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[mconwrites]

@postergrl !

this isn’t the first place she should think to come when something upsets her, but it is. still her source of comfort despite them no longer being together. in truth, other than her mother, no one in the world knows her like rhys does. feels safe, no shame as she turns up on his doorstep, quiet sobs falling from her mouth, mascara stains on her cheeks. if she weren't so overwhelmed, she'd curse herself for not using waterproof. it's all very dramatic. very addison. when he finally opens up, it takes everything she has not to fall right into his arms the way she wants to. " i'm sorry, i know i shouldn't just turn up like this but — i-i just met my dad and i didn't know where else to go. "

[cquity]

morrigan & addison || @wcnderfulthings

"here you dropped this." the blonde admitted as she held out her hand towards the other, a gold ring attached to a loose gold chain. "seemed like it might be something important." mor explained. "the clasp looks like it snapped - i'm sure the antique store in town might have replacement bands if that's what you're after."

[ordenyprogreso]

[nicollekidman]

cristina has her own room in their dream house!!! this is a family!!!! 

[petalsfm]

LOCATION: the grocery store STATUS: closed / addison @musesoface

rhys tells himself helping people is the duty of a gentleman ( which he is , but he'd never claim it -- that's weird, right ? ) and that's why he's approaching the other. definitely not because he'd recognize that red hair three miles away. he grabs the box of cereal that is just SLIGHTLY out of reach for her and holds it out for her. "in the mood for froot loops, are we?"

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads / storygraph

A Crown So Cursed

conclusion to the Nightmare-verse trilogy, a YA urban portal fantasy

follows a Black girl trained to fight nightmare-monsters in Wonderland, to protect the people of both worlds

but the nightmares start coming for her in the real world - at a convention, and even her own home, and the crew have to prepare to fight a greater evil tied to Wonderland’s past

[spamsandsuch]

in game i dont think spamton would be able to comfort anybody due to fixating on his own traumas (and often projecting its own insecurities on other people as a result) but even in a therapy setting I feel spamton would still have trouble. Like, especially in afttp after learning healthier coping mechanisms i can see spamton wanting to help people (the other addisons in particular, especially sam) but not knowing how to—especially with words. Spamton isn’t good with finding the right words, so instead tries to help through its actions. The thing is, I don’t think Spamton would know what right actions to take either, and when they think abt comforting someone Spam thinks abt distracting them from the problem (because I imagine that’s also what he does by force of habit—distracting and pushing away its own problems) but instead of projecting and talking abt himself like before Spamton tries to take them somewhere or do something they enjoy. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, yet spam is learning.

[obstinaterixatrix]

ok I need to go to sleep. but first. I need to do a close reading of ‘next to you’ from wise guys.

so ‘next to you’ happens pretty early in the show. plot-wise, addison and wilson mizner went to alaska to pan for gold, actually got rich, then lost it all in a game of poker. in second vaudeville, addison and wilson part ways, addison returning home to their mother, wilson going off because he refuses to go home empty-handed.

this song still exists in bounce, but was cut from road show. which is a huge shame—not only is it a wonderful tune with some really stand-out lyrics, it does a fantastic job establishing/reinforcing characterization and family dynamics. it’s also weaker in bounce because it ends up cramming ‘my two young men’ in the middle instead of being a reprise of it, which means ‘I don’t know which one I love more’ gets dropped in the middle and not just at the end, which cuts the impact of the line, and I’m getting off track. ok back to wise guys

with competition between the brothers being emphasized, I think sondheim did a REALLY good job showing addison being overshadowed by wilson and modifying his approach as a result. he knows mama mizner like adventure, so he opens with a straightforward (embellished) description—it’s wilson that hijacks the song and turns it around to being about mama mizner. that’s one of the fundamental differences between addison and wilson; addison’s tailoring to what (he thinks) she asks for, and wilson’s tailoring to what she wants. or, rather than tailoring, wilson and mama mizner just operate on the same wavelength, and it’s not one that comes naturally to addison.

so after wilson thoroughly hijacks the song, addison tries to cut in with a new approach, he goes from describing the aurora borealis and the “fairyland” of alaska to: “every moment I was digging, frozen to the bone, digging all alone, all that I could do was think of being—” and it’s him trying to emphasize adventure still but he’s obviously trying to follow wilson’s lead in making this about mama mizner now; he worked and suffered and was thinking about her. but he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before willie cuts in again (lol). side note, my favorite line in this song is wilson’s “next to you/moonlight on the snow is unexciting/next to you/the moon is just an accident of lighting” like man. phenomenal.

