#charli self titled

[stopitmeg]

meg ranks every charli xcx project [UPDATED]

because i’ve been a fan for years now and my opinions have certainly changed… plus she really blew up as an artist in 2024.

let’s begin!

10. charli

yeah this hasn’t changed. someone on twitter also described the issue really well by saying it’s a very disorganized album. i would’ve appreciated it more if the tracklist were rearranged. but still, there are quite a few skips. it makes me wonder which version of this record we would’ve received if xcx world had actually been released. the best song off this project imo is “shake it” with the honourable mention of “thoughts”

9. crash

crash is a GOOD album. it’s just low on the list because it isn’t one of her best works. a few songs are also criminally short and it pains me that charli is no longer friends with rina sawayana. the best song off this project imo is “beg for you” with the honourable mention of “move me”

8. sucker

charli herself couldn’t make me put sucker at the bottom of the list. it’s devastatingly underrated and definitely not appreciated enough. this is the perfect album to rock out to when you go on a memorable road trip with your friends. the best song off this project imo is “sucker” with the honourable mention of “red balloon”

7. xcx world

and there she is… the album that every gay person mourns. i won’t get into why it was never officially released because that’s a whole other thing, but i’m here to say that i like it very much and it had so much potential. the best song off this project imo is “queen lizzy” with the honourable mention of “die 4”

ahem… get your downloads here if you don’t have them already

6. number 1 angel

another underrated record! it’s crazy to me that NO ONE talks about it. all of the hype is surrounding pop 2 but DO NOT sleep on its sister. charli’s trap era just went too hard and some of you couldn’t handle that. the best song off this project OBJECTIVELY is “emotional” with the honourable mention of “drugs”

5. pop 2

futuristic and outwardly no matter what year it is. decades from now, we will still be saying it was ahead of its time and that charli invented a new genre. legendary behaviour on her part, and the production on this record proves that auto tune just adds to the experience and the aesthetic. i don’t wanna hear otherwise! the best song off this project imo is “delicious” with the honourable mention of “tears”

4. true romance

a fantastic debut album that feels like you’re having an out-of-body experience when listening the whole way through. charli was truly in her poetry era as these lyrics can really hit deep. especially if you’ve been in love, you’d understand what’s so memorable about these songs. the best song off this project imo is “set me free (feel my pain)” with the honourable mention of “grins”

3. vroom vroom [expanded edition]

holy cow, and to think we’ve only officially been given an ep with four songs… meanwhile there are unreleased tracks and a longer edition that you can only obtain by downloading the hidden gems yourself once you’ve found a trusted source. it blew my mind when i first listened to the full version of this record. i absolutely recommend getting your hands a little dirty in order to hear this masterpiece of an album. the best song off this project imo is “sticky” with the honourable mention of “hell yeah baby”

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2. brat and it’s completely different but also still brat

both the album and the remixes included, this record is really special to both charli and her fans. the angels have been waiting years to see charli receive the recognition that she deserves, and it finally happened! the album rollout was really clever and iconic, and you can tell that charli’s never been happier. it’s way more than just popularity though, like genuinely this album is perfect back to back. the best song off this project objectively is “girl, so confusing featuring lorde” with the honourable mention of “sympathy is a knife”

this would’ve been the best album, but….

1. how i’m feeling now

the love of my life, fire of my loins, reason for my existence… the album with the tracklist that i legitimately have tattooed on my thigh. i know that charli’s relationship with huck wasn’t meant to last forever (hence the song) but the songs she wrote about him brings tears to my eyes practically every time i hear them. this entire album was like a love letter to him and i get so emotional about it to this day. plus, charli and a.g. cook put this whole album together in just a month to provide us with something while we isolated ourselves during lockdown. another thing i love is that charli connected with her fans more than ever when she hosted zoom calls and allowed her audience to help her write the lyrics that we now adore. i will never shut up about this. the best song off this project imo is “detonate” with the honourable mention of “claws”

okay that’s all for today :)

[lasttrueheroine]

it’s self titled season yet again

[viviarts-c]

Vox: *Storming the hotel first thing after knowing that Alastor is on the market again*

the first time I watched the show I honestly thought Alastor turned Vox down because he didn't want to change his name to Valastor 💀💀

Ritual Self Torture Masterpost

[man-i-love-folklore]

okay so if each of the hozier albums were to represent a season, what would you label them as? for me self titled would be autumn, wb would be summer, and uu would be spring. what do you think!

ooo this is a good one! bea thanks so much for the question!

for me, i agree about two albums: unreal unearth is definitely spring, and self-titled is definitely fall. Unreal Unearth has so many themes of rebirth and reconciliation with nature that it just has to be spring for me, and self-titled is so crunchy leaves, just cold enough you can wear a sweater fall.

ironically, the one i'm stuck on is wasteland, baby! because for some reason i can't decide if it's winter or summer.

if wasteland, baby is winter, it's not a stereotypical one. it's not a snowy one, but definitely frigid. you need a very heavy coat for wasteland baby winter. i particularly get this vibe from the title track, As It Was, Shrike, and NFWMB specifically. don't ask me why because i can't explain.

however, if wasteland, baby is summer, it's not a scalding hot one. it's kind of the freedom that comes with the season. it's having the bright sun shine on your face, being able to stop and smell the roses, figuratively and literally. i get this vibe from songs like Sunlight, Nobody, and Would That I.

if i absolutely HAD to pick though, I think wasteland baby is winter because I find so many songs just fit more with my personal emotions/experiences w both the album and the season. bea, thank you again for asking!!!

