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[esposamultifandom]

ours ― mv1

pairings: max verstappen x redbull!strategist!reader

summary: max keeps on flirting with redbull’s strategist, but that’s just it right? it’s only flirting? at least that’s what the public thinks

warnings: swearing, pregnancy

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yn.ln

liked by maxverstappen1, yourbff, redbullracing and 245,768 others

yn.ln new year, new me (just died my hair)

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user1 best strategist ever

user2 redbull wouldn't have won without her brain

redbullracing admin agrees with you

maxverstappen1 you look good blonde! hope you had a great new years eve 😁😁

yn.ln thank you max hope you had a great evening as well 💙

user3 are they flirting or am i delusional?

user4 oh no they are definitely flirting

user5 okay but she’s genuinely so fucking pretty like drop the skincare queen liked by maxversstappen1

user6 ikrr

user7 why did max like this lmfao

redbullracing ready for the 2025 season?

yn.ln we’re gonna get that wdc and wcc just you wait

redbullracing that’s the spirit queen

maxverstappen1 yes we fucking are

user8 max is gonna get community service again

user9 her face card never declines

user10 the fact that she’s pretty and smart 😍 liked by creator, maxverstappen1

yourbff my prettiest girl

yn.ln literally fucking love you so much mwah

user11 i want to date her so bad

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maxverstappen1

liked by redbullracing, yn.ln, landonorrris and 876,567 others

maxverstappen1 life during break>>>

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user1 never SMASH so fast in my life before

user2 second slide omg!! is that his girlfriend?

user3 or it could just be a friend

user4 or it could be charles

yn.ln are you leaving redbull to become a bartender? are we not enough for you

maxverstappen1 of course you are enough for me

user5 she how he specifically says “you” and not “you all which means he specifically is talking about yn

user6 one thing i count on in life max flirting with yn (very pathetically but it’s funny so)

redbullracing enjoy your break and come back recharged to win races 💪🏻

user7 redbull really is on his ass all the time

maxverstappen1 you bet

user8 who let helmut use the insta account

user9 bartender max save me

landonorris you’re a horrible ice skater and bartender just fyi

maxverstappen1 who asked

landonorris what are you 5?

maxverstappen1 yeah five feet taller than you

user10 so that’s just lando in the second pic?? dammit i thought it would be yn :(

user11 so real tho

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redbullracing

liked by yn.ln, maxverstappen1, liamlawson30 and 999,568 others

redbullracing a little appreciation for the people behind the scenes

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yn.ln an entire slide for me? omg ty admin

redbullracing 💙💙

user1 redbull employees being chaotic is so funny to me tbh

user2 then playing hoola hoop with the pole position trophy 💀💀

yn.ln we just got that dawg in us

maxverstappen1 thank you so much to all these people without them our team wouldn’t be successful

user3 lowkey feel like this is solely targeted to yn

user4 okay but this is honestly so nice of him

user5 redbull my beloved

user6 not yn exclusively wearing max merch

user7 they NEED to be endgame

user8 they would make such a good couple to be honest

redbullracing that is against team policy (but there are always exceptions 👉🏻👈🏻)

user9 nah not redbull itself saying they ship ynmax

user10 the whole team probably ships them

liamlawson30 please let me win a race or two as well

yn.ln of course I will dw, prove the haters wrong kiddo

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yn.ln

liked by maxverstappen1, redbullracing, yourbff and 678,567 others

yn.ln everyday i wake up and choose to love myself and him 💗

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user1 opened insta and this was the first thing i saw.. wdym the queen’s taken?

user2 nooo i thought she would end up with max

user3 what if, just what if that is max?

user4 i NEED for that to be max

yourbff do i mean nothing to you anymore?

yn.ln no ofc not baby, you’ll always be my first love

yourbff 💋💋

user5 yns wattpad lesbian story arc popping out of nowhere

maxverstappen1 well that sure is one hell of a lucky man to be loved to by you

yn.ln he is..

user6 max lmfao wtf

user7 guys hear me out, maybe it is max! because why else would he comment this unless he’s the man

user8 guys we lost a real one today

user9 like anyone even had a chance with her

redbullracing we like you both so much

yn.ln hehe

user10 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

user11 it’s max right? please tell me it’s our dutch boy

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f1wagsofficial

liked by user1, user2, user3 and 889,568 others

f1wagsofficial 2024 silly season kicks off with this picture going viral and sources claiming it to be max and yn. we still have no clear confirmation so keep up to stay updated

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user1 please be max and yn!!

user2 silly season never disappoints

user3 guys my friend was in Nice the other day and she did in fact see max and yn together

user4 i was there too!! yn and max looked so happy

user5 don’t do this don’t give me hope

user6 maybe her and max are just friends, girls and guys can have platonic relationships yk

user7 while i do agree with your statement, yn and max literally fucking flirt with each other in insta comments

user8 are you blind or just stupid?

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maxverstappen1

liked by yn.ln, victoriaverstappen, charles_leclerc and 998,567 others

maxverstappen1 the difference one year makes

thanks @yn.ln for choosing to spend the rest of your life with me and for making me a father Ik hou van je 🩷

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user1 omg no fucking way!! they were married this entire time?!?!

yn.ln and thank you for making me your wife and a soon to be mother, love you 💗

maxverstappen1 the pleasure was all mine liefje

user2 MAXYN NATION WE WON!!!

user3 frfr not only have they been married for a year but they’re also having a baby 🥹🥹

user4 help this does not feel real

victoriaverstappen can’t wait to meet the little one

yn.ln you’re gonna be the best aunt 🩷

maxverstappen1 💙💙

user5 haha now my friends owe me ten bucks each so thank you yn and max for being in a relationship and congrats on the baby

user7 we’re sorry, you were right queen

yn.ln glad we could be of help

landonorris oh thank god! this was a very difficult secret to keep you know

maxverstappen1 i was so scared you were gonna reveal us

landonorris the lack of trust is diabolical

yn.ln don’t listen to him lan, I’m proud of you for keeping the secret

landonorris thanks yn. look max this is how you be grateful learn from your wife

user8 their baby is gonna have the best genes fr

user9 DILF!max save me

user10 on my knees for dad!max content

yn.ln same tbh

user11 yn you absolute queen

redbullracing our future driver

maxverstappen1 we’ll see about that…

yn.ln or startegist

user12 yn and max being cannon and being a family is so precious to me

[esposamultifandom]

Reblog daily for health and prosperity

[esposamultifandom]

⁺｡˚⋆˙Imagine being named like a tank ? | OP81⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: Charles Leclerc x iceskater!user ( she her ),

genre: social media au,

warnings: Cursing, overuse of the word bitch 'affectionate' , Charles getting bullied

summary: in which Charles is getting bullied by his best friend but doesn't care because he is a simp

fc: Evgenia Medvedeva

instagram ->

liked by pierregasly, alexandratrusova and many others

yourusername : Imagine being the sidekick of your dog ? Lame I would neeever. Happy birthday idiot, bitch or whatever

tagged : charles_leclerc

pierregasly : 🍿​🍿

charles_leclerc : Pierre ?? You are supposed to support me ?? pierregasly : sorry but Leo is pretty cool

charles_leclerc : Day 100 342 or getting bullied by my best friend ...

yourusername : Imagine being lame and counting the days where your incredible best friend dedicace a whole fucking thread for your ? charles_leclerc : Imagine swearing on your Instagram account ? I would never yourusername : Blocked.

user7 : A friendship like that pretty please :)

user6 : A friendship ??? Let's be for real man. If something he is just a pathetic one trying to get in yn pants user7 : Gross, that's people like you that makes boy and girl friendship impossible

lando : Quit being his best frend I am looking for one

yourusername : If you quit being akward around Oscar charles_leclerc : Back off, I called dibs first oscarpiastri : Why am I brought into this ? lando : Nevermind

liked by lando, oscarpiastri, pierregasly and many others

charles_leclerc : Imagine being so lame that you show your best friend on live TV after getting silver ??? Could never be me

tagged : yourusername, alinazagitova

yourusername : BITCH

yourusername : Imagine being so lame that you can't even put a single step on the ice ???

sebastianvettel : I guess she roasted you charles_leclerc : SEBASTIAN ? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE sebastianvettel : Sorry I don't know how to reply to a comment, Pierre didn't tell me how to. charles_leclerc : Okay fair enough charles_leclerc : WAIT NO WHAT

user1 : Pretty pretty pretty

charles_leclerc liked this comment

user2 : Charles is way much stronger than I am

user8 : When he is roasting you on Internet >>>>

liked by charles_leclerc, alexandratrusova, lando and many others

yourusername : When your best friend ask you to go with him to the FIA awards so you accept because you can gossip with pierregasly and georgerussell

tagged : pierregasly, georgerussell, dior and charles_leclerc

pierregasly : Yes yes yes gossip time

georgerussell : 🍵​🍵​ yourusername : I'll be so british and sip the tea

charles_leclerc : Lame ass you begged me to be my plus one

lando : Can I gossip ?

yourusername : No we are gossiping about yo and Oscar oscarpiastri : Once again why am I brought there ?

user19 : HOT AS HELL

user : Rocking Dior more than anyone rocked Dior

Twitter ->

Instagram ->

liked by yourusername, pierregasly and many others

charles_leclerc : Okay, well perhaps she is my girlfriend ... At least she wears red

Ferrari : She'll get Pr training

yourusername : I'll not charles_leclerc : If my girl don't want it then she won't do it <3

yourusername : AHA LAME GIRLFRIEND APPRECIATION LOSER

charles_leclerc : I am breaking up with you pierregasly : NO I WON'T DO 10 YEARS OF PINNING AGAIN

user3 : Pierre has suffered from it

user9 : Do I want to be her or be with her ?

yourusername : Now Lando and Oscar you kiss please

lando : BITCH SHUT UP oscarpiastri : ???

liked by pierregasly, alexandratrusova, oscarpiastri and others

yourusername : Yeah well apparently I have a boyfriend

tagged : charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc : See how she treats me ? Not a single picture were we see my face ?

yourusername : I just date you for Leo duh not your lame face charles_leclerc : Okay, I see how it is next race I'll go and kiss Pierre instead pierregasly : I am waiting babygirl charles_leclerc : .... Yn save me

oscarpiastri : My brother and mother >>>> my father

charles_leclerc : Will someone ( not Pierre ) stand with me ? lando : No <3

yourusername : I love you, I guess. Ugh.

charles_leclerc : Someone screenshot that

user6 : so cute

[esposamultifandom]

POLAROIDS

masterlist

18+ MINORS DNI

theodore nott x fem!reader

synopsis: you've never been particularly confident in yourself, which is why you decide to take some flattering polaroids of your body. but what happens when they end up in the wrong hands?

warnings: SMUT, slight dubcon, p in v sex, masturbation (m receiving), jacking off over photos, body worship, oral (f receiving), breeding kink kinda, theo is a desperate little slut, reader is a perv (theo is also kind of a perv)

wordcount: 3.9k

a/n: this is the first time i've written smut in like two years, so i hope this does me justice as i try and get back into the swing of things again!

"Shit, shit, shit!" You curse, rifling through your drawers. "They're gone. They're gone, Pans!"

Pansy walks up beside you, staring into your drawer of clothes with confusion. "What's gone, exactly? All you told me was that you did something special."

You tip your head back, staring at the ceiling.

"The polaroids." You groan. "Where the fuck are they?"

"You took polaroids?" Pansy asks, her voice seeming intrigued now. "What of?"

"Me." You say, spinning to face her. "Me with... not a whole lot of clothes on."

Pansy's mouth pops open, shock and delight colouring her features. "Oh my god. You naughty thing!"

You purse your lips at her. "Thank you, but not the point right now. They're missing, which means someone has them, or I've lost them and someone will find them, or-"

"Woah, woah." Pansy's hands come up to grasp your shoulders. "Relax, okay? We'll figure out where they are. There's every chance you've misplaced them somewhere in here, which means if someone does find them, it'll only be one of us girls. We're the only ones that come in here."

The blood drains from your face. "And Theo."

Pansy cocks her head. "What?"

You swallow harshly. "Theo comes in here to hang out with me sometimes. What if he sees them?"

Pansy raises an eyebrow. "Trust me, I don't think he'd be complaining."

You squint at her. "What's that supposed to- nevermind. Not the point. The point is, they're in here somewhere, and we have to find them before someone else does."

Pansy rolls her eyes. "Fine, we can talk about Theo's burning love for you later."

Your cheeks flame. Burning love? "I don't know what you're talking about, he's my best friend."

"First of all," Pansy scowls. "I'm offended that I'm not your best friend. Second of all, if you think that man is just friends with you, you're delusional."

You frown back at her, choosing to ignore her words entirely and resume hunting for the elusive pieces of film. You tear through the piles of clothes while Pansy rifles through your desk and piles of parchment.

"Why did you take polaroids of yourself like that anyway?" She asks, some time later while you're still searching. "Who are they for?"

You look over at her from your cross legged position on the floor. You were on your final drawer in your tall-boy, with still no sign of the pictures.

"For myself." You mumble. "You know I've had... issues with my confidence. I thought this might help."

