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Ru could you recommend some of best 2024 books regardless of the genre

Ooouuuu yesss I will do this for you darling! I’ve read a lot of books this year, give me until tomorrow and ask me this again and I’ll drop the list I curate.

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Once people found out about the one relationship Aaron had with a white woman, Twitter has been so weird about him.

He can’t even say he had a crush on Foxy Brown without people saying he’s pandering. So annoying

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No but how are you not falling in love after filming like this ????

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OHHHHHHHH FINALLY BLOODY HELL

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟒𝟒.

— series

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x lindokuhle ‘lee’ vilakazi (oc)

general warning: cussing, outfit descriptions, smut (18+ MDNI), angst

saint’s team radio 🪽: hello my lovelies! i’m back and i’m here with a new mini series/ full series and i’m sooo excited for this. obv other work will be coming but for now here’s my baby and i hope you guys enjoy it!

summary: in the world of f1, it is tough to be taken so seriously as a black woman rooting for the only black man within the prestigious sport. a budding friendship between the two has been kept in the hush, to not raise any further rumours however…

the heart wants what it wants.

meet lindokuhle ‘lee’ vilakazi.

fc: nqobile khwezi

🪽: the journalist. the 30 year old south african sports journalist has a story to tell to the world through her words. she’s worked hard for this, for her niece and her bag. would it be easier to have some excitement and love on the decks? possibly.

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🫧 dividers: @cafekitsune

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I am sooooo excited for your lewis Christmas fic I love assistant and rich boss tropes first chapter when????

If my parents can leave me alone for a few hours, hopefully tonight or tomorrow 🙂‍↕️

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be mine this christmas : l.h. short story

pairing: lewis hamilton x black oc!xenia richards

trope: grumpy billionaire au x personal assistant

warnings: story will include explicit sexual scenes, mild themes of D/s relationships, bdsm themes. [chapters will include their own specific warnings]

summary: For the past three years, Xenia had been working for Mr Hamilton, Sir Lewis Hamilton to be exact.

Billionaire CEO, philanthropist, major douchebag and the bain of her existence. The persona he portrays to the public does nothing to hide the fact that he was the biggest grinch behind closed doors. The pretty face and large bank account could not make up for the fact that he was an asshole and she hated him.

If she were to write a book about him, it would be a best seller. But Xenia was pretty sure that his alluring dominance would charm readers and make him fall in love.

Unfortunately, Xenia could not write that book - Not only was she his personal assistant, Lewis loved to ruffle her feathers and she would ruffle his, but she really needed this job.

This time, somehow, she took it too far. As punishment, he was forcing her to attend the company’s annual Christmas party. The first two times, she had been able to avoid it successfully - this year? Not a chance.

Lewis had demanded her presence and instead of fighting his order, she found herself enjoying it more than she should have.

She also found herself enjoying the way his eyes would lock in with hers, following her every move.

After all, it was the season of giving and Xenia was finally going to see what Mr Hamilton had to offer.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

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Is it based on that fluid balancing video 👀 maybe Lewis x STEM!blackreader 🌚😭

Someone already guessed what it is but link me this video for research purposes 👀👀👀👀

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Is the surprise about his fireproof 👀👀👀

No 😭🤣

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🔔DING 🔔 DING 🔔DING !!!!!!

We have a winnneeeeeerrrrrrrr

I have a surprise for you guyssssssss 🙂‍↕️🤭🤭

If anyone guesses, I’ll drop the summary sooner than I planned

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I have a surprise for you guyssssssss 🙂‍↕️🤭🤭

If anyone guesses, I’ll drop the summary sooner than I planned

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She’s now apologised for what she said and claimed she said it bc she was going through something in her personal that made her say that ….

She seriously needs help.

If she's going through something in her personal life she goes batshit crazy on Lewis? A man she doesn't know and accuses him with the worst shit ever? yeah someone needs to take her phone away and lock her up maybe that would help her

Her internet in general needs to cut off with her IP blocked

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She’s now apologised for what she said and claimed she said it bc she was going through something in her personal that made her say that ….

