#but it's looking more and more like he wants the new contract now??
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5sospenguinqueen Ā· 1 day ago
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Papaya Rules | Oscar Piastri x Driver! Reader
Summary: From on-track rivals to reluctant teammates, the trauma of team orders issued by Mclaren bond you and Oscar in a way you never expected.Ā 
Warnings: mentions of papaya rules, swearing
Requested: Yes by @1800-love-me (a while ago. oops)
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2023Ā 
f1 posted a new story
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itsyn_ln replied and thatā€™s community service for piastriĀ  ā†’ f1 girl, arenā€™t you supposed to be in the media pen ā†’ itsyn_ln five more minutes ā†’ iā€™m in no rushĀ 
mclaren replied no time to explain but we need you to delete this before oscar sees ā†’ we need them to get along
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mclaren breaking news mclaren f1 racing is pleased to announce that yn ln will be joining the team in 2024, alongside oscar piastri, on a multi-year contract. we cannot wait to see what she can achieve with us
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itsyn_ln thank you for this opportunity! now i need to figure out how to make orange look good on meĀ 
ā†’ mclaren everything looks good on you
username1 wait, what? sheā€™s oscarā€™s public enemy #1 and now sheā€™ll be his teammate?
oscarpiastri and this is how i find out?
ā†’ mclaren we didnā€™t want to give you a chance to protest
ā†’ pierregasly i knew before oscar did? ha!Ā 
ā†’ oscarpiastri donā€™t make me still target the pink car next year
ā†’ itsyn_ln iā€™m feeling unwantedĀ 
jackdoohan @/itsyn_ln thanks for the seatĀ 
ā†’ itsyn_ln i hope i kept it warm for you!Ā 
username2 poor osc is going to have to learn to manage this oddness
ā†’ username3 poor osc is probably more focused on having to learn not to strangle her
alpinef1team losing another driver to the sinister evil and orange teamĀ 
ā†’ itsyn_ln at least youā€™ll miss me. iā€™m starting to think pierre lied when he said he would
ā†’ pierregasly of course i did. you were staring straight at me without blinking
username4 donā€™t get me wrong, i canā€™t wait to see yn in a better car but i fear this was poor planning on mclarenā€™s part. theyā€™re going to struggle with managing their driversĀ 
landonorris iā€™m sorry, osco. i didnā€™t know me leaving was going to lead to this
ā†’ oscarpiastri youā€™re not forgiven.Ā 
username5 i fear mclaren are not going to have the dream team they were expecting
ā†’ username6 they need to prepare to see both papaya cars dnfā€™ing all the time next year
username7 i need that jacket!Ā 
ā†’ mclaren all yn merch coming soon!Ā 
ā†’ username8 they move fast. theyā€™ve already got her in papaya and prepared to release her papaya merchĀ 
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2024
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mclaren and itā€™s a papaya 1-2 what a race! a phenomenal display of teamwork from oscar and yn
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username9 wtf was thatĀ 
username10 i canā€™t decide which one of them was robbed moreĀ 
username11 so they want them to become friends but then force them to concede wins???
username12 i never want to hear the phrase ā€˜papaya rulesā€™ again. idk what it means but i know it was shit
username13 the fact that neither of them have interacted with this post shows that theyā€™re not happy with their 1-2
username14 you guys need to chill. they were coming under fire from max, and yn was faster. oscar was holding her up and if they hadnā€™t have switched, max couldā€™ve had them bothĀ 
ā†’ username15 there was two laps left. iā€™m sure they couldā€™ve managed it
ā†’ username14 did you not see all the purple sectors max was settingĀ 
username16 i hope oscar doesnā€™t blame yn for this
username17 unrelated but i love how much shorter yn is than osc in this pic. theyā€™re so cute
ā†’ username18 theyā€™re mortal enemies. donā€™t start romanticising them
ā†’ username19 they are so enemies to lovers codedĀ 
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oscarpiastri enjoying a week off
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mclaren does this mean weā€™re friends again
ā†’ oscarpiastri not yet
username1 mr piastri, sir, um, is that a WOMAN?
username2 look, itā€™s very nice to see that youā€™re alive and well but we no longer care about that because who is that in the last pic?!Ā 
charles_leclerc son, you didnā€™t tell me about thisĀ 
landonorris a new teammate and a new partner. i see iā€™m being fully replaced
ā†’ oscarpiastri donā€™t fuel the rumours about us
username3 oh so this is why twitter is freaking out
username4 the linked hands
username5 yn liked this? are they friends now??
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itsyn_ln my boyfriend just won a grand prix, bitches!Ā 
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pierregasly was this meant to be posted on the burner account??
ā†’ itsyn_ln oh shit
ā†’ oscarpiastri oh, sweetheart
ā†’ charles_leclerc and everyone thought i would tell!Ā 
itsyn_ln well, no point deleting it now. enjoy
ā†’ username6 yn and oscar are dating?!!?
ā†’ username7 and he calls her sweetheart?!?!?
username8 no one understands how precious these two are to me
username9 enemies to lovers come true
username10 these two were written by a wattpad user
alpinef1team sometimes we think we miss you and then you do stuff like thisĀ 
ā†’ mclaren sure you donā€™t want her backĀ 
ā†’ username11 noooo donā€™t take our papaya partners away from usĀ 
username12 iā€™ve only had ynoscar for five minutes but if anything happens to them, i will kill everyone
username13 they said i was crazy but i knew! i knew there was passion between their feud
landonorris and you did so good to not kiss him in front of the cameras
ā†’ oscarpiastri sheā€™s more annoyed that now she shouldnā€™t have bothered
ā†’ itsyn_ln want to smooch you for the world to see
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notiddygothgf Ā· 2 days ago
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1. Fucking Great
ā˜… pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader
ā˜… āĀ You'reĀ desperate.Ā It'sĀ not attractive.Ā āž
ā˜… c.w.: drinking
ā˜… a/n: finals have been literally beating me to the ground like a dog but. im finally free. OMFG!!! to celebrate, i wanted to drop a lil special sum sum for u guys, even though i wasn't planning on updating again so soon. Make sure to comment and interact and whatever, I love hearing from you guys!!!
ā˜… w.c: .4.2k
call out my name ; chapter index
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PEOPLE SAY DIVORCE never gets easier. That simply is not the case. In fact, after your fourth or fifth one, moving on became second nature. Then again, thatā€™s easier said than done ā€“ especially when itā€™s your job.
A little background ā€“ you were a Temporary Wife. You worked for an organization called NewlyWeds, through which bachelors, lonely men, those with far too much time (and money), and the like could ā€œrentā€ wivesā€¦ so to speak.
The reasons for needing a fake wife were as varied as the men themselves.Ā 
For some, it was a matter of societal expectationsā€”warding off nosy relatives at family gatherings or appeasing traditional parents who couldnā€™t bear the thought of an unmarried son. Others needed a polished facade for their careers, a stable "marriage" being the key to promotions or winning over conservative clients. Some wanted a sexual companion (which was not your area of specialty ā€“ in fact, you had never stooped low enough to actually sleep with any of your so-called husbands). And then there were the lonely ones, men who craved companionship without the complications of real commitment.Ā 
What better way to fill the void than with a year-long marriage contract?
Whether it was to silence judgmental whispers, project an image of success, or fill an emotional void, the demand for a temporary wife was steady and unrelenting. It was your job to play the part flawlessly. And you were damn good at it. Five happy husbands ā€“ four, if you donā€™t count the dead one ā€“ were a testament to that. 365 Days per contract, and not a single unhappy customer so far.
Marriage was a way to pay the bills. Nothing more.
So why did this one make you feel so nervous?Ā 
As you crossed the threshold to your new husbandā€™s house, you couldnā€™t help but feel a littleā€¦ well, anxious, to say the least. Your suitcase rolled to a stop behind you ā€“ a sizeable one, one that had your clothes and essentials. Of course, you would more than likely purchase more a little further down the road. For now, though, a suitcase was all you needed.Ā 
One year. One suitcase. One ginormous house.
You had to crane your head all the way back to look at the ceiling. House is a bit of an understatementā€¦ Grey walls opened up into the foyer, where a grand staircase spiraled up to the second floor. A sleek, minimalistic design with tasteful decor. A chandelier hung in the middle of it all, what had to have been hundreds of glass pieces glimmering with light.Ā 
Mansion would have been a better word. In all of your 5 marriages, you had never stayed anywhere so lavish. Then again, you supposed you had to have a lot of money to afford a fake wife.
He knew I was coming at some point today, you thought to yourself. It was dead silent in the house. I wonder where he is?
You towed your suitcase over to the door perpendicular to the stairs. According to the briefing you had read on the way here, you would be setting up shop in the guest bedroom, that way you could make room for all of your stuff (not that there was much of it). The guest room allegedly was tucked away near the staircase, so you tried the handle.
When it gave, you pushed the door the rest of the way open. The guest bedroom was pretty sizable. A queen sized bed with neatly tucked black sheets, a sleek, dark-oak closet with a matching furniture set, and a nightstand with a pretty lamp and a vase of flowers on it.
This is one hell of a guest room, you reasoned. It put the measly back room in your old shithole apartment to shame.
With a great amount of effort, you hauled your suitcase onto the bed, unzipping it and viewing its contents. Then, slowly, you began to unpack ā€“ setting neatly folded clothes aside, organizing them by season and type.
You changed out of your travel attire, a tailored suit and pencil skirt, which now felt constrictive and far too formal for the empty house. Digging through your suitcase, you pulled out a pair of comfortable leggings and an oversized sweaterā€”neutral tones, soft fabric, nothing too flashy. Something ā€œhomely,ā€ as your job often required. Sliding into the cozy ensemble, you felt the tension ease from your shoulders, the weight of first impressions temporarily set aside.
With your outfit taken care of, you turned to the task of settling in. The guest bedroom was pristine, almost unsettlingly so. You hadnā€™t expected a mess, but the level of order was borderline clinical. Not a single speck of dust marred the dark wood surfaces, and the flowers on the nightstand seemed freshly arranged. You suspected they were artificial, the kind that stayed perfect forever. It gave the room an impersonal feel, as though it belonged to no one in particular. Temporary, like you.
ā€œWell,ā€ you muttered under your breath, running your hand along the smooth surface of the dresser. ā€œGuess Iā€™m not the only one passing through.ā€
After organizing your belongings in the spacious closet, which felt like overkill for the modest amount of clothing youā€™d brought, you decided to explore. The house was massiveā€”mansion, you corrected yourself againā€”and you figured youā€™d better learn your way around before embarrassing yourself by getting lost.
Starting in the foyer, you took in the grandeur once more. The chandelier overhead sparkled like a constellation, its light refracting across the grey walls and polished floors. You wandered into the living room, where sleek furnitureā€”a monochrome mix of black, white, and greyā€”was arranged with a precision that felt more suited to a showroom than a home. A massive flat-screen TV dominated one wall, but it was spotless, devoid of fingerprints or smudges. No cozy throw blankets, no scattered magazines, no signs of life.
The kitchen was similarly sterile. White countertops stretched endlessly, interrupted only by high-tech appliances that gleamed under the recessed lighting. Not a single mug or dish sat in the sink, and the pantryā€”when you dared to peek insideā€”was meticulously organized, though oddly sparse. A few boxes of cereal, some canned goods, and a row of bottled water. No clutter. No warmth.
ā€œDoes anyone even live here?ā€ you wondered aloud. The silence was your only answer. No photographs adorned the walls or countertops, no hints of personality or history. It was as though the house existed solely for appearances.
Your unease deepened as you ascended the grand staircase. The second floor was just as immaculate, the long hallway lined with closed doors. You passed a libraryā€”if you could call it thatā€”a room filled with books arranged in perfect alphabetical order, the spines unbroken. It smelled faintly of leather and wood polish, not the warm, musty scent of well-loved pages.
Finally, you reached the master bedroom. Akiā€™s room.
You hesitated at the threshold, hand hovering over the doorknob. This was his space, his sanctuary. You were here to do a job, not invade his privacy. But then you remembered the briefing. Part of your role was to ensure everything ran smoothly, to maintain the illusion of a harmonious household. That included housekeeping duties. Squaring your shoulders, you turned the knob and stepped inside.
The room was as impersonal as the rest of the house, though it carried a faint trace of its occupant. The bed, a king-sized monolith with crisp, white linens, was unmade, the only imperfection youā€™d seen so far. The furniture matched the sleek, dark aesthetic of the guest room, but there were no personal touches. No photos on the nightstands, no trinkets or mementos.
Your gaze shifted to the walk-in closet, its door slightly ajar. Curiosity tugged at you, and you couldnā€™t resist taking a peek. Inside, you found rows upon rows of clothing, organized with military precision. Suits dominated the spaceā€”tailored jackets, crisp dress shirts, and neatly pressed trousers in shades of black, grey, and navy. Sweaters and casual wear were tucked away at the back, their softer fabrics and muted colors almost an afterthought. Everything was of impeccable quality, from the silk ties to the polished leather shoes lined up along the floor ā€“ everything except for the lone pair of beat-up converse hidden just out of plain sight.
So heā€™s got an edgy side, you thought, stepping back to close the door. Whatever picture you were beginning to form of Aki was still incomplete, but one thing was clear: this man valued control and order.
You decided to mind your business and focus on your task. Returning to the bedroom, you stripped the bed, bundling the linens into a neat pile. The mattress beneath was bare and spotless, further testament to the houseā€™s almost eerie cleanliness. As you worked, your mind wandered.
Why had he hired you? The briefing had been thorough, but it was always the practical details: the contract, the expectations, the rules. It never delved into the personal motivations behind the arrangement. Was he one of the lonely ones, craving companionship without complications? Or was this a calculated move, a facade for career or family? This place was unnerving in its perfection. Youā€™d lived in luxurious homes before, but theyā€™d always carried a sense of life, of personality. This house felt like a stage, a beautiful but hollow set piece.
None of my business, you reminded yourself firmly. Youā€™d learned early on not to pry. The men who hired you werenā€™t looking for therapists or confidants. They wanted a wife, and you were here to play the part. Nothing more.
With the sheets bundled under one arm, you headed to the laundry room.
Aki always looked forward to Fridays. It was her day. Every Friday at 7 oā€™clock sharp, his wife ā€“ yes, not yet ex wife, because they hadnā€™t actually started the process of a divorce yet ā€“ would meet him at Prime Cut for a steak dinner. They would undoubtedly catch up, talk about the week they had spent apart, and Aki would inevitably try to convince her to take him back like the pathetic man he was.
His watch read 6:59. She was always punctual.Ā 
Anxiously, he fiddled with his appearance ā€“ smoothing his hands over his suit jacket, his slacks, his hair. He couldnā€™t see how he looked, but he hoped he looked put together. His eyes darted around nervously, searching for signs of her.