Pansy nods, no hint of judgement on her face. "Makes sense, I buy myself fancy lingerie for the same reason. Makes me feel beautiful and powerful."

You exhale softly, relieved at the understanding that has passed between the two of you. "That's what the polaroids did for me. Made me feel pretty."

She nods. "I should hope so, you are pretty."

Your cheeks glow at the compliment and you duck your head.

"Thanks." You mutter.

A few minutes later, Pansy groans. "I don't think we're going to find them."

Panic bubbles in your chest.

"We have to find them." You gasp. "They can't- they can't have gone missing. If anyone sees them- god, I'll be a fucking laughing stock, Pans!"

Pansy is up out of her chair and crouching beside you in seconds.

"Hey." Her hands find their way to your shoulders. "Breathe, Y/N. We'll figure it out. No one has been in this room since you took them, right? Which means they're still here somewhere. We'll find them, we can just take a break for a bit, though. Okay?"

You force your lungs to expand and contract at a normal pace, waiting for your heart to stop racing. Still slightly panicky and trembling, you look at Pansy and give her a weak smile in thanks.

She smooths a hand over your hair. "Why don't you go and find Theo? Take your mind off things for a bit."

That sounded like a good idea, but the devious wink Pansy gave you made it clear exactly what taking your mind off things meant in her eyes.

"Hilarious." You mutter. "I will go and see Theo, though. And not for the reasons you're implying."

Pansy rolls her eyes. "One day, the two of you will just fuck and I'll be able to say I told you so."

You make a face, and stand up, dragging her to the door with you. "Okay, that's enough of you. I'm leaving, so are you. I'll see you at supper, yeah?"

Pansy giggles as she's pushed out of your dorm. "Yeah, I'll see you at dinner, but I imagine you'll be too full to want to eat anything."

"Pansy!" You yell, as she flits down the corridor away from you, still laughing. Sighing, you drag a hand down your face and head in the opposite direction towards Theo's dorm.

Once there, you lift your hand to knock, but a muffled groan stops you. You pause, and listen. There it is again, a soft groan coupled with the wet sounds of moving skin.

You scrunch your nose. You were no stranger to Theo's popularity with the female population at Hogwarts, but you'd never actually stumbled on the evidence of said popularity. You shake your head in exasperation and turn to leave when a quiet pant of your name sounds from behind the door.

You freeze, staring in disbelief at the door, wondering if maybe you'd heard wrong or-

Nope. There it was again. Your own name, said with Theo's unmistakeable voice. Was he...?

No. There was no way. The best thing to do right now, would be to walk away, or to at least knock and give him time to sort himself out before answering the door.

But as your hand inches towards the door handle, a small twisted part of you decides that you want to catch him unawares.

Before you can think too hard about it, you crack the door open slightly, thankful for Theo's tendency to keep it unlocked and the hinges oiled.

His dorm room is quite dark, lit only by a single candle on his bedside, so it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the gloom.

When they do, however, the sight has your body freezing and your lips parting in shock and... something else you weren't brave enough to name.

Theo is propped up on his pillows, the soft candlelight brushing his bare skin with a golden hue, highlighting the sheen of sweat covering him. His face is tense, eyes shut and mouth slightly agape, head tilted back just enough to show the pale expanse of his throat. His chest is bare, abdominal muscles flexing as his hand...

You press further against the crack in the door, your eyes wide. Theo's hand grips his cock, tugging at the length with furious haste, his hips lifting to meet each pull as his other hand grips his bedsheets tightly, veins popping out along his forearm from the strain.

You can't see much, due to your unorthodox vantage point and the dim light of the candle, but you can see enough to know that he is... sizeable.

As in, how the fuck is that supposed to fit anywhere, sizeable.

Your eyes trail lower down, until they catch on a glint of laminated paper resting on his bare thighs, just above where his pants are bunched halfway down his legs.

Your blood runs cold. Oh god, were those...?

In an effort to see better, you push closer, widening the gap of the door. What you don't account for, however, is Theo's innate messiness. His broom must have been leaning against the door, and it is sent clattering to the floor as the door opens wider.

Theo jolts upright, his eyes flying open as he grabs his wand and casts a hasty Lumos, illuminating his room, and himself, in a much brighter light than before.

And, unfortunately, illuminating you standing in his doorway.

"Y/N?" He asks breathlessly, his chest heaving and cheeks flushed with leftover exertion. He hasn't covered himself, and the light from his wand reveals more of his skin to you, including the flushed and stiff weight of his cock as it bobs against his stomach.

Theo notices the object of your attention and flushes deeper, scrambling to cover himself while muttering embarrassed apologies. In his haste, Theo knocks the pictures to the ground, and with the new light from his wand, you can see your familiar, half naked form decorating the polaroids.

Theo falls silent, staring helplessly at the fallen pictures as his mouth opens and shuts with no words coming out.

"I..." He begins finally. "Look, I can explain-"

"Were you touching yourself over photos of me?" You cut him off, incredulously, looking back up at him. Your brow furrows. "How did you even get a hold of them, they were in my dorm?"

Theo shifts uncomfortably, hands cupped over his still obvious erection. "I uh... went to look for you earlier. I went to your dorm and... they were just there. On your bed. I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry, god I'm so sorry."

Your cheeks heat. He'd just seen them? Taken them? Your cheeks burned brighter. Thought they were good enough to touch himself over? A heat of a different kind erupted low in your stomach, but you berated yourself. This wasn't a smut scene in one of your books, this was real life, and it was weird, and creepy, and-

"It's fine." You breathe instead, despite your warring thoughts. Your body's reaction was winning this battle, tingles erupting along your spine and your toes curling in your shoes.

Theo blinked. "What...?"

You laughed awkwardly. "I mean, it's weird, don't get me wrong, but I also just spent the last few minutes spying on you so it's not exactly any weirder than that."

Theo choked, staring up at you with wide eyes. "You what? You were watching me?"

You glanced between him and his various possessions as you struggled to find your words. "I mean, yes? It's makes us both even, I suppose. You were weird enough to steal lewd photos of me to wank over, I was weird enough to stand here and watch you, enjoy watching you. It makes us both even and we never have to speak about it again, right?"

Theo goes to open his mouth to reply, but a choked moan escapes his lips instead. You glance back down at his lap, finding his hand wrapped back around his cock, his thumb flicking over the flushed and sensitive tip.

"You enjoyed watching me?" He rasps, his eyes focused on you, wand forgotten but still glowing beside him on the bed.

You stand there, transfixed at the sight before you, before nodding slowly.

"Yeah." You breathe. "I enjoyed it."

Glancing back up at his face, you see his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his eyes flare with heat. So much heat.

"Are you still enjoying it?" He asks quietly, leaning back on his other hand so that the expanse of his torso and throbbing length was in clear view for you to see. The rhythmic movements of his hand stroking himself back and forth was hypnotising to you, and you almost forget his question until you catch his lips curl into a self-satisfied smirk at your blatant ogling.

"I'll take that as a yes." He murmurs, clenching his fist tighter and exhaling sharply.

"This... this isn't right, Theo." You breathe, but your traitorous body is trembling with anticipation.

"It's just me, tesoro." He says softly. "Just you and me. Come in to the room properly, close the door."

You body acts without hesitation, following his gentle instruction. You step further into his dormroom, shutting the door behind you and leaning against the cool wood.

"I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw those pictures lying on your bed." Theo continues to speak, his Italian accent rolling over the syllables with an unfairly seductive purr. "How many months I've longed to see you without your robes and sweaters and skirts, and it was like my wishes had been granted to me."

Heat prickles over your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You're silent, but so attentive to his words of praise. You'd felt confident and proud of yourself taking the photos, but it was nothing compared to seeing your best friend push himself to the brink of ecstasy over them.

"And it was better than anything I could have imagined." Theo's gentle voice is interspersed with soft grunts and pants as his hand movements grow harsher. "But I can't help but imagine if the real thing could be even better."

You blink in surprise. "You mean...?."

"Yeah." He pants. "Wanna see you, baby."

Your spine locks as pleasure tingles straight to your core. Before you can overthink it, you're shrugging off your school robes, already setting on unbuttoning your blouse beneath. Theo just stares at you, eyes locked on your hands as they bare more and more skin to his view. His breath hitches as you finally remove your shirt and set to removing your skirt, shoes and socks.

When you're finally left in just your underthings, he glances between you and the polaroids on the floor. "You... you're wearing the same..."

You nod shyly, fighting the urge to cover yourself with your hands. "I only took them earlier this morning."

Theo's eyes connect with yours, and you're stunned by the turbulent emotions swirling through them. There's lust, of course, but also a little left over fear and embarrassment, as well as something softer... warmer, that you can't quite name.

"Come closer." He whispers. "Please."

You do as he says, coming closer until his free hand reaches up to wrap around the back of one of your thighs, pulling you closer.

"So soft." He breathes, glancing up at you from his seated position. His hand skates up the side of your leg, cupping and squeezing your ass briefly before trailing over your hip and up the side of your ribs. "So beautiful."

His hand rests finally on the underside of your breast, fingers twitching with the urge to grope and grab at your body. "Please let me touch."

You nod, and he groans. "Words, tesoro. I need your words."

"Yes. Yes, Theo, you can touch me."

Shocking you entirely, he releases his cock and grips your waist with both hands, laying you flat on your back on the bed. He settles his weight on top of you, his mouth sealing itself to the sensitive skin at the crook of your neck. You gasp as he sucks and bites along the skin, writhing under the warm, solid weight of him. He bucks his hips against yours, the velvety hardness of his cock brushing against your sex over the lace of your panties.

An embarrassing mewl escapes your lips as your legs tighten around his waist, and he does it again, harder this time.

"Can I taste you?" He whispers against your neck. "I've been dreaming of this for so long, love. You've gotta let me taste you. Let me make you feel good - I promise it'll feel good."

You're nodding while you still have this wave of confidence motivating you, and make a noise of disappointment as he raises himself off you. Your disappointment doesn't last for long, however, before he's situating himself between your legs and staring at the apex of your thighs like a starving man faced with his first meal in months.

He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, looking up at you through his lashes. His mouth slides higher, and you can feel his lips twist into a grin against your skin as your breath quickens and your body shifts with impatience.

Finally, he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your clothed cunt, letting out a soft groan as his tongue laves over the lace of your underwear. His fingers hook into the fabric and he moves his mouth just long enough to tug them down and over your hips before his lips are back on you.

Your back arches and you let out a startled moan at the bare contact. Theo wastes no time, diving into you like a man possessed. The first lick of his tongue across your slit has you gasping, and your hand flies down to tangle in his brunette curls. He sets himself on you with even more intensity, trading between suckling at your clit, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, and plunging his tongue straight into your entrance, licking up every drop of your arousal. Every movement makes the tension in your stomach coil tighter and tighter until you're not sure you can handle anymore.

"Theo." You gasp out. "I can't- I'm not sure if I can-"

"Shhh." He croons against your skin. "Let it go, baby. I've got you."

He sucks harder on your clit, pairing it with a sharp nip that has you crying out his name, and the tension in your body snaps like an elastic band. Pleasure zaps through you, electrifying every nerve under your skin and making your vision blur. You're vaguely aware of Theo licking you through the aftershocks, lapping up the evidence of your orgasm as he rocks his hips against the mattress, whimpering softly.

When you begin to push his head away once the oversensitivity kicks in, he pulls away, his face wet from you; lips swollen and pupils dilated. He crawls up your body, pressing his lips to yours. You gasp as you taste yourself on his tongue, pulling him closer with a hand on the back of his neck as you yearn for more.

"How was that, tesoro?" He pants out. "Did I make you feel good?"

You nod frantically.

"More." You gasp. "I want more."

"More?" He punctuates his words with a harsh grind of his erection against your core. "You sure you can handle more?"

You nod frantically. "I can do it. I wanna do it."

He dives back in for another kiss, tangling his tongue with yours as he reaches down you free his cock fully from his pants. He moans softly into your mouth as the tip of his cock presses against your clit, and you shudder against him. He guides himself to your entrance, pulling back to look you in the eye.

"Gonna fill you up, yeah? Make you feel so good, baby. Split you apart on my cock. You want that, yeah?"

You arch further into him, raising one of your legs to wrap around his hip, opening yourself further to him.

His eyes roll back as he begins to press into you, stuttered groans escaping his lips as he pushes further, inch by inch of him being enveloped by your tight heat. You wince at the uncomfortable stretch, but lock your other leg around his hip as well, drawing him closer to you and forcing him to bottom out inside you.

"Need a second." He chokes out. "God, you're so tight. So hot and wet and perfect."

You moan your approval, giving yourself a second to adjust to his size. He's larger than anyone you've ever taken before. While he also adjusts, he reaches a hand behind your back to unclasp your bra, peeling the fabric from your body.

His eyes lock on to your chest, before he dips down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. You gasp, your body tensing with pleasure. He moans against your chest, a deep, masculine sound that has your cunt tightening around him. He switches his attention between your breasts, lavishing sucks and nips equally across both, sucking the skin so hard that you know you'll wake up with purplish marks tomorrow.

