#nolan hansen fluff

[stardustluvs]

Hi, I loved your writing for Nolan✨️✨️

Is your order open? If not, you can disregard this ask

my idea: after recording "7 days drifting at sea" Nolan arriving home and just wanting to rest his girlfriend. I need more Nolan stuff! he is so funny and cute

Fighting Sleep - Nolan X Reader

Word Count: 838

Pairing: Nolan Hansen x fem!Reader

Summary: What the req says

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Am I the Nolan blog yet?

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It had already been nearly an hour since Nolan’s been home, and he was visibly exhausted. You couldn’t really blame him either. He had been gone a whole week on a raft in the middle of the sea, and you hadn’t really had a way to keep in contact with him.

He hugged you for what felt like ten years, not that you were complaining, the second he saw you.

It was probably the longest you two had been apart since you started going out, and it was only for a week, which really spoke volumes. Who was to blame you though? You were basically attached at the hip. You had been invited to nearly every video set, and it was very rare that you declined, just because you wanted to be near Nolan.

You did however, decline the offer for this video. It didn’t appeal to you at all and you had no desire to drift at sea for a week, not when you had your own things to tend to here at home. You didn’t even really want Nolan to go, but for whatever reason, he accepted Jimmy’s offer.

Currently it was going on eight pm, and the house fell silent as you laid cuddled up with Nolan in your shared bedroom. A movie played softly on the TV, but you were positive neither of you were paying attention. He was too busy running a hand through your hair gently, or whispering to you about how much he missed you.

“I wish you were there, but I’m also glad you weren’t,” He laughed softly.

You tilted your head up a little to look at him. You moved up slightly to kiss his cheek.

“I’m glad I wasn’t there either,” You responded, poking fun at the fact that you knew it could not have been enjoyable, judging by the fact that Nolan just seemed so drained.

“Why don’t you sleep, you’re tired,” You told him.

He just shook his head, “I just want to lay here with you,” He replied, trying to hide the fact that he yawned almost immediately after.

You gave him a knowing look but decided to not push, knowing that he’d be out like a light soon enough. You were just waiting for it to happen.

He kissed the top of your head before you snuggled back up to his chest. You wished he never left, and you were just so glad to have him back in your space.

His arms which had been wrapped around your body squeezed you lightly. If you hadn't known that he was tired before, you would have figured he was exhausted by now.

You glanced up at him again, watching him fight sleep. You noticed the way his eyes would shut for a few moments before he would open them again, over and over.

"Sleep, Nol..." You whispered, "I'll still be here in the morning," You reassured.

"No, I'm fine, I wanna stay up with you for a bit longer," He insisted, shifting a little as a way to try to keep himself awake.

"From what I heard, you barely slept at all this week, don't keep yourself exhausted," You said, offering a slight laugh at the end of your sentence, trying to prove how ridiculous he was being.

He just shook his head and you rolled your eyes, "Tell me about your week," He said.

"Just hung around, missing you. Wondering why on Earth you wanted to do this video," You teased.

He knew it definitely was not a video for everyone, but he appreciated the challenge and knew it couldn't be so bad as long as his friends had been there with him. He did feel a little iffy about drifting at sea with no way to expect what would happen next, but Jimmy had reassured him at least twenty times that everything would be completely under control.

Well, everything but the weather.

The weather was the worst part, and he's surprised he didn't end up sick from being out in the rain like that, or even the heat.

"I missed you too, a lot," He replied, "I'm glad I get to be home now."

You were glad too. If you could, you'd never let him leave your side, but that was unrealistic, and you refused to be that kind of girlfriend. He reminded you of how he appreciated you nearly every day.

After a few beats of silence, you noticed the way his breathing slowed. You felt his arms loosen around your body, and you smiled to yourself.

You smiled softly at him before reaching down and pulling the blankets over the two of you a little higher. You shifted slightly, getting comfy before shutting your eyes.

Honestly, you hoped he'd never leave for something like that again, but you knew it was inevitable, and as long as was enjoying himself. Though, you didn't quite see the appeal in drifting in open water for a week straight, but to each their own.

"Goodnight, Nolan."

[luv4georgie]

requesting a q&a interview for lando norris x reader !

perhaps being asked about her on graham norton or both of them being on jimmy fallon/james corden

any plot!! i love your writing <33

back to the basics.

Lando Norris x fem!reader

in which formula one star, Lando Norris, gets asked about his girlfriend, Y/n L/n, on the Late Night Jimmy Fallon show!

warnings: none! a load of fluff!!!

prompt list

“us against the world just me and you!!”

“welcome back to the Late Night show everybody!” sounded Jimmy Fallon’s voice on your TV. you smiled shoving a few crisps into your mouth. “today special guest is, formula one driver, Lando Norris!” everyone clapped, along with you, who was on the other side of the world behind a screen. you watched as your fiancé walked onto stage, smiling and waving like always. Jimmy introduced Lando and they talked about what he did and how it was like being a driver. then after a few minutes they started to play a game called “explain the picture”.

the game started off with a-few silly pictures of Lando and some of his past teammates while he explained them laughing along with Jimmy during every picture. then on about the 6th picture Jimmy pulled out a card that had a picture from your instagram on it. it was a picture from when Lando first proposed almost a year ago. “what about this one?” Jimmy questioned, cocking his eyebrow. Lando giggled “that’s a picture from my fiancé’s instagram??” he said. “well obviously, but what’s happening?” Jimmy asked again. “well it’s from just under a year ago when i asked her to be my wife, she thought i was joking and thought it was just a box with a key in because i told her we might be getting a new apartment” everyone laughed. “but when she saw it was a ring, she said she was nearly sick! to be honest i was offended at first but then she said ‘it’s good sick’?? which i didn’t understand at all” Lando continued to talk about you for the next 5 minutes, practically gushing over you.

Jimmy gave a look to the camera, telling them how much Lando loves her. Lando just couldn’t stop himself, until eventually he did to carry on with the interview because they were on a time limit. but at that point everyone in that Late Night studio knew how much Lando absolutely loved his almost-wife, as he likes to call it. someone shouted “when’s the wedding!” and Lando answered saying it was in the summer, while he was on summer break. from the moment Lando proposed to you in the Silverstone paddock, you knew you were keeping him forever, and he knew he was keeping you forever.

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AUTHORS NOTE: sorry its so short :( thank you for the request though!! ❤️❤️

[prismasnotebook]

hey, can you write something for Nolan hansen x fem!Reader? (Mrbeast crew). It can be fluff, smut, lemmo...ANYTHING

This guy deserve something 😫

~Love ur blog ♡♡

Pretty Boy Losers- Nolan Hansen

ALAS, I have done it, and was it easy? no because I was hoping I could just watch a couple of TikToks and get a feel for how I should write Nolan. Apparently, though, no one is giving Nolan love and the most I could gather is the guy is a giggler.

“No, sit still,” you laughed as you gently tried to put the blue eyeliner on Nolan’s eyes, one hand gently holding his chin as his head laid in your lap.

“I can't,” he responded with a laugh. “It's cold.”

“Well, too bad you shouldn't have lost.”

“Yeah, maybe if you weren’t so trash, you wouldn’t be doing this,” Karl added as he filmed, knowing good and well he only barely beat Nolan.

You just grinned as they bantered briefly focusing on the way Nolan smile quirked up, until he looked back at you to which you quickly went back to finishing the clown makeup for him.

And, the poor guy couldn’t entertain the children at that birthday party to save his life, and since he was the loser the boys just had to make it worse by making sure that the kids jumped him for being bad at being a clown.

“Some of those kids hit hard,” Nolan whispered as you were removing the make up for him so he wouldn’t rub his skin raw.

“Oh no, did the big bad kids hurt you,” you teased and he let out a light laugh.

“Yeah, they did. Look,” he said rolling up his sleeve to show you a bruise that was forming.

“Oh, you poor thing,” you continued to tease looking back at his face, gently scrubbing the red from around his lips. “You need it kissed better.”

“Yeah,” he said, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes glanced to your lips for a brief second and you could feel your stomach knot. This had to be about the hundredth time you two had been in a situation like this and you felt like it was fairly obvious he liked you back by the amount of post you’d seen talking about it and calling you out, but nothing.