And there, at 7 oā€™clock sharp, she walked in. He caught a glimpse of her hair first ā€“ pink locks braided into that signature hairstyle of hers that he had grown to love. The one he had seen her do in the early hours of the morning before they had to leave for work; boar-hair brush combing through the rosy strands while she braided them. He would sit on the bed and watch her like the lovestruck fool he was.
Makima looked as polished as ever.
Aki stood up, walking over to the other side of the table and pulling the chair out for her (again, like the dog he was). She took it, muttering a soft, Thanks, and Akiā€™s heart soared at the sound, at the smell of her. She carried the aroma of something floral and fresh, a new perfume, no doubt. Aki, as desperate as ever, wore the same cologne he wore when the two of them were still husband and wife (as opposed to whatever they were now) in the selfish hope that she might be reminded of those days.
He cleared his throat, heart racing against his ribcage. ā€œHow was your trip over here?ā€ He asked. ā€œYou look lovely.ā€
Makima smiled, adjusting the hem of her pretty red dress, the one with a low-cut neckline that revealed a tasteful amount of cleavage and accentuated the beautiful curves of her body. ā€œIt was provincial.ā€
"Provincial?" he echoed with a faint smile, his attempt at humor falling flat. "Did you walk here?ā€
"Why would I?" she teased, her tone light but her gaze sharp. She picked up the menu without waiting for his response, flipping through it leisurely. "Letā€™s not waste time, Aki. Order for me. You know what I like."
"Of course," he murmured, signaling the waiter. His hands trembled slightly as he recited her usual orderā€”A glass-and-a-half of merlot, and a beer for him.
The silence between them stretched thin as they waited for their food. Aki cleared his throat again, desperate to fill the void. "Workā€™s beenā€¦ busy. I had a case this week that reminded me of the ones we used to handle together."
Makima arched an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Still clinging to the past, I see."
They had only been apart for six months, in his defense. Compared to the eight years they had spent together, it wasnā€™t nearly enough time.
"Iā€™m not clinging," he lied, his voice cracking slightly. "Justā€¦ reminiscing."
"Hmm," she hummed noncommittally, taking a sip of her water. "And howā€™s your health? Still smoking like a chimney?"
"Iā€™ve cut back," he said quickly, eager to please. "Only a couple a day now."
Her lips curled into a faint smile, but it didnā€™t reach her eyes. "Progress, I suppose."
The tension between them was palpable, and Aki felt himself floundering. He reached into his pocket, fingers brushing against the small velvet box heā€™d been carrying all week. Taking a deep breath, he pulled it out and set it on the table between them.
Makimaā€™s eyes flicked to the box, her expression finally betraying a glimmer of curiosity. "Whatā€™s this?"
"A gift," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "For you."
She hesitated for a moment before picking up the box, her manicured fingers deftly undoing the clasp. Inside was a pair of delicate diamond earrings, the stones catching the soft light of the restaurant. They were understated but elegant, just like her.
"They reminded me of you," Aki said, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. "I thoughtā€¦ I thought you might like them."
Makima studied the earrings for a long moment before closing the box with a soft click. "Theyā€™re lovely," she said, her tone neutral.Ā 
ā€œTry them on,ā€ Aki implored her.
ā€œIā€™ll try them on later,ā€ She replied, and Aki visibly deflated at the words.
A tense moment passed, and then, finally Aki acknowledged the elephant in the room, ā€œHow is everything with yourā€¦ your husband?ā€
The words felt like knives in his chest.
Makima tilted her head slightly, a faint smile gracing her lips. "My marriage isā€¦ good. Stable. Heā€™s dependable, attentive, and he listens." Her tone was measured, almost clinical, as though she were describing a well-functioning machine rather than a relationship. "Everything Iā€™ve always wanted."
Aki felt his stomach drop, her words a cold slap to his face. He tried to smile, nodding as though he could be happy for her, but the ache in his chest told a different story. "Thatā€™s good," he murmured, his voice hollow. "Iā€™m glad."
But he wasnā€™t glad. Not even a little.Ā 
The image of her with another man, sharing the moments that had once been his, twisted like a knife in his gut. He wanted to be the bigger person, to wish her well and mean it, but the truth was, he couldnā€™t. Not when every word she spoke felt like another reminder of how he had failed her.Ā 
Instead, what came out was, ā€œI donā€™t know why you want to go through with this fake marriage stuff. It doesn't make sense. How long are you going to drag this out?ā€
ā€œIā€™m happier this way,ā€ She answered calmly, like she was talking about the weather and not her other marriage. ā€œAnd youā€™re desperate. Itā€™s not attractive.ā€
Her words hurt. Bad. The slightest flinch in his expression probably betrayed that much, but he couldnā€™t help it. She always knew exactly what to say to keep him up at night.Ā 
With a frown, he retorted, ā€œYouā€™re punishing me. What do I have to do to show you Iā€™m sorry?ā€
Makimaā€™s demeanor shifted enough for Aki to know he had pissed her off ā€“ even if she didnā€™t explicitly say it. Her eyes darkened, glazed over with that apathetic haze he hated as she asked, ā€œIā€™m punishing you?ā€
Aki said nothing, letting his gaze fall to the floor. She was right. For what he did, he probably deserved this.
ā€œDoĀ  you really not understand the gravity of your situation?ā€ She added, as if asking him to reiterate didnā€™t hurt enough. Her hands were folded neatly atop the table, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes full of nothing but apathy ā€“ yet her words bore a sharpness that cut deep. ā€œEvery day that I had to wake up and look at you was my punishment. Iā€™m doing you a favor.ā€
When he said nothing, she continued, ā€œIf you donā€™t go through with this, Aki, you will neverā€¦ see me again. I can promise you that much.ā€
His stomach was tied up in knots ā€“ a heady feeling of nausea burning its way up the back of his throat. It felt as if his heart had been ripped right out of his chest. Still, though he felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, he built up the strength to nod.
He deserved this, didnā€™t he?Ā 
ā€œLetā€™s wrap up early,ā€ Makima sighed, dusting off her lap and standing up. ā€œI can eat at home.ā€
Akiā€™s gaze flitted up to her, heart racing. ā€œWhat?ā€ He tried, ā€œSit down, letā€™s eat. Youā€™ve only been here for a little while.ā€
She didnā€™t even look at him as she shouldered her bag and gathered her belongings ā€“ including his earrings. ā€œNo, thanks,ā€ She replied. ā€œI lost my appetite,ā€ When she was ready to go, she finally looked at Aki (and made him wish she hadnā€™t). ā€œMy husband is waiting outside.ā€
Iā€™m your husband.
Not him.
Me.
Aki didnā€™t miss the way she put emphasis on the word husband ā€“ as if this little infatuation wasnā€™t a contractual one. Six months of this shit was enough to have him at his wits end. Again, the thought of her happy with someone else, even if it wasnā€™t realā€¦. It was enough to drive him up the wall, keep him up at night.
He furrowed his brows, ā€œI only get to see you once a week, Makima. Canā€™t weā€“ā€
ā€œThatā€™s more than enough,ā€ She interjected. Again, her words cut deep.Ā 
ā€œWeā€™re married,ā€ He reminded her, though it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Could he even call their relationship a marriage? They lived in two separate homes, had two separate lives, and ā€“ as of today ā€“ had two separate spouses. ā€œWeā€™re supposed to see each other every day, if you want to be technical.ā€
ā€œIn principle, yes,ā€ She added. Her voice was calm, calculated, but the message was harsh, ā€œIn practice, I can hardly bear to look at you. Weā€™re not husband and wife anymore. If you want to keep seeing me, then thatā€™s something youā€™ll have to come to terms with.ā€
Then, without so much as a goodbye, she walked away.
Aki sat there long after Makima had left, the cold, untouched plate of food mocking him as the restaurant buzzed on around him. His heart felt like it had been ripped to shreds and left on the table beside her empty chair. He tipped his head back, letting out a quiet breath, the warmth of the restaurant doing nothing to stave off the chill settling in his chest.Ā Ā 
His fingers brushed the rim of his glass, and before he could think better of it, he motioned to the waiter. "Another round," he said, his voice gruff.Ā Ā 
The drinks kept coming, and with every sip, the edges of his heartbreak dulled just a little. He told himself it wasnā€™t to drown his pain but to find clarity in the haze. Makima's words echoed in his mind, over and over: ā€œWeā€™re not husband and wife anymore."
By the time he paid the tab, his limbs felt heavy, his thoughts muddled. The world tilted slightly as he stood, stuffing his wallet into his jacket pocket. At least he didnā€™t have to drive, he thought, as he stepped out into the cool night air. The bar was only a few blocks away from his place, and walking was safeā€”safer than going home and facing the emptiness waiting for him there.Ā Ā 
But instead of heading to his apartment, his feet carried him somewhere else. He didnā€™t even realize where he was going until he stood at the corner near Makimaā€™s building, the faint glow of her apartment windows visible against the dark sky.Ā Ā 
His better judgment screamed at him to turn back, to leave her alone. But drunk, heartbroken, and full of misplaced determination, Aki walked toward her building. The thought of her with himā€”her so-called ā€œhusbandā€ā€”gnawed at his insides.Ā Ā 
His lips on her hand, her skin, her neckā€¦
His stomach twisted. That box had meant something. Heā€™d agonized over itā€”picked out the perfect earrings, wrapped it carefully, written her name in his cleanest handwriting. And now it sat here, abandoned, like it meant nothing at all.Ā Ā 
Akiā€™s jaw clenched as his gaze flicked up to the second-story window, drawn to the warm glow spilling out onto the street. She was there. Makima. Her silhouette was unmistakable, standing closeā€”too closeā€”to the man beside her. Akiā€™s breath hitched as she leaned in, her head tilting just enough for him to see the way her lips pressed against the other manā€™s.Ā Ā 
Not just a kiss. A deep, lingering one.Ā Ā 
The world around him spun as nausea clawed its way up his throat. His chest burned, his heart thudding painfully against his ribs. His hands balled into fists at his sides, and without thinking, he pulled out his phone, fumbling to unlock it with freezing, clumsy fingers.Ā Ā 
He tapped her name. The phone rang. Once. Twice. His eyes stayed glued to the window, hopingā€”prayingā€”that she would step back, check her phone, and answer. But no. The call went to voicemail.Ā Ā 
ā€œAh, shit,ā€ he muttered under his breath, tapping redial with shaking fingers.Ā Ā 
It rang again, louder in his ear this time, but it ended the same way. No answer.Ā Ā 
He let out a bitter laugh, his voice cracking under the weight of it all. Of course, she wouldnā€™t pick up. Not now.
He called one more time, his voice barely a whisper as he stared up at that now-dark window. ā€œPick up, damn it. Pick up.ā€Ā Ā 
Nothing.Ā Ā 
His gaze dropped back to the car, and the box sitting in the backseat felt like a cruel reminder of everything heā€™d lostā€”or maybe everything he never really had. His breathing quickened, the alcohol amplifying the surge of anger and humiliation in his chest. He spotted a rock near the edge of the driveway, half-buried in dirt.Ā Ā 
The rational part of himā€”the one that normally reined in his impulsesā€”was drowning in whiskey and despair. He stumbled over, grabbed the rock, and staggered back toward the car.Ā Ā 
ā€œThis is fucking ridiculous,ā€ he muttered, raising the jagged stone. ā€œSheā€™s ridiculous. Iā€™m ridiculous.ā€Ā Ā 
The rock crashed through the car window with a deafening shatter. Glass sprayed across the seat as the alarm screamed into the cold night air. Aki winced at the sound, his heart pounding as he shoved his arm through the broken window to grab the box. The shards scratched his hand, but he didnā€™t care. He yanked the box out and stumbled back, clutching it tightly in his arms like it was some kind of trophy.Ā Ā 
But before he could even catch his breath, he saw it: the unmistakable flash of red and blue lights cutting through the darkness.Ā Ā 
ā€œOh, fuck,ā€ he muttered, his stomach dropping.Ā Ā 
A patrol car rolled up slowly, its headlights illuminating him in harsh, unforgiving light. He froze, his grip on the box tightening as two officers stepped out. One of them shone a flashlight directly into his face, and he squinted, raising a hand to shield his eyes.Ā Ā 
ā€œSir, step away from the vehicle,ā€ one of them said firmly, their voice sharp and no-nonsense.Ā Ā 
Aki opened his mouth, but his brain was too foggy to form a coherent excuse. ā€œUh... I can explainā€”ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œIt looks like you broke into a car,ā€ the other officer cut in, their tone laced with skepticism.Ā Ā 
ā€œYeah, okay, fine, it is what it looks like,ā€ Aki admitted, the weight of the situation crashing down on him all at once.Ā Ā 
The officer sighed, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. ā€œTurn around and put your hands behind your back.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œCome on,ā€ Aki groaned, his voice slurred as he stumbled forward. ā€œThis isnā€™t... this isnā€™t even about the car, itā€™sā€”itā€™s personal.ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œPersonal or not, you just committed a crime,ā€ the officer replied.Ā Ā 
Aki felt the cold steel of the cuffs bite into his wrists as they clicked shut. His head swam as they guided him toward the patrol car, the box slipping from his grasp and falling onto the pavement. He glanced back over his shoulder, his heart sinking further when he saw her apartment. The lights had gone out, the window now dark and empty.Ā Ā 
As they pushed him into the backseat of the car, Aki leaned his head against the window, closing his eyes. ā€œGreat,ā€ he muttered bitterly. ā€œJust fucking great.ā€
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marcell-arts Ā· 3 days ago
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snippets from Rookie IV
Viago gives a lecture to his newly graduated Crows of House de Riva.
Viago paced the hall like a professor in a lecture. The room itself was an old operating theatre, and followed a circular structure around a central stage. The new Crows were seated on the benches surrounding it, not quite taking notes but listening with rapt attention.Ā 
Viago's lean strides were mesmerising as he prowled the stage. "You will all be taking your first contracts soon," Viago said eventually, "And when you do, you'll start having doubts." He stopped in the middle of the stage and looked them all in the eye. "I know you have all proved yourselves loyal to House de Riva, but it is different when you are out there, on your own, holding another person's life in your hands."
Some of them shuffled uncomfortably, but they were silent.Ā 
"All Crows come to this point in their lives. When we ask ourselves if this person that is written in our contracts deserves to die. Who are we to pass on that judgement onto a stranger? It is a sensible question.
