#look at them and love them please i am BEGGING you

[misslovasstuff]

Op!men seeing you hurt

sanji x reader, zoro x reader

Sanji

The only occasion when he calls you by your name and not one of his words of endearment

With the speed of light, he rushes when he hears you’ve been shot in your leg.

He’s panicked but tries to keep his cool

“Show me please, - Sanji touches your thigh gently, touching the end of your dress to pull it up but you stop his hand. - Y/n?”

“I’m fine… it’s nothing.” - you claim, trying not to let your expression give away your pain.

Sanji stared at you, clenching his jaw as he shakes his head, anger building up. Who even dares to hurt you this way?

“Please, let me see. - he notices the worry on your face and tries to lighten up the situation. - What, are you shy? Love, it was only yesterday when you had my head pressed in between. Now…”

Your cheeks blush, looking away and getting somewhat a sense of relief seeing him smile, although you know deep down it was forced to reassure you.

Sanji raises your dress up, noticing your wound on your thigh. His eyes widen and he curses.

“Damnit!… - he caresses the unwounded area of your thigh as he looks at your eyes. - It must hurt a lot, right? Let’s take you to Chopper!”

Sanji picks you up and you put your hands around him, head resting on his chest.

“I’m really sorry, Sanji. I didn’t mean to be a bother for you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. - he says sharply. - If you wanna feel sorry about something, feel sorry for the bastards that did this to you and that have to deal with me. I’m gonna give them ten times more of the pain you’re feeling now, love.”

“I am in no pain when I’m with you.” - your voice gentle and soft and words so genuine and selfless make Sanji feel even more at fault for letting you get hurt. But his heart starts beating faster and he can’t deny it as your hand rests on his chest.

“I won’t let you get hurt ever again. I promise.” - Sanji kisses your forehead, flames of anger extinguished by your gentle love only to burn brighter than ever after he leaves you at Chopper’s care, kissing the palm of your hand and finishing the business he has with the ignorants who dared to touch his woman.

Zoro

“Are you ok?! Oi, answer me!” - Zoro shakes your body, noticing a lack of reaction.

“…who did this… - he whispers, putting strands of hair behind your ear. - Please answer me, baby. Open your eyes… please…”

He’d never beg for anything, but now more than ever, Zoro felt most helpless. Hi strength could not help, nor his swordsmanship or any other asset he deemed as important.

He had his lover layed on the ground and hurt, and he wasn’t there to protect, to defend, to lay down his life for you.

“fucking hell… - he cusses, grip on his sword tightening. - … why didn’t you call for me?!”

Zoro takes your body, pulling you close to his embrace as his forehead meets yours.

“How can the world hurt such a soul like yours… tell me… open your eyes and scold me as always… please, love…” - his voice has a distinctive desperate tone, jaw clenched that relaxes when he feels his clothes pulled.

You reach your hand to the nape of his shirt, opening your eyes and giggling slightly at his widen gaze.

“You’re so silly, you know?” - and there, you scold him. But instead of having a counter argument, Zoro hugs you tightly, pecking your lips before asking many questions.

“Are you in much pain? Are you feeling fine? Which bastard did this to you, give me his name cause I swear to-

“Relax, - you breathe heavily but still manage to relax your fuming boyfriend. - the fight is over isn’t it? Let’s just go back to the sunny.”

Zoro sighs, scanning your face before saying:

“I could have not handled a second more in this world without you. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

It’s true, although your vision a bit blurry, you can feel his voice shaking and his tight grip on your arms as he holds you, perhaps to convince himself that you’re here with him, and you’re alive.

“Then I’ll make sure to love you for a lifetime, Zoro.”

This man doesn’t usually shed tears but, his eyes get a bit watery as he presses his lips against yours, then shaking his head and sighing in relief.

“Ok enough kissing now, let’s get you treated.”

“You’re the one kissing me, idiot!”

[marsroverr]

Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando wins in Miami, and he needs to tell y/n just how much he loves them

Word count: <1k

Warnings: best friends to lovers, so much fluff, foul language, use of y/n, not-so-obscure Taylor Swift references, I’m pretty sure it’s gender neutral please tell me if it isn’t!

