, swaying closer to him, caught in the pull of his eyes. 

“Try sending emotions to one another,” Marcus murmured. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. You swallowed. You weren’t sure if the hope you were feeling now was yours or your soulmate’s. “Watch for reactions.” 

“Found the champagne,” Paul announced. You and Marcus both jumped, shifting apart. Paul seemed completely oblivious to what he’d just interrupted. “Where did Maggie run off to?”

“Not sure,” you answered, looking away from Marcus. You felt foolish for having hoped. Of course it wasn’t him. “I’ll go find her.” You turned away from the two without taking any champagne, striding off. You felt embarrassed. Had you really just been so blatantly flirting with Marcus? You’d only just met him, you had no reason to be flirting with him, not like that. Ugh. You were such an idiot. Getting your hopes up that you’d found your soulmate. 

Especially since you could still feel their hope. 

You turned a corner around one of the temporary walls and went looking for Maggie. Though the studio wasn’t huge, it was large enough that you didn’t see her anywhere. You spent a solid thirty minutes searching for her before you gave up. You were tired. You just wanted to go home. 

You stepped outside to text Maggie to update her. The temperature had dropped, just enough that you were chilly, and you shivered a little. Of course. Icing on the cake. 

A soft call of your name had you turning, and there was Marcus. He was watching you, brown eyes warm and concerned. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, stepping closer slowly. 

“Fine,” you said with a shrug, pasting an easy smile on your lips. “Just waiting for Maggie.” 

“Mind if I wait with you?”

“Free country.”

Marcus stopped next to you. Wordlessly, he shrugged out of his jacket and put it around your shoulders. You could feel concern from your soulmate, not sharp but warm. “You were shivering,” he murmured. 

“Oh. Thanks.” You hunched your shoulders a bit, tugging his jacket further around you. 

“Can I ask you something?” Marcus turned, one hand gently cupping your elbow and encouraging you to turn until the two of you were facing each other. 

“Okay.” You were confused but willing to play along. 

“Do you feel this?” 

For a moment, you were just even more confused. Feel what? His hand on your elbow?

But then you did. Hope, warm and bright, from your soulmate. Happiness. You blinked in wonder, lips parting as you looked at him, and he grinned at you. It was perhaps the most pure expression of joy you’d seen from another person in years. 

“I do,” you whispered, eyes wide. “Holy shit. Are we–?”

“That’s me,” Marcus agreed, his other hand now cupping your other elbow and slowly reeling you in closer. “I can feel you, too.”

You laughed, a little overwhelmed in the best way. “I can’t believe it.”

“I can.” He stepped in closer, bare inches between you now. “I’ve been trying to find you for a long time.” 

“And now that you have?” You tipped your head and smiled at him. 

His smile was bright and happy and beautiful. “Do you like pancakes?” 

“Love ‘em.”

“Wanna ditch this and go eat?” 

Your smile matched his, your hands resting lightly on his chest. “You driving?” 

“Of course.”

“Lead the way… partner.” 

His smile widened and he slid his grip down to your hands. He didn’t let go until you were safely in his car and buckled in. You texted Maggie a quick update, told her to enjoy and that you’d check in later, and then…

And then you were free to enjoy the first meal of pancakes with your soulmate.

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GAME OVER - LEE JENO X READER

GAME OVER

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Pairing: Lee Jeno x Fem! Reader

Theme: Hint at college au! This is the same paring from my fic ‘Quiet’, fluff, smut, hint of angst? Crack maybe?

Synopsis: When your boyfriend invites you over to his place only to ignore you to play games with his friends all evening, you decide to go out and celebrate a mutual friend’s birthday instead. Jeno never minds when you go out to clubs and bars… only when a specific Loverboy doesn’t tend to leave your side all evening. 

Warnings: Lots of swearing, Probably over use of many variations of ‘fuck’, Big dick! Jeno, Pierced! Jeno, Possessive!Jeno, A hint of angst?, Jealousy, Jaehyun clearly likes you allot regardless of your boyfriend, He’s kind of a subtle dick?, the reader and Jeno are sort of in an argument, Unprotected sex, Exhibitionism ( They fuck in the restrooms and Jaehyun is outside), fluff at the end, Jeno is a smug little shit, marking,  idk what else. 

Word count: 2,698

Note: Hey my lovelies, another Jeno fic! I’m going to attempt to have all the NCT fics I write to be in the same universe. So, when Set Me Free is released it will fall in with this fic too even though it’s Intern!Mark. I know I said that last Jeno smut would be the one and only smut i do but honestly when inspiration strikes - you just gotta. I made the dividers and the header on Canva. Feel free to send asks about my fic characters. The spice is very brief in this one, i apologise - I didn’t want the smut to be too detailed. It's still my longest of the three i've published so far. I feel like my 'writing rust' is curing slowly? I apologise for any grammatical errors

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated! 

“Are you sure the exit is covered, Mark?” Jeno heard through the device in his ear. 

“For the last time, Yes,” Mark grumbled in exasperation, as he scanned the surroundings. 

Jeno could only chuckle, observing from his characters spot on a nearby rooftop. His thumb slowly moved the left analog stick to change the camera angle and look around once more. “Chenle, on your left - there’s Hyuc-” He abruptly called out, voice raising with the excitement.

