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Mistletoe Kisses

Poly!141 x GN reader

It's Christmas day and the boys are acting even weirder than usual. And coincidentally all the mistletoe you placed has been moved. Your in for an eventful day.

This is part 3 of this drabble part 2 is here. Sleepy - pre poly ask

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Warnings: Kissing, suggestive language, flirting, pining, stealing kisses, slight hint of BDSM. Sorry if I missed any

You wake up at 5:30am a little later than usual since it was everyone's day off. You dress in your gym gear, ready to get some cardio and weights in for the day. You'll have so many calories to burn after the Christmas dinner your going to have.

You walk into the gym to find it empty. No surprise there. It was Christmas who wanted to exercise on Christmas. Majority of people were probably in the common room opening and exchanging presents. Or calling their loved ones. Saying sweet words to spouses and children. You might do the same, give a few friends a call later on to wish them well.

You settle in your usual gym spot and begin your stretching routine. You only get about halfway through when you hear the gym door bang and clatter like it was being pushed and pulled with aggression. You watch through the glass door as Gaz and Soap fight each to get through first. You laugh at the absurdity as you call out to them.

“Didn't know the gym was in such high demand on Christmas day!”, you laugh at them, finally squeezing through together. What you failed to notice was that Price and Ghost had used the other entrance to sneak up behind you as you laughed. It was too late by the time you noticed.

“Not the gym luvie, just you”, you felt a shiver run down your spine as a hand snaked its way around your waist preventing you from escaping. You twist your body to find Ghost right behind you with his arm on your hips now. It's when you look up that you notice the mistletoe right above your workout place. The dots click in your head but not soon enough. You feel the kiss on your forehead before you can move away. The second kiss comes from Price on your cheek as you move away from the mistletoe a second later.

“You sneaky bastards”, you laugh with mirth. They finally caught you. You look up again at the mistletoe a few feet away as Gaz and Soap approach clearly vexed by the situation. Price gives them both a smug look as he goes about getting ready for his workout. Ghost was already on the weights.

“That's so unfair!”, Gaz exclaims.

“You think it's unfair, it was my idea to put the mistletoe there”, Soap grumbles as they all go to their respective places.

“You guys are so silly, all this effort for a kiss?”, you look at the high ceiling where the mistletoe was taped. It must have taken a while to figure out how to get up there. You shake your head as you get back to your work out. If you think this was a one time occurrence you were sorely mistaken.

You enter the mess hall to find it full and go over to your usual sitting place once you had gotten your plate of food waiting for the guys to show up after their showers. You watch them enter and Gaz immediately makes a beeline for you with Soap closely behind. Your confused until you look above your head to find a string and mistletoe hanging about a metre above. You quickly try to change seats but Gaz was right in front of you when you stood up. He gives you his best disarming full canine smile before placing a kiss on your nose and hauling you in his arms away from the mistletoe so Soap couldn't get a kiss. Causing him to curse in frustration.

“What's gotten into you all..”, you eye them suspiciously. “You guys have another bet going on don't you?.....you do, don't you?”, you give Soap a questioning look as he looks away sheepishly. Gaz puts you down not before snuggling into the side of your neck saying he'll be back in a sec. You watch them both leave to get in line for breakfast, not answering your question. You pick another seat away from the mistletoe as you watch Price and Ghost approach with their plates. You all eat normally as if the events of the morning hadn't happened. You really were going to let it all slide since you thought this was the end of it but that was far from the truth. You'd find that out soon later.

Though today was everyone's day off, you still preferred being organized. You did dip into the common room to wish everyone a Happy Christmas before going about doing little tasks. You spent the rest of the morning being preyed upon by your teammates. Whether you were going into the Price office to collect something or grabbing something from your locker you were always met with someone stealing kisses from you. You had gotten too comfortable with the placement of the mistletoe that you hadn't realised they had moved them. You've lost count with how many kisses they've stolen from you. Except for Soap that is. He was always interrupted in his early attempts with the others sabotaging his chances. And by then you had caught on to their little game and started surveying your surroundings. A cute little game of cat and mouse. The only fragment of peace you got was when you went into your room to call a few friends or went into the bathroom. But you couldn't hide there all day; you had things to do. Your friends laughed at your predicament and told you ridiculous theories they had about your teammates. You ended up laughing off their jokes. There's no way….right? Right? Why would they be interested in you?

You shake your head as you grab the festive apron you had just bought not long ago. It was mid day and Price had said he'll help you with the dinner prep. You still needed to make dessert as well so you scurried off to the kitchen while keeping an eye out for mistletoe. You arrived to find the kitchen empty. The dinner for the rest of the troops was going to be delivered by a restaurant this year around. But you wanted to do something special for your boys. You walk to the fridge while trying to put your apron on. As you're doing so, you feel warm calloused hands engulf your own taking the ties of your apron from you. You let go startled, feeling a very familiar beard brush up against the shell of your ear.

“Captain..?”, you let out breathlessly.

“Aren't you a pretty little thing working so hard to make your boys dinner.” His hot breath fans the side of your face causing goosebumps to raise on the skin of your neck as he ties your apron behind you with careful and precise movements. His touch leaving behind a burning trail of heat. Air gets stuck in your throat as you go to turn around. You're trapped between the counter and Price's toned body. His eyes look hungry and it doesn't seem like the hunger is for food. His blue orbs roam your body up and down as you stand there frozen. You watch his hand reach up above your head to open the cabinet behind you. As he does so your eyes look up to find mistletoe taped to the inside of the wood. Directly above your head. How convenient. You let out a laugh. You wondered why they were trying so hard to win this bet you knew nothing about.

You brace yourself for another kiss to the forehead or possibly a cheek or even your nose. But he has a mischievous glint in his eyes as his gaze dips down to your lips making your heart pound knocking against your ribcage. It felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at this rate. His eyes flicker to your eyes before dipping back down to your lips. He's never looked at you with so much want and desire before. You don't know where to run or hide but it felt like he was stripping you with his gaze alone. Ever so slowly you watch him lean down to bring his lips closer as if he wasn't sure if you'd allow his advances. When he doesn't get a rejection response from you his mouth comes closer as you stand there questioning every lingering touch and flirty joke you've been on the receiving end of.

Your eyes flutter shut as his nose brushes against yours. His warm minty breath fanning your face. You hold the air within your lungs awaiting the prickle of his beard and the soft touch of his tender lips….

“Oi!!”, your eyes fly open your head immediately turning to the door of the kitchen like you've been caught red handed. Even though it wasn't you that did anything.

You find Soap standing in the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“The rules were no kissing on the lips Captain”, Soap walks in clearly annoyed. As the captain grumbles something you take the chance to slip past Price to go towards the fridge again fanning your face.

OMG YOU WERE ABOUT TO LET YOUR CAPTAIN…YOUR CAPTAIN KISS YOU ON THE LIPS. There must be something seriously wrong with you. You don't engage with the bickering that was happening as you got the meat out to sear. Trying desperately to get that almost kiss out of your mind.

You don't get that luxury though as Ghost and Gaz walk in to find their captain and sergeant getting into a heated argument. Which ended with Johnny snitching on Price. Both Simon and Kyle started arguing too, saying ‘its against the rules’ and ‘its unfair to everyone else who's waiting’. You had no idea what they were going on about and you didn't have the mental capacity to try to figure it out. You just wanted to cook dinner in peace.

“Can you all please go argue somewhere else, I have dinner to make”, you raise your voice to get their attention. They all look down to floor or somewhere on the walls acting like they were schoolboys being scolded by a teacher.

“Sorry luv…didn't come all the way here to disturb you.” Simon is the first to move to take the ingredients off your hands as he sets them on the counter. He gets you settled on a stool beside the counter telling you to rest, that they'll take care of the dinner from here.

“What am I supposed to do then?” You watch as they put aside their feelings and get working together to prep whatever is needed for dinner.

“Just relax you've already done so much”, Gaz pats your head as he passes you by to gather something from the pantry.

“If ye really want tae do somethin’ ye can help me decorate these Christmas cookies”, Soap brings out a tray cookies from their hiding spot. You wonder when he made them considering how busy everyone was yesterday. He grabs a cookie decorating kit from a cupboard dropping the icing tubs on the large counter opposite to the stove where Simon is searing the roast. Soap gently grabs your stool pulling your weight with ease to his side.

The cookies are slightly burnt and lopsided but you could tell Soap had tried his best. You begin piping the icing on the odd shapes while sneakily eating bits that break off with Soap swatting at you from time to time. It was a nice atmosphere where everyone worked together. You catch your eyes drifting to your captain every time he brushes past you. Watching him roll up his sleeves had your mouth going dry. He definitely caught you ogling because he had a smug look on his face every time you two made eye contact. You could tell the others weren't happy about your reaction to Price after he had almost kissed you on the lips. By the looks of it. Price may be winning the bet they had created. Surprisingly no one tried sneaking a kiss from you again.

The next few hours go by without a hitch and by the evening the table was set and you all were enjoying dinner. You crack Christmas crackers between eachother. You laugh as Gaz grabs all the paper hats refusing to share any with Soap. You watch as he struggles to keep them all on his head while eating his dinner. And Price sneaking a few off when he wasn't looking. You didn't end up winning any of the little prizes but Ghost gifts you all the items he wins placing them in a pile beside your dinner plate. It was very lovely dinner. It had your heart feeling all warm and fuzzy. Like you had a family here away from home.

You could see Soap grumbling toward the end when everyone was having dessert. He still hadn't got a kiss from you yet and you could tell it was bothering him. So as you all make your way to Price's office to open presents and have a glass of some well deserved expensive alcohol you keep your eyes peeled for some mistletoe. For different reasons this time.