Finally, after what seems to be an eternity, Theo begins to shift his hips, and the friction send bolts of heat racing through you. He eases you into it with shallow, gentle thrusts, but it isn't long before he's reaching the edge of his control, and his hips beginning to slap against yours, your tits bouncing with the force of his movements.

He lifts his gaze to yours, watching you with parted lips.

"So gorgeous, tesoro." He murmurs. "I wish I could stay inside this pussy forever, it's like you were made for my cock."

You hum your agreement, lifting your hips slightly to meet his thrusts, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan as the new angle allows him to reach deeper, more sensitive spots inside you.

"Gonna come, Theo." You gasp out, barely able to stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head.

"Me too, love. Can I come inside you? Pump you full?" He asks, his tone almost begging as his movements lose their steady rhythm and instead slam into you with reckless abandon.

"Yeah." You whimper. "Need you to stay inside me, please."

Theo buries his head in your neck, shuddering as his body tenses and his hips stutter. Sudden warmth coats your insides, and the sheer foreignness of the feeling catapults you straight to your second orgasm, your body shaking as it forces you through your pleasure. You squirm under Theo as he fights to keep moving, just to help work you through your climax, but before long his arms give out and he slumps on top of you, his softening cock still deep inside of you.

You allow him a moment of rest before you're pushing at his shoulders.

"Can't... breathe." You choke out, fighting to inhale against the weight of him on your chest.

Theo groans and shifts to collapse next to you, his head still resting on your sweat-slicked chest and an arm wrapped around your waist.

You stare up at the ceiling, your mind going a million miles an hour as you wince at the sudden empty feeling. Your heart is racing, and no longer just with the aftershocks of the frankly mind-blowing sex. You had just crossed a line in your friendship. A major one. One you couldn't come back from.

"Relax." Theo murmurs sleepily from beside you. "I can practically feel you overthinking."

You're silent for a moment, before speaking. "What does this mean, Theo? For us?"

He ponders your question, lifting off your chest to prop his head on his hand as he lies on his side, facing you.

"I don't know." He says honestly. "But I really liked what we just did. And I really like you, so we will work it out."

You blink at him. "You like me?"

He rolls his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Of course I like you, idiot. Have done for years."

You're speechless for a while, coming into terms with this new information. "Well."

Theo laughs, a rich, affectionate sound that tugs at your heart.

"We'll figure something out, tesoro, don't stress. For now, I'm exhausted, and your tits are the perfect pillow. We'll talk about it later, okay?"

You sigh out a soft laugh, and nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he settles back on top of you.

And later, when Pansy gives you a knowing look as you walk into the great hall together, Theo's arm wrapped securely around your waist, all you do is smile.

She did in fact tell you so.

[esposamultifandom]

છ !loner!shoupe being rafe’s alibi

── ✦ .ᐟ loner!shoupe!reader

  ‧₊˚ ׁ  ׅ after the peterkin situation :

୭ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ ┈─⠀ִㅤ ░ ㅤׄ

“i can log into the system.. and cause an error so they can’t track the gun to you..” you held your phone tightly to your cheek, peering at your cracked door for any movement of your dad. rafe whispered back in response to your whispering, though he didn’t need to.

“you can do that for me, fugitive?” his low voice sounded in your ear.

you’d do anything for him. this was only the first of many instances to come that would prove that. you knew upon meeting him you would do whatever to make him stay. there wasn’t anything you were opposed to doing for him. he confided in you about his family issues which only made you feel that more protective. nothing could come between you two. neither of you would let it. what rafe did to the sheriff didn’t come close to what he would do if you were taken from him.

“of course.. i.. i don’t want them to figure out it’s yours. that would mean they’d connect you shot her. i don’t want you to go to jail, rafe. i don’t know what i’d do..”

“shh. i don’t want that, either. they think they’re testing me with this peterkin situation, if anything happens with you, i’ll show them how far i can go”

rafe’s constant reassuring words always made you swoon. no one wanted you like that. no one showed you they cared like rafe does. he showed you the standard of how you should be treated. you thrived off of it.

“but nothing’s going to happen. not with you being so good to me. what did i do to deserve you?”

you started, taken aback by his question. “i don’t deserve you. you treat me too well, i.. i can do more. i can get the cops to focus on the actual perp.. i’ll make them lock him up, you won’t have to worry..”

“no, don’t do that. you’re doing good already, it’s fine.” rafe hadn’t told you who the real perpetrator was. as much as he trusted you with his secrets, this one he still didn’t yet want to tell. you would never rat out ward, him being too close to rafe. it would only upset rafe and that was the last thing you wanted. rafe knew it would only make you more upset with ward. he didn’t need you worrying.

“okay.. i’ll call you tomorrow once i finish.”

 ‧₊˚ ׁ  ׅ visiting rafe in jail :

୭ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ ┈─⠀ִㅤ ░ ㅤׄ

“no, don’t tear up, you tried your best” rafe wished he could reach through the glass to wipe your tears. your plan to sabotage the computer system did work.. but your father came up with a different way to figure out who the murder weapon belonged to. which led to you and rafe being separated by aforementioned glass.

you softly sniffled, bringing up your sleeve covered arm that went past your wrist to swipe at your nose. “i know.. but..” you hiccuped. “..now you’re in there” your nose twitched.

“i don’t want those tears messing with my little fugitive’s pretty face. i’m not mad at you, alright?”

you sighed out a breath, collecting yourself. “okay.. do you need me to do anything? check on your sisters?”

rafe appreciated your willingness to help. you were always willing. whatever made rafe happy. even messing with the law. or talking to his sisters for the first time..

“nah, don’t talk to them. ’specially not sarah. i’ll deal with her myself” he trailed off to a mumble, slight vengeance forming in his eyes. it should scare you, the inference of what rafe would do to his sister. but you didn’t like sarah’s traitorous actions. family or not, anyone who didn’t care for rafe like you did didn’t stand out in your book. of course, you’d yet to find out what rafe did to sarah.

“okay.. anything else?”

rafe leaned closer to the glass, assessing you. “i’d love if you could visit everyday..”

“i will. i’ll come see you everyday” you rushed out before rafe could finish his sentence. he smirked at your eagerness.

“..but you can’t make your dad suspicious of where you’re going everyday.” you slightly pouted, knowing he was right. you only were able to get away and see rafe now because your dad was called to a scene. usually, he wouldn’t be letting you out of his sight.

“so.. you still got that camera, right?” he referred to your polaroid that you kept on your dresser. that you two used to take pictures of yourselves to keep. you two couldn’t always be around each other what with your dad’s relationship with rafe and reluctance to let you out of the house. “yeah..”

“could you take some pictures for me? don’t think i can go too long without seeing that pretty face.” rafe spoke with an awe to his voice. you wouldn’t get enough of his compliments.

“okay. whatever you want.” you attempted a smile at him.

୭ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ ┈─⠀ִㅤ ░ ㅤׄ

‧₊˚ ׁ  ׅ part two..

[esposamultifandom]

Use Your Words - Max Verstappen

@brekkers-whore prompt request 1 & 16 - "Did you tell her?" "Tell her what?" "So you didn't tell her." & "Because I need you. I need you and I can't explain why. I just do."

Summary: Max is crushing so hard on y/n that he has yet to say a word to her or even look her in the eye. But thankfully his friends are willing to force him to grow some balls and speak.

Word count: 1.3k

No part 2 requests please

Max remembers the first time he saw y/n. She was a friend of a friend with Daniel and she'd got a job working with RB and managed to befriend Yuki through that. He's not sure what he official title is but she sort of babysits the Japanese man, she probably works in the media/marketing part of the team but it's hard to say.

Max has yet to actually speak to her and learn anything beyond the second-hand information he's got or what he's observed.

"Mate, just go talk to her. Tell her how you feel and ask her out. You are an F1 multi-champion and you're wimping out over just talking to a woman." Daniel states rolling his eyes as he sees Max caught on her though the snaps his eyes to Daniel as he's scolded for his selective mutism. "I'll help. Y/n!"

Y/n's head snaps in their direction which makes Max's heart thump. Her soft smile and a wave before Daniel gestures for her to come over making her excuse herself from the other RB team members who seem to have a jealous glint as they watch her move over to the Aussie and Dutchman.

"Hey, guys. Need something?"

"Yeah, I need you to help me with an argument we're having." Daniel explains which understandable makes her flick her gaze to Max in confusion but he just stands, as usual when she's around, smiling awkwardly and mute with his voice failing him yet again.

Daniel is usually a pretty good wing man to have around but clearly he's lost his patience on this occasion. Max has been pining after this woman for months and hasn't even held a conversation with her.

"Oh-That's Christian. I need to talk to him. I'll let Max fill you in." Daniel states disappearing from the conversation like he's water evaporating on a hot day.

Y/n and Max both look at each other, y/n with an awkward smile since this isn't the first time she's been left with Max in an uncomfortable silence and Max looking like he's about to be sick.

"So what was it you were arguing about?" Y/n asks but Max just shrugs managing an awkward smile. "Ok. Well...it was good seeing you, I'm sure I'll see you later."

Then she walks back over to the RB team seeming to apologise for leaving the conversation as they ask her what it was about and she politely covers for Max.

She is always polite with him despite having every reason to think he's weird and dislike him for it. But any time he heard her speak about him after an interaction, she never says anything bad or nasty.

However, Daniel isn't working alone in the mission for Max to finally shoot his shot with y/n.

"Did you tell her?" Lando asks popping up out of nowhere.

"Tell her what?"

"So you didn't tell her." Lando sighs shaking his head. "She must know, it's impossible that she doesn't know."

"Bye, Lando." Max sighs walking inside while Lando hums with a small smirk.

-

It took some serious time and effort into convincing y/n to get on a jet but when Lando failed, Daniel succeeded. Having left out that it just so happened to be Max's jet and Lando may have been on duty for getting Max...not wasted, but definitely confidently drunk.

"You tricked me." Y/n whispers to Daniel about to turn around and get back off the jet when she spots the Dutchman with Lando who seems to have out drank the Red Bull driver and is quite literally under the table shouting about Max cheating at poker. "I've told you, he doesn't like me. The moment you disappear he won't utter a word-he won't even talk when you are there."

"Trust me, he likes you. He's just a dumbass." Daniel promises deciding that keeping Max's secret is too much work anymore and he's doing them both a favour by dropping more than just hints.

"Daniel!" Max exclaims cheerfully and y/n feels her jaw drop at the fact he's actually speaking around her. "And you brought y/n! Great, that's great. Welcome."

"Yep, your favourite people have arrived." Daniel laughs then moving over to grab Lando's legs and drag him out from where he'd been lying. "What you doing mate?"

"I fell." Lando smiles with a dopey element before he sees y/n. "Hi, y/n. So you made it?"

"Daniel doesn't give much choice."

"Well Lando needs water." Daniel states managing to gently grab y/n and place her in the seat next to Max before dragging Lando down the plane actually resembling a horror movie moment, but Lando is actually going willingly.

Y/n sighs softly as she looks at Max and smiles lightly at him while he grins at her, leanings head back as he watches her with clouded drunk eyes.

"Hi, Max." Y/n greets properly while Max continues to smile at her.

"Hi, y/n."

"So you do speak?"

"I'm sorry. I know I must be weird in your eyes, but I'm just...nervous." Max confuses watching her expression soften as she looks at him with softening eyes.

"You don't need to be nervous. Don't be nervous." Y/n instructs reaching her hand out to pat his hand. "I'm not nervous and I promise I could find every reason in the world to be nervous about anything and everything."

"Yeah, but you're just really good at everything. You're the best."

"I'm not the best...you are literally a champion. You're the best." Y/n laughs while Max hums then noticing her hand still on his own while she watches his gaze before he begins playing with her hand. "I'm not that scary, am I?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"-No. I mean you're not scary, it's just I'm stupid."

"You're stupid?" Y/n laughs now just really getting a good laugh out of this even if it's at Max's expense, he'd rather she be laughing then looking at him uncomfortable like she usually is. "Max...You're not stupid. You're just...awkward."

"No..." Max groans then huffing. "I don't want to be awkward. Not with you."

"Well then why are you always like that?"

"Because I need you. I need you and I can't explain why. I just do." Max states with no censoring or filtering his words while y/n's eyes widen and Lando literally slaps his forehead with his hand from where himself and Daniel are further down the plane but still managed to hear the entire confession.

The silence that follows is deafening.

He's went from not uttering a word to drunkenly confessing more than just his feelings.

"That was too much." Max finally states since he might be drunk and be calling himself stupid but he's not completely out of touch.

"Maybe we just...start a little less intense than that?" Y/n offers softly as she smiles at him squeezing his hand with her own. "We could go on a date?"

Both Daniel and Lando press their hands together and thank the gods that must be looking out for Max because there's no other way that he just managed to act like such a drunk moron and actually bag a date.

Then they give her a high five.

[esposamultifandom]

Scream Queen

Pairing: charles leclerc x horror actress!reader

summary: charles loves his girlfriend so much — and he makes it everyone else’s problem

a/n: requested by a lovely anon — while I try to keep it fairly neutral in terms of face claims, this piece was written with one in mind! Anon - I hope you like it!

a/n: this was the quickest piece I have ever written tbh — done in only a couple of hours

fc: samara weaving mostly

moviestudio

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moviestudio: are you prepared? Because Ready or Not y/n is coming to you 2/14!