“What? Fucking whe- Shit!” Jeno had to pull one of his earphones out at the enraged screech that followed, Chenle shouting for Renjun to come and revive him. 

One game soon turned into two, then three, and now four. And it was as if Jeno had forgotten all about you for the moment. You, who was sprawled out on your back, boredly counting each line of profanity you heard your boyfriend boom down his mic. This wasn’t what you had in mind when Jeno asked you to come over after class. You’d hoped that he would opt out of squad night and spend some alone time with you - seeing as you hadn’t really had much time to yourselves since way before the camping trip last month, and whilst you loved his friends like family there was only so much of their company you could take.

You lazily picked your phone up from the floor, responding to a few messages until you hovered over the most recent one. “Coming out tonight? It’s Xiaojun’s birthday.” Your thumbs hesitated in typing out a reply, chin tilting to glance over at your boyfriend, who showed zero signs of stopping his game. As you stood, your knees and ankles groaned in protest from being sprawled out on the fuzzy rug for hours. 

“Jen..” You called out, shoulders slumping when the other didn’t respond. “Jen!” You repeated louder, unable to keep the hint of annoyance from your voice. Jeno jumped, he would never admit it but he almost forgot you were there. He removed an earphone, muting his mic to turn toward you. 

“Yes, Baby?” He hummed, raising a pierced brow. He hadn’t caught on to the clear boredom in your expression, nor the dejected tone to your voice as you spoke again. 

“I’m gonna head out, Ten invited me out for Xiaojun’s birthday.” You explained, Jeno’s eyes creasing at the corners as he smiled at the mention of the two. 

“Make sure Ten don’t go home with Johnny again.” Was all he said, already beginning to turn back to his computer. 

You couldn’t believe that was all he said, he didn’t even offer to go with you nor drop you off. You stood there for a moment, left eye almost twitching in anger at the whole situation. You weren’t a clingy girlfriend, you never demanded to be with Jeno all the time. It was quite the opposite actually, but there were times when he acted like this and it got to you. All you wanted was some one on one time.. 

Deciding to forego the impending argument for tonight, you shuffled closer to him to press a kiss to his forehead so you didn’t disturb his game. “You’re coming back here, right?” he mumbled, not even waiting your answer properly before a harsh “You fuck head, Hyuck!” escaped him. 

With a mumbled ‘sure’, you gathered your bag and left him to it.

Jeno hadn’t even realised how he was acting. He still continued gaming with the guys for at least two or three more hours. He stretched his arms above his head on a groan, clicking his spine as he twisted in his chair. “Mark, pick another game. This one’s getting too easy to beat you at.” He snickered smugly. 

“You seen Hendery’s story, Jen?” The voice sounded almost devious. As if Jaemin was in on a secret nobody else was. 

Instead of answering, his hand swiped up his phone from beside his keyboard and swiftly unlocked it with his thumb. Jeno found Hendery’s profile and tapped on the story. His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. It was you, Xiaojun and Jaehyun. The later, Jeno wasn’t particularly a big fan of… okay that was a massive understatement. Quite frankly, Jeno hated the way the man looked at you. He knew Jaehyun had asked you out a few times, before you and Jeno had gone public, and whilst he knew you turned him down everytime… he also was very much aware of how persistent the older man could be. Not that Jeno didn’t trust you, he trusted you with his life but Jaehyun however? No.

Jeno’s gaze drifted over your frame in the picture, his breath drawing in sharply. “Fuck me…” he cursed. The dress you were wearing had him frozen in place. 

A short little black number, ending way too high up your thighs for his liking. Jeno could clearly see from your side pose that it was backless, the halter strings of the dress tied in a perfect bow at the back of your neck. The front? Jeno couldnt even think about the front right now, not when he could clearly see Jaehyun’s eyes were definitely not directed toward the camera lens. 

“Bro… you must have done something terrible in your past life.” His friend Donghyuck laughed into his ear. “The dude’s looking at her as if he won a fucking jackpot!” 

“Say’s the bitchless one.” Jisung quipped, adding on a rushed defense. “Not that ___’s a bitch, Jeno.” 

Jeno could only groan in despair. “What am I meant to do? I don’t even know what club she’s a-” 

“Envy. It’s written on the cup, Dumbass.” Jeno glared at his friends icon on the call, then glancing back to the image and sure enough, the black cup in your hand had the club logo printed on the side. “Jeno, you’re designated driver.. And who else.. Mark?”

Mark let out an unsure sound of agreement. “Uh.. yeah, sure. I’m not staying though, got work early in the morning and this internship is kicking my ass. I’ll drop you at the door and pick you up but that’s it.” 

Jeno was silently seething, continuing to tap through Hendery’s story as his friends made arrangements. In each one of them, the same guy was always with you. Even when you weren’t in the photograph, Jeno caught sight of you both in the background and with new determination, he shucked off his hoodie to get ready. 

You were having a good time. Much better than being ignored by your boyfriend, that’s for sure. Part of you still wished you'd put your foot down and demanded Jeno pay attention to you. He was the one who asked you to go over after all. But, you much preferred dancing with your friends over causing arguments with Jeno.