[102hannah]

the i might say smth stupid remix is a 10/10

the way it kicks in at 2:43 is so self-titled coded, it doesn't last long but there was something so sickeningly nostalgic about hearing such a go down, soft sound-esc bit from the 1975 in 2024

in summary, mattys voice was amazing, charli was subtle but i liked that because it matched the vibe, overall the song was way better than i expected, and idk who jon hopkins is but i like him too!!

i will now listen to this song on repeat and let it change my life <3

- 102hannah

(signing off on it like anyone gives a fuck)

[hbogirls]

a naomi mcpherson produced track on ttpd could save me

[an0bra1nn]

one of my favorite songs of all time, it deserves more love

[i-carrion-icarian]

Hid the pain, lost my faith Kiss some people goodbye

[sk3l3t0n444]

this is fine im not hyperfixating on fnaf...and its totally not turning into a special interest...anyways everybodys opinion on the timeline of fnaf is dumb and im the only right one/hj

[snowonthebeachmp3]

late to the party but i love brat

[krisvsthew0rld]

it cant be me just overthinking this is just. icky bad no good. right?

[fear-is-truth]

† 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — charlie mayhew x f!reader. | mdni

tags: mature content・mentions of religion・angst・flashbacks of smut・fem!reader・self-inflicted flagellation・blood・not proofread / wc: 1158

⟡ a/n: sorry if there are any grammatical errors or mistakes. english is not my first language

father charlie mayhew sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the white walls of his private chamber closing in around him. the small space was sparse, almost ascetic, with only a few religious artifacts cluttering the windowsill. the emptiness mirrored the discipline he tried to embody—from the polished metal sink in the corner to the stiff, neatly made bed beneath him. everything in his life was governed by order, by control—everything except you.

he glanced toward the tiny window where rain trickled down the glass, his chest tightening with a dull throb. leaning forward, he buried his face in his hands, fingers pressing into his temples as if he could will you away like a migraine.

but you were always there.

your fingers clawed at the buttons on his collar, desperate and needy—tugging him closer as he struggled to cling to any vestige of control he possessed. plushy lips brushed the edge of his neck, and he could hear the slight tremor in your breathing. “charlie,” you pleaded. not “father” this time. you had stripped him of that sacred title, and reduced him to a man in your arms—a sinner. your body pressed against him, warmth seeped through the fabric of his robes into his bones, hands traveling down the line of his chest, and it was at that point when he realised… he didn’t give a damn about sin or salvation.

rising to his feet, he stripped off his cassock, letting it slip past his shoulders before pooling on the floor. cool air bit against his skin, the bruises and scars on his back crisscrossed the pale skin in a web of guilt. charlie didn’t dare look in the mirror, couldn’t stand to see the evidence of his weakness. instead he knelt down and stared at the cat o’ nine tails resting on the bed before him, its nine strands splayed like serpents awaiting to strike. the handle was a rough wooden club, and as he gripped it tightly, his fingers brushed the frayed ends of the ropes, already darkened with blood and sweat from last night’s penance. he rearranged the nine strands carefully, spreading them out methodically before each lash.

he began to ease himself inside you, the tightness and warmth making him groan into the crook of your neck. he paused briefly, allowing you to place your hands on his shoulders, before fully sheathing himself, dragging out a broken moan from your lips. then he curled an arm around your waist, slowly withdrawing his hips, before thrusting inside you again.

he slammed the whip across his back, the sharp crack echoing through the small room. the nine strands bit into his skin like the nails that had once driven into his saviour’s flesh. pain was instantaneous, cutting through the haze of memory. he sucked in a breath as the second strike followed, then a third.

the heat of your skin burned under his fingertips, the sheets had tangled around your legs in a twisted mess of linen and heat, as you arched beneath him, crying out his name—charlie—over and over, like a prayer. his hand tightened on your waist, guiding your hips against his, guilt warring with the heady pleasure that coursed through him with every deep thrust. he pressed you into the mattress, lips tracing the column of your throat as your thighs clenched around his waist.

charlie’s grip faltered, his body hunching forward as he gasped for air. he could feel blood dripping down his back, onto the floor, but he didn’t care. he deserved this. he needed this.

the punishment was supposed to cleanse him. it was supposed to scourge away the sin. (it never worked, not really.)

he laid the whip down, trembling as he reached out to rearrange the strands, spreading them evenly across the bed before lifting it again. his hands shook as he braced himself for the next blow, muscles tensing as if to ward off the pain he knew was coming.

“don’t stop,” you begged, voice cracking as his body moved against yours, the sudden clench of your walls leaving him dizzy. the sheets were a tangled mess, your hands clutching at them. but it hadn’t been the sheets you clung to in the end—it had been him.

with a swift motion, he brought the whip down again. the impact sent a shockwave of agony through his body, his knees buckling slightly under the force. a guttural sob tore through his chest. fresh welts overlapped the scars from the previous nights, the pain melding together into one throbbing, pulsing reminder of his weakness.

(charlie mayhew was a weak, pathetic man.)

“you’re so beautiful,” you murmured as your nails scraped along his back, leaving faint red marks in their wake. his hips rutted into yours with a rhythm that had made him forget who he was. hand slid beneath the sheets, fingers digging into your flesh before he buried himself deep inside you. you let out a strangled moan, biting down on your lip as your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, and it took everything in him not to cry out in response, to keep his own sinful need locked behind his clenched teeth.

the pain was nearly unbearable now, his skin raw and bleeding from the repeated lashes. but still, he struck again, his eyes squeezing shut against the images of you.

(the memory of you writhing beneath him, the sheets twisted around your bodies as his hips rolled into yours, was burned into his soul.)

agony built to a crescendo, the sharp sting of the rope tearing at his flesh, but it still wasn’t enough. it was never enough. chest heaving, he let the whip fall from his hands and clutched the edge of the bed for support. his back was a mess of blood, bruises and torn skin, but the pain in his back was a dull throb compared to the ache in his chest.

you had told him, in the quiet of your shared sin, that you loved him. he hadn’t responded. he couldn’t. because if he had said it back, it would have made everything worse. he couldn’t love you—not the way you wanted him to. not the way he already did.

charlie ran a hand through his hair, slick with sweat, staring blankly at the white walls that had seen too many nights like this one.

he didn’t know how many more nights like this he could endure. how many more times he could sit on the edge of his bed, flogging himself for the pleasure he found in your arms. how many more lashes it would take to absolve him of the sin of loving you.

you were worth every drop of blood, every sting of the rope. you were his temptation, his punishment, and his salvation all at once. he would willingly suffer for you, again and again.