anyway, in the next part (after mama mizner starts incorporating ‘my two young men’ into the song) addison completely abandons using his own methods and just ends up parroting wilson, and then they diverge again; addison’s “I will come and live with you” and wilson’s “I’ll leave you alone”. and in this divergence, there’s the ONLY time wilson echoes addison instead of addison echoing wilson, the line “anything you want”, but then addison diverges from wilson with “tell me what you want”. and after THAT line is when mama mizner drops “I don’t know which one I love more”. and that’s the pattern. wilson’s secure, addison’s insecure, and mama mizner reinforces the dynamic by providing no *meaningful* assurance; she’ll say reasons she loves them both, but her favoritism is obvious. and this thread is continued on through ‘isn’t he something’, not only through the subject of the song but the interaction that happens in the middle (WHICH GETS CUT. COMPLETELY. WHICH WAS A HUGE MISTAKE!!) like I consider it very important for mama mizner to double down when *directly faced* with addison’s inferiority complex. actually while you’re here listen to ‘isn’t he something’

[esoraluco]

Trouble in the Thunderfields

[justtryingtovibe69]

botticelli’s ‘spring’ (1482) // addison rae instagram post (2023)

[hamsteroveriord]

Seeing Nick from ftwd talk about how despite the entire world going to shit, it doesnt feel different to him , and that hes seeing everyone finally catch up to "his" world HIT HARD.

The world doesnt feel any different to him because his world always felt this way. Everyone else is finally seeing what it felt to live in a world like that, in a world like his.

The apocalypse happening right before his eyes probably even felt nostalgic to him from what im seeing. He was always just surviving and never living, because thats what life is like in an apocalyptic setting. Its all just unsettlingly natural to him.

[cquity]

jo & addison || @wcnderfulthings

"so have you decided whether this hospital is better than grey sloan?" jo asked, leaning against the bench as she looked over at addison with a small smile on her lips. "i think it's less chaotic here for some reason but home is home after all."

[hydrus101]

One thing I haven’t seen anyone post about yet is the “should’ve used our left hand” conversation, and it is so so so important to me.

It’s very rare that we get any verbal confirmation that John—who for all intents and purposes only exists in a meaningful physical capacity through Arthur’s left hand—interacts with the world at all unless it’s in dire circumstances where he has to, like the mines in Addison.

We don’t hear him say “let me get that” or anything active almost ever, and we have to infer that maybe he’s moving around, touching things, gesticulating, guiding Arthur in some small way when he says “here!” but it’s never really said explicitly that he touches things idly sometimes. He usually only helps Arthur, like holding the torch, and doesn’t do much for himself. And yeah, perhaps that would be clunky writing, but it bothered me for a little while.

I’ve always wanted to see him interact with the world more, touch more things, take a little initiative with the body they’re sharing, even if for practical reasons, but if it’s important to him that Arthur has some semblance of control? If he is considering Arthur’s feelings constantly by tamping down the urge to find and seek and know for himself, increasing that sense of isolation? If he’s trying even harder now to take up less space, to make himself small, in order to assuage the prickling guilt he feels for threatening taking that control back from Arthur? If he’s going to do his fucking damnedest to resist the urge to manifest even when the power is right there at his fingertips? Well, then that’s fucking delicious.

[wutheringcaterpillar]

An Act of Violation

Summary: Cillian takes advantage of you during a sex scene on set.

Warnings: Noncon, age gap (reader is 18), sense of grooming, p in v, oral (f receiving), Dark!Cillian, virgin!reader, creampie, trauma inflicted, fingering

This is purely fiction, not in relation to Cillian Murphy or his real life.

After landing your first big role at the ripe age of eighteen, your co star Cillian took you under his wing. Giving you acting lessons, taking an interest in your hobbies, sharing friendly banter. He had learned very quickly that you didn’t come from money, merely gliding by with rent and food, living from pay check to pay check. He took you on several lunches, dinner, acting as if he cared. He was calculated in his plans, earning your trust and friendship, knowing all your secrets. After your mother’s passing, you had no one, completely and utterly alone in this big, scary world.

Thanking the barista, you made your way to the set, nervous about filming your most intimate scene, although you were quite uncomfortable with having your body on display for everyone to see, you knew sex sells and you could trust Cillian to make you comfortable and guide you. After all Peaky Blinders was on the rise to popularity and emotional attachments with their viewers. The pressure to be perfect on camera waited down on you like an anchor, without this role you’d have nothing, you had to be amazing.

Cillian met you at your trailer with the script, going back and forth rehearsing your lines, suggesting motions, and sounds to make a great sex scene. You didn’t really bat an eye at it, thinking he was just being helpful, trying to ensure your comfortability but when you were on set shedding your clothes preparing, your world turned upside down.

“Action!” Going into character, acting as if you were aroused, Cillian’s hand slid seductively over your bare thighs while your breasts hung visibly present. 

His thumb trailed down your bottom lip slowly, lips agape and drawn into your features.

The camera focused in on a side view, filming the intensity and chemistry from the lustful gaze, magnifying the power balance Tommy held over your character Addison.

