#not pictured... but bless him for feeding us

[rinnstars]

youre my world!

in which they accidentally reveal your relationship to the public (and confirms it)

bllk boys x reader (reo, nagi, rin, sae,): fluff, crack, pro-athletes bllk boys, drabbles, not proofread + likes n reblogs are appreciated!

reo mikage:

sometimes, contrary to what reo believes, he’s simply impulsive and childish in the face of love - excitedly posting a story of you and him at your favourite cafe, beaming at the way your hands merged with him so well - so well that he posted it to his main public account associated with both mikage corporation and his soccer career in manshine city where everyone witnessed it up for 12 hours before he wakes up to his PR calling him freaking out. to be honest, he thinks it shouldn’t be such a big deal right? its not as if the media hasn’t speculated over his relationship status for months now - from every little jewellery that fits perfectly onto his wrist, neck and fingers, from every visits to designer clothes store, to designer jewellery store, to designer shoe stores bringing out huge shopping bags that make his frame look petite in comparison, from every single photo he posts on his feed that they scruntised from the angle, to the place, to the clothes that seem to belong to a matching set somewhere somehow. its expected some thinks - he’s rich, he’s got a decent career, he’s charming both in looks and personality publicised in front of television for many to swoon over, there’s no way he isn’t taken just yet. but now, the focus that he’s so used to shifts to you, who’s only half a face is revealed but has gathered just as much attention a selfies he posts on social media at the request of his managers. and perhaps he now feels it - the jealousy that runs green at his heart as if its always been there tugging at the red muscle, and suddenly all he wants to do is to keep you in his treasure chest of things only he can have, keep you caged in his warm embrace like after practice forever, keep you safe away from the public side of the world that he’s practically born to face. but right at the same time, he wishes nothing more than to parade you in front of the world that he’s sure he loathes secretly in his heart, to share with the world of hte blessing that the world has given him in the bitter and harsh world, to express his love in the way he knows how to.

he thinks it was fate that he accidentally posted it on the wrong account, and who is he to go against the universe that have led you to him in this lifetime. and so, he posts a photo dump of you and him right on his main account - filled with pictures gathered and kept by him in his phone in a folder, whether that be a picture of you eating that sugary-sweet treat that he can still taste from the kiss he shared with you right after that photo, picture of you with him right after his first ever win in his career beaming ear-to-ear hat he looks at like its his lucky charm till this day, picture of you and him wearing that matching chikawa pajama at his apartment studying late into the night together for your finals together. and next time the reporter asks him, he doesn’t hesitate to profess his love of you to the world as though he’s waited his entire life to confess it out to the world.

nagi seishiro:

nagi seishiro is practically on the hunt list by paparazzis - infamously hard to capture on film not because of his bright white hair that seems to avoid flashes but rather that he rarely goes out of his apartment - and when he does, does the paparazzi goes crazy especially when he leaves his house on a blue moon, hands tangling with someone else’s. to him, it was just another day - dragged by you to go to wherever you want for the day that you surely deserve after sleeping over at his place for the past few days cramming for your assignments and whatnot in a quiet environment that just so happens to be his room whilst he lazes around in his bed playing his game with his earphones on glancing at you unbeknownst to you. it was supposed to be just another lunch date just like any others you’ve been with him, wearing whatever to go to your nearby cafe that practically recognises you and nagi and hides you at the corner booth where he first confessed to you out of pure impulse after seeing you chat excitedly about your interest with such passion he can’t help but feel his heart skip multiple beats at once. and yet here you both are giggling at the edits and theories his fans have came up with in defence against a dating rumour as you two lie on his bed, body practically melted together, limbs tangled with his — whether that be deeming you as his little sister that hes strangely close to, to deeming the photo as a breach of privacy, to deeming the photo as straight up edited. he thinks its sort of funny, isnt it clear you two are clearly together romantically? with his hands wrapped around yours that fits just right like a puzzle piece fitting into one another. his eyes glancing at you as though youre his entire world, his smile that rarely appears on his face as he listens to another of your passionate chats.

and he supposes he must be a pretty passive or straight up bad partner when on his next win, a reporter asks about you in such a demeaning and insulting way that ticks his brain the wrong way. he thinks its too much of a bother to get fired up, he thinks its useless to get all upset and red in the face, he thinks its only fools that let their emotion overtake them — yet its against that comment that he suddenly stands up that surprises his members, the reporters around and even the crowd, his mouth leaning onto the microphone that for the first time speaks of something other than mediocre and uninterested responses but the same passionate tone that he thinks you must be rubbing off him, announcing your relationship with him with nothing but love and pride in his voice. and maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t regret it and its no bother to defend you to the world - its you and him against the world anyways.

itoshi rin:

all of this started simply because of rin’s first win in the world cup - pulling at the promise ring attached to his necklace to kiss in celebration that went trending on social media. its not uncommon for football players to celebrate on field or have lucky charms - but for fans to see the logical and detached itoshi rin to indulge in such superstitious habits is unnerving, completely out of character of the cool and calm player that practically overwhelms the field completely. he doesn’t think much of it, youre his lucky charm anyways - every game he makes sure to kiss that polaroid of you that he took of you badly with your new digicam that is slightly blurry and slightly way too bright but he kisses that beam of yours anyways, every game he makes sure to hear that voice message of you wishing him luck in that cheery tone that just makes him replay it over and over until time is up and he practically runs out to the field for the game, and every game he makes sure to dedicate each and every step. kick, turn all to you. he doesn’t get why the reporters keep asking him the same old question - “are you dating someone?” the answer is obviously yes, but that doesn’t mean he can say it - whether it be due to his PR manager, whether that be due to not wanting the media in his personal life, whether that be simply to protect you from the spotlight. its irritating, standing under that spotlight as questions gets thrown at him again and again - all he can think about is you on the stand still waiting for him probably getting cold from the harsh and ruthless wind that your sweater might not be able to keep you warm despite it all, all he can think is the congratulationary kiss you give him after each game that melts both yours and his lips together that makes his entire face go uncharacteristically bright red and his eyes go wide, all he can think about is you so close to running off mid interview again like hes a spoiled child throwing a tantrum as the media described it just to see you a little earlier and spend a little more time with you rather than these irrelevant people. really, not even the harsh critics by the media and fans that compares him to a clone of his brother that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, not even his PR manager’s scoldings and nagging can deter him from running away from all of these to you, and hell hes sure not even if the world ended right in front him right now would he hesitate before running with all hes ever known, even faster than he runs during these matches to get to you, to at least kiss you once last time before you two turn into mash like those zombie movies that perhaps have gotten a little too into his head.

and he ticks his tongue again at that same question. are you dating someone? he sees you from the corner of his eye, walking away from the venue likely going to his car to get some warmth at least, and he cant stand to see you walk alone and so it leaves before he realises. “yes.” one word before he runs as though he’s back right into another life-or-death situation on the field. runs as though that is his only way of salvation, runs as though hes chasing after world - you. and its with you he thinks that he loses that logical and cold persona that everyone forces on him - because with you, hes just itoshi rin, your boyfriend and not any of the names the media and the world wants to throw on him whether positive of negative.

itoshi sae:

every time he goes back to japan, he swears his luck goes all the way down - first time where he goes home and finds out that his middle school had closed down where he went there the morning after, second time where he realises the convenience store he goes to closed down for the very week he was staying, and third time where he finds a photograph of him buying a ring for you going viral online. and he finds out when he sees you giggling hunched over on the other side of the red. his right side feels awfully ice cold without your arms wrapping around his body drooling in your sleep that he’s much more used to. if anything, he’s more surprised that youre awake - he doesn’t know what time it is, a stark contrast to him in spain that’s practically like a robot to the way he automatically wakes up at six on the dot and automatically does his exercise routine on auto pilot - all he knows is that its certainly too early for you to be leaving his side to laugh at god knows what. its only in your apartment that he gets to act all grumpy as though he’s back to been thirteen sleeping over at your house where he spends the night completely awake at your tight embrace on him as though he’s your plushie that’s now on the floor abandoned for his warmth and wakes up completely sleep-deprived that’s remedied by your bright grin. he doesn’t hesitate to turn a little to your side and snake his hands around your waist, his hands fitting right with your body, earning a flinch from you from his ice cold hands that contrasts with your warmth. its only then he realises his surprise has been completely spoiled - its not the only thing the media has pretty much put a dent in his life, constant comparison that drove a wedge deeper into him and his brother relationship, flip-flopping between praise and criticism of each and every of his gameplay on the field that makes him secretly doubt his own self that he doesn’t wish to admit, and now spoiling a surprise he was excited thinking of spending the two of your life together for the rest of eternity. your laugh clears any of the black cloudy joke that hazes over his mind with negative thoughts of self doubt, of insecurities, of irrational fear in your eyes, you don’t hesitate to hold him in your embrace, turning him back to his previous sleeping position - away from your phone, away from any distraction, away from the outside world. and he knows, he knows, even with that surprised spoiled, he’s sure you might just say yes to the diamond ring he still has kept in a dark red box right in his luggage tonight for a home-cooked dinner.

and he supposes he can give the media a glimpse of his life once in a while, playing the disappearance act for a few months as per usual before he posts a photo of you and him - draped in white cloth surrounded by white flowers with you and his friends and family at the side away from the camera, draped in jewelleries that he’s surprising not well-known to in the media that’s picky about the picture-perfect facade of itoshi sae that they have long decided on, draped in each others tugging at each other with nothing but love between both of you. in this world, its you and him whether or not with the media included or not, but he can’t help but to show you off to the world his angel can he?

[tonguetyd]

Alright I processed it over a couple times last night and low key want to do a line by line analysis bc there’s some deep stuff in ALL of this. But. Overall.

It is all of us. I am at fault. You are at fault. All of us are contributing to this man’s and these men’s suffering. Some more egregious than others and most not directly our fault and with no malicious intent.

It’s their Cobra. “Breaking down, and I got the whole world watching” and “as long as everybody gets paid, right? Everything’ll be ok, right?”

I think an overlooked part of the song is the very beginning, talking about being counted like sovereigns (I picture UK money with their royals printed on it) and payback and Prada - it’s quick and not as shocking as the real name line. But it’s the modern music industry machine. It’s RCA squeezing him to make profit.

Simply by observing and singing along while he’s crying and using this man’s pain as entertainment. We are contributing to his exploitation.

And yes, the ones that dox his address and harass him at restaurants and yell his real name and demand things and are disrespectful at gigs and all of that, they get the direct call out. But one thing about being in fandom for a long time I’ve learned.

It is so easy to say “well I’m not as bad as THEY are. THEY are worse” and absolve ourselves of any wrongdoing. “They” do it too with each other and just as easily absolve themselves.

And nobody “I’m not like other fans” the way that Sleep Token fans do! “TikTok fans are a plague. Reddit fans are too serious. Twitter is a cesspool. This person was in a groupchat with identities discussed, block them.”

Is it warranted? Yeah if they’re being disrespectful to the guys and other fans by name dropping in the comments and showing people things they don’t wanna see behind the masks and just. Being gross.

But is it also more than just those obvious “unscrupulous individuals” that are contributing? Is it also us being ANY level of parasocial, of us posting a million photos of him, clamoring over when he cries on stage, exploding when we get a new…anything?

Yeah. It is. Because we feed the machine and demand he dance for us to distract us from our own pain.

Does that mean we should stop consuming entirely? Well. What do I always say with Sleep Token. Multiple things coexist. Fear and hope. Love and toxicity. And I think that’s true here as well. You can be contributing (intentionally and maliciously or indirectly) to the objectification of this man. But also be the thing that is saving him, and giving him joy, and making his dream come true.

He isn’t saying don’t come to the shows. In fact the opposite, he tells us to sing along. That he’s glad we came. That he’s blessed. That this is everything he wanted.

All we can do, is try and be better. It’s stopping the entitlement of demanding more things and new songs and more tours. It’s not interrupting their personal lives, and letting them just be guys. It’s not taking the masks as a challenge to uncover and blasting their real names all over the internet. It’s respecting the boundary that they asked for.

It’s getting off the Internet and thinking about something other than these four guys.

Doing our best to not let the machine we are constantly funding wring them dry.

To the guys behind the masks, I am sure you will never read this. But you have my deepest apologies anyway. I know you’re playing a character on stage, and I’m sorry that so often we overlook the Guy part. We appreciate yall so much and want you to have all the success and positive things that this music can bring, and what it’s given us. I’m sorry we forced you into this role of being a savior, which you have said time and time again is not what you want, and put you up on pedestals that are impossible to maintain.

I’m sorry we took your dream and the thing you love and made it a prison.

I hope writing this song loosened the lock a little.

And I hope you find that dream again. That we can give you the love you WANT. And less of the kind you don’t. We’re still full of it, after all. And we will share it with you for as long as you’ll allow us.