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charles_leclerc: so pretty ma chérie…liked by yourinsta

user1: a Valentine’s Day horror movie? Sign me up!

↳user2: ummm no??

↳user1: wha??? But??? Please?

↳user2: no

↳user1: no even for y/n?

↳charles_leclerc: go! For y/n!

↳user2: …fine

↳user1: yes! Thanks charles_leclerc

yourinsta: this was a prime chance for some Taylor lyrics admin…

↳moviestudio: sorry queen — next time

user3: one of these days I’m gonna get here before Charles does

↳charles_leclerc: no you won’t ☺️

↳user3: I’m making it my life’s mission

↳charles_leclerc: you will fail ☺️

↳yourinsta: Charlie…

↳charles_leclerc: 🥰🥰🥰

↳user3: …to be loved like y/n is loved by Charles…

user4: I’m excited for all the photo dumps Charles is gonna have soon

↳user5: right? Like how does he have the time to visit her sets so much?

↳charles_leclerc: love! ♥️

↳yourinsta: he bribes my costars

↳charles_leclerc: ♥️♥️♥️

user6: i wonder how the grid feels about y/n?

↳user7: what?

↳user6: well he’s always talking about her in his interviews? Does he yap about her outside of them?

↳landonorris: yes

↳carlossainz55: yes

↳maxverstappen1: more then i do about anything

↳georgerussell63: With great frequency!

↳lewishamilton: all the time

↳nicorosberg: I will sometimes skip him when interviewing because I’m tired of it

↳jensonbutton: I’ll find him if I need some uninterrupted chatting time

↳user8: you mean when you’re tired of your co-host liked by jensonbutton

alex_albon: oh no…another one?

↳yourinsta: something to say albono?

↳alex_albon: well…

↳charles_leclerc: 🤨🤨🤨

↳alex_albon: nothing at all actually!

↳yourinsta: good choice!

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y/n_gossippage: as our drought of y/n red carpet looks comes to an end, I’d like to refresh our memories on how good she always looks!

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charles_leclerc: C'est la plus belle femme du monde, non? She is the most beautiful woman in the world, no?

user9: oh god i remember that blue dress…charles was so fucking tongue tied…

user10: the red one? Slayed. Slayed the house down

↳user11: oh my god yes! Stunning

↳charles_leclerc: she is always stunning!

user12: the green one at the premier of X? Changed the direction of my life

↳user13: mine too but that was because charles kept running into walls cause he was too busy staring at her

↳user12: ok but do you blame him?

↳charles_leclerc: no ☺️

↳user13: simp 🫵

↳charles_leclerc: for her? Always! 🥰🥰

user14: the pink dress for the London premiere of Pearl is my all time favorite and I won’t take any criticisms

↳charles_leclerc: same ♥️♥️

↳user14: me 🤝 charles 🤝 simping for his girlfriend

↳charles_leclerc: no 😡 only me!

↳user14: chill dude. I’m not trying to take your girl. I’m just singing her praises

↳charles_leclerc: as you should 🥰

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yourinsta: some bts for Ready or Not

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costar1: you look stunning covered in blood

↳yourinsta: don’t I??

user15: here before charles!

↳charles_leclerc: i will run you over

↳yourinsta: Charlie…we talked about this

↳user15: thank you 🙏 y/n

↳user3: I’m so jealous

↳charles_leclerc: user3 I told you you’d never be able to

user16: I’m so ready for this movie

↳user17: omg same

moviestudio: really?

↳yourinsta: sorry 🥺🥺🥺

↳moviestudio: ok i guess it’s alright queen

↳user18: ok but to be so loved by a movie studio they let these thing slide??

↳moviestudio: she is our scream queen!

↳charles_leclerc: no she’s mine!

↳user18: deep breaths dude we ALL know she’s yours liked by charles_leclerc, yourinsta

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y/n_gossippage: some more shots of y/n in Ready or Not!

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charles_leclerc: Quelle mariée magnifique tu fais mon amour. What a stunning bride you make my love.

↳yourinsta: oh my love ♥️♥️♥️

user20: can…can Charles fight? Cause good god she’s fucking stunning

↳charles_leclerc: I can! 😉

↳charles_leclerc: and I will!

↳user20: that emoji winks better than you liked by yourinsta, arthur_leclerc, maxverstappen1, pierregasly

user21: god can you imagine y/n in her actual wedding dress???

↳charles_leclerc: yes! And I am!

↳yourinsta: Charlie 🥹🥹🥹???

↳charles_leclerc: 😘😘😘

↳user22: I’m so unbelievably jealous right now you have no idea

↳user21: of who??

↳user22: both tbh

user23: god imagining the leclerc-l/n wedding…

↳user24: tbh I’m shocked that it hasn’t already happened??

↳user23: right?? What’s happening there vroom vroom guy charles_leclerc?

↳charles_leclerc: trust the process please 🙏

arthur_leclerc: this post sent charles into a minor panic attack

↳y/n_gossippage: oops 😅 sorry about that

↳arthur_leclerc: I’m not. Do it again 🤣 liked by yourinsta

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user25: she’s so fucking classy

↳user26: always liked by yourinsta, charles_leclerc

user3: I FINALLY BEAT THE FRENCH MAN TO THE COMMENTS

↳charles_leclerc: I AM NOT FRENCH I AM MONÉGASQUE liked by yourinsta

↳user3: I DONT CARE I BEAT YOU!!!!

↳user27: love that y/n is just fueling his chaos today

oscarpiastri: hello mother?

↳yourinsta: …hello oscar

↳yourinsta: really Charles? Another one?

↳charles_leclerc: he asked so politely

↳yourinsta: fine. But only if i get the American one too

↳logansargeant: yo 🦅

↳yourinsta: welcome! I need back up against the rest of them

↳logansargeant: 🫡

iamrebeccad: oh I can’t wait to catch up!

↳yourinsta: it really has been too long

↳alex_albon: charles_leclerc you immediately lost your girl

↳charles_leclerc: …I’m aware

↳carlossainz55: we both are…

user28: oh I missed the Ferrari girls liked by iamrebeccad, yourinsta

↳user29: my skin is clear, my crops are flourishing, my vision has been corrected, i'm hydrated and well nourished, the sun is shining

↳user29: the stars of Ferrari are back together! liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - When Mattheo and Delphini tease their father about being possessive enough to kill for their mother, they’re unprepared for the unsettling confirmation that he already has. Tom and Y/N’s nonchalant attitude about the ordeal leaves the teens thoroughly rattled.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - your girls going to be really busy for the next few days, so don't know if i'll have enough energy to post each day like I normally do. But Hey, I could suprise even myself. But just wanted to warn you.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

The Riddle family gathered in the luxurious sitting room of their grand manor.

A roaring fire filled the space with warmth, casting flickering shadows on the intricate wallpaper.

Y/N sat gracefully in her favorite armchair, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea.

Tom lounged beside her, the epitome of composed menace, a book resting casually on his lap. Their children—Mattheo, Delphini, and little Marvolo—relaxed on the large sofa nearby, immersed in their usual playful banter.

Mattheo, ever the instigator, leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “You know, Dad, you’re way too possessive of Mum. I bet you’ve actually killed for her.”

Delphini snorted, rolling her eyes. “Obviously. I mean, come on. He’s literally the Dark Lord. If anyone so much as looked at Mum the wrong way, they’d probably disappear.”

Their father’s emerald gaze lifted from his book, sharp and unreadable. He didn’t say anything, but the subtle arch of his brow and the flicker of amusement in his expression spoke volumes.

Marvolo, perched between his siblings, looked up at them with wide, innocent eyes. “Daddy wouldn’t really kill someone, right? That’s... bad.”

Tom’s smirk deepened, and Y/N set her teacup down with a soft laugh. “Oh, darling,” she said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Bad is such a... subjective term.”

Mattheo and Delphini exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier bravado faltering. “Wait,” Mattheo said slowly, leaning forward. “You’re not seriously saying—”

Delphini’s eyes widened. “Oh my god. You have, haven’t you?”

Tom leaned back in his chair, his long fingers idly tracing the spine of his book. “Hypothetically,” he began, his voice as smooth as silk, “if such a situation had arisen, it would have been handled with... precision.”

Y/N chuckled, a melodic sound that sent shivers down her children’s spines. “And efficiency,” she added with a wink toward her husband. “Really, it wasn’t anything to dwell on. Just a minor inconvenience.”

Mattheo blinked at them, his mouth falling open. “A minor inconvenience? Are you hearing yourselves right now?”

Delphini sat frozen, her cheeks paling. “Wait, you’re not even denying it! You actually—”

Y/N sighed, leaning back with an indulgent smile. “Oh, Mattheo, Delphini, you’re overthinking this. It’s not as dramatic as you’re making it out to be.”

Tom chuckled darkly, his gaze flicking to his wife with something akin to admiration. “Precisely. If it happened, which, let’s say for argument’s sake, it did—your mother might even have been an accomplice.”

Y/N tilted her head toward him, her expression fond yet teasing. “Right, my love. But aren’t you lucky that spouses can’t testify against each other? Such a handy little law, isn’t it?”

The two exchanged a chuckle, their shared amusement as casual as if they were discussing a particularly challenging crossword puzzle.

Mattheo and Delphini stared at their parents, horrified.

“WHAT?” Delphini finally blurted out. “You’re just laughing about it? Like it’s a joke?”

“It kind of is,” Y/N said with a shrug. “You’re the ones turning this into a big deal.”

Mattheo ran a hand through his dark curls, groaning. “I don’t even want to know who it was. Or why. Or how. Nope. I’m out.”

Delphini threw her hands in the air. “How are you so calm about this?”

Marvolo, still oblivious, tugged at his mother’s sleeve. “But Daddy wouldn’t hurt someone unless they were mean, right?”

Tom leaned forward, his expression softening as he looked at his youngest. “Only if they hurt your mother,” he said matter-of-factly. “And they’re not around to do it again, are they?”

Marvolo nodded, as though this was the most logical explanation in the world. “Okay, that’s good. I don’t want anyone to hurt Mummy.”

Y/N kissed the top of Marvolo’s head, smoothing his messy hair. “And no one ever will, sweetheart.”

Mattheo buried his face in his hands, groaning. “I regret ever opening my mouth. Why did I even start this conversation?”

Delphini let out a nervous laugh, her face pale. “Seriously. We should’ve just kept quiet. I don’t want to know this stuff—ever.”

Y/N laughed softly, exchanging a knowing look with Tom. “Oh, you’ll get over it. You’re our children, after all.”

Tom returned to his book, a faint smirk still playing on his lips. “Indeed. I would have thought you’d be proud.”

[esposamultifandom]

Everything and More | FC43

Franco Colapinto x reader

Summary: Hopeless, Franco was hopeless—hopelessly in love with a girl he wasn’t sure felt the same, but even then, he was powerless to stop falling for her, because it just felt like it was always meant to be.

Warning(s): Mild Language, Pining Franco. Idiots in love, or maybe it's just Franco whose the idiot. Only slightly suggestive, mostly fluffy. He's hopeless your honour.

''Just let me adore you, oh honey."

Franco had never been the type to believe in love at first sight, but the first time he saw Y/N step into his team briefing, clipboard in hand, sharp eyes scanning the room like she owned it, he felt something shift. She was his new PR manager, assigned to clean up the mess of his occasionally loose tongue and impulsive social media posts. He wasn’t thrilled about being babysat at first, but the moment her gaze met his, steady and unreadable, he was hooked.

Now, six months later, Franco found himself in a constant state of confusion.

She was… complicated. That was the only way he could describe her. One moment, she was cracking jokes with him, her laughter contagious, her presence electric. The next, she was all business, barely sparing him a glance as she rattled off schedules and reminded him—again—not to swear during interviews.

She had this maddening ability to make him feel like the most important person in the room and a complete afterthought all at once.

And he had no idea where he stood with her.

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Franco leaned against the wall of the team motorhome, arms crossed, as he watched Y/N pace back and forth, phone pressed to her ear. She was in full PR mode, smoothing over some minor controversy about a comment he’d made during the last race weekend.

“She didn’t have to take this job,” his teammate had teased a few weeks ago. “She’s too good for you, you know. Bet she pities you.”

Franco had laughed it off at the time, but the comment lingered. Y/N was too good for him. She was smart, sharp, and impossibly cool under pressure. Meanwhile, he was just trying to keep his head straight on the track and not let his mouth get him into more trouble off it.

She hung up the call with a sigh, finally noticing his presence. “What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re good at that,” he said simply, nodding toward her phone.

She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s my job.”

Mierda. And there it was again—that wall she always seemed to put up. Franco wanted to break through it, to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. But every time he tried, she deflected, like she was afraid to let him get too close.

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Franco wasn’t blind to the way people talked about them. His engineers teased him mercilessly about the way he lit up when Y/N walked into the room. Fans speculated about their relationship every time they were spotted together. Even the reporters had started asking questions, their sly smiles making it clear they’d noticed the way he always brought her up in interviews.

“Y/N does a great job keeping me on track,” he’d said during a press conference. “I’d be lost without her.”