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[mixtape-timeout]

Hi Stays, this is a post to warn everyone to be wary of a SKZ author here on Stayblr with the username @/gimmeurtmi

I followed them not too long ago, but they suddenly blocked me. I was confused why because I have my age in my account and followed all of their rules. However, I have some reasons to suspect that this user is a Zionist. As you can see I am very Pro-Palestine, it’s in my blog title and bio, and I think this is why they blocked me.

They made a post showing anger about Stays educating Felix on his live about Coca-Cola (For people who don’t know, Coca-Cola is on the BDS boycott list, they support Israel and built an R&D center in occupied Palestinian territory of Atarot) In their post they said it’s “pathetic” for Stays to inform Felix about this and that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Felix made the effort to read about the issue on his live and chose to apologize to Stay for it, but this user thinks that boycotting a brand tied to a genocidal state is the same as bullying.

((Screenshots are not mine))

They also showed strong support for the new SKZ collab with Charlie Puth. Many Stays are boycotting this collab because Charlie Puth is a raging Zionist, and the track also has an Israeli producer, Johnny Goldstein who is also a proud Zionist. gimmeurtmi even made a whole tag for this collab on their blog to show how much they’re excited for it, even though two Zionists worked on it and will be receiving royalties for it. You can also see the tags in the third post showing them speaking of Tommy Hilfiger, yet another Zionist, in a friendly manner.

Furthermore, I talked to other Stays in the community about this because I don’t want to jump to conclusions and gimmeurtmi blocked other users who are showing support for Palestine, not just me. From reading their posts on their other blog (@/stuckonspidey) you can also see how far their beliefs about this go. That’s not to say them being Jewish means they must be a Zionist, because that’s a completely false idea. There are plenty of Jewish people who are not Zionist and support Palestinian liberation because we recognize that what Palestinians are suffering through is a history repeat of what our people went through. But this added with all the other questionable evidence makes me suspicious that this user is a Zionist, or at least an Israeli sympathizer who treats support for Palestine as an inconvenience.

From these posts on their main blog, you can see them refuse to condemn Israel or even say anything about their crimes when they got asked about it. Instead, they just talk about how this genocide has personally affected them. There are no posts (that I could find) of them showing any sympathy or support for Palestine, all their posts about the subject are just self-victimizing posts about how they feel. Yes, it’s a scary time to be a Jewish person as well, I know this as a person of Jewish ancestry, too. But fighting anti-semitism AND fighting for Palestine can and SHOULD co-exist. It’s a huge red flag that the only thing they have to say about the genocide is how Jewish people are the victims in this. They also made another post where they claim that “Zionist” is just a word people use to be anti-semitic. This is a tale as old as time that Zionists have used to excuse, deny, and even justify Israel’s war crimes. I was once told that a genocide of Palestinians doesn’t exist and is just an “anti-semitic blood libel”. This is the exact same rhetoric that Zionists in my community and Zionist news outlets use (which, I add, almost ALL news outlets are strongly biased to Israel because of America’s ties to it. Israel is heavily backed in support from some of the richest and most powerful countries in the world, it is not the victim and never was).

I am not making this for drama. I made this post just to tell fellow Stays to be cautious of which writers you’re reading from and supporting. If you are against the genocide that has been happening to Palestinians for 75 years now, I suggest not supporting this person’s work, because at best they don’t care about what’s happening in Palestine, and at worst, they actually endorse it. There should be no place in our Stay community for this hateful ideology.

[russellbee]

I MIGHT SAY SOMETHING STUPID (MV1)

max verstappen x driver!reader (team & gender are ambiguous) summary. you've never been good at talking to people. you can never form the right words, hold eye contact, or in worst cases, think before you speak. so truthfully, you're not really surprised when you end up confusing max with your spontaneous confession. unbeknownst to both of you, lando brings you back together. (writing, texts, + a bit of smau) (3.3k) warnings. for self-hate & mentions of hate comments, mentions of anxiety(!!!), everyone is confused and oblivious (except lando!), george and max rivalry is very present, mentions of alcohol & intoxication, use of y/n, reader has parents (and is close-ish with them), sorry if your name is spencer (the name is used for a friend), george doesn't have a gf(!!!), mentions of sex (but it’s really nothing), and cursing. andi's note!! inspired by my beautiful adhd brain 😍😍 (and my max obsession, ofc!) the title is from 'i might say something stupid' by charli xcx but the song doesn't have anything to do with the fic!

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You've seen multiple media outlets say that your mouth is disconnected from your brain with the amount of (accidental) out of pocket things you've said. Your first post-race interview in F1 ended with you severely embarrassed because you tried to make a joke but the way you worded it made it sound rude. You had backtracked as soon as you realized how it came off (honestly, it took too long) but you still had the comments you'd seen online stuck in your head.

Every season in F1 you get increasingly more nervous to talk in interviews or to the other drivers; the comments and articles gnawing at your self esteem. But with Max it's always been different. He can laugh off an unintentional brash remark or just raise an eyebrow and in a snap you'll realize what went wrong. So, because of how easy it is to talk to Max you've become close.

You're in Abu Dhabi, the season's ended and George Russell is getting on your nerves. He's in your sight, talking to Lando and Alex; laughing. You don't dislike George, he's always been nice to you but your love for Max trumps your like for George. Love?

You're just a little tipsy. It's fine.

As long as George doesn't go near you maybe you won't open your mouth. It's always hard to stop talking the second you get alcohol in your system; not a single word is filtered, it all just comes out.

Someone is staring at you, it better not be George because he knows what you'd do for—

"Are you alright?" Max sits down next to you, gin & tonic in hand. He's so— warm. His thigh is pressed against yours, and you can feel the warmth of his body through his jeans. (It's not really warm enough for shorts but you couldn't remember the weather from last year, so you're stuck in a pair of shorts you brought to Qatar.)