[ma1dita]

luke castellan x iris!reader kinda based off of charlie's recent photoshoot

reader asks luke if he wants to be the subject of her first shoot with her first camera. he says yes, and long story short: he poses so slutty and reader calls him that and he's acting offended but likes it at the same time 🤭

luke castellan x gn!iris!reader

wc: 663

“Slut,” you cough. 

Luke almost misses it, too busy flexing for the camera as he stands atop the firepit like a modern Hercules. It’s almost criminal, the way his camp shirt is the slightest bit too tight on his biceps (you could wonder what they feed this boy but you sit next to him at mealtimes—this shouldn’t come as a surprise, really), and the sliver of tanned skin and happy trail that peeks out from the worn fabric when he stretches his arms over his head.

The clicks of your camera are in tune with his laughter, shuttering through the silence of the forest. He’d only do this for you after all—if any of the other campers saw him like this he’d fold into himself like the super hot but still awkward guy he is.

“Babe, you wanted this!” he chuckles, cheeks warming up and not because of the summer sun. Sweat trickles off his brow and it frames his face so perfectly you sigh loudly. It’s both a blessing and a curse that your boyfriend is catastrophically hot (literally too, Long Island humidity never treats him well).

“Yeah, but who let you look this damn good. Sheesh,” you mumble, snapping photos as fast as you can. The light filters through his hair and makes his cheeks glisten as you move him along to drape himself over a lawn chair. It’s almost too much, even for him, and he starts turning away until you tut, biting your lip and nodding when he readjusts the drawstring of his cargos.

“You’d make good money as a model baby,” you grin, touching his chin gently to the position you want him in, “we’ll be set for life once we get out of here.” Luke huffs, scratching at the nape of his neck and tugging at a dark curl which makes you gasp, “yes, yes, yes! Exactly like that!”

“Babe…” he laughs, slightly bashful as he reaches for your waist. He’s used to giving you compliments, tongue-in-cheek at the way you make him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. You’re a wonder yourself, speckled with sunlight and a golden grin—and if this is what it feels like to walk on clouds, he’ll let you practice taking pictures of him anytime you want.

There’s a rustle in the trees, making him jump up slightly, tugging you onto his lap with a yelp.

“Luke! You’re ruining the shot!”

He presses a kiss against your neck and smiles into your skin, “Got nervous. Can I see how they look?”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you settle against him sideways, leaning over to show him the screen but— “Oh!”

“What’s wrong?” His eyebrows furrow at the embarrassment that dances across your face and then you say, “I was clicking the wrong button. Sorry, can we take more?” The son of Hermes laughs with his whole body, shaking you up until you start laughing too.

“Only until the rest of this period. I swear Chris won’t ever let me hear the end of this if he sees me…” 

Luke gets to his feet and props himself against a tree, sweat dripping from his lip, and he drags a fistful of his shirt up to wipe it away. You’re staring at him shamelessly through the viewfinder, mouth agape at the sight of his toned abdomen.

“What a whore,” you mumble lowly, zooming into his chiseled frame.

He laughs again, throwing his head back as he walks toward you. No wonder his muscles look larger than life.

“Baby.”

“Hmm?” You mumble, eyes unfocused as he comes closer and nudges the camera away.

“You gotta turn the camera on.” 

An evil grin smiles across your face at his words, fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt, leaning up to him for a kiss, “Only if you take your shirt off.” He looks at you with a raised brow and shakes his head at your next words.

“What! It’s in the name of art!”

[castellanapologist]

“Bless me Father for I have sinned.”

Luke sat up a little straighter on his side of the confessional, ears perking up at the voice. He recognized it, for it haunted his every waking moment and every dream. The girl who had been sitting in the front pews every Sunday for the last two months. Y/N. He cleared his throat.

“How long has it been since your last confession, my child?” He asks, fingers rubbing at his rosary.

“It has been quite a while Father, I haven’t been in two months. I’ve been so ashamed.” Y/N answers. Luke feels his chest tighten and his eyes strained to see her through the panelling. To no avail, but he pictured her beautiful face distorted in sadness.

“It’s quite alright my child, all that matters is that you’re here now” He soothes. “What sins have you come to confess?”

There’s a beat of silence before she intakes a breath and begins. “I…I have been lustful Father. Having sinful thoughts of a man I cannot have.”

Luke feels the air knock out of him. Lust? A man she cannot have? He felt a heavy jealousy weigh on his heart, but he swallows it down in favor of answering her.

“We all lust for things we cannot have sometimes. It is a sinner's nature.” He pauses before pressing further. “Is this man married?”

This time the silence stretches, and he feels himself getting antsy. His mind floods with possibilities of who it could be. He had seen her talking with couples after Mass before, could it be any of them? He wracks his brain for any man he’s seen her be alone with but comes up empty.

“Not in the traditional sense Father. He…he is married to the church.” She whispers. Luke stills, mind racing with her confession. He speaks slowly as if not to scare her off.

“As in…a priest?”

The air is thick with tension as he awaits her answer. He feels his heart thumping wildly against his chest as his fingers work his rosary over and over. Y/N sniffles before she speaks again.

“Yes. The new priest that’s recently come to our church. I didn’t mean for it to happen, Father!”

Luke feels himself shudder at the revelation that his waking torment has also been haunted by him. The confessional booth suddenly feels too small and cramped.

“What sinful thoughts have you been having of him?” He asks, his voice hoarse. Another beat of silence passes before Y/N continues.

“I’ve dreamt of him k…kissing me” She stutters before continuing. “Of his hands roaming my body and even…” She trails off. Luke inhales deeply.

“Continue.” He demands, voice rough with desire. “Confess your sins.”

“I want him to bend me over the altar” Y/N breathes. “I’ve dreamt of it for so long, even during Mass all I think about is him taking me. I even make sure he’s the one to feed me the body of Christ just to feel his fingers on my tongue.”

Luke feels his dick jump in his pants and he barely surpesses a groan. The rosary shakes in his hand as he processes what she says, the mental images burning in his brain. She describes exactly what he had been dreaming. How he would press the communion onto her tongue with a bit more force just to feel her. Luke takes a shuddering breath as he speaks again.

“It’s alright my child. Lust consumes us all. You just need to fight against it. Pray twenty Hail Marys and Our Fathers then the rosary every night for a week. Do you understand?” Luke’s voice is low, his eyes fixated on her silhouette. He sees her nod before speaking up.

“Yes Father.”

“Go in Peace.”

“Thanks be to God”

As soon as she exits the confessional booth he drops his head into his hands. His length twitches in the confines of his slacks, precum leaking onto his thigh. He tries to breathe deep but only conjures up images of fucking into that temptress in front of the whole church. Fuck. He was so fucked.

Over the next week, he watches as Y/N comes in to pray. He feels like an animal stalking his prey yet simultaneously the prey being stalked. He tries not to notice her heated gaze while he walks around the church. If he ignores this temptation and prays hard enough he knows he can get past it. But a small dark part of him knows he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to move past it. He wants to take her, ravage her. Wants to hear her scream his name while he eats her out in the pews or on the altar.

Sunday is agonizing. Father Michael wanted him to lead service ‘as a way to connect with the youth’. Which meant he was front and center for communion. Luke tried to avoid Y/N’s gaze, seeing her beeline to his line made his dick jump. She kept her head down until she was in front of him. Like usual, she opened her mouth for the body. He thanked the Lord his robes concealed his erection, twitching pitifully as he pressed the cracker on her tongue. Her saliva coated his fingers and just as he was about to withdraw, her lips closed around them. His breath caught as she slowly pulled away, lipstick staining his skin. He thanked God again she was the last in line.

For the rest of Mass, his head swam with desire and shame. What kind of priest was he to be leaking precum while leading his church in prayer? To fist his cock every night thinking of a member from his congregation? He had to put a stop to this. After Mass, he thanked every member individually for coming. As usual, Y/N was the last to leave. When she made her way to him, his dick jolted. The lipstick stain burned his fingers as she glanced down at it.

“Thank you for coming,” Luke said, his voice hoarse. He tried to think of a way to get her in his office. “Did you enjoy the service?”

“Very much so” She breathes. Their eye contact seems to stretch on for hours, the world melting away. He coughs, turning his head away as he felt shame flush his neck.

“Would-” He coughs again to clear his throat. “Would you have spare time for a prayer?”

She studies him for a moment before nodding, dropping her eyes to the floor. “I’m all yours Father.” He swears she purrs his title. Nodding, he leads the way to his office. Like always, he does the sign of the cross at the crucifix on his door, watching Y/N do the same. She sits in the plush chair across from his, the leather squeaking from disuse. Luke takes a deep breath, her perfume invading every sense and making him dizzy.

“Wait here.” He croaks before stepping into the side room he uses for his robes. He quickly sheds the garment, hanging it on the rack. The mirror seems to mock him. There he stood, curls messy and cheeks flushed like some hormonal high school boy. He curses himself, knowing the lust is merely a test. Fixing his clerical collar, he swings open the door to greet her again.

“Thank you for meeting with me.” He says. “I’ve seen you in the church more often. I thought you might want some guidance in prayer.”

Her eyes flicker with slight embarrassment before nodding. “Yes. Any prayer with you is surely to help me on my journey.”

Luke can’t help but feel his ego swell as he sits in his desk chair. His fingers drum on the mahogany as he studies her. He knows what she desires, the sins she wants to commit. But how does he help her resist when he barely can?

“What do you need me to help with? What weighs so heavy on your soul?”

Y/N meets his gaze again, this time smoldering. Luke feels his throat close at the sight.

“Lust, Father.”

It feels like all the air is sucked out of the room when she says, no, purrs those two words. He takes a big inhale, his fingers stopping.

“Right.” Luke croaks. “It’s a normal sin to have.”

“Do you struggle with it Father?”

His cock lurches against his slacks. Nodding slowly, he speaks.

“Yes.”

His confession hangs in the air. The tension palpable in the room. After discreetly adjusting himself, he stands and rounds the desk to stand in front of her. She gazes up at him, eyes swimming with desire. His hand finds purchase on her shoulder, thumb rubbing in a circle.

“The Lord forgives all.” He breathes. To her or himself he does not know. Sliding his hand from her shoulder to her cheek, thumb still caressing her skin. She turns into his palm, kissing it softly while maintaining her eye contact. His control snaps. Surging down, he captures her lips in a bruising kiss. She wraps her arms around him, moaning into his mouth. Their mouths move passionately, deepening by the second. Luke’s hands hoist her onto his desk, scattering his sermons onto the ground.

Her tongue swipes along his lips and he eagerly parted for her. She licks into his mouth greedily as he lays her fully down on the desk. His hands explore her body with reverence, hiking up her dress to expose her creamy thighs. Luke barely can bring himself to pull away but does so anyway, wanting to watch her fall apart. His fingers press against her clit through her panties, watching her eyes roll back and her back arch.

Hooking his fingers against the band of her underwear he yanks them down, desperate to feel her wetness against his palm. He groans feeling her heat, slick coating his fingers just from skimming over her slit. Y/N moans, hips bucking to get more friction. Luke tsks and holds her down.

“Greed is a sin” Luke scolds, his thumb pressing against her throbbing clit. Y/N lets out a choked moan, hands wrapping around his wrist. “You’ll take what I give you.”

With no hesitation, he slips his middle finger into her wet heat growling as he feels her tightness. His hips grind against his desk as he fingers her. One finger turns into two as he leans down to mark her neck. Y/N clamps around him, moaning louder as his teeth sunk into her. Lukes hips stutter as he imagines her around his cock. Unable to take it anymore, he hastily unbuckles his slacks while he fingers her. Panting with relief as his dick springs free.

He adds a third finger, grinding his cock on her thigh. Y/N squirms under his hold, moaning as she gets closer to cumming. His other hand comes to rub at her clit, desperate to see her finish. It only takes a few tight circles before she seized up, pussy clamping down on his fingers as she gushed. He moans watching her soak his hand, rubbing her through her orgasm. Even as it gets too much for her he can’t stop, dragging her hips to the edge of the desk as he drops to his knees. His tongue licks up her arousal, mouth worshipping her as if she herself were God.

Y/N tries to push him away; overstimulated but he doesn’t allow it. His hands hold down her bucking hips, nose rubbing against her clit as he tongue-fucks her hole. He needs to make her cum again. More than he needs to breathe. He doubles down when her thighs squeeze around his head. Y/N’s hand tug at his curls, moaning his name so loud he's almost scared someone will hear. But he doesn’t want to shut her up; her voice rivaling an angels. Finally, finally she cums again, soaking his face. He moans against her, licking up her slick again before pulling away.

Standing, Luke's chest heaves as he stares down at her. She looked like an angel, face glowing as she gasped for breath. His hands wrap around his cock as he jerks himself off to how beautiful she looked. Even as she desperately tries to breathe, her legs spread for her priest. Luke groans deeply, stepping closer to coat his tip in her wetness. Eyes rolling back as he bumps against her clit.