A/n: This is like my second fic ever please be gentle

You can’t believe it. P1. His first win. You press your hands to your mouth, trying to keep from crying as you stare at the screen in front of you in the garage, breathless with the exhilaration that had been mounting during the last few laps.

“Y/n! P1, he did it! We fucking did it!” one of the engineers yells, shaking you out of your state of shock. You nod numbly, staring around the garage at the celebrations happening around you as the team cheer and congratulate one other. As you stand there, the team starts to gather with the intention of greeting Lando, and you will your legs to carry you after them, unsure of what to do.

As you reach the bulk of the crowd, you see Lando taking a running leap into the crowd, grinning manically as they lift him up over their heads. You look on fondly, unable to stop a grin from splitting your features as he meets your eye, his smile getting impossibly wider as he does. You give him a small thumbs up, and he wrests himself from the crowd, pushing his way to you before breaking into a run.

As you collide he practically lifts you off your feet with sheer enthusiasm and you laugh into his shoulder, gripping him as tight as you can. Neither of you speak for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other, the feeling of Lando’s success.

“You smell sweaty,” you grin, pulling away just enough to look at him properly, taking in his tousled post-race hair, “but I’m so proud of you, Lan.”

His cheeks pink slightly, and he gives you a lopsided smile, tugging you back towards him for another hug.

“I need to tell you something, y/n” he says, his words muffled in your hair.

“Anything, Lando. What is it?” Your heart pounds as you pull away from him again, his hands sliding down to grip your waist tightly, as if you’re going to slip away from him at any second.

He looks at you, suddenly shy, and you place a hand gently on his cheek to encourage him.

“’S okay, Lan. You can tell me.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb, watching him earnestly.

“I… we’ve been best friends for years, yes?” Lando watches your face anxiously as he speaks, visibly nervous despite his recent win and the exhilaration that should be pumping through his veins.

You nod, frowning slightly.

He takes a deep breath before continuing,

“And you know I love you more than anything?”

He waits for you to nod again, clutching you even tighter,

“Well… what if I told you I loved you even more than that?”

Your eyes widen as you stare at him, afraid to speak, as if you’d shatter the moment.

“Y/n, I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you for years, but I didn’t want to say anything in case it ruined what we already have.”

His words are coming out in a rush as he tries to jumble through the sentences, watching you anxiously for your reaction.

“You’re my best friend, y/n, I don’t want to lose you, but there must be something in the air, I just- I just love you so much and now I’m an F1 winner and it seemed like the perfect time and- oh God, you’re not saying anything- are you mad at me? Have I just ruined years of friendship?” he pants out, breathless as he stares at you, willing you to respond.

“Lando…” your voice trembles as you take in everything he’s just blurted out, fingers bunching in his race suit.

“Y/n, please say something…” his anxiety is clear on his face as he watches you, practically begging you with his eyes to respond.

“I… Lan, I love you too,” you breathe out, “I love you so much.”

He lets out a relieved laugh, pulling you even closer as he stares into your eyes.

“Can I… am I allowed to…” he stutters, his usual confident demeanour that he displays when he’s with you gone, replaced by this shy version of Lando that you find incredibly endearing.

Without bothering to answer, you pull him in for a kiss, his lips crashing in to yours in a frenzy. You smile against his lips, feeling him do the same, before you both start to giggle.

“We are so stupid!” You laugh, groaning into his neck.

He just smirks, tracing patterns on your hip with one hand as his other comes up to rest gently on the back of your neck.

“We are,” he agrees, pink-cheeked and smiling, “but I’m a race winner now.”

“Shit, Lan! Don’t you have a podium to go stand on?” You exclaim, swatting at his chest playfully.

His eyes widen at your words, and he looks around at the expectant faces of the McLaren team, blushing under their gaze.

“We’ll finish this later.” He smirks, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before jogging in the direction of where he needs to be.

You watch him go, blushing like crazy, your composure slipping as you grin after him.

He loves you. He’s yours. Who are you to argue?