You spot one hidden in the corner of the hallway, not thinking you slow down your steps to match Soap as everyone walks ahead. He gives you a questioning look as you stop and so does he. You gently push him towards the corner. He's so confused you end up laughing at his odd expressions. He goes to open his mouth but before he could say anything you place the first kiss on his forehead, the next on his two cheeks, then his nose. By this point everyone else has turned to face you two. You place another kiss on his nose. As he gives you his broadest smile. You watch Soap fistbump the air, as you laugh at his reaction to you kissing him.

“One more for the win, please! One more for the win!”, he practically begs you. You think about it for a moment as you eye everyone else. You see the playful jealousy in their eyes. Gaz and Ghost make a run for it to get you away from the mistletoe to stop Soap from winning the bet between them.

“Don’t!”, Both Gaz and Ghost shout at you. But it's too late. Your lips are already grazing Soaps' jawline with a smile on your face.

“Fuck yeah!! That means I win the bet!”, Soap practically crushes you in a hug as he hauls you away from the mistletoe so neither Gaz or Ghost could steal a final kiss from you. He places you beside the captain as he runs away from Gaz and Ghost who are chasing him to the office.

Your laughter is cut short as you feel very familiar lips on your ear.

“Such a naughty sergeant, you'll be punished for taking my win away from me”, you gasp as Price growls low in your ear. You don't get much time to think because as quick as he came he also left you standing there as he followed the boys.

Every nerve endings was set alight as you entered the office to find things relatively calm. Apart from Soap brandishing a very triumphant look and boasting about his win.

Your eyes meet Prices, he has such a devilish smirk on his face. Like he's about to pounce on you any second now. He probably would have if he wasn't interrupted in the kitchen. You turn away immediately not being able to hold his heated gaze. Preferring to look at the decorated office instead. Price sat on his plush chair as everyone else found a place to settle in his office. You decide to walk over to where Gaz is seated to squeeze in beside him. He places an arm around you immediately bringing you closer to his side complaining as to why you had to go make Soap win. Ghost goes around handing everyone their respective gifts. Before settling beside Soap.

You watch everyone open their gifts with excitement. There were thank you and kisses exchanged between them. You're a little more aware than usual. A little more alert after Price's last comment. You still couldn't get that almost kiss out of your head. You watch as they hug and kiss each. It didn't seem so friendly to you anymore. It didn't seem like friends having a laugh. They were like kisses exchanged between lovers. You watch them more closely as everything clicks into place.

They were…. together…like… all four of them. They were in a relationship. But now that had you questioning every encounter with the four men. On when and how they would flirt with you. How their hands always found themselves on your body somehow. How they would find any excuse to get rid of people hitting on you. Were they flirty like that with everyone? No…you knew they weren't. So why you?

Your brought out of you deep thoughts as Gaz crushes you with a embrace so tight you think he might be trying to crack your bones but he lets go just as quickly to get up and remove his shirt. You look at him shocked only to realise he was putting on the jumper you had made him. You cringe at your awful knitting but Gaz doesn't seem to notice at all. Showing it off to everyone in the room that you had gifted him a handmade jumper. You glance around the room to see slight jealousy at the handmade gift but that's quickly replaced by thank you as they open their own presents. Soap particularly happy with his Scottish flag scotch glass.

You don't realise until everyone is looking at you that you haven't open the nicely wrapped box sitting in your lap. You make eye contact with Price to find his eyes to have softened compared to before. You work your hand on the wrapping paper making sure to open it with care. The small black leather box sits in your palm. You glance at them one last time before opening the box to find a ring…well not a ring exactly…it was on a necklace so a pendant. You smile thanking them for their gift as you remove the chain from the box…

Price gives Soap a knowing look. As Gaz hugs Ghost's shoulders from behind his chair. You're about to put the necklace on but Soaps hand stops you midway placing the necklace back in its box. You look at him confused before silently asking for an explanation for his actions as he kneels before you.

“Since ah won the bet, the honour was given tae me tae ask ye this question. Would...ye consider…being ours?”, he looks at you with so much adoration.

“Being yours…?”, you look at all of them and they all held the same look in their eyes. “But you have each other…you don't need…you shouldn't..want…me”, you watch his face fall slightly at your words before recovering.

“But I do…we all do…we can't help thinking about ye when ye're away. Can't help getting jealous when someone flirts with ye. Can't help want tae be close tae ye all the time…We can take things slow…”, he looks at you for your reaction. But you're deep in thought fidgeting with the ring on the chain.

“It doesn't have tae be all at once. Ye can get used tae the idea”, he looks at you hopefully as you glance at everyone else. Your eyes lock on Price who also looks at you longingly.

“So I'll be…dating? All of you?”, you watch them all nod in eagerness. “And you're all dating each other too..??”, they all nod again confirming their relationship status. You watch them hold their breaths as you decide on your answer.

“That explains all the touchiness”, you laugh as you play with the ring on the chain. On closer inspection you see engravings on the inner band. You bring it closer to your eyes to see the initials of the four men neatly engraved on the inside. It made your heart melt. They seemed serious in wanting to be with you. It explains all the flirting and tender touches. Soap watches you carefully, still kneeling at your feet waiting for an answer.

“It's a bit overwhelming….to be with four men... all at once…but I-I....really like you all…I'd like to see..where this goes…”, you feel heat rise to your neck and cheeks when the words leave your mouth.

Not a second later Soap has you in his arms peppering your lips and face in small kisses and thank yous. Gaz and Ghost come up to you immediately as well taking the chance to hold you close to their chests. You return their warm embraces with eagerness of your own. Ghost helps you place the necklace around your neck as they all take chances to kiss you gently trying their best not to overwhelm you as you laugh from joy.

Price stays in his chair watching everything unfold. He has adoration written all over his face but there's also the underlying lust and desire you felt in the kitchen and then again in the hallway.

“Well now that's settled…come here love. Over my knee…A naughty sergeant like you needs to be punished for taking sides.”

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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL | SEBASTIAN V. & LEWIS H.

pairings: lewis hamilton x fem!reader / sebastian vettel x fem!reader (with a lovely cameo from Markus Webber)

warnings: swearing. implied infidelity.

time stamp: june 21, 2021

author's note: this is an INTRODUCTORY chapter so certain things won't make sense now, but they will make sense later, luvies !! anyway- im so excited about this revamp and i hope old gentle hit readers will like it as well <3

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''I don't know what you're doing out here, there aren't any courts around.''

Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me.

Y/N glanced up from her phone, being met with the smiling face of Sebastian- a sight she had been able to ignore the ongoing weekend.

''The courts don't need me today.'' Her words came out more passive aggressive than she had meant to, but the German driver's sudden appearance caught her off guard. ''Don't you think I should be asking you what you're doing here? I'm afraid you're in the wrong garage.'' She plastered a fake smile on her face, something Sebastian noticed in an instant.

''Yeah, I, uh, wanted to talk to Lewis.'' He explained, leaning his arm on the wall.

The Frenchwoman looked to where her partner was standing, deep in conversation with Bono and Angela. ''He's a little busy right now.''

''It seems so,'' he didn't glance over Lewis, his eyes staying on her, ''it's been a while since I've seen you.'' Sebastian stated, resting his head against his arm.

Y/N nodded. ''Yeah, that's true. My schedule hasn't been working out too well with all the races this year.'' Her tennis tournaments and Lewis' races had been coinciding rather too much in her opinion. She felt guilty that she couldn't be there to support her boyfriend as much as he had been there for her.

''That's too bad, but you've been doing really well this year.'' He told her, unconsciously admitting that he had been keeping tabs on her season.

The tennis player raised her eyebrow, a little surprised at the unexpected compliment. ''Well, I appreciate that,'' she thanked him, ''although, I hope you're not stalking me.'' Despite the sarcastic tone in her voice, there was a truth to her words.

''I've always been a fan, you know that.'' The Aston Martin driver retorted.

Y/N let out a sigh. ''You're not here to see Lewis, are you, Sebastian?'' He got goosebumps as his name left her lips, lots of time had passed since the last time that happened.

''The word was going around that you were here, wanted to see it with my own eyes.'' Sebastian revealed his real reason for his appearance at the Mercedes garage.

The woman in front of him had an unimpressed look on her face. ''That's the kinda gossip everyone discusses here? It really gets more boring with each year that goes by.'' If her attendance was the biggest topic of the day, she didn't have very high hopes for the other ''gossips'' that went around the paddock.

''I mean- you've always been the talk of the town here, haven't you?'' The comment made her cringe, a hard time controlling her facial expressions. ''And normally you make these grand entrances so people weren't too sure whether you were actually here or not.''

''I'm here for Lewis.'' Y/N stated, a bigger meaning behind her words than seemed on the surface.

Sebastian let out a weird mix between a scoff and a chuckle, momentarily glimpsing at the ground. ''I don't doubt that you're here for Lewis, Y/N.''

He lied, he did doubt it. Many events had transpired between the pair for him to doubt her intentions and support for his longtime rival and eventually turned friend. Or in other words, Sebastian was convinced he had every right to raise his suspicions over Y/N and Lewis' relationship.

''Can we not do this now?'' She didn't have the energy or interest to engage in a conversation with Sebastian about the obvious elephant in the room.

The German had an answer ready, but was interrupted by a curious Brit approaching them. ''Hey, Seb! How are you, man?'' Lewis greeted him, holding out his fist.

Sebastian quickly dropped the agitated expression on his face, wearing a soft smile instead. ''I'm good, and you?''

''Yeah, I'm good- feeling ready for today.'' Lewis was blissfully unaware of the tension in the air, happily grinning while putting an arm around his girlfriend's waist. ''Good conditions, I think it's going to be a nice race.''

''I think so too, looked really good out there.'' The younger man confirmed his words, glancing in-between the couple.