He rolled up his sleeve turning his arm toward you and you rolled your eyes, gently grabbing his arm. You leaned in and placed a light kiss to it, and you looked back up to ask him if it was all better but there was this soft look in his eye and it clicked.

He was never going to make the first move. It was gonna have to be you.

“I think you bruised your lips a little too,” you said and his eyebrows furrowed, as your hand gently moved from his arm to his neck, pulling him closer, and the second it clicked he took over.

His hand found its way to your cheek and he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips were soft and gentle and He pinched your cheek lightly causing you to smile some and break away.

“Don’t look better yet to me,” you responded and he let out a light laugh pressing his forehead into your shoulder, he was still cute even in half done clown make up.

“I don’t think there better yet either,” he responded, opting for multiple light pecks across your entire face this time and you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment. That was until you could her some all too familiar wolf whistles and cheers from a particular set of guys who came to check on you.

“See, jokes on you guys,” Nolan yelled. “She is into losers.”

You let out a laugh eyes trained on Nolan as he argued with the guys before he looked back to you, “You are into losers right?”

“When there as pretty as you, yeah.”

“And, she thinks I’m pretty, so take that,” he added and you shook your head some standing up.

“Come get when you’re ready to take the rest of that off.”

You pushed past the boys and when you finally made it past them and out of ear shot you couldn’t help but let out a slight squeal as you freaked out. And, to think you were stuck waiting all that time for nothing.

[definedwrath]

𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  ...  𝐦𝐮𝐧  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞  .

                                                                                 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎  𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍  !

name  /  alias  :  aria  ! gender  /  pronouns  :  nonbinary  masc  +  he  /  him  . where  ya  from  ?  :  southern california the  current  time  :  6:42  pm  when  i  started  ;  it  is  now  9:32 pm  when  i  finished  this  . favorite  thing  (  s  )  about  yourself  :  i  like  my  writing  +  my  video  editing  abilities any  special  talents  ?  :  i  can  play  five  instruments

why  you  joined  hqclouds :  i  saw  it  in  the  tags  and  fell  in  love  ,  but  it  was  mainly  ari  that  convinced  me

meaning  behind  url  :  defined  roots  from  the  act  of  defining  --  the  act  of  stating  the  nature  or  marking  the  limitations  of  . 

last  thing  you  googled  :  norman  cathedral  in  palermo  ..

birthday  /  zodiac  :  december  31  +  capricorn  .  in  your  opinion  ,  does  your  sign  suit  you  ?  :  capricorns  born  on  december  31st  are  known  for  being  hardworking  and  creative  .  i  like  to  think  those  are  two  traits  i  do  have  . myers  -  briggs  :  infp  -  t  ! moral  alignment  :  lawful  /  neutral  good hogwarts  house  :  slytherin  !!!

i  started  roleplaying  :  in  2010  ..  i  used  to  indie  and  play  kingdom  hearts  muses   types  of  rps  i  enjoy  :  multifandom  ;  i  dabble  in  oc  rps  ,  but  i  like  dark  or  mysterious  plots  generally favorite  fcs  to  use  :  jeon  jungkook  ,  hugh  dancy  and  grant  gustin fandom  (  s  )  you’d  like  to  write  in  :  dear  evan  hansen  ,  once  upon  a  time fandom  (  s  )  you  aren’t  in  but  are  curious  about  :  killing  eve  ,  teen  wolf

favorite  canon  muse  (  s  )  to  play  :  all  of  the  muses  i’m  currently  !!!  playing  +  sebastian  smythe  ,  victor stone  ,  chris  hartley  ,  henry  mills favorite  original  muse  (  s  )  to  play  :  hyunsoo  moon  ,  he  was  a  boy  who  ended  up  making  a  deal  with  a  demon  to  live

i  prefer  .  .  . angst  ,  smut  ,  or  fluff  :  angst  ,  but  frankly  i  don’t  mind  any  of  them long  or  short  replies  :  long  replies  because  i  physically  can’t  get  myself  to  shut  up pre  plotting  or  chemistry  :  both  are  good  with  me  ,  it  depends  !! sentence  starters  or  headcanon  memes  :  sentence  starters  because  they  usually  create  more  threads single  muse  or  multimuse  blogs  :  multimuse  blogs  because  i  always  using  the  wrong  blog  for  replies  when  i  use  sideblogs gif  icons  ,  medium  gifs  ,  or  static  icons  :  personally  i  prefer  gif  icons  +  medium  gifs

grab  the  book  nearest  to  you  and  pull  a  quote  from  it  :  “  at  the  end  ,  he  couldn’t  kill  you  and  he  couldn’t  watch  you  die  .  people  who  study  this  kind  of  thing  say  he  was  trying  to  stop  .  why  ?  because  you  helped  him  .  ”  red  dragon  ,  thomas  harris  .

what’s  a  quote  or  song  lyric  that  speaks  to  your  soul  ?  :  “  i’ll  tell  you  a  riddle  .  you’re  waiting  for  a  train  ,  a  train  that  will  take  you  far  away  .  you  know  where  you  hope  this  train  will  take  you  ,  but  you  dont  know  for  sure  .  but  it  doesn’t  matter  .  how  can  it  not  matter  to  you  where  that  train  will  take  you  ?  ”  inception , christopher nolan .

top  current  celebrity  crushes  :  hugh  dancy  ... last  movie  you  watched  :  the  man  from  nowhere did  you  like  it  ?  :  yeah  ,  i’d  recommend  it  !  huge  violence  warning  though  .  favorite  movie  (  s  )    of  all  time  :  inception  ,  iron  man favorite  tv  show  (  s  )  of  all  time  :  hannibal favorite  tv  show  that  hasn’t  ended  :  the flash favorite  series  of  books  /  novels  /  comics  :  camp  half  blood  series  ,  marvel  comics favorite  video  game  (  s  )  :  five  nights  at  freddy’s  ,  kingdom  hearts  ,  until  dawn favorite  youtube  channels  :  natewantstobattle  ,  markiplier  ,  game theory  ,  those  youtubers  who  put  scenes  from  shows  on  youtube

put  your  music  on  shuffle  .  what  six  songs  pop  up  ?  :  hearts  a  mess  (  gotye  )  ,  gemini  feed  (  banks  )  ,  bury  a  friend  (  billie  eilish  )  ,  blood  in  the  cut  (  k.flay  )  ,  honey  lavender  (  ieuan  )  ,  gone  i’m  gone  (  hadestown  soundtrack  )

dream  job  ?  :   cybersecurity  agent favorite  musical  :  dear  evan  hansen

what’s  a  subject  you  know  too  much  about  +  never  get  tired  of  talking  about  ?  :  i  know  ...  far  too  much  ..  about  hannibal  (  both  show  and  tetralogy  )  ,  will  graham  as  a  character  ,  and  the  literary  references  and  analogies  made  about  him  ;  also  harry  osborn  across  mediums  (  from  the  films  ,  comics  ,  shows  ,  and  the  ps4  game  )  ;  for  your  sake  ,  i  would  say  do  not  get  me  started  ,  or  i  will  not  stop  myself  from  driving  you  nuts  <3

[stardustluvs]

I NEED MORE NOLAN !!! I LOVE HIS FUNNY BUTT 😭 You’re the only one who’s writing about him.

Cuddles - Nolan Hansen (Headcanons)

Pairing: Nolan x fem!Reader

Summary: Nolan’s a cuddly guy, have some headcanons!

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I appreciate that people are actually requesting Nolan stuff! I strive to be the Nolan blog! He’s my baby and I love him. This was once again pushed to the front of my requests.

Requests are open! || masterlist

His love language is physical touch

He tends to be tired like a lot, so he’s always leaning against you somehow

As much as he likes cuddling you, he likes being cuddled just as much

He’ll rest his head on your chest just to be able to hear your heart

Buries his face in your neck omfg

Melts if you run your hand through his hair

If you guys are having like a cute little moment, he’d definitely try to just make you laugh out of nowhere

Loves hearing your laugh, especially if you guys are being all soft and quiet

Absolutely lives for romantic and soft moments

Mumbles when he gets tired because he can’t form complete thoughts

“Y/N, I just. I…love you…y’know?” “I love you too.”