“Fuck me Father Luke. Make a sinner holy” Y/N moans, reaching for him. He leans down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself. His mind swims in conflict, but as Y/N guides his tip to press against her hole, it goes blank. Luke moans against her mouth as he slowly pushes in. He almost collapses on top of her as her tight heat envelops him. He braces himself on his elbows as he finally hits halfway. Y/N moans as her legs lock around him.

Slowly, so slowly, he bottoms out. Grinding his pelvic bone against her clit, he wills his orgasm back. He can’t let it end here. Pulling back, he pants as she yanks at his hair before he slams back in. His hips set a brutal pace, her wetness making lewd noises as he fucks her. He feels addicted, feeling like he’ll die if he ever stops fucking her. Y/N clenches around him and his hips stutter.

“Such a fucking temptress. Seducing your priest. Telling me how badly you wanted to be fucked at the altar, sucking my fucking fingers in Mass” Luke growls against her mouth as he fucks her harder. Y/N scratches at the back of his shirt, practically tearing through it. He watches as her eyes roll back in revelation she had confessed to him.

“It was you-?” Shes cut off by a moan as he fucks deeper into her. He huffed a laugh, twitching inside her.

“Thank God it was. Been dreaming of this cunt for months” He groans, hiking her leg up to get deeper. His pace gets impossibly faster, chasing his high. His hand reaches in between them to rub her clit, needing to see her fall apart one last time. Y/N convulses on his cock, milking him as she cums for the last time. Luke's hips stutter as he feels release wash over him, slamming into her one last time to cum as deep as he could. He collapses on top of her, both of them struggling for breath.

“I’m guessing this warrants some prayer” Y/N teases. Luke huffs a laugh, squeezing her hips.

“Come by again tomorrow, we can pray together”

[lxclerc]

𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 — 𝐚𝐚𝟐𝟑

summary… the leclerc twins have a reputation of messing with drivers and they’ve got their eyes set on poor alex albon request… yes. pls let me sleep laura faceclaim… char argyrou pairing… alex albon x leclerc!reader

note… because laura graduated and got her driver’s license, i caved @coffeehurricanes

note again… this was surprisingly really fun to write as someone with my own annoying twin brother so it ended up longer than i meant it to which means this will have a part 2

part 1 | part 2

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yn_leclerc serving cunt (as always) (with my 3 fav minions)

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username yn casually and unknowingly dropping alex thirst traps

⤷ username she knows she’s feeding the alex girlies

charles_leclerc charles erasure

⤷ yn_leclerc you know youre my most fav (you have the most money)

⤷ charles_leclerc gee thanks

alex_albon i thought you’d put slime on my hair

⤷ yn_leclerc i told you i wouldn’t. i was trying to style your hair 🙄🙄🙄

⤷ alex_albon i have 0 trust in you

⤷ username alex is waiting for that mega prank like the rest of us are

⤷ username i’m fully convinced they’d make alex cry worse than lando

⤷ landonorris it was one time and they ruined my limited edition louis vuitton

⤷ yn_leclerc *accidentally*

⤷ charles_leclerc that i paid for

arthur_leclerc hanging out without me now

⤷ yn_leclerc you were too busy crying abt having no seat for next season 🤗

⤷ username one thing about yn is that she’ll always give her brothers the painful unfiltered truth

username ok but not enough people are talking abt shirtless alex

⤷ username no bc picture me this; shirtless alex, they’re alone and she’s fixing his hair

⤷ username …that does sound oddly intimate

⤷ username yall are tripping. she and arthur did the same thing to oscar and max remember, became super close with them then pranked them when they least expected it

⤷ username yes but also it’s been literal months with alex

⤷ username that just means that the prank will be spectacular

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc we are in badly need of your prayers for my twin sister, y/n 😓😞🙏

she’s fine. she’s just so insanely down bad for a man that she can’t say it to his face and needs me to follow them around so she can hang out with him bc she can’t look him in the eye.

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leclerc_pascale ay, arthur! J'ai eu peur pour ta sœur ! (you had me scared for your sister!)

⤷ arthur_leclerc Tu devrais avoir peur, maman ! Elle pleure cet homme tous les soirs et il ne sait même pas qu'elle l'aime. (you should be scared, mom! she cries over this man every night and he doesn’t even know she likes him)

⤷ yn_leclerc Taisez-vous ! !! fermez votre bouche ! arrêtez de parler ! (shut up!!! keep your mouth shut! stop talking!)

yn_leclerc you’re dead to me 🙂

yn_leclerc 🖕🖕🖕

yn_leclerc j'aurais dû te manger dans le ventre de ta mère (i should have eaten you in the womb)

yn_leclerc you no longer have a sister

⤷ arthur_leclerc Comment faire autrement pour flirter avec **** ? (how else will you flirt with ****?)

⤷ yn_leclerc TAISEZ-VOUS !!! (SHUT UP!!!)

charles_leclerc a man, huh?

⤷ lorenzotl 🤔🤔🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ username she gives no fucks 😭

username what are brothers for if not to publicly humiliate you?

username she’s so me coded actually

alex_albon prayers 🙏

⤷ arthur_leclerc thanks, mate. we appreciate it

alexandrasaintmleux and if i speak

⤷ yn_leclerc alexandra malena saint mleux don’t you dare

⤷ charles_leclerc you know too???

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 🤐🤐🤐

username she’s like me bless

username for a M*N??

alex_albon

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alex_albon was just trying to buy midnight snacks and then we got lost

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yn_leclerc we didn’t get lost bc i had a map 😁

⤷ alex_albon that you didn’t know how to use

⤷ yn_leclerc you weren’t exactly offering your map reading knowledge either, albono

⤷ alex_albon watching you struggle was adorable

⤷ username HE CALLED HER ADORABLE

⤷ username idc what anyone says, i am an ynalex truther

arthur_leclerc i was there too, guys

⤷ yn_leclerc you complained the entire time

⤷ arthur_leclerc because you woke me up to accompany you guys

charles_leclerc why is there a puddle on the floor?

⤷ yn_leclerc alex dropped one of the ten liters big water bottle

⤷ alex_albon lies. y/n dropped it and i had to say i did because she looked like she’s about to start crying.

⤷ charles_leclerc yeah, that sounds like my sister

username alex, don’t trust them or else they’ll make you cry like they did lando

⤷ username we’re looking out for you 😭

georgerussell63 mate, don’t be getting comfortable with those two

⤷ yn_leclerc slander

⤷ arthur_leclerc fake

⤷ georgerussell63 you put a rat in my cereal

⤷ arthur_leclerc *plastic* rat

⤷ georgerussell63 i dropped and cracked my phone

⤷ yn_leclerc sounds like you were being clumsy 💁‍♀️

username george is forever traumatised by that rat

username hear me out 👀

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc thirst trapping bc posting on my close friend that only has him in it isn’t enough apparently

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username she is so me!!!

username doesn’t matter how famous or pretty you are, you’ll always have an instagram close friends with only him in it

logansargeant i saw your close friends story on ****’s phone a few days ago 🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc why were you looking over his phone you muppet?

⤷ logansargeant i just happened to glance by

⤷ username it’s alex. i’m fucking telling you all. ITS ALEX

⤷ username there’s literally no way it’s not alex

⤷ username it could be oscar

⤷ username bitch since when was o s c a r four letters?

⤷ username jack is four letters. they could be trying to throw us off

⤷ username JUST ACCEPT THAT ITS ALEX

charles_leclerc put a shirt on

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc 😡😡😡

⤷ username she’s always so unserious when it comes to charles lmao

arthur_leclerc abt to bleach my eyes brb

⤷ lorenzotl pass it over after

⤷ charles_leclerc pass it here too

⤷ yn_leclerc i could build a castle out of all the bricks they throw at me 💁‍♀️

username those leclerc genes are leclercing

username girl get the hell up 😭😭

charles_leclerc added to his story!

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc in the 1500s off in a foreign land, i was forced to marry another man (he can’t take the hint that i’ve been in love with him for years now)

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username whoever he is, please just ask her out already 😭

username girl, i’ve said this before but for the love of god get the hell up!!! you are better than this!

⤷ yn_leclerc i fear i’m not, bff 😔

⤷ username man down 😓

logansargeant i’m telling you rn that he’s as in love with you!

⤷ yn_leclerc did he tell you that 🤨

⤷ logansargeant no but he wouldn’t have put up with for this long if he doesn’t

⤷ yn_leclerc he’s put up with you for an entire year

⤷ logansargeant yes but he’s paid to put up with me

⤷ username this is all the confirmation that i need. it’s alex

username take the goddamn hint already @alex_albon

charles_leclerc WHO IS IT

⤷ lorenzotl it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?

⤷ charles_leclerc okay but whoooooo

⤷ username charles is worse than alex 😭

arthur_leclerc this is getting pathetic. @alex_albon it’s you mate. she likes you, you like her. kiss it out 🙄

⤷ yn_leclerc ARTHURRRRRRRRR

⤷ username arthur 😭😭😭😭😭😭

⤷ charles_leclerc WHAT?

username arthur starting chaos bc hes so tired of listening to y/n mope 😭

username arthur revealing y/n’s crush and publicly embarrassing her (again), charles being shocked not having a single clue and lorenzo not caring as much is peak brother behaviors in ways i cannot explain

username i fucking told yall its alex

landonorris mate dont leave a lady waiting @alex_albon

⤷ oscarpiastri yeahhh

⤷ yn_leclerc both of you shut the hell up before i replace your shampoo with nair

⤷ landonorris how would you even have access to my shampoo-

⤷ oscarpiastri don’t ask mate. she’s done it before to dennis in f3

username paging @alex_albon

username @alex_albon dont fucking fumble a bad bitch like her come on now

alex_albon oh?

⤷ yn_leclerc public announcement that y/n y/m/n leclerc has died in a ditch and cannot be contacted at this hour. or ever.

⤷ alex_albon i know where you live

⤷ yn_leclerc locking the doors and putting salt around the property as we speak

happy birthday and congratulations to my most loved laura. i love and adore you and i can’t wait to watch you be the woman that you’re always been capable of.

[cheeeeseburger]

B-a-b-y, baby

Fernando Alonso x Reader

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A/N: This was almost called "Put a baby in me one more time", like the Britney Spears song lmao. Also, this was inspired by that one interview where he is asked about not having children. Anyway, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

Cooking was your love language. It’s true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, because that’s how you got your husband, Fernando Alonso. You had cooked him his favourite dish and he had fallen right into your arms. On the other hand, baking was your way to relieve stress. The night before your wedding, you were up late baking a pie.

Today, you were both filled with love and stress, and that’s why you ended up with your large dinner table buried under elaborate dishes and delicious desserts. There was enough food to feed an army. The entire F1 grid could’ve gone for seconds or thirds and there would still be enough for leftovers.

The reason for all of this? You had taken a pregnancy test, and it was positive. While this was wonderful news, you had yet to tell your husband.

“Princesa?” Your husband called out for you as he entered your home.

“In here!” Your stomach was doing cartwheels.

It’s not like he wouldn’t be happy. He had always wanted to be a dad, but as he got older, his dream of having his own children slowly started to fade away. You also wanted to have children, and although you were still young, you had yet to meet the man you imagined getting you pregnant. Luckily for you two, you found each other.

“Mi amor, are we having guests tonight?” Fernando asked when he saw the table full of food. As usual, he gave you a quick kiss.

You let out a nervous laugh. “No, no, it’s just us tonight. Why don’t you sit down?”

“Which bottle of wine shall I open for tonight? What will go well with all this wonderful food you have cooked?” Oh no. Wine was definitely out of the picture.

“I made lemonade, we don’t need wine! Please sit down my love, I don’t want the food to get cold.” He looked at you, noticing your odd behaviour, but he did not pick up on it.

“Alright princesa, if you insist.”

The meal went fine, but you had not yet found the courage to tell him the news. You didn’t know if it was because of all the sugar, the nervousness or the baby, but you felt like throwing up. At least, he seemed to really enjoy the food.

“Mi amor, I’m not going to fit in my race suit because of you!” He patted his stomach, and you knew it was your moment.

“Actually, I’m not going to fit in my clothes either. I’m going to be eating for two.” You got up to go behind his chair, and you kissed him on the top of his head.

“What do you mean?” Bless his heart. He had no idea what was coming. You put your arms around him and leaned down to whisper in his ear: “We’re going to have a baby.”

“¡Dios mios, princesa!” He got up from his chair and immediately pulled you in his arms. “Is this for real? I’m going to be a father?” The joy in his eyes was too much for you.

With tears in your eyes, you answered: “Yes, my love. You’re going to be a father. In fact, you’re going to be the greatest father there ever was.” He lifted you off the ground and made you spin in your dining room.

He put you down and gave you a big kiss full of love. “How did this happen?” He patted your stomach.

You smirked. “Well, I know how it happened.” You put on your best imitation of Fernando: “Please, princesa. Can I put a baby in you? I want to get you pregnant so bad, princesa.” He laughed at your poor attempt at a Spanish accent.