You were dancing with Ten and Jaehyun when you first spotted the familiar head of black and pink streaked hair. The grinning man approaching the three of you the moment he caught sight. 

“Chenle? What are you doing here?” You shouted over the music, eyebrows drawn in confusion. 

Honestly, you could probably count on one hand the amount of times you’d seen Chenle make an appearance at a night club. The younger shrugged with faux innocence, his grin broadening as his gaze caught sight of someone over your shoulder. 

“Ask him.” He simply stated, with the nudge forward of his head being a signal for you to probably turn around. 

From the way the colour drained from Jaehyun’s face, however, you weren’t sure you wanted to. You could physically feel the anger radiating from the person behind you - You were 100% certain who it was. It was solidified when a hard chest pressed against your back, hot breath against your ear. 

“Yeah, ____. Ask me.” You’d never experience this Jeno yet. This Jeno was mad, His voice sharp and heavy, the emotion making it slightly husky. 

Chenle only grinned wider, shooting you a thumbs up as he coaxed your friends to the bar. You didn’t face your boyfriend yet. Unsure of what you might see, if his voice was anything to go by you’d probably fold in thirty seconds flat. Jeno has a special talent in making you fold. Instead, you crossed your arms over your chest, straightening your shoulders. How dare he come and crash your fun? After he ignored you for so many hours. 

“Finally remembered you have a girlfriend then?” Was your snarky reply. 

You were so glad you weren’t looking at him, from the way a tense silence followed your words. Honestly, you stupidly thought you’d made him speechless. A smirk tugging at the corners of your glossy lips. The triumph didn’t last for long, the victory slowly fading from your face at the almost sinister chuckle. 

“Could say the same about you.” Jeno’s clipped tone bit right back, his strong hands settling on your waist. “Someone should tell Jung fucking Yoon-Oh to get his own girlfriend and stop making googly eyes at mine.” Your boyfriend’s gravelly voice rumbled into your ear. 

That made you step forward, Jeno’s hands falling away from your waist before he could tighten his hold to stop you. Your mouth opened to speak but your words got stuck in your throat. There he stood, Pink hair swept back in probably the only style he knows how to do himself, black skinny jeans and a dress shirt with only the bottom few buttons done up to leave it open to the bottom of his sternum. He looked mouth watering. You could feel your resolve crumbling bit by bit. 

“He-He didn’t touch me.” You choked out. “He’s just a friend, Jen.” 

Your voice didn’t sound like you, it was breathy and low but somehow he heard you. Jeno’s facial features were set in a hard line, stormy with jealousy, the constant flashing lights around you reflecting off his eyebrow piercing. His jaw flexed. 

“To you, yes. But to him? Baby, when you showed up here looking like fucking aphrodite in that dress… he probably thought it was his birthday.” He said tautly. 

You didn’t have anything to say to that. You couldn’t dispel Jeno’s worries either. Whilst you had definitely noticed how the man in question hadn’t left you alone all night, you’d done nothing to try and put any distance toward you. Your anger at your boyfriend had clouded your judgement -  your mind telling you that Jaehyun was just acting as a comforting friend and listening ear. Though with the amount of times he’s still asked you out and the amount of ‘jokes’ he makes hinting at you being ‘too good’ for Jeno, you can’t say you blame your boyfriend for his blatant dislike. In his defense, Jeno had voiced his insecurities surrounding the man many times to you and you knew it was something he was very much bothered about. 

At the thought, your anger dissipated like a deflating balloon. If you’d just spoken to Jeno in the first place then you probably wouldn’t be in this situation. The apology died on your lips when both sides of your face was firmly cupped and Jeno leant in. His nose brushing yours as his almost possessive gaze met your startled one. 

“Mine. ____ you’re mine.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his statement firm. You didn’t disagree anyway. 

“Only yours.” Your instant reply had his shoulder relaxing only slightly. 

The tension was thick and neither of you had leant away. It was as if a rubber band had snapped when your lips met, hungry and claiming. Hands all over each other desperate to find purchase.

That was how you found yourself in your current state. Pressed against the locked door to the club restroom with your dress bunched around your waist. Your high heels dug into the backs of Jeno’s thighs as each hard drive forward thudded your back louder against the wood. Jeno couldn't help but admire your smudged lip gloss, the rest of which he was sure to be smeared along his neck, the base of his cock, and his own lips. Eyeliner and mascara streaked further down your cheeks with each pleasured sob. 

Jeno’s firm grip on your thighs hoisted you against the door, he made no effort at all to silence your cries and moans. He didn’t want to this time. You were his and right now he really hoped Jaehyun was waiting outside for the restrooms to be unoccupied. With a deep moan of his own, his teeth reattached to your neck. It was as if he thought the bruises he marred your skin with would have faded in the last thirty seconds, his teeth pulling at the skin over them. 

“Say it again, Baby. Please.” He uttered breathlessly, delivering a particularly firm thrust.

Your words were incoherent, you may aswell have been babbling total nonsense. This man had filled you to the brim, pounding the same spot over and over enough for you to see stars.  An elongated whine left you, fingernails gripping at Jeno’s back underneath his shirt. Your thighs shook in his hands. 

“Yours. Jen-no! Always… Always yours.” You cried out, almost letting out a scream when he tilted your hips for the right angle. 