"Not all our marks are murderers, or rapists, or smugglers. Some may not even be horrible people, to most who know them. You may gaze into the eyes of your victims and see something familiar, pitiful, or even similar to yourself. What do you do then?"Ā 
There was another silence. Then one Crow says steadily, "We always finish a contract."Ā 
Viago inclined his head. "Yes we do. Consider thisā€”who is it, that gives you your contracts?"Ā 
There was a mumbled 'You' that went around the room.Ā 
'Correct. Know that any contract that is handed to you, first went through me. I spend hours every day receiving requests from all sorts of people across Thedas. I read them. You all have helped to research them. Every story is investigated, checked, and deliberated on. Most are rejected, even before we negotiate price. How do you think I judge whether a contract is worth acquiring?"Ā 
There was a thoughtful silence this time.Ā 
"If it helps Antiva?" Jerome piped up.Ā 
"Not all contracts are in Antiva though," someone else argued.Ā 
"When it is beneficial to the House!"Ā 
Viago nodded. "Both are correct. In fact, here are many reasons why I might write up a contract. They don't have to all check a certain box. Antivan Crows are sworn to protect the people of Antiva, so that is always a priority. However, we are also always looking for an advantageā€”whether that is in gold, property, or allegiances, even a favour. You are all well aware now that even amongst the other Houses of the Crows we are competitive. Reputation and influence are a more useful currency in this age."Ā 
He shifted his weight to his other leg and crossed his arms. "Do you remember your history lessons when you were children? On how the first Crows came about?" He glanced around for someone to pick on. "Rookie?"Ā 
She sighed. "We started as a group of monks who poisoned a duke. Some sort of freedom fighters, for the common people."Ā 
"Correct. Though many won't admit it, and to be fair we don't often show it, the Crows do stand for an underlying justice in our work. We are unafraid to kill kings and queens, holy figures, the worst criminalsā€”people who even authority figures are afraid to face. And so when the time comes, the question you should be asking yourselves isn't so muchĀ 'does this person deserve to die'Ā , but more ofĀ 'why does someone want them dead?'Ā "
There was some laughter amongst them but Viago didn't smile. He spread his hands.
"To genuinely want someone dead is a significant feeling, is it not? Many people irritate me. And yet I don't want most of them dead. And even if I do, to go so far as to hire an Antivan Crow to do the job? Instead of cheaper mercenaries, brigands, and others of the like? One only hires an Antivan Crow if they think no one else can kill the target. A target too powerful or influential for a common man to reach."Ā 
There was a hum of agreement from his audience.Ā 
He sighed and lowered his voice. "Remember this, when you look into the eyes of your victim to deliver the final blow. If they were a truly good person, a truly innocent person, then they probably wouldn't be marked for death."Ā 
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cementcornfield Ā· 5 months ago
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the way i know it's taking everything in him not to say some ridiculous comment to the press rn šŸ˜­
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mars-ipan Ā· 1 year ago
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HOOO my brother just touched a nerve
#marzi speaks#he asked if i wanted to fish with him and our grandpa#i declined bc i only really like flyfishing#HE goes ā€˜oh alright. i donā€™t mean to be misogynistic [bad sign] but itā€™s kind of a more masculine thing anywaysā€™#i am immediately reminded of one of the first times i became infuriated at gender roles#my great uncle was taking a lot of cousins on a fishing trip#i asked to come with (i knew how to fish at this point- my aunts had taught me)#he said no- fishing is a manā€™s sport#my mother tore him a new one when she found out#so THAT memory is fresh in my mind#combined with the fact that i am now trans and have had my masculinity called into question#so i get Irritated. and go off on him about assigning arbitrary gendered attitudes to things that donā€™t require them#and how inappropriate it is for him to assign or revoke from me certain gender labels over the act of throwing string on a stick in water#and he pulls out my LEAST FAVORITE defense: well itā€™s not a big deal#ā€˜itā€™s not a big dealā€™ is the FASTEST way to piss me off. because itā€™s CLEARLY a big deal to me if iā€™m bothering to get in your face about it#itā€™s so damn dismissive i hate it.#so i yell a bit more (ā€˜youā€™re embarrassing meā€™ ā€˜be embarrassed i do not careā€™) and eventually get myself to a point where i go#ā€˜Look. iā€™m setting a boundary here. donā€™t assign values of masculine or feminine or whatever to anything i do bc that isnā€™t your placeā€™#and he goes. ā€˜okay. iā€™ll try for you. for YOU specifically. and iā€™m not gonna be perfectā€™#which is frustrating as HELL. every promise this motherfucker makes comes with 50 disclaimers like heā€™s signing a goddamn contract#so i tell him ā€˜quit with all the extra shit iā€™m not expecting perfection youā€™re a goddamn human being. just tell me youā€™ll try.ā€™#so he starts again and i have to cut him off after ā€˜i will tryā€™ so he doesnā€™t put his damn foot in his damn mouth again#UGGGHHHH. GODDD#iā€™ll probs apologize to him about blowing up later and try to explain how he touched a nerve#but right now i am going to be frustrated#also i feel like heā€™s gonna start saying too much because he can never let dust settle and frustrate me all over again so is it worth it?#i dunno#but AGH. GOD
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vettelcore Ā· 1 year ago
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i found put yesterday i can lift more than 60kg and my ego has never been bigger
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mckinlily Ā· 1 year ago
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Plot armor but itā€™s Bruce Wayneā€™s wealth.
Bruce is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce does not want to be one of the richest men in world.
He starts by implementing high starting salaries and full health care coverages for all levels at Wayne Enterprises. This in vastly improves retention and worker productivity, and WE profits soar. He increases PTO, grants generous parental and family leave, funds diversity initiatives, boosts salaries again. WE is ranked ā€œ#1 worker-friendly corporationā€, and productively and profits soar again.
Ok, so clearly investing his workers isnā€™t the profit-destroying doomed strategy his peers claim it is. Bruce is going to keep doing it obviously (his next initiative is to ensure all part-time and contractors get the same benefits and pay as full time employees), but he is going to have to find a different way to dump his money.
But you know what else is supposed to be prohibitively expensive? Green and ethical initiatives. Yes, Bruce can do that. He creates and fund a 10 year plan to covert all Wayne facilities to renewable energy. He overhauls all factories to employ the best environmentally friendly practices and technologies. He cuts contracts with all suppliers that engage in unethical employment practices and pays for other to upgrade their equipment and facilities to meet WEā€™s new environmental and safety requirements. He spares no expense.
Yeah, Wayne Enterprises is so successful that they spin off an entire new business arm focused on helping other companies convert to environmentally friendly and safe practices like they did in an efficient, cost effective, successful way.
Admittedly, investing in his own company was probably never going to be the best way to get rid of his wealth. He slashes his own salary to a pittance (god knows he has more money than he could possibly know what to do with already) and keeps investing the profits back into the workers, and WE keeps responding with nearly terrifying success.
So WE is a no-go, and Bruce now has numerous angry billionaires on his back because theyā€™ve been claiming all these measures heā€™s implementing are too expensive to justify for decades and theyā€™re finding it a little hard to keep the wool over everyoneā€™s eyes when Idiot Softheart Bruice Wayne has money spilling out his ears. BUT Bruce can invest in Gotham. Thatā€™ll go well, right?
Gothamā€™s infrastructure is the OSHA anti-Christ and even what little is up to code is constantly getting destroyed by Rogue attacks. Surely THAT will be a money sink.
Except the only non-corrupt employer in Gotham city isā€¦.Wayne Enterprises. Or contractors or companies or businesses that somehow, in some way or other, feed back to WE. Paying wholesale for improvement to Gothamā€™s infrastructure somehow increases WEā€™s profits.
Bruce funds a full system overhaul of Gotham hospital (itā€™s not his fault the best administrative system software is WEā€”he looked), he sets up foundations and trusts for shelters, free clinics, schools, meal plans, day care, literally anything he can think of.
Gotham continues to be a shithole. Bruce Wayne continues to be richer than god against his Batman-ingrained will.
Oh, and Bruice Wayne is no longer viewed as solely a spoiled idiot nepo baby. The public responds by investing in WE and anything else he owns, and stop doing this, please.
Bruce sets up a foundation to pay the college tuition of every Gotham citizen who applies. Itā€™s so successful that within 10 years, donations from previous recipients more than cover incoming need, and Bruce canā€™t even donate to his own charity.
But by this time, Bruce has children. If he canā€™t get rid of his wealth, he can at least distribute it, right?
Except Dick Grayson absolutely refuses to receive any of his money, wonā€™t touch his trust fund, and in fact has never been so successful and creative with his hacking skills as he is in dumping the money BACK on Bruce. Jason died and wonā€™t legally resurrect to take his trust fund. Tim has his own inherited wealth, refuses to inherit more, and in fact happily joins forces with Dick to hack accounts and return whatever money he tries to give them. Cass has no concept of monetary wealth and gives him panicked, overwhelmed eyes whenever he so much as implies offering more than $100 at once. Damian is showing worrying signs of following in his precious Richardā€™s footsteps, and Babs barely allows him to fund tech for the Clocktower. At least Steph lets him pay for her tuition and uses his credit card to buy unholy amounts of Batburger. But that is hardly a drop in the ocean of Bruceā€™s wealth. And she wonā€™t even accept a trust fund of only one million.
Jason wins for best-worst child though because he currently runs a very lucrative crime empire. And although he pours the vast, vast majority of his profits back into Crime Alley, whenever he gets a little too rich for his tastes, he dumps the money on Bruce. At this point, Bruce almost wishes he was being used for money laundering because then heā€™s at least not have the money.
So childrenā€”generous, kindhearted, stubborn till the day they die the little shits, childrenā€”are also out.
Bruce was funding the Justice League. But then finances were leaked, and the public had an outcry over one man holding so much sway over the worldā€™s superheroes (nevermind Bruce is one of those superheroesā€”but the public canā€™t know that). So Bruce had to do some fancy PR trickery, concede to a policy of not receiving a majority of funds from one individual, and significantly decrease his contributions because no one could match his donations.
At his wits end, Bruce hires a team of accounts to search through every crinkle and crevice of tax law to find what loopholes or shortcuts can be avoided in order to pay his damn taxes to the MAX.
The results are horrifying. According to the strictest definition of the law, the government owes him money.
Bruce burns the report, buries any evidence as deeply as he can, and organizes a foundation to lobby for FAR higher taxation of the upper class.
All this, and Wayne Enterprises is happily chugging along, churning profit, expanding into new markets, growing in the stock market, and trying to force the credit and proportionate compensation on their increasingly horrified CEO.
Bruce Wayne is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce Wayne will never not be one of the richest men in the world.
But by GOD is he trying.
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satoruan Ā· 11 months ago
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MOMENTS WITH YOUR PREGNANT BELLY w/Jujutsu Kaisen Ā 
( CW ) f!reader, reader is pregnant(duh), tooth-rotting fluff Ā 
Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Geto SuguruĀ 
author's note: short rewrite from my old blog
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ā˜¾ GOJO SATORUĀ 
"Toru, stop splashing my stomach!" you exclaimed at your playful husband, attempting to push the lukewarm bathwater onto your stomach, inadvertently splashing your face. "But she likes it, look!" he exclaimed with a huge smile as your daughter continued to kick your stomach. "I donā€™t need to look; I can feel it," you rolled your eyes. "Feels like sheā€™s trying to break my ribs." You let out a little grunt when she kicks a particular spot. Satoru shoots a worried glance at you. "Are you alright?" he asks, rubbing smooth circles on your stomach. "I'm okay; she just keeps kicking the same spot," you gave him a small smile when he leans down to kiss your belly. "Hey now, take it easy on your momma, or no more splashes for you," he mummers to your stomach. As if your daughter understood, she stops and starts gently kicking in another area. "Look, Angel, she listened to me!" he exclaims before pushing more water into your stomach. "Toru! You got water in my nose!"Ā 
ā˜¾ TOJI FUSHIGUROĀ 
"Are you okay, beautiful?" Toji inquired, concern evident in his eyes as he observes you holding your stomach with a furrowed expression. "Just a big kick from the baby," you struggle to get out, your stomach contracting. "C'mere--lemme make you feel better, baby," he whispered, sitting up on the headboard of the bed and pulling you between his open legs. "What are you doing, Toji?" You question as your husband reached towards the nightstand to grab something. "Makinā€™ my girl feel betterā€“just lay down and relax," he whispers in your ear before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. With the cramps becoming unbearable, you had no other choice but to obey. Eyes squeezed tight, body resting on Tojiā€™s toned chest, you tense when he starts to gently massage your stomach with what feels like lotion. A moan of relief escaped you involuntarily. "Thatā€™s right, let me take care of you," he mummers, continuing the soothing massage.Ā 
ā˜¾ NANAMI KENTOĀ 
"Are you ready to taste heaven, babies?" Nanami smiles warmly at your stomach as if expecting your unborn twins to give a response. Quickly, he leans down and places two affectionate kisses on your stomach, one for each baby. "C'mon, Kento, ā€™m hungry!" you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. Nanami was supposed to be giving you new food items that he found online, but the more he talks, the more it seems like he's eager for his children to be the taste testers rather than you. "You know they canā€™t actually give you a review, right?" you question your husband, but he ignores your sass and reaches for a plate. "Duh, ā€˜course I know that, but they're still going to taste it inside of you," he says as if it's the most obvious thing. "Yeah, all mashed up and mixed with a bunch of different foods. Now, give me that plateā€“Iā€™m hungry!" you insist, reaching out for the plate as your husband laughs.Ā 
ā˜¾ GETO SUGURUĀ 
"I donā€™t think they like me," Suguru grumbles, and you laugh as your unborn child tries and fails to kick their father's head off your stomach. "Hell," Suguru yanks his head up and glares at your protruding stomach. "Hey, donā€™t cuss at my baby," you laugh. "I wouldnā€™t have to if my baby wasnā€™t trying to give me a concussion," he rolls his eyes dramatically before rubbing his calloused fingers on your stomach, The baby kicks at his hand. "Don't be so dramatic, Sugu," you roll your eyes at your husband as he continues to tease your child with his hand. "How do you think I feel when theyā€™re kicking my bladder at three AM?" you laugh. "You better not come out as moody as your mommy," he taunts before pressing a soft kiss on your stomach. "Iā€™ll give you whatever you want when you come out if you let me lay down in peace, deal?" he whispers to your stomach, and all he gets is a harsh kick. "Deserved.ā€ You huff out.Ā 
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sugutiva Ā· 5 months ago
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ā PUFF , PUFF , FUCK ! āž ā€” G. SUGURU
į„«į­”. synopsis : riding suguru while heā€™s high .
tags : smut, p in v, smoking, cowgirl, biting, dirty talk, all lowercase, not proofread !
a/n : sugutiva .
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geto manspreads lazily against the couch with a fat blunt placed on his kiss bitten lips. his red eyes distantly travel over the expanse of your swaying body. the effects of the sativa is apparent in his hazed body language.
your eyes pick up on the way how he barely parts his mouth to sexily exhale the cloud of built up smoke. you canā€™t stop whining; the way how his eyes are lazy but still feel so heavy on your body makes you almost numb.
he tuts when he notices you suppressing your moans and babbles. his favorite sounds.