“I remember now.” You laughed, and he wiped your smirk and your tears away with a kiss. “You’ve made my dreams come true, mi amor. I didn’t think it was possible, but I love you even more now.” He hugged you tightly.

“I love you too, baby. I hope you’ll still love me when I ask you to go buy my pregnancy craving a two AM.” Fernando chuckled and tenderly brushed your hair with his finger.

“Lucky you, princesa. I drive fast. You won’t have to wait long for your food. And it will only make me love you more.”

You made a mental note to buy a cookbook about baby food.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

You and Fernando, like any other new parents, stared in adoration at the crib in which your baby boy was sleeping. Although it was hard to believe, your son was now nearly a year old.

“He looks so much like you. I’m kind of insulted. I carried him for nine months!” You whispered at your husband. He laughed quietly.

“Let’s hope he has your brain, then. With your intelligence and my looks, he is sure to make a great F1 driver. My legacy will be secured!” You lightly smacked him on the arm.

“I’m never letting him go in an F1 car ever! I’m already on my knees praying that you be safe at every race, I’m not signing up for another 20 years of that!” You whispered-shouted at Fernando. You were kidding, but also not.

“It must be very hard, since I also make you go on your knees after every race and more.” He chuckled at his own joke. You smacked him again, harder this time. Forget the lightly. He continued: “Are you going to be very mad if I tell you that I have already bought him a kart?” Your eyes were big as saucers.

“Fernando!” You shouted a little too loud for your liking. Your son babbled in his sleep. “He’s not even one year old yet!” He faked looking sheepish, but really, he was proud of his scheming. You were not actually mad either, you were only pretending to toy with him. He grabbed your hands and kissed you. All his wrongdoing (that was not actually wrong) was suddenly forgiven.

“I’m sorry, princesa. But you can’t blame me for wanting to show him what I do.” You fake-pouted at him, but that did not last long because he looked too adorable.

“Alright, I get it. You will have to buy a second one, though.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Another one? Why, princesa? Are you planning on starting karting soon?” You put his hands on your stomach. Just like the first time, you were full of nerves, but also happiness. You cupped his face with your hands.

“No, my love. But the baby in my belly might.” You flashed your biggest smile at him. It was true that pregnancy made you glow because you lit up the whole darkened room.

“What?!” He shouted, and that effectively woke up your son from his sleep. Laughing, you picked him up from his crib.

“You’re going to be a big brother!” you exclaimed to your son, who giggled in return. Fernando was still in shock. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his disbelief. Finally, he returned to his senses.

“Princesa! I’m going to be a father!” He pulled you and your baby in a big hug. You laughed against his shoulder, as tears of joys were running your cheeks.

“You already are, my love. You are the greatest father there ever was.”

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Fernando was an extraordinary father. He was so good to you and your two sons, who were now celebrities around the paddock. Alonso 1 and Alonso 2, they were called. When your husband approached you with the idea of having another baby, it was a no-brainer. How could you ever say no to the opportunity to give an already amazing father a chance to be an even better one?

And you loved being a mother. You loved cooking for your family and seeing them all enjoy it together at the dinner table. After you made a particularly good tiramisu, you got pregnant for the third time. Turns out that your tiramisu was so good that it made you get pregnant with twins.

That’s how you ended up walking around the paddock, pregnant with twin girls. Actually, it was more of a waddle than a walk. Your belly was huge, and you were holding your youngest son in your arms while the oldest tugged on your dress to keep you close.

“Princesa, what are you doing? You should be sitting down!” Fernando trailed down after you and immediately took your youngest in his arms, which made the people around you laugh. He really was the cliché of the overprotective father and husband, but it was cute. Still, you rolled your eyes at him. It was the children he was supposed to scold, not his wife!

“Fernando, I’m fine. I don’t want to sit down, it’s all I do these days. The girls and I, we want to have to have some fun.” You pointed to your belly, full of two little girls.

He gave you a kiss and he put his hand that was not holding your son to your belly. “I’m glad you’re here, princesa, but maybe use the stroller next time, yes? And you, tete, you were supposed to be watching your momma!” Your youngest son pouted at his dad and laughed when Fernando ruffled his hair.

“There’s just so many people here, I can’t pass with the stroller,” you whined, pointing to everyone around. Fernando raised an eyebrow at you.

“No, we can’t have that, can we, princesa? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have all the space you need, mi amor. All the best for my family.” He gave you a small slap on your ass and put his hand around your waist. He led you so confidently around the paddock that honestly it was a turn on.

You blushed and whispered to his ear so your children could not hear: “You’re making me feel hot. Maybe I’ll give you triplets next time, huh?” He gave a you a devilish grin while you made your way around, you holding your oldest son’s hand and your other hand resting on your full belly while Fernando had an arm around your waist and your youngest in the other.

Move over, everyone. The Alonsos are here.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

You were resting on the sand of the private beach attached to your villa in Spain. Your twin girls were napping peacefully next to you, in the shade. You were trying to imitate them, but falling asleep next to the view you had was impossible.

Fernando was playing in the water with your two boys. Shirtless, the sun of his home country made him shine. Every time you had his back in your sight, you swooned at his tattoo. You wanted to fill it with kisses. It should be illegal to look this good.

Him playing with your children shouldn’t be that attractive, but being a father really did make him glow. His eyes lit up with joy when he was around his family.

“Boys, come here, you need to reapply sunscreen!” You shouted at the three most important men of your life. They all came running to you. You had trained your husband and children well, apparently.

“How are my girls doing?” Fernando leaned down and kissed you. You started to apply sunscreen on one boy while your husband did the same for your other son.

“They are doing well, my love. You’re giving me quite the show.” He smirked at you.

“You like the view, princesa?” He played cocky and showed off his body. You chuckled. What a show off. Thank God he was a show off.

It was his turn to get the sunscreen. Your boys played in the sand near their baby sisters. “Absolutely, baby. I’m hot all over, and it’s not because of the sun,” you answered while putting sunscreen on his back. He laughed, but you could tell he was pleased at your words.

“Oh really?” Fernando raised an eyebrow at you. You nodded, acting innocently.

“Yeah, baby. In fact, I kind of want you to put a baby in me right now.” His eyes got big, but he quickly came back to earth.

He threw you over his shoulder and spun you around. You were laughing hysterically. He exclaimed to your boys and your girls who were now awake because of the noise: “Do you hear that? Mamma wants another baby! You’re going to have another brother or sister!” His voice was full of joy. Your children were all laughing and screaming, clearly amused by the fact that mommy was on daddy’s shoulder.

Fernando untied the string around your neck holding your swimsuit top in place and put you down, laughing. “Fernando!” you yelled as you tried holding your top. He was already gone, too busy chasing your boys on the beach. The twins were doing a mix of laughing and cute baby noises. In revenge, you flashed your husband, to which he replied with a wink.

Oh yeah, you were getting that fifth baby. Tonight.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

The room was silent, except for the faint sound of the heart monitor in the hospital room.

“Oh Fernando, he’s so perfect. I think we’ve outdone ourselves.” Fernando laughed softly. You were sitting against his back on the hospital bed, holding your newborn son.

“Princesa, you say this every single time.” You smiled at him.

“But it’s true, my love. All of our children are perfect. We are so lucky.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Yes, we are. I love you, mi vida.”

“I love you too.” At the same moment, your four other children came running into the room, all whispering-shouting when they saw their newest brother.

The love in this room could be observed from a fifty miles radius. Fernando looked around at the room, and he nearly choked up. A few years ago, he had nearly given up on his dream of having his own family, yet here he was, husband to a perfect wife and father to wonderful kids.

After a few minutes, your kids left to go back home with Fernando’s parents. You were perfectly happy, yet something was wrong, but neither of you wanted to mention it first.

Fernando finally broke up the silence: “You know, mi amor, I don’t really like odd numbers…” He softly brushed your hair with his fingers while you did the same to your baby boy.

“Me neither, baby!” you exclaimed, happy to see he was thinking the same thing as you. “And, you know, I think it’s not fair if we don’t give this precious little baby a friend! We would be failing as parents.” He laughed and added to your comment: “Oh yes, definitely. We would be bad parents. Horrible, even.” You nodded solemnly.

“Absolutely, baby.” He kissed your shoulder. “What’s one more?”

Yeah, what’s one more?

This man wanted children? He would be getting them.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Fernando had just done really well in a race, even landing a place on the podium. You and your six kids were all cheering for him, all dressed up in his merch. He waved at you from the podium, and all your kids started jumping and screaming for their father. You blew your husband a kiss, and he felt as if he had just won another championship.

“A question for Alonso. You had a great performance today, even landing on the podium. Tell us, Fernando. What made you perform so well today? Is it the changes on the car?” asked and interviewer during the post-race interview.

“The car is good, yes, but I got on the podium today because of my family, definitely. My wife and my children are always the reason why I succeed.” Fernando winked at you, and everyone in the room laughed as you turned beet red. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and you were.

Okay, another baby wouldn’t be so bad, right?

[peachymcqueen]

In an alternate universe where Lightning somehow convinces Doc to get an Instagram account, Lightning almost immediately regrets it.

You know when you spend years carefully curating your feed—editing, airbrushing, and captioning every single photo to perfection—only for that one older family member to post the most unhinged, unflattering picture of you and tag you in it? Yeah, that’s Doc.

Lightning’s profile is a work of art. Every photo is glammed up, perfectly lit, and carefully posed. Take his birthday post, for example: a stunning shot of him in a designer outfit, looking like a doll, not a single crease or flaw on his perfect face.

The caption? Another year older, another year faster.

Meanwhile, Doc—who just learned how to use Instagram—posts a photo from the same event. It’s a completely candid slightly blurry shot of Lightning mid-laugh, grinning wide while passing Doc a plate with a slice of cake. The angle is terrible. Lightning was sitting down at the table while Doc was towering over him. His eyes look huge, his grin is so wide it reveals his cheek dimples and his hair is messy. If Lightning wasn’t so concerned with what people think, he’d realise it’s an oddly charming photo. He looks adorable.

But Lightning is horrified. There is a loud stream of panicked remarks consisting of “delete this right now,” and “I look like a big-eyed bug” and “you don’t understand — I have an image to keep up.”

Doc, hardly glancing up from his phone, merely states “you look better when you’re actually smiling.”

Piston Cup fans, of course, love Doc’s account. Its a stark contrast to Lightning’s PR-approved highlights.

Lightning’s post after winning a Piston Cup: A stock image-style paparazzi shot of him on stage, holding the trophy with a dazzling smile. Confetti and champagne in the background.

The caption? Hard work pays off. #Champion #Blessed

Doc’s post after Lightning wins a Piston Cup: Lightning the next morning, slumped on his couch in the trailer, still in his race suit. He can hardly open his eyes. His hair is a mess. He’s eating cereal and milk straight out of the Piston Cup.

The caption? Winner’s breakfast...

[blackknight-kai]

Any headcanons for Sun Wukong and the Destined One [separate] catching female reader masturbating while crying out their name?

GOING BRAINROT FERAL HERE!

Ahem….

Thank you for feeding us with your delicious posts;)

Sending you lots of love and blessings, sincere and heartfelt health wishes too🩷🩷🩷

Okay okay I’ll give this a shot 😏 I personally feel like it might depend on the mood and where they are in the relationship. BUT I’ll give a crack at this one! This will be a specific scenario as I work better like that - in this you are in a relationship with them but haven’t progressed to the next level yet and you are a bit pent up. There will be a little rushed snippet and then the bullet point notes :) WARNING: I went more NSFW in this than previous asks. This is Fem reader! MINOR DNI

(Note after finishing: I got carried away…..after writing this I realized I kinda made two fics so….its a bit long sorry not sorry :))))))))))) (I’ll be turning these into mini fics I think on AO3 since i basically wrote them already 💀)

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Destined One

He’d left you alone to scout the area around your near and camp as he does every night for any possible danger or trouble that might happen upon you while resting. You’d decided to take a little personal time while he was away, something you wouldn’t normally do but you guys had found a little cozy cave to rest in for the night. Knowing it would be a while before he came back you set about quickly setting up your furs and bed rolls, your body already revving up in anticipation for what youre going to do. You’re happy being with him, finally having confessed mutually and sneaking a few kisses here or there between your travels but watching him day in and day out fight with such focus and strength has culminated in a prominent need.

A need to have his hands on you for more than just guiding you or helping you stand, to feel his fur brush against your naked skin, to deepen those tantalizing kisses. You just WANT. And he hasn’t made any moves to show you that he wants more besides maybe what you think is a disappointed look in his eye when you both pull back from your kisses and go about your day or whatever task is at hand. He’s not very expressive as it is, you were lucky to manage getting a slight flush on his cheeks and a firm head nod when you guys decided to be a couple. He’s good at masking his emotions and so while you want him, youre a bit nervous to tell him what you need. You have no doubts he’d fulfill it especially if it’s something he wants too. But getting the courage up to ask is another thing entirely, part of you wishes he would just DO something.