She seriously needs help.

https://www.tumblr.com/mauvecherie-writes/769427826830131200/i-need-lewis-next-year-to-be-absolutely-serious?source=share

who is katie swift and what does she have to do with lewis hamilton

i keep getting results for a poker player

She’s basically his cyber stalker. She claims to be his best friend and some point she claimed to have dated him. She’s apparently a part of his inner circle and like once a year she makes such an egregious claim that it goes viral within the space. This year, what she’s claimed is actually a crime but she’s in the DMs of people calling her out saying they’re defaming HER for saying she’s a liar 😭

I dont want to share what she’s said on here because its actually so dangerous to paddle on what she said but if you look up her name on Twitter along with teamLH, you’ll see some screenshots but I’d suggest just blocking and reporting her unless she’s blocked you already

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https://www.tumblr.com/mauvecherie-writes/769427826830131200/i-need-lewis-next-year-to-be-absolutely-serious?source=share

who is katie swift and what does she have to do with lewis hamilton

i keep getting results for a poker player

She’s basically his cyber stalker. She claims to be his best friend and some point she claimed to have dated him. She’s apparently a part of his inner circle and like once a year she makes such an egregious claim that it goes viral within the space. This year, what she’s claimed is actually a crime but she’s in the DMs of people calling her out saying they’re defaming HER for saying she’s a liar 😭

I dont want to share what she’s said on here because its actually so dangerous to paddle on what she said but if you look up her name on Twitter along with teamLH, you’ll see some screenshots but I’d suggest just blocking and reporting her unless she’s blocked you already

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echoes in the heights, terry richmond | chapter one.

Synopsis: In the quiet town of Riverside Heights, Terry Richmond seeks a fresh start, but his growing connection with the guarded Elara Taylor forces him to confront the past he’s tried to leave behind—and the future he’s afraid to embrace.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!Fem!OC (Elara Taylor)

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Starting a new life took work. Shedding the remnants of the past and putting on cloaks on the future, though uncomfortable, was necessary. It was never easy, but it was necessary.

So, he bought an old pickup, packed his belongings, and drove three hours eastward until he reached Riverside Heights. It was a quaint town with about 10,000 people, but it would do. He was satisfied when his eyes landed on the sign as he drove past the threshold. Welcome to Riverside Heights! Most populous Black town in the East. Whatever internal compass guided him led him to the right place.

The same day, he found an apartment owned by an elderly couple looking for another tenant.

They said it was fully furnished and had rent and utilities much under his budget. He quickly signed the dotted line and gratefully presented money for the deposit.

He spent the evening in his new apartment. Although he didn’t have much, he hoped it would eventually become like home. He basked in the warmth of the quaint bedroom and the shower’s heat against his sore body. For the first time in a long time, he slept like a baby that night, and it was needed for the day he had ahead.

There was a job to obtain, and he wouldn’t stop until he found one.

He woke up early the following day before the sunlight hit the bedroom. He said a quick prayer, made his bed, and dropped to the floor to do a few quick exercises before heading to the shower to begin his hygiene routine.

Afterward, he wore a black polo, dark jeans, and his cleanest boots. He glanced in the mirror momentarily. His eyes, usually full of life, were dull and tired. Sure, the color was light, but the sparkle behind them was long gone. Whatever slither of happiness was left died right alongside Mike in that prison cell where his body collapsed. No matter how hard he tried, happiness seemed out of reach, and it was exhausting to chase after it.

He hadn’t realized he was crying until a tear slid down his cheek. He mumbled lowly, wiped his face roughly, and shuffled out the door quickly.

Riverside Heights was a beautiful town full of vibrancy and life. Everyone seemed genuine and kind. Everywhere he turned, he was met with a warm smile and a kind, “How are you, sir?” This was very different from his previous experiences.

Yet, he still felt like an outsider. He was surrounded by people who looked like him, who most likely knew nothing of his past, and who were so kind, yet he was an outsider in a land that shouldn’t be foreign.

But rather than staying in his head, he smiled back, hoping people wouldn’t see the stiffness of it, and said, “Doing well, thank you for asking. Um, I’m new in town, and I’m looking for a job. Do you have any suggestions on where to look?”

Being the kind woman she was, Ms. Willis walked to a community event with him. “You came just in time. They’re having a job fair at the local community center. There are plenty of folks there looking to hire. I hope you find what you need.”

They walked silently for a while, and he took in the beauty of Riverside Heights. The sun beamed on them, warming his skin. Along the road were hundreds of freshly planted flowers and plants. He always liked plants. They were beautiful to him. The grass was freshly cut and irritated his nose, but he let it go to bask in nature.

His eyes followed the fowls in the air as they chirped and danced freely. How beautiful that must have been. The pace of the town was steady. People ran on the sidewalks, children played in the field with their friends, and newborn babies cried as their parents tried to calm them. They were greeted by a few people, some asking about him and his unfamiliar face and others addressing Ms. Willis. Each interaction was unique and lovely. Everyone was so friendly.

Moments later, Ms. Willis spoke up. Her graying eyes squinted as she looked at the young man who towered over her. “Why Riverside Heights? Most folks that are here were born here. We don’t get folks coming in from the outside too often.”