He just wants to snuggle you as he falls asleep

Has you guys wrapped up in a big blanket together

You’re not allowed to get up until he says so

He’s either a literal heater or an ice box

There is no in between

“Why the fuck are you freezing?” “Because I need you to warm me up.”

Likes keeping his arm over your waist when he cuddles you

He’d randomly hug you or cling to you in front of his friends

He needs them to know how much he loves you

Hugs from behind and he just rests his head on yours or he’d kiss your cheek omg

Whispers to you while you guys cuddle

A lot of the time he isn’t actually saying anything important and is just trying to make you laugh

[stardustluvs]

hi, me again... I'm sorry but I need Nolan (I fell in love with your writing, please don't be mad at me)

I have one more idea for Nolan.

Let's go..... Nolan is participating in a video and has to win the challenge. But he gets hurt (nothing too bad) after getting hurt he keeps begging them to call his girlfriend, he needs her by his side

kiss it better || n.h.

Word Count:

Pairing: Nolan Hansen x fem!Reader

Summary: What the req says

Warnings: Slight injury(?), Mention of blood (not a lot)

Author’s Note: Changing up how I’m styling the title of my fics slightly! I wrote this instead of sleeping. Also, thank you anon for the request! I appreciate you! Also most of my fics are set in the older style of MrBeast videos as opposed to the newer ones just because I miss when it was his friends competing instead of random people LOL Also I know I haven’t posted a fic in two weeks, shhh…

Requests are open! || masterlist

Everything was going smoothly, he’d spent a lof of time in preparation for this upcoming video, a challenge whereas to win, a sort obstacle course race must be completed. Nolan completely understood the challenge he was faced with, though he may have underestimated the difficulty of it.

Upon looking at the race in person, he could see it would give him a plethora of challenges and problems. It also looked overwhelming, slightly dangerous. Jimmy spent a lot of time already reassuring him and the rest of their friends it would be fine and if God forbid something did happen, they'd be able to safely resolve the issue.

You would've gone to watch Nolan compete, you normally did, except this time you had plans that you needed to get done, having put them off for months now. You could easily expect a few updates from Nolan throughout the day though, he was constantly checking in.

The first part of the course was easy. He just had to not fall and get to the other side. Among him and his friends, everyone was able to make it easily, a few sly remarks from Kris and Karl, but Nolan knew it was all in good fun.

The second part seemed much more terrifying than the first, it looked harder too.

This course was longer, and it consisted of having to run, dodge, and balance at multiple areas.

He didn't get a lot of time to process what he had been looking at when Jimmy called out saying it was time to go.

He started out strong, actually, he was quite far in the lead compared to the rest of the group.

Karl was a close second, calling out to him and making joking banter towards Nolan. That was however, when things started to take a turn for the worst.

Nolan's foot caught against a bit of the course where the ground came up, causing him to trip. At first glance you'd assume he'd have been able to get up and carry on, no big deal. However as he fell, his knee scraped one of the nearby obstacles, sharp enough to break skin, even through the material of his pants.

Immediately he sat up, clutching his knee. He held back curse words and bit down on his lip to try to mask the pain.

Karl saw him first and immediately rushed over towards him.

"Woah- Hey, are you okay?" Karl urged.

Nolan just shook his head, moving his hands to see how bad the cut was. It wasn't so deep he would need immediate medical attention, however it was deep enough to form a nasty cut, and draw a decent amount of blood.

"Jimmy- Hey we need to stop, Nolan's hurt," Karl called over.

Jimmy wasted no time on listening to Karl, putting everything about the video on the back burner. He rushed over to where Nolan was sat on the ground. A few people from around set had rushed over with first aid supplies, being more than prepared for the incident.

"Can someone call Y/N?" Nolan asked to no one in particular. He allowed the people who rushed over to help clean up his knee, wincing a little at the pain from all the movement.

"Yeah- yeah, I'll give Y/N a call," Kris reassured, pulling out her phone and moving quickly to get to her contacts list.

Meanwhile, you had been sat in your car, parked in front of the grocery store. You had been scrolling through your phone momentarily before getting a call from... Kris?

It was odd, and you wondered why she would be calling if she was meant to be filming with everyone right now.

You answered, a little worried and concerned.

"Hello?" You asked as you pressed the phone to your ear.

"Hey, Y/N, can you come to the set right now?"

"Uhm, I'm a little busy, why? Is everything okay?" You asked, concern filling your voice more and more as you wondered what the issue was.

"Nolan's hurt- He's okay, he didn't like break anything or anything like that, but he fell, and his knee's kind of fucked up now," Kris explained, hurrying to tell you that he was okay, knowing you would worry.

"He asked for someone to call you," She added.

"Okay, oh my God, thanks Kris, I'm on my way," You said, ending the call and putting your phone away.

You sighed, knowing that it was probably going to be okay, you reminded yourself that Kris told you Nolan didn’t break anything and was okay except for the fact he got hurt. You were about fifteen minutes out from where the set was, and you could only do so much to get there quickly with all the traffic.

Back at the shoot, a medical team continued to try and get the bleeding to stop. It was slowing down…slowly, and it hurt like hell.

“Did you call Y/N?” He asked Kris when he saw her show back up beside him.

“Yeah, she’s coming,” She replied.

The reassurance that fell over his body at the news you were on your way was visible to anyone who paid attention. It was no secret that he was extremely dependent on you, and that was fine, it wasn’t like you minded him clinging to you any time something happened. It was cute.

When you got there, the first person you saw was Jimmy, who greeted you and was immediately guiding you over to where Nolan was.

It looked…worse than what you imagined in your head, which made you panic slightly, seeing all these medical professionals around your boyfriend. It seemed excessive.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked him, sitting down beside him.

Immediately he pulled you into a hug, wincing slightly when he had to move his leg.

“What happened?” You asked him.

“I fell, cut my knee pretty bad,” He replied.

“We’ll go home as soon as they’re done, okay?”

He was about to object, saying he wanted to continue the video, but before he could, his friends all seemed to agree that was for the best.

You waited with him, allowing him to rest his head against yours while the medical team seemed to finally be finishing up after what felt like ages.

They explained that he may have a bit of a difficulty walking since the cut was pretty nasty, but it should heal up in no time, which you thanked God for.

“Ready?” You asked him, starting to stand up as you reached your hand down to help him up.

He nodded, grabbing your hand. You helped him up the best you could. He inhaled sharply at the slight pressure being put onto his knee.

You allowed him to use you to lean on and help balance, saying goodbye to everyone and getting to your car.

“Thanks for coming so quickly,” He thanked you.

You shook your head, “Why are you thanking me for that?”

“Because I know you were busy today is all,” He said, shrugging a little.

“Never busy if you’re hurt,” You smiled softly, leaning over and kissing him gently.

[stardustluvs]

Somnophilia - Karl X Nolan

MDNI || KINKTOBER

Word Count:

Pairing: Karl Jacobs x Nolan Hansen

Summary: Karl can't get enough of Nolan, even going as far as to ask him to fuck him while he's asleep.

Warnings: NSFW, Consensual sleep sex

Author's Note: Kinktober has genuinely been so much fun. Here's more of my faves! Sorry this is so late btw omfg

Requests are open! || masterlist || kinktober m.list

Since the pair had gotten together, sex had been a very important part of their relationship. As of recently, however, they became less and less available for their usual routine. Their jobs as social media influencers became much more demanding, always needing to record this or that.

It was frustrating, to say the least.

It also didn't really help that neither really had time to take care of their own needs even by themselves.

Actually, Karl isn't sure he can really remember the last time he and Nolan had alone time where they could have sex. The only time they were alone anymore is when they were asleep...

Maybe that's why he had the idea. He was currently sitting in bed, Nolan facing him as he tried to explain this idea that he had come up with...well, heard online somewhere.

"So, a bracelet that tells me you want me to fuck you while you sleep?" Nolan asked, looking down at said bracelet. It was nothing more than a simple bracelet you could get at just about any store, yet it felt like so much more than that.