So instead of communicating your need you decide to take advantage of this prime opportunity while he is away, its been too long since you had any real privacy and you can already feel yourself pulse as you finish setting up for the night

Just in case you listen closely for a moment to see if there is anyone close by but hearing nothing you settle down on to your back on your bed roll. Your breath picks up as excitement washes over you and against your better judgment you slip your clothes off. Goose bumps ripple over your skin as the warm breeze gently flows through the cave. Your heart races and as you skim your fingers across your breasts and nipples you sigh as you close your eyes and imagine familiar claw tipped hands replacing your own. You picture him above you, his determined frown focused on you as he explores your skin. As your imagination takes hold you continue your perusal of your body sliding your fingers down trying not to rush too much in your need as you spread your thighs.

- [ ] His patrol doesnt take quite as long as it usually does tonight

- [ ] At first he takes his time heading back just enjoying not having to be in a rush for once

- [ ] But as his too sharp hearing picks up the distant sound of your voice, what sounds like a pained cry, he immediately goes tense and is off running back towards your cave his staff gripped tightly in hand

- [ ] As he quickly grows closer he notes a distinct difference in your voice, something about it makes him slow down

- [ ] Your sounds are not what he usually associates with your fear or pain

- [ ] Instead as the next sound carries through the forest for his expert hearing, the breathy tone of your voice instantly sends a ripple through him and makes his fur feel like its standing on end

- [ ] He’d heard these sounds before, just not from you. The other monkey’s from home would occasionally sneak off with each other and he’d have the pleasure of hearing their activities even being quite a ways away.

- [ ] This though doesnt give him the same grossed out feeling

- [ ] Oh no. It sends a tidal wave of heat straight to gut

- [ ] You are being pleasured and by the sounds of it youre enjoying yourself

- [ ] A flash of possessive anger rushes through him wondering who could be touching you in such a way that wasnt him

- [ ] But as he stalks closer and steps between the trees he freezes

- [ ] Relief washes over him, youre alone

- [ ] But thats quickly replaced by instant hot desire as his mouth goes dry and his length starts to harden just from that first glimpse

- [ ] You’re in the shallow cave NAKED and on your back, knees up and thighs spread.

- [ ] His mouth slowly falls open as his expression goes slack as it becomes very clear what you’re doing by the wet slick sound coming from between your legs where your hand disappears from his view

- [ ] He cant even blink nor look away completely and utterly locked on to your flushed skin and the needy pinch of your brow as you pant making soft little moans

- [ ] As you arch your back, a louder cry leaving your mouth as you shift your hips desperately, he feels his cock throb painfully bringing him back to reality for a moment

- [ ] Shame courses through him, he should NOT be watching this, you obviously waited until hed been gone to take your pleasure he should definitely grant you your privacy. While you are a couple he wasnt one to push past your boundaries not wanting to make you do something youre not ready for no matter how much he struggles to not touch you every damn day

- [ ] But he cant seem to move, not as your breasts jiggle softly from your body’s movements your peaked nipples drawing his attention.

- [ ] He licks his lips, tail twitching with jerky movements behind him as he feels his cock leak and wet the front of his pants from your display, fuck does he want you

- [ ] Clenching his fists hard, digging his claws into his skin he tries to come back to himself and just as he’s about to turn away from you your fingers seem to speed up and then he hears it

- [ ] It being HIS name being ripped out of your mouth in the most breathy needy tone he has ever heard, the name youd given him.

- [ ] He has to grip himself HARD to stop himself from cumming on the spot and he shudders as the wet sounds your fingers are making is driving him fucking insane

- [ ] He forgets himself completely and unable to help it steps towards you as his own desire to be the one to make you cry for him like that over takes him

- [ ] He practically pants, his breath coming in short bursts as he takes in your sweat slick skin and the red flush

- [ ] His body thrums with heat as the sounds of your moans and the wet easy slide of your fingers is all he can focus on as he steps onto your bedroll, his dick is hard as hell and twitches with every sound you make.

- [ ] And your scent, fuck he can smell your ecstasy and need. It makes his knees weak and his mouth water

- [ ] You dont seem to notice him right away, not until he’s dropping to his knees hard right beside you fully taking in how wet your thighs are and how slick your fingers look as they disappear inside you

- [ ] As you register his sudden presence though your eyes fly open and your movements freeze, he cant help but track the movement of your breasts as you lie there panting and surprised

- [ ] He doesnt give you even a moment to freak out or whatever it is you might do

- [ ] No, instead he places a shaky hand on your arm, the one you stretched down between your thighs as you took your gorgeous pleasure

- [ ] “Can I?” He asks lowly, voice rough with disuse and filled with thick desire. “Please?”

- [ ] You seem to still at his request your eyes widening and he holds his own breath waiting to see what you’d do. He hopes with every fiber of his being you say yes

- [ ] When you nod shyly and begin to retract your hand he slides his gently down your arm and shivers as his claw tipped fingers meet with your slick warm ones. His eyes never leave yours as much as he wants to look down, he doesnt want to miss the expression on your face.

- [ ] He doesnt hold your hand though, instead he continues his gently descent until he meets your soaked warm pussy lips

- [ ] It’s then that he finally lets out the breath shaky he was holding as you arch up into his touch pushing his fingers to slide further against your slick core

- [ ] His cock jerks painfully at how hot and wet you feel as his fingers tenderly explore. As you close your eyes reaching up to grip his shirt with your still slick fingers he lets his own gaze slide down your body watching as you shyly shift your hips against his long fingers

- [ ] When you let out a little breathy sound as he brushes against your little nub he knows hes a fucking goner

- [ ] “You’re so beautiful,” He’d mumble raspy and heated

- [ ] And when he finally slides a finger in you another immediately follows. with you so slick and ready for him causing him to groan deeply

- [ ] He has made it his mission from here on, this is how you will spend every night from now on. You wont need to take things into your own hands, not if he can help it.

Wukong

He is away doing whatever it is that Wukong does every day. Be it fighting something, pissing someone off, or just getting into something he probably definitely absolutely should not get into. You’d been hurt, twisted your ankle of all things, so you were stuck back at camp. You’d found a little shallow cave two days ago to recover at, not wanting Wukong to carry you everywhere. On the surface that sounds nice and he would definitely do it as you either fed his ego or told him he was too weak to do it. He’s easy like that. But what isnt easy to deal with is how much fun he has tossing you up and down or making you almost sick as he bounces you as he walks just because he thinks its funny to make you squawk with annoyance at him. So it’s easier to just rest and enjoy a little peace while he gallivants off to cause whatever mischief that doesnt have to do with you for once as you are his usual victim. Apparently having mutual feelings and being mates does not quell his need for chaos. In fact it amplifies it you think.

The only downside to having his attention on you even more now is that the mischievous little (he’s taller than you but thats besides the point) asshole doesnt seem to have a horny bone in his body. It’s been months of simple hand holding, if you can get him to sit still long enough, and literal stolen kisses. He apparently enjoys his little surprise attacks as they fluster you but not because youre too shy or because it scares you, no. It’s because you need more than a simple kiss or his soft fuzzy tail wrapping around your waist or arm keeping you close to him as you walk. You’d even tried once to time changing your clothes so they were partly off when he would be arriving back to camp after doing a quick patrol only for him to immediately start ranting and raving about some slippery little creature he’d happened across as he poked at the fire and began cooking that nights dinner over the flames. He didn’t even spare you a glance and his posture was relaxed as can be. Not even as the sound of your clothes rustling seemed to catch his attention as he drooled over the cooking food.

And so, your frustration escalated. You know at some point you’ll have to talk to him but thats a problem for future you because you just KNOW it’s going to be an ordeal. Nothing can ever be easy with him especially when it comes to his damn ego which no doubt will be stroked heavily knowing you want him, that is unless he doesnt have an inclination towards such intimacies.

Today he had been especially restless and so had you. You had decided that while he was gone you were going to pamper yourself a little and relieve the sexual tension you’d built up inside yourself. Watching his ever present shows of strength and that cocky attitude of his always sends a stirring in you and it doesnt help when he walks around sometimes with his shirt off showing his rippling muscles under all that soft looking fur. When he finally grew too impatient with sitting around, he didn’t like having to wait for you to heal but agreed to it nonetheless knowing you aren’t built like him, he stood abruptly and told you he was going on an adventure. You waved him off trying to be nonchalant as excitement tickled down your back knowing what you had planned for yourself for the day.

And so as his furry tail flicked out of view you waited a handful of minutes giving him time to get some distance away before you couldnt take it anymore. You’d gotten a nice body oil from a village youd passed by a week or so ago, it smelled lovely and reminded you of peaches. You hadn’t used it yet, but figured if it had a fragrance Wukong’s sensitive nose wouldn’t be too disturbed if it smelled like his favorite snack. Acting quickly you hurry to wash your skin and body in a near by spring. You might have taken your time normally but you didn’t want to put this off any longer. After youre done you make your way to back to the shallow cave and sit on your bed roll and fur blankets that Wukong had gifted you. Your skin is still a little damp and the afternoon breeze makes goosebumps ripple across your naked skin. With a small content hum you grab your sweet scented oil and being applying it to your skin slowly, gently, enjoying the sensation as your body starts to warm up from your ministrations.

As your breath starts to quicken you lie back on the furs and using both hands you glide your hands across your soft oil slick skin sensually. It’s not long before you close your eyes and start to lose yourself in a fantasy, imagining a hard but softly furred body rolling against yours and curious fingers possessively mapping out your skin as teasing fangs nip from your neck to your breasts.

- [ ] Wukong had grown bored VERY quickly after he left you at camp. There was NOTHING around for him to do no one to fight and no distractions from his ever growing need to be closer to you - which he will NEVER show.

- [ ] He doesnt know if youre doing it on purpose, probably not, but the way you sometimes look at him makes him twitchy and hot. He’s not some impulsive boy unable to control his more primal urges but you test his control daily

- [ ] He’s not sure if you’ve been using a new scented lotion or perfume but the scent coming off of you at random times the last several weeks has been making him need to grind his teeth to keep from reaching out and pulling your body tightly against his

- [ ] Thankfully he’s learned self discipline and finds it relatively easy to keep an air of innocence around you, not wanting to scare you off with his ever present and growing desire to lick you from your cute little toes to your sweet sweet mouth.

- [ ] Sitting around camp with you today was testing his patience. He’d noticed that slight flush on your cheeks assumed you may just be a bit warm as the day was a little hotter than usual. Unfortunately the sight of your reddened cheeks did nothing but fuel his imagination.

- [ ] If hes honest with himself desires like this were new, not in regards to you, but in general. So getting away from you for a while was always the best bet, he keeps an ear out in case you need him of course but fighting something always helps relieve the tension he builds up being in your presence

- [ ] Unfortunately the area surrounding your little temporary home was quiet. Too damn quiet. He almost thinks about going a little further out but quickly decides against it, not wanting to get too far from you in case something DID happen

- [ ] Which is why, as he’s hopping through the large forest trees, he ends up circling back towards the shallow cave

- [ ] His pace is fairly lax, enjoying the warm air and the calm familiar sounds of the woods

- [ ] Wukongs mind wanders a little to what lies ahead on your little journey as he makes his way back. He’s quite lost in thought so it takes him a moment to realize that something is amiss as he gets closer

- [ ] His sharp ears pick up the sound of your voice but it’s not something he’s heard before, or well he has, kind of. Only when youd eaten something really really good and you make a happy little noise that always makes his old heart skip a beat

- [ ] Well now he’s just curious, what did you find to eat? Were you hiding it from him to keep it all to yourself? How had he not known? Or smelled it?

- [ ] With a huff he picks up his pace racing through the trees determined to give you shit for trying to hide some wonderful little treat from him

- [ ] He can hear you better now that he’s close and just before he breaks through the trees he stops with a smirk deciding to sneak up on you as punishment

- [ ] But in his haste he missed a crucial detail - one he now is acutely aware of as he pauses just as the little camp comes into view

- [ ] He freezes, going completely still as he takes in the sight before him and the very obvious soft squelching sound echoing a little in the shallow cave. His keen hearing amplifying the sound.

- [ ] Hot HOT desire ripples through his strong frame causing every single hair on his body to stand on end like he’d been hit by lightning as he takes in your naked body, hips shifting just so as your hand is going to work between your thighs as you moan

- [ ] His simian nostrils flare as your scent hits him like a boulder almost knocking him off his feet, well at least now he knows where that heady scent you sometimes carry comes from. He salivates at the thought of tasting your nectar. There’s another scent mixed with your pleasure, faintly it smells almost like peaches but not quite.