"Huh?" What he said comes back to you and you stammer, "Oh, sorry. I'm fine just thinking. I guess."

"Thinking?"

"Yeah, y'know." You really are thinking; thinking about how good his cologne smells and wondering if it clings to him night and day. Does he always smell this great? How have you never noticed this?

"What are you thinking— Do you ever feel like, really obsessed with someone? Like you see them and you want them. Bad." You cut through his question with your own (stupid) question. Neither of you are looking at each other. You're too focused on not looking at him, actually. Why do you always do this? Did you never learn how to talk to people?

You're so busy panicking that you don't notice your eyes are still on George, and Max has noticed; his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Had he been reading things wrong?

You're waiting at your gate when you get the text. You feel your phone buzz against your thigh and you hope, and hope that it's Max. You're terrified to message him first, worried he heard the meaning of your question and didn't want to acknowledge it. He hadn't said anything last night. Maybe he's finally sick of you. Can't even let him speak, or think before you talk with a single drop of alcohol in your body. You squeeze your eyes tight and will your brain to stop talking. Then, after a deep breath you open Whatsapp and see it's from Alex.

alex albon

did you tell max to apologise to george?

You blink. What? Never in your life would you think Max would apologize to George. You wouldn't tell him to either. What had gotten into him? Who would be able to change his mind like that?

alex albon

y/nnn

you have read receipts on ik you saw this

You sigh, trying to slow down your brain so you can make your thoughts coherent for Alex.

you

sorry i was thinking

didn't tell him to do that

idk why he would, it's not like him

alex albon

alright thanks 👍

i think we're all confused rn haha

Your boarding group is called and you feel a little bit of annoyance bubble in you. This is gonna be stuck in your mind for the entire flight.

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lando

i think y/n likes george

or that's what max thinks at least

alex

and how did you come to this conclusion?

george

That makes no sense

Y/n and I don't talk that often

lando

i saw them together b4 y/n left

they were staring at us

prob george tho

considering everything

george

Many people stare at us, Lando

lando

you don't getttt it

max looked like

mad but confused?? he was very focused on you

and y/n looked like they wanted the earth to swallow them

v embarrassed yknow

alex

y/n probably just said smth wrong

can't really see them liking george

george

If anything, Y/n likes Max

lando

max doesn't care when they do that tho

ik y/n likes max thats like super obvious

ugh u guys dont get it at all 😒

You had practiced your speech for the awards, had repeated it over and over in your head. P3 in the championship, a first for you. Then you made a fool of yourself, stumbled over your words. People had laughed a bit, but in the back of your mind you acknowledge it had nothing to do with the jokes you attempted. At least you didn't have to take any more photos.

Lando finds you as you're about to leave, wiping the tears off of your cheeks and steadying your breathing. "You weren't that bad you know?" Lando teases and you let out a breathy laugh. "Fuck off." He laughs and you both start to leave the venue.

You make meaningless small talk. Lando is going to ski with friends and you'll be visiting a childhood friend, Spencer, in London. You're both anticipating a better season. The valets go to retrieve your cars, and you're both left standing on the sidewalk. It's a little humid, but not enough to make you want to blast the AC.

"Did you see George's post on Insta?" Lando asks after the silence has settled. Your face scrunches up, "Sorry?" You would've been fine to stay quiet until one of your cars arrived and you'd say goodbye. Lando had other plans, apparently.

"His post saying goodbye to Lewis. The last picture was nice, wasn't it?" You feel like there's something Lando's searching for but you can't put the pieces together. "I don't follow George on Insta. I— It's not like I don't like him, it's just. We're not really close?" Lando raises a brow, and it's not like when Max does it. It's something else, and you don't understand. You want to ask why, what he's thinking, but the valet parks your car in front of the sidewalk before you can.

Lando moves forward when the valet gets out, holding the driver's side door open for you. What is going on? You look at Lando, questions floating in your head and then hesitantly get into your car. "Have a nice off-season." Lando's grin is triumphant. Not like when he's at the top of a podium, something different and unfamiliar, yet kind.

"Yeah, thanks." Maybe you just don't know him well enough.

Lando double checks everything. He looks through his and George's mutuals and looks through the likes on George's end-of-season posts. He's never been more determined to prove Alex and George wrong. (And getting you and Max together, of course!)

Oscar looks at him weird 'cause he's grinning at his phone, then teases him, asks him if he's got a girlfriend. Lando laughs it off, because how is he supposed to say that he's investigating into some grid drama? That he's trying to understand what happened after Abu Dhabi, with you and Max? George has been ruled out as a player in this game, none of you are that close.

In London, you facetime your parents. They show you everything in their little villa that you rented out for them, the sandy beaches and the bright ocean. They tell you that they miss you and you repeat the sentiment. A part of you misses Max more, and you try to push that down.

Spencer orders pizza, and you both relax on the couch as you wait for it to arrive. They make a noise, a bit contemplative but unsurprised, and you look up from your own phone. Spencer's looking at you with a wolfish grin. "Oh, no."

"Have you seen this?" Their voice is teasing as they hand you their phone. It's opened to a post on the F1 Instagram account, the caption reads: Celebrating Max's 4th WDC with pictures of the best friendship on the grid 🏆. You gape slightly at the first picture; it's of you and Max in Zandvoort '23 on the podium. You both have bright smiles, your focus is on drenching Max with your champagne. He's laughing, accepting the spray. You don't bother to look at the rest, a sick feeling building in your stomach that you've begun to associate with Max. You know what it means, but you can't acknowledge it now. You haven't talked in over 2 weeks.