[oneshotnewbie]

𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠

𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐁𝐈'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

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Emily Prentiss stood at the door of the office where you always retreated to go over your ideas for a new case before presenting them to your team, her hand shaking as she hesitantly grasped the handle. The atmosphere was tense, charged with unsaid words and unspoken emotions that had been plaguing her lately.

You looked up as Emily stepped over the threshold, and her heart made a painful lurch. The love she saw in your eyes brought tears to her own, but she forced herself to stay strong and swallow them down. "Emily," you spoke quietly, your warm voice a whisper in the space of complete silence.

The black-haired woman swallowed hard and stepped closer, her arms tucked under her chest, her gaze cast downwards at the floor. The words she wanted to say were heavy as lead on her tongue. "We need to talk," she finally managed to speak, her voice breaking.

You turned from the whiteboard of the room, your eyes full of worry as you slowly walked towards her. "What's up?" You asked softly, reaching out to touch Emily's forearm. But she pulled back as if she would be burned by the touch. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can not do this anymore."

You stared at her in disbelief, as if you didn't understand the words, and took a few steps back. "What do you mean by that?" your voice trembled with uncertainty and fear, your body began to tremble.

Emily didn't look at you, her gaze still cast to the floor, unable to look you in the eyes. "I mean our relationship," she spoke quietly, taking a deep breath as she bit her lip. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I can't love you like you deserve."

You staggered back as if she had struck you and your back leaned against the table behind you. The tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to comprehend the words that had just left her lips. "Why?" you whispered brokenly.

She swallowed the knot in her throat and continued to force herself to stay strong even though it was tearing her up inside. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to fall into your arms and feel your warmth. But that wasn't possible anymore, she couldn't. "Because I'm not good enough for you. I don't deserve you."

You moved closer again, placing your hand on Emily's cheek, but she backed away again as if it was the most painful thing she had ever experienced. "Emily, this is ridiculous," you said, your voice shaking, not understanding what was wrong with her. Everything was fine this morning when you both woke up in the same bed. "You are more than enough. You are everything to me. More than I am to myself."

Tears were now streaming freely down her face as she saw the pain in your eyes that she never wanted to be responsible for. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, her voice also broken. "But I can't do this anymore. I can't look at you anymore without knowing that I could hurt you at any moment."

You broke down in front of her as you begged Emily to stay with you. You didn't understand what was happening at that moment. You were in a state of shock that seemed unreal, like a nightmare. "Please, Emily. Whatever you're going through that's causing you to push me away, we can get through this. We can get through this together."

But she shook her head, having already made her decision. And no one could refuse her anymore. Not even the love of her life. "No," she spoke, her voice firm and loud. "I'm sorry, but this is what's best for both of us."

With one last painful look, Emily turned and left the room without another word, her heart broken into a thousand pieces. Behind her, you were left drowning in a sea of tears, your heart shattered by the loss of the love you had hoped to last forever.

It took a while for you to regain your composure and feel emotionally stable enough to face the team and your work. You returned to the office and immediately felt the others' eyes on you. Your eyes were reddish and traces of tears could be seen on your cheeks. You tried to keep your composure, but the painful memories of the conversation with Emily made it difficult for you to think straight.

Morgan and Rossi exchanged a worried look when they saw you like that. They knew something was wrong and wanted to help you. But before they could say anything, JJ also looked up and noticed the internal battle you were engaged in. She pulled you to her desk by your upper arm as you walked past her without saying a word. "Hey, is everything okay?" She asked worriedly and you swallowed hard, feeling the emotions overwhelming you. "Emily.. she left me," you managed to say in a shaky voice that didn't fall particularly quietly from your lips.

The words hit the blonde like a blow. She didn't expect the two of you to ever break up. Gently, she forced you to sit on her desk, placing her hand sensitively on your thigh to let you know she was there. "Oh, love.. What happened?"

You sniffled and gently wiped the tears from your eyes. "She said she wasn't good enough for me and that I deserved better," you told her, your voice filled with sorrow. JJ's heart began to beat faster, unable to imagine how difficult it must be for you to be abandoned by someone you loved so much. "Baby, I'm so sorry." She spoke, squeezing your thigh, standing up to pull you into a tight hug.