"Yeah, so, whenever I wear it, if you want to, you can like...fuck me in my sleep," Karl explained once more.

"If you're not comfortable with that though, I get it," He added.

Nolan shook his head, offering a small laugh afterwards.

"No, I just didn't think this was something you would be interested in is all," He shrugged.

"So, you wanna?" Karl asked.

"Yeah, I think it could be fun. Besides, I feel like we barely even see each other as is," Nolan agreed.

That night as they got ready for bed, Karl made it a point to put the bracelet on his wrist, signifying his consent to Nolan.

Karl curled up next to his boyfriend as the two watched whatever had been thrown on tv. Neither were really paying attention to it though.

“You tired?” Nolan asked him, hardly able to take his eyes away from his boyfriend’s wrist.

That goddamn bracelet.

Honestly, just thinking about what would happen tonight was enough to work him up.

“Think so,” Karl yawned a little, moving his hand up to cover his mouth, practically flashing the bracelet in front of Nolan’s eyes.

It felt like such a teasing act.

Maybe it was a teasing act.

Karl seemed to drift off to sleep so easily. Nolan wasn’t usually the type to carry such lustful thoughts, and yet here he was.

Normally he would’ve fallen asleep shortly after Karl had, cuddling him or kissing his head gently. Tonight, though. Tonight was different.

Time passed slowly, Nolan knowing he had the opportunity to fuck Karl whenever he wished, yet so unsure of himself too. The more he thought about, the more his body seemed to react. He knew he wanted it. He knew Karl wanted it too, that’s what that damn bracelet was for.

Nolan decided he couldn’t take it anymore, his dick having gotten incredibly hard at just the thought of fucking Karl right now, interrupting his sleep for sex.

He rolled Karl over to his side, allowing himself to have easier access to his boyfriend’s ass. He grabbed onto one of Karl’s hips and pressed his clothed hard-on against Karl’s ass, grinding against him.

He tried his best to be quiet as to not wake Karl, at least not yet, but the challenge of that was almost as arousing as the situation itself.

The only thing separating the two of them were each of their boxers, the thin fabric not giving as much friction as Nolan would have appreciated.

He shuffled his boxers down just enough to expose his cock, moving his hand to touch himself, stroking it slowly.

He wondered if Karl would be able to sleep through it or if he’d wake up, a confused and moaning mess all because of him.

It was an experiment worth testing.

Nolan pulled Karl’s boxers down, caressing his ass with his hands, unable to stop himself from just touching him.

He saw the butt-plug nearly immediately.

How sweet of him to plan ahead.

Nolan turned to grab the lube from his nightstand, gathering some on his hand before coating his dick in it, wanting this to go as smoothly as possible.

He lined himself up with Karl’s hole, pushing himself in very slowly.

He would’ve been gentle regardless, but this time felt like so much more given the situation.

Karl mumbled a little bit in his sleep, Nolan almost figuring he would wake up already. When he fell back into his sleep, Nolan took that as the okay to start moving.

It was definitely a much different experience compared to having sex normally, but he was enjoying it nonetheless.

Nolan pulled out a little just to push back in, setting a steady pace. He had to bite down on his lip to stifle any of his own noises.

He sped up a little, unable to help himself as the reality of this was just too good to actually accept as true.

“Mmf-fuck,” He sighed under his breath as he continued to fuck his sleeping boyfriend.

Karl stirred a little bit in his sleep, and Nolan should have taken this as a sign to wait for him to show signs of still being asleep, but he couldn’t. He felt so close and stopping now would’ve been nothing but torture.

Karl let out soft whimpers in his sleep, and Nolan loved every second of it.

“Pls…Nol’ more…” Karl whined out, just barely awake.

Nolan did as he was asked and fucked into Karl a bit faster, harder. His fingers dug into Karl’s waist.

Karl’s eyes were practically glued shut from all the pleasure, and nothing but moans escaped his lips along with a mixture of the other’s name.

“God, ‘m gonna cum,” Karl whined.

“Go ahead, cum for me,” Nolan told him.

Not long after, Karl came, releasing inside his boxers as Nolan came inside of him.

They finished out their highs before Nolan pulled out, collapsing against the bed again.

He would’ve said something, but Karl had already fallen back to sleep.

Nolan cleaned the both of them up as best he could, leaving the rest for morning.

Thank god for that damn bracelet.

[luv4georgie]

moth to a flame.

Lando Norris x fem!medic!fwb!reader

in which formula one star, Lando Norris, suddenly feels light headed during an interview… or does he? he comes up to his favourite fwb who is McLaren’s medic, Y/n Y/l/n, and asks for a little help.

warnings: smut!!, just barley voyeurism, jealous ass reader, fluffy aswell

prompts 16 and 17- “jealous much?” and “don’t cover your mouth, i wanna hear you”

“he seems like he’s good for you”

it was a Friday and Lando was talking to this interviewer about how it went. he was saying he was quite happy and that he was ready for qualifying tomorrow. what he didn’t seem to notice was that the interviewer was getting a little but too close for someone’s liking. someone’s liking being mine. i was a medic for McLaren and i was watching from a-far, watching Lando. every minute or so he would eye me as-well. minutes went by and the interviewer kept getting close and i was kept getting jealous.

about 5 minutes passed and Lando’s smug smile was wiped off and he had a hand of his head, his middle finger and thumb on either temple. my brows furrowed and watched as he said something to the interviewer with his eyes squinted. she nodded and touched his arm before saying goodbye. i didn’t even notice Lando was walking over to me until he spoke “my head really hurts” he said vaguely grinning. i didn’t realise it so i brought him to the little room with my name on it and sat him down. before i sat down myself i felt strong hands on my waist. i looked down at Lando and he was smirking up at me. “jealous much?” he questioned. “i saw you, getting all worked up over me talking to another girl” he said again. “well, what you didn’t seem to notice is that she was getting rather close to you” “oh i noticed baby” he argued back.

my jaw clenched “well than why didn’t you do something!?” i said, almost shouting. he just smiled even wider, amused by my clear annoyance. “because i love seeing you get all aroused” he spoke. my face dropped and that’s when i felt it. the wet spot on my underwear grew. Lando just smiled impossibly wider and my cheeks heated up. he patted his lap “sit down sweet” i did as he said. i swung my leg over one of his and straddled his hips. he moved his hands from my waist down to my ass and rested them there. my eyes fluttered shut to the feeling of his hard-on against me. i slowly started to rock myself back and forth on him. the friction of my pants against him was enough to get me going. “shit” we both whispered.

we carried on like that for a few seconds until he told me to get up, in which i did. as i stood up, Lando’s hands slowly crept up from where they were in place, which was on my arse, and up to the hem of my grey joggers. he pulled them back and let go. he then pulled my pants down to my ankles and let me step out of them. his eyes widened and i blushed “you’re so wet already baby” he said as he ran his fingers down my stomach and over my clothed core. i moaned at the feeling, wanting more. he smirked. Lando then removed his fingers from their place and hooked them around the hem of my panties. he pulled them down in a swift, quick motion.

“it’s unfair” i said in a huff, crossing my arms. “what is darling?” “you’ve still got your clothes on” my eyebrows furrowed and my lips turned down ever so slightly. he chuckled and pulled his McLaren hoodie off of himself, revealing his bare chest. he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off which continued to reveal his black boxers, which had a rather large tent in them. i smiled at the sight and he stood up backing me up into a wall, taking my shirt off during the process. when he did that my flattering black bra was on show. he instantly looked up at me, i nodded giving consent, and brought his hands up to my boobs to massage them. i moaned and threw my head back at the feeling, a fluttering warmth in my stomach as Lando did so. he reached around to my back and unclipped my bra, letting it fall.