The pizza arrives and Spencer makes you pay. You can't get yourself to eat a lot, too stuck in your mind to acknowledge your hunger. When you lay in bed later that night, you feel sick. You know it's not the food, you know what it is. In the back of your mind you wonder if you'll ever be able to accept your feelings or if you'll just have to get over it.

lando norris has made a groupchat

monaco dinner 😁😁 (alex albon, george russell, max 🏆, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, oscar piastri, you)

lando norris

alright everyone. need to know when you're all returning to monaco

"You're up to something," Oscar says from beside Lando. Lando raises a brow, a teasing grin on his lips. "Whatever do you mean, Osc?" His teammate rolls his eyes before scanning the table, landing at the empty seat next to George. Everyone is here, except you. Lando pretended he got a text from you saying that you'd be late, when in reality that's not the case. He told you the reservation was for twenty minutes later than he told everyone else. His plan needed to work and he didn't want you arriving earlier than intended.

"Y/n, someone who is always scared of coming late they come fifteen minutes early, isn't here. I'm assuming you have nothing to do with this?" Lando's grin grows wider. "Mate."

"Just wait."

You arrive at the restaurant 5 minutes early, since you had to walk and that led you to being noticed by some fans. When you go up to reception and say who you'll be sitting with, the host raises a brow before directing you to a table in the far back of the restaurant. Everyone is already there, drinks on the table. Worried, you look at your watch to see it isn't even the time Lando sent. You're early.

The only seat open is at the end of the table, to the right of George. It's also right across from Max. He looks surprised to see you, putting away his phone as you sit down. George says hi and asks you how your break has been so far. You make pleasant, friendly conversation with him. When Charles asks you a question you turn your attention to him, and notice that Max's mood has visibly soured. He must notice you looking, because he inserts himself into Alex and Carlos' conversation. You bite your cheek, trying not to seem annoyed or disappointed. You still haven't talked, and it's been seven weeks. He's liked your posts; the one from your trip to London, a set of gym photos your team took, and your photos from your other trip. No comments, just likes.

He doesn't talk to you for the rest of the dinner, instead he watches you make conversation with your other drivers. You stumble over your words, make mistakes and try to laugh it off. It's nice to talk to them, it just requires more energy. With Max, you don't have to worry about your never-ending rambling or your stories that tend to not make sense. It's easy. You miss it.

Dinner ends, you all split the check and go your separate ways. After getting your card back you head to the bathroom, just standing in silence for a few seconds. You need a break, especially if you run into some fans on your way home. The more you talk and force your brain to try, the more exhausted you get. The easier it is to snap or say something completely wrong. No one deserves to be on the receiving end of that.

You scrub your hands over your face, trying to wake yourself up. In your pocket your phone buzzes once. Then twice.

max 🏆

Are you still here?

I didn't see you leave.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you make yourself type slowly. Your hands are shaking. You need to get a grip.

you

yeah, haven't left yet

you're still here then?

max 🏆

Yep. Meet you at the entrance?

you

sure

As you leave the bathroom your brain has fired up again, what the fuck, repeating in your head consistently. Because, what the fuck? Why has Max all of a sudden decided to talk to you? What changed his mind?

He's standing in the waiting area, his plain white t-shirt covered by a jacket you recognize from the Alphatauri website. The corner of your lip twitches, as you fight back a smile. He's so predictable.

"Hey." His voice is quiet, like he was scared that you were lying. Like you'd hide in the bathroom till he left. Even though you're mad at him, you can't see yourself doing that, ever.

"Hi. Um, nice break so far? We haven't talked a lot," You let out an awkward laugh, cringing internally. Why did you bring that up? And in the first sentence too?

"I'm sorry about that, I've been busy," Max's smile is weak and your heart deflates a bit because you know when he's lying. He doesn't do it often, so it's easy to tell. "I meant to text you, really." But that isn't a lie. Huh. You stare at him for a second trying to make sense of what's going on.

"Did you drive here?"

"No, didn't have time to get gas. I mean— I did, I just forgot because I've been doing other stuff." Max smiles and everything feels almost normal again. The seven weeks of silence still looms over the conversation, like it's preparing to end your friendship forever. "I'll drive you. You didn't move, right?" He has a smile on his face, the one when he's trying to be funny. You feel that sick feeling building, and your skin warms.

"No, I should though. Apparently my neighbor almost set the complex on fire, and the one across from me she— she did something weird, I can't remember. But I know it caused a meeting for the building about some policy and everyone was really mad at her," You ramble, voice picking up as you get that giddy feeling, when you know you're really being listened to. Max leads you to his car and you get into the passenger seat. On the drive to your building, you finally remember the reason why your neighbor got in trouble.

"She got in trouble because she had sex on her balcony or something, and then someone saw and reported it. Holy shit, I can't believe I forgot that!" You laugh, face scrunching with your smile.

"Your neighbor?"

"Yes!" It feels really good to talk to Max again, to feel a true connection when you talk to him.

lando norris

hey mate

how's y/n?

max

Good?

Do you not have her number?

lando norris

no haha sorry

thought you guys were dating

things seemed off just wanted to make sure

max

Right.

We're fine

lando norris

but not dating? (max has reacted with 👍)

Everything has been good with Max. It's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders now that you can talk to him again. You flew with him to Bahrain and now Australia. Media day is tomorrow, and Lando has texted you asking if you want to go explore, like neither of you have ever been to Melbourne. You say yes, anyway.

You're in the elevator going down to the lobby, when it stops at another floor. George is standing on the other side of the doors, and he smiles at you as he walks in. "Hanging out with Max?" He asks as the doors slide shut.

"No, Lando invited me out. He said he wanted to explore, which I don't really understand because he's been to Melbourne multiple times. Also, Oscar's his teammate so, I don't—," You stop yourself. "It'll probably be fun though, it's Lando."

"Lando invited you out?"

"Uh— Yeah? Why?"

"He invited me out as well, that's all." Oh.

Is he trying to set you and George up? The thought hits you like a truck and your nose scrunches up involuntarily. First, the questions about his Instagram and then making you sit next to him at dinner. You feel warm, anger building inside you. Is Lando oblivious?

↳ user since when are they friends????

↳ user you left out the part that lando was with them 💀

You and George walk back together, an awkward silence hanging over you. It was a fun day. You took pictures, ate good food. You had fun. It was just awkward because it seemed both you and George knew what Lando was trying to do.