Meanwhile, Morgan and Rossi had also come closer to hear what had happened and why you were crying. When they found out Emily had broken up with you, they also felt the sting of loss.

Morgan clenched his fists in anger. He couldn't believe Emily had hurt you like that. "I will kill her." He spoke and the other two of the team looked over at him, giving him a serious look before turning their attention back to you. Rossi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his expression betraying a mixture of regret and worry. "I'm sorry you have to go through this, kiddo."

"I told my mother about her, even though she doesn't exactly like my lifestyle," you began, your voice filled with sadness, muffled by the many tears that rolled freely down your face. "I lied for her. I broke rules and ignored everyone else just for her."

Morgan rubbed your back while Rossi held you and let you cry. "I cried so hard when she died to go into hiding. I lost myself during it. I thought about her constantly. I wasn't even mad when she suddenly reappeared."

JJ pushed further forward to be closer to you and you let your feelings out. She knew that touch and closeness often weren't enough to mend a heart in moments like this, but she wanted to make you feel like you weren't alone. "I wanted everything with her. I love her so much."

All three listened attentively, Morgan even had tears in his eyes. He knew how strong the bond between Emily and you had been, and the thought of you being apart hurt him deeply and frustrated him.

ᕚ---ᕘ

Emily Prentiss sat in the passenger seat of the car, staring out the window absentmindedly. The car was otherwise empty as the other members of the team stayed in the office. Only David Rossi, the colleague with whom she drove away to pick up the suspect, was there and tapped on the steering wheel.

With a sigh, the black-haired woman finally turned her head to Rossi, biting her lip. "David, can I talk to you?" She asked quietly and the older gentleman looked over and saw his colleague's serious expression. "Of course. Shoot."

She now turned her body completely towards him and struggled for words that were burning on her tongue but she was afraid to say. "It's about y/n.." she began hesitantly and Rossi turned the radio down before looking at her carefully. Emily felt a lump forming in her throat as she took a deep breath. "I broke up with her, David."

He frowned and raised an eyebrow. He knew how much she loved you and still didn't understand why exactly she did what she did. "Y/n already told me about it, Emily. Why did you do that? You two were happy together."

Emily lowered her gaze and began to play with the ring that you had once given her as a joke and she still hadn't taken it off. "I know.. But I was afraid, David. Afraid that I wasn't good enough for her. And besides.. Relationships in the FBI, especially within the BAU, are forbidden. If Strauss had found out, we would have been in trouble. One of us would probably have been transferred to another unit."

Rossi nodded slowly as he listened to her and gently placed a hand on Emily's hands. "Emily, I understand your concerns. But love is complicated, and sometimes we have to take risks to find the happiness we deserve."

Emily fought the tears that were gathering in her eyes again and bit her lip to hold them back. "But what if I made a mistake? What if I love her more than I could ever admit? I don't give a damn if I lose the job. I just want her back."

Rossi smiled softly and squeezed her thigh tightly before looking deep into her eyes. "Sometimes we have to put our pride aside and fight for what really matters to us. She may be deeply hurt, but she still loves you. Love is precious and should not be given up lightly. Listen to your heart and get your girl back."

Emily looked at Rossi gratefully as her tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders. His words touched her deeply and gave her a new perspective.

"Thanks, Rossi." She said quietly before tapping her hand on his a few times as a gesture. At that moment she knew she had to make a decision. And this time she would listen to her heart and not her head.

During the mission, Emily couldn't think of anything other than apologizing to you, her body shaking as she hesitantly stood in front of the desk you were sitting at, her heart pounding heavy and loud in her chest. She had decided to finally talk to you and make things right, but she was still trying to find the right words to start the conversation.

You sat there, engrossed in your work, not noticing that anyone had approached you. “Hey,” she spoke quietly, sitting down in the chair across from you. You didn't even lift your eyes from your paper as you just replied to her coldly. "What do you want, Prentiss?"

Emily swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper, the use of her last name causing a tug in her soul. "I want to talk to you about something, y/n. About us."