Lando moaned into my neck as he kissed it and slowly trailed his kisses down my collarbone and into my cleavage. my eyes rolled to the back of my head as i felt him kiss my right boob and then my left. his fingers went back down to my pussy and circled my clit a few times, before running his fingers up and down my slit. i moaned again at this. “please Lan i need you i-inside of me” i pouted. “to be fair i don’t think i can hold on any longer baby” he responded. Lando pulled down his boxers just enough to free is cock. “even bigger than i remember” i said, smirking. it had been quite a while since we last fucked. and no we aren’t together or anything, just work friends with benefits!

he snaked his arms around my waist and ran his hands down to the back of my thighs, where he tapped gently to let me know to jump up which i did. that earned a small grunt from the both of us. Lando then proceeded to be a dickhead and tease me even more. after, bare in mind, he said that he couldn’t wait any longer. i groaned and slapped his shoulder playfully. he chuckled and grabbed a-hold of his cock and guided it to where i needed him most. with one swift, slow thrust he was inside of me. he let me adjust like it was the first time and after a few seconds he got himself going, all the while holding me against the wall. i covered my mouth trying to cover up the rather loud moan i could feel bubbling deep within my throat but “don’t cover your mouth,pretty, i want to here you” was all Lando could manage. so i did. i let him here me, maybe the whole of the McLaren team heard me i was that loud. “that’s what i like to hear” Lando said deeply.

then he started really moving. it was euphoric. i felt like i was high it was that good. it was like everything was moving in slow-motion. from the way my head threw back to the way Lando pressed open-mouthed kisses to my neck. butterflies were in my stomach and i couldn’t control myself. Lando was thrusting in and out of me at an ungodly speed trying to get us both off. he groaned “fuck Y/n/n” then i started whimpering and looked Lando in the eyes. mine started to prick with tears. “oh i know baby, i know” he whispered lightly in my ear. he groaned and i whimpered and that’s when it really felt ethereal. it was like we were both floating on a massive cloud. Lando pushed down on my stomach and my head threw back so quick i could’ve broken my neck. then we both did it was the same time, we orgasmed together, something everyone loved to do. him inside of me and me on his dick. a string of moans and swear words came out the both of us. my body spasmed, which was still being held up against the wall my Lando. the orgasm lasted a minute or two and after that he thrusted a few more times, trying his best not to drive me into overstimulation.

“that. was. amazing” Lando said between kisses on my lips. i just smiled woozily and let my body go limp. he giggled breathlessly and kisses my temple. “cmon sweet, let’s get you cleaned up” he ripped a-bit of paper off of the paper towel roll and ran it under the sink. he cleaned me up and then himself. we sat down and held each-other for a few seconds, taking in the presence of the other that we both rarely see. “official?” Lando said. i hummed questionably, opening my eyes to look up at him while cocking my head to the right ever so slightly. “do you want to make it official? you and me, i mean” he answered my unspoken question. i smiled “yes” i whispered croakily. he smiled and pressed a kiss to my head until… “Lando!!” was heard from outside our little space.

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AUTHORS NOTE‼️‼️ i feel like this is so cute ALSO first smut ever 😝✌️hope you guys enjoyed <3

based of off the lovely @slytherinholland’s request!!! ❤️❤️

[luv4georgie]

i bet on losing dogs.

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

in which formula one star, Max Verstappen, and his girlfriend, Y/n L/n, decide to trauma dump on each-other instead of bottling it up for years.

bit of a reflection because i don’t know who to talk to my past about and all of this (from readers POV) is 1000% accurate so enjoy my sad childhood

warnings: trauma dump, @buse, manipulative mother, traumatic childhood

prompt list

“tell your baby, that i’m your baby.”

it was a normal Saturday for everyone else, but for Y/n and Max it was filled with trust, honesty and betrayal. i know you’re thinking ‘what a funny mix of words!’. true. but here’s what happened that night.

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it was winter/new years break for the world of Formula 1 and Max had just won his 3rd championship. Max and Y/n were thrilled of course, and the night of his championship was filled with a-lot of lust, if you know what i mean. it was a few weeks later and the couple lay soundly in their bed. Max was stroking Y/n’s hair and face and she fumbled with his fingers. they can’t remember where it first started but somehow they begun talking about their pasts. very traumatic to say the least. Max started with his. talking about the times when his father would get exceedingly angry at Max and the one time he left him at the gas station.

then it moved on to Y/n. she was scared to talk about it and almost backed out. but she knew max wouldn’t tell a soul. it started with when she was 5. “when i was 5 my mother was heavily pregnant with my younger brother. because my parents divorced a few months prior me and my older brother and sister went to my dads. one day my mum really didn’t want me to go to his and when he came to pick me up they were physically fighting over me.” she chuckled. “my dad had me by one arm and my mum had me by the other and were pulling me towards each-other. it was like one of those comedy films” she laughed but Max didn’t. “they were fighting and screaming over me on the drive way. i was scared but i got to my dads fine. a few months later i was at my mums and my younger brother had been born. i was upstairs playing with my monster high dolls and my mum was also upstairs, supposed to be looking after my brother. my older siblings were at my dads at the time. the gate at the top of the stairs wasn’t shut properly and my brother had crawled out of my mum’s room whilst she was watching TV.” Y/n’s face twisted with slight horror and sadness. “H-he fell down the stairs and i heard his cries and large thumps so i ran out my room to see what was going on, hoping my mother hadn’t of hit him. when i saw him lying at the bottom of the stairs i ran down and picked him up, i was struggling since i was only little, and i heard my mum follow me shortly after. she grabbed him from my arms and put him on the couch. thankfully he didn’t break anything or cut himself. i stared at my mum as she stormed towards me. she grabbed me by the arm and got up in my face shouting out about how it was my fault.” Y/n paused, tears welling up in her eyes as she remembered the horrific moment. “then she through me against the radiator. i was crying and scared not knowing why she did it. but i accepted it and let her be angry. the next day i woke up and she came and gave me a kiss. i was confused because i cried myself to sleep thinking she didn’t like me.”

Y/n finished her story with a tear going across her nose bridge due to her lying down and Max was surprised. they hugged all throughout that night sharing kisses and praises between each-other. they were the same, yet they were so different. alas, they were in love.

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sorry it’s so short. i just wanted to put something out here because i don’t want to not be posting anymore. i do NOT support anything that has happened in this fic and do not condone it. hope you all have a beautiful day or night. love you so much ❤️

[luv4georgie]

ooohh a number 16 and 18 angst with lando omggg pls.

(your writing is so amazing )

the scientist.

Lando Norris x fem!reader

in which formula one star, Lando Norris, and “girlfriend”, Y/n L/n, go through some complications after Y/n finds a-few things out.

warnings: toxicasf!Lando, cheating, allusions to death, mental death, crying, a-lot of swearing, FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS

prompt list

prompts 16 and 18 for angst- “it was a dare” and “why am i always your last option?”

“tell me you love me, come back and haunt me.”

i was sad. not even sad. more than that. Lando had broken up with me. 2 years gone to waste. 2 years of me loving him. 2 years all a lie. nobody said it was easy, fair enough, but no-one ever said it would be so hard. i could never fall in love again. i just couldn’t. it hurt so much. it still does. every-time i think of it, it feels like a dagger goes through my heart. was it me? was i the problem? why was i so hard to love?

it was a Saturday night when Lando decided to confess. confess the biggest lie of my and maybe, just maybe, his life. “it was a lie.” Lando said. me, still laughing and oblivious to what was happening, responded. “what?” i said still laughing, not turning to face the ‘love of my life’ yet. “everything Y/n/n” i turned to face him, a smile still on my face which quickly dropped seeing his overly serious expression. he had tears in his eyes and looked like he was cowering. “what’s everything Lan?” i questioned again. tears fell from his eyes, then i knew it was bad. “our relationship. my love for you.”

then it happened my stomach did 100 flips, my heart beat 1000x faster. some odd taste popped up in my mouth and before i knew it i was running to my bathroom, throwing up. Lando hadn’t moved from where he was standing. he was crying, letting his head hang low. once i finished being sick. i washed my mouth out and slowly made my way to the living room which looked into my kitchen, where Lando was. on wobbly legs i walked up to him around 3 feet away from him. now i get it. now i get why he never wanted to move in with me. i get why he acted weird and always rejected my love around his stupid friends.

me and Lando was at the club with a few of his friends. he had cheated. i know he did. i didn’t leave though i stayed there. he didn’t bother touching me around his friends. he never has really. i watched Lando dance, grind and kiss on another girl. i was shocked but to drunk to care. i was upset nonetheless but just couldn’t wrap my head around it. i watched as he did the same with 3 other beautiful girls. that’s when i had enough. “Lando!” i shouted. i grabbed his wrist, told him he’s had a-lot of drinks and that he should slow down but he waved me off. offended i scoffed and ignored him. “a bit clingy, ay” i heard Max shout. “yeah, she’s always all over me it’s weird” Lando responded. my eyes widened and i shoved him out of my way and made my way to the the exit. “fucking move” some random man said. “shut up dumbass” i retorted.