- [ ] Your soft sounds wash over him causing a full on shudder to go through him. His cock hardening in an instant as you then whine HIS fucking name

- [ ] Something inside him almost snaps - later youd tell him it was his arrogance and ego swelling to the size of 5 mountains

- [ ] You are touching yourself wanting HIM, Wukong, and that sends a possessive growl rumbling through his chest, his claw tipped fingers flexing with the need to reach out and grab you, to touch you, to run his claws gently down your skin and watch you shiver and squirm

- [ ] You dont hear it of course too lost in stuffing your needy hole but by the sounds of it, its not quite enough for you

- [ ] Wukong keeps himself in place for a moment longer as he watches you tend to yourself, one of your hands slides up the side of your breast and pinches a nipple and he licks his lips at the sight, wanting to know what they taste like

- [ ] His tail flicks with pent up energy behind him as he finally stalks forward, a predator about to pounce on his prey

- [ ] But he has no intentions of helping you as he strips himself of his shirt letting it fall to the ground not caring where

- [ ] His furry chest is rapidly expanding with his quickened breaths, he breathes purposely through his nose wanting to capture every moment of your scent and commit it to memory

- [ ] Finally sensing you’re not alone you open your eyes and still with a sharp shocked breath. He watches as your cheeks redden further with surprise and embarrassment

- [ ] Quick as a whip before you can even pull your fingers away from your soaked pussy he’s between your knees bullying his way through with one hand holding you open by his grip on your thigh and his tail wrapping around the other. Spreading you open for his heated gaze

- [ ] He has ahold of your wrist preventing you from pulling back and before you can even think of protesting he pulls on your wrist, gently but firmly, you gasp as your fingers slip out of your pussy, the wet sound sending a tingle of embarrassment through you

- [ ] Instantly he has your dripping fingers pressed against his nose and mouth as he huffs in your scent before licking at them

- [ ] Feeling you tremble in his strong hold and your little shocked gasp he locks eyes with you and smirks as he licks your fingers completely clean as though he was starving for the taste

- [ ] He can tell you dont know what to do, that your torn between embarrassment and want. But he doesnt mind, he’s made the decision for you

- [ ] Wukong nips your fingers teasingly before he lowers your hand and places it back against your pussy, he uses his fingers to press yours pointedly against your slick lower lips and the little wet sound that accompanies the movement makes you both shiver.

- [ ] He slips his fingers in between yours, teasingly touching you for a moment as his fingers glide through your slick

- [ ] A light growl/groan rumbles through his chest as he looks at you with half lidded eyes filled with naked desire

- [ ] Slowly and deliberately he lets go of your hand, pleased when you keep your hand right where he’d placed it, and begins undoing his pants

- [ ] His puffs his furry chest out a little and chuckles, the sound husky as he watches your expression turn needy as he dips his hand into his pants and brings his throbbing dick out, enjoying how heavily your breathing gets and how your eyes seem to be unable to look away as he spreads your juices over his cock

- [ ] Scooting forward so that his cock presses against the back of your knuckles he smirks down at you

- [ ] “Since you decided to take your pleasure for yourself, give us a show my sweet peach.” He demands like the king he is with no room for arguments, wanting you to resume touching yourself while he watches and takes himself in hand. Punishing you a little for taking a special privilege away from him

[lateatnewyork]

REMEMBER…

charlie bushnell x co star!reader

warnings: smau, fluff, brown girl reader (aware this isn’t a warning but like some ppl might want to know)

summary: where you and charlie trick the world into thinking your just friends

fc: avantika (my bby)

extra info: reader is basically avantika

a/n i have like 20 million drafts but i don’t have the motivation 😭 anyway i love avantika i feel proud to be a brown girl😻 !! NOT SHIPPING THEM IRL JS A FACECLAIM !!

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[hihomeghere]

The Meadow | Arthur Morgan x f!reader x Charles Smith

Summary : Arthur and Charles 'wedding' anniversary is coming up, will you be joining them at their vow renewal? Follows along with the series Baptized by Fire

Word Count : 4.5K

Warnings/tags : lots of fluffy feelings, mentions of Arthur recovering from tb, cursing, mention of killing, threesome, double penetration, m/m/f, Arthur x reader, charles x reader, charthur, use of salve as lube, creampie in both ends, unprotected sex, oral m!receiving, anal, brief mention of illegal same-sex marriage (its the early 1900s), slight breeding kink if you squint

Divider by @saradika

Late spring they decided to tie the knot, metaphorically. Neither of them could perform a marriage ceremony like ‘normal’ people. Charles had no tribe or elders to guide them, and Arthur doubted a reverend or priest would perform the rites considering what and who they were. So one morning in late spring, before the sun had truly risen, they journeyed to a meadow near their cabin. Wildflowers grew in abundance near the small stream that ran on the edge of the field. Arthur picked a bouquet for each of them, filled with violet and mustard colored flowers. Charles had carried a blanket with him under his arm. Laying it over both their shoulders they spoke their own set of vows to each other. It wasn’t the normal set, they had seemed a little redundant. To make all these promises that they had already held time and time again.

For better or worse? They had definitely had it worse, neither of them could think of many situations worse than the gang falling apart, the Pinkertons on their tail.

For richer or poorer? They had it good now, and they were lucky that they made away with some money. Charles had built their cabin with his own two hands while Arthur could only watch, so weak that he could barely lift a spoon to feed himself.

Speaking of, in sickness and in health. Charles had basically brought Arthur back from the brink of death. Although Arthur had finally been able to repay the favor when Charles got the flu last winter. Albeit, it wasn’t half as bad as what Arthur had dealt with, or continued to deal with on bad days.

To love and to cherish, that was something they did every day. Cherishing all the time they had together, they had learned that every day together was a blessing with Arthur’s sickness.

It wasn’t fancy, wasn’t glamorous, just the truth. Promising to take it every day at a time, to love each other no matter what, and to choose each other. No matter how hard it got. 

They sealed their promise with a kiss… and more.

Normally, every year they would return to the spot to renew the promise they had made. It had only been a tradition for a year or two, but now… they had you.

Charles had noticed the ring. The way Arthur kept pulling it out when you weren’t around. Normally he kept it in a box along with some of his personal belongings he had brought with him when he left camp. He had been able to add a few more when you had dug out his old trunk, uncovering pictures he had thought he long since lost.

You had truly come into your own around here. Taking over half of the work, tending to the animals and the garden most days. Although whenever Arthur complained about you working yourself too hard you’d take a few days off, just to ease his concerns.

You fit. Like they had been missing a piece of the puzzle this whole time without knowing it. Now that they had you, it seemed painfully obvious. Like you had been with them all along, and not just for a few months. Hell, half the time Arthur would be talking about the gang, looking to you to back up whatever story he was telling. Although Charles wasn’t much better.

It was refreshing to see the true you, so different from the scared frozen girl they had saved all those months ago. But when that frightened girl rose up from inside you, they were there to ease your fears.

So it seemed common knowledge to Charles that you would be joining their ceremony this year. He knew Arthur wanted it, and he was certain that you would say yes. They just had to ask you.

“I think I’m gonna hit the hay early.” You yawned, peeling yourself out of Charles' warm embrace. You had nearly worked yourself to the bone today, tending to the garden. Pulling up weeds and helping the boys put up a new fence. Your personal vendetta against the rabbits that lived nearby had grown to exponential heights when they had eaten your lettuce sprouts. Even with your utter loathing of the creatures, you wouldn’t allow Charles or Arthur to take care of them in the usual sense. No, instead they spent a good part of the afternoon putting up a fence they knew those damn rabbits could dig right under. But you had asked, and how could they say no?

“Good night.” Charles said, grabbing your hand as he pulled you back down for a kiss. You smiled against his warm lips, cupping his cheek as you traced the lightning scar that ran up his jaw. 

“Good night sweetheart.” Arthur hummed, dog-earring the page of his book as he closed it. Cupping your cheek with his large hand as you bent down for a kiss.

“Don’t wait up.” You smiled, yawning as you made your way into the bedroom. Charles waited until the door was closed before turning to face Arthur.

Their anniversary was only days away now, and they still hadn’t spoken a word about it. But if Charles had waited for Arthur to make the first move, well they wouldn’t be here in the first place. Leave it to him to have to bring it up.

“It’s almost Friday.” He spoke, clearing his throat as he leaned forward. Arthur swallowed thickly, humming noncommittally. Charles gave him a look, raising his brows. “Are we gonna head to the meadow this year?”

“Course we are.” Arthur’s gruff voice replied, opening up to the page he had tabbed. Although his nose was buried in it, Charles knew he wasn’t reading. Instead using it as a prop, something to hide behind. Charles leaned over, pulling the book down onto Arthur’s lap.

“Is she coming with us?” He asked, finding his blue-green eyes in the low light of the fire. The sun started to slow its descent past the horizon, as it did every year once the summer came. But it still didn’t provide enough light or heat for them to solely use it. Charles watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, his fingers twitching against the parchment.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled, letting out a sigh.

“You know,” Charles started, leaning back in his matching rocking chair. “That ring is too pretty to be sitting in a box.” 

Arthur’s ears tinged pink as he glanced over at Charles.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He muttered, his cheek turning a beautiful rosy hue. Charles wanted to laugh, instead he just smiled and shook his head.

“You’re a fool, Arthur.” He hummed, crossing his arms over his chest. “And a bad liar for an outlaw.”

“Former outlaw.” Arthur corrected, the hint of a smile on his lips.

Charles and Arthur hadn’t been beside you when you woke up. You had reached over to bury your face into Arthur’s warm back only to find the spot where they laid cold. You groaned, burying your head into your pillow instead. You begrudgingly got up, pulling on your thick wool socks as you padded out into the main room.

They were both sitting at the table, breakfast already served and laid out in a beautiful spread.

“Is it my birthday?” You chuckled, raising a brow as you sat down next to Charles, seeking out his warmth. An almost tense silence grew between the three of you as you looked between them.

Arthur cleared his throat, his eyes moving from yours down to the space in front of you. You looked down and there, on a small piece of cloth, was a ruby ring.

You looked up to Arthur and Charles, your jaw dropping. “Is- is this?” You asked breathlessly, your mouth suddenly very dry.

“This Friday, Arthur and I are gonna head out to the meadow and… and renew our vows.” Charles said looking down at you, “We want you to come with us.” His gentle smile spread warmth through you like the first sip of coffee in the morning. 

“Are you asking me to…” You didn’t want to assume, you’d only been with them a couple months now. Maybe it was only some kind of promise ring.

“We want you to-“ Arthur cleared his throat again, “to be our wife. If- if that’s something you’d want.” Arthur’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, looking up at you before glancing over at Charles.

“Of- of course I want that.” You whispered, still in disbelief of what they were proposing. Charles' warm hand enveloped your left one, holding it out for Arthur to slip the gold band on. 

“Then on Friday, we’ll get married.” Charles said softly, squeezing your hand in his own.

“We’ll get married.” You chuckled softly, tears pricking your eyes as you looked up at them. Arthur’s eyes were tinged red, as he looked away from the two of you.

“Damn you.” Arthur mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he tried to hide the tears that shone in them. Charles chuckled, reaching across the table to cup the back of his neck. Arthur let him pull him closer, sniffing slightly. “Oh, to hell with it.” Arthur got up from his seat, rounding the table to engulf the two of you in a hug. “Don’t know how I got so damn lucky.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to Charles' head and then yours. 

“I feel pretty damn lucky too.” You sniffled, wiping away a few tears that had slipped past your waterline. Charles hummed, pulling Arthur down for a kiss before cupping your cheek, his plump lips pressing against yours. 

Friday morning came slowly, it felt like an eternity had lasted between when they had asked you and now. The three of you got up, helping get each other dressed as you did so. You picked out your blue dress, it was the first dress they had bought you. Taking you to town and going on a bit of a shopping spree. Charles nimble fingers buttoned up the front of it, Arthur eyes had been glued to you since you had slipped the fabric over your head. Both of them were too handsome for their own good, dressed in plain button downs and trousers.

Perhaps it was just them and not the clothes. Charles pulled one of the blankets off the bed, folding it under his arm. You paused for a moment, admiring the ring on your finger.

“I-“ Arthur cleared his throat, wrapping his arm around your waist as he tugged you closer, “I hope you like it, I know it’s nothing fancy but… it was my mothers.” Your heart nearly melted. 

“Oh Arthur it’s…” You shook your head looking up at him, “It’s perfect.” You smiled, having a hard time believing he would give you something of such importance. He nodded, a small breath of relief leaving his lips.

“Well I’m- m’glad you like it sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead, his stubble lightly scratching your skin. 

“C’mon lovebirds.” Charles chuckled, smiling at the two of you as he left the bedroom. The three of you headed outside, Charles' large hand engulfing your own as you walked to the barn. The men saddled up their horses, Arthur sneaking both Buell and Taima a sugar cube. Charles gave him a half hearted scolding glare, which quickly turned into a smile. You let Arthur pull you up behind him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. You let out a breath, hiding your giddy smile as you buried your face in Arthur’s back. Feeling his muscles tense and relax against your cheek, tightening his hold on the reins. 