“Oh god… oh g-god!” Your sobs were like music to his ears, your pleas and praises fuelling his speed. 

Jeno lifted his head, sweat beading his brow as he kissed away your tears. His chest was flushed red from exertion. You tried to hold on longer, you really did but your orgasm crashed down on you almost abruptly, dragging a filthy, loud, wanton moan of his name from your throat. 

“Shit…” Jeno swore as you clamped down around him almost in a death grip, prompting his own release. 

You felt like your whole body was twitching in the aftershocks. You almost flinched at the sensitivity of Jeno’s piercing dragging against your sensitive parts as he slowly pulled out. The both of you were panting heavily like you’d run a London marathon. You made no effort to move and clean up yet, opting to draw Jeno’s torso into your body in a tight embrace. 

“I’m sorry for playing on your insecurities.” You admitted sheepishly into his ear. “I was just so annoyed.” 

A soft hum in reply was heard, the sound still lightly vibrating his chest. “Why were you annoyed?” 

“You invited me over to just ignore me for hours. I just wanted some quality time with you.” Your confession had Jeno’s mind clicking everything into place. 

“Oh… I didn’t think of it like that. ____ I just always want you around. I hate it when you go back to your apartment.” He lifted his head from where it was nuzzled comfortably against your marked chest. 

Your tongue darted out to nervously wet your lips, your right shoulder lazily lifting in thought. “Okay…” You started off, slowly. “Then… What if I didn’t?” You offered tentatively.

Jeno didn’t say anything as he processed your words, his lips pulling into the first smile he had directed at you all evening. “Then… I’d clear out half of the closet space for you… maybe get you a key cut.” 

“I’d like that.” His smile was contagious as hell, the corners of your mouth pulling up into an expression to match his own. 

Jeno quickly cleaned you both up after that with a mutual agreement that you should both go home and shower. His large hand wrapped tightly in your own. You both looked a disheveled mess, your panda eyes and his wrinkled shirt and messy hair. However, you’d made yourselves presentable enough to make it to the car. His free hand twisted the lock on the door, pulling it open to the stunned faces of your friends. None of them said anything but judging from the smirks and snickers, you’d surely get drilled in the group chat later. 

One face stuck out to Jeno amongst them all. The one closest to the door. The number one cause for his possessive streak this evening and whilst you were off saying goodbye to your friends, Jeno leaned in slightly for only Jaehyun to hear him. 

“Game Over, Loverboy.”

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"Everything for you" (Leah Williamson x Reader)

It's a little late but inspired by the belated birthday girl and Arsenal's incredible quarter-final win, far less butt-clenching than the Chelsea game I just sat through!

Request: "Leah Williamson x Reader where maybe the reader has glasses but doesn't need to wear them all the, time the team has never seen them with the glasses on and they walk in for training one day with the glasses on and the girls are like hyping her up cue a cute moment with Leah Or something like that."

Words: 1.2k

Wandering into training you can’t help the yawn that escapes you as you straighten the glasses on your face. Despite being known as one of the more timely members of the squad you have not managed to do yourself justice today. Having crawled out of bed a mere thirty minutes ago you hadn’t had the chance to follow your morning routine as you would have liked to. 

You knew it wasn’t the smartest decision to be awake until near midnight the day before you were due to play Bayern Munich in the second leg of the champions league quarter-final. But when it comes to your football and your girlfriend you will never deny that your she came first. 

Easing the bedroom door shut gently you tiptoe across the carpet, trainers in hand, in hopes to avoid stirring Leah from her sleep. Despite telling her you were visiting some old school friends for dinner you had actually spent the evening at Amanda’s house planning the following day's birthday celebrations and proposal preparations for the girl you both loved. Now you just had to hope you could secure the win to keep spirits high. 

You make it silently to the drawers to dig and change into an oversized t-shirt of your girlfriend’s. Pausing as you make your way back from the bathroom your eyes run over the snoozing figure of the blonde occupying the bed in the centre of the room. Your eyes fall to the alarm clock as the glowing numbers flicker from 11:59 to 12:00. Unable to help yourself you settle your knees into the rug beside the bed, lifting a careful hand to brush fallen strands of hair behind Leah’s ear. 

As you admire your girl you see her eyelids flicker and then open, drowsily. “Hey, pretty lady,” your soft whispers earn a lazy smile from the girl in front of you, “happy birthday.”

Game-day duffle bag over your shoulder you rush your way into the meeting room at London Colney. Jonas had called you all in for a strategy meeting prior to this evening's game. Typically you and Leah would make your way in together but after early morning cuddles, she insisted you get some extra rest before the game while she headed for a birthday brunch with her family. Except your lie-in had lasted longer than intended and joining your teammates you are hit with instant teasing for your tardiness. 

“Oooh, look who decided to show up!” Katie McCabe’s voice is the loudest and the first to reach you as you enter. With a grimace, you prepare yourself for the onslaught of teasing. 

“So it turns out it wasn’t Leah making you later all these years, huh L/N?” Jen Beattie is the next to speak resulting in an eye-roll and shake of your head as your eyes naturally direct themselves to the blonde in question, she smirks at you, basking in you receiving the teasing for once.