“what did you just fucking say?” he said, pushing me really aggressively into another girl, one of the girls Lando was dancing with, who gave me the dirtiest look ever. i tried to say sorry but she slapped me. all i heard was one word getting chanted around ‘fight’. a circle formed around us both. i kept dodging her punches but still took a few. i didn’t hit her back. i didn’t want to. i couldn’t. suddenly i saw a familiar pair of arms wrap around the girls waist, who i found out to be called Chelsea. it was Lando. grabbing onto her waist and carrying her out of the exit. i scoffed again. tears pricked my eyes and i was so annoyed. i was that angry and pissed off i cried. i ran out of the exit and accidentally bumped into a wall-like chest. Lando. “where are you going?” he asked. i didn’t answer just wriggled out of his grasp and ran to the corner of some steps i saw earlier. he followed me. “why am i always your last option Lando? why? i’m your girlfriend, yet you help someone you met 10 minutes ago and comfort them. i don’t get it”. Lando being Lando told me i was overreacting, called an uber and took us both home.

“why are you fucking crying Lando?” i whispered. “you don’t get to fucking cry!” i shouted this time. tears stung my eyes and more fell from his. he dropped to his knees and cried pathetically. i just stared at him in disgust. “you’re fucking sick Lando” i said, my voice broken and wrecked. “sick. i can’t believe it. am i a joke? why am i so fucking hard to love?” i cried. “please baby, i’m sorry, it was a stupid dare and i laughed and did it” he begged. “you laughed at me? you fucking laughed at the idea of asking me to be your girlfriend. you knock me fucking sick Lando. fucking sick.” i cried and cried. he wouldn’t shut up, even after i told him to get out, he didn’t. he just kept saying sorry and please. i didn’t get it. am i that fucking hard to love. that’s when my life ended. everything inside of me died that night, even if i was physically there, i died.

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AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is really short, i’m literally just reflecting on my last relationship with this because most of this is a true story in my life but a-lot less worse, that ex hurt me in every-way possible and as we know Lando would never do something like that so please don’t say i have said he would. thank you. and thank you for all your support recently ❤️❤️

[luv4georgie]

“does he make you laugh?”

ex!Charles Leclerc x ex!reader

in which formula one star, Charles Leclerc and his ex, Y/n Y/l/n, visit each other to try and resolve their break-up after months of no contact but little does Charles know, she has already moved on.

based of off that one tiktok sound… “does he make you laugh?” “he doesn’t make me cry.”

warning: angst, toxic!Charlie (kinda), shouting, implied cheating, toxic relationships, moving on (it hurts so much), swearing, flashbacks are in bold italics

“but how we moved from A to B? it can’t be up to me”

i was strolling along the sunny streets of Monaco with my boyfriend, Matt. we had gone there on vacation, although i told him it wouldn’t be a good idea, he still took me. we had fun anyways. he rented out a small house in Monte Carlo. it had a beautiful back-garden with a pool. a wonderful little kitchen, a cosy living room and one bedroom with a double bed. however the house was extremely close to a certain someone i tried to forget.

“but Charles you don’t fucking get it!” i shouted from across the kitchen. “what do you mean i don’t fucking get it?! you went out, without my permission, and got shit-faced drunk without even telling me!” my boyfriend, Charles, shouted back at me. tears were streaming down my face at this point, due to the amount of him screaming at me. and if i was going to be fully honest i wasn’t even “shit-faced” drunk, i had about 3 or 4 drinks with my friends and i was on my merry way back home to him. it was a rainy night, fair enough, but i still called him to pick me up. he probably wasn’t doing anything anyway. probably just sitting there on his arse watching TV. i was scared and upset. yeah, he shouted at me sometimes, but never like this. never. never this loud. never this aggressive. but this time it was exactly those things.

me and Matt had just walked out of a shop and went back to the small air bnb. as soon as he got in he flopped on the bed and, right as his head hit the pillow, he was out. i was hungry so i went into the little kitchen and opened the fridge, to which i found myself staring at a half-full milk carton and a banana. i ran upstairs, into the bedroom and shook Matt carefully. “i’m gonna get some food babe, i’ll be back soon” i whispered into his ear. he just hummed. i kissed his cheek and was off.

hour time skip…

as i turned the corner of one of the food aisles in the small shop i bumped into a rather hard chest. “jesus, sorry” the Monegasque accented voice said. oh shit, i could recognise that voice anywhere. i looked up already on the brink of crying. “oh, Y/n” the person, Charles, smiled. “hi” he said, almost breathlessly. “hi” i responded. and about 15 minutes later, we found ourselves sat across from each-other in a small café. “so,” he started. “how’s it going with you and… uh… Matt? is it?” he finished. “good” i replied dryly. he just let out a breathy chuckle. i looked up at him without moving my head, as i was staring down at the coffee in-front of me. “why are you in Monaco?” he asked. “he wanted to go on a little holiday for summer break, why are you in Monaco?” i copied. “summer break” a laugh escaped his lips.

“i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you… but it’s something.” “oh please Charles, don’t act like you don’t go out every night and rail some random blondie you met in a club” Charles scoffed. “you don’t know what the fuck your talking about.” “come on Charles. i know exactly what i’m talking about… i mean, jesus, isn’t it obvious, you’re so desperate” i had it with Charles. i got drunk and kissed a guy. just to feel something again. he hadn’t touched me in weeks, months even. and if anything, i was the desperate one. i wanted to be touched so bad. i was practically touch starved. and it hurt.

i don’t know why Charles was being so nice now. he never was back then. and i don’t know why the first thing he asked when we sat down was about Matt. he better not had been fucking jealous or i would have to rip his head off of his fucking shou- “you seem so sad Y/n” yeah. no shit sherlock. “does he treat you right?” better than you ever did. “does he make you laugh?” he said. i actually had the courage to answer this question. “he doesn’t make me cry.” i responded. his eyebrows dropped and his eyes welled up with tears. why was he fucking crying? his bottom lip wobbled and he frowned. then tears fell. he had no right to be crying. he made me feel like shit every single second i was with him. but i stayed. because i loved him.

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oh how love hurts. sorry for not posting that Lando shit yet guys i’m still thinkin’. but anyways hope you guys enjoyed this lil fic. cya mi cariños!!!

[luv4georgie]

ooh that prompt list is lowkey 🔥🔥

can i get a (squinting like im trying to order fast food) number 14 angst? it can be with any sauce (driver)

my kind of woman.

Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which formula one star, Oscar Piastri, and girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, get into a fight over something extremely stupid.

warnings: FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS, extremely slightly toxic, shouting, mentions of Gods torture to woman because of what Eve did 🙄🙄, swearing!!!

prompt 14 on angst- “just… lay down with me”

“your my, my, my, kinda woman”

“don’t even bother coming Y/n” was the last words that came out of Oscar’s mouth. he’s called me shortened version of my name during an argument before but never my full name. my face dropped and my stomach sunk to my feet when i heard my boyfriend say my full name. that’s when i instantly thought it was my fault. Oscar was off to the Australian Grand Prix after the ‘fight’ happened. it wasn’t physical or anything just really verbal. i was scared of him. i couldn’t tell if he could tell i was. he really shouted. i don’t know why. i was on my period, which made things 10x worse. as soon as i heard the hotel door slam shut, i burst into sobs.

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“Oscarr” i sung, skipping over to my boyfriend. it was day 3 of my period and i was in a pretty good mood because i hadn’t got any cramps today. it was around 7-8am and i wasn’t tired for some reason. “what” my boyfriend, Oscar, responded to me. i flinched slightly, but brushed it off and smiled. i wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind him. he was sitting on the hotel couch with a coffee sat on the table in-front of him, going cold. i kissed his temple but instead of doing something nice in return, he grabbed my arms and shoved me off of him. i let out a quiet ‘oh’ as i felt a pang in my chest. “oh” he mocked in a weird, lazy tone. i just narrowed my eyes at him. “sorry?” i said, making sure i heard him right. “oh shush Y/n”. he rarely uses my full name on me so it was clearly serious.