Running your hands down his chest, there was little conversation, just pure desire. This scene was intended to be hot, electric, rough as your characters didn’t get along, it was simply Tommy being his usual self, enforcing a manipulation tactic to Addison into bed with him. She was the enemy’s daughter, and turning to Tommy when he convinced her that her family betrayed her, wanting to sell her off to the highest bidder. As much as she held a profound hatred for Tommy, her need for revenge was stronger.

He angled his head burrowing his temple to the side of your face when in that moment you felt a movement from under the sheet just barely covering your most vulnerale area. This wasn’t scripted, his arms were supposed to stay on either side of your head to show the muscular tone of his shoulders and back.

None of production batted an eye, simply trusting that Cillian was trying to make the scene more intimate, as if he might be warming your character up by fingering her when that wasn’t the case at all.

You were beginning to panic when the protective garment over your vagina was suddenly swiped down onto the mattress.

A wave of panic and fear weighed down on your chest, but what were you to do? This was your first big role, and you needed the money, Cillian knew that. 

In a low, hushed tone, you leaned in toward his ear, voicing the concern.

“What are you doing?” Your question was answered when the head of his hardened cock pressed against the entrance of your dry, unwanting hole. When you tried to wiggle your hips up away from him, he simply pressed down with his strong hand, holding you in place.

“Just lay still and act your part. This is important to you isn’t it?” Sliding down beneath the sheet, you were left having to improvise and act as if this was planned. Within seconds Cillian tongue was on your heat, lapping at your folds and inserting a finger in your tight walls. Your hips bucked up from the unexpected violation, but you had to stay in character when you were internally screaming.

Curling your fists in the sheets, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to pretend this wasn’t really happening, reminding yourself you had to keep yourself composed in Addison.

His plump, plush lips sucked at your labia as he entered another finger, drilling into your virgin aching hole relentlessly. From the camera’s perspective all they could see was the bump of his head under the sheets, more focused in on your facial expressions.

The director made a call from behind Cillian, motioning for a closer connection. Wanting Cillian to run his hand lovingly down your cheek, whispering his lines in a lustful, charismatic voice. Your eyes stayed transfixed in his corrupted gaze, hiding the impending fear portruding every part of you.

“After this moment, you’ll be my property. Only belonging to me.” Though the lines were fake, his words struck a nerve. Panic ensued, when one of his hands gripped viciously at your breast, noting the hardened state of your nipples.

“Alright now let the sheet fall down your back and look into her eyes, showing a raw passionate connection before ravishing her lips, not being able to resist her any longer.” Cillian did as he was instructed with his own take, hiding the smirk and building tension.

His cock was throbbing at the sight of your unwanting body beneath him, fully on display for his own personal view.

Clashing his lips against yours, he thrusted forward, penetrating your body with his long, girthy member.

What was meant to come out as a cry for help, came out sounding like a muffled moan from your quivering lips being captivated by him.

You needed this role, you couldn’t do anything to jeopardize this job.

You were stranded, breathing in his mint scent, and his cruel blue eyes embedded in your mind, along with the feeling of your most private area being ripped a part from how dry you were.

Your skin formed goosebumps when his hans grasped at your sides, squeezing them as he pounded you down relentlessly.

“Now Y/N, we need you to be completely enveloped. This scene needs the hatred, the aggression, but also the burning desire and attraction.”

Cillian shoved his tongue down your throat, grinning from ear to ear from the warmth of your walls deciding to take control of the scenario playing out.

He had been resisting you for awhile now, but seeing your nude body beneath him, the delicate untouched features of your skin made him think with his cock, wanting to be selfish for once in his life. 

He could feel your insides starting to moisten involuntarily, turning into a rather hot, slippery slope warming his penis with each forceable movement.

You felt humiliated, used, like some inanimate object. Feeling suffocated between the weight of him on top of you, and the mattress folding beneath your battered body. Was this all he wanted?

Put yourself in Addison’s shoes you’d repeat to yourself over and over, as if that somehow justified the situation. 

The burning in your downstairs intensified when with one strong thrust, he quietly literally took the air from your lungs, but you were able to form it into a glorious moan that was believable.

“Fuck, Tommy keep- oh keep going.” Sliding your hand up the nape of his warm neck, you held him down closer, trying to deepen the kiss, Addison aching for every piece of him, while you were screaming internally for this to be over.

Rhythmically, along with Cillian, feeling his whole length protrude your once virgin walls painfully, balls deep inside of your sore pussy, it had felt like a shot in the arm, only it wasn’t.

Sitting up, and fixing the sheet, he had you on his lap, wanting to see your enticing, inexperienced body ride him while adjusting the sheets so production couldn’t tell.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure when the head of his cock hit your cervix, grinding, and claiming you as he’d wanted to for so long. Taking your innocence and fragility for his own. 