Settling beside the birthday girl, you greet her with a soft peck, “happy birthday my love, you have a good morning?” she simply smiles with a nod and settles a hand on your thigh in response, the notion being all you needed to communicate. 

A smartass remark to your teammates is on the tip of your tongue but before you can utter a syllable a new topic is introduced. “Y/N? I didn’t know you wore glasses?” Wally’s questioning tone attracts the attention of the room and several heads turn your way, to analyse the frames on your face for themselves. 

Your eyebrows furrow, your lack of sight is never something you had intentionally hidden from the Arsenal girls, just something that never came up. “Wait! Y/N you look so cute right now! Look at you with your little gold frames!” Lotte’s declaration results in a number of the other girls also hyping you up.

You can’t help the rosy blush which rises on your cheeks, burying your head into Leah’s neck as she watches the scene in amusement. She had expressed her attraction to you in glasses, very clearly, many moons ago. It occurred when you had first stayed the night and had timidly made your way from the bathroom, apprehensive of her judgement. 

With a light chuckle, she brings a hand to stroke your hair, “you are adorable baby, they’re right about that. A real birthday treat you’re giving me by not putting your contacts in.” You feel her smirk grow as her cheek rests against your head.

“Everything for you, doll.” You mutter in response, nipping teasingly at her collarbone.

Katie, again, makes herself known over the crowd as Leah grumbles scoldingly at you. “Don’t hide from our compliments Y/N/N! God knows you’re both too sickeningly cute to receive them very often.” Always the class clown her words hit the mark and the room is filled with laughter. 

A smirk still present from teasing your girlfriend you groan and reluctantly agree. Giving a light kiss to the area you’d nipped you pull away, a little more ready to face the day. You don’t get a chance to banter back however as Jonas enters the room, drawing a focused silence from all of you.

Having made it through the day with each of your teammates making at least one comment about the glasses adorning your face. The team coach pulls up outside the Emirates and with Leah’s hand clasped in yours, you make your way past fans and media, into the changing room. Settling beside each other, the group of you work on getting prepped for warm-ups.

Clad in red and white you disappear from the view of the team, washbag in hand, to the sinks around the corner. For the first time today, you remove the metal frames from your face and exchange them for your contact lenses.

Returning to the communal area you find it emptied of all teammates, minus one. A grin grows on your face as your eyes land on the beautiful blonde adjusting her socks from her spot in her cubby. 

Approaching her almost silently, it's the discarding of your washbag which draws attention. Entranced with the girl before you it's a natural instinct when your hand raises to stroke lovingly along her jaw.

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl.” Your words are gently mutterings, lips brushing against hers as they rest together without the finalisation of a kiss.

Leah’s lips turn upward at the attention, a rosy tint coating her cheeks. A secure grip on your hips has her pulling you towards her, settling you on her lap as she finally receives the kiss she had been longing for since she left you in bed that morning. Lips moulding together as easily as breathing and gently hands caressing the body of the other as you take in the moment of peace between you.

When the pair of you separate it is only by mere centimetres as your forehead comes to rest against her, “I hope we can win this game,” the words escape in a rasp as you speak them, “for you. On your day.”

Leah only hums in response, “that’d be nice.” After chasing another peck of your lips she continues, “but after 26 spins around the sun I’d much prefer the knowledge I would spend each one from now with you.” 

An adoring smile drapes goofily across your face at her words and your mind briefly flickers to the ring box you know you have secured in the depths of your bag. Returning her brief peck you nod against her head, “now that, my dear, I do believe can be arranged.”

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[tinkerbelle05]

Snuggle Bug

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Miles is such a snuggle bug.

Warnings: none :)

“How long has it been since you've seen the sun?” You jokingly asked Miles. Rather than his desk being filled with pens and sketchbooks, textbooks and pencils replaced them.

You watched in amusement as he lets out a scream, clearly not expecting you. “How did you get in here?”

“Well when two people love each other very much-” You were interrupted with a pillow thrown at you. “Okay, okay, no need to be so aggressive.” You looked over at his desk, “What test?”

“Uh Trig,” he responded.

You give out a wince to it. You never liked Trig or math in general. Plus the teacher was a hag with a terrible wig.

“Maybe you should take a break. Take a nap with me,” you suggest to him slyly.

“As much as I would love that, I have to study for this test next week,” he tells you. “But afterwards, I promise.”

You fix him a look and rolled your eyes, “Okay fine. In the meanwhile, can I look at my pictures?”

“Fine,” he huffed out and went back to studying.

Smiling with joy, you went to Miles’ sketchbook collection and looked for the one with your name on it. He had a whole book dedicated to you in multiple styles and mediums.

Some were realism while other cartoonish. Sometimes he used nothing but graphite pencils and the white of the page while other times he used markers, colored pencils and pens all in one drawing.

You could get lost in the pages, feel giddy every time you saw a new drawing of you. It made you feel loved.

“Okay, I’m done.” Miles announces and stretches his body causing bones to crack and pop.

“Wow, who knew you were such an old man,” you muttered under your breath, eyes still in the book.

Suddenly you felt a large weight on your back, trapping you in the bed. It could only be one person.

Miles snuggled into the nook of your neck and you hear a muffled no. Then soft snores reach your ear and you let out a sigh as you subsumed to your fate as a human bed.