“what’s wrong Osc?” i asked. “oh my god” he whispered to himself. i stepped back in disgust at my boyfriends new attitude. he turned his head around to face me “i told you to shush? didn’t you fucking here me?” he said a little but louder this time. “but i was just trying to find out what’s u-” i started. then he got up and really shouted. what had him in such a bad mood this morning? tears pricked my eyes as he shouted all horrible words at me. “O-Osc-” “no Y/n, i don’t want to fucking hear it”. i was really upset. i hadn’t done anything. have i? then i heard him mumble under his breath. ‘stupid bitch’ “Oscar what the fuck?!” i whisper-shouted, due to my tears getting in the way of everything. “you heard me.” he said. then i cried. “jesus christ… here you go with fucking crying” he says, throwing his hands in the air and letting them smack back down by his sides. making me flinch hard. he didn’t even care. “don’t even bother coming Y/n”

(hours later…)

my face was buried in the hotel pillows. i was trying to sleep but i couldn’t i just laid there, face down blankly. my cheeks were stained with tears. but i didn’t care. i just sat there for hours, rethinking and trying to figure out what i had done wrong that morning. until i heard the front door open, a bag drop and light footsteps coming towards the door. “hi baby” was what i heard. hi baby? the fucking audacity this man has to scream in my face and come back to say ‘hi baby’?? after not getting a response, Oscar walked over to the bed, took of his shoes, tried to touch my leg in a form of comfort but i just shook him off of me. he sat on the bed for a few seconds, most likely watching to see if i would respond. after still no reply he got up and turned the shower on. he was probably sweaty anyways. after a few minutes (because whoever wrote this, oh me, is lazy asf) Oscar came out the shower and put a pair of sweats on and a hoodie.

i felt the bed dip beside me and a hand went on my lower back. “are you okay?” he said. i just got up, grabbed a pillow and went to the couch. Oscar shouted after me “Y/n/n!”. still no response. he followed me out the room and to the couch. “what’s up sweetheart?” he asked. “what’s up? what’s fucking up? what do you mean Oscar? you fucking screamed at me this morning and now your trying to see what’s up?” i finally confronted him. he squinted his eyes at himself and once he finally remembered everything he ran a hand over his face. “i’m so sorry about that, my love, i was just really tired” “that’s not an excuse to shout at me Oscar, i was really upset” i whimpered. he just had a-lot of sympathy in his eyes and left me there, sitting on the rather uncomfortable couch.

after minutes that felt like hours, i got up and went to the bedroom me and Oscar had set in. i cracked the door open slightly. “Osc?” i whispered. “yes?” he replied. “can i sleep in here? i’m sorry i tried to sleep on the couch”. even in the dark i could tell Oscar was smiling. “please, just… come and lie down with me, i want to hold you” so that’s just what i did. “i love you Y/n/n, so much and i’m sorry i lashed out on you like that. it wasn’t okay and i will do everything in my power to make sure it will never ever happen again. im so so sorry and i love you so so much” “i love you too koala” we both giggled and lay there, holding, kissing and touching each-other. not sexually. just like we had been touched starved our whole lives and we just wanted human contact. i love him and i trust he wouldn’t do it again.

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AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is short :( it’s midnight after all and i have an assignment due at 9 that i haven’t actually done so i will 1000000% be doing that… AFTER I DO SOME OTHER REQUESTS 🥳🥳 don’t worry its not an assignment that matters. i’m already trained in Marine Biology (my dream job!!) and can’t wait to pursue my career!!!

[luv4georgie]

this is what makes us girls.

slightly toxic!Daniel Ricciardo x female!reader

in which formula one star, Daniel Ricciardo, and his girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, go to a party to celebrate one of his 2024 wins (pretend) and drunk Daniel doesn’t realise he isn’t dancing with dear Y/n.

warnings: smoking, mean!Danny for a-bit, shouting (kinda), crying, fluffy towards the end (also kinda gaslighty?!)

NOT FROM READER NOR DANIEL’S PERSPECTIVE IT IS FROM A RANDOM GIRL!!!

“then she starts to cry, mascara running down her little bambi eyes”

it was pretty late. around 11pm, i’d say. i had been invited to this party by one of my friends, Y/n, you see… her boyfriend is a Formula One driver for… hm? i forgot the name but it is quite a long one. ah! Visa Cash App RB Formula One team. but let’s just call it.. RB for now.

as i was saying… it was late. around 11pm. i was looking for said driver and couldn’t really find him i just assumed he was somewhere in the middle of the massive crowd dancing with Y/n. i was wrong. sort of? he was dancing. in the middle of the crowd. but… not with Y/n. with a different girl. she was blonde and tall, around the same height as Daniel, and Y/n on the other hand was not. she was short and had (your/hair/colour) hair.

as i watched them dance -from the top of the balcony- in rhythm my eyes trailed along the people and spotted Y/n… she was standing there, absolutely furious. her eyes were glossy. she said something that i couldn’t hear nor read but i could tell she was talking to herself and her voice was shaky. she stood there watching. her bottom lip trembled and she left…

my eyes followed her as she ran out of the front door, her silky white dress flowing around her and her tight curls bouncing as she did so. a few seconds after she ran off i decided to go and find her. i walked, but quickly, down the stairs. “hey have you seen Y/n?” a thick Australian accent sounded in my ears. i just rolled my eyes and walked out the door.

i pulled my cigarettes and lighter out of my bra, lit one, took my heels off and put them down somewhere. i smoked and walked down the sandy path. i saw a girl. sat there. white silky dress. tight (your/hair/colour) curls. Y/n. her knees were pulled up to her chest and her chin rested on them. “Y/n?” i said. she whipped her head around, clearly unaware i was there, and wiped her tears quickly.

“oh Lana” she sniffled and laughed slightly at the same time. i took my cigarette from between my lips and sat down next to her on the cold sand. “what’s up sweet?” i asked. she just smiled and i noticed the black streaks down her face. “not much” she answered. i gave her a pointed look and raised my eyebrows. “ya sure?” i asked again, handing her my cigarette and letting her take a puff, then a tear rolled down her face. she just broke down into sobs that could rip a heart open. “oh Y/n” i said and wrapped my arms around her.

“Lana how i hate those guys” she said sobbing still. i buried my face into her curly hair and it smelt nice. “Y/n!” we heard. we both turned around to see the tall Australian. my eyes hardened when i saw him and my upper lip lifted, into a disgusted look. suddenly Y/n got up taking her heels with her. “what do you want?” she asked sternly. “why did you leave?” he asked almost jokingly. “because of you! because of your stupid fucking friends! because of that stupid fucking blondie!” she shouted at him. “what are you talking about!” he said, the question almost rhetorical. he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“im sorry” he said and walked over to her. she just let him. Y/n looked up at him unsure. he gave her a soft look which told her he was really sorry. she just sort of fell into his arms and stayed there. he lifted her up, grabbing the back of her thighs in the process. then he just looked up at me with a grin that told me he was not sorry. i was angry. so angry. but she was happy. but i just want to get her out of this mess. but i couldn’t. she wouldn’t listen anyway. but… after all… that’s what makes us girls.

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thanks for reading! ♥️

this is a-bit different to my other works but guys!! please tell me if you like it and sorry this whole story barley even makes sense.