Lewis nodded to what he was saying. ''Where are you starting again?'' The Mercedes driver asked, forgetting where his friend had ended up in qualifying.

''Oh, P12.'' Sebastian quickly answered.

''Well, I know you're gonna do great, man.'' Lewis had felt bad for the man, going from a top team to one that could barely make it into Q2. However, he knew Seb and that he would extract everything he could from his car.

An appreciative smile appeared on the driver's face. ''Thank you, Lewis.''

''So, uh, what were you guys talking about?''

How his ''friend'' is here to see me and not you.

A small panic flashed through Sebastian's eyes as he looked at Y/N who seemed more calm about her boyfriend's curiosity. ''Apparently, my attendance today has been the talk of the paddock so far.'' She chuckled, her eyes on Lewis.

The 7x World Champion giggled at her answer, squeezing her hip. ''Really? That sounds like my girl.''

Sebastian observed the way they were wrapped up in each other, an ugly feeling resting in his stomach. He hated how natural it looked for them, how easy it was for them to show affection. Above all, Sebastian secretly despised the way she had her eyes set on her partner. She looked enthralled by Lewis as if he was the only person in the world at that moment.

He despised it, because that is how the woman's eyes used to stare at him.

The best word to describe Sebastian and Y/N's history was complicated, and even that term didn't do their relationship justice.

They first met in 2008 at the Italian Grand Prix where Sebastian took his first ever Formula 1 race win. She had been invited by his French teammate to the Toro Rosso garage, ultimately bumping into the 21 year-old German.

It didn't take them too long to become close friends; they share a birth year, both are incredibly passionate about their sport and the two of them have a special talent in pushing other people's buttons in a charming way.

It almost seemed like a cheesy rom com where the two protagonists meet and despite their different careers, they fall in love and live happily ever after.

However, there is a huge emphasis on the word 'almost', because in a traditional rom com the male protagonist doesn't have a long term girlfriend who he swore he was going to marry someday. In an ideal world, that's where their story should have ended.

But this isn't an ideal world.

''He's here for you,'' she pointed from Sebastian to Lewis, ''so I'll leave you two.'' Sebastian wanted to protest, suggesting to leave himself, but she was already making her way to Tiffany who was standing on the opposite side of the garage.

Sebastian's eyes followed her steps, swiftly turning his head once Lewis started speaking. ''What's up, man?''

''Nothing, I just, uh, wanted to, uh,'' the German figured he should have come up with at least a probable excuse to talk to Lewis before coming to the Mercedes camp, ''there's, uh, this new project I'm working on and I would love to talk to you about it, but maybe we can do it another time, I think we, uh, have to get ready.'' He rambled on, simply wanting to go back to his own team.

''Yeah, that's alright. I can't wait to hear what you've been developing!'' The Brit knew that whatever his friend had been planning, would be a great success and he felt touched that Seb wanted to share his ideas with him.

Sebastian put up a happy facade to hide his discomfort, ''Thanks,'' guilt crept up on him at the sight of Lewis' genuine excitement over the mere talk about something he had been working on, ''I have to go now, but I'll see you out on track.''

They shared a small hug, patting each other on the back. ''Yeah, good luck, man.'' They bid each other goodbye, each resuming their own pre-race routine.

Y/N has subtly observed the conversation between the two world champions, trying hard not to show her satisfaction at the visible nerves on Sebastian's face and the awkwardness in his behaviour.

''By the way, I really like your outfit today. It looks great on you.'' Tiffany complimented her, shifting the athlete's focus from Lewis to the Australian cyclist. ''Thank you, I absolutely love your dress! Black really suits you.'' Y/N returned the favour, scanning the woman's dress.

''Thank you so much, I wasn't too sure about-''

''Sorry, Tiff! Can I borrow her for a second?'' Lewis interrupted her, his arms instinctively finding their way around her.

Tiffany pretended to be offended, but excused them. ''I'll go find my own man.'' She winked, walking over to where Valtteri was getting ready for the race.

''Seb said that he wanted to talk about some project he had been working on, and I was thinking that maybe we could go and have drinks with him later tonight? Maybe invite Val and Tiffany as well? I don't know, what do you think?''

Y/N took in his words, pretending to deeply think about it while already knowing she would not let that happen. ''A project? Did he say what it is about?'' She asked him, attempting to stretch the time she had to think about how she could politely tell Lewis she did not want to get drinks with the Aston Martin driver.

''He didn't tell me, he said he would tell me after the race.'' Her partner answered, a slight pout on his face.

Probably something about his bees.

The younger woman nodded, a bit confused on why Sebastian wouldn't just tell Lewis. ''That's, uh, too bad.'' She noted.

''So what do you think? You think it's a good idea?'' Lewis asked once again, looking her in the eyes, wanting her validation that it was a great suggestion.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. ''Yeah, it's been a while since we've done something with Val and Tiff alone.'' She realised she had to consider Lewis' feelings and if he wanted to get drinks with his friend, he should be able to, even if she didn't like it.

''I'll suggest it to him when we're done here today,'' he pulled her closer, kissing her temple, ''I have to get ready now. I love you, darling.'' A peck on the lips and Lewis approached Angela who was keeping hold of his gear.

The race itself wasn't that eventful beside a podium for Lewis. She proudly watched him with the rest of the Mercedes team as he stood on the second top step, sending him a wink and a flying kiss.

Afterwards, they met up with each other in his driver's room. ''Mon chéri!'' Y/N embraced him, a strong hold on him. ''I know it's not the result you were hoping for, but I'm proud of you either way.'' She cupped his cheeks, hating the disappointment in his eyes.

''Thank you, love.'' Lewis gave her a quick peck, knowing she isn't a fan of his sweaty form after his races. ''I still have the debrief with the team, but after that we can go and have those drinks.''

''Have you, uh, invited them yet?'' She referred to Sebastian, Valtteri and Tiffany.

He shook his head. ''No, but I'm gonna ask Val now and I'll ask Seb afterwards.''

''That's great.'' She said through gritted teeth. Y/N had a small hope that Lewis had been able to ask Sebastian already, and that the German had cancelled or had come up with a believable excuse as to not having to go.

Lewis pointed to his changing area. ''I'm gonna get out of this and then I'm on my way, darling.'' His champagne covered racing suit started to give him claustrophobia.

''Okay,'' she smiled at him, ''you know what? I'm going to take a little walk around the paddock, cause I saw Mark earlier and I didn't have the chance to say hi.'' Y/N used to be a Red Bull athlete for almost ten years, making her an old regular of the Red Bull Racing garage. That's also the place where she became great friends with the Australian driver.

''That's lovely, I'll text you as soon as I'm done, alright?'' Lewis grinned, delighted to hear she wasn't just going to sit and wait around for him. ''Say hi to Mark from me, darling.'' He winked before disappearing and changing into his Mercedes team wear.

Y/N swiftly freshened herself up, Lewis and his champagne-smelling sweat still lingering on her body. She grabbed her vintage handbag and was out of the hospitality.

She definitely underestimated how hard it would be to find Mark Webber in a Formula One paddock. Normally, he was quite easy to find or maybe he was always at the right places at the right time.

The Frenchwoman grabbed her phone from her bag and searched for the Australian's contact, not planning to look like an idiot while searching for him.

He didn't make her wait for too long, picking up the call after two rings. ''Hello, you cunt.'' Mark warmly greeted, a teasing tone present in his voice.

''Where the fuck are you? I've been trying to find you for like the past 10 minutes, did you turn into a ghost or something?''

''Oh, you would love for me to haunt you, don't you, Y/N?'' She could hear the smirk on his face.

Y/N almost snorted at his answer. She would have given him a witty comeback if it wasn't for the German man suddenly blocking her way. ''Uh, Markus, I'll call you right back.''

''Why?''

''There's a hazard in front of me and I don't know how long it's gonna take before it's fixed.'' She answered with an attitude, looking Sebastian right in the eye.

The ''hazard'' let out a scoff, her straightforwardness seemed to have grown even more over the years. However, he was impressed by the accuracy of his new nickname.

Mark chuckled on the other side. ''Alright- well, I'm by the paddock club with David so I'll wait here for you, mate.'' He said his goodbye, seemingly understanding that she was being held up by someone she wasn’t a huge fan of.

Y/N hung up the phone, placing it in her bag again. She wanted nothing more than to cross her arms and roll her eyes at the man in front of her, but they were in public and she was painfully aware of the eyes on them.

''I'm only smiling, cause that guy over there has his camera on us and I don't want to go through that again.'' The athlete warned Sebastian, not wanting him to think she was genuinely glad to see him.

The urge to roll his own eyes had never been bigger. ''I'm really happy to see you too, Miss Y/L.''

''I really don't have time for this,'' she sighed, ''what can I tell you that's going to make you leave me alone?'' Her bluntness didn't surprise him, she had never been the one to beat around the bush.

''I just saw you walking by and thought I might join you, you looked a bit lonely.'' He explained himself, his eyes focusing on hers.

She momentarily frowned, quickly fixing her micro-expressions. ''We both know that's not a good idea, Sebastian.'' His name rolled off her lips with ease.

''Why's that?'' He played dumb, he was aware why it wasn't a good idea.

''You really want to go that route?'' She sarcastically chuckled, a taunting smile on her face. ''Okay. Because us talking to each other like this will bring everything up again and I don't want to open those old wounds again, and I don't think you want that either.'' Y/N spoke calmly, but there was a fire behind her words.

The driver scratched his voice. ''Y/N, people are much more interested in your relationship with Lewis than they are in anything that has to do with me.'' A lot of time had passed, and Sebastian wanted to be able to talk to his old ''friend'' without being scared of what other people thought of it.