ā€œ nahhh, donā€™t do that now,ā€ his voice is smooth as it travels sparks of pleasure through your bodyā€” despite sounding a bit strained due to your walls continuing to clamp around him tightly. ā€œ donā€™t hold back those pretty sounds, sweetheart. wanā€™a hear how cock drunk you can be.ā€ his thumb tugs at your bottom lip thatā€™s caught in between your two rows of teeth. he smiles when a sharp moan tumbles out your mouth as the tip of dick constantly knocks against your sweet spot.
ā€œ suguuu, p-pleaseā€” you feel sā€™good!ā€ your words come out as a jumbled slur. heā€™s so bulky, the stretching sensation in your pussy quickly bleeds into pleasure as your bounces on his lap quickly becomes rowdy. your thighs burn with sweet heat from the expand.
he looks at you with the slyest expressionā€” akin to one of a catā€™s. ā€œ yeah? tell me more baby. beg for me to touch you so this filthy pussy can cum on my cock.ā€ his hand slides around your hips to give your ass a few sharp slaps, spurring you on.
a tease is perfect word to describe getoā€” he loved making you bluntly spell out what you wanted even when he knew.
ā€œ i want you to t-touch me,ā€
ā€œ be specific girl, thereā€™s many places on your body that i want to touch.ā€ he quickly corrects you, the hand holding the once lit blunt is thrown over the back of the couch loosely as he focuses his attention on you.
you huff out before complying. ā€œ pleaseā€¦ i want you to rub my clit tilā€™ i cum!ā€ even to your own ears you sound quite pathetic.
but suguru thinks otherwiseā€” he casually gives you a grin at your plead, giving your ass another heartfelt grab before maneuvering his hand to give your throbbing clit itā€™s desired attention. his thumb presses down on the bud before motioning tight circles, inflicting a noisy whine from the new wave of pleasure, leading you closer to your orgasm.
ā€œ likeee this?ā€ he asks and you reply with new frantic moves of your hips. ā€œ mhmm.. seems like it. your practically gushing on my cock baby.ā€ he takes in the scene with amusement.
he bites back an unusual moan from creeping out when your body slams down harsher this time, feeling your pussy rock and hold his leaking cock snuggly almost has him seeing stars. the thumb on your clit speeds as suguru throws his head back, his chest and neck a flushed sweaty mess as strands of his black hair sticks to his damp skin.
heā€™s growing stupid from you bouncing your pussy on him repeatedly in that hypnotic mannerā€” and that sight alone almost rips your orgasm out of you.
you lean over to nip his adamā€™s apple, your pussy contracts when you feel his breath hitch. ā€œ fuuck, thatā€™s it. fuck yourself silly on me, just like that, girl.ā€ he pauses before he lets out a shaky breathā€” itā€™s unintentional, but his voice alone drags you into your powerful orgasm.
you force your hips to continue rocking against him while increased squelches resonates through the fuzzy room along with your combined moans. you feel sparks of electricity shoot through your limbs, your cunt squeezes more slick out, creating a translucent ring around the hefty base of his cock.
you donā€™t get a moment to calm down from your high because suguruā€™s hand moves from your clit to grab your hipā€” his grip boards on painfully but you donā€™t get to dwell on it as his warm fluid paints your walls a creamy white and your mind blank.
his cum is so warm and it makes you feel full inside, he ruts his hips up erratically to make broken hiccups escape your mouth before he eventually stops.
in the aftermath you only focus on the shallow breaths and pants escaping your bodies, suguru breaks the silence. ā€œ iā€¦ canā€™t feel my dick right now.ā€ his voice is much different than beforeā€¦ more breathless. despite that, when you try to lift yourself off his hand pulls your hip down as his body shifts to grab something.
when you hear the familiar flicks of a lighter igniting, you lift your head back up to be greeted with suguru taking a final puff of the blunt, his chest whiffs up with smoke.
you watch as he keeps his chest tight, holding the sativa in his lungs, before he slightly lifts two fingers off the lighter to motion you to come forward for a kiss.
once you do, he exhales into your mouth with his hand holding your jaw tightly and you accept the wave of warmth greedily. the earthy taste hits before flooding your senses hazily and you take in all of what suguru gives you with blissful content. the effects of the suguru and the sativa makes your mind and limbs go misty.
when you part, your lips are still connected with a thin line of spit before you lap it up with a erotic smirk.
ā€œ round two?ā€ before he can answer, your hips start to slowly wind up again.
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Being Sukunaā€™s Pregnant Wife and being worshipped as a diety because you were able to conceive the four armed hulking cursed child, you must have the blessing of fertility
Having a shrine erected in your name because barren women believed youā€™d bless them with fertility despite your legacy starting with the child of the curse that torments them all
Telling your hand maids ā€œDonā€™t bring me my clothes, bring me one of the kings robes.ā€ The hand maids flinching and wanting to protest out of fear of taking the King of Curses robes
The poor naive young hand maid that had grown a crush on the king excitedly rushing if it meant she could enter the private bed chambers,
Scoffing with a malicious smile to your loyal maids when they shook their heads with Sympathy, they learned long before at such a request it would be foolish to go alone, at least 2 or 3 of them would need to go in your name, preferably the ones your husband recognized to be by your side the longest. But you didnā€™t like this new girl, she was too enthusiastic to work at the palace only to have a complete change in character when she learned she was assigned to work for you
ā€œItā€™ll serve that poor girl rightā€ you looked away from the door when your loyal hand maids brought out a wooden box with one of Sukunaā€™s folded Kimonoā€™s they helped you dress your swollen belly accentuated by the belt the kimono tailored to fit your husband left you with extra space and length, it was far more comfortable then the Kimonoā€™s and robes you were, the lingering smell of your husband with comforting as your rubbed your belly hands barely peeking from the massive sleeves
ā€œLetā€™s go see my husband.ā€ Was all you said as you started your walk, the maids followed close as you made it to the bed chambers, the door was open, you looked in, Sukuna sneering down at the girl laying in a pool of blood, Uraume was making quick work of the mess
Sukunaā€™s snapped to you and his armā€™s opening in an unusual display of affection, you walked around the mess to reach him, he pulled you into his left side, one hand on your waist the other making you face him, bring his right hand up he rested his hand on your stomach ā€œSome of your maids need a lesson on how to speak to their king,ā€ he looked away from your face to your stomach as he started to move his hands in circles ā€œSo swollen with my child, itā€™s no wonder you send your maids to steal my robes.ā€
You smack his shoulder with a playful smile and he chuckled ā€œDonā€™t say it like that you make me feel bigger than i am.ā€
ā€œNow,ā€ he looked up at your face again, ā€œwhy are you here.ā€
You tilted your head to the side, ā€œI started contractions this morning, Iā€™ve been in pain all day and Iā€™m barely standing, my new maid wouldnā€™t stop speaking so highly of my husband accomplishing having a child when I was at my worst pain level getting ready to push out YOUR child that I HAD to carry. Anyhow I came to get you because he is ready to come.ā€
Sukuna stared down at you confused ā€œHow do you know itā€™s a boy?ā€
ā€œIā€™m his mother,ā€ he watched as you placed your hand over his stilling his rubbing of your stomach, ā€œI knew he was a boy from the day your seed took.ā€
Sukuna smirked ā€œIs that so? Then letā€™s see this boy.ā€
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After an hour of fighting the doctor tending to your birth you gave birth to your lively son, born screaming without needing stimulation to cry form the doctor. Your husband couldnā€™t help but laugh when he saw his child in his full glory, he was a boy indeed.
The help immediately gave you your son and you cooed at him when he took to your breast, your husband taking blankets from the maids and covered your son also covering you in the process as you struggled a bit to pass what came next. Your son a spitting image of his father, your breathy laugh caught Sukunaā€™s attention as he came back to your bed side stroking your hair and rubbing your stomach the way the help had been doing.
ā€œWhat amuses you?ā€ He watched his son slowly close his eyes as you coddled him closer.
ā€œIā€™m the one who had to carry him for so long, and the ingrate took nothing from me.ā€ You smiled and shook your head before looking up at Sukuna.
Soon the doctor left after clearing you of any possible issues and checking your son. ā€œHis name?ā€ You looked at Sukuna and he sighed ā€œYujiā€
The look of adoration in your eyes was something Sukuna wouldā€™ve wanted to capture forever if he could express the sentiment. However for now heā€™d settle for memorizing every detail of today. His wife birthing his first heir, the name she had chosen he permitted.
Maybe just maybe this world wasnā€™t so bad
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CEO Bucky takes his anger out on his secretary (ft smut)
Imagine CEO!Bucky accidently taking his anger out on his already stressed out secretary. He gets mean and you will deal with it because I wanted this angst turned smut to go from chest itching to stomach fluttering.Ā 
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Your stomach twisted in knots looking at the pile of papers you had stacked on your desk, the phone still ringing while new messages popped up in your email inbox every 5 minutes. The files had to be organized by the next meeting and the number on the phone display was one you couldnā€™t ignore. The back to back messages were from various investors, each person insisting they were a priority over the others. You kept the receiver between your ear and shoulder, your hands flying around your desk madly between papers and tapping your keyboard.Ā 
You quickly added a few more meetings to the calendar before hurrying to your bosses office to remind him of one he had later that afternoon. You hesitated before knocking at the door, the closed doors indicating he was busy, but you knew heā€™d want a heads up about the meeting.Ā 
ā€œMr. Barnes, you have a meeting with Stark Enterprises at 3:30-
ā€œDidnā€™t I tell you to move this meeting to next week?ā€ Bucky snapped, blue eyes glaring at you while you blinked in confusion.Ā ā€œWell?ā€Ā 
ā€œN-noā€ You shook your head, youā€™d never missed an email before and youā€™d always been on top of scheduling changes on time. Bucky mumbled something under his breath before waving you off, the shrill sound of his phone going off.Ā 
ā€œBarnesā€ Bucky grunted, answering the phone without looking back at you, leaving to you scramble away and figure out if you could rearrange the date with Tony Stark.Ā 
Which was a mess in itself.Ā 
You had to argue back and forth, pleading to no end for a different day with Starks assistant only reluctantly agreeing after nearly half an hour.Ā 
ā€œYou really should be more responsible, canā€™t believe Barnes has the likes of you working under himā€ the woman on the phone clicked her tongue before slamming down the receiver, cutting the call. You sighed, taking in a deep breath to calm the tightness you felt in your throat, you didnā€™t have time to break down now.Ā 
You printed the up coming contracts for Bucky to sign, organizing them by name and highlighting the places he had to sign so he didnā€™t have to bother finding the space for signatures. You scurried back into his office, dreading the tense click of his jaw, your nerves increasing even more.Ā 
ā€œSir, these are your papers-ā€ You stumbled over the corner of the rug, scattering the papers onto the floor, your heart hammering out of your chest when you saw Bucky irritatedly run his fingers through his hair.Ā 
ā€œFor fucks sake, y/n, Iā€™m already stressed, donā€™t screw more shit up!ā€ He growled, eyes hardening at the sight of the papers strewn across the floor of his office while you stayed frozen on the spot.Ā Your eyes glossed over, quickly scrambling to the floor to grab the documents, mumbling apologies over and over again, hoping none of your tears stained the paper.Ā The sight of tears streaking down your face broke Bucky out of his frustrated state, instantly regretting the tone heā€™d used with you.Ā 
ā€œFuckā€ Bucky cursed under his breath, getting out of his chair to help you but youā€™d already managed to pick everything up, immediately trying to scramble away.
ā€œY/nā€Ā 
You didnā€™t stop, unable to take more of Buckyā€™s wrath, continuing to hurry towards the door, desperately trying to hold down your sniffles and aggressively wiping your cheeks.Ā 
ā€œY/nā€Ā 
Bucky sighed, gently reaching out to grab your arm and pulling you to face him, his feeling even worse when you kept your eyes trained on the floor, your arms wrapped around yourself.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m sorry, p-please d-onā€™t yellā€ You choked out, still trying to hold your composure together, fighting the way your body wanted to break down into sobsĀ 
ā€œItā€™s okay. Iā€™m sorry, Iā€™m sorryā€ his heart broke seeing the tears collecting in your lash line, his thumb swiping away the ones that spilled out. ā€œMā€™sorry babyā€ he wasnā€™t sure where the pet name came from but he couldnā€™t help it, letting it naturally roll off his tongue.Ā You were still rigid, refusing to look at him, nearly flinching when he pulled you closer, tilting your chin up to meet his steel blues.Ā 
ā€œLook at meā€ He spoke softly now, as if he were trying to coax a small animal out of hiding, his touch gentle,Ā ā€œIā€™m sorry, I shouldnā€™t have yelled at youā€
ā€œItā€™s okayā€ you shrugged, slipping out of his hold, quickly wiping your face and going back to work as if nothing had happened. Even though heā€™d apologized, his words rang through your mind for the rest of the day.Ā 
In fact, they stuck with you through the entire week.Ā 
Bucky hated the way you didnā€™t even look at him anymore. He missed your soft good mornings and shy smile whenever he walked into his office. Now all you did was keep your head down, freezing in fear as soon as you heard his footsteps. And it was all his fault.Ā 
He despised that he made you feel scared of him, his own anger being the cause of upsetting you when you had been nothing but sweet from the day heā€™d met you. You were also the best heā€™d ever had; no one else had ever come close to how brilliantly you worked; you never missed anything.Ā He nearly spat out the coffee that was placed on his table, missing the perfect cup you made for him every morning.Ā 
You only spoke 1-2 words, retreating from his office as soon as you got what you needed, your eyes always trained on the floor, looking away from him.Ā He couldnā€™t take it anymore, feeling more guilty each day; he couldnā€™t go on any longer without your sweetness.Ā 
You blinked at the baby pink roses that sat in a basket on your desk along with a little bear placed on top, a small hand made Iā€™m Sorry heart sitting in its furry hands, clearly in Buckyā€™s handwriting. You traced over the soft teddy holding it in your hands before going to his office. Before you could say anything, Bucky was up and out of his seat, desperately hoping youā€™d hear him out.Ā 
ā€œMā€™sorry y/nā€ His soft eyes were filled with sadness and regret as he reached out to hold your hands in his, not wanting you to run off again,Ā ā€œIā€™m so sorry angel, thereā€™s no excuse, I shouldnā€™t have yelled at youā€Ā 
ā€œItā€™s fineā€ You whispered, still avoiding his gaze.Ā 
ā€œHey, itā€™s not fineā€ Bucky shook his head, cupping your face to make you look at him,Ā ā€œItā€™s not baby, I shouldnā€™t have ever treated you that way. You do everything for me, I shouldnā€™t have taken out my anger on youā€Ā 
ā€œI shouldnā€™t have messed u-
ā€œDonā€™t, absolutely not. You never do sweets, it was me who messed up. Never you.Ā Will you forgive me, doll?ā€ Bucky nervously bit his lip while you gave him a small nod, that adorable shy smile he loved so much making its way to your lips.Ā 
ā€œGod, I missed thisā€ He whispered, his thumb tracing over your lips, chuckling at the tiny confused pout you gave him after.