He meant it, but the knowing chuckles from the journalists made him cringe. Did he really make it that obvious?

Apparently, he did.

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It wasn’t that Y/N didn’t care. Franco could see the way she went above and beyond for him, always defending him in meetings and crafting strategies to protect his reputation. But it felt… impersonal, like she was doing it out of obligation, not because she cared about him as a person.

Or maybe she did care, and she was just really good at hiding it. Franco couldn’t tell.

He hated feeling this unsure, this vulnerable. On the track, everything was straightforward—push the car to its limits, fight for every position. Off the track, with Y/N, it was like trying to navigate a circuit blindfolded.

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One evening, after a long day of media obligations, they found themselves alone in the team lounge. Y/N was typing furiously on her laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. Franco watched her for a moment, debating whether to say something.

“Do you ever take a break?” he asked finally.

She looked up, startled. “What?”

“You’re always working, yes? Don’t you ever just… relax?”

She blinked at him, then gave a small laugh. “Relaxing isn’t really in my job description.”

“Well, maybe it should be,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You’re going to burn yourself out.”

Y/N tilted her head, studying him. “You’re one to talk,” she said, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. “You never stop either.”

“Si. I am, but that’s different,” Franco said. “I’m chasing a dream. You’re… chasing me around, cleaning up my messes.”

Her smile faded, and for a moment, he thought he’d said the wrong thing. But then she sighed and closed her laptop. “It’s not so bad,” she said softly.

Franco’s heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it was the closest she’d ever come to admitting she didn’t completely hate being around him.

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As the weeks went on, Franco found himself looking for moments like that—small cracks in Y/N’s armor where he could see the person beneath the professional facade. He noticed the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her favorite books, the way she relaxed when they were away from the cameras and just talking.

And he noticed the way his chest tightened every time she smiled at him, the way his pulse quickened when their hands brushed accidentally.

He was falling for her, hard and fast.

But he couldn’t tell if she felt the same way.

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One night, after a particularly grueling race weekend, they found themselves sitting on the hood of his car, staring up at the stars. Franco had won the race, and Y/N had managed to keep the media frenzy under control. It should have been a moment of pure celebration, but there was a tension between them that he couldn’t ignore.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he said, breaking the silence.

Y/N shrugged. “Just tired.”

“Mentirosa,” he said, grinning.

She gave him a look, but there was no real heat behind it. “Fine. I’m thinking.”

“About what?”

She hesitated, then shook her head. “Nothing important.”

“Y/N…” Franco began, but she cut him off.

“Don’t,” she said softly.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t make this… complicated,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Franco’s heart sank. Was she telling him to back off? To stop hoping for something that wasn’t there?

But then she looked at him, and for the first time, he saw something in her eyes that gave him hope.

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The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of races, interviews, and late-night strategy meetings. Franco tried to focus on his driving, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N. He couldn’t stop wondering what she was thinking, what she was feeling.

And he couldn’t stop hoping that maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way he did.

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It all came to a head one evening after a particularly heated argument. Franco had been frustrated with a media narrative that painted him as reckless, and Y/N had been trying to get him to see the bigger picture.

“¡Joder! You don’t get it!” he’d snapped. “You don’t know what it’s like to have everyone watching your every move, waiting for you to screw up.”

“And you don’t know what it’s like to clean up after you,” she shot back. “Do you think it’s easy, constantly defending you, constantly trying to fix things?”

“Why do you even do it, then?” he demanded.

For a moment, Y/N just stared at him, her eyes blazing. Then she took a deep breath, her expression softening. “Because I care,” she said quietly.

Franco froze, the weight of her words hitting him like a freight train.

“Y/N…”

She shook her head. “Don’t read too much into it,” she said, turning to leave. “Just… try to be a little more careful, okay?”

But Franco couldn’t let it go. He grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “I care too, hermosa” he said, his voice trembling.

She looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, neither of them said anything. Then, slowly, she smiled.

Weeks later, they were back to their usual bantering, the moment that happened between them felt like something he had made up in his head, but it couldn't be, not when she would catch his eyes and look away, a blush on her pretty face.

Franco liked to think it was him that made her blush, but he doesn't like getting too ahead of himself, at least, not with her.

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Franco was early. Not just a little early, but embarrassingly so. Sitting in the café, he adjusted the collar of his shirt for the third time in as many minutes, trying to look nonchalant. It didn’t work.

The barista behind the counter threw him an amused glance as if she could sense his nerves from across the room.

He shouldn't have come this early. He shouldn’t have come at all. Inviting Y/N out for lunch was supposed to be a casual way to smooth things over after their last—let’s call it a disagreement. But now, with the seconds ticking by and the realization that Y/N might misinterpret this entire thing, Franco’s nerves were hitting overdrive.

The café door opened, and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. It wasn’t her. Just some stranger carrying a laptop bag. Franco exhaled, glancing down at his phone. No messages. No sign of her.

He checked the time again. Five minutes early. It would be rude to text and ask where she was.

Maybe he should leave, pretend this never happened. But before he could finish that thought, he felt the shift in the air. A warm gust of January wind hit him as Y/N stepped through the door, her presence immediately commanding the room like she always did.

“Hello, Franco,” she greeted, sliding into the chair across from him with an ease he could never muster. She tilted her head slightly, an amused smirk playing on her lips. “You’re early.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing despite himself. “Well, I didn’t want to be late.”

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. “You’re never late.”

“Si. Exactly,” he said, as if that explained everything.

Her eyes scanned the menu, her demeanor cool and collected as always. “So, why am I here?”

Franco blinked. “What do you mean?”

She gestured around the café, her fingers lightly drumming on the table. “This doesn’t feel like a ‘Franco needs PR advice’ kind of meeting. You called me here for something. What is it?”

“I just thought we could… you know, have lunch, and maybe a coffee” he said, though it sounded weak even to his own ears.

“You don’t drink coffee.”

“I do now.”

She hummed as she picked up the menu. Franco didn't know if he should feel relieved or suspicious of how fast she had let the matter drop, but for now, he could just enjoy looking at her when she wasn't focused on him.

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Franco couldn't focus on the menu, not with her sitting across from him, flipping through hers with that quiet intensity she always seemed to carry. The café noise faded into the background; all he could see was the way her lashes brushed her cheek when she blinked, the slight furrow of her brow as she considered her options. She didn’t even realize how effortlessly she commanded his attention.

Hopeless. That’s what he was. Hopeless and entirely stupid.

“Are you even reading that?” she asked, not looking up from her menu.

Franco blinked, realizing he had been staring at the same item for the last five minutes. “Uh, Si. Of course. I’m just... indecisive.”

Y/N smirked, setting her menu down. “You’re always indecisive.”

“Not always,” he protested weakly, though he knew she was right. Around her, he was indecisive about everything. What to say, what to do, how to act. She was the only person in the world who could make him second-guess himself.

She didn’t reply, instead fixing him with a look that made him feel like she could see right through him. It wasn’t fair, really, how she had this power over him. How she could unravel him with just a glance. How she didn’t even seem to realize the effect she had.

“You’re doing it again,” she said after a moment.

“Doing what?”

“Staring at me like I’ve grown a second head.”

Franco’s cheeks burned. “I’m not staring.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You are. It’s fine, though. I’m used to it.”

There it was again—that casual, offhand way she said things, like she didn’t realize how they made his heart trip over itself. Like she didn’t know he’d been walking around with her name written across his ribs for as long as since he'd seen her.

He cleared his throat, desperate to steer the conversation somewhere safer. “So, uh, what are you getting?”

“I’m thinking a latte,” she said, tilting her head thoughtfully. “What about you?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” he said before he could stop himself.

Her eyes narrowed, the corners of her lips twitching. “Once again Franco, you don’t even like coffee.”

“I like lattes,” he lied, poorly. Again.

She let out a soft laugh, and Franco swore it was the best sound he’d ever heard. “You’re a terrible liar, Franco"

“I’m not lying!”

“You are. But it’s cute,” she added, and Franco’s brain short-circuited. Cute. She thought he was cute. Did she mean it? Was she teasing? He had no idea, and it was driving him insane.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she studied him. “Okay, you’re acting weird today. What’s going on, Franco?”

“Nothing,” Franco said quickly, too quickly.

She arched an eyebrow. “Franco.”

There it was again—the way she said his name, like it was something... special. It made his stomach twist in knots, made him feel like a schoolboy with a crush. He hated it. He loved it.

“I just…” He hesitated, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his menu. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t tell her. Not here, not now. But then she gave him that look, the one that always made him feel like he was the only person in the room, and the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

“I like you.”

The words hung in the air between them, too big, too heavy.

Y/N blinked, her expression unreadable. “You… like me?”

“Yeah,” Franco said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, more than like. I think I—” He stopped himself, suddenly terrified he’d said too much.

For a moment, she didn’t say anything, and Franco felt like the ground might open up and swallow him whole. Then, to his surprise, she smiled.

“You’re an idiot,” she said, her tone light but her eyes soft.

Franco’s heart sank. “Oh.”

“No, I mean—” She shook her head, laughing softly. “You’re an idiot because you waited this long to tell me.”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh mierda.

Franco’s breath caught. “Wait. You… knew?”

“Of course I knew,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Everyone knew. You’re not exactly subtle.”

His cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding through him. “So… what does that mean? For us?”

Y/N leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him. “It means you owe me a proper date. Somewhere nice. And maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll consider giving you a chance.”

Franco’s heart soared, a grin spreading across his face. “I’ll take it.”

She smirked, picking up her menu again. “Good. Now order your latte, lover boy.”

Fucking hopeless, Franco thought as he signaled the waiter. He was absolutely fucking hopeless. But for the first time, he didn’t mind at all.

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Franco doesn't know how they end up like this, doesn't remember the steps that led them here. One minute, they're talking—well, she's talking, and he's nodding along, pretending to listen while the curve of her lips steals every ounce of his focus—and the next, he's kissing her like a man possessed.

His hands are on her waist, firm but not too tight, and she's pinned against the wall of his driver's room, her breath hitching against his lips. The sound she makes—the smallest, softest noise—drives him insane. He can't stop, doesn't want to stop.

He's vaguely aware that this is probably a bad idea. If someone were to walk in, if someone were to see...

But then her hands find his hair, tugging him closer, and all coherent thought disintegrates.

God, she feels enchanting. No, not enchanting—something more. Something divine. Franco has kissed girls before, but none of them felt like this.

None of them made his heart pound so hard it felt like it might crack open his chest. None of them made him feel like he was unraveling and falling apart, all at once.

She's perfect, he thinks, he also thinks he's delirious.

She's art. She's everything. She should be in a museum, framed and admired and adored—but then he wouldn't get to touch her, and that's unthinkable. Franco thinks she was made to be admired. Not by everyone else, though. Just him.

He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips. down her neck, pressing open—mouthed kisses along her skin. He can taste her perfume, can feel the slight shiver that runs through her when his breath fans over her collarbone.

He wonders if she knows what she does to him, if she has any idea how much power she holds.

Her hands move to his shoulders, pulling him closer still, and Franco thinks he might lose his mind. He's never been this close to her before, never felt her like this.

It's overwhelming.

It's too much, and yet it's not enough.

It'll never be enough.

He manages to fumble the door shut, twisting the lock with one hand while the other stays firmly on her waist.

He can't let go of her, not even for a second. The thought of breaking this connection, of putting even an inch of space between them feels unbearable.

"Franco," she whispers, his name a breathless plea against his lips.

It's the way she says it that undoes him completely. Like she needs him as much as he needs her. Like she's falling apart in his hands, and only he can hold her together.

He guides her to the small massage chair in the corner of the room, his lips never leaving hers. He's vaguely aware of how ridiculous it is, how cramped the space is, but it doesn't matter.

None of it matters. All that matters is her, the way she feels beneath his hands, the way she tastes.

Franco feels like he's on holy ground, like he's worshiping at the altar of something sacred. He wants to memorize every inch of her, every sigh and gasp and shiver. He wants to lose himself in her, to let her consume him completely.

"You're unreal, mi vida" he murmurs against her lips, his voice low and rough. He doesn't even realize he's spoken until she pulls back slightly, her eyes meeting his.

"What ?" she asks, her voice soft, a little breathless.

"You're unreal," he repeats, his hands cupping her face. His thumbs brush over her cheeks, and he thinks he could spend a lifetime just looking at her. "I don't know how you're real, Hermosa."

She blinks, a soft laugh escaping her, and he swears it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

"You're ridiculous," she says, but there's a smile tugging at her lips, and her eyes are soft, and Franco thinks if he could die right now, he'd die happy.

"Maybe," he admits, leaning in to kiss her again. "But I mean it.”

And he does. With everything in him, he means it. She's everything. She's his everything. And right now, in this moment, with her in his arms and her lips on his, Franco thinks he might finally understand what it means to truly, completely live.

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The room is filled with the sound of their panting breaths, heavy and uneven, mingling with the faint hum of the air conditioning. Franco’s forehead rests against hers, their noses brushing as he tries to catch his breath. She’s beautiful like this, disheveled and glowing, her skin warm beneath his hands.

He feels a twinge of guilt at the realization that they’ve used every surface in the room except the small bed in the corner.