You snorted disdainfully and put the pen aside before folding your hands on the table and looking at her bitterly. "There's nothing more to say. You made your decision when you broke up with me."

Emily felt the sweat spreading on her hands, she couldn't ignore the nervous twitching in her left leg that was spreading. "But that was a huge mistake. I realized that I love you more than I could ever admit. I want to grow old with you. Please, let's talk about it."

You shook your head, your eyes shining with pain. "It's too late. You broke my heart and I can't trust you not to do it again. I can't go through this again. You know my past, Emily."

Emily looked down, unable to look at you. She felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you. But I love you, y/n. I would do anything to make it up to you."

You snorted bitterly. "Sometimes love just isn't enough. You've done enough damage, I can't let you, a person I've trusted with my entire life, hurt me any more."

The words hit Emily like a slap in the face. She could hear the pain in your voice and knew there was no way to ease it. Heartbroken, she stood up. "I will fight for you, y/n. No matter what it takes." She spoke and left your seat, knowing that she had lost the only person she had ever truly loved.

The question of whether she would ever have the opportunity to regain your trust and love remained shrouded in an uncertain fog of hope and doubt, and the path to your heart seemed to be paved with insurmountable hurdles and endless pain.

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? I've an ideas : Person A and person B get asked the question of when the other person fell in love. person B's face lights up with mischief and begins to tell the most embarrassing story ever while person A has their head in their hands. You decide who is who. Just something fluff and fun. Thanks!!

The night we first met - James Vowles x StrategistWife! Reader

Plot: You are being interviewed for a Podcast that you and James were asked to do ahead of the 2025 season an get asked about how you guys first ever met.

Credit to jamesvowles for the GIF

"Here today, we've got two incredible people in the motorsport world and may i say one of the most iconic couples in motorsport with us on the Podcast. We're so thrilled that they are here, James Vowles and Y/N Vowles!" the interviewer exclaims and you both smile to the boys who'd invited you onto their podcast.

"Hello, how are you boys?" you smile at them kindly. You'd actually watched this specific F1 podcast for a while so when you saw a DM from them you begged James to come on with you.

"We are good, happy to have you here!" The other interviewer exclaims and smiles back at both of you.

"So, lets start with Y/N, your career into motorsports has been a bit of a roller-coaster right? Similar to your husbands actually!" he smiles looking at his card of notes and you smile before looking over at James.

"Well I unlike most I think who end up where I am now started actually driving. I did karting from ages of four to fifteen before i took part in British Single Seater which i ended up winning" you smile before looking down and sighing.

The boys pulled up a picture of you on the screen behind you, from 1997 when you were around 13 years old standing on a P1 podium place with a mini trophy in your hand.

They then switched to one which must have been taken in around 2001 when you'd won your first championship in a feeder series to F1.

"And this one taken in 2001 correct and you were 16, and you won here? James, in 2001 as well you'd just made your debut into F1 fresh out of university working for Honda BAR correct?" one of them asks and he nods.

"Yeah, i mean i was fresh out of uni in what then was a standard midfield team. Life was great!" he smiled taking you hand and kissing the back of it.

"So what happened. You should have been in F1 by now surely" he exclaims looking at you making you sigh.

"Well, everyone knows that F1 has always been a sport for the rich, even more a rich mans sport. People like Lewis Hamilton and Esteban Ocon can take the risk when they don't have the funds for it as it's way more likely for a man to be able to do it than a woman"

"My dad always told me I'd never make it and you know like most daughters i believed him and really lost my spark for it! And I think it's so amazing how far forward the sport has come with F1 Academy and the Driver Development Programme, like if I'd had the financial backing of a team then i would have had the confidence to do it" you explain and they both look really sad for you, and it was sad. It was the hardest choice you'd ever made.

"That's so sad, I think i can speak for the large majority of fans when i say you for sure would have been one of the first women win an F1 race!" one of the interviewers says and you just smile, you didn't often like to think what could have been if ... because you'd made your choice and you couldn't change that and right now with the life you had it wasn't something you would ever want to change.

"Yeah, I mean I'm happy with my life now and don't often like to think of it. I have James, I have the kids and my life is incredible and you know maybe if i was in F1 i wouldn't have bumped into James the way I did... and well" you giggle quietly.