He could feel your heart beat rapidly against his chest, but was pleased to notice that your body was enjoying this, you were feeling pleasure and riding him all on your own. 

You hid your face in his neck, biting down aggressively on his shoulder, though the pain you were causing him was nothing toward the humiliation on you felt. As your hips swayed, and the tip of his cock brushed against the sweet spot you didn’t know you had.

An unexplainable, pleasurable feeling washed over your core, toes curling, and back arching from the approaching orgasm. 

“Tommy- Tommy I’m going to-“ You felt disgusted, violated, unsafe, how was no one noticing what was happening with all the changes in the script or did they just trust Cillian to that extent.

An unexpected, loud, lustful moan escaped from between your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.

Cumming onto Cillian’s shaft, you crumbled in his arms, falling week as your body convulsed. Wishing you could shield yourself from embarrassment, and shamefulness, not wanting to give the predator the satisfaction of knowing he pleased you.

Why wasn’t he pulling out? In a swift motion while you were still desperately riding out the phenomenal sensation. He layed you back down once more, his balls slapped against your bare ass as he pulsated inside of your deflowered rose, painting your insides white with his seed.

“Cut!” As the crew dispensed in search of a robe for you both, Cillian glanced down at the mess, smirking, knowing he had pushed you over the edge enough that you came for him.

Still avoiding eye contact, your co worker tossed you the robe. You flustered to put the fabric over as a shield, pulling your panties from the nightstand drawer, forcing them up to act as a shield, heading back to your trailer.

Cillian covered the stain sheets with the comforter, knowing production usually didn’t clear a set for hours and were always in too much of a hurry to notice a small little stain.

Rushing into your trailer, you slammed the door shut before falling onto the sofa, wrapping your arms around your legs, curling into a fetal position as you wept. Disgust washing over you as his seed continued to seep out from the notorious sexual assault.

What was supposed to be one of the most memorable acts of your life, something you were to decide when you were ready was taken away from you, yet you still had to act through the pain and abuse. Your skin was crawling, as the walls caved in, thought running wild on if this was really worth it if you were going to be subjected to an object.

Not being able to bare the stench of him any longer, in a fitful rush you shed yourself of your clothes, throwing the soiled panties into your bag to throw out the evidence one you were home.

Before changing, you went into the bathroom to start a shower as if you could cleanse away the damage he’s done, cleanse away the memory of his touch and intrusion, but it didn’t work.

Sitting on the toilet, you awaited for more to come out, the tears rolling more abundantly down your cheeks as you saw his semen sitting blatantly in the water.

At that moment there was a knock on the door and Cillian walked in without waiting for you to answer.

Shuffling and scrambling to put your clothes on, he peared the door open, finding you in a state of panic as you pulled a new pair of panties over your coveted area, trying to hide what he’s already seen.

“I don’t think there’s a need to be all embarrassed Y/N. You did great today, felt great might I add.” Uunable of looking him in the eyes, you turned to face away from him, wiping away the tears on your cheeks, not wanting to seem weak.

He closed in the distance, his chest pressing against your back, as his hand slid inside of the wasteband of your pants agonizingly slowly.

Flinching away from his touch, he simple backed you up against the wall leaving you stuck between the hard surface and his touch.

Your stomach churned, forming knots as tears prickled at your eyes once more when his digits combed over your clit, caressing the deflowered skin, and moaning slightly against your ear, causing you to wince away from his unwanted touch.

“Please stop…” You managed to croak out behind the pain.

But your pleads went unnoticed, moreso ignored as he began to rub circles into your overstimulated, throbbing pussy that was still burning from just moments ago.

“Why are you doing this? You- you didn’t ask or care to know if-“ He silenced your words by shoving his fingers right back up into you, allowing the warm liquid from you both to drown his fingers.

The smell of your sex making him hard once more.

“You know all I’d have to do is speak to production. They trust my judgement in character. If I happen to slip up and say I don’t think your right for the part, they’d have to replace you.” He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent while his fingers teased at your hole that belonged to him now.

“Is that what you want?”

“No! Please-please I’ll do whatever you want. I need this job desperately.” Ah there it was, he hadn’t expected you to submit so quickly. He chuckled behind your ear, placing a kiss of satisfaction beneath the lobe of your ear, before patting your dripping cunt and removing his hand.

“Atta girl. Knew you were wise. See you tomorrow then, maybe rehearse early on before everyone else arrives. Oh, don’t forget we have one more scene to film, your outfit is on the table., be ready in an hour.” He left biting his lip, turning around and winking at you with a sadistic, egotistical look on his face. You had nowhere to go, no one to turn, most of all no one to believe you.

Collapsing to the floor, you cried relentlessly onto the cold, hard tile, falling to pieces as flashbacks entered your mind of the way he touched you. The way his eyes gleamed with a sick amusement. How could you have been so stupid to believe Cillian was your friend and not noticed all the signs? He ruined your experience of possibly being famous, unable to watch your work on Peaky Blinders ever again without the constant reminder and scene of you losing your virginity.