“Wait,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and low. He presses one last kiss to her lips, soft and lingering, before pulling back. “I’ll be right back.”

She blinks up at him, still dazed, her hair a mess around her face. “Where are you going?” she whispers, her voice like honey.

Franco just smiles, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Stay here, tesoro” he says softly. “I’m going to clean you up.”

It takes effort—more than he’d like to admit—to peel himself away from her warmth. He moves around the room, grabbing a small towel and wetting it in the adjoining bathroom. The whole time, he can feel her gaze on him, a quiet, steady weight that makes his chest feel too tight and too full all at once.

When he returns, she’s still sitting where he left her, her arms wrapped around herself in a way that feels strangely vulnerable. The sight makes something in Franco’s chest ache.

“Here,” he murmurs, crouching in front of her. His touch is gentle, reverent, as he cleans her up, careful not to rush or break the fragile intimacy of the moment. She watches him in silence, her eyes wide and soft, and Franco wonders what she’s thinking.

Once he’s done, he tosses the towel aside and straightens up, holding out a hand to her. “Come on, mi vida ” he says, his voice soft.

She takes his hand without hesitation, and he leads her to the small bed in the corner. It’s cramped and barely big enough for one person, let alone two, but Franco couldn’t care less. He helps her lie down, then climbs in beside her, pulling the thin blanket over them both.

She fits perfectly against him, her body curling into his like she was made to be there. Franco wraps an arm around her waist, his fingers trailing lazily over the curve of her hip. Her skin is warm beneath his touch, smooth and soft, and he thinks he could spend forever like this, just holding her.

For a while, they lie there in silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of their breathing. Franco lets his eyes drift closed, his nose buried in her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. It’s calming, grounding, and he feels like he’s finally found the one place in the world where he belongs.

And yet, his mind won’t stop racing.

Two months. That’s how long it’s been since they started this... whatever this is. This dance of stolen moments and teasing glances, of secret touches and shared smiles. Two months of sneaking around, of pretending like they’re being subtle when everyone around them can see the truth plain as day.

Franco likes to think they’re being discreet, but he’s not an idiot. He’s seen the way the team looks at him, the knowing smirks and raised eyebrows. They know. Hell, they probably knew before he did.

But none of that matters right now. Not when she’s here, in his arms, her breath warm against his chest.

His fingers continue to trace lazy patterns on her hip, his touch light and aimless. He feels her shiver beneath his hand, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He wonders what it would be like to love her freely. To hold her hand in public without fear of what people might say, to kiss her in the paddock after a race, to fall asleep beside her every night and wake up to her every morning.

Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? Love.

Franco’s chest tightens at the thought. He knows he’s in over his head. It’s too fast, too soon. But how can he not love her? How can he not fall head over heels when she’s so unapologetically herself?

She’s everything he’s ever wanted and everything he never knew he needed. She’s funny and stubborn and kind and maddeningly brilliant. She challenges him in ways no one else ever has, makes him feel things he’s never felt before.

He hopes she loves him too. He thinks she might. He’s seen it in the way she looks at him, in the way her eyes soften when he walks into a room, in the way she laughs at his stupid jokes like they’re the funniest thing she’s ever heard.

But still, he wonders.

Franco presses another kiss to her temple, tightening his hold on her. He doesn’t know what the future holds, doesn’t know if this thing between them will last. But right now, in this moment, with her in his arms and her breath warm against his skin, he knows there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

If this is all he ever gets, it’ll be enough. It has to be. Because this—her—feels like everything, and more.

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Thank you for reading!

I tried a new thing with writing in a more introspective way, with his thoughts. I hope you like it, I really like this type of writing and I might explore this further in future works.

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[esposamultifandom]

Your Teammate Is Hot

Your brother has had three hot teammates. The experimental one, the fun one, and the love of your life.

Oscar Piastri x reader, (past) Carlos Sainz x reader, (past) Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Warnings: age gap (23-33), smut, foreplay, fingering, blowjob, eating out (mentioned not written), anal (mentioned not written), multiple orgasms, handcuffs (mentioned not written), shibari (mentioned not written), thigh riding, cowgirl position, praise, creampie

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Oscar traced his fingers over your knuckles. He moved your hand and opened your fingers, laying your hand flat and tracing every line.

"I'm so lucky," he mused, still staring at your hand.

You hadn't taken your eyes off of him since he fell into bed beside you. Your breathing had calmed down since the events of this evening, but you were still aware of the stickiness between your thighs.

Oscar had tried to clean you up, he really had. Utilising both his tongue and a wet flannel, he had tried to lick every drop of cum from between your legs. It had still been seeping out of you as he cleaned you, so he didn't get it all.

You didn't mind, though. He had been giving you the Princess treatment since you walked through the door of his Monaco apartment, quite literally sweeping you off your feet. He kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered.

He carried you to the bed and laid you down, lips still on you. You didn't have to do anything, just lay there while Oscar brought you to orgasm again and again and again.

"I know, right?" You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and laid your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath his ear.

Before Oscar, you were a little... wild. Your brother was a big shot, always had been. Growing up you couldn't help but feel as if he was the favourite. Good at sport, his hobby was actually going somewhere. And then your baby sister started riding horses... and she was good.

You were just there.

That was why your parents asked your brother to take you to work with him. Show you the world, make you feel important.

You hated it. You hated that your parents thought you needed this. At nineteen you were doing nothing but following your twin around. You, the older twin, relying on your baby brother.

Your wild streak was to be expected.

Oscar was the calm you didn't know you needed.

He wrapped both arms around you and kissed the top of your head. "I love you," he whispered, squeezing you against him.

I love you. Oscar wasn't the first man to say it to you, but he was the first man to mean it.

You stared up at him and kissed his chin. "I love you too, Oscar."

And to think, a year ago you were forbidden to go near him. All because your brother thoughts he couldn’t be trusted.

Maybe because, as history proved, you couldn't.

1. Carlos Sainz - 2019/20 (The experimental phase)

At nineteen years old, you were incredibly proud of your baby brother. Baby by only five minutes, but you had held that five minutes over him for your entire lives.

For his first year in Formula One, you were to be by his side. Watching him, following him, meeting his incredibly attractive fellow drivers.

Lando's teammate was something else.

Carlos Sainz. Older than you and incredibly attractive. You hadn't spoken many words to you, but you hung onto every one of them.

Fuck, you wanted him.

Your brother wasn't like other nineteen year olds. He didn't want to do any of the things you wanted to, didn't want to go out partying or drinking, like you would have if you had gone to university.

That was the only reason you wanted to go, for the party aspect of it. But instead you were following your brother from F1 track to F1 track.

Another one of the young drivers, another rookie, invited yourself and Lando to the club after a race. George Russell, you knew him. Lando had been racing against him for years.

Lando went to say no, but you clamped you hand over his mouth. "We'll see you there," you said. Lando glared at you as you released his mouth.

The club was the first time you kissed your brothers teammate. No words were exchanged between you, and anything you said would have been lost to the music thumping in the club.

His lips were soft against yours, hands warm on your hips. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed yourself against him. Carlos held you as your body moved, grinding on him. His hands slipped down from your hips, fingertips grazing the bottom of your dress as he held your ass.

It was the alcohol clouding his judgement, that was how Carlos justified it to himself. He wouldn’t touch his teammates twin sister under any other circumstances.

The rest of the season was spent ignoring you.

Lando's second season in Formula One and you were still following him around. It had become your job, of sorts, to post content of you travelling the world and attending races.

You were living the dream.

Things were tense between yourself and your brothers teammate. He refused to talk to you, refused to look at you, but you could still taste him. A year later and you still knew the feeling of him on your lips, remembered his hands holding your bum.

It wasn't fair.

You wanted him, his attention. But he didn't want you.

With every race, you only got hotter. It was becoming harder and harder to look away from you, and it wasn’t just Carlos Sainz that thought so.

The entire grid started looking at you. Attention you revelled in. If somebody got too close, looked at you a little too long, Carlos would come swooping in to save you. The attention from the rest of the grid was nice, but this was the attention you wanted.

Of course, Carlos tried to justify it. He was looking out fir the sister of his teammate, of his friend. But the look in his eye told a different story.

The catalyst had been Charles Leclerc. He was cute in every way a person could be cute. The worst part was the way you clung onto him, squeezing his bicep and giggling at every unfunny joke.

Watching you flirt was his future teammate pushed Carlos over the edge.

That was how you found yourself standing in his hotel room. As soon as he sent his room number through Instagram, you were there.

And now you were standing in his hotel room, staring at him. "Seriously? Flirting with my future teammate?" He stepped closer to you. "You think that's going to get my attention?"

Folding your arms over your chest, you raised your chin in defiance. "Well, it worked," you said as you looked at him. But then you dropped your arms and let a sly smile cross your face. "I think I've got all of your attention now."

Your back hit the door as he pressed his lips against down. It was different to how it was a year ago in the club. He was a man starved, the only thing that could satiate his hunger being you.

You raised your leg and Carlos grabbed your thigh. He held it against himself and pressed against you. Fuck, you could feel all of him through his shorts, your skirt doing little to separate the both of you. You moved, just a little with how he was holding you.

Carlos pulled you away from the door. You followed him, whimpering as he pushed you down onto his bed. You watched as Carlos fell to his knees in front of you. He pulled off your shoes and socks and pulled them to one side.

On his knees, he could see everything. Your thighs, the underwear beneath your skirt. His hands touched your thighs, travelled beneath your skirt. Your breath hitched as he touched your underwear.

"Fucking hell, Carlos," you said through a breath. "Just touch me."

He obeyed. Swiftly pulling your underwear down your legs, Carlos finally touched you. Light touches, not enough for you. You didn't realise when your hips began moving, pushing against his hand. "Please," you whined, not quite enough to make you moan.

It was so damn frustrating. And it was all intentional.

Finally, Carlos took pity on you. He pushed just two fingers inside of you. A cry left your lips and you threw your head back. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked, his voice almost mocking you.

You nodded your head, still rolling your hips against his hand. This thumb pressed against your clit and your eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," you said through a breath, your lips shaking.

Never before had a man touched you like this.

Carlos moved his fingers inside of you. His other hand rested on your thigh, fingers brushing your skin. It was like he could tell how inexperienced you were. Not a virgin, but inexperienced. No man had taken the time to do such things fingering you before.

He added a third finger and you tried to squeeze your legs shut around his hand. But he opened your legs and slotted himself between them, keeping them open.

Too much. Too full. His fingers were skilful, curling inside of you. He muttered something, a praise you would later realise. But your moans were too loud and desperate, waiting on that ledge for a moment that would never come.

Carlos pulled his fingers away. "No!" You cried, but you watched as he placed his fingers between his lips.

He closed his eyes and moaned around them as he tasted you. "So sweet," he muttered and stood up. He wiped the mixture of spit and you onto his jeans and reached for his shorts.

As Carlos dropped his shorts, you pulled your shirt from your body. You threw it onto the floor and reached back to unhook your bra.

Sweet Jesus, he was big. Hard in his boxers as he stood at the end of the bed. Getting onto your hands and knees, you crawled towards him. You looked up into his pretty brown eyes as you reached for his boxers, felt him through the material.

A hiss left his lips. Your hands weren't on him properly, only touching him through his boxers. But then your mouth was on him, kissing him and sucking him through the boxers.

Carlos wrapped his fingers around your hair. He moved you away, tugging at your hair slightly. "Don't tease," he growled and you pouted up at him.

But you obeyed.

Pulling down his boxers, you watched him spring free. His cock hit his stomach, your eyes following it as if you were in a trance. "C'mon," he said.

No, you hadn't done this before. You breathed in, shaking off the slight nerves, and wrapped your lips around him.

The moan that left Carlos's lips was enough to get you moving. It was so pretty, so damn deep, going right through you.

Here was the thing, your lack of experience left you unable to breath as you sucked his dick. Carlos used your hair to pull you off of him. "Breathe," he said, and you did just that. "Breathe for me."

You nodded as best as you could in the way you were behind held. After sucking in a few breaths, you went right back to it. One hand moved up and down his dick, following your mouth as your other hand held you up.

But then, he pulled you off of him. Neither of you had finished yet and you were desperate for him. "Please," you whined as he laid you back.

There was something so sweet in the way Carlos Sainz fucked you. He held your hips as he pistoned his cock in and out of you. Every moan and whine and cry that left your lips, every time your back arched off of the bed, spurred him on.

You came several times that night. You came around him, not allowed a moment of reprieve before he began again. Sweat stuck to your skin and you gripped the sheet, Just needing something to hold onto, something to ground you before you floated away in ecstasy.

You lost count of how many times you moaned out his name, voice hoarse by the time he pulled out of you. Desperately you tried to catch your breath, unable to move from the bed.

Carlos said back. He himself was breathless as he looked down at you. "Fucking hell," you gasped out, staring at him. "That was..."

But there were no words for what that was. Incredible didn't do it justice.

But the night didn't last much longer. Carlos cleaned you up and send you on your way, helping you to get dressed before you left for your own hotel room.

Carlos was what you liked to call your experimental phase. There were several things you tried with him that you never expected to try with anybody. He was the first man to eat you out, the first man you tried anal with. He had black fluffy cuffs around your wrists one day, had you tied up like a pretty present the next. Just a testament to how good he made you feel, you were willing to try anything with him.