"Yeah? How did that happen?" he asks.

"Well..." you start to laugh and James forces his face into his hands out of embarrassment.

"Please don't, it hurts my soul every time you tell this story!" he laughs awkwardly before you just laugh and continue with the story.

"Well it was 2006 and I was set to join Sauber BMW for my placement year in university. Despite no longer driving i still wanted to make my way into F1 and the only way I could now do that was through my brain. Come June 2007 when i was set to leave obviously because the University year worked differently I'd suggested an upgrade that I'd been thinking off all throughout university and it paid off as Sauber were P2 in the constructors by the end of the year" you start to explain.

"2007 in ... I want to say February at pre-season testing was the first time I met James. He was stranded at the track and i offered to drive him back to his hotel and at this point Honda were starting to struggle for money and we were talking about the teams and the possibility of a move for him. I was so concentrated on driving that there was some questions he was asking me twice!" you chuckled making the others all laugh around you.

"As we were about to cross over a intersection, our light had just turned green. I was being cautious because it was dark and there wasn't too many people around and the car behind me bibbed me to get a move on... bare in mind our light is still green and as im crossing a car coming across who had skipped the red light and a car crashed into our front spinning us around so we were facing the other way" you say calmly remembering the incident.

"I was so so embarrassed, even though James was convincing me that it wasn't my fault!"

"And it wasn't, we saw the dashcam footage which circled the internet after the whole altercation" the guy nodded in agreement with James thinking the crash definitely wasn't on you.

"I didn't end up talking to him until I joined back in post graduation with Honda, just before they turned to Brawn and I'd just finished my masters! in 2008"

"So why were you wanting to join a team that was severely financially struggling ..." one of them asks.

"Well, what can i say I've always liked an underdog. It was one of the teams i was trusted to be put in a high enough position without the experience. It was for a lower salary but i though we could really really do something"

"You were a massive part in the £1 team winning the championship correct?" he asks and you blush making James lightly elbow you.

"Stop!" you laugh at him.

"You were though, you pushed us through many months of hardship where we thought we weren't going to survive!" James admits, having also worked in Brawn.

"So now that you were back together what happened?" he asks and you looked over at him.

"Oh we argued all the time, we really got on Ross' last nerve!" you laugh and James nods in agreement.

"He was chief strategist and i was an engineer, would we blame each other and you'd often see us neck to neck in the paddock when something went wrong" you giggled.

"Yeah thats where the iconic picture of Jenson Button holding you back as your trying too ... I don't even know what you were trying to do honesty" he chuckles looking at the picture making you both chuckle.

"I think she was trying to strangle me... and now that we are married I can for sure tell you guys this time was defiantly my fault" he nods looking down a little bit.

"So how did you guys end up dating. You started dating after Mercedes overtook Brawn and you guys both remained there correct?" he asks and you both nod.

"I think, as much as we enjoyed our time at Brawn there was so much anxiety and pressure on and off track... and I think there was a lot of tensions" James says and you nod.

"I'd always looked up to James but i was still pretty embarrassed about the whole car crash incident and with all of the stress in the team I think for me it just turned into a self defence mechanism..." you grin, knowing this was the bit where James always got embarrassed.

"We were at the celebrations in Abu Dhabi and when we were celebrating knowing we'd one James ... kissed me ... on the lips and it was so random and quick. He pulled back looking so awkward and for a few moments was panicked ... i still don't know why!" you laugh looking over at him.

"Thought you were gonna report me to HR... but I'd had feelings for you since the car accident and I never stopped thinking about you even in our loss of contact..." he smiles pulling you into a small forehead kiss.

"Woah, thats so crazy we never knew there was a whole story since what 2007 behind the pair of you!" the interviewer smiles and you nod.

"Yeah we got married in 2016... the year i became Nico's race engineer as a promotion. Massive year too where we won constructors and drivers. I don't think Lewis spoke to me for a whole year after that" you laugh remember 2016 to 2017 being awkward.

"Is that what made you make the move later on?" he asks, once Nico left you became Valterri's race engineer when he joined.