The question he dreaded had come to haunt him. He sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “It’s a long story,” he gave a rueful chuckle. He tore his eyes away from hers. He

couldn’t look her in the eye. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat and shrugged. “Just needed a new start, away from what I knew before. Was driving for a few hours, saw the sign, and decided to try it.”

Just as his grandmother would do, she crossed her hands over one another and nodded, drawing out a long mhm as she did so. “You’ll have to tell me that story. Maybe over some dinner and a good peach cobbler. I’m sure you don’t have food in that stomach of yours.” She tapped his belly, and he smiled bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck. “And regardless of the reason, my boy, I am glad you’re here.”

“Thank you, Ms. Willis,” he said gratefully, accepting the hand squeeze she gave. They engaged in more small talk before they arrived at the community center. Before he walked in, she grabbed his arm and caressed it lovingly, “You got my number now, so I expect your call cause dinner is at 6. I’ll see you tonight.”

With a soft “Yes, ma’am” and a smile, he retreated and headed toward the community center. People were packed like sardines in the center, looking for jobs. He considered himself one of the lucky ones. There, within thirty minutes, he found a job. It was nothing crazy, but it was stable. It was normal. It was what he needed.

“Construction, aye?” He lifted his eyes from the documents he was given and saw a dark-eyed, dark-haired man, maybe around his age, with his hands in his pocket. “Been needing some more workers out here. I look forward to working with you.”

Naturally, he stuck his hand out, “Terry Richmond. Nice to meet you, man.” The man, Terry learned, was Jackson, the son of Ms. Willis. He worked at the construction company as a project manager and insisted they’d spend a lot of time together.

Terry was hesitant at first, but it was what he needed. Maybe, in due time, he wouldn’t feel like an outsider but rather a member of Riverside Heights.

At least, so he hoped.

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After dinner at Ms. Willis’, Terry settled into his apartment. He placed the leftovers in the fridge and the groceries he picked up on the way back. It was a weird feeling to move and settle into what would be a new life. There was pressure, a lot of it.

To not screw up, to keep his head down, and stay focused. To ensure that this life would be better than the previous one.

It was what he wanted. It was what he deserved. So, rather than sulking over what was, he tried to focus on the present and do what ordinary people do when they move—eat ice cream and watch trashy movies on television. It wasn’t much, and he didn’t know if it would help, but he was more than willing to try. He had no choice.

-

Two days later, he started work. He was ready to start, dressed in a logoed short-sleeved shirt, thick cargo pants, and work boots.

He did not have a busy workday. Although orientation took all day, he had leftovers from dinner with Ms. Willis to rejuvenate his spirit.

He sat in the corner while eating lunch. Being alone didn’t last long, though. He heard a familiar voice call out his name, “Terry, my man.” He turned to see Jackson, dressed in a blue suit with a hard hat on his head. Terry turned swiftly, nodding as he swallowed the chicken and rice.

“Jackson,” he greeted lowly. “How you doin’?” Jackson replied with an exasperated sigh and peeled the hard hat off his head, revealing his matted curls.

“Man, listen. The new city planner has been behind me regarding these new plans. She ain’t one to be played with.” Terry assumed she was a handful by his tone and shaking his head. He hadn’t known Jackson long, but he was a goofy guy based on his interactions over having dinner three nights at Ms. Willis. So, being bent out of shape over work meant the city planner wasn’t easy to deal with.

“In what way?” Terry asked curiously. This came as a surprise to him. Even though he’d only been in the city for a few days, he couldn’t imagine anyone behind a pain in his behind.

“Is she that bad, or she just won’t let you flirt with her?” Terry’s comment made Jackson cut his eyes. Terry choked on his water as he laughed.

Jackson pulled up a chair and swung it around. “Nah, she’s just…you’ll know when you see her,

man. Had me feeling like I didn’t know how to do my job.” Terry’s eyebrow raised. She sounded condescending, but he was old enough to know not to form opinions based on someone else’s.

Terry closed his Tupperware container and slid it back into the small lunch box he had purchased from the market. “Guess I’ll find out when I meet her.” He stood from his seat and shrugged.

Jackson scoffed. “That’s if you survive her wrath. Just know, I warned you, brother.”

“Warning heard.”

-

“Mr. Richmond, I’m gonna be honest, I’m not sure how capable you are to conduct this projectalongside Mr. Willis.” Jackson was right. She was condescending as hell, and it didn’t sit right with him.

Terry’s light eyes met Jackson’s darker ones; they shared a look. One that said, “I told you so,” and “I see what you mean.” Terry rolled his shoulders back and intertwined his hands.