ā€œWhat did you missā€Ā 
ā€œThis little smile you always have whenever youā€™re around meā€ Bucky smirked at the way you grew more bashful, doe eyes darting about,Ā ā€œDo you have any idea how much I love when you look at me like that?ā€Ā 
ā€œMr-Mr. Barnesā€ Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands slowly moved to hold your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands made their way to his chest to ground yourself, forgetting how to breathe as he pressed his lips against yours. It started off soft and slow; his sweet tongue turning sinful as he walked over to his chair, pulling you to straddle him without breaking apart once.Ā You let out a needy whimper feeling him harden under you though Bucky was still focused on kissing your soft skin, his lips fluttering across every inch.Ā 
Youā€™d never been this close to Bucky before, the intoxicating scent of his cologne making your heart race, his calloused large hands roaming your body. You hadnā€™t even realized you were grinding down on his thick bulge until he let out a groan, stilling your hips.Ā 
ā€œKeep that up bunny and youā€™ll make me cum in my pants like a little boyā€ Bucky let out a strained chuckle, using every bit of his self restraint not to tear your clothes off.Ā 
ā€œPlease?ā€ You wiggled against him again, needing to be closer, Buckyā€™s resolve slowly crumbling. How could he hold back when you were practically humping your soaked needy cunt right on his erection.Ā 
ā€œPlease what, sweetsā€Ā 
ā€œNeed you Sirā€ your voice had melted in a whine and that was all it took.Ā The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor caused more arousal to dampen your panties, nearly drooling at the sight of his cock as he pulled it out.Ā 
ā€œAre-are you sure?ā€ He checked with you once more, not wasting a second ripping your blouse off as soon as you nodded. He threw your bra off next before lifting your skirt up and pulling your panties to the, rubbing his fingers through your folds.Ā 
ā€œSir, pleaseeā€Ā 
ā€œI got you, I got you baby. Wanted to make love for our first time angel, give you a bed with rose petals nā€™ champagne over iceā€ He whispered, recounting every fantasy heā€™d thought of from the day heā€™d met you,Ā ā€œWanted to make you feel good baby, throw your legs over my shoulders and nurse off this little clitā€
He rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, continuing.Ā 
ā€œNā€™ then youā€™d be my sweet pillow princess. Iā€™d let you lie down all night while I fuck your soul angel. Iā€™d give you my cum all night, pump you full of my creamā€Ā 
ā€œNeed you nowā€ You whimpered, clutching onto the lapels of his blazer, not that you didnā€™t want everything he was telling you but you couldn't wait.Ā 
ā€œAlright baby, cā€™mereā€ He pulled you closer, your bare chest pressed against his as he rubbed his swollen cockhead to gather your slick before breeching your tight hole, his hips gently pushing up till he was buried to the hilt,Ā ā€œThatā€™s it, shhh take all of meā€Ā 
Bucky gave you a second to adjust to his size, his wide hands splayed across your body to hold you in place as he began to thrust up. You gasped in pleasure, your voice melting into a moan as he picked you up and placed you on his desk, pushing your thighs to hit your chest, hitting an even deeper angel.Ā 
ā€œOH GOD-MR-BARNESā€ You wailed as he fucked you harder, his heard thrown back, tie loosened, tightening the grip he had on your legs, keeping you spread out wide open. He groaned at the sight of his thick cock disappearing in and out of you while you moaned and sobbed on his desk, taking everything he gave you.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s right baby, say my name, let everyone know who makes you feel this goodā€ He grunted through gritted teeth, holding off his orgasm while bringing his thumb to rub your clit again.Ā 
ā€œI-Iā€™m gonna-OH-GOD-PLEASEE
ā€œFuck you sound perfectā€ Bucky moaned feeling you choke his length, fluttering and pulling him deeper as your orgasm washed over you, his own release dangerously close.Ā ā€œGod you feel so fuckinā€™ good when you cum baby. One more angel, just one moreā€ Bucky practically pleaded with you, speeding up his fingers till he saw your eyes roll back, silent screams leaving your mouth as your juices soaked his balls.Ā 
ā€œFuck mā€™cumming so hard for you babyā€ He groaned, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts before stilling and spilling ropes of cum into you. He kept his cock inside while bending down to pick you up and sit back in his chair again. He sat with you for a while, petting your hair and kissing you, whispering sweet nothings.Ā 
ā€œReady to go?ā€ He whispered, looking down to see if youā€™d fallen asleep while you snuggled into him with your eyes closed.Ā 
ā€œToo tired sirā€ You pouted, nuzzling into his chest, refusing to move, your body too fucked out to even stand.Ā 
ā€œI got you babyā€ Bucky smiled, shrugging off his blazer and wrapping you up before carrying you away in his arms, ready to take you home, right where you belonged ā€œGonna make love to my pretty girlā€Ā 
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Bedtime Stories | Daniel Ricciardo x Author! Reader
Summary: For the past six years, you've been dreaming of a future with Daniel. Until one silly little interview shatters every illusion.
Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Baby fever. End of a relationship. Daniel bashing.
Female reader with various faceclaims. Takes place in the 2022 season.
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User 2 no, it's not an announcement. her best friend is currently pregnant and she was gushing about looking forward to aunty duties
User 3 omg her and daniel would make the cutest babies though
ā†’ User 4 i bet she can't wait until they have their own mini-me
User 5 imagine our rom-com queen going from writing the cutest but filthiest fiction imaginable to writing about why you should eat your carrots
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User 6 i can't believe this man was talking about being in the height of his career when he's been nothing but a flop since leaving red bull
User 7 the way he's been stringing this poor woman along for 6 years, knowing how badly she wants children, to then decide in a random interview that he's never going to have kids because they would be a 'distraction'
User 8 fans spotted y/n running from the pits once she saw that daniel was safely done with racing
User 9 i fear we may be witnessing the downfall of something we once held sacred
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YourUserName thanks for having me! āœØ
User 11 excuse me, maā€™am, reassess what
User 12 daniel has been absent from her last 3 posts
ā†’ User 1 not even in the likes or comments
ā†’ User 2 and he didn't even congratulate her on the recent book launch
ā†’ User 3 yaā€™ll are reaching. he's busy racing. she's busy doing book promo. they still follow each other
User 4 anyone notice she didn't look as happy as she usually does
ā†’ User 5 yes! and i swear she got teary when talking about her life plans šŸ„ŗ
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User 6 does this mean a new book is coming soon
ā†’ User 7 girl, weā€™ve just had one. let the woman rest
ā†’ YourUserName sorry, my lovelies but i donā€™t think i'm in the right headspace to being right a romance novel at this time
ā†’ User 6 confirmation??!?!
ā†’ User 7 weā€™re children of divorce
ā†’ User 8 honestly fuck those two because i couldnā€™t have cared less about vroom vroom boys until mother started dating one and now i'm crying in class ā€˜cause theyā€™re over
landonorris get that bread, queen šŸž
ā†’ YourUserName who let you out of daycare
ā†’ User 9 not y/n and lando interacting like she didnā€™t break his teammates heart
ā†’ User 10 more like his teammate broke y/nā€™s heart. let's not make daniel out to be the victim here
kellypiquet p said get writing those childrenā€™s books so she can brag about aunty y/n to her friends
ā†’ YourUserName my sweet girl. i saw the cutest dress the other day for her so Iā€™ll pop round soon x
ā†’ User 11 i love their friendship
ā†’ User 12 get this woman a child. Sheā€™s too sweet to be stuck in cool aunt mode forever
User 13 anyone notice she didn't do her annual birthday post for daniel?
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User 14 no because the interviewer was so real for that. checo has a few children and heā€™s currently 2nd best. max is nowhere to be seen on the grid he's that far ahead and he makes sure p is his priority when sheā€™s there so???
ā†’ User 15 and the way he stormed out. i bet PR are sooo happy with him
User 16 nah because mclaren recently announced that theyā€™re not extending his contract so he currently doesn't have his seat and doesn't have his y/n, all because he thought he was better than that
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danielricciardo yesterday was something. p17 wasn't the result we were expecting, and the media were a challenge but it's always a delight to be in Suzuka. Moving on to the Americas
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User 1 maybe if y/n was there, you wouldn't have done so badly
User 2 maybe if he had a baby waiting in the paddock he wouldā€™ve had more incentive to do better
mclaren weā€™ll get them next time šŸ’Ŗ
User 3 letting mclaren and lando down
ā†’ User 4 the real reason he and y/n broke up is because he has no wins. she should move onto lando or something
ā†’ User 5 heā€™s way too young for her
ā†’ User 4 they'd make a good looking couple tho
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YourUserName thirty, flirty and thriving. please enjoy a small snippet of my 30th birthday, organised by my favourite girl. these are the nice moments before she plies me full of cocktails and i become the sloppiest person in monaco tagged: kellypiquet
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Yandere!Cheating Duke X Duchess! Reader X Yandere!Lover Servant
I just want to write a reader who has the same/more power as/to the yandere(s).
The setting is still in the fantasy/manhwa world, medivial, any setting as long it's not modern.
CW: two yandere, rivals, cheating, consent smut, infidelity.
I'm making the darling a little more forward(?), daring, more power or that can go against a yandere. Atleast, that's what the darling thinks. Also, this is not polished like my other stories.[ Forgive me, I'm not good with smuts! I also love y'all comments and your ask/request(will answer them soon!). The Yandere Emperor and Yandere Crown Prince son really outnumbered the yandere Omega. Y'all are crazy for that!]
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"Mistress." He murmured. His arms hadn't let go off your waist. It was the first thing your eyes landed on when the sunlight came in to greet a new day from the window balcony. You closed your eyes again to find your way back to sleep again.
Your hands went to trace his back full of scar last night from your nails. You hummed when he gave you a pepper kisses on your exposed skin.
"Morning." He gave you one last kiss on your lips before snuggling between your chest. His arms hadn't move around your waist since last night."Mmmh..morning..." You muttered looking awayā€”eyes still closeā€”from the sun when it kissed your face.
"Do you want me to call the maids to serve you breakfast?" His sweet voice lull to sleep more. You whispered no. Last night, this man gave you something akin to that of heaven, something your husband never gave you.
Last night, you made love with this man. The same man you rescued from the human trafficking, kidnapping commoner from the outskirts of the kingdom. Now, indebted by your kindness he devout himself to you with his life.
You groaned, feeling your body is aching all over. This goes not unnoticed by your lover."Did I hurt you to bad?" He asked. His earth orbs are gleaming with shine and now getting filled with tears. "I-I'm sorry, I was rough with you mistress." His voice full of regret and loathe on himself.
You opened your eyes, ruffling his curly brown hair before stroking it. Staring down at his eyes. "No. You did good." You smiled at him, cupping his face, before kissing him in the lips. He whimpered,deepening his into yours.
The intoxication of alcohol must have taken over you. Drowning yourself from the alcohol beverages after your husband didn't arrive on the scheduled date, you waited for him for a whole day to arrive. Alone in the gazebo, Everett was the one who went to your weeping figure. That was a month ago. Everett offered himself to shower you with his love. At first you feel reluctant about this, you will never be the type of person to use someone just so you can feel yourself happy. Everett didn't care about it whether you use him or not. He wanted to prove himself that you are worth to be love. This man made your heart flutter in a way that your husband once gave you before the marriage.
"I-I love what happened last night, my mistress." He whispered bashfully, his pretty swollen lower lip,you bitten hard last night, went to reach his eyes giving you a wide smile. The sun kissed his tan face adding a charming look. His neck has full of bites and bruises from you. His cheeks become a little darker shade from blushing, he must have reminisced something last night.
Now, you made him your lover. Though not completely in love with Everett. You also shower him with items or materials that most commoners would love to have but it doesn't seem like this man is materialistic. He just wants you.
You didn't hide Everett to your husband.
What's the use of hiding your fling to Theodore when he was the first one to cheat on this marriage?
Despite being loyal to that man you loved. He had the audacity to tell you that you shouldn't pry on his private his life after you confronted him with a newly hired maid going out. "Our marriage contract states that the two parties should not meddle one another's private life else this contract shall be annuled."
So all of his flexing his love for you was nothing but a hoax? A show? A lure for you to agree to marry him?
Though, your marriage with him was for the politcial marriage. You once fell in love with Theodore. The same man who gave you flowers everytime you two date, the same man who kissed in your cheeks after he walk you home, the same man who always writes poems about his devotion to you. Did he pursuade you to continue this marriage by making you love him so that the two duchy became one? It may seem like you wanted this marriage at first. You didn't, your family wanted it and they have asked youā€”no annoyingly, they plead you to marry him, because your parents and his parents signed a contract that their children will reunite the two duchy.
"Your ladyship, the duke asked for your audience to join him in the breakfast." Your butler from the other side of your room, outside the door, knocked and speaks after. You frown upon hearing it, looking at the closed door, what does he want?
You feel strange about your husband nowadays. He had been asking for your presence this past few days. Never once he called for you after your wedding with him.
You clicked your tongue and turn to look at your lover. You notice Everett's face was frowning too. "Tell the duke that I will be there in a moment." You announced to the butler outside the room expecting the old man to gear you through it. You look back at the man leaning his weight on you. You tap the curly haired lover to let you go from his hold yet he didn't budge after moving yourself to sit up instead you heard yourself going 'oomfh!' and finding your lips were on his again. You groaned while he moaned weakly. He pushed you down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours until you were out of breath. A string of saliva trailed between your mouths. Everett was smiling before diving his lips into your skin, to one of your chest, fondling the other. You feel a little ticklish and panting at his stimulation. "Eveā€”! Wait! Ah..." Your voices went unheard, The male's mewling, sucking on to your flesh like thirsty man who hadn't had a drink.
Your hand went to tug his hair as you moaned out his name. "Shiā€”Eve... Oh! S-stop... Ah.."
His other hand goes to put one of legs above his back and parted the other leg, accessing himself between you even more."m-mistress!"
You groaned when you felt him grind between you. He looked at you with a pleading eyes, he look like he will cry again, the tears filling up yo the side from his eyes. "M-mistress." He whined his mouth was already in another mound. You feel his hardness between. "p-please? I'll be good! Please... huff..I'll make y-you feel good!"
Your eyes are hazy from the pleasure. "You want.. hah... it?" His eyes getting filled again with tears. You tug him by the hair not enough to hurt him. You landed your lips on his ears. Panting and breathless when you felt his hands is still fondling your body. "You got..ngh... to earn it, pretty boy." You murmurs made him whimpered. "You have to be my good boy... Are you my good boy?"
He nod, a tear fell down to his cheeks, he leaned down to your lips, murmuring, i-am-your-good-boys, thank-yous and I-love-yous.
The room filled with noises that could make anyone flustered and uncomfortable. You didn't realize from your high you are feeling that the butler is coughing uncomfortably behind the door excusing himself as he will inform the duke what you told him earlier.