"Not at all, I loved my time at Mercedes but there were other challenges out there for me. James understood that and once i saw Lando join McLaren i knew there was a good thing starting there. It was a British brand so you know it wouldn't effect me, or the anyone else so it was the perfect opportunity and i was at the same level as James so it was like we were competing" you laugh.

"And you became chief strategist, which is so so impressive you've really had the incredible career haven't you?"

"You know, I don't know where i'd be if it wasn't for the night we first me" you say looking over at James tears welling in your eyes a little. He drove you to be better at your job... he and the life you'd created with his was the most important thing ever to you.

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[fadingplaidlibrary]

use your words. 💋

pairing: sdv!harvey x gn!reader. SMUT, 18+, minors dni

word count: 643

notes: subby harvey x gentle dom reader. no plot, just horny. reader described as topless, no gender/sex/genitalia specified. harvey uses he/him pronouns, no genitalia specified. no beta or edits, all typos and mistakes are my own etc. i do not consent for my work to be uploaded elsewhere. enjoyyyy <3

harvey wasn't sure which one of you had started it. he remembers the two of you lounging on the couch together, then sliding to the floor with you in a pile of blankets and limbs. he vaguely remembers you teasing him, smiling at him like you were hungry for something... it started with a kiss, didn't it? -- or maybe it started when he slid his fingers under your shirt? -- or when you tugged on his hair, threw the pillows down, maybe then... but here he was now, sitting shirtless on a cushion on the floor between your thighs, his back pressed against your bare chest. he felt like he was floating, or perhaps falling. where were his glasses? and could he be any more sensitive? your hands were just so warm against his still-clothed thighs. you kept kissing and kissing and kissing his neck. how did he get here? how did he get this lucky? how did his hands land on top of yours to guide them - "right there?" just so close, and then- "not yet, baby, shhh..." you murmured the words into his shoulder, and a desperate, whiny kind of noise shuddered through his chest and out of his open mouth. was he panting? "please, i- fuck - more, ple-" your hands massaged at the apex of his thighs, so close to where he needed you, and he gasped. you leaned forward slowly, pressing him upright, and whispered, "stay." he did, of course he did, his eyes soft and unfocused and his lower lip now caught between his teeth. you slowly pressed one gentle kiss after another across his broad shoulders, warm and easy, while your hands wandered across his torso. harvey tried to focus, tried to breathe while the fire under his skin followed your touch, your lips, your blunted nails now ghosting over his chest, lightly combing through the hair there. he was shaking, he was sure his skin was blushed all over, but he stayed put. and when you finally leaned him back against your warm chest again, he turned his head and helped himself to a kiss. "p-please..." he begged oh-so-sweetly. his eyes were closed tight, his whole body trembling in your arms, and you knew what he needed. "please what, my love?" you teased him, kissing the tip of his nose. you didn't plan on teasing him for much longer, but you you couldn't help savoring him. "touch me, please," he whispered, barely audible over the rustle of blankets, the pounding of two heartbeats. you let your thumbs glide across his nipples slowly, agonizingly slowly. his eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, he looked just... so far gone. "poor thing," you crooned, pressing a kiss to his forehead, all hot to the touch and sheened with sweat, "i am touching you." harvey groaned and pressed his face into the crook of your neck. his own hands grabbed at your bare thighs on either side of his, desperate for more warmth, more touch, more of you. in between rough, shaky breaths, he pressed his lips to your skin, leaving sloppy marks behind with his teeth. harvey knew he'd have to use his words eventually -- and he felt himself throbbing at the thought -- but just for now, he was lost for words, lost in the mess you were making of him. your hands drifted down, just low enough to hook your thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, tug them lightly, and let the elastic snap back against his skin. his hips bucked up instinctively, chasing the feeling, as he let out a choked groan. he looked, sounded, smelled desperate, and you were basking in it. you knew what he needed, knew how close he was to falling apart in your arms. but if the good doctor didn't use his words... it was going to be a long night.

[keen-li]

Imagine being angry with jungkook and ignoring him, for whatever reason.

He knows he's in the wrong so he can't defend himself instead all he can do is beg.