She was disappointed by his response. ''You really don't get it, do you?'' The athlete shook her head. ''Like I said earlier, I don't have time for this. Now, if you will excuse me- I have somewhere to be.''

Y/N moved past him, remembered something. ''Oh, and if Lewis asks you to get drinks with us, you say no. Have a nice evening, Vettel.''

Just as in the Mercedes garage, Sebastian watched her leave- not minding that he looked like a lost puppy whose owner left them alone at home.

''Too bad that Seb couldn't go.'' Lewis said, his eyes on the road and his right hand on her thigh.

Y/N nodded to his words. ''Yeah… did he, uh, explain what his project was?'' She too had been curious about what the German had been working on.

''Yeah, yeah! He's, uh, gonna do this t-shirt project to spread awareness about certain topics. For example, LGBTQ+, women in motorsport and all that stuff.'' Lewis summarised, echoing what his friend had explained to him.

His girlfriend continued her nodding along. ''That's very interesting.''

''I know. I love how Seb is coming out of his shell these days- like since last year, he's been really stepping up and taking a stance against injustices. He would have never done this 10-12 years ago when he was with Red Bull.'' The Mercedes driver had always admired Sebastian, but ever since he took the knee with him the previous year in regards to the Black Lives Matter movement, Lewis had found a new level of appreciation for his rival.

''That's really great, Lu. You seem very happy about it.'' No matter how complicated her and Sebastian's relationship was, she was relieved her partner had someone to stand beside him in the matters that he cared about.

Lewis smiled at her words. ''I really am, darling.''

Upon seeing the genuine thankfulness on his face, guilt spread through her body. Y/N had never explained the true nature of her history with Sebastian to her significant other. Of course there were rumours about it back in the day that Lewis was aware of, but to him they seemed obviously overdramatised.

She was keen on keeping everything that happened between her and Sebastian in his Red Bull days, in the past- Lewis didn't need to know about it. That was about the only thing both her and the German could agree on at the moment.

The vibration of her phone barged in on her clouded mind.

| UNKNOWN NUMBER I didn't mean to be insensitive earlier, I'm sorry. Good luck at Wimbledon, I know you'll do well! Love from Sebastian.

Y/N had blocked and deleted his phone number years ago, but the 4x World Champion always appeared to always find a way back to her.

''You're good over there?'' Lewis noticed her instant silence, quite uncharacteristic for her.

Her head shot towards him. ''Yeah, sorry- something about Wimbledon.'' She mumbled, unsure of what to tell him.

''Make sure you're there until the second week so I can come and see you play.'' He smirked, taking a glance at her reaction.

She rolled her eyes at him, making him giggle. ''Great, now I actually have motivation to make it to the second week, not the fact that I have a title to defend.'' Y/N sarcastically thanked him.

The tennis player had won the tournament three years in a row now, the 2020 edition being cancelled due to the covid pandemic. There was a lot of pressure on her to win the championship again, being one of the top players.

''I know you're gonna win.'' Lewis stated, matter-of-factly.

Y/N sighed. ''Don't say that, you know unpredictable these tournaments are, especially on grass.'' She appreciated her partner's confidence in her, but her own over-confidence had bitten her in the ass a few times in the past.

''I'm sorry, darling. You know you're my number one, you're always the winner to me.'' He squeezed her thigh, caressing it right after.

The side of her head rested against her chair, an appreciative look in her eyes. ''Merci, mon cher.'' She gave him a slow wink, one that her boyfriend imitated. ''You're welcome, love.''

''It doesn't happen that often that I replace Serena as number one, you know? So I'm gonna enjoy this moment.'' She teased, resulting in a pinch to her side from Lewis.

''Don't you dare tell her, she'll kill me.''

''I'm definitely telling her.''

''Yeah, I know.''

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luvrhyune · 2 years

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skz as kissing tropes/types of kisses they give 🙏

-; ✧˖*°࿐ KISSING TROPES . SKZ .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; your skz bias as kissing tropes !!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; ot8 x reader !!

— warnings ; KISSING, fluff, idk man its kissing ??

— notes ; here u go gf <33

— notes ; thank u cielle for helping me with this luvie !!

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— CHANNIE & KISSES EVERYWHERE !!

chan most definitely kisses you anywhere, any chance he can get.

hands, cheeks, forehead, temples. he will kiss you anywhere.

it’s mainly just a way for him to tell you he loves you when he doesn’t know how to express it.

— MINNIE & FOREHEAD KISSES !!

now this might sound bizarre, but i literally cannot imagine minho kissing someone anywhere other than their forehead.

it’s just so him? being able to hold his partner close and place a kiss on their head. it’s very discreet but so very loving?

you’re both in a very intimate moment, just holding each other. your foreheads a pressed together and you’re looking into each others eyes, and he pulls away to press a kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on the top of your head.

— BINNIE & LIP KISSES !!

CIELLE ( @starseungs ) SAID THIS AND I COULDN’T AGREE MORE.

binnie is a certified lip kisser. certified lips man.

his favourite thing is to kiss you / make out with you and watch you try and follow his lips when he pulls away.

he can’t get enough of your lips seriously, especially if you’re wearing a flavoured lip gloss / balm / chapstick because he won’t stop kissing you.

— JINNIE & HAND KISSES !!

don’t ask me why i think he likes hands… i just do.

i just think that because he uses his hands so much he’s taken the time to appreciate them i guess??

and it’s just so easy for him to show you his affection.

you guys are holding hands? he’ll lift them up and press a kiss on the back of your hand. your hand is resting on his cheek? he’s kissing your palm. your thumb is brushing over his lips? best beLIEVE you’re getting a kiss there.

— HANNIE & HEAD / NECK KISSES !!

i don’t have to explain the neck one. we all know he’s THAT type of bf.

it’s just so easy for him to wrap his arms around your middle and pepper kisses across your neck and the back of your head.

and i think for the times hes just feeling lazy, and whats to laze around with you he’ll press absent minded kisses to the top of your head.

— YONGBOKKIE & KISSES EVERYWHERE !!

come on,, felix is so clingy & touchy and no doubt kisses will come with that.

even if it’s just a small peck, that man whats to kiss you everywhere.

his kisses are like,, a buy one, get one free thing honestly because you get an ‘i love you’ and a kiss to go with it.

— SEUNGIE & TEASING / NECK KISSES !!

THIS MAN IS A MENACE.

he’ll beg (he hates begging) for a kiss, go in for the kiss and then turn away at the last minute. and then make YOU beg for kisses.

he also really likes kissing your neck, JUST TO BE A MENACE.

he’ll kiss along your neck, get you all relaxed AND THEN BITE YOU ISTG.

— INNIE & GIGGLE KISSES !!

i didn’t know what these were until today 🫥

but our lovely i.n is a happy kisser.

he’ll kiss you and smile in between the kisses or laugh in between them.

you’ll never know if it’s because hes so happy to kiss you or if he’s thinking abt something stupid his members did but he will smile and laugh in between kisses.

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miracledarling · 1 year

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the key to manifesting

luvie, if you're tired of "trying to manifest", read this.

i get it, sometimes it's tiring 🥺

so if you're looking for the the ultimate key to manifesting, and the only thing you are missing when it comes to manifesting. or the reason why your desires aren't here yet, this is the solution 💗

the ULTIMATE secret to manifesting is...🔑

ok so heres what you need to do SIKE haha you really thought i was going to give you the secret key to manifesting? you actually thought there was a secret about manifesting that you didn't know about?

guess what, there is not secret. there is no "key" to manifesting that i can tell you. you already know everything you need to know to manifest. you know enough. i have no secrets to spill.

warning: going to be a little mean here, no sugarcoating.

[ tip: click the links🤍]

the only "key" to manifesting is YOU. nothing else

YOU decide what is the key to manifesting. YOU decide it all. YOU are the creator of the reality. but why do you need a secret technique to manifest when creation is already finished and YOU are the only one who can do it.

maybe some people assume it's the feeling that's the secret. some people assume it's their belief. some assume it's the self concept. some assume it's the repetition. some assume its just deciding

similarly, some assume the states manifest, some assume its your dominant thought that manifests

but ONLY YOU can decide it for yourself. ONLY YOU can decide it's yours. ONLY YOU can turn your desires into the reality. there's no right or wrong except what you assume

THERE IS NO SECRET.

if u genuinely came to this post to look for a "secret method," a "fail proof technique," or that i was going to say "do this and your desire will finally come" well sorry. there is none i can give you. there is only what you assume. what you assume to be true.

stop looking for that secret key to unlock the door. it's not gonna happen honey. NOT UNLESS YOU CHANGE YOUR MINDSET.