You went down the stairs with a difficulty, aching between your thighs. You can't find any dress to cover the one hickey on your neck, Everett apologize and helped you cover it with a foundation but it failed horribly from covering seeing that the foundation wasn't blend well and you do not want your maids do it for you. Not when you found out that almost all of them had already been with your husband. You were planning to replace them sooner.
You stopped at the closed door leading to the dinning room. The butler from earlier straightened his posture, clearing his throat after he saw you. He announced your presence behind the door opening the door for you."My lord, your ladyship is here."
You walked in after thanking one of the male servant for pushing the seat for you once you sit across the lord of the household, your husband, the Duke.
The breakfast before you was served cold. If you have arrived earlier you could have eaten warm. You glance at your husband, surprised that his plate has not been finished and it looked like he didn't touched it. You noticed his eyes is trained on to you since you came in, yet his eyes isn't on you but to your neck and the way you walk earlier.
His grey eyes seemed to be narrowing, he scoffed. "You're late."
You glance away, picking one of the utensil, stabbing the meat, landing it to your mouth chewing it. You gulped it down before taking another bite. The marinated pork seems to be delicious even if the breakfast a little no warm.
"It seems you are enjoying with your toy a little too much." He added, there was anger rising beneath his voice.
Oh, the egg is a little bland but it is still edible nonetheless.
"There are more new reports about your speculated infidelity to the public. Do you know that?"
You looked at him after eating the last piece of the sunny side egg, smiling: finally acknowledging his presence."Yeah, what about it? It's not like it will ruin our marriage. After all, you had a numerous of headlines about your 'rumored' infidelity too. Did our contractwas nulled after that? It didn't right?"
"(Y/n)."
"Yes, husband?"
His eyes widened a little before going back on giving you death gaze. "Kick that slave away. I don't like him." He demanded. Though he wasn't shouting. You frowned, how dare he?
"Why would I? It's my decision whether I choose to throw him out or not."
"I do not want him near my property." He complained, gritting his teeth at the last word.
"This is my property as well!" You sternly answered back. Not leaving another room for an argument.
There was silence between the room.
"... I... don't want him near you." You heard him. You blinked at the sudden word that blurted in his mouth.
You scoff standing up, "I think I should finish my meal somewhere..." You starts walking back to where you enter the room.
"(Y/n)." Theodore called you. You didn't observe the way his eyes longed for you. You were focus on the anger within you. "Are we forgetting something, Theodore?" You questioned.
He pondered, those orb you used to love held a confusion.
"Meddling into your partner's private life will annul this marriage... Wasn't that written in our contract?" You bitterly told him. "Sounds familiar right? Do not dare demand me to throw away Everett." You added.
Finally waiting for this moment for this to happen. Guess he will get to taste his own medicine.
"... As long as we do our part in this household we will act as husband and wife. Is not that what you told me?"
"..."
"Now then, I will excuse myself. I have no longer desire to finish my breakfast here." With that, you leave him there.
When you reach the door, opening it, you were surprise to see Everett waiting outside. "What are you doing here?" You asked him. Your frowned face was replaced with a confusion look before giving him a small smile. The man infront of you return your smile with a small grin, placing one of his arm on your waist."W-well, I feel bored and alone in my own room. So I found myself waiting here w-with the butler. Besides I saw you walking wobbly earlier and I-I am concerned that you might have even more difficulty walking... So f-forgive me for not staying put." The look concern on his face adding the pout from his lips made him look cute.
"What are you a puppy?"You poke his nose giggling as you walk away with him, your eyes went back to talk to the butler. Telling him you want to continue your breakfast at your garden, asking him to make it for a two people. The butler bowing to your order before going to the kitchen area to order the maid.
Your husband on the other hand, loath with rage and jealousy mixing under his eyes. His eyes narrowed especially when the slave you brought in leaned on top of your head kissing at the crown part of your head, leaning to your ear to whisper something akin to sweet talks. The arm around your waist went to rub your back.
If only you glance again on Everett's face. You would have caught him giving your husband a smug smirk.
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sincerelyneo Ā· 2 months ago
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golden hour | l.mk
ā€œiā€™ve got a really big problemā€¦ā€
šŸ’ænow playing: golden hour by mark
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āÆ summary: Markā€™s got a really big problem; you. The pretty neighbour that shares a bedroom wall with him. Youā€™re a night owl and youā€™re so loud and are youā€¦listening to his music whilst masturbatingā€¦? Fuck now heā€™s hard. Guess heā€™s got two really big problems.
āÆ pairings: mark x fem!reader
āÆ genre: neighbours, smut
āÆ words: 2.3k
āÆ tags: 18+ minors dni!, masturbation, markā€™s a loser for the plot, very explicit details of sexual fantasies, reader uses she/her pronouns and female gendered terms, literally just mark being horny whilst reader gets off to his song.
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Mark needs to move out. He doesnā€™t know how much longer he can take the old run-down building his apartment is located in having no working elevator. If youā€™d have told him two years ago when he signed his dream music contract with a real record label that heā€™d be climbing six flights of stairs after a long week of work heā€™d have called you a liar. But thatā€™s what happens when people arenā€™t listening to your music.Ā 
Maybe he's overreacting; the building isnā€™t that terrible. It has its perksā€”like the pretty view. And itā€™s usually quietā€”well, it was until his lively new neighbor moved in. Mark might have thought of you as a perk when he first saw you, considering youā€™re exactly his type, so fucking beautiful. But youā€™re also so fucking loud.
You always seem to have something going onā€”plans, hobbies, parties, meetings, friends. Mark knows because the walls between you and him are thin, and youā€™re never quiet, never still. At first, he thought it was kind of cute, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realises heā€™s been so distracted by how attracted he is to you, heā€™s been letting your noisy lifestyle slide.
Itā€™s not like he wants to knock on your door and ask you to keep it down; heā€™s too worried youā€™d think heā€™s some kind of loser. Even at twenty-five, he still craves female validation like heā€™s a high schoolerā€”so heā€™s been putting up with the sleepless nights. Another reason why he needs to move asap.Ā 
The lack of sleep, combined with the endless stairs, has left Mark drained this past month. He can practically hear his sofa calling his name, can taste the cold bottles of beer that sit in his fridge as he reaches the top step. He may be a tad out of breath and a little sweaty but heā€™s got the weekend off and thatā€™s all he can think about. But unlike you, Markā€™s life is boring. The most exciting thing about his weekend is the idea of not having to climb his complexā€™s stairs until Monday.Ā 
Meh. He could dwell on the mundane schedule of his life for hours but he gets distracted. Distracted by his pretty little nightmare neighbour.Ā 
You're all dressed up in a tight gold dress that clings to every inch of your body. Your hair falls down your back as you lock your door, tucking the keys into the tiny clutch hanging from your shoulder.
Thatā€™s when you notice him too.
ā€œOh, hey,ā€ you greet him softly, offering a bright and friendly smile.Ā 
Mark returns it, his chest swelling. There's no denying youā€™re a beautiful girl. And although heā€™s overheard your phone calls about parties through the thin walls, and the hum of your hair dryer as you get ready for nights out, heā€™s never actually seen you in anything other than jeans and a t-shirt. Heā€™s never been given the opportunity to see you so dolled up, to notice the little love handles he can all of a sudden imagine himself gripping. He clears his throat and smiles wider.
ā€œHi Y/Nā€¦you look nice!ā€ He compliments kindly, fingers fiddling with his own keys.Ā 
Nice?Ā 
The word replays in his mind. Heā€™s spent endless nights thinking about how beautiful you are and now heā€™s finally got to feed his craving of seeing you in tight clothes but the only word he can muster up is nice? Oh he hates himself.Ā 
But then he sees you blush at the comment, and he loves the way you purse your lips, trying to hide a shy smile. A part of him is annoyed that youā€™re blushing over something so simpleā€”he thinks every man should be showering you with compliments, and you should expect more than nice. Still, thereā€™s something about the way you squirm from his words that has his cock throbbing.
He wonders if itā€™s because youā€™re attracted to him too. Itā€™s not completely out of the question. You know who he is, of course you do. You see each other in passing a lot but youā€™ve also spoken on the day you moved in. Mark remembers it like it was yesterday.Ā 
He could hear you panting and cursing in the hall, hauling boxes up and down the stairs before he came out to help. You didnā€™t recognise him at first, not until he was in your apartment setting boxes down.
Thatā€™s when you turned to him with wide eyes and a breathy, ā€œoh wow, arenā€™t you the dude that sang ā€˜Golden Hourā€™?ā€
Mark started blinking at you like a deer in the headlights. Heā€™d never encountered a fan in person before, he had a small community online, but his music hadnā€™t exactly been taking off like he planned. So you can imagine his surprise when his new (extremely attractive) neighbour knew one of his songs.Ā 
ā€œThank you,ā€ your soft voice breaks him from his memory, and moves his focus. ā€œJust a night out with the girls, been a long week,ā€ you sigh.Ā 
He wants to hear all about your long week, wants to be the one to make it betterā€”maybe convince you to skip the girlsā€™ night and spend it with him instead. But he doesnā€™t. He doesn't even let the thought linger for more than a moment before heā€™s nervously tapping his key against his thumb.
ā€œWell have fun, and be safe,ā€ he settles on tenderly.Ā 
You nod with a small smile, giving a gentle wave before turning to leave. He watches you until youā€™ve rounded the corner, only then unlocking his door and kicking off his shoes with a sigh.
Mark grabs a bottle of beer from the kitchen, kicking the fridge door closed behind him. His entire apartment is dark and it reminds him of the loneliness heā€™s been feeling for the last six months. Mark never really thought about love and relationships before he met you. Sure, he likes to fool around as much as the next person, but heā€™s always been fine with being on his own. But you remind him of the lonely.Ā 
Heā€™s never longed for love and friendships but a secret part of him craves a woman by his sideā€¦ craves the woman next door.
He wonders what itā€™d be like for you to be cuddled into his side as you watch a movie. Wonders if youā€™d laugh at certain parts and crane your neck up to pepper tender kisses to his soft lips. Mark squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, tries to rid the thoughts of you from his mind.
But itā€™s proven a little more difficult when he moves from the couch to take a shower and the water is running down his tense and naked body. He struggles to not think about you on your knees, touching his thick cock and kissing up his thighs.
He has to swallow back the lump in his throat and blinks away the urge to touch himself to the thought of you. He refuses to be that kind of guy. Heā€™s not that kind of guy. So he gets out the shower and does the only thing he likes doing ā€” music.Ā 
Mark tries out new melodies on his guitar, humming broken lyrics and soft tunes heā€™ll be sure to show his producer on Monday. After a while he catches sight of the clock on the wall and itā€™s already a little past midnight. After locking his doors heā€™s crawling into bed and ready to sleep; but then he hears something.Ā 
A soft giggle muffled from the wall behind his head.Ā 
Markā€™s fully aware the two of you share the same wall for your beds, rooms mirroring each other, but heā€™s never heard this kind of sweet giggle fall from your lips so late at night. He tries not to let the sound affect him, but thereā€™s only one reason why a girl like you could be giggling at this hour after a night out.Ā 
Youā€™ve brought someone home? But Mark canā€™t hear a manā€™s voice, not even the slightest grunt or groan of male muttering. He can only hear soft giggling slipping from his favourite pair of lips.
And then he hears a robotic voice announcing that the Bluetooth is successfully connected and he knows heā€™s about to hear your fuck playlist. The thought sends a thrill through his body and he knows heā€™s unlikely going to get any sleep tonight.
Heā€™s about to get up, to move to the sofa in the living room, to not be disrespectful and a perv by listening to you getting off, but he hears a familiar hammering of drums and a guitar muffled through the paper-thin walls and his eyes are bulging.
ā€œGive me my A course, ice is so big like a glacierā€Ā 
Youā€™re giggling again and he can hear your body fall against the sheets of the bed ā€“ the bed thatā€™s very clearly pushed up against the same wall his is. It creaks under your weight, and Mark feels the wall tremble slightly as your bed frame knocks against his wall.
Heā€™s tried so hard not to be that guy, but his hand finds its way in his boxers before he can fully comprehend what heā€™s doing. Heā€™s rock fucking hard, red and veiny and he takes off his boxers, leaving him sprawled on his back, completely bare.
He hears your soft whimpers, can hear you hum in appreciation even over the buzzing of your vibrator and the thumping of his song. He doesnā€™t know whatā€™s turning him on more; the fact that he can hear you getting off and moaning out, or that youā€™re listening to him while trying to cum.Ā 
Either way, his hand is wrapped tight around his thick length, thumbing over his oozing tip. He thinks of how you must be, how youā€™d look completely whilst naked and sprawled out on the bed for him. Mark imagines himself on top of you, kissing your perky tits he loves to think about and wrapping his lips around your swollen nipples. His mind feels like it can taste you on his tongue, can feel your dainty fingers tugging at his hair as he laps you.
ā€œOh, shit,ā€ you gasp loud enough for him to hear.Ā Ā 
It makes him imagine your eyes rolling back when he finally fucks himself inside your tight little cunt, he visions the look of ecstasy on your face when your jaw would become completely slack and your body quivers for him. He knows youā€™d feel him deep in your stomach. He knows heā€™d be so big for you.Ā 
ā€œFuck,ā€ he slips out in a desperate pant.
Heā€™s completely breathless, tugging at his dick, spitting down on it to get it all wet for you. He knows youā€™re so much wetter on the other side of the damn wall, and that heā€™d rather be sinking into your wet pussy but his spit would have to do.Ā 
He throws his head back in his pillow, eyes shut tight, allowing his mind to work over time.Ā 
ā€œFuck, Markā€¦ I need it.ā€
Everything feels surreal, like heā€™s in his own personal heaven with a touch of hell. Youā€™re crying out for more, for him, begging for it deeper, harder, and he finds himself fucking into his fist just as desperately. Like his soft palm is your silky pussy.
Mark canā€™t focus on anything other than your sweet fucking cries that sound otherwordly against his song. It makes him think about how much heā€™d love to record your moans, use them in his next song. But then heā€™d never be able to release it ā€” because theyā€™re his to hear.Ā 
Itā€™s when the bridge starts that you really let yourself go, filthy fucking moans, the speed of the vibrator increasing, and God he wishes he could watch you right now. See you trembling and begging as the instrumental plays out loud and hard.Ā 
He canā€™t handle it.
Gruff moans are slipping past his lips and he does nothing to try and conceal them. The muscles in his arm are burning but he fucks his cock harder, imaging what itā€™d be like to feel his balls slap against your ass as he pounds into you.
He can feel the coil tightening in his stomach, the way his cock starts to twitch. His imagination grows wild and filthy, every single fantasy heā€™s tried locking away to not be that guy now flooding his mind because youā€™re that girl.Ā 
That girl thatā€™s using his music to cum. That girl that wants to hear his voice as she gets off. That girl whoā€™s doing it with no shame, no guilt. That girl thatā€™s using him.Ā 
The thought takes Markā€™s mind to sinful places. ā€œTake it,ā€ he can hear himself seeth through gritted teeth. He imagines you begging for his cum, taking it like the good fucking girl you are.