Beg you.

"Are you still mad?" Stupid question to ask when he can see smoke exit through you ears like in the cartoons.

You chop away at the vegetables and if he wasn't careful it would be his finger.

He moves to stand behind you his figure so close to you, you can smell his scent which haunts you and like a drug slightly calms you.

But you're still mad.

"I'm sorry" he says in that low ego less voice. His head lowers to Bury himself in your neck.

He doesn't kiss just rests there.

"I'm really sorry"

"Prove it" that's that's only thing you say. And he can't even tell what your tone is.

"Huh?"

"Prove you're sorry"

Jungkook chuckles knowing the game you're playing. But he's gonna to play if it's the only way you're going to forgive.

Plus he loves the game too.

He turns your body abruptly to face him.

"I'll prove it." He says before your eyes lower to watch him get on his knees.

Fuck you were getting wet just from seeing him on his knees.

And jungkook was getting excited just being eye level with your cunt which was cover by your shorts.

Jungkook wanted to rip them off so bad but he had to wait.

He kisses your naked thighs. Places some kisses all over your thighs and also leaves some hickies on your inner thighs.

"Will you let me eat you out to prove how sorry I am?" His eyes look up to you. "Please..." he whines.

You're quiet still debating if you'll give him the pleasure of your answer.

"As my punishment" his hands continue to caress the skin of your thighs.

"It's not a punishment if you enjoy it." you smirk down at your boyfriend trying to bargain.

He chuckles knowing you're right but he thought he'd get away with.

His eyes roam your thighs and the silence intensifies the sexual tension.

He eyes your cunt through those teasing shorts and he can only imagine how wet it's dripping for him right now.

And you want to play nonchalant.

He's getting impatient.

"So are you gonna let me eat your pretty cunt or not baby?"

🍃

Go on... answer the man 🤭

Wtf would I say. Idk, but It wouldn't be a no😫

[moeblob]

What Deacon thinks: what did that mean? did he want me to wear a collar too? why else would he mention my neck? i mean, if he /asked/ me i would wear one but he didn't so would wearing one be weird?

What Ymber meant: It's nice to be near someone who isn't tethered to this world to serve it with a physical reminder for all to see.

[derpinette]

SPERG YOUR HEART OUT

[anxiously-sidequesting]

In inspiration of that Whoopsy-Daisy wiki Ice Fail Moment™🤪, please reblog and/or tag with your personal Ice School/Magic/Wizard headcanons or stories because I know fuck all about Ice wizards and y'all need some love ot seems like

[fearthefuzzybear]

absolutely DYING over @2hoothoots's future superstars au and staring at the performer archetype. it was a good excuse to practice animation again!

[reblog-house]

Of course. First Grian asks to be friends and he can't accept because opposite day and now Cleo asks to be friends and he can't accept because villain and now boogie. Why does the secret keeper hate him. PLEASE.

[wowifinallymadeanaccount]

"Whomevers pursuing whom in this very moment, I intend to eat them."

HANNIBAL I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD YOU ARE STRESSING ME THE FUCK OUT WITH YOUR COCKY LITTLE CHEEKY REMARKS THAT I KNOW ARE NOT ABOUT FISH JELLY

I love you so much and I know you have plenty of experience while I am literally laid here in bed in stitch pyjamas but oh my god

[snekdood]

me when its an aesthetic pic with a skinny tall white woman: 😒🙄😴

me when its literally any other type of woman or a woman with only one or two of the above traits: 😍🥰😊

[aecholapis]

Every June, our city's public transport company puts a pair of little pride flags on the trams but I couldn't take a good picture of the most colorful one. Below is a picture of a regular looking tram with the flags on top.

[complicitsacrilege]

There’s something so dystopian about calling the health insurance marketplace and still hearing the “get your lifesaving COVID-19 vaccine today” announcements on the hold recording. The whole “the more people can get vaccinated the faster this pandemic will end” going on year 4 of this shit is just so nauseating.

[tibtew]

I've seen a lot of fanart of non-possessed kenjirou with medical equipment but. that man would scream at the sight of blood ngl