Pulling yourself up from the floor trying to catch a breath, you did your best to shake off the feeling, clothing yourself for the final scene of the episode that was supposed to be a cliff hanger for the plot of Addison.

The makeup artist noticed your distress, asking if everything was alright to which you just shrugged it off by saying you were reading a script for a future episode and you had become emotional. When she pulled your hair back to remove it out of the way of your face, you unexpectedly flinched from her touch, unprepared for the sudden motion. Questioning you once more, you claimed she had startled you and everything was alright.

When you walked outside to join the crew, the scene before made you nauseated. Seeing Cillian laughing, and chatting with the other actors as if nothing had happened. They were all so oblivious to his charm, and having the advantage of knowing him for so long, they never blinked an eye.

Walking toward the crowd, Cillian glanced your way still laughing and smiling, watching as you stood a good lengths away from him but of course that would draw attention, wouldn’t it? Everyone believed to know how close of “friends” you were, so you made your way closer to his side, ready to act once more, pretending as if everything was okay. He massaged your shoulders, asking if you were okay as if he cared. He just wanted everyone to believe he was a good, caring, hard working man that was willing to help anyone. Taking your position in the alley in the pissing rain, Cillian stood watching your every move from the other end as he waited for his cue to come in. The constant stare was troubling, but once again, no one seemed to notice or think anything of it. Cillian was and always will be more important and a step ahead of you, he would always be the star.

[formulamar]

she’s a ferrari - part 3

charles leclerc x yn!ferrari

fc: addison rae

summary: as a child, the great-grand daughter of Enzo Ferrari used to spend her weekends hanging around the paddock. but once she went off to university her appearances became rare. what happens when she starts working for Ferrari? and... one of the drivers steals her heart.

READ PART TWO HERE

NOVEMBER 2023

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charles_leclerc: I gave absolutely everything today. Thank you so much for everything. Thank you for the support throughout the whole season. It's been a tough one and I already can't wait to be in 2024 to be hopefully fighting for wins again ❤️

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ynferrari: you make us proud everyday ❤️

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ynferrari

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ynferrari: finally gradu-ATE-ed!!!!! big thank you to my family, my friends and to beautiful London!!! you've treated me so well. can't wait for this next chapter, but its painfully bittersweet to close out this one. 🎓💐🤍

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carmenmmundt: intelligent AND gorgeous 🥰

-> ynferrari: you're my inspiration 🥲

fernandoalonso: Lo hiciste!! (you did it)

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carlossainz55: 👏👏👏

ynscousin: CONGRATULAZIONI YN 🍾 also how did you get rid of your jet lag so fast?

-> ynferrari: trust it was a pain 😭

ynbff: WE DID IT BABES!!!! ILY

landonorris: are you sure they didn't hand you someone else's diploma on accident?

-> ynferrari: just shut up and come to the party 🙄

user: who bought you that degree?

tifosi2019: from one grad to another congratulations yn!

-> ynferrari: congratulations to you as well!

charles_leclerc: Smartest person I know ❤️ Congratulations

-> ynferrari: grazie bello :))

-> lordcharles: EVERYONE SEEING THIS INTERACTION

ferrarifan03: CONGRATS YN!!!!

ynfan53: CONGRADULATIONS PRETTY GIRL

tifosi75: yn...is it possible this next chapter involves you being in the paddock more often??

-> ynferrari: 😉😉

user: spoiled brat

-> ynferrari: not too shabby yourself xx

-> ferrarifan03: HELPPPPP

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rumorhasitf1: RUMOR HAS IT

Rumor has it that various f1 drivers attended YN Ferrari's graduation party in London on December 9th. Guests included Fernando Alonso, Carlos Sainz, Mick Schummacher, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Lance Stroll, George Russel and YN's rumored boyfriend Charles Leclerc. Susi and Toto Wolff were also in attendance. Witnesses state that YN and Charles held hands, danced and conversed throughout the whole evening.

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norrisluv: now the important question is what did he gift her...

-> lechairs: EXACTLYYYYY IM SO CURIOUS

lec4: getting emotional just imagining this...cutest couple to ever couple

charlnor: susi and toto being there is a little random to me not gonna lie...