ā€œUgh, fuuckk Iā€™m cumming!ā€ Mark cries out gruffly through strangled moans and he hears your screams follow.
Your bed is creaking louder than before and he knows your thighs have got to be trembling as you cum around your vibrator. Markā€™s hand and thighs are covered in thick ribbons of white arousal and when his eyes flutter open, through his blotched vision, he imagines seeing you kneeling between his thighs and licking it up.
Heā€™s completely fucked as he hears his song mellow out and you arenā€™t moaning anymore. Instead, he can hearĀ  breathless little pants. He stays where he is for a second, eager to see what else he can hear. But thereā€™s nothing ā€” only complete and utter silence.
Mark doesnā€™t sleep the entire night. He canā€™t. Heā€™s kept awake with the guilt of listening to his pretty neighbour. Or is it with the thrill of knowing it was his voice that got you off that's making him so restless?Ā 
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mv1simp Ā· 3 months ago
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prompt: max finding out one of the driver's "innocent" sister actually has a secret diary/account dedicated to all her naughty desires for him
Sweet Like Candy ā™„ļø
Max Verstappen x Camgirl!Reader
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sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper. its addictive, you know this (but you still lick the wrapper)
At 27, three time world champion Max Verstappen has become bored with the blinding glamour and fake crowds who try to cling onto his fame. So when you catch his interest, sparking desire for the first time in months, he quickly becomes obsessed. He just never imagined his favourite camgirl would turn out to be his ex teammateā€™s shy, little sister who needed to pay off her college loans.
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, camgirl!reader, Riccardio!reader, basically sugar daddy! max vibes lolz, somnophilia, blackmail, filming, cheating, 3.8k WC
Max Verstappen knew he was famous - everyone wanted a piece of the most desired driver in the richest sport on earth. When he'd been younger, high off the rush of being crowned a world champion, heā€™d been cockier about it, too. He enjoyed the smug arrogance that came with his skill, with his million figure paycheck, knowing that most men he met wanted to be him and most girls wanted to be with him. And it certainly didnā€™t hurt that he looked the way he did, all 6 foot of thick, built muscle and angled jawline with intense blue eyes. Heā€™s had more than his fair share of rolling around in the sheets (and private jets and yachts and backseats of luxury Aston Martins - you get the picture) with countless models and actresses.
Now, at 27, heā€™d mellowed out, being quietly assured in his confidence and dominating aura. His talent and insane track record does all the talking for him without him needing to say a word when he steps into any room. And heā€™d stopped his playboy ways too, now the very picture of a loyal family man with his long term model girlfriend and her child who he doted on. It was true that he didn't hold any romantic feelings for her or love her particularly - but that was rare these days, anyways, with the superficial women who constantly surrounded him. But he knew he had her loyalty and in turn, she was provided for with access to Max's fame and finances.
Sure, heā€™s still offered temptations of money, drugs, alcohol, and sex on the daily, with tens of thousands of people desperate to offer him something to get a taste of the famous Max Verstappen. But unlike his younger self, his self control these days was much better. He rarely found something new that he hadnā€™t already tried and gotten bored of in his glamorous life as a F1 driver. Heā€™d already started planning his retirement after his Redbull contract ended, somewhere on a remote island far away from all the greedy swarms eager to sink their claws into him.
So one day when one of his mates sent him a link, and your OnlyFans page pops up as he hovered over it, Max just rolled his eyes. His friend had texted that he had to check this chick out, she was so fucking sexy. Max had almost ignored it, already being used to countless offers from insta models DMing him on the daily. But maybe heā€™d been extra bored that day, because somehow he ends up clicking onto your page. And everyday, he thanks whatever fucked up God was watching from above that he did. Because what he saw next quickly became the world championā€™s secret obsession.
Youā€™re a cute young 20something, the very vision of a pure angel who lusted for dirtier fantasies she was too shy to ask for in real life. Your OnlyFans feed was filled with horny thoughts about wanting to get fucked by your older brotherā€™s hot friend or which sexy songs you liked to listen to as you breathlessly use your pink bullet vibrator. It's a new page, started only a month ago, but you already have a few thousand followers, all drooling over the innocent yet tempting pictures you post. Nothing too raunchy - but more suggestive, in tight pastel crop tops with your nipples poking through or a shot of your curvy ass in a white lace panties. Probably a college kid, Max guessed, from the fact that the corner of a textbook could sometimes be seen in your photos and that you offered more naughtier photos to those viewers who payed a little extra. Clearly not any sort of adult film actress - and Max would know, because heā€™d definitely had some fun with one (or two) before.
But the real cherry on top was when he scrolled across a recent video stream youā€™d posted. Playing it out loud in his empty penthouse, his cock immediately hardened at the sight of your petite, curvy figure dressed up in lacy lingerie. You sat on your fluffy bed, surrounded by pink fluffy cushions and throw blankets, your face hidden from your teasing smile up. Your glossy, pouting lips giggle easily as you sway your hips in the cute lace babydoll youā€™re wearing, excitedly chattering about some pop singer you liked or the other. You're answering prying questions viewers are asking, reading them out loud from the chat. Did you have a boyfriend, what's your ideal type of man?
Max likes the soft, playful sound of your girly voice. His mind dirtily wonders what you'd sound like moaning underneath his much larger form. You hmmm for a second, pouting cutely, before shyly admitting that there was just one guy youā€™d had a crush on for ages, but he had no idea you existed. A friend of your brother's, in fact, you guys probably know him, you mused. Heā€™s pretty famous! Comments flood the chat, trying to guess if he was a singer or actor or-
Nope, heā€™s an athlete! You giggle, biting your glossy lip and playing with your hard nipples. Max canā€™t resist palming his own cock through his sweats as he hungrily enjoys the sight of your pretty brown areolas through the see-through lace. He-mmmh-heā€™s Dutch, you begin, suppressing cute gasps as you toy with your oversensitive, perky tits. So tall, too, and super strong, I love seeing him shirtless! Iā€™ll give you guys one more clueā€¦heā€™s the fastest man alive when you put him in a racecar.
Ice blue eyes narrow as the comments finally hone in on just who you were talking about. So this is why his friend had sent him this, huh? He couldnā€™t deny he wasnā€™t pleased with the way you giggle cutely and confirm that your big fat crush was on Max Verstappen. I know itā€™s wrong, you whine, breathless as your small, manicured fingers slip down your body to play with the edge of your panties. Itā€™s so naughty, he doesnā€™t know me and even has a pretty girlfriend, but every night I dream about him fucking me. Heā€™s so hot, so dreamy, and that Dutch accent of his - you cut yourself off with a pleasurable moan, now teasing the audience as you finger yourself through your dripping panties, not letting anyone get a full view of your innocence. Letā€™s just say Iā€™d let him use me anytime, anywhere, however he wants, you laugh sweetly, your voice a contrast to your dirty words.
Oh, fuck. Talk about a vixen. He hadn't seen a treasure as rare as you in a long time. And it looked like many, many viewers enjoyed your particular brand of angelic sinfulness as multiple donations flood in, begging you to finally take your panties off on the main stream. Max can't stop himself from sending a generous one himself, after jacking off to completion at the sweet sounds of you cumming through your panties. You'd eagerly humped one of your pink cushions, tits bouncing through the practically see through lingerie, moaning Maxā€™s name as if he was right there under you when you reached your peak. Oops, sorry guys! You giggle again, your sweet voice now bashful. Got too caught up, next time Iā€™ll make sure to say the name of the highest donor, mmkay?
It's a good OnlyFans account - no, a great one, but Max didnā€™t think of it much afterwards, getting caught up in his own busy life and making sure to erase his search history in case his overly paranoid girlfriend came snooping. The fact that you'd mentioned he was friends with your brother also meant very little, given his very large circle of friends and acquaintances given his fame. Everyone liked to say they were mates with Max Verstappen, F1 champion, even if the extent of friendship had been a single handshake.
To his surprise though, a few days later he received a private DM from you, sweetly thanking him for his generous donation! Curious, he opens your message, knowing you wouldn't know who he was from his generic username of CatDaddy33. He hadn't thought he had sent you much at all, maybe a couple grand? You deserved it, working so hard to dress up cutely and pay off whatever college loans you probably had.
But apparently you thought it was a very lavish contribution, because youā€™d sent him a very tempting photo as a thank you gift. Heā€™d almost dropped his phone when he sees your lush bare tits, out on display as you stuck your pink tongue out cheekily, the rest of your face still hidden. Just for you. Hope you enjoy! you captioned, one small hand cupping your breasts and squeezing a pretty nipple that practically had Max salivating to sink his teeth into. Oh, he certainly enjoyed it, saving it to his private collection to jack off too later when his uptight girlfriend wasnā€™t in the mood - which was usually the case the majority of the month.
He ends up logging back onto your page that night to enjoy your latest steam, then another, and soon enough he had a full blown infatuation with you. Your tempting, curvy figure and your pretty lips that you bite as you keep talking about how turned on Maxie had made you in the qualifying today, looking so muscly and angry! has him downloading your naughty nudes to his phone. Itā€™d been a long time since a girl had gotten him get so turned on, after all. You drove him wild with your girly, innocent mannerisms paired with your sexy body and filthy words as you play with yourself, always making sure to never fully reveal your face or naked cunny to the viewers with a slutty outfit covering you.
Of course, he generously tips each time he visits your page, resulting in you frequently sending him more thank you presents each time. Lately you've been asking him if he wants you to wear a certain outfit or call out his name in your next video, but he texts back that he just enjoyed watching you have fun, sweetheart. And that's true - because that's all this can be, just a private guilty pleasure for him to enjoy behind closed doors. The rest of the world wouldn't respond well to his dedicated, family man image if they knew that the Dutch champion secretly liked his girls sweet and begging for his attention on adult websites. Even though his actual relationship had become more of a PR facade, now, and had been that way for well over six months. The last chemistry fizzled out when sheā€™d tried to wake Max up with her mouth on his morning wood, somehow trying to make up for weeks of no sex. He made up some excuse about being stressed for the race as he rapidly softened despite her repeat attempts, pushing her off him and going to shower.
But as soon as heā€™s under the warm steam, heā€™d only had to close his eyes and picture your perfect, full pouting lips on his cock instead for his impressive semi to come rushing back. As he lazily strokes himself, he wonders what your eyes looked like, still having never seen them with how you kept the top half of your face off the frame. Would you look up at him sultrily as your pink tongue darted out and licked his slit, or did you prefer having him meanly shove his cock all the way in as you gagged with wide, teary doe eyes? He guessed the second fantasy would be your pick, judging by how your breath seemed to hitch in excitement whenever a commanding order was DMed to you following a donation. The submissive type, for sure, whoā€™d once said sheā€™d eagerly let Max Verstappen have his way with her wherever, however he wanted her-
He came with a muffled groan, panting heavily as his release drips down to be cleaned away by the hot water. Maybe heā€™d finally give into your pleas to him to request something and ask you to suck a sweet lollipop for him on your next stream.
He puts his distracting thoughts about you to the back of his mind as he arrives on the paddock, camera flashes going crazy as they note the increased distance between the Redbull driver and his unhappy girlfriend as she trails behind him. Frankly, Max had stopped caring what his public image was at this point in the season, knowing it was only a matter of time before he got his PR manager involved to cook up some mutual breakup story to feed the media.
Qualifying goes well and the race even better for once, despite the shit box his car had been this season. Afterwards, he greets Daniel, who greets him excitedly and commends his race efforts. The two drivers are laughing, catching up easily in their conversation - when a small figure turns the corner to come up next to Danielā€™s side. Oh! The Australian man grins, gently tugging the shy figure by his side forward. You remember my little sis, right Max?
The Dutchman stared at your blushing face as you nervously avoid eye contact with the much taller blonde. Cute, he thinks briefly, finding your brown doe eyes and Riccardio curls pretty. Sure, I remember her, we met at the Silverstone race last year, right? It had been a brief meeting, Daniel swinging by the Redbull garage to congratulate Max and youā€™d been trailing behind him. Max vaguely remembered you from your younger days, when youā€™d shyly stayed out of the older boys' way when he had visited Daniel in his Perth family home in Australia. But youā€™d grown up now, and had chosen to attend college overseas in London, and Max politely asks if you were still studying there. On a full ride scholarship too, Daniel confirms proudly, fondly ruffling your curls and making you protest. Still wonā€™t accept a dime from her older brother, even with the ridiculous London rent.
Pouting rather adorably, you quickly fix your hair, glaring at your sibling as you mutter that you didnā€™t want his tax evasion money, thanks, you could look after yourself. Max laughs, pleasantly surprised you had some teeth behind your blushing, pretty face. You immediately look up to see his gorgeous blue eyes looking at you in interest before nervously flicking them away again, clutching onto Danielā€™s hoodie as the two men resume their conversation. Later, as he watches you walk away, Max canā€™t help thinking about how your girly voice and pouting lips had looked so familiar. He knows many beautiful women, but there was something about your unique, natural face that made attraction swirl in his chest. Heā€™s still thinking about it that night, annoyed about not knowing where else heā€™s seen you besides at your brotherā€™s side.
And then your latest video had him sitting up straight in shock. Because he recognises the hoodie thatā€™s draped across the back of your chair in the corner of the screen. He'd recognise it anywhere. You, of course, probably had not thought twice about the item of clothing that belonged to your brother - with it just looking like another piece of F1 merchandise to anyone watching. But Max knew that Redbull insignia on the back, signed DR3 along the logo generically but with an extra little present that Max had drawn on himself when his teammate had fallen asleep next to him on a private plane ride. The crude, cartoon dick drawing stares back at Max through the screen as he immediately recognises what heā€™d found funny as an 18 year old. There was only one person in the world who would own this sweatshirt personally customized by the world champion - and given the fact that you were the one who seemed to have borrowed itā€¦.the mystery of your identity finally unravels.
He sends you a private DM that very night, not wanting to play any games. He knew he had to have you, now that he knows youā€™re right under his nose. I know whoā€™s little sister you are, baby.
You respond back immediately, which isnā€™t suprising considering how youā€™re in the same time zone currently. I have no idea what youā€™re talking about, you text, trying to deny his claim. Max smirks. He almost feels mean for winding you up but he knows youā€™ll be so grateful for it in the end. Youā€™re telling me you arenā€™t Daniel Riccardioā€™s little sister? I saw you on the paddock today. No point in hiding anymore.
You seen his message for a few tense minutes, and he wonders if he approached this wrong because you could just block him. But then you frantically send back a how the hell do you know that? How did you find out?