You light jabbed Miles with your elbow because if he's going to use you like this, the absolute least he could do is help you get your bonnet. This hair wasn't cheap.

“Okay, okay I’m gonna get it,” he said groggily and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He extended his arm and you grabbed it immediately.

“Don’t you dare use your web shooters to get my bonnet,” you warned him. The last time he did that, you literally had to throw the whole bonnet away. It was your favorite too.

He grumbled but got up to get it anyway. He gave you a warm smile before fitting the bonnet around your head gently and kissed you on the cheek.

He laid on his bed with a deep sigh but he looked at you with bedroom eyes, half-lid and a lazy smile. And you just sit there, on the bed admiring him. It was amazing how he could do so little and still look so beautiful.

“You gonna join me down here or…?” He questioned but didn't wait for an answer. He pulled you into his arms and returned his face into the nook of your neck. Eventually, your legs tangled and twisted together into one, and with your combined body heat you quickly went to sleep.

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[jobean12-blog]

Under Your Skin

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (Tattoo!Artist!Eddie AU)

Word Count: 2,913

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends for some time but you still haven’t been in to visit him at work but you finally get up the nerve to do it and maybe even to do something even more exciting...and then some. 

Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to write his AU with Eddie for a while and I cannot thank my lovely friends enough for all their insight into the world @sillyrabbit81 @mrsmischief209 @ysmmsy @buckysdollforlife @blizzspeaks This is for my sweet Jen’s @late-to-the-party-81 1k Follower Celebration and Challenge Yourself Challenge! This is the first time I’m doing this AU so it seemed like the perfect push! Thank you for hosting love and congratulations on a much deserved and amazing milestone! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by @wannabehamlet thank you darling so much! 🥰

Warnings: fun and flirty tension and fluff :) 

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

Your hand is clammy as it closes around the handle of the door and you give it a pull that’s too hard, the motion making you jerk back unexpectedly.

You crash into Robin with a muttered apology and step inside. A little bell over the door chimes and indicates your arrival. You take a deep breath and survey the shop.

The first thing you notice is the clean and sanitary smell. That, and the fact that the colorful paint on the walls is barely visible under all the artwork, photos and records that lines them.

“Wow,” you whisper in awe, taking it all in.

“Now that’s what I like to hear when people walk into my shop.”

Your attention is momentarily drawn away from the decorative walls when you hear the sound of his voice.

“Hello ladies,” he croons before his gaze settles on you. “So glad you finally made it in to see me.”  

You stop and stare, a new kind of nervousness making your heart skip a beat.  

It’s the first time you’re visiting Eddie at his new Tattoo shop and you’re already in love.

“Hi Eddie,” Robin says, elbowing you.

“Oh!” you squeak. “Hey Eddie.”

“So, what can I do for you?”

“We want a tattoo,” Robin says with a bright smile. She then points at you and says, “well, she does.”

His eyes are trained on you as they sweep down your body and back up to your face.

“This is your first one right?” he asks with a wink.

“Yes,” you declare and dip your head.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you.”

He moves closer and rests a gentle hand on your lower back, ushering you forward.  

“Not gonna lie, I’m really fucking excited you’re here,” he says quietly, his lips just barely brushing your ear.

You shiver in response and turn your head, your faces only inches apart.

“I’m nervous,” you blurt out, your breath catching in your throat when his eyes drop to your lips.

“You’re in good hands,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers up your back before he motions for you to sit on the couch.

Robin joins you, grinning as she looks at the shop walls.

“Are these pictures of your band?” Robin asks.

“That’s us. Corroded Coffin,” he answers with a pleased smile while he rummages through supplies on the table.

“I like your guitar,” you say as you study one picture in particular.

“Thanks. She’s a beauty right?”

You nod and continue to look around. Without thinking you get up and start to move about the shop, noticing that some of the artwork is signed with Eddie’s name.

“Your artwork is amazing,” you point out.

“Thanks,” Eddie answers. “Wait until you see your tattoo.”

He waggles his eyebrows and sticks out his tongue, his silly face making you laugh and easing some of your anxieties.

“So, I sorta have an idea, but I don’t really have a solid idea. I kind of know what I want but at the same time I don’t have a clear picture and I’m nervous it will hurt and…”

Eddie gives you a soft smile as your words trail off and you shuffle your feet. You can hear Robins pained groan but you keep your eyes on him.

“I can help you bring your idea to life; you just tell me what you’re thinking and I’ll make it happen.”

“Really? It’s that easy?” you ask, your tone disbelieving.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he tells you. “Like I said, you’re in good hands with me sweetheart.”

You audibly swallow and will your heart rate to slow down.  

“Give me a minute. I was just finishing some paperwork when you came in,” he says.

He walks to the back of the shop and disappears behind a door. You swing around and look at Robin with wide eyes.

“He’s too hot,” you whisper shout. “I can’t let him give me a tattoo! This is too much.”  

“Oh don’t be such a dingus!” she answers, throwing her hands up. “And why can’t you!? You heard him. He’s talented and you’re in good hands.”

“His hands…” you nearly whine, rubbing your own over your face. “The rings…I’m not gonna make it.”

She smirks with a sparkle in her eye and you blow out an exaggerated raspberry.