But then he left for Ferrari.

Daniel Ricciardo - 2021/22 (The fun phase)

When Daniel Ricciardo started driving with your brother, you didn't know how to feel.

It was an odd time with you. You had stopped seeing the first man to make you really feel alive. Not that you were really seeing him, anyway. No, you were just fucking him.

(You should have known it was just fucking. But the dinners and the presents made it seem like it was so much more. To Carlos, it wasn't. He was just fucking you, just finding entertainment with you. But his move to Ferrari was his chance to get serious about his career, and he couldn't have any distractions. At least, that was how he justified it to you).

Daniel Ricciardo tried with you. But, for the first time in three years, you were rarely at races.

Your first job proper job. Not just a content creator promoting things for her sponsors. You had a proper, proper job (not that content creation isn't a proper job, as you had explained to your parents).

But you hated it. You hated being suck in an office, hated answering to a boss who was a total perv. But, as you promised your family you would, you stuck it out.

For six months.

Six months after you started your first proper job, your Instagram started up again. It was immediately a hit, immediately getting hundreds of thousands of likes per post. Your first post back was flooded with comments welcoming you back to the social media site.

You didn't tell your family about your career move until you were back at the attending races. And you didn't exactly tell them, waited for your twin brother to do it for you. The moment you appeared in Hungary to watch your brother race, he was texting your family group chat.

Daniel really tried with you. He was kind, always saying hello whenever he saw you. The thing was, you were still bitter about Carlos. You missed having him in the garage, missed sneaking away to his drivers room. Instead, you had Daniel here.

He was hot, that much you could tell. Older than you, but that seemed to be your type.

But he was a lot older than you, ten years older than you. So old that you didn't even consider it.

One day, Daniel was just sitting there, drinking his coffee before practice. Sitting in the sun with his McLaren hat on his head, just enjoying his time alone.

"Can I look at your tattoos?"

He looked at you, stood there in a sundress. You were beautiful, that was obvious to him. But you were ten years younger than him and his teammates twin sister.

"Sure," Daniel said and you sat opposite him.

He stretched his arms out. You started with his hands, looking at the tattoos he had on his fingers. You traced over him, your every touch sending a shiver up his spine. "I like the one on your leg," you said as your fingertips followed the lines of the cupid on his arm.

"Which one?" He asked and laughed. He had a pretty laugh.

That was how your friendship started. And that was all that it was, a friendship. The two of you spend more and more time together, company while you once again attended every race.

Nothing happened between you and Daniel during his first season as Lando's teammate. You got close, but that was it. No kissing, no sex, nothing like what happened with Carlos.

At first, you were trying to make him jealous. In your head, Carlos was the best thing that ever happened to you. (When future you looked back at it, you were dead wrong. He was a fun time, but that was about it. There was nothing real between the two of you).

Even after winter break, you and Daniel were just a close. Your friendship was taken off of the track, watching movies together in the hotel during race weekends, when neither of you wanted to be alone in an unfamiliar area.

That was the first time you kissed him. The movie had gotten a little steamy and the popcorn in his lap had been forgotten. The bowl was pushed to the floor, spilling the popcorn across the hotel room carpet as you climbed into his lap.

Daniel kissed you back, a mess of tongues and teeth before he pulled away. "Are you sure?"

It had been so long since you'd had any fun. It was pathetically desperate, the way you nodded and moved forward for another kiss. "Please, Danny." You pouted against his lips.

He took pity on you, hands travelling down to hold your ass. You whined as he moved you, rocked you against his bulge. He swallowed each of your whines and squeezed your flesh between his big hands.

You had ridden Carlos's thick thigh in the past. Pulling off Daniel's trousers, you looked at all of the colour he had, the ink on his thigh. You touched him, ran your fingers over it. "Can I?" You asked, and Daniel asked.

You pulled off your pyjama shorts and dropped them to the floor. Your hips shook with every step as you walked towards him and climbed back onto his lap. Naked from the waist down, you sat on his thigh.

Your naked cunt touched his skin. Hands on his shoulders, you began moving yourself. Back and forth, wriggling against him, anything to create friction. Daniel tensed his thigh, lifted it slightly and pressed it against you.

Moans and cries filled his hotel room. "Fuck," he grunted as he watched you, painfully hard in his underwear.

Your hand slipped down his chest and into his underwear. You touched him, felt how hard he was. "Daniel," you whined, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.

It was such a sight. You were so damn gorgeous as you rode his thigh, brought yourself closer to orgasm. His fingers came to touch you, did all he needed to do to push you over the edge.

And he succeeded. Your body shudders as you came on his thigh. Your body slumped forward and Daniel grabbed hold of you. His hand was warm as he rubbed your back. "You did so good," he said and kissed the top of your head.

The both of you were still half clothed when you pulled him from his boxers. He was so pretty, leaking from his tip. You swiped your thumb over it and pulled it up to your lips, sucking it into your mouth.

"Can I?" You asked and looked down as his cock.

Daniel scooted down the bed. He held you, scooting you down with him to get himself into a better position. You threw one leg over his other, seating yourself fully into his lap.

Your eyes went wide as you sank down onto him. "Fuck," You hissed, shutting your eyes as you pressed your forehead to his shoulder. "Jesus, Daniel."

"I know," he whispered, his voice gentle. "I've got you."

And he did have you. He began moving his hips, fucking up into you. He was so damn big, filling you up completely. Every thrust had a moan leaving your lips.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into him. You cried his name against and again and against, getting closer and closer to the edge. Already sensitive from your earlier orgasm, it wasn't long before Daniel sent you over the edge.

But he kept going, kept fucking you. "Squeezing me so damn tight," he grunted, wrapping his arms around you to hold you up.

He scooted further down the bed, his grip growing tighter to keep himself inside of you. He kept you on top of him and let his hands travel down, holding your ass as he fucked you. So damn close, he couldn't get enough of you.

His hips stuttered. Every thrust he made was punctuated with a grunt. And, finally, he came inside of you.

"Shit, fuck," he cried as he pulled you off of him. "Fuck, I didn't mean to."

You blinked at him, head a little foggy. But then it all started to make sense. "It's okay," you said and laid down beside him, your hand on his chest. "I'm on the pill."

He blinked at you, searched your face. "Seriously?" He asked, but the look on your face told him everything he needed to know. You were telling the truth. He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

It never went further than that. You fucked again, giggling as he ate you out (like seriously, that nose?).

Oscar Piastri - 2023/24/25 (The love of your life)

You weren't going to fuck Lando's next teammate. He was younger than you, and that alone made him not your type. He was cute, sure, but that was it. Just cute.

Just like you had with Carlos, you found yourself missing Daniel. Pouting as you walked around the garage, pouting as he walked around the paddock. It wasn't like you could just go and hang out with him. No, he was gone.

But then Red Bull brought him back. And they kept him busy. Too busy for him to hang around with you.

Here you were again, sitting in the McLaren garage, lonely while your brother became a star. 2023 and 2024 really were the year Lando became a star. Watching him grow was incredible, but it was easy to want something more for yourself.

At first, you avoided Oscar. Well, not exactly avoided, but you had no reason to seek him out. He was a rookie who definitely looked up to your brother. And there was nothing wrong with that, but you had dealt with too many people trying to become your friend for the sake of getting close to Lando.

But that wasn't Oscar.

You didn't know that wasn't Oscar. You weren't willing to find out. Lando wanted you to stay way, too. Especially after what happened with Carlos and Daniel.

But Oscar was sweet. He was the kind of guy who would see you sitting alone and bring you a coffee. Not because he wanted anything, just because he didn't want you to be sitting alone.

You took the coffee, nodding when he asked if he could sit. You didn't make conversation with him like you did with Carlos and Daniel, didn't want to make conversation with him. It wasn't flirty and touchy like it had been between Carlos and Daniel.

He made the conversation. It seemed effortless, the way he got you talking when you were unwilling. But, before you knew it, your coffee had gone told because you were too busy chatting to him.

This didn't spark a friendship, not like it did with Daniel and Carlos. The more he spoke, the more you learned about him, the cuter he became. You just couldn't help it.

Soon, Oscar had you a mess. The next time you saw each other, you stumbled over your words and your face was hot. Lando watched as you struggled to get three words out to Oscar, eyebrows pinched together in a frown.

He knew what it was instantly. Somebody had a crush. (And that somebody was you).

Oscar asked you out. It wasn't like how anything had happened before. No, he approached you with flowers and asked you to dinner. A date. A real date. Part of you couldn't believe it. The more you got to know about Oscar, the more you didn't believe about Oscar.

He was just too good to be true.

Oscar Piastri was the first man to walk into the paddock holding your hand. He kissed your head in the garage and pulled you close after races. He hugged you, the barrier between you when he was on the podium and showed you the best night of your life after.

You didn't expect one of your brothers teammates to be the love of your life. But he was.

He was the man you were going to marry.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Y/N’s bedroom is filled with adorable stuffed animals, but one in particular—Teddy, her favorite bear named after Theo—always seems to stir up Theo’s jealousy.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Saw a headcanon that he sleeps with a teddy bear but couldn't help but think that he likes fighting your teddys and this came to be. Fudge this was supposed to be queued for tomorrow but oh well.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

Y/N’s dorm was a cozy sanctuary, adorned with fairy lights and a collection of stuffed animals that held a special place in her heart. Every one of them had a story, most of them gifts from Theo.

Among them was a soft bunny, a plush puppy, and even a tiny elephant that she couldn't resist hugging when she needed comfort. But the most important stuffed animal of all was her teddy bear— a big, cuddly thing named "Teddy," because, of course, it reminded her of Theo.

Theo, however, wasn’t as fond of the bears as she was. He had a peculiar way of showing his jealousy toward them. Every time he came over, he’d glare suspiciously at the teddy bears, as though they were rivals for her attention. Sometimes, when he kissed her, he’d dramatically turn them around so their faces were hidden. Other times, he’d playfully punch one of them, especially Teddy, just for fun.

Y/N was sitting on her bed, flipping through a book, when she heard Theo’s footsteps approaching the room. She smiled when she saw him walk in, only for her smile to falter as she noticed him glaring at her favorite teddy bear, propped up against the pillows.

"Don’t even think about it," she warned, narrowing her eyes as she saw Theo inch closer to Teddy.

"Oh, I’m thinking about it," Theo muttered under his breath, pretending not to hear her. His eyes locked onto the bear with an almost suspicious intensity. "I hate that thing."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her voice teasing. "Theo, what did Teddy ever do to you? It’s just a bear."

With an exaggerated sigh, Theo poked the teddy in the chest. "You know what, I bet this bear is way better at cuddling than me. You probably hug it more than you hug me."

Y/N burst out laughing. "You’re jealous of a bear? Seriously?"

Theo’s face was a mix of amusement and frustration. "I don’t like that it’s named after me," he said, crossing his arms, still glaring at the stuffed bear. "That’s my job. You shouldn’t be giving it the same kind of attention as me."

"I named him Teddy because he’s cute, just like you," she said sweetly, shrugging. "But you’re still my number one."

Theo snorted but clearly wasn’t convinced. He turned away, pacing by the window and muttering in Italian.

"Spero che ti faccia compagnia, perché non ho intenzione di essere gentile con lui," he grumbled, ("I hope it keeps you company, because I’m not planning to be nice to him.")

Throwing a glance over his shoulder at the teddy bear as if daring it to come closer. "What a nuisance."

Y/N, overhearing everything, couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She stood up from the bed, walked over to Teddy, and cradled him in her arms with a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, Teddy, I’m sorry about Theo. He’s just a little... insecure," she said, her voice soft. She kissed the teddy bear’s head and whispered, "Sorry for him."

Theo, watching in disbelief, raised an eyebrow. "You’re seriously apologizing to a stuffed toy now?" he asked, half-smiling despite himself.

Y/N shot him a playful look. "It’s not just any stuffed toy. This is Teddy, my favorite," she said lightly, cupping his ears as though shielding him from Theo's glare. "You know, I bet if you just talked to him, you’d get along better."

"Talk to him?" Theo raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely puzzled. "What am I supposed to say? ‘Sorry, Teddy, I’m just a jealous boyfriend?’"

Y/N grinned. "Exactly that," she said, still holding the bear close. She even kissed Teddy on the nose. "You could learn a lot from Teddy here. He’s always so calm and collected."

Theo rolled his eyes, then stuck his tongue out at the bear. "Yeah, well, Teddy doesn’t have to deal with you tossing me aside for a stuffed toy every time you want a hug."

Y/N’s room, a cozy retreat, was filled with soft colors and twinkling lights, not to mention her cherished collection of stuffed animals.

Theo huffed, clearly not convinced. He grabbed Teddy off the bed with exaggerated drama. "Non ti sopporto," he muttered to the bear under his breath. ("I can't stand you.") He tossed the bear lightly onto the floor, unable to hide his jealousy.

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, and she couldn’t help but giggle. "Theo!" she exclaimed, grabbing the bear as if it were fragile. "You can’t just throw Teddy like that! He has feelings, you know!"