YOU ALREADY HAVE THE KEY. USE IT 🔐

you probably don't want to hear this again, but it's most likely the truth. you already know how to manifest. you know exactly what to do. you know enough. what are you even looking for at this point? why do you need to know more? why over consume? why question if you're doing it right? why not JUST DO IT?

also some of you don't realize it but it's obvious some of you aren't at all confident in yourself and it SHOWS. like why check the 3d and then waver? you validate yourself. why are you BEGGING for tarot reading every day? aren't YOU the one deciding. i see people getting desperate for just a tarot reading. the same thing as checking the 3d btw, bc you're literally giving the power away.

if you're someone who has failed in the past, trust me, i know how it feels. it's happened in the past. but don't let that affect you anymore. let it be and move on. stop beating yourself up for "failure" because failure is the only thing impossible to us limitless beings. stop accepting failure. stop accepting what you don't want. move on from the old story, it's non existent anymore.

basically slam the door on your doubts, old story, anything other than what you want. never settle for less, and never question it because it's already done in the 4d, so why question.

another thing is, i always wonder why do people spend so much money on coaching or people to manifest for them when all this info is available for FREE.

there's a reason we bloggers have masterlists. we provide this information for free so you can APPLY it.

and stop trying so hard. it should never take much effort, not even lifting a finger. it's easy. make it easy and fun for yourself, stop stressing out about something that you can do instantly. applying doesn't mean you gotta neglect yourself. stop trying to pause your life just to avoid 3d. take care of urself. also take care of your mental health too.

bc you can literally do it all urself. you can manifest it all this very second.

oh and for some of you relying on bloggers and thinking we should be manifesting for you. bitch stop asking bloggers to manifest for you if you have a shitty mindset. and then go complain that it didn't work. you're literally reaffirming that it didn't work which keeps the assumption and you'd be trapped in that cycle.

for those who are constantly going on every social media platform, every neville book, every youtube video, every blog post. STOP RIGHT HERE. you're never going to find a "secret method" that will manifest all your desires once in for all if you don't APPLY.

be for real, are you applying? are you persisting? or are you constantly being confused and going back and forth, overconsuming, and not applying?? i don't care if one blogger says states manifest and another says affirm and persist. take what resonates and leave what doesn't. don't even listen to everyone on the internet, or even youtubers, even neville.

everyone has their own set of assumptions. if someone says "robotic affirmations doesn't work," but you want to do it, go ahead. if someone says you have to "experience time lag(which is bs)" but you don't want to, then ignore. ITS UR ASSUMPTIONS. WHAT YOU ASSUME TO BE TRUE IS TRUE. if you assume doing one method works, even if some other people say otherwise, it will still work for you. but seriously, apply the law.

no like aren't you glad you even know about the law? you literally have the power to experience whatever you want and yet you're scrolling through tumblr trying to find a secret method? seriously? you can literally change EVERYTHING this very SECOND. you could be applying and persisting all that knowledge you already know and manifest everything you wanted already.

so start applying, and stop looking around. you know enough, you know exactly what to do, do it now 💙

#loa #law of assumption #loassumption #manifesting #manifesation #self concept #neville goddard #affirmations #void state #loa affirmations #loa blog #10k affirmations #affirm and persist #affirmdaily #manifesting tips #law of attraction #sammy ingram #loablr

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lewisvinga · 1 year

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confessions | neymar jr x fem! reader !

requested; yes !

request; Neymar and reader are close but aren’t dating bc they’re hesitating getting together and end up together

note; requests r closed rn luvies<3

warning; like 1 curse word

masterlist !

If anybody who wasn’t closed to you was asked, they’d all assume you and Neymar were dating. To the outside world and the public, your friendship seemed like anything but platonic.

You and Neymar have been best friends for as long as you could remember. You were attached at the hip and were always there for each other. Many were surprised why you haven’t started dating. Neymar seemed like he was in love with you and you seemed like you were in love with him, which was true.

Neymar was in love with you. He’d do anything for you, but he was scared of messing up your relationship by asking you out. To him, you only liked him as a friend.

You were in the same boat at him. Your friends constantly tell you that he felt the same about you. He always looked at you so full of love, that it was no denying that he was in love. Your friends kept telling you to just confess to him but you refused. You were too scared to risk your friendship.

It wasn’t until a late night out when Neymar finally had the courage ( with the help of a couple of shots ) to tell you his true feelings.

You were cleaning up the kitchen when you hear a couple of knocks from your door. It was pouring rain so you were confused on who was there. You open the door and let out a gasp when you see the familiar curly head.

“Ney? What the hell are you doing here?” You ask as you quickly usher him in. He had a rain coat on so luckily he wasn’t wet. He was cold though so you drag him to your living room and wrap a blanket around him.

“What’s wrong? Ney?” You ask again, becoming worried at his sudden silence.

“Y/n- I- I’m just-“

Your eyebrows furrowed up at his stuttering. You were filled with concern as you scoot closer to him, grabbing his hand. “Hey, it’s fine. You don’t have to tell-“

Before you could finish, Neymar interrupted you, “I’m in love with you, y/n! In love!” He exclaims as he immediately stands up and begins pacing back and forth. “Ever since I’ve met you. I’ve been in love with you for so long. And-And I’ve been scared to tell you because I don’t want to risk our friendship. But y/n, I can’t keep it in anymore.” He takes a deep breath as he looks over at you.

You were in shock, trying to process everything that he had said. You couldn’t believe that the man you’ve been in love with, is also in love with you. However, he took your silence as a negative thing. “I’m gonna go. I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

Before he could even take a step away, you grab his hand and stand up to be on his level. Without thinking, you cup his face and you leave a loving kiss on his plump lips. He immediately holds onto your waist and holds you close.

You finally pull away, leaving both of you out of breath. “Fuck, Ney, I’m in love with you too.” You whisper, gently caressing his cheek as you look into his eyes.

“Then be mine, y/n.” Neymar whispers back. He leans down to gently kiss your forehead. “I don’t know how long I can survive without you being mine.”

“I’ll be yours, Neymar. Always.”

#football imagines #football scenarios #footballer x reader #neymar x reader #football one shot #neymar x you #neymar one shot #neymar scenarios #neymar headcanon #neymar jr x reader #neymar imagines #neymar jr imagine

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goldennikko · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

hi, hi! nikko here! this is where you can see all of my works. i hope you like my stuff here. enjoy reading! 💜

【 ⚠ 】 trigger warning 【 ✰ 】 my favorite fic 【 — 】 series

【 ⚀ 】 home 【 ⚂ 】 anons 【 ⚃ 】 tags

LE SSERAFIM —

» kim chaewon «

→ my number

→ you 【 ✰ 】

» miyawaki sakura «

→ midnight realizations

» huh yunjin «

→ tired

→ soulmate phenomenon 【 pt. 1 】【 pt. 2 】【 ✰ 】

→ a slytherin, huh?

→ tv 【 ⚠ 】

→ 18 【 ✰ 】

→ moon flower 【 ft. nakamura kazuha 】【 ⚠ 】

→ i luvie you

» nakamura kazuha «

→ moon flower 【 ft. huh yunjin 】【 ⚠ 】

» ot5 «

→ beloved unnie

→ no boys

→ injury and cuddles

→ heavenly 【 — 】

(G)I-DLE —

» cho miyeon «

→ for me, for you

» nicha yontararak «

→ lead me

» yeh shuhua «

→ what a (cute) pain

AESPA —

» yu jimin «

→ i'm sorry 【 pt. 1 】【 pt. 2 】【 ✰ 】

BLACKPINK —

» jennie kim «

→ again and again

TWICE —

» park jihyo «

→ be mine

LOONA —

» son hyeju «

→ soft spot

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burbur-49 · 4 months

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Scarred Love - Chapter Seven: Sun And Moon

a/n: finally got some motivation and finished it, enjoy <3

Word count: 1,516

Cw: Ghoap x f!reader, soulmates, talk about scars, tiny mention if kidnapping[in a joking way] (Tell me if I missed any)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8~ Masterlist

Soulmates. You have them. They’re yours. All yours. How is this real? The happiness flowing throughout your body has made you energetic. The boys have taken you to a café to celebrate. Your entire body is still except for your mind and your leg that won't stop bouncing with adrenaline. You still can’t believe it’s real.

Johnny must be able to feel how the adrenaline is pulsing throughout your body with the way his hand is placed on your knee. You can tell he’s feeling the same way by the giddy smile on his face. Simon gets up to get your drinks once they’re ready, and when he’s back, he places your latte in front of you and Johnny’s mocha frappé in front of the two of you.

“I don’t think the two of you need any more serotonin in your systems.” He says with a huff as he places his own drink down; Earl Grey tea.

“We’re jus’ happy, ye’ big oaf.” You laugh at Johnny’s words.

The three of you spend a bit talking about small, mundane things before the topic of family is brought up. Oh no, you forgot that you had to meet their families… And they have to meet yours. Your family isn’t a big fan of them. All your family knows (thinks) is that your soulmate(s) didn’t give two shits about you and caused you a bunch of pain. That’s half true, they didn’t care about you because they didn’t know you were hurting with them, they didn’t know you existed.

You can see it now; your mother red in the face, on verge of tears, a mix of joy and a mix of resentment, your father sitting on the couch acting like they don’t exist, keeping himself from yelling at them, your older sister looking at them with a look of jealousy and trying to figure out a way to steal them from you even though her soulmate is right next to her, the poor girl is so sweet, your younger brother wondering if the same will happen to him, but with two women, for the rest of the family; you can only imagine.

“Lass? Lass?” You’re pulled out of your train of thought by Johnny tapping your shoulder and calling for you. “Lass, you okay?”

“Yea… Just worried about the two of you meeting my family is all.” Johnny notices the truth behind your words by the sigh you let out and wraps an arm around you.

“Don’t worry Lass, me and Si can handle ourselves, right Si?”

“Right.” He huffs out.

You let out a sigh, “I believe you guys can handle yourselves, I do. It’s just that my family doesn’t exactly have… Nice opinions of the two of you…”

“Not nice opinions like how?” Simon says with a cocked eyebrow.

“Well…. They think you’re self-centered assholes who don’t give two shits about your soulmate and want to cause as much harm as possible to them.” The boys let out low whistles in response.

“Tha's no good…” Johnny mutters under his breath. “Could ye elaborate, Lass?”

You take in a deep breath, “I'm gonna say their hatred towards the two of you stem from the fact that not only was I born with a couple of scars, I continued getting small ones while I was little,” You hear Simon say something under his breath, you think he might've said “Curse that old bastard.”, “And between the ages of eight and now is when the scars and physical pain increased. I was badly bedridden for quite a bit.”

You can see the gears turning in both Johnny and Simon's head. What are they thinking about?

“Luvie, how old are you?”

You look at Simon as he speaks to you, realizing you've never told either of them your age, and vice versa.