You couldn’t help but think of the last time you had ridden with Arthur. The memory brought the stench of smoke to the forefront of your mind. The late spring sun warming your back, instead of the freezing wind that had whipped through your hair and chilled you to your bones. 

Everything had changed since then, and you couldn’t be more thankful for it. Your entire life had been flipped upside down. You would never be alone again. The thought filled you with warmth, tears prickling your nose and eyes. You felt so foolish, chuckling wetly as you wiped your face on Arthur’s back.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” His deep voice rumbled through you, nearly vibrating against your cheek. His concerned gaze found yours as he briefly turned his head to look back at you.

“I’m perfect.” You said with a watery smile, clearing your throat. Charles looked over at the two of you, shooting you a warm smile.

“You’re supposed to save your tears for the vows, sweetheart. That’s what Arthur does anyway.” He said with a teasing smile, motioning to him with his head. Arthur scoffed, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“You are a cruel mistress, Mr. Smith.” 

The horses led the three of you to a meadow near the cabin. A herd of wild horses that were grazing nearby, galloped off into the distance as you drew closer. Their hooves echoing across the field as they rode farther away. Arthur and Charles steered the horses to the middle of the meadow before they climbed off their backs. Arthur held his arms up for you, grabbing your waist as he set down you gently onto the ground. There was a beautiful assortment of wildflowers growing in the grass, you stopped to pick yourself a bouquet. You gathered purple, white, and yellow blossoms in your arms. Before turning back to look at Arthur and Charles. 

Taima and Buell had both walked a short distance away, grazing in the fresh grass. Charles stood with a blanket under his arm, Arthur next to him. You walked over to the two of them, biting your lip as a smile tugged your lips up. An undeniable sense of giddiness was in the air. 

“What do we do?” You asked softly. There was no priest or reverend, not that you minded that. It wasn’t like the three of you could actually marry each other in the eyes of the law. Arthur was technically a dead man, the Pinkertons long since giving up their search for him. 

“Come close.” Charles said, pulling the blanket out from under his arm. He wrapped it around all three of you, as you stood under his arm. “I speak these words with no hesitation or doubt,” He started, “I chose you both, and will continue to choose you every day. To run after you time and time again,” He said looking down at you, “To ride beside you always.” He turned his attention to Arthur. “To look after the both of you, and protect you until my last breath.” Arthur swallowed hard, his eyes glistening as he began to speak. 

“I choose you both, now and forever. To stand by you,” He looked up at Charles, “as equals.” His tearful gaze found yours. “I commit myself to you both. To always answer your call, even if that means building a hundred more fences that those damn rabbits can dig under.” You chuckled wetly, wiping away your own tears as he spoke.

“I choose you both.” You started looking at the two men, “To run towards you and not away. To never take your actions for granted. To fight for our love, even when life tests our resolve.”

“I love you.” Charles said, his voice soft, like speaking a reverential prayer.

“I love you.” Arthur echoed, weakly covering the break of his voice with a cough. 

“I love you.” You smiled, sniffling as you looked up at the two men who had not stolen your heart all those months ago. But held out their hands, waiting for you to freely give it to them. You were bursting with joy, laughing softly as you kissed Charles. His plump lips pressed against your own. You moved to kiss Arthur, finding him waiting. The slight stubble above his lips rubbing against your skin. Charles hand held Arthur’s cheek, pulling him in for a kiss once the two of you had parted. 

The air thickened around the three of you, becoming charged. These were your men, from now until your heart stopped beating. It was official now, as official as a marriage between two men and a woman could be, they were yours. And you were theirs. Your body now belonged to them, and not because they now owned you, but because you freely gave it away. Just as you belonged to them, they belonged to you. You would never have to worry about being mistreated by the men who held your heart. Your heart quickened, your mouth running dry. Your bouquet fell to the ground as you took a step back. Your fingers hastily unbutton your dress.  You could feel their eyes, settling over you like a heavy blanket. The blue fabric fell to the soft earth below your feet, as you stepped out of it. 

Arthur was already halfway undressed, yanking the buttons through the eyelets of his shirt. Charles tugged his shirt over his head, kicking off his boots. In a moment Arthur was on you, his calloused hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer. 

“Arthur-“ You breathed, tilting your head back as he peppered your neck with kisses. Your hand reached out blindly for Charles, coming into contact with his arm. He didn’t need to be told twice, coming up behind you. He trailed his nose up your spine, sending shivers down it. 

“Shit sweetheart.” Arthur groaned into your skin, his stubble lightly scratching against your sensitive skin.

“Please-“

“We’ll give you whatchu need, don’t you worry.” He hummed, raising his head to look past you at Charles. You were sandwiched between the two men, and there’s no place you’d rather be. 

“What’d you think about that sweetheart?” Charles deep baritone rumbled through his chest, the sound reverberating against your back. “You want us both?” You nodded, looking over your shoulder at Charles. His scarred hands slipped your sleeves off your shoulders. Arthur finished the job, pulling your dress off. 

“Get on your back.” Arthur said, his eyes finding Charles. He wasted no time laying down on the blanket, shimming his pants down. Your mouth started to water as his thick cock sprung up against his belly. 

“He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he?” Arthur purred in your ear. You nodded, biting your lip as you looked back at him. “Go on while I warm you up.” He said, taking the salve out of Charles' pants pocket. 

Those bastards.

“You two had this planned.” You said, rolling your eyes as you wrapped your hand around Charles' cock. Not that you were complaining. Charles groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed around the base of him.

“Now that is a mighty strong accusation Mrs. Smith.” Arthur chuckled. If you weren’t already wet, you were now soaked. You leaned down, licking a stripe up his length. You wrapped your lips around his head, moaning at the salty taste of precum on your tongue. 

“Christ Arthur.” Charles moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he fisted his hand in your hair.

“Hear what you’re doing to him?” Arthur spoke from behind you. You nodded, gently bobbing your head. You flinched as he started to slather the salve around your puckered hole. “Easy there, girl.” He cooed, pressing his finger in, your muscle clenching at the intrusion. Your breath hitched in your throat, gasping around Charles. 

“Such a pretty mouth.” Charles breathed, petting your hair as he looked down at you. You hollowed your cheeks, relaxing your throat as you pressed down as far as you could go. The tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, breathing through your nose as you swallowed around him. A strangled groan escaped Charles’ lips, his head falling back against the blanket. Arthur added another finger, his breath falling harshly from his lips. 

“You outta see her Charles.” Arthur said breathlessly.

“Could tell you the same thing.” Charles said, swallowing harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You pulled up, sucking on his mushroom top. “Good god.” 

“Hold on there partner.” Arthur said, not wanting Charles to blow his load too quickly as he went knuckle deep into you.

“Arthur-“ You moaned, Charles’ cock falling out of your mouth, hitting your chin. 

“How bout that? Moaning another man’s name while your mouth is full of his cock?” He chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers out. You let out an amused huff, rolling your eyes.

“Think she’s ready, Arthur. I know I am.” Charles huffed, his eyes nearly black with how blown his pupils were. 

“I’m getting there.” He chided, and you could almost feel the way his eyebrows raised behind you. “Climb on top of him, sweetheart.” He said, laying a playful slap to your behind. You chuckled, straddling Charles’ waist. He guided you down onto his cock, a pleasant gasp leaving both of your lips. No matter how many times you took Charles, it was almost a stretch. A small pinch as you sank down onto his lap. Athur's hands ran reverently up and down your side, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Look so pretty like this.” He whispered, his breath fanning against your back. You shivered, pulling a groan from Charles. 

“M’ready Arthur.” You said, looking back at him. He pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder blade before spreading your cheeks. You waited, trying not to squirm on Charles lap, sucking in a breath as he pressed the head of his cock against your hole. 

“Deep breaths.” Charles reminded you, staring up at you through half lidded eyes. All too familiar with how it felt to take Arthur. You tried your hardest to focus on your breathing as Arthur split you open, slowly pressing into you. It stung, but only for a moment before you and Arthur moaned in tandom. Holding your hips with an ironclad grip, hissing a breath out between his teeth.

“So goddamn tight.” He groaned, easing you open as he carved a space for him inside you. Charles’ breath stuttered along with Arthur’s, as he began to feel Arthur through you. 

“Oh god-“ You gasped, as he slid in through tiny increments. Your hands grasped Charles’ shoulders, your nails digging in as a hiss fell from his lips. You didn’t even have the mental capacity to apologize, just trying your best to relax as he filled you to the hilt. 

“Arthur-“ Charles groaned, his hands finding Arthur’s on your hips. 

“I know baby, I know.” He moaned, resting his forehead against your back as he squeezed one of his hands. “Can feel ya big boy.” You unconsciously clenched at his words, causing groans to tumble out of both men.

“Can’t hold off if you keep squeezing me like that.” Arthur chuckled breathlessly, his hair brushing against your back. You can feel both of them pulse inside you, stuffed to the brim. You breathe deeply, fighting through the slight discomfort until it fully dissipates. 

“Move.” You moan, holding onto Charles for dear life. They both do as you ask, and immediately your orgasm starts to build. Like waves crashing against the shore, they quickly fall into a rhythm. One where you are never empty, as Arthur pulled back, Charles is thrusting up into you. You’re bouncing on his lap, curses, moans and groans falling shamelessly from your mouth. Tears prick your eyes as your belly tightens, pleasure spiking down your legs and curling your toes. You reach blindly behind you for Arthur, grabbing a fistful of his honey blond hair. 

The two men speak in a never ending flow of words. A chorus of ‘so good, right, fuck, shit’ filled your ears. 

You can’t hold on, mumbling a weak, “Gonna-“ before your orgasm slams into you. Throwing you head first off the metaphor cliff into a world of pleasure. Wave after wave washes over you, tears slipping down your cheeks as they pound into you. You could hardly control yourself, nearly collapsing onto Charles' chest before Arthur pulled you back into his chest. As they chase their own highs, they bring you over the edge again and again. You don’t know where one orgasm ends and another begins, instead living in a perpetual state of bliss. 

“Sweetheart- oh shit-“ Charles’ eyes are squeezed shut, his brows pinching together in an almost pained look. 

“You gonna- ngh- gonna come?” Arthur panted from behind you, “Come- come with me- come with me baby-“ Arthur babbled, thrusting into you with reckless abandon. 

A cry claws its way out of your throat as they come, filling you with their hot spend. Cotton seems to fill your ears, muffling their moans as they twitch, their hips jutting forward.

It takes a moment for all of you to return to earth, having flown so close to the heavens. 

Arthur moves first, gently rubbing his hands up and down your sides. “Did so good sweetheart.” He mumbled into your skin, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder. He slowly retracts his hips, leaving you empty and spent. Helping you lay down onto Charles’ chest, his seed dripping out of you. He grabs his handkerchief, wiping your cheeks off. He tilts your head, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle embrace. “You alright, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “We weren’t too rough?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded, your eyes fluttering close. He moves to Charles, kissing him before pulling away. You can hear the familiar clink of his belt as he pulls up his pants, his belt hanging off the loops. Charles drags his hand up and down your back, goosebumps erupting on your skin despite his insane body heat. Charles slowly tipped you over, hovering above you as he pulled out of your warm heat. Brushing his knuckle over your cheek as he smiled down at you. Arthur tossed him his handkerchief, wiping your folds clean, well as clean as you could be. 

“Wait.” Arthur said, stopping Charles as he went to wipe himself clean of your juices. “Let me.” Arthur got down on his hands and knees, heat spiking in your belly as he took Charles into his mouth. 

Charles hissed, overstimulated from his mouth as he cleaned him of your juices. His hand threading through Arthur’s hair, tugging slightly on his locks. 

“Just couldn’t let it go to waste.” He hummed, smirking up at Charles. Charles huffed, rolling his eyes as a smile tugged on his lips. 

“Sure you couldn’t.” He mumbled, wrapping his palm around Arthur’s neck before he pulled him into a kiss. You smiled, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through your body as you laid back on the blanket. Sighing contently as you ran your hands over your naked body. “Think we wore her out.” Charles chuckled, grabbing his pants as he shimmied into them.

“You’d be right.” You hummed, closing your eyes as you basked in the afterglow, raising your hand to cover the sun shining through your eyelids. You felt someone- Arthur- lay down beside you. His skin slightly damp with sweat as he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. Although you doubted you smelt like anything other than sweat and sex. Charles joined the two of you, wrapping his body around yours, his hand splayed across your lower belly. Gently running his thumb over your skin.

“I love you.” You said softly, speaking to both of them.

“We love you too, missus.” 