Theo smirked, crossing his arms. "I don’t care about his feelings. What about my feelings? He’s always there when I kiss you, when we hang out, when I... well, when we do anything, actually." He shot a look at the bear again, almost daring it to challenge him.

Y/N grinned mischievously. "Aw, poor thing," she said, hugging Teddy close. "Okay, I’ll make it up to you," she said sweetly.

"I’m sorry that Theo’s being mean to you, Teddy," she said, kissing him on the forehead just like she did with Theo when she wanted to make him feel loved.

Theo stared in disbelief, his face twisting in mock disgust. "Are you seriously kissing it?" he asked, shuddering. "That’s so weird, Y/N."

Without missing a beat, Y/N covered Teddy’s plush ears with her hands. "Shh, I’m sorry, Teddy. I know he’s jealous of you, but it’s okay," she whispered, her lips curling into a playful smile. "You’re just a bear, after all. I’ll protect you from him."

Theo blinked. "You—you’re covering his ears?" His voice was incredulous as he leaned back against the headboard. "You really are a weirdo."

"Oh, shut up," Y/N said, rolling her eyes with a playful look. "You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d tell you to stop being so jealous of a stuffed animal!" She pulled Teddy close, kissing him again with mock seriousness.

Theo groaned, exasperated but unable to stop himself from smiling. "Alright, alright, I get it. I’m jealous of a stuffed bear. Happy now?"

[esposamultifandom]

orgasm denial with mean!rafe cameron.

usually rafe was more than happy to have his face between your legs, bringing you over the edge again and again.

today was different. he was only too happy to be between your legs, but the issue was, he was not in a very forgiving mood.

"d'ya see what happens to you when you're brat? next time you'll remember who you're talking to and you'll lose the fuckin' attitude" rafe says venomously, taking a break from your pussy to antagonise you even further.

your eyes instantly filled with tears, the venom in his voice mixed with the desperate need to cum was too much. you tried your best to hold your tears back, but knew you had failed when you felt your your cheeks dampen as they ran down your face.

he moves from his place between your legs and sits beside you. his thumb softly brushes your wet tears away and you melt into his touch, thinking he felt bad over the torturous few hours he had spent abusing your pussy.

you frown in confusion when rafe bursts out laughing. you were nervous, the sudden change in mood making you feel unsettled. "christ, you are fuckin' pathetic. here, get a taste of your desperation" he says, before roughly gripping your chin and forcing your mouth open.

his thumb pushes it's way into your mouth, the salty taste of your own tears prominent when your mouth obediently closes around it, secretly hoping that playing nice will win him over.

you're so distracted by the calloused thumb in your mouth and the tears on your tongue that you don't notice he's still not done with you. rafe's free hand wastes no time in going straight to your pussy again. your legs were still wide open from when he was between them earlier, giving rafe the oh so easy access that he loved so much.

you gasp when you feel the sudden intrusion of his fingers sliding into your pussy, the sound of your wetness echoing around the room.

"rafe, please no more i-i can't take anymore" you say, eyes squeezing shut, more tears threatening to spill. you felt like you were fading in and out of consciousness, the relentless pace of his fingers was close to painful.

"nah, you'll take it and don't you dare cum, ya hear me? not unless you want your ass so red that you can't sit down for a week" he threatens, a grin forming on his face when your lower lip trembles in reponse to his words.

rafe leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "and keep begging for me whore, you'll just make me hard" he whispers. his two digits gliding in and out of your dripping hole, the sounds almost as loud as your screams.

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Also thinking about shy!reader that doesn't really know much about love, only what she reads in her books, and the more bold ones recommended by Nesta. Picking up how the male character always compliments the leading lady, giving her small gifts to show her how much he appreciates her and decides that she should try it.

It started with small smiles towards Azriel, blushing under his intense gaze. And as he seemed to reciprocate those stolen moments she allowed herself, she grew more confident.

"Your hair looks nice today, Azriel " She said to him one day, which caught the ever so alert Shadowsinger off guard.

He would blush as she complimented him more and more every day, noticing small details about him that she could bring up, just to see that bright smile of his.

And then the gifts, small flower bouquets every now and then or sliding a note to his pocket, a sweet poem she wrote late at night while she thought of him.

Azriel found it so amusing, how she was always shy around others, but to him, she was opening up, coming out of her shell just to show him how much she appreciated him. He loved how she would give the flowers to him, mumbling something about thinking he would like them, not really looking at him in the eyes, just adorable.

Until one day, randomly at the training ring, he appeared with a bouquet in between his scarred fingers, approaching her, handing her the flowers in front of everyone, she could barely lift her head.

"You and I, we have a date tomorrow." She squealed involuntarily, hiding behind the flowers as the rest of them watched the two interact. " I'll pick you up at 8!" He winked her way, leaving a flustered Y/N behind.

[esposamultifandom]

franco colapinto // fc43 fic recs

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one shots

el coqueto- @theonottsbxtch

“when franco catches feelings for a journalist who is persuaded he doesn't really want her”

just for the weekend - @purinfelix

“your teammate has an absolutely ridiculous plan to bring your team back from the dead - but it might be just crazy enough to work”

you’re here, that’s the thing - @purinfelix

“your boyfriend tries his best to make your schedules, as a racer and student, work - even when miles apart”

crossing the line - @emchante

“after a long day together, you and franco relax in his apartment. there’s been an unspoken attraction between you both, and it finally bubbles over”

good journalism - @purinfelix

“you find a way to make your job as a journalist more interesting while piquing the interest of the new boy on the grid”

language of leaves - @thef1diary

“franco begrudgingly agrees to watch your plants, but caring for them leads him to realize he’s growing just as attached to you”

good side - @mywritersmind

“she hates him, he’s intrigued and doesn’t understand why anyone would distlike him. franco tries to win charles’ sister over with coffee and good racing”

warming up - @pomegranatesarchive

“franco is determined to make his teammate feel better with the perfect warm sweater”

labyrinth - @harrysfolklore

“as the only female driver on the grid, everything in yn's life was planned like a perfect qualifying lap. then franco colapinto had to show up. first, he was just that annoying new guy who took her best friend's seat. then he became the driver she absolutely couldn't stand (or at least that's what she kept telling herself)”

best day ever - @julietsf1

“oscar's win and franco’s first points have to be celebrated. With her best friend lando playing matchmaker and the tension between y/n and franco simmering, the night promises to be anything but ordinary. sparks fly on the dance floor, but is y/n ready to admit what’s really going on?”

series

i loved you first - @theonottsbxtch

“for as long as she’s remembered she’s loved franco, wether those feelings were ever reciprocated she doesn’t know”

smau

what’s a soft launch? - @harrysfolklore

“fraco's girlfriend wants him to soft launch their relatioship but franco has no idea of what a soft launch is”

all the boys you loved before - @wcters

“a year after the breakup between y/n and lando, daniel and alex set her up with someone new”

i like me better - @taasgirl

“franco and driver!reader seem to be getting closer, through their shared social media interaction. once y/n gets her first fp1 drive, everything falls into place”

plus one - @pedriscroquettes

“a quick pitstop before your brother’s big wedding turns into stolen glances with the new rookie”

spanish or vanish - @papayadays

mi bonita - @harrysfolklore

“franco can't stop flirting with a pretty journalist. he has no idea she's lando norris' sister”

get him back - @spiderbeam

“just when you thought you were getting over your very public break up with your boyfriend, he decides to make an appearance in your favorite sport”

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*

[esposamultifandom]

ੈ✩ love island (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : lando norris x reader

tw : fluff; suggestive, tiny tiny angst, jealousy love island coupling, mentions of other celebs as cast, kissing pictures

fc : Jung HoYeon

a/n : AHHH! THIS IDEA WAS IN MY HEAD FOR SOO LONG ! also did y’all really think just because s2 is here, we are going to forget the main s1 simp? She is so pretty, I can’t -

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loveislanduk @ lando JOINS US FOR THIS SEASON !!!!

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user1 that's it. I am dead

user2 seeing landhoe being more hoey?

user3 BRO IS DOING EVERYTHING AS A SID E HUSTLE

user4 fuck paddock, I am going on a padi vacation

user5 SHIRTLESS LANDO 25X8 !?!?

user6 does mclaren even know !?

user7 THE SAUCY CHALLENGES YALL !?

user8 so you are telling me, he is going to cheat on Carlos !?

user9 I would love to see the grid’s reaction…

user10 I can imagine max saying simply lovely

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sojuyn ig survival shows are my thing

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user1 MOTHER IS GOING TO LOVE ISLAND !?

user2 she went to the final of squid games, what’s this for her ? 💀

user3 I just love how her pics are serving like always

jennieruby AHHH! can't wait to see you there xooxo

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user4 Y/N, DONT SHOW YOUR SEXY SELF To others 😔

user5 can't believe we can't gatekeep the hottie anymore 😔

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lando Getting that British island 💪🏻💂

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carlossainz55 can’t believe you are going there

lando you have Rebecca !!

carlossainz55 I get it Lando, no need.

maxverstappen1 simple lovely mate

georgerussell getting over the championship defeat ?

lando getting over your gay ass ?

georgerussell it’s called being a diva

mclaren we weren't informed, Lando.

lando random applications i guess 😃

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loveislanduk the first episode just premiered!

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user1 HELLO THE CAST !?

user2 so you are telling me, Lando, Jude Bellingham, hjevelyn and BRYCE HALL !?!?

user3 HOW DID BRYCE HALL SPAWN HERE !?

user4 HJEVELYN 😍😍

user5 Y/NNNN 😍😍😍😍

user6 I see admin has a favorite, already posting lando and y/n 😃

user7 Is this some sport island season !?

user8 the amount of celebs !?!?

user9 WHY DO YOU HAVE TO TORTURE ME FOR ONE WEEK BEFORE RELEASING MORE

user10 I am here for the drama

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loveisland raise your ya ya ya - heart!. The saucy challenge is only available on episode 2 🤭

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user1 the caption is killing me 🐸

user2 DID WE ALL SEE LANDO AND Y/N!?

user3 LANDO'S HEART ROSE TO 140!?

user4 IS THAT EVEN SAFE !?!?

user5 we could see jude burning eyes into lando-

user6 THE FIRST COUPLING WAS SOGOOD

user7 I think it was obvious that y/n and lando will couple up-

user8 i can sense lando-yn-jude

user9 jude was not happy when lando picked yn

user10 the face when jude had to couple with magui-

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lando hideaway 😗

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loveislanduk @ lando debriefs with the guys, before grabbing @ judebellingham for a quick chat !

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user1 lando said no one messes with my girl

user2 ngl, those two look good together

user3 we seeing a lot of bromance

user4 i feel the connection between them

user5 istg if they dump the girls and be togther -

user6 POWER COUPLE

user7 yn with the richest and handsome men after her

user8 oh to be her 😔

user9 magui is not going to like this

user10 imagine jude coupling with her next week

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loveislanduk the third episode started with drama! @ sojuyn was splashed by @ maguicorceiro for apparently lip locking her couple up @ judebellingham, @ Lando does not look much happy ! Tune in for episode 3 !!

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user1 and i-

user2 LANDO LOOKS ANGRY

user3 not kando turning into max by wearing mclaren merch-

user4 I am not even there but I can clearly see that that's not yn!!

user5 it is jude, but not with yn

user6 ITS EVELYN

user7 oh my gosh, ITS EVELYN AND JUDE!!

user8 YN IS LOYAL TO LANDO

user9 magui really wants lando

user10 just because they both are Asians -

part2...?

let me know if you want to be added or removed to the tg!

permanent tg: @isotopemylove @chair-things @justaf1girl @nichmeddar @bibblemiluvr @blushmimi @nikfigueiredo @amz824 @ivegotparticulartaste @raizelchrysanderoctavius @freyathehuntress @piastri-fvx

fic tg: @sweate-r-weathe-r @jxnellat @loveofmylife12 @budgetcupid @lilaissa @scorpiodiosa @wondergirl101ks @nichmeddar @hoeforlifee @urfavnoirette @lily-ann-b @ilivbullyingjeongin

[esposamultifandom]

Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???

Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)

[esposamultifandom]

(not so) simple masterlist

pairing: anthony bridgerton x fem!reader

status: complete!

summary: coercing lord bridgerton into pretending to court you to avoid the affections of a baron is very simple. that is, of course, until it isn't.

featuring fake dating/courtship, minor rivals to lovers, idiots in love, mutual pining that they think is unrequited, slowish burn, hurt/comfort, a signature bridgerton happily ever after, and my blood sweat and tears!

total wc: 44,497

overall warning(s): historical inaccuracies, period typical misogyny, implied/referenced sexual harassment -- individual, more specific warnings on each chapter. reader is referred to with the last name worthing for convenience

part 1 ↳ 10k words | miss worthing makes an awful sort of proposal to the viscount bridgerton.

part 2 ↳ 7.1k words | miss worthing despises and enjoys the viscount bridgerton's company in equivalence.

part 3 ↳ 9.7k words | miss worthing has a terrible realization.

part 4 ↳ 7.6k words | the viscount has a revelation and miss worthing decides against her heart.

part 5 ↳ 9k words | miss worthing and the viscount find themselves at a crossroads.