-> scunteriafer: i'm hoping it's just cause they've known yn since she was little and they have a close bond and not because of anything else

cl16fan: Charles and Yn dancing together... i'm actually dying

lonso14: imagine nando just glaring at charles the whole night FHSKAJFLD

f1fan05: WAS FRED THERE @/rumorhasitf1

-> rumorhasitf1: Our source says yes!

ferrarienthusiast38: YN'S BESTIE IN THE LIKES HELLOFDJKSLJ

ln4s: it's got to be true then omgggg

lordpercevalfan: can we talk about this pic holy hell Charles how'd you bag that

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formulaamar 🎬: i wanted to get this out way earlier than i was able to but i couldn’t because school started again for me 🙄 and ive been busy with that but here’s part 3!!! this was supposed to be the last part but i decided why not add a little more hehe 😇 remember to comment if you wanna be on the taglist!!! ALSO ITS FINALLY RACE WEEK AGAIN LETS GO LETS HOPE FOR FERRARI FIXED THEIR FREAKING CAR 🥰

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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : At a crowded party, Y/N ends up sitting on Chris’s lap due to a lack of seating. Feeling overwhelmed by the closeness, Chris can no longer contain his feelings. He takes Y/N’s hand, and they slip away from the party together. Once in the car, they share a passionate, private moment away from the noise.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The closeness was both thrilling and overwhelming, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Despite the crowded party around us, all my attention was fixed on the man who had just pulled me into his lap.

Chris’s hand was wrapped around mine, the heat of his touch sending a shiver up my spine, and he leaned in close to my ear. “Are you okay?” he asked, his low, gruff voice sending another wave of desire through me.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Yeah,” I said, shifting a little in Chris’s lap. “The party is kind of boring, to be honest.”

Chris chuckled, his hand moving to rest on my waist. “And here I thought you were enjoying yourself,” he teased, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over my hip.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as Chris let out a soft moan, the sound sending a shockwave of desire through me. I couldn’t help but move a little more, just to hear that sound again, and Chris’s grip on my waist tightened.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that?”

I chuckled, feeling a thrill of excitement at the hint of danger in Chris’s voice. “What, afraid you’re going to lose control?” I taunted, shifting again in his lap, this time deliberately pressing against him.

“Watch it,” he warned again, his voice a growl this time. “You keep doing that,” he added, his hand gripping my hip tightly, “and I won’t be able to hold back.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine, a wave of heat pooling in my stomach. “Maybe that’s what I want,” I breathed, leaning in closer to him. “Maybe I want you to lose control.”

I had always been a bit of a flirt with Chris, but I didn’t quite realize how my words and actions were affecting him. I was innocently unaware of the true impact I was having on him, simply going with the flow of our banter and conversation.

But as Chris pulled me closer, I began to feel a sense of uncertainty. The truth was, I had little experience in flirting, let alone anything more intimate.

But as I felt Chris’s hand on my waist, his thumb tracing circles over my skin, I couldn’t help but respond. I leaned into his touch, my body instinctively seeking his. The heat of his touch and the rough, gravelly sound of his voice were making me feel things I’d never felt before.

Chris suddenly stood, taking my hand firmly in his. “C’mon,” he said, his voice rough with suppressed desire. “Let’s get out of here.”

We left the party, hand in hand, and quickly made our way to Matt's car. Chris opened the back door, gesturing for me to get in. I slid into the backseat, my heart racing with anticipation. Chris followed me, closing the door behind him before he pulled me onto his lap.

The confined space of the car suddenly felt intimate and charged with tension. Chris’s body was pressed against mine, his hand once again on my hip, his touch possessive and sure. I felt a surge of heat and desire course through me, and I couldn’t help but melt against him, my body instinctively seeking his touch.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “No idea how badly I want you right now.”

I let out a shaky breath, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the raw desire in his voice. “Then take me,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them. “Please, Chris. Make me yours.”

Chris let out a low growl, his hand tightening on my hip. “Be careful what you ask for,” he warned, his voice a rough whisper. “Once I take you, I won’t be able to stop.”

A flicker of nervousness shot through me, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of desire. “I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, my body arching against his. “I want you, all of you.”

With a growl, Chris pulled me roughly into a kiss, his hand moving to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. Our lips collided in a clash of desire and need, his tongue demanding entry into my mouth. I gasped, kissing him back with a fervor that surprised even me, my body molding to his as we embraced.

The kiss was intense, filled with a hunger and desperation that left me breathless. As Chris’s tongue tangled with mine, his hands roaming over my body, I felt something inside me awaken. A part of me that was innocent and untouched, but also eager and wanting. I found myself giving in to the sensations, losing bits of my innocence with every kiss and touch.

Chris broke the kiss, his lips trailing along my jawline and down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake. I let out a soft moan, tilting my head back to give him better access, my body arching against him involuntarily. His teeth scraped gently against my skin, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine

As Chris continued to kiss and nibble at my neck, my hand instinctively moved to his hair, burying my fingers in the short locks. The sensation of his lips against my skin was sending waves of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help but tug at his hair, pulling him even closer.

The sensations and emotions were overwhelming, and as Chris’s lips continued to explore my neck, I let out a soft whisper, unable to hold it in any longer. “Just... be gentle,” I breathed, my voice shaky with both pleasure and nervousness.