You're waiting for the elevator when George turns toward you. You shift your eyes toward him, trying to make sense about what he's about to do. "Do you like me?"

Your eyes widen and for a moment all you can do is stare at George. "No, I— I don't know where Lando got the idea that I like you, but I don't." You're trying to be nice in case George does actually like you, but he lets out a breath of relief.

"I'm really sorry, Lando is..."

"He's Lando, I know." The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. You both walk in and George hits the button for your floors. "You do like Max though, right?" Once again you find yourself speechless. George laughs, cheeks turning red.

"Sorry, it's— It's really obvious, I don't know how Lando missed it." You're burning with embarrassment when you look away from George and mutter, "It's not that obvious." He cracks up, and you feel yourself growing warmer.

Thankfully for you, George gets off soon enough and it's just you. When you step off the elevator, you notice someone leaning against the wall by your door, scrolling on their phone. They look up when you come to a stop. It's Max, in another plain t-shirt and skinny jeans. You may hate the skinny jeans but they really show off his thighs, so it's not that bad. "Hi."

Max walks over to you, stopping so there's only a few inches between you. You can smell his cologne, see how blue his eyes are, and how his hair is a little out of place. He opens his mouth to speak but you speak before he can. "You look good, I mean—," You cut yourself off to prevent the inevitable ramble about how good he looks; your friends have heard it numerous times. Max blinks, the beginning of a smile on his face before he leans in and kisses you.

You make a little noise in surprise before you reciprocate, you reach for him blindly, grabbing onto his shoulder. It's easy kissing Max. You've been waiting for this, the soft press of his lips against yours, the heat of his hand against your face. The same sick feeling rests in your stomach, and you feel it; the way your heart speeds up when he's near and the hot flush that builds on your skin when he touches you. You never want it to end.

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lando OMG DID IT FINALLY HAPPEN??

yourusername yes...? lando oh thank god my plan worked i was so close to locking you two in a closet yourusername HUH????

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NSFW ALPHABET. .. . 𓍯／ FATHER CHARLIE MAYHEW

𓏲࣪ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. .. . father charlie x fem!reader

warnings. smut. minors dni. ‛ literally anything smut related you can think of.. . . the title speaks for itself a/n. ۫ ⁎ . i put my whole soul and pussy into this 🫠 i love father charlie so much i got a little bit carried away... hope you enjoy! english is not my first language

⠀𝓐 ྀི is for 𝐀���𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 ┊what he's like after sex

i feel like it depends — if he's in a rush, he'll leave you with a quick kiss on the forehead. if he has no duties to fulfil, he'll make sure to clean you up, run you a bath, give you clothes so that you can change and then cuddle with you until you fully come down. he doesn't usually stay for the night, for obvious reasons, but he makes sure you're comfortable & not in pain before he leaves <3

𝓑 ྀི is for 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 ┊his favourite part of your & his' body

charlie's favourite part of his own body would definitely be his hands and arms. every time your gaze lingers on his arms for a second too long, he purposely flexes his muscles, his already prominent veins popping out even more — he secretly enjoys seeing you flustered.

charlie's the type of man to worship the ground you walk on. he finds everything about you perfect, flawless; beautiful. but i feel like he would definitely be an ass guy — he loves seeing it smack against his hips when he fucks you from the behind, but he also loves casually putting his hand on your backside, giving it a quick, loving squeeze. i also definitely think he'd have a thing for your thighs and neck.

𝓒 ྀི is for 𝐂𝐔𝐌 ┊anything to do with cum, basically

100% sure he's a one dirty motherfucker. cumming inside, on your tits or ass, on your thighs, on your face, in your mouth... let's say, he's not afraid of being messy. he loves to see you covered in his seed, watching you lick it off your fingers or swallow it when he cums in your mouth. extra points for when you let him cum inside you and he can watch it slowly drip out of your used hole screamingggg!!!!

pretty sure he's also into cum eating. when he pulls out, he wastes no time in burying his face in your pussy, lapping up everything that leaves your cunt, shamelessly moaning while doing so.

𝓓 ྀི is for 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ┊a dirty secret of his'

he steals your panties. 100%. apart from stealing them from your clothesline, he often stuffs them in his pocket after a quickie in his office, or after fingering you. he has a pretty big collection.

𝓔 ྀི is for 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ┊how experienced is he?

have you seen this man? i feel like before he became a priest, he used to hook up with both girls and boys, exploring his sexuality, developing new kinks. yes, i definitely do think he has a lot of experience, no questions needed.

𝓕 ྀི is for 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ┊self explanatory

missionary. he wants to see every reaction engraved on your face as he ruins you. he totally keeps eye contact and talks you through it. ugggghhhhhh

doggy style. as i said before — he loves to see your ass jiggle as he thrusts into you, hitting that spongy spot inside you that has you seeing stars. you should expect spanking, hair-pulling, choking, messy and wet kisses...

standing fuck? fucking up into you as he holds you up in his arms. you can grind down into him as he ruts his hips up, hitting that special spot inside you that has both of you seeing stars. he can press you against the wall or press his back against it; or just stand in the middle of the room and pound you while kissing you messily. it's definitely a n1 favourite of his. i'm twitching

when he's feeling submissive (which happens more than he'd like to admit...), he loves it when you ride him. he can lazily thrust up into you, matching your rhythm as you take your sweet time. extra points if you put your hand on his neck, choking him. he's gonna cum in seconds UGHDSKDKEO

𝓖 ྀི is for 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐘 ┊is he more serious/humorous?

i feel like he takes sex very seriously. for him, it's a connection that goes deeper than your bodies — he also feels like the act pushes your souls together. of course, he can break the tension by saying something teasing and playful, earning a chuckle out of you — but for most part, he's focused on fucking you, getting too lost in the sensation to care about anything else.

𝓗 ྀི is for 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ┊how well groomed is he?

he's keeping things really clean down there. charlie takes a lot of pride in his appearance so i don't think it's any different when it comes to this aspect. he is not completely shaved, but also not too hairy (if you know what i mean).