“And if I may ask, Ms. Taylor. How’d you reach that conclusion?” His facial expressions remained unchanged, though his voice showed slight annoyance with her comment. Ms. Taylor, or Elara Taylor, City Planner of Riverside Heights, mimicked his movement.

She glanced at his resume on her temporary desk.

“You don’t have much construction experience. How do I know you won’t put a faulty pipe in the ground?” Dear God, he thought to himself. He had no clue who this woman was, and she didn’t know him either, yet here she was, making wild accusations with an accusatory tone.

Terry glanced at Jackson swiftly. He had to choose his words wisely for his job and Jackson's position, but she wasn’t getting away with talking to him like an incompetent child.

“Ms. Taylor, common sense is a virtue I possess. I may not be Bob the Builder, but I’m a marine. I’ve worked with things far worse than a pipe, which I’m sure one of the many contractors your office hired would guide me on how to install. I am here for a reason: to do my job. With my two years of prior construction experience.” Terry wasn’t one to get snippy. He usually was cool, calm, and collected, but the last thing he would tolerate was issues with a woman he didn’t know from a can of paint; her title be damned.

Silence fell over the room. Jackson looked between them, sensing the newfound tension between them. He sunk further in his chair.

Elara stared blankly at him. Her dark eyes bore into his light ones. He’d gotten many compliments on his eyes over the years, but hers were just as stunning, if not more. Something about brown eyes made his knees weak, and his loins stirred.

As their staring game intensified, he noted that she was beautiful. Her complexion was rich in hue and relatively smooth, save for the fading acne scars on her cheeks. Her nose and lips

were distinct and whole, like her ancestors. She wore her hair straight, the dark tresses settling at her shoulders, and she wore a two-piece navy blue suit. Elara Taylor was the head woman in charge.

Her eyes softened. She cleared her throat and replied in a softer tone. “So be it. I hope you’re as good as Ms. Willis advocates for you to be. And Jackson, I expect that draft to be on my desk at 9 tomorrow morning. You’re dismissed.” She gave them no opportunity to respond before picking up her pen and scribbling on paper.

Terry chuckled and stood from his seat. His noise caught her attention. She raised an eyebrow.

He raised one back. “You have a great evening, Ms. Taylor.”

She grumbled something under her breath but said nothing further as he left the office, and Jackson shuffled behind him.

Once they were far enough, Jackson said, “Told you she was a lot.”

Terry shrugged and walked toward the meeting room to receive instruction from one of his trainers. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

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She's very lucky his team hasn't got her for a libel case yet, and I hope they do send her a cease and desist

(They’re working on building evidence)

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https://www.tumblr.com/mauvecherie-writes/769466577785634816/i-sent-this-in-to-her-but-id-like-to-see-how-you

Wow. It was short but so good.

This makes me think how about a fic wherther lewis is pathetic lewis to MC you know the type of love Nicola and Brooklyn beckham portray

Brooklyn is so pathetic and I feel like he’s that way bc he can’t believe he’s bagged a baddie lmao. I feel like Lewis would know who he’s with and just be a massive simp.

That’s the kind of Lewis I want to write. Just a massive simp for his lady and yearns for her when she’s not near.

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Subby!Lewis 👀🤭 might to tap in again a little.

I sent this in to her but i’d like to see how you explore it - “do i feel good daddy, you like that?”

Some smutty thots beneath 😋 Also goes a little hand in hand with the ask I got about Lewis being more submissive than we think 😉

The lights in the living room were dimmed low. After a busy day ahead, the two of you loved nothing more than lazing on the couch, recapping on the day. Lewis never kept his hands to himself, always touching you, arousing your senses. The teasing got too much for you and you pinned his hands to the top of the couch.

“Keep your hands right there.” You instructed. His cock was already hard beneath you and you were too wet to For any more foreplay. Pulling your dress up to your waist and your panties to the side, you sunk down on him and the two of you gasped.

His fingers were digging into the couch as you rode his cock. Your hot walls pulsating as you bounced up and down, loving the way that his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his breathless gasps turned you on even more. You trailed kisses along the length of his neck as you rolled your hips, making the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot.

“Baby, baby, ffuuccckkk.” He moaned as you nibbled on his ear.

“Do I feel good Daddy? You like that?” You purred, holding onto his waist and grinding into him harder. His head fell backwards as he growled as his chest heaved up and down as you felt him swell inside of you.

“Fuck yes. You feel so good baby. Always.” He replied, his voice broken with moans. When he began to whimper, that’s when you knew, he was about to cum. You smirked as you lightly kissed his chin.

“Good, cum inside me.” You whispered into his skin.