As I admitted my inexperience, I felt a wave of embarrassment crash over me, and I instinctively covered my face with my hands, unable to look at him. A small part of me was certain that this revelation would change everything, that Chris would probably not want to continue with someone so inexperienced.

Chris gently took my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face. I kept my eyes downcast, unable to meet his gaze, but I could hear the reassurance in his voice. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Just tell me when to stop, okay?”

I nodded, still feeling a bit embarrassed but also reassured by Chris’s words. Before I could process anything else, he leaned forward, his lips capturing mine again in a gentle, tender kiss. His hand reached up, caressing my face, his touch soft and caring. It was a stark contrast to the intense passion of the previous kisses, and it left me feeling both vulnerable and adored.

Chris pulled back slightly, his lips still lightly touching mine. In a low, soothing voice, he whispered, “Just relax and let me be in control. You’ll be in good hands.” The words sent a shiver down my spine, both a reassurance and a promise at the same time.

Chris continued his kisses down my neck, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, gently lifting it up and over my head, tossing it carelessly aside. I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, feeling suddenly exposed, but the heat in Chris’s gaze was reassuring.

Chris continued his descent down my body, his lips trailing kisses over my collarbone and down my chest, his hands gently exploring the newly exposed skin. The sensations were overwhelming, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through me, making me gasp and arch against him, silently begging for more.

Chris lingered over my shoulders, his lips mapping a path of feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin. With each kiss, he inhaled deeply, as if taking in my scent, savoring the moment. The intimacy of the gesture made my heart race and my body tingled under his touch.

As Chris continued to kiss my shoulders, I couldn’t help but reach up and bury my fingers in his hair once more. The texture of his short locks soothed me, grounding me in this moment. I gently tugged at the strands, pulling him closer, silently pleading for more.

The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel my body responding to his touch, my skin growing sensitive and every nerve ending feeling like it was on fire. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I was helpless to the onslaught of pleasure.

Emboldened by the pleasure coursing through me, and the overwhelming desire to feel more of him, I reached for the hem of Chris’s shirt. My fingers trembled as I grasped the fabric, pulling it up and over his head, discarding it into the darkness of the car.

Once the shirt was gone, I let my hands roam over his bare chest, feeling the ridges and valleys of his muscles under my fingers. The heat of his skin against mine was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and it only added fuel to the fire that was burning within me.

Unable to resist, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his jaw and the side of his neck, mimicking the kisses he had given to me just moments ago. His skin was warm, his stubble rubbing against my lips as I kissed and nipped at his skin.

Chris let out a low moan, his hands gripping my hips even tighter, his body reacting to my touch. It was clear that he was losing control, his composure slowly unraveling as I explored his neck and jawline.

My confidence growing with each of his reactions, I continued to kiss and nibble along his jaw and neck, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath my fingertips. It was thrilling to know that I had this effect on him, and it only fueled my own desire.

As my lips and teeth continued their exploration of his neck, Chris let out a deep, guttural moan, the sound echoing in the confines of the car. The low, primal sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt him tilt his head back, offering me more access to his skin.

As my lips planted kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat, my ears caught the faint whisper of Chris's voice. “Y/N...” His voice was a low murmur, full of longing and heat.

I felt Chris's hand slowly make its way down my body, finding the hem of my pants and slipping his fingers beneath it. My breath hitched as his hand moved lower, and I could feel the warmth from his touch radiating through me.

His fingers brushed against my underwear, and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper. Chris's hand slid further, his fingers finding their way to my sensitive clit through the fabric. He gave it a gentle rub, and I felt my knees tremble as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as I felt Chris's fingers working their magic on me. My lips continued to explore the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as my hips began to rock gently against his hand.

As Chris's touch became more insistent, I buried my face against his neck to muffle my moans. The sensation of his fingers against my core, coupled with the warmth of his skin and the faint scent of his cologne, was driving me to the edge.

I could feel my breath hitching as Chris's fingers continued to move with purpose. My hips rocked faster against him, and my moans grew louder. I couldn't help but let out a low gasp as he slipped a finger inside me, drawing another wave of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck... Chris...” I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper against his ear. His hand moved with more urgency now, his fingers pumping in and out of me as his thumb circled my swollen nub. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his flesh.

His long, skilled fingers curled inside me, reaching depths that made my breath hitch and my eyes flutter closed. I could feel my core tightening around him, drawing him in deeper as I got closer and closer to the edge. “Chris... it's too much... I can't...”

But Chris wasn't finished yet. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me as his thumb continued to rub my clit. The sudden stretch and intrusion sent me over the edge, and I came hard against his hand, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm.

Chris slipped his hand out of my pants, lifting his glistening fingers to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them, sucking my essence from his skin as he let out a low, satisfied hum. “You taste so good...”