𝓘 ྀི is for 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 ┊how romantic is he during the moment?

i think charlie's more of a rough, passionate lover. although... when he's had a bad day, or when you're in a bad mood, he definitely takes a good care of you. kissing all over your face, whispering how perfect you look under him, how much he loves you 🥲🥲

𝓙 ྀི is for 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅 ┊masturbation headcanon

charlie doesn't masturbate that often ever since he met you. he knows he can have you anytime, anywhere he wants, so he doesn't see a reason why he should pleasure himself. if you're away, on a business trip or busy with your college and studies, though, he 100% masturbates with your panties. he wraps them around his cock and jerks off, watching the amateur—sex—tapes you film on his phone — and, of course, he cums in your underwear.

𝓚 ྀི is for 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 ┊one or more of his' kinks

you can't convince me this man isn't an one freaky motherfucker. i can think of so many things he could be into...

"father" kink. as much as he loves it when you call him by his name, when it comes to sex — "father" gets him going more than anything. he loves having that kind of power over you.

hear me out... pain kink. whether it's you digging your fingers into the wounds on his back, or biting on his neck until it's bleeding... HE LOVES THAT. he would also love it if you let him whip you during sex at least once. bust ‼️ alert ‼️

size kink. he loves the fact that he can pick you up anytime and anywhere and straight up fuck you against the wall. he loves it when you're a whimpering, drooling mess while sucking his dick, how you can barely take it when he's fucking you. it only urges him to go harder <3

degradation && praise all at once. whether it's him calling you a "greedy whore" only to coo how good you take him the next second, or if you take the lead and call him names. he rarely is submissive, but when he is — he's gonna beg you to call him his "pathetic, good boy" 😩

and of course some more "basic" stuff, like choking, hair—pulling, ass slapping, finger sucking... oh how he ! loves ! finger sucking. especially when he's feeling a little subby 😩

𝓛 ྀི is for 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ┊favorite places to do it in

he likes a little risk. he'll fuck you in the church, on the pray bench, on the altar, on his priest chair, in the confessional booth... after hours, of course. and, obviously, his bedroom. in the privacy of his room, he can do whatever he wants to do to you and not hold back.

𝓜 ྀི = 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ┊what turns him on, gets him going

seeing you pray. there's something about you on your knees, your hands folded, lashes fluttering against your cheeks... it makes him feel as if you're praying for him — so he wastes no time in lifting you up and fucking you until you're crying and begging him to stop <333

𝓝 ྀི is for 𝐍𝐎 ┊something he wouldn’t do / turn offs

as much as charlie loves rough, kinky sex, he would never do anything to hurt you for real. of course, he likes a little pain, maybe knife play if you're into it — but he'd never push you to your limits.

also, don't ask that man for a threesome. for your own sake.

𝓞 ྀི is for 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 ┊preference in giving / receiving, skill, etc.

that man is a MUNCH. he knows what he's doing and he prides himself on it. he could spend hours between your thighs, watching your legs shake and pussy gush, and he still wouldn't be satisfied. he eats you out any given occasion, moaning and groaning into your cunt as your sweet juices coat his tongue <333333

as much as he loves to eat you out, he also loves it when you go down on him. he has definitely been teaching you how to deepthroat him, making you take him deeper and deeper each time. he also loves it when you take your sweet time with him, though, pushing him to his limits until he's cumming down your throat so. hard.

𝓟 ྀི is for 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ┊fast and rough or slow and sensual?

charlie switches between the two. if he wants you to punish you for misbehaving, he's gonna go rough and fast. if he wants to relax after a long day of fulfilling his church duties, he's gonna take his sweet time with you.

𝓠 ྀི is for 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 ┊opinions on quickies / how often / etc.

yes yes and yes. charlie's a very busy man, so quickies are his way to go. he'll take you anywhere and anytime, between masses he holds, between his meetings... he craves for you way too much not to.

𝓡 ྀི is for 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊┊ experimenting / taking risks — yes or no?

he's all in for exploring new kinks, new places to do it in. he wouldn't risk losing his position in the church, though. but! if you ask him to try a new position, a new kink you've seen online, he'll be all in. he'd even let you peg him (and he'd secretly enjoy it because he's a subby bitch).

𝓢 ྀི is for 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 ┊how many rounds / how long does he last?

i wholeheartedly believe he can go for 2-3 rounds. sometimes, though, he's too touch deprived to let it end, even if he's already came 3 times. he'll just let you use him until you're satisfied. he secretly loves to be overstimulated tbh 😩

𝓣 ྀི is for 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒 ┊does he use toys on you / himself?

so, we all know charlie owns a butt plug... and of course he'd love you to wear one yourself. as i mentioned before, he has a thing for your ass, and seeing a shiny, preferably black plug between your butt cheeks makes him so. fucking. hard. besides that, he would also !LOVE! it if you played with his ass — fucking it with the buttplug, later on pegging him, making him sob into the mattress. just know, he's gonna BUST!

making you put on panties with build-in vibrator when you're out in public. yes yes and yes. he'd have that smug smile on his face while putting it on the highest setting, making you wet your chair. he loves seeing you all hot and bothered, biting your lip to suppress your moans 😩🙏🏻

maybe he'd also let you put a vibrating cock ring on him while he's holding a mass... trying to focus on the bible in front of him while you turn the setting up, making him literally twitch against the pedestal. but he loves a little risk, and the pleasure is definitely worth it.

when he's fucking you, though — except for the butt plug — he doesn't use any toys on you. he wants to be the only one making you feel good with his hands, cock and mouth. who needs any toys when you have father charlie all for yourself, in your bed?

𝓤 ྀི is for 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 ┊how much he likes to tease

"tease" is literally charlie's second name. he'll make you beg, cry, scream for it, and he won't let you cum until he's fully satisfied with the sounds you make. if you push his buttons, teasing him in public, "accidentally" bumping against him... oh, girl. he's gonna make sure you don't cum until you're crying, whimpering and on your knees, begging for it.