“I'm twenty-one, why, how old are the two of you?” Your curiosity is peaked, how old are the two men you're supposed to spend the rest of forever with?

Johnny sighs, “I'm twenty-six and Si's thirty-one.”

“Oh, that’s not that bad, only a 5 and ten year difference.” You say with a giggle.

“Yer still a kid.” Simon huffs out, which you take offense to, “I am not a kid. I can drink, drive, smoke, and vote, thank you.” You say, the attitude heavily present in your voice.

“A kid can do all that with a fake ID.” He counters, “Yer brain won’t fully develop ‘til yer twenty-five.”

You dramatically gasp at his response. The audacity of this man, “Then by that logic, Johnny’s brain just recently fully developed.” You snap back.

“Johnny’s a doofus, but the horrors of war matured him.” Johnny takes playful offense to Simon calling him a ‘doofus’.

The horrors of war, you might not have seen them, but you sure as hell felt them. The proof is literally etched into your skin by the hundreds of scars that are littered all over your body. A large one on your ass cheek for god’s sake, the recovery for that one was hell; you were either constantly standing or laying on your stomach. You couldn’t sit for weeks. It’s debatable what’s worse; seeing and feeling what’s happening to your body as it’s happening, or not knowing what’s happening, just being in pain. You don’t know what horrors they’ve seen, what plagues their mind, memories, and even dreams.

You sigh, you’re not going to argue and be stubborn, as much as you want to, you know whatever counterargument they have could easily prove you wrong or start an argument. So, you decide to use pure fact against them.

“Actually, due to brain metabolism, a woman’s brain develops three years faster than a man’s. Meaning, by next year my brain will be fully developed, and you guys know what horrors caused your scars, I don’t. I don’t know why I have a bunch of ragged lines and bullet wounds littered throughout my body. This may seem like an excuse or guilt trip of sorts, but it’s not. It’s just facts.” You say with a sigh.

Johnny and Simon just look at you, and it dawns on them that you were ten when Simon was eighteen, fourteen when Price recruited him for Task Force 141. Nineteen, with terrible scars that only multiplied when you were sixteen and Johnny twenty-four, a year into his military work and being recruited to the 141. Your scars only got worse and more visible, but instead of detesting the two who had caused you so much harm, you had walked up to them and spoke to them so shyly, thinking they wouldn’t believe you.

The strange silence is interrupted by a call you get, it’s from Eve. Holy crap, you forgot to call her. It’s nearly three in the afternoon. You look at the boys.

“Hey, this is important, I gotta take this. Do you mind if I take it at the table?”

“Go ahead.” They say in unison.

You sigh and answer the call, not too sure how Eve’s going to react, “Hello?”

“Girl! Why haven’t you called or texted me? I’ve been worried you got kidnapped!” She fussed, “It wouldn’t be hard…. Those two are freaking huge…” She mutters under her breath.

“I haven’t been kidnapped.” You respond with what seems like a sigh mixed with a giggle, your response makes Johnny and Simon raise their eyebrows, “I’m actually a legal step below being married and have full citizenship in Great Britain now.” After you say this you instinctively pull the phone away from your ear expecting her to happily squeal.

“Oh my god! You’ve found your soulmates!” She squeals out loudly, just as you expected her to. You can hear all types of giggles and congratulations from your other friends that are in the room with her, “You have to send us a picture of them!” She happily suggests.

You look over to Simon and Johnny before asking them, “My friends want to see a picture of the two of you, could I take and send one?”

You get an affirmative gruff from Simon, “Only if ye set it as yer lock screen after.” Johnny says with a grin, which you take as a yes.

You quickly pull up your camera app and position the camera correctly, “Say cheese.” You ring out playfully. Johnny smiles, pearly whites on full display, and Simon does smile, you can’t see his mouth from under the black surgical mask he’s wearing, but you can see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. You quickly take the picture and send it to your friend’s group chat.

The other line of the phone is silent for what seems like forever before you get a response, “Ho-ly Hell they are good-looking. They compliment each other so well, like the sun and the moon. You can be their Earth, their bringer of life.” Eve says with a giggle.

“Oh my god, ew. I’m hanging up.” You said with a giggle before hanging up the phone.

“So…. Kidnapping, pictures, and bringing life… Interesting topics…” Simon chides.

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#ghoap x reader #ghost x soap #ghost x soap x reader #soap x reader #soap x fem reader #ghost x female reader #soulmates #Scarred Love

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nctnationz · 2 months

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mark lee x f!reader pt8. masterlist

sorry this took so long, i’ve been busy w school but i hope you enjoy luvies 💟💟

#nct dream #nct dream texts #mark lee #haechan #huang renjun #jisung park #lee jeno #mark lee x reader #mark lee x y/n #na jaemin #zhong chenle #social media au

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headfullofpresley · 2 years

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Happy fuckin’ Birthday

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 3194

Warning(s): smut, kind of public handjob (m. receiving), getting caught, 50s!Elvis, sub!Elvis, soft dom!reader, strong language, alcohol consumption, inaccurate timelines in Elvis’ life.

Requested: yesss, by anon! hope this finds its way back to you, love <3

Summary: Elvis is needy during his birthday dinner and wants your attention, not caring about anyone else in the room.

Author’s note: slightly different than requested, but ofcourse my brain has a mind on its own, as usual. it’s kinda short, but hope you’ll still enjoy, my luvies <3

read part 2 here!

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The cold January air was nipping harshly at your cheeks as you made your way past Audubon Park, making you wrap your thick coat around you firmer as a chill ran down your spine. You made sure not to look at the dark park beside you despite it only being 6 o’clock in the evening, quickening your step. Elvis wasn’t able to pick you up tonight, which you completely understood seeing it was his birthday and he had been entertaining visiting family and friends since the afternoon. Unfortunately, you were the last one to arrive at the gathering because of work, but as soon as you turned the corner onto Audubon Drive and saw the Presley house, excitement bubbled in your stomach.

It was your boyfriend’s 21st birthday, which you and him have been looking forward to for a while now. You were a year older than him and he hated how you were able to sip on a drink when he’d take you out to dinner and he wasn’t. The fact that you often ordered an alcoholic beverage just to tease him didn’t help either─the only time he ever drank was in secret with people he was close with, or when he was over at your house and your parents weren’t there. You were pretty sure neither his or your parents would care if he would’ve had a beer before the age of 21 at dinner, but it was him who felt uncomfortable drinking in their presence. You didn’t argue him on the topic.

Not even ten seconds after you rang the doorbell, the door already swung open, revealing a smiling Scotty who immediately took a step aside for you. You greeted him with a quick hug before you took off your coat, greeting some other people before you made your way into the dining room with the gift bag that hung on your fingertips.

‘‘Oh, Y/N dear, you’re here!’’ Gladys cheered happily as she put another plate of food on the table which was already full of all kinds of dishes and drinks, walking over to you to engulf you in the warmth of a motherly embrace. You giggled softly, kissing her cheek. You were just about to ask where Elvis was, but he already appeared in the opening in between the dining room and the kitchen, holding a bottled beer in his hand.

‘‘Mama, I think the dumplings are burnin’, I don’t know what I’m doin’,’’ he laughed as Gladys rolled her eyes, quickly making her way back in the kitchen as she let go of you to hopefully save some of those dumplings. You looked at Elvis and made your way over to him, grinning.

‘‘There’s my girl,’’ he smiled brightly, reaching out his hand to you which you took, allowing him to pull you into his chest. ‘‘Happy birthday, baby,’’ you smiled, pecking his lips before you handed him the gift bag, nodding to the beer in his hand. ‘‘I see you’re finally taking advantage of your coming of age moment,’’ you teased him, looking over your shoulder at Vernon who was already sitting at the head of the table, raising his own beer at his son. Elvis laughed and returned the gesture before you looked back at each other, Elvis taking an extra big sip from his drink on purpose. You laughed and rolled your eyes, ushering him over to the table so he could open his present. He put the bottle down along with the bag and reached his hands into it, his eyes twinkling cutely with excitement as he tore the wrapping paper off of the gift─when he saw the first picture that was ever taken of you two together framed in dark wooden frame, he immediately pulled you into his side and kissed your temple.

‘‘There’s more,’’ you giggled, taking another wrapped gift out of the bag which you handed to him. He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he unwrapped it, squeezing you against his chest in the process. He smiled brightly at the box of cologne you knew he liked so much. Honestly, he was one of the most difficult people to gift something to, because he already had everything and he never gave you any hints of what he’d like. To him, it didn’t matter what you’d give him because he loved everything. Just your presence was enough for him already. ‘‘Thank you, sweetness. I love it, I’m gon’ take the picture on the road with me and put it next to my bed every night,’’ he grinned, looking at the picture before he kissed your cheek a few times, hugging you tightly. You laughed softly and nodded, hugging him back until Gladys came back into the dining room, with the dumplings that somehow survived whatever Elvis had done to them.

Bill and Scotty sat down at the table alongside some of Elvis’ other friends and cousins. Gladys sat down at the other end of the table and when Elvis came back from the kitchen with a drink for you, he sat down next to you opposite Bill and Scotty. You thanked him with a smile and placed your hand in his, your other in Vernon’s while closing your eyes. As soon as Vernon was done with saying grace, everyone released hands and the volume was raised immediately again as everyone was making conversation and starting on their meals.

‘‘So, how does it feel to finally be twenty one?’’ You grinned at your boyfriend as you took a bite of Gladys’ perfectly made green bean casserole. He let out a laugh, one arm hung over the back of your chair as he popped a dumpling in his mouth, chewing it down quickly to not show you how hot they were. They tasted so good that he could barely wait─worth burning his tongue over.