His hands reached up to unhook my bra, baring my chest to his hungry gaze. He then helped me wiggle out of my pants and underwear, tossing them onto the car floor. His voice was hoarse with desire as he whispered, “I need you, now...”

I reached out and grabbed his belt, fumbling with the buckle as my hands trembled with anticipation. Finally, I managed to undo it and pull his pants open, helping him shove them down his thighs along with his boxers.

Chris took control of the situation. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, positioning himself at my entrance. His voice was husky as he whispered into my ear, “Are you sure you're ready for this?” I nodded, biting my lip in anticipation.

With slow, gentle movements, Chris eased into me, his strong arms wrapped around my back to support my weight. I gasped at the sensation, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he slowly filled me. “You're so tight...” he groaned, pausing to let me adjust.

After a few moments, I relaxed around him, my body growing used to the new sensation. I took a deep breath and nodded at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. With slow, deliberate movements, Chris began to thrust into me, his hips lifting off the seat as he pulled me down onto him.

I straddled his lap, my hands braced against his chest as he moved beneath me. The motion was intoxicating, his thick length stretching me in ways I never thought possible. I started to rock my hips, moving up and down on his lap as he continued to thrust from beneath.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the overwhelming pleasure became almost too much to bear. I buried my face in Chris's neck, my breath coming in short gasps as he gripped my hips and drove into me with more urgency. “Chris...”

“Look at me.” I lifted my head, meeting his gaze as he continued to move beneath me. “Breathe with me,” he instructed, taking slow, deep breaths to help guide me through the intense sensation.

“That's it, just like that,” he praised, his voice low and soothing. “You're doing so well, baby. You feel so good... Just a little more, okay?”

I nodded, my tears spilling over as I struggled to keep up with his breaths. Chris wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he continued to move beneath me. “I've got you, I've got you,” he whispered, his words a soothing balm to my overwhelmed senses.

Chris's grip on my hips tightened, and he started to thrust up into me with more urgency. The car rocked with the force of our movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small space. I clung to him, crying out as another wave of pleasure washed over me.

Chris looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine as I hovered above him. He reached up, his fingers brushing against my cheek before he pulled me down for a deep kiss. Our lips met in a frenzy, our tongues dancing together as the car continued to rock beneath us.

The windows of the car began to fog up, condensation building on the glass as the heat inside grew more intense. Chris's touch became firmer, his hands gripping my hips and thighs as he continued to drive into me with increasing urgency.

I reached out, pressing my hands against the foggy window as I held onto it for support. My fingers left a faint handprint on the glass, the condensation making it difficult to see outside. Chris's thrusts became more erratic, the car swerving slightly as he lost control for a moment.

I gasped as Chris's thrusts became more forceful, the sounds of our moans filling the small space of the car. The windows were completely fogged up now, the only light coming from the streetlights outside.

Chris's hands moved to my waist, lifting me up and slamming me back down on his lap with a loud thud. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder as I screamed in ecstasy.

“Fuck Chris, yes! Right there!” I moaned, feeling the build-up of pleasure in my core. Chris grunted in response, gripping onto my hips as he thrust into me.

“You like that, baby?” Chris hissed, his voice hoarse with exertion. “Tell me you love it.” I nodded, my words spilling out in a breathless rush. “Yes, Chris, I love it! Please, more!”

Chris's hands tightened on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he continued to thrust into me. The car shook with the force of our movements, the sound of our moans and the slapping of skin against skin filling the air.

“I'm close, Chris...” I gasped, my breaths coming in short, sharp pants. Chris grunted in response, his thrusts becoming erratic and forceful. Suddenly, we were both pushed over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, Chris buried his face in my neck and groaned loudly. I clung to him, my body convulsing with wave after wave of intense pleasure. The windows of the car were completely fogged up, the only sound the heavy pants of our breath.

I slumped against Chris, my head lolling onto his shoulder as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Our chests rose and fell in sync, our hearts beating as one as we slowly came down from our high. Chris wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

We sat there in silence for a while, the car still idling as we caught our breath. Finally, Chris reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “You okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded, my head bobbing against the warm, damp skin of his neck. Chris chuckled softly, his arms tightening around me. “Words, baby. I need to hear your voice,” he murmured. I took a deep, shuddering breath and finally managed to speak. “Mhm...”

Chris's hands began to trace lazy patterns on my back, his touch gentle and soothing. “You were incredible,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. I hummed contentedly, nuzzling into him once more.

I tilted my head up, my eyes fluttering open to meet Chris's gaze. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, tender kiss. It was different from our heated, passionate kisses earlier. This one was gentle, full of affection and warmth.

As I pulled back from the kiss, I found myself lost in my own thoughts, taking in the reality of what had just happened. I had lost my innocence in the back seat of a car with the man I had been secretly pining after for months, and the strangest part was that I didn't regret a moment of it. I knew, deep down, that I wouldn't want to lose it any other way than with Chris.