𝓥 ྀི is for 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 ┊is he loud? what sounds does he make?

he's so loud and you can't prove me otherwise. he wants to make sure you know how good you're making him feel. he groans, moans, growls, gasps, occasionally whimpers... that, combined with his dirty, degrading and praising words makes you see stars every time.

𝓦 ྀི is for 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 ┊a random headcanon for the character

he loves to fuck you while you're on the phone with your mother. he's gonna pound into you hard, deep and rough, sending you an open—mouthed smirk that he knows makes you melt. he's gonna instruct you to pick up the phone while you're sitting on his face, his tongue and fingers working altogether to drive you insane. he just loves loves loves to see you struggle.

𝓧 ྀི is for 𝐗-𝐑𝐀𝐘 ┊what’s going on under those priest clothes

approximately 8-9 inches and THIIICCCC. you can't convince me that man isn't humongous. it's slightly curved to the left, his tip is pretty and pink, and there's sooo many veins adorning his length.

𝓨 ྀི is for 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┊how high is his sex drive?

it depends on how busy he is. if he has a lot of church duties to fulfill, a lot of meetings to attend, his sex drive is much lower. but other than that — he could fuck you all day and still not be satisfied. i would say you definitely do it at least 6-7 times a week 🎀

𝓩 ྀི is for 𝐙𝐙𝐙 ┊how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?

before charlie lets his tiredness get the best of him, he makes sure you're all tucked in, cleaned up and in a fresh clothes. in the warm embrace of your arms, with your head on his chest, he feels safer than ever. he falls asleep by your side almost immediately <333

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Kinktober day 5 ⟢ Shoe riding/dacryphilia ⟢ Charlie Mayhew

Warnings: Abuse of power, shoe humping, choking, finger sucking, corruption, use of the name “father” and “daddy” in a sexual context, crying. Based on this moodboard 18+MDNI

“On your knees. Now.” Father Mayhew’s tone is sharp and matter of fact, no room for argument to be had. You scurry across the small room and plant yourself on your knees before him. He towers over you, looking down at you with a smile that was deathly sweet. From the outside perspective it may seem like the way someone gazes upon a person they admire, but you know better. His ember eyes hold a fire that contradicts the soft quirk of his lips and you know you’ve truly pissed him off. “What was that, huh? You really thought I wouldn’t notice the perverse way that he was staring at you? Your sin belongs to me.”

“I can’t control the way other people look at me, Charlie.” You scoff and look up at him with your bottom lip jutted out, hoping to soften him up a bit. But that only makes him snarl and grip onto your jaw harshly. He bends at the waist so his face is inches from your own and pinches your cheeks together so hard it puckers your lips.

“You are to address me by my proper title, when you’re down on your knees for me, little mouse.” Charlie’s tongue darts out to lick his lips as his eyes roam your face like he’s contemplating what to do with you. “The fact that I have to stand by and watch while your parents try to set you up with these little rich, limp dick, church boys and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it… it nearly drives me to insanity.”

“Jealousy is a sin, father.” Your words are slightly muffled from the way he’s still squishing your cheeks together but the look in your eyes is filled with that unbridled mischief that he’s become dangerously addicted to.

“Yeah? Well so is letting your priest defile your tight little cunt.” Charlie bites back with a smirk before letting his grip on your jaw drop in favor of squeezing your throat. “And I know for fact you’re dripping in your panties underneath that tiny little dress. Show me.” He wedges his shiny red shoe between your legs, nestling it right against your pussy that’s so wet you can feel it dripping down the insides of your thighs. Just like he said. Father Mayhew tips his foot so it presses into your clit and it makes you whimper. “Rub your creamy juices all over my shoe, streak the red with white.”

You wrap your arms around his calf and clamp your thighs around his foot as you look up at him through your lashes with your lips set into a pout. Charlie raises a brow at you and tips his head, encouraging you. The first glide of your hips has you whimpering at the feeling of the smooth, polished leather rubbing against your barely clothed cunt. Your little white thong is pulled tight against your clit, the lace adding extra friction as you start to fuck yourself on his shoe.

“That’s it, that’s my good little mouse. Take what you need.” Charlie looks down at you with his plush lips set into a satisfied smile and his large ringed hand comes up to cup your cheek gently as he encourages you. “Beg me for forgiveness. For making me have to watch another man hungrily look upon what is mine.”

“Please, please forgive me, Father!” You whine as you continue to rotate your hips against his foot, your pussy throbs from the stimulation and the humiliation of the act you’re committing. “I’ll never let any other man touch me, I swear! It’s only you!”

“Yes. That’s right, you belong to me, doll.” He runs his thumb along your bottom lip and you take it between your lips and eagerly suck it. “Only I get to see you like this. Only I get to know that this sweet angel is actually a dirty, little, whore.”

Charlie’s free hand comes up to grab onto your throat and tightly squeeze it as he shoves his fingers down your throat, gagging you with them.

“Give daddy your sweet cum.” Him using that self proclaimed title is all it takes to have sweet euphoria washing over you. Your legs twitch and creamy juices drip from your pussy and onto the red leather as you come undone for him.

“Thank you, daddy! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! I’m only yours, always!” You look up at him with tears in your eyes and his cock twitches with sick satisfaction knowing the words you’re saying are true. You belong to him, mind, body, and soul. He’s made you into the perfect little fuck doll, the perfect little deciple. He’s pretty sure you’d kill for him if he asked. He knows how fucking perverse and wrong it is, the way he treats you. The way he takes advantage of his power over you. And he will make himself pay for it. Later.

“You’re so perfect, angel. So pretty when you cry for me.” He takes your face and both of his hands so he can gently wipe your tears away as he looks down at you adoringly. “Strip yourself and get on all fours, you’re not quite done begging for forgiveness yet.”

Tagging my fellow Charlie lovers: @babygorewhore @cxrrodedcoffin @cameronsprincess @starkeysbabygirl @fae-of-prey