‘‘It feels good, but.. the same,’’ he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink to cool down his tongue. You hummed as you nodded, swallowing your food down. ‘‘The only difference is that from now on, I’ll be getting drunk in front of my parents more often,’’ he whispered jokingly and you laughed, nudging his arm with your elbow as you took another bite of your food. You saw Gladys looking at you two with a big smile on her face which you returned before you made her son focus back on his birthday dinner, instead of giving you all the attention.

While Elvis liked having everyone over and he was happy to be home, his attention kept being drawn back to you. He hadn’t seen you for the entire day and although he did see you yesterday and you were there to wish him a happy birthday precisely as the clock struck twelve, he missed you every second of the day. As everyone was pretty much done with dinner and dessert was served, the music got a little louder and more drinks were nursed by everyone in the room. Everyone was sharing stories, whether about Elvis or about themselves and what they had been doing recently, and you tried to listen to all of them and engage in conversations, but Elvis was demanding. He wanted your attention and he wanted it now.

‘‘Let’s go to my room,’’ he whispered in your ear as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as he kept your hand under the table in his lap, kissing the shell of your ear. You laughed softly and looked at him, shaking your head. ‘‘This is your birthday and you haven’t even finished your dessert,’’ you whispered back, looking at his half eaten cake on his plate. He just shrugged and grinned against your skin, lips still against your ear. ‘‘I’m sleepin’ over, El. Let’s just stay down here for a bit longer,’’ you quickly whispered to him before you took a bite of your own dessert, smiling and nodding at something Scotty was saying─he was in the middle of a story, but honestly, you had no idea what it was about because your boyfriend was still clinging to your side like a koala. And it was especially hard for you to focus on whatever Scotty was saying when Elvis pulled his hand out of yours but before you even had the chance to put your back above the table, he pressed it down on the very prominent bulge he was currently sporting. You nearly choked on the birthday cake, quickly taking a sip of your drink before you’d have a coughing fit right in front of everyone.

‘‘Elvis!’’ You hissed softly at him, giving him a warning look but he just looked at you with innocent eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. He had expected you to keep your hand right where it was and right where he wanted it, but as he removed his own hands, so did you. You placed your hands back on the table, wrapping both of them around your drink as a smile fell over your own face when you noticed him gasping softly at your actions. He pulled his chair closer into the table and leaned against your side, whispering in your ear again. ‘‘Please, baby.. I need you so bad,’’

You bit your lip, turning your head slightly into his direction to look at him. ‘‘You won’t be able to keep quiet. Stop it,’’ you whispered back, laughing softly as you took a sip of your drink again. He had never been silent when being intimate with you and honestly, you were very good at making him a whining and moaning mess. You’d often have to cover his mouth with your hand or he’d cover his face with a pillow, because you both still lived at home and car sex was too cold this time of the year. If your or his parents ever heard you go at it, they had never mentioned it and you were more than grateful for that.

‘‘I’ll be good and keep quiet, I promise,’’ he spoke in your ear, sneaking his hand over to yours on the table, grabbing it. You bit your tongue not to laugh, letting him pull your hand back under the table and place it back on his hard on─you did your best not to look suspicious and looked back at Scotty who was still in the middle of his story, trying to understand what it was about. You just laughed along as everyone else did, squeezing Elvis in your palm softly and he nearly let out a moan. You heard the soft grunt that did sneak out of his mouth and he quickly bit his tongue, busying himself with the cake he had left on his plate. It didn’t take him long before he was bucking his hips, creating more friction with your hand through the fabric of his white pants─he was playing a very dangerous game here. You both knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to stop and when you saw how he was nibbling at his lip and lifting his beer from the table with a shaky hand, you couldn’t either. You always loved every reaction he gave you when you were making him feel good and you had to try real hard not to pull him to his room and have your way with him.

You felt his hand creep onto your knee under the table, fingertips crawling underneath your skirt which was a little shorter than usual─easy access, he figured. You trapped his hand in between your legs before his fingers could reach your panties, giving him a knowing look. Those dominant eyes of yours nearly made him cum right into his pants, but it also made him quickly pull back his hand, cheeks flushed as he gave you a goofy smile. The dynamics in your relationship were quite amusing really─outside, he was the ‘dominant’ type, the one who wore the pants so to speak and everyone knew it. But behind closed doors, he just loved when you’d pamper him and he would pretty much do anything you wanted him to. He loved not having to be in control all the time and letting you take over whenever you pleased and it seemed like tonight was one of those nights. He did not mind at all, already excited for what you had planned for him when you’d finally take him out of this damn dining room.

‘‘How is your fathers’ business going, Y/N?’’ Vernon suddenly asked you, drawing your attention to him. You looked at your father in law and put on your brightest smile. You could feel Elvis sneakily and silently opening his belt and pulling down his zipper, trying to get your hand into his pants. ‘‘Oh, just great! It’s actually the store’s 5th anniversary next week,’’ you said excitedly and Vernon smiled, taking a sip of his drink as he leaned his elbows on the table, looking at you. He seemed clueless as to what was happening under the table─your hand wrapped around his son’s bare cock now, him trying to fuck himself into your fist as slowly as he could. Elvis’ cheeks were flushed and his eyes a little dazed, but he figured the beers he nursed throughout the evening would be a good excuse for his current state.

‘‘That’s great. Tell your father I will swing by,’’ Vernon smiled at you and you nodded, looking at Bill who then spoke to you. ‘‘Do you have some free time soon, Y/N? If you do, you should definitely join us on the road,’’ he said as he leaned back in his chair, his arm hung around the back of Scotty’s seat. Scotty immediately agreed, nodding excitedly. ‘‘You should! I think Elvis would be more than happy to let you tag along, right, EP?’’ the guitarist said, looking at your boyfriend. Elvis widened his eyes a little, looking at the two men across from him as he had his elbows perched on the table, hiding his mouth behind his knuckles. ‘‘Hmm?’’ He managed to bring out and you laughed softly, biting your lip as you looked at him. You tilted your head a little, putting on an innocent smile as you squeezed his cock a little harder, circling your thumb around the tip, spreading some of his precum around. He groaned softly in the back of his throat, his pleading eyes finding yours as he sped up the movements of his hips a little, making sure he didn’t draw any attention to what was going on.

‘‘Bill said that I should come along on the road for a few days,’’ you told him and he just smiled and nodded, quickly grabbing his drink again so he wouldn’t have to speak. You turned back to the other men and shrugged your shoulders, smiling brightly. ‘‘I’ll make sure to take some days off, so count me in,’’ you told them and Elvis snuck one hand under the table again, grabbing yours to speed up your movements as he held his hips still this time. You gave his cock a warning squeeze and although he knew you’d punish him for it, he didn’t care in this moment─he wanted you so bad, it was nearly becoming unbearable. He should feel ashamed with his Mama and Daddy right there at the table, but his arousal was clouding any rational thought he should have in this situation. Scotty put up his thumb as he smiled and as he accidentally dropped his lighter to the floor, you knew exactly where this was going. Elvis knew it too.

As soon as Scotty bend down to the floor, you wanted to pull your hand back but Elvis wrapped his hand around your wrist, keeping you right in your place. You widened your eyes at him a little and he just grinned, biting his lip as he leaned closer to you, kissing your cheek.

‘‘Are you gon’ punish me for this?’’ He whispered in your ear, his voice deep and hoarse, making your own arousal grow. He wanted your answer to be yes so bad─wanted you to punish him for putting you in a situation like this in front of his family. ‘‘You just wait and see,’’ you hissed softly at him, looking at Scotty who hit his head against the table as he came back up with flushed cheeks, lighter in hand. The guitarist rubbed the top of his head, clearing his throat a little before he quickly lit his cigarette and looked at you and Elvis for a second before he quickly turned back to Billy, falling right back into conversation as if nothing happened. You were glad he did, not knowing what you’d do if he would’ve exposed you right there at the dinner table.

You could tell Elvis was shamelessly getting close to his climax─he was kissing your cheek and breathing in your ear every chance he got and he could barely talk to anyone anymore. He was thrusting into your fist again, his hips starting to pick up their pace, making the table cloth move a little with his movements. When Gladys got up to clean, you took your chance and suddenly pulled your hand out of your boyfriends’ pants.

‘‘I’ll help you, mrs. Presley,’’ you smiled at your mother in law, grabbing your napkin tha laid next to your plate as you got up, wiping your hands on it before you pulled your skirt down. ‘‘Thank you, dear. And get that beer away from him, he’s lookin’ a lil drunk already,’’ she giggled as she nodded at Elvis, bright red cheeks, eyes wide as he looked up at you. It wasn’t because of the beer, but because of what you had just done and how you were just going to leave him hanging like that. You laughed and nodded, picking up some plates and his half empty bottle of beer. Leaning down to him to kiss his cheek, you quickly whispered in his ear.

‘‘This is your punishment,’’

He gasped softly, hands under the table to quickly make himself decent again─the tightness of his boxershorts and pants making him want to cry with how uncomfortable it felt. He needed his release so badly, but as you looked over your shoulder and shot him a wink and playful smile, he knew that there wasn’t anything he could do other than wait for everyone to leave and you were finally ready to go to his room. Tease or not, he was sure you had a lot more planned for him this evening and just thinking about that, only made it harder for him to calm down and for his hard on to go away. Scotty looked at him from across the table, wide knowing grin on his face.

‘‘Happy fuckin’ Birthday,’’ the guitarist laughed, throwing his head back as Elvis blushed and rolled his eyes, throwing a piece of bread in his direction. Bill just looked at the interaction with frowned eyebrows─Elvis was sure Scotty would tell him all about it later, but as long as his parents would be kept in the dark on the matter, he didn’t give a damn.

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rkistars · 3 months

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recognize me! - p.sh smau.