Max chuckles as he corners you right where he wants. And an hour later youā€™re on a private video call with him, very differently dressed that your usual skimpy attire in a baggy t-shirt that covers all your skin as you demand to know just what he wanted. Of course, you still have no idea who he is, because even though he has his camera on, his face is well out of view. You can only squint at the image of a fit appearing guy, dressed casually in sweats but his strong muscles still showing through. You impatiently read out the next DM he sends you. I want to see your pussy, spread open for me completely-What the hell?! you shriek, outraged.
You try to get out of it, saying that was too embarrassing to do, but he makes you realise there it was futile to resist. He orders you to show your face in the video, saying thereā€™s no point hiding it anymore since he knew exactly who you were. All over DM, of course - he couldnā€™t have your recognising his deep, Dutch voice that you always gushed about.
You pout cutely, lips downturned and an upset expression on your face as you slowly undress yourself for him. Then you follow his orders, gently playing with yourself as you teasingly suckle on your pink vibrator so that he could imagine what youā€™d look like with your lips around him, instead. Max lazily jerks himself off to the sight, enjoying how you started obediently following his instructions once you saw his hand reach into his sweats and slide his erection out. Your doe eyes went wide with guilty desire at the sight of his impressive, hard length, and you swallow back drool when you see his leaking, angry tip. Soon he had you spreading your puffy cunny lips wide for him to greedily look at, before you start sliding your little vibrator in between your achy core. He makes you call out his name like you always did, of course, and say out loud all of the dirty fantasies youā€™d been dreaming about lately involving your brotherā€™s best friend. You cum intensely and Max follows shortly after, the both of you caught up in the sinful activity.
Itā€™d been easy enough to find out the room number youā€™d been staying at as the Riccardio siblings were at the same hotel as him, and even easier to get the swipe card. He was Max Verstappen, after all. Leaving his bitchy girlfriend alone in his room, he makes his way to yours in the middle of the night. The hallway light briefly illuminates your peacefully sleeping figure when he opens the door, quietly locking it behind him.
Youā€™re deep asleep, plush tits rising and falling, dressed in a cute see through lace nightgown and matching panties. After admiring the sight for a few minutes, he slides into bed behind you, finally getting to toy with those pretty nipples and squeeze the plush ass heā€™d been fantasising about for weeks on end. You quietly moan in your unconscious state, sleepily grinding back against the warm, hard body holding you and arching your back into the hungry mouth suckling on your stiff nipples. Soon heā€™s wedges his fat cock in between your thick thighs, panting heavily as he fucks then slowly so you donā€™t wake up. He barely lasts a couple minutes, his head dizzy with pleasure for the first time in months as blood rushes to his already hard cock. After heā€™s cum copiously all over your tanned skin, he slides off your panties to take for himself, making sure to rub his creamy release along your puffy slit with his large hands. He canā€™t resist sliding a finger inside to get feel of how luxuriously tight your pussy feels, groaning when he feels your walls clench down on him. His cock was going to experience heaven when it finally got to sink home inside you, he was sure.
You spend your day confused the next morning, remembering hazy wet dreams from the night before but not quite being able to recall exact what youā€™d dreamt. And youā€™d never been able to find your favourite lace panties, assuming they got lost in the laundry when room service cleaned up. Until your online bully, as youā€™d taken to calling him, sends you a naughty photo. Itā€™s one that he could only have had access to if heā€™d taken it himself, you realize with a shocked gasp, as you stare at your peacefully sleeping figure. A gigantic cock, much bigger than any of your cute toys, slides into the waistband of your pink panties - which are completely see through from how soaked theyā€™ve become. And that was one of the tamer pictures Max took that night. He wonders how youā€™d react to the one he has of his drooling tip brushing against your parted lips, his sticky release from earlier now leaking into your wet mouth.
Youā€™re even cuter when youā€™re not putting up a fight his message says. You freak out, of course, but he doesnā€™t respond to your frantic questions and instead orders you to be dressed up for him tonight in that navy lace babydoll and matching blindfold set heā€™s having delivered, okay?
You swallow, unable to hide the rising curiosity and desire at the rich, mysterious stranger you had drawn in. You canā€™t really be mad at him when he sends a $10k reward to your account after teasing you with the filthy photos heā€™d been taking. A girl had to pay off her college loans, after all.
Besides, a hot, muscled sugar daddy appealed to you a lot more than streaming for thousands of strangers. You couldnā€™t wait to meet him tonight!
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Bossā€™ Daughter Ā» Oscar Piastri
summary: despite being the daughter of mclaren ceo zak brown, f1 has never been an interest of yours. however, oscar is sure that he change your mind
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ynbrown: thought Iā€™d finally come and see what all the papaya hype is about after all these years šŸ§”šŸ§”
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mclarenracing: it was nice to finally welcome you to the mtc yn šŸ§”
username1: how has it taken you this long to go to mclaren šŸ˜‚
username2: how does it feel to have the worldā€™s coolest dad??
username3: I hope you see why papaya is all the hype now
zbrownceo: see you in budapest at the weekend?? āœˆļø
ynbrown: @/zbrownceo you mightā€™ve just convinced meā€¦
username4: omg I want that jacket asap šŸ¤Æ
landonorris: it was lovely to finally meet you after all these years šŸ˜€
ynbrown: @/landonorris at least I see why dad says youā€™re such a funny driver now šŸ˜‚
username5: not zak singing the praises of his drivers to his daughter
username6: I wanna know what he says about oscar šŸ˜­
username7: secretly wishing that I could also be adopted by the brown family now to meet lando norris
oscarpiastri: donā€™t tell your dad, but youā€™re so much funnier than him šŸ¤«
ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri secret is safe with me šŸ¤­šŸ¤­šŸ¤­
username8: I canā€™t deal with all these interactions ahhh
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ynbrown: turns out f1 is actually pretty cool, first race weekend pendingā€¦āœ…
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username9: I canā€™t believe youā€™re actually going to a race šŸ„ŗ
oscarpiastri: thatā€™s a pretty cool hat that youā€™ve got yourself thereā€¦
ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri itā€™s amazing what you can find in lost property šŸ˜‚
username10: the bossā€™ daughter really doesnā€™t care lmao šŸ˜‚
username11: how has it taken you this long to fall in love with f1??
mclarenracing: dare we say team papaya has got themselves a new fan? šŸ§”
username12: sheā€™s not just gone, sheā€™s up close and personal with it all too šŸ˜­
landonorris: I hope this isnā€™t your way of saying you prefer osc to me šŸ¤”
ynbrown: @/landonorris I could never have favourites šŸ‘¼
username13: petition for mclaren to bring yn to every race forever starting now!!
username14: I love the fact yn actually has taken the time to get to know oscar and lando too ā˜ŗļø
danielricciardo: Iā€™m sure thereā€™s still a number three hat around in that garage if you want to support a proper driver šŸ˜‚
ynbrown: @/danielricciardo add one more and youā€™re talking my kind of driver number šŸ§”
username15: ynā€™s so clued up she knows their driver numbers too šŸ„ŗ
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mclarenracing: oscar handling the pressure of showing the bossā€™ daughter round the paddock like a pro šŸŽļøšŸ§”
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username16: why does it feel like this should be titled oscar flirting with the bossā€™ daughter instead šŸ¤”
zbrownceo: last time I checked that wasnā€™t in his schedule for this weekendā€¦
username17: not oscar personally offering to show yn around šŸ¤Æ
username18: itā€™s only two photos but they look like they get on well ā˜ŗļø
landonorris: just like to point out that I did offer to take yn around for a tour too šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚
ynbrown: @/landonorris only one of you came through on your promise though šŸ¤Ø
username19: thatā€™s one way to get yourself a forever contract at mclaren šŸ‘šŸ»
username20: are we all just gonna ignore the way that yn looks at him šŸ„ŗ
ynbrown: best tour guide ever šŸ†šŸŽļø
username21: how much do I have to pay to get a personal tour from oscar too? šŸ’°
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oscarpiastri: life recently has been pretty zesty šŸŒ…ā˜ŗļø
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username22: whose making you smile that wide mr piastri?
alex_albon: standby ladies and gents as piastri enters his boyfriend era šŸŽ‰
username23: has THE oscar piastri finally got himself a girlfriend? šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
charles_leclerc: nice to see youā€™ve listened to the tips your brother gave you šŸ˜‚
oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc ofc I couldnā€™t have found a girl without your flirting tips šŸ™„
username24: not charles taking the credit for setting oscar up šŸ¤¦šŸ»ā€ā™‚ļø
danielricciardo: proud dad moment watching my son grow up šŸ¤§
username25: I just want to know whose the lucky girl that gets to go on a date with oscar piastri šŸ˜‚
landonorris: so this was your idea of busy when I offered to hang out tonight
oscarpiastri: @/landonorris sorry youā€™re so far down my list of priorities šŸ¤Ø
username26: secretly itā€™s me sat at the other end of that table btw šŸ˜‚
username27: I had not prepared myself for oscar springing a relationship onto us like that šŸ˜­
ynbrown: thatā€™s a pretty stunning beach youā€™ve found yourself at šŸŒ…
oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown wonder who couldā€™ve recommend it to meā€¦šŸ¤”
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ynusername: perks of being the future ceo means you can get all the dodgy angles of the drivers šŸ˜‚šŸ§”
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username28: you cannot tell me that these two people are just friends wtf
zbrownceo: remember the days when you had no interest in f1, now look at you šŸ§”šŸŽļø
ynbrown: @/zbrownceo I just pretend to like it to be one of the cool kids šŸ˜‚
username29: thank you yn for exposing oscar like this šŸ˜‚
username30: the smile of such an unbothered man ā˜ŗļøā˜ŗļø
oscarpiastri: Iā€™d get the sack if I showed some of the photos that I have of you ffs
ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri perks of the job šŸ‘‘
username31: I canā€™t imagine you can exactly tell the bossā€™ daughter to go away hahah
landonorris: suddenly I donā€™t mind being your second favourite mclaren driver if this is how you treat your first šŸ˜‚
username32: why am I so invested in these two, they have no idea who I am šŸ˜‚
mclarenracing: yn stop stealing admins job pls šŸ«¶šŸ»
username33: I refuse to accept that anything other than a relationship is happening here!!
alex_albon: you might be a candidate for worst boss ever yn!
ynbrown: @/alex_albon itā€™s a title Iā€™ll wear proudly ā˜ŗļø
username34: oscar follows yn around everywhere, heā€™s definitely chasing her šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚
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f1gossip: several sources have shown oscar piastri getting particularly close to a female in the paddock. whilst our photos do not show a face, several eager eyed fans have been pointing the finger towards ceo zak brownā€™s daughter yn who seems to have struck up quite the friendship with the aussieā€¦
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username37: imagine being so hot that you manage to date the bossā€™ daughter
username38: can we just talk about how awesome zak would be as a father in law too please šŸ˜‚
username39: oscar, zak and yn is a trio I absolutely need in my life šŸ™ŒšŸ»
username40: ngl oscar doesnā€™t seem to be able to keep his hands off of yn these days
username41: there is no one in this world who actually believes that isnā€™t yn btw šŸ˜‚
username42: clearly whatever charles has been teaching oscar to do has paid off!!
username43: his smile just seems to get bigger and bigger every time theyā€™re photographed together šŸ„ŗ
username44: Iā€™ve not been this obsessed over two people for such a long time
username45: thank you yn for making our little pookie happy šŸ«¶šŸ»
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oscarpiastri: young driver of the year award with perfect company to finish the evening perfectly šŸ§”šŸ†
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charles_leclerc: when do I get to meet my future sister in law??
oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc Iā€™m keeping you away for as long as I possibly can šŸ˜‚
username46: look at my two favourite people šŸ©·šŸ©·šŸ©·šŸ©·
alex_albon: I mean there was no doubt that you were gonna win tonight anyway šŸ˜‚
username47: oscar piastri you scrub up very well sir šŸ”„šŸ”„
aussiegrit: well done oscar! doing australia proud šŸ‡¦šŸ‡ŗ
username48: which is the more impressive trophy, yn or the title??
georgerussell63: congrats my friend - looking forward to battling again next year!
ynbrown: could not be prouder of you, your hard work is admirable ļæ½ļ潚Ÿ’•
oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown thanks for being my hot date for the night šŸ„°
username49: oscar has fully converted yn into an f1 fan now šŸ˜‚
landonorris: congrats osc, best team mate ever šŸ§”šŸ§”
username50: osc šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
username51: mclaren just seems like the most amazing place to work ever
mclarenracing: we are so incredibly proud of you, what an amazing season oscar šŸ§”šŸŽļø
oscarpiastri: @/mclarenracing couldnā€™t have done it without my incredible team!
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landonorris: I call this thread the faces of a man who has just had to admit to his boss that he is in fact dating his daughter šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚
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username52: turns out lando loves to expose oscar as much as yn does too šŸ˜‚
ynbrown: heā€™s not even that scary, you wait until he finds out weā€™re sleeping together šŸ˜‚
username53: Iā€™d love to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation!!
carlossainz55: posts like these always remind me how much nicer my days are without you constantly annoying me anymore
danielricciardo: about time you started bullying a different aussie anyway šŸ˜‚
username54: we all know how much zak loves oscar, I bet he was thrilled!
oscarpiastri: thank you for throwing me underneath the bus once again šŸ™„
username55: can just imagine zak trying his best to be an intimidating dad but heā€™s too soft for oscar šŸ˜‚
georgerussell63: youā€™re the worst team mate ever sometimes hahah
username56: poor baby šŸ˜­
username57: as if yn will let her dad give oscar a hard time anyway!
zbrownceo: stop treating me future son in law like this norris šŸ˜”
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oscarpiastri: turns out dating the bossā€™ daughter is a pretty cool job after all šŸ§”šŸ„ŗ
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username58: officially my new favourite post in the world šŸ˜­
ynbrown: dating a driver for my dad is a pretty cool thing too btw šŸ’•šŸ„ŗ
oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown adore you!! šŸ«¶šŸ»
username59: ahhhhh this makes me so happy
maxverstappen1: looking forward to seeing you at mclaren for the rest of your career now šŸ˜‚
username60: thank you yn for making the decision to go and visit the mtc all those months ago šŸ™šŸ»
pierregasly: mate you must have some serious game to pull the bossā€™ daughter!!
username61: thank you for not leaving us waiting forever and a day for confirmation šŸ˜‚
landonorris: well this is just a little bit excitingā€¦šŸ„ŗ
username62: still bitter that Iā€™m not the ceoā€™s daughter and dating my favourite driver
carlossainz55: luckily for you your dating the daughter of one of the best bosses in f1 šŸ§”
username63: yn really does have it all now doesnā€™t she šŸ˜
charles_leclerc: Iā€™m still waiting to be introduced šŸ˜‚
oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc keep on waiting šŸ˜˜
zbrownceo: Iā€™ve still got my eye on you piastri šŸ˜‚šŸ§”
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