“I’ve been here less than five minutes and I’m already making a fool of myself and if he actually puts his hands on me I’m going to faint for sure.”

Before Robin can give you a proper pep talk, Eddie saunters back into the front of the shop with a smile.

“So talk to me sweetheart, what are you thinking?”

He sits down on a rolling leather stool and slides himself toward you.

“Maybe on my shoulder and something with the ocean? A wave? A sea turtle? Some other cute sea creature?”

He smiles brightly and the skin around his eyes crinkles delicately, their warm color making you inwardly sigh.

“Can you take this off for me?” he asks, motioning to your hoodie.

“Sure,” you answer, feeling your skin heat.

You shrug off the garment and turn your body to show him the spot you’re thinking of putting it.

His eyes fill with heat at your newly exposed skin and you lick your lips and when he softly brushes his fingertips over your skin it sends a rush of warmth through your body.

Once you determine how big you want it and the spot you want it in he grabs what he needs to sketch it out.

“Tell me about your favorite memory of the ocean or the beach,” he says, placing his pencil to the paper.

As you rattle off your thoughts, Robin smiles and gets up from the couch to look around more. You don’t even notice that she’s gone and by the time you’re done talking Eddie has a sketch drawn up and he’s grinning.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry for my rambling. I hope that wasn’t too much.”

“Nah sweetheart, it was perfect. Are you ready to see?”

You nod excitedly and wait.

He lifts the sketch up and turns it around so you can see. You gasp softly, covering your mouth with your hand as your eyes take in the drawing.

“Eddie,” you whisper. “Wow.”

“That’s the second time you’ve used that word in my presence,” he teases. “You’re going to give me a big head.”

You giggle and take the paper from his hand. “It’s absolutely gorgeous. I love it. I didn’t even know I wanted this.”

He leans closer, studying first the drawing then your face. “It’s going to be even more beautiful on you.”

Robin’s playful scoff pulls both you and Eddie out of your moment and your heads simultaneously turn her way.

“What?” you ask with narrowed eyes.

“So cheesy Munson,” she states with a deadpan look.

Eddie narrows his eyes and throws her the finger.

She laughs and gives him one back.

“But it is really amazing,” she adds.

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifts into a boyish smile and he winks at you again.  

“Ready to get started?” Eddie asks, taking your hand.

You visibly stiffen and your palm starts to sweat against his.

“I uh…I think so.”

He pulls you to your feet and tucks you into his side.

“Come on, let’s get you comfortable,” he says assuredly.

He brings you over to the tattoo bed and has you sit down.

“You have to sign this waiver first,” he explains, letting you take your time reading over the paper.

“Any allergies?” he asks.

“Nope,” you reply as you sign your name.

“Did you eat lunch?” he asks, giving you a lopsided grin when you look at him like he’s crazy.

“Umm, I did but that was about two hours ago.”

He holds up a ringed finger and jogs to the back of the shop, returning quickly with some juice and cookies.

“Here,” he says, holding both out. “Have a drink and a cookie. It’ll help.”

You open your mouth to say “wow” again, your lips shaped just so and Eddie grins, staring at your mouth before he drags his eyes up.

“Were you about to ‘wow’ me again?” he asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” you giggle. “You really meant it when you said you’d take care of me.”

“Of course,” he tells you.

“I’m sure this is how you treat all your clients,” you say with a lighthearted roll of your eyes.

“Nah, only the ones I’m hoping to keep around,” he simpers.

“Smooth Eddie,” Robin pokes from her spot across the room. “Real smooth.”

Eddie ignores Robin’s jabs and keeps his focus on you.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and lower your lashes, hoping to hide how his words affect you.

“Hey,” he says quietly and you bring your gaze back up to meet his. “You good?”

“I’m good.”

“I want you to talk to me the whole time and if it ever gets too much just let me know,” he says, giving you a pointed look.

“I will,” you whisper.

“Pinky promise?” he asks, holding up his pinky finger.

“Promise,” you smile and wrap your pinky around his.

You watch as he gathers his tools, double checking that everything is clean and sterile. He prepares the ink and the machine, explaining everything as he goes.

“Ok, we’ve gotta get these out of the way,” he says as he slips his fingers under the straps of your tank top and bra.

He slowly slides them down until they rest along your upper arm, before softly caressing your shoulder. The whole interaction feels intimate and you take a deep breath, relieved that he can’t see your face at the moment.  

“This might be a little cold,” he warns as he preps your skin by cleaning it.

Even with his gloves on you love the feel of his hands on you. When he places the stencil over your skin you can feel the press of his rings and you have to suppress a shiver.

“Here, take the mirror and make sure it’s where you want it.”

You stand and use the small mirror to check the placement, your eyes drifting to meet Eddie’s in the reflection.

“That’s the spot,” you say.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s do this sweetheart. I’m ready to start if you are.”

He straightens out the tattoo table and helps you get comfortable lying on your stomach with your face resting in the hole. You can see his spread legs as he rolls his stool closer and it momentarily makes you forget why you’re there.  

“Still with me?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” you breathe out, the combined nervousness of the impending tattoo and his close proximity mixing into some kind of dizzying intoxication.  

“Robin can hold your hand if you want,” he says, peeking over at her. “I would do it but I need both of mine.”