0.3 | what the bugy luvy killy ooy hell is he doing here.

synopsis 🎀 you and sunghoon were exes in the past but what happens when you have to produce a song for them AND meet your ex?

-> half written half smau!

Y/n pov!

As I walked inside the studio, my heart dropped. There he was. Sunghoon. I wanted to just run away and escape but my body froze just looking at him.

While I tried to keep my composure I bowed to all of the members and discussed the album coming out.

Sunghoon seemed shocked to see me too. His eyes are wide and his jaw is slightly agape.

He kept looking at me with those pretty eyes. It made me miss how we were back in high school but that was in the past.

I should just forget all those memories.

After all, this was just in the past.

sunghoons pov!

As I saw my ex-girlfriend from high school, my heart skipped a beat. To be fair I'm not completely over her. She hasn't changed a bit. Her eyes still shone like diamonds like before, her habit of tucking her hair behind her ears, and the way she still looked as gorgeous as before.

third person’s pov!

sunghoon definitely regretted hurting her. He loved her and needed her as much as the earth needed the sun. But for his career, he had to.

Oh, how much sunghoon wanted to hug her and give her a million apologies. But for now, he had to stay calm and stay professional.

He had to make things right.

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#enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen smau #fluff #enhypen comfort #spotify #angst #heeseung #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki

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luvismenu · 1 month

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mdni • luvi • she/her ♡

i mostly write jungkook fics cuz..... i am down bad for him 👽🩷

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drabbles/ texting scenarios

ongoing series: Three Way || Maknae Line

#bts masterlist #fanfics #ask luvi

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lix-ables · 2 years

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‘’ ! all for me ¡

• pairing: lee felix x reader, wc— 662, cw— smut includes mentions of marking, possessive kink, mentions of using collars, pet names, lix gets all touchy eesh i think that's all;; pics are not mine, credits to owners!!

• note. not me using one of my prompt list lines for this, and it's not proofread welp, but it looked vv tempting i hope you luvies like it nonetheless <3

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“how do i look?” your eyes shift to felix, who stood next to you, his hands moving to fix his tie, his face still looking at the mirror in front of him. more like staring. your hands smoothen the outfit you currently wore — a checked blue and white designed sleeveless dress, a thin sweater covering your bare arms, the light frills of the dress barely covering your knees, showing off some parts of your thighs; a dress fit for the summer, and also for the get together you were going to.

“good enough for me to fuck you,” came his reply, his voice husky and in an undertone. his tongue darts out a little to lick his bottom lip, a small, very familiar smirk set on his face. he didn't have to look at you to tell you that, he knew. after all, he's always been telling you that you looked good in anything, and obviously good enough for him to either fuck you or eat you out. by now, you decided to accept it, and go along with it.

"baby, you didn't even look at me," you blush, a slight tint of red forming on your cheekbones, and you wave your hands in front of your face to calm yourself down. "and i didn't have to," he smiled at the mirror, finally turning to look at you, his eyes looking you up and down, and he sucks in a breath, continuing. "see, i didn't have to look at you, buttercup. i meant what i said."

clearing your throat, you turn back to face the mirror, avoiding any kind of eye contact with your boyfriend. you try focusing on more important things at the moment — that being pushing your hair to the side and applying mascara. while you were almost done, felix moved from where he was, only to stand directly behind you, his eyes never leaving yours. one thing he really liked, and one thing that made you weak — eye contact.

"this dress would look prettier with a collar around your precious neck," he whispered, his lips touching your nape, his fingers brushing your collarbone causing you to almost drop the bottle in your hand. "can't wear a collar with this, lix. what will people think?"

"that you're my pup and no one can touch you?" he whispered, holding your gaze in the mirror, his chin now resting on your shoulder. "that this pretty neck needs to be painted with my marks? that we're not leaving here without us seeing my cum drip out of your tight little hole? you can pick one, baby, we both know this is all for me."

"we're going to be late," you sigh, leaning back against him, your lips parting at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist. your eyes close as if on cue, a low, soft hum leaving your throat when felix grabs your neck lightly from the back, his lips leaving kisses to your skin, and you let him, tilting your head to give him more access. "and we'll be late for a very important reason. unless you want me to fuck the innocence out of you at the get together."

"who said anything about me being innocent," you snap, regretting it only a second later. "tsk. getting bratty hm?" felix shakes his head, turning you around to face him, his eyes dark, almost rough.

"listen to me good, pet. i don't give two hoots about that get together, and we know very well you don't either," felix says, his hands removing his jacket, crushing it up and setting it on the counter in front of you. your body hits the cold surface of the platform behind you, your hands trying to get balance from it.

"you don't get to tell me that you're not innocent. that's for me to decide and for you to take whatever it is that i give you. if we're starting with my cock fucking your throat, so be it."

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littlemissomega · 1 year

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Cravings

Natasha romanoff! x pregnant!reader

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, strap on, hypersensitive, nipple play, aftercare, pet names, Russian pet names

Summary: Y/N wakes up with intense pregnancy cravings

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"'Tasha?" Y/N whispers.

Natasha squints at the clock in the dark room. 2:37 a.m. Natasha knows there's only two reasons her very pregnant wife would make her up this early; she's hungry, or horny.

"Yes, Девочка (Babygirl)?"

"We reallyyyyy need some persimmons right now, 'Tasha,"

Natasha smiles at her in the dark.

"You need them?" Natasha asks.

"Uh huh! Please, 'Tasha! I've literally been having dreams about them!"

Pregancy has been really hard on Y/N. Between the intense morning sickness, back pain, and mood swings, she hasn't been able to do much of anything. Natasha has tried to do everything she can to help her, but its been hard on both of them

"Okay, luvie, I'll get you and baby some persimmons," Natasha chuckles, kissing Y/N on the nose before dragging herself out of bed.

"Ooo and some pickles! The Slovakian ones!" Y/N calls from bed.

"As you wish," Natasha smiles.

Y/N props herself up against the pillows happily as she waits for Natasha to return. Her hands subconsciously go to her growing belly.

Natashs comes back in a few moments later carying a bowl full of sliced persimons and pickles. She plops back down on the bed and hands yn the bowl and a fork.

"Here you go, my luv,"

"Thank you, 'tasha," she smiles.

Natasha rests her hands on her wife's bump as Y/N eats. Natasha realizes Y/N is wearing nothing but one of Natasha us oversized t shirts.

Shes done that a lot throughout her pregancy. Between her growing bump and swelling breasts, none of her clothes fit anymore. And her skin as been almost hypersensitive, so underwear isn't very comfortable either.

Its driven Natasha absolutely fertile to come home from work to find her wife cooking or sleeping in nothing but one of her shirts. It's taken all of her self restraint not to bend her over the counter and fuck her silly every day.

Natasha snaps out of her thinking as yn tucks her sleeve.

"You know what else I really need?" Yn whispers.

Thats odd. Yn usually says 'we' when taking about the cravings she and the baby has.

"What, Девочка?"

"The blue strap with the pink tip! Please 'tasha, want it so bad!" Y/N whimpers.

Natasha is taken aback by the request despite how often this happens. Pregnancy hormones have also made Y/N extra horny.

"It's late, button, and you need your rest! We should-" Natasha starts gently.

"No! Mommy I need it so so bad! I'm so fucking wet, Mommy! Look!"

Y/N parts her legs and grabs Natasha as hand, putting it on her most sensitive parts. She whimper at how cold Natasha is hand is.

Natsha gasps at how wet her wife is. She must be dripping all over the sheets.

"Awww my poor baby," Natasha croons.

"Please, Mommy! Need you do bad!"

"Okay, button, shhh," Natasha whispers, stroking her throbbing clit.

She lets out a loud moan from the stimulation. Natasha could blow on her clit and make her cum.

"Natasha!" She whines as Nat moves her hand away.

"Nu uh uh! That's not my name, silly girl," Natasha responds as she reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out the strap Y/N asked for, pulling it on.

"I'm sorry, Mommy! Just need you so bad!" Y/N whimpers.

"I know, button," Natasha chuckles, "just lay back and let Mommy take care of you,"

Natasha eases her onto her back and pushes her shirt up to her chin.

"F-fuck," yn moans as Natasha tweaks her sensitive nipples, "Mommy!"

"I know, Девочка. You're so fucking sensitive,"

Natasha starts grinding the tip of her strap against Y/N's clit, causing her to jolt forward and grab her arm.

"M-mommy, please!"

Natasha simply hums at her and lines her strap up with her dripping entrance. Y/N's nails dig into her arm as her strap slides in.

Every one of Y/N's nerves are on fire and warmth fills her belly. Natasha starts slowly and deeply thrusting into her, causing her climax to build even faster.

"Gonna cum!" Y/N moans.

"I know, button. Cum for Mommy," Natasha whispers, her fingers continues to rub Y/N's sensitive clit.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Y/N babbles as she tips off the edge.

Y/N squirts everywhere as her climax takes her over. Natasha gently works her through it, whispering how perfect and beautiful she is.

"Умница (good girl)," Natasha croons, pulling out.

Natasha gently picks her wife up and carries her to the bathroom, flipping on the tub facet. The tub fills with warm water as Natasha gently pulls off yns shirt. Natasha finishes undressing herself and puts her wife in the tub; sliding in behind her. The warm water stings Y/N's sensitive skin and she moans.

"You were so perfect, my luv," Natasha whispers in her ear, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too, Natty," yn smiles, "Oh!" She jolts forward a little.

"what? What's wromg?" Natasha as, worried.

"Feel this," Y/N smiles, grabbing Nat's hand and placing it on her stomach.

Natasha smiles as she feels the baby kick against her hand. Y/n looks over her shoulder and giggles at her.

"I'm so excited!"

"Me too," Natasha smiles, "you're gonna be such a good mom, Девочка,"

"You are too,"

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