[luv4georgie]

101 dalmatians.

unknown!Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which here are a few special moments between young married couple, Oscar Piastri, Y/n Y/l/n and their dogs, Pongo and Perdita.

prompt list

warnings: fluff!!!

walkies. 1 (Pongo POV)

i lived in an old flat in London with my pet, Oscar. although Oscar was Australian we lived in London, he wanted to live here because he thought it was more ‘calming’ and it could be better to pursue his music. Oscar loves playing instruments and singing and writing songs. he wrote songs and lyrics about romance which he new absolutely nothing about. he was a rather handsome man in my case. i just don’t know why he couldn’t find such an attractive mate.

it was 11:00am and Oscar was playing away at the keys on his piano. by the look on poor Oscar’s face, it wasn’t going too well. i was laying on the couch near the window, my head slightly sticking out of it. my eyes wandered as i looked for a lovely young dog with a pet to soothe mine’s loneliness.

my eyes followed a small pug with her head stuck up, her pet looked the exact same. a too short couple, i thought but no, not for Oscar. next i saw a rather fancy breed, a poodle with her head held high, a beautiful trim and a pink bow sat on the neatly kept curls on her head, her pet looked unusually the same as well, nope not Oscar’s type. an old Shih Tzu with her pet, an extremely young Labrador with an extremely young pet. it was a problem, a real problem. but then… well! i do say. the most beautiful creature on four legs. a Dalmatian, just like me. now if only the girl… well! she’s very lovely too!

they were heading for Regent’s park, a perfect meeting place. oh… but Oscar never stops work until after 5, it’ll be to late. but what if… i took my snout and moved the hand over to 5:15. perfect! i barked until Oscar noticed me. i took my red leash in-between my teeth and barked once more. Oscar looked at me, then the clock, then at his watch. he stretched and groaned “after five already?” he asked himself. he changed the time on his watch and stood up. “well then Pongo boy, we best get going” he clasped my leash onto my collar and we were off.

i practically dragged Oscar down the stairs and out the door. i strode down the paths of Regents park, passing multiple dogs i had seen before. i was starting to lose hope. but then i found them. sitting on a bench in-front of a pond. i strode down the path in-front of the woman and her dog. the girl looked up at us a few times. Oscar sat on the grass. i needed to stir up some sort of attention. i took Oscar’s hat off of his head and placed it on the seat next to the pair. and for some odd reason, they left! i tried to follow but Oscar clipped the leash onto my collar. but u still dragged him away. ah-ha! there they were, once Oscar was on his feet, i wrapped my leash around the woman’s legs. they both fell in the water, but, they laughed, and that’s when i knew. they loved each-other and i loved Perdie.

Cruella De-Vil. 2 (Y/n POV)

i was sat on mine and Oscar’s shared couch. me and him were married for about 6 months now. Nanny, our house-keeper brought out our tea and some muffins. “thank you Nanny. Oscar dear! tea-time!” i shouted up to Oscar who was practicing the melody for his new song. it was a rather nice melody, but it just needed some lyrics. Oscar came down and danced around with Pongo, humming his song. my hand covered my mouth as i laughed. then we heard an all-familiar honk of a car. Cruella. Cruella and i went to school together, years ago but we were still friends.

it looked as though Oscar’s ears pricked up at the sound. “oh that must be Cruella. your dearly devoted old friend” Oscar smirked narrowing his eyes at me. he new how much of a self-obsessed person Cruella was. they despised eachother. “Cruella De-Vil. that’s it!” Oscar said again. my eyebrows bunched together. “Cruella De-Vil… Cruella De-Vil… if she doesn’t scare you” he started singing. jumping in-front of me as i headed for the window to see if it was really her. “no evil thing will!” he sung. “oh Oscar!” i said as i swatted his chest playfully. “to see her is to take a sudden… chill!” he carried on. as he sung i felt a finger run up my back and i shouted in surprise. “Cruella, Cruella De-Vil” he stopped, sneaking up to the attic to where he was practicing.

“let her in Nanny!” i shouted as Oscar played the melody loudly. before Nanny could open the door Cruella barged in and walked hurriedly to the living room. “Y/n darling!” she practically screamed. “hello Cruella” she wondered around the first floor of the small house. “where are they? for heaven’s sake where are they?” she shouted repeatedly. “who Cruella?” “the puppies of-course” “they’ll be at-least 3 weeks” i giggled. “would you like some tea?” i asked. “no darling! i’ve got to run! just tell me as soon as the puppies are here!” she boomed with her loud voice as she took off out the door. “goodbye” i said. i flopped down on the couch with a loud sigh. Oscar came down singing again. “you’re no help” i said as i pushed him out of my face, taking me with him.

Oscar spun me around as we danced to his song. we laughed and danced. then we just looked into each-other’s eyes as Pongo barked and jumped around with us. we backed up against a wall and Oscar snuggled his face into my cheek and kissed it. we giggled. “oh you really are an idiot” i chuckled. “i love you” he whispered. “i love you too” then we just stayed there for a few moments, smiling at each-other.

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should i do a part 2??? thanks for reading and sorry it’s so short!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[luv4georgie]

HEAR ME OUT…

teendad!Oscar Piastri/Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz or Daniel Ric… and no i’m not talking about them being a dad AS a teen, i’m talking about them being dad TO teens…

[luv4georgie]

tied to the night.

Lando Norris x OC

in which formula one star, Lando Norris, goes for a late night walk down a countryside road in Italy when he hears a rustle in the bushes. what will he do when he finds a eerie, glowing girl hiding her face?

warnings: the fact that Emilia Romagna isn’t very “countrysidey” and 𖤐 means switch of POV

“dream on, dear little child”

it was late in Italy. 1am to be exact. i had qualified 3rd in Emilia Romagna. it wasn’t bad at all but i was still scared. well, i just couldn’t shake the nerves off of me. i decided to go on a quick outing to tire me out. but, something took me to this place. this secluded little path down the countryside. suddenly i felt a sudden chill run through my blood. i saw a glowing white light and a movement. ‘what the hell was that?’ i asked myself, backing up to take myself back down the path and sprint back to my hotel room. but something stopped me. my feet wouldn’t move. i was stood there paralysed in shock as i saw what came out of the small bush. a girl. slightly shorter than me. dark hair. glowing, pale skin. ragged white clothes. and a white, lacy bow to tie some of her up.

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i wasn’t very good at hiding at night. but for some reason that’s the only time i can leave my burrow. if i go out past break of day or when the sun rises, i could disintegrate. my mothers words. i can’t sleep during the day. too many hunter rifles and too many strange creatures running into my burrow. i did not like it. i am looking for something to eat but i can not find anything. it is a quiet night and i am grateful. i am so tired, but so hungry. what was that noise? i heard as i emerged from out of the bush i was searching in. i thought it was a deer or maybe even a large mouse. but no. i was shocked to see a boy standing there. a terrified look on his face. i stared right back at him with the same expression. scared for my life too. he has tanned skin and curly brown hair. he looks so full of life, unlike me. but suddenly all the life drained from his face as he looked directly at mine. i covered my face with my cold hands. he was handsome. i was terrifying. i understood him for being so terror-stricken.

“u-uhm i-i” he stuttered. “i’m sorry” i squeak and try to take of running but end up falling at his feet. he tried to help me up but flinched at how cold i was. i whispered “i-i’m sorry” again. “n-no, it’s okay” he says. i know he is trying to recompose himself after the sudden fright. he lifts his hands to my wrists and pulls my hands from my face. i flinch and use my hair to cover it back up. “y-you shouldn’t b-be here” i whisper.

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“y-you shouldn’t b-be here” the girl stutters to me. ‘i don’t care’ i think. “are you hurt?” i ask. she shakes her head. i try to look at her face but she keeps turning away. “please look at me”. she slowly lifts her head up. revealing her dark eyes, pale face and puffy lips. “why do you glow?” i say. “i do not know”. we stand there in complete silence. “would you like me to take you home?” i request. “i-i’m hungry” she replies. “o-okay… uhm-” i search through my backpack just brought and find a packet of crisps and some water. she looks questionably at the crisps but chugs down the water without a second thought. “here-” i open the packet for her and she chows them down quickly. i had never seen someone eat like that. wiping her mouth with her cold wrist the girl smiles oddly at me. “erm- what’s your name?” i query. “Winifred. b-but call be Wini” “okay, Wini” she smiles that odd smile again.

there is something about this girl. something so eerie. so chilling. but she is not scary. not evil. she reacts like she is innocent and fragile. i don’t know who or what she is, but i know she is nice. just so… odd.

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AHH- sorry i don’t know what this is… just a new series i wanna start 😬 sorry guys :(