His charming words make you smile and some of your tension eases with your deep exhale.  

Robin rushes to your side and sits with her hand held out.

“You’ve got his babe,” she says confidently.

“You do,” Eddie adds.

The buzz of the machine makes you visibly tense and Eddie rests his hand on the back of your thigh.

“I need you to be a good girl for me and relax sweetheart,” he tells you when he leans down near your ear. “Can you do that?”

You make a small sound of agreement, holding back a whimper at his use of ‘good girl’ and decide that concentrating on his thighs is a good distraction. The first prick of the needle is painful but you start counting the rips in his jeans and the pain slowly eases into a mild discomfort.  

Heat radiates off his body and you soak it in, the smell of his shampoo lingering in the air every time he shifts and his curls bounce and sway.

After his third check in you ask him for a small break. He helps you to sit up, your arm curled around his neck and your body slightly shaky.

“You ok sweetheart?” he asks, pressing his fingers under your chin and lifting your eyes to his.

“Yea. Maybe just another sip of juice?”

“Of course,” he says, but keeps you in his arms. “Hey Robin, can you grab her glass for me?”

Robin gets it and starts to hand it to you but Eddie intercepts it and holds it to your lips.

“I can take a drink myself you know.”

Your words end on a giggle but you don’t stop him when he says “open up,” and gives you small sips.

“Better?” he asks.

“Much.”

He takes the glass away from your mouth and holds it out to Robin but never takes his eyes off your face, his gaze dropping to your lips. When he feels the weight of the glass disappear from his hand he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Just had a little spot of juice…”

His words are whispered and breathy as his head dips lower.

“Her tattoo isn’t finished you know!” Robin chirps from the other side of the table.

Eddie jerks his head away and shoots Robin a glare. You bury your face in Eddie’s neck and give him a squeeze.

“Alright then, let’s get this piece finished,” Eddie grumbles, still giving Robin a look.

Once you’re settled comfortably again he gets back to work, continuing to check in with you regularly.

“We’re almost done,” he says excitedly.

Robin squeals. “It looks insane!”

His fingers press against your skin, warm and strong and with a few more touches he’s finished.

“Are you ready to see it?”

His eyes are bright with anticipation as he helps you into a sitting position. You start to stand but he stops you.

“Slow down sweetheart, don’t stand just yet. I can get you the mirror to see.”

He positions you so you can see your shoulder in the reflection and your eyes go wide.

“Oh my god,” you gasp.

Eddie suddenly looks nervous, his palms sliding down his jeans and his shoulders tensing.

“Is that good?” he asks, his tone worried.

“Wow,” you say, turning your eyes to him with a huge smile.

“Another wow huh?” he grins, instantly relaxing.

“Eddie…it’s…it’s…wow.”

“That’s two!” Robin states, looking between you both.

“I’m so glad you like it sweetheart. Looks gorgeous on you.”

“Thank you, I really love it.”

You continue to stare at the piece of art tattooed on your shoulder and the longer you do, the happier Eddie gets.

“Can I stand up now?” you ask with a smirk.

“Sure,” he replies, taking your hand.

You stand on wobbly legs and fall into his arms. He catches you and cradles you against his chest, smoothing his hand along your back.

“I got you,” he whispers.

“I feel a little dizzy,” you explain.

“That’s totally normal. Why don’t we sit?”

He leads you over to the couch and sits, patting his leg.

“There’s plenty of room on the couch,” you tell him with mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Yea but his lap is better,” Robin interjects as she gives you a light shove.

You plop down into Eddie’s lap with a small oof and he wraps you in his arms, careful not to touch your tattoo.

“Better?” he asks with a smug smile.

“You’re very comfortable,” you say in response before glaring daggers up at Robin.

“What?” she asks incredulously. “You’re a dingus. I know that’s where you really want to be.”

Your mouth drops open and you huff out in frustration but regardless curl yourself into Eddie’s chest.

“How long should I sit?” you ask him.

“As long as you want,” he murmurs. “But I do have to go over a few things with you. After care and all that.”

He tilts his head, inching his face closer to yours.

“That’s my cue to leave, my work here is done! Bye dudes!” Robin sings with a triumphant grin and rushes out.

Neither you nor Eddie even notice.

“Uh huh,” you nod, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. “Like what?”

“Likeeee,” he drags out the word and pretends to think as his eyes wander over your features. “Don’t go swimming anytime soon and stay out of the sun.”

“Eddie. It’s January.”

“It is?” he asks, dropping his nose to your neck and inhaling softly with a satisfied hum.

You make a small whimper and your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Anything else?” you manage to ask, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.

“Hmm, you have to clean it 2-3 times a day and I can give you some ointment for it….and I have to clean it again and cover it before you leave.”

“I think I can manage that,” you tell him, biting your bottom lip when his nose runs the length of your neck and you feel his lips trail along your jaw.

“You did so well today,” he whispers, as he tilts his head and you feel his hands flex on your hips.

“I did?” you ask, your words nearly breathless as you squeeze your legs together.

A muscle in his jaw flexes and he smooths one hand up your arm until his long fingers cradle your cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he promises with the lightest brush of his lips, just a whisper, before he captures your mouth in a hungry kiss.

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