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PT1: Headcanons(SFW) How dating Tokio Hotel would be like

Notes; I started crying while listening to Mockingbird by Emniem, so I decided to finish this

•Since I already did a seperate Bill post, his section is shorter(😢😢)

•This is bordering NSFW, some mentions of sex

•Sorry I was gone for a while, I was busy w/ helping around the house+some other personal things

•Enjoy, much love!💜💜

Tom Kaulitz

•With Tom, he thinks you're a godsend. He won't even breathe near another woman again if it means you smile at him.

•He just loves you so much. You've totally stopped his playful, flirty personality towards other women.(not towards you)

•Y'alls relationship is spontaneous, fun, laughter-filled, and light-hearted.

•^And I quote, he "doesn't like girls who overthink."

•No doubt he jump-scares you everytime you come out of the bathroom, crossing a wall corner, or tired and dazed and having Tom breathe on the back of your neck while falling asleep.

•Flirty & inside-joke pet names!!!

•^I can imagine Tom staring at you whilst you sleep👁👁. You wake up and turn your head, and see Tom wide-eye staring at you not expecting to be caught.

•^ I wouldn't blame you if you got scared or shy. Or both!

•Tom loves food. Cooking, ehh, not so much.. You, cooking? YES! You, cooking for him? HE WANTS TO MARRY YOU AND BE BURIED TOGETHER💗💗.

•^ If you can cook, or bake, or both, he has heart eyes rn😻. He will devour anything(including you😘), but your food he actually cherishes and enjoys, feeling grateful and blessed you and your skills.

•He will make a song about and/or w/ you. Singing into the mic while he plays guitar on stage, standing close to him, making eye contact.

•Y'all know that thing he does w/ his guitar? Yeah, he does it with intentions of doing that to you tonight. If you're in the crowd, he makes eye contact and licks his lips, letting his mind run wild.

•He kisses you any chance he gets, any body part.

•^On your neck while your head is turned? No problem!

•^On your hand while stretching it behind your head? Yeah, he loves it.

•^On your lips while your venting to him if your stressed? Sure!

•He will never not do it.

Imagine

Sitting on his lap while he softly plays guitar, dozing you to sleep.

He hums along with the beat, and notices the extra weight on his chest. He sees you sleeping, and a smile erupts onto his face. He doesn't move a muscle, enjoying this special moment with you.

After a couple of moments, he does slowly grab his phone from his pants pocket and snapping a(or about 20) picture of you.

Bill Kaulitz

•He loves physical affection, and will hug and touch you at every moment.

•He loves you, and your attention!!!!!

•He loves praise, but praise from you?? His clothes are off.

•Honestly anything from and about you is just so... He just loves you and your being and everything.

•If you have color-treated hair or a texture which you have to take special care of it, Bill is learning how to help you ASAP.

•If you read or write, Bill loves reading w/ you, and honestly just endorsing your hobbies+skills.

•(I saw a similar idea to this on Tiktok) If you both have stuffies, he makes them be both of y'alls kids to take care of, feed, and bathe. Turns them away from the bed whenever when it's the adults alone time🙈.

•Romantic pet names.

Imagine

Laying next to Bill in bed, both of you just staring up at the ceiling, extremely tired after today's events of being on stage.

You feel Bill's hands creep around your waist, you now becoming the little spoon. Bill places his mouth close to your ear, and whispers softly, knowing your close to a nice night of sleep,

"Goodnight, schatz."

Gustav Schäfer

•This wonderful man is loving, romantic, and soo sweet😻.

•He loves holding your hand, and just feeling your body on him(take it any way you want to)

•He loves dancing w/ you, holding your body close and spinning you around, feeling the rhythm of the song.

•I'm tryna keep it clean in this post, but DAMN. This man's muscles, he can and will use it for helping you w/ heavy lifting, grabbing you, picking you up on his shoulder, advantages in bed, stamina, anything to be honest.

•He is a bit submissive, wanting to keep you close to him so doing anything and everything for you is a daily part of this man's life.

•Y'all saw that clip where he took his shirt off on stage? Yeah, you tried to do that once(if you wanna be apart of the band, idk), lil bro gave you the death stare and a little more in the bedroom later that night❗

•Look, he may be nice, but if someone deserves to be judged, Gustav is gonna judge.

•You and Gustav shit talk and give certain people the stank face if they deserve it, laughing about it later on🤝🏻.

•If you have a large family, siblings, or relatives in general, he will want to put on his best impression for them! Shaking hands, bringing a side, dressing up nice, being the most polite he's ever been, all or you🤗.

Imagine

Gustav is in the gym working out, without a shirt, and he catches your eye. You admire him flexing and working his muscles. He decides to act like you aren't staring and does extra reps, pushups, and lifts more than what he usually does.

He spills some water on his face on purpose, and uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe it off his chin🥰.

Georg Listing

•The first thing this guy notices about you is your body. A literal quote.🙈

"The first thing I notice about a girl is her butt!"

•He loves your shape and size, curves and crevices, marks, scars, pimples, scabs, whatever makes you, you.

•He loves your laugh! He's always cracking jokes and laughing w/ you.

•He will admire your body in bed, seeing it covered in a sheen of sweat, in all of it's beauty and kisses all over your skin, feeling blessed and grateful that you chose him to be your boyfriend!

•He loves taking care of you, and you love taking care of him(you better), so making eachother breakfast, giving eachother daily vitamins or medicine, all of that.

•MOVIE. DATE. NIGHTS. Cuddling up on the couch w/ popcorn and candy, sharing a warm blanket and falling asleep not in 1 hour in. He ignores the movie and probably falls asleep admiring your peaceful face.

Imagine

Georg usually wakes up earlier than you, being a early-bird. So, with that, he either makes or buys you breakfast, ordering your favorite drink and items, ordering stuff for him and the others too.

When he gets back and your still asleep(damn), he softly wakes you up, holding back a "awe" at your sleepy face, setting down the drink and food on the nightstand, getting into bed w/you, and talking about anything and everything.

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Taglist;

@ilovebill-and-gustav

@doll-bite

•I love these sm!!!

•Much love!💜💜

[volturiprincess]

How'd the guards react if they caught reader wearing a pheromone perfume?

Sorry for the long await, I been going through a little writers block but its coming back. I hope this makes up for it💙 (I quiet liked writing Felix's part😁)

What Are You Doing To Me?

Warnings: some mentions of smut (kind of)

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Felix:

As his mischief little mate (hehe poor fe, i love to have reader mess with him and Demetri and on occasion Alec🤭) you wanted to test something new with him

Two sprays later (the second for luck) of this perfume he goes absolutely feral over it 

Like his animalistic side comes out instantly (I’m picturing his face when he’s pinning down Eggward in New Moon, gosh do I love that scene of the handsome giant)

Pupils are dilating the minute he catches a scent of it, there so dilated that you can't even see the wine red in his eyes anymore 

Has you against the nearest wall when he catches you

Leaning his face dangerously close to your neck inhaling your scent

If he wasn't as feral before, well you better realize he is 100x more worse now

“How dare you walk around smelling like my next meal, hmmm little lamb?” (basically purrs it out into your neck, creating such a deep shiver that ran down your whole body)

With that he tosses you over his muscular shoulder carrying you off to your shared bedroom

He will not let you leave his arms 

He has envelop you in his arms with his nose buried into your neck 

Will lick,kiss, suck every inch of expose neck he can get his lips on to taste this new scent of yours 

He won't dare let you go for hours, even if it's time to feed, you basically have to pry and beg him to go feed or he won't go

He will ask you to only wear it when you two are alone or planning to be in your shared room all day (or during you know when😏)

Again absolutely feral, a total animal 

Demetri:

Could basically hear your cute little giggles as you are applying this perfume when he is waiting for you for your date night

Not expecting his darling to be up to something he is totally cut off guard when you walk out the bathroom with the most intoxicating but oh so addicting smell that his nose has the honor to be blessed with

Before you can even say your ready, you are pinned on the bed with him on top of you smelling you from head to toe (he does not have a foot fetish, my casanova is not like that, he’s classy)

He does this multiple times to memorize this smell and to make sure his nose is not deceiving him

“What kind of spell have you set on me, mi dulce niña?”

Basically starts to worship your body with small delicate kisses on any exposed skin he finds (as he should, why did that give me goosebumps?)

Each kiss results a deep inhale of your scent 

Unlike Felix, he is controlling his savage side so he does ravage you here and there so soon 

He wants to take his time and enjoy this 

Good luck trying to leave the bedroom because he won't let you until the smell is complete off your body (which takes days since you might of applied a bit to many sprays thinking at first it was not doing anything)

Alec:

The way you can make this vamp contemplate his whole existence still after he’s been around for so long never fails to amuse you 

Today you decided to mess with him 

After convincing Heidi to go shopping with you for this perfume you started to form a plan 

As your getting all ready for him you make your way with the perfume already on to him

You knew he was currently in the Volturi lounge area with the others 

You walk in and all four heads snap your way instantly

Alec’s as if on cue was at your side guiding you away from everyone else quickly 

He doesn't say a word until you are outside 

A little confused as to why he choose outside he turned to you with one of the most pissed off looks to ever exist 

Thinking he’s going to scold you (something you gotten used to but have a hard time taking him seriously when he looks so hot mad)

“Why? Why would you torture me like this?”

You're taken back by his question, are you really torturing him? I mean kind off, you were messing with him with putting this perfume on but at the same time you love to mess with him

Even though he looks pissed beyond pissed, you can tell he is holding himself back which is surprising since you know he is the first to react with his instincts during confrontations 

He just watches you with a scowl, it's almost amusing to see him ‘mad’ 

But with you being you and not knowing the whole effect you have on him he sighs and pulls you into his arms 

Thinking it's just a simple hug, he buries his face into your neck and tightens his grip on you slightly (not enough to hurt you obviously) 

To say he likes it is an understatement, he fucking loves it 

Oh you two remain outside for hours in this position, no words are exchange just his beautiful face buried in your neck, mesmerizing the scent down to the root of it 

When ever you do ware this he will take you outside where nobody will be able to smell you but him (possessive much)

Jane:

Where do I even start with this 

Jane was off on a mission and due to come back soon so you thought this was the perfect time to try out the perfume

You waited for her on the little bench built into the wall staring outside the window in your guy’s shared chambers 

You knew her along with the other three were coming back today because jane promised you 

She never breaks promises about her returns 

Soon enough she was back but you were lost in thought that you didn't even see her enter the room to be standing next to you

She grabbed your jaw tilting your head up towards her 

You can see how her pupils dilating 

Confused as to what is happening to her and about to ask her a question 

She leans her face into your neck 

You freeze for a minute until you feel her relax into you 

She literally melts into you, molds even in a way 

You felt yourself melt also as you don't dare interrupt her moment of softness 

She whispers a small “You smell nice, you need to wear this when I am coming back from mission from now on”

“Of course my little dabria”

And you do obey her because you know when she comes back from a mission she always seems a bit stiffer than usual, knowing you can calm her down makes you want to buy 20 more bottles of the perfume

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★ MR. ALL AMERICAN | LS2

Scenario: in which max verstappens little sister thought she was doing a good job hiding her relationship from her older brother, but the hard launch isn’t surprising to him.

Pairing: logan sargeant x fem!verstappen!reader

A/N: guys i love logan sargeant sm, and this requests was super cute and fun to make. enjoy!! 🫶🏻

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yn_verstappen just a late night track walk…plus a silly little picture of max since the max girlies in my comments are begging me for it

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formulamax HELP i feel so called out by the caption

grillthegridddddd slide three? 🤨 who is that yn?

⤷ rizzciardo me thinks logan sargeant

⤷ norrizzlando nah that doesn’t look that much like logan

⤷ sargeantformula IT LOOKS LIKE HIM BUT DOESNT AT THE SAME TIME

⤷ supermax33 maybe it’s max?

maxverstappendefender yn feeding us once more. thank you @/yn_verstappen

⤷ yn_verstappen your welcome 😌

⤷ sargeantformula riddle me this is that logan sargeant? pls answer i have to know

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yn_verstappen just enjoying the view (oh and a beach and logan’s friend is there)

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logansargeant idk i’d say my view was better

⤷ yn_verstappen of course you would (ilysm)

formulasargeant i would kill to know what max’s response to this was LMAOO

⤷ mv33lvr he’s definitely fed up LMAO

oscarpiastri this is not the post i expected from you, yn.

⤷ yn_verstappen i’m sorry i’ll do better

⤷ maxverstappen1 no you won’t

⤷ yn_verstappen yeah youre right i won’t.

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f1girlie YN FEEDING US LOGAN CONTENT 👏 logan girlies please rise

godblessls2 MOTHER IS MOTHERING - thank you for the content, yn

sargeantformula GIRL did you edit logan’s shirt in that soft launch? 😭 you were working hard trying to make it less obvious

⤷ yn_verstappen HELP no one has to know i did that

formulasargeant Who else saw logan’s post of yn

⤷ ynswife BRO SHES SO FINE HELP ME i did not expect to be blessed with yn in a bikini today

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the missing melody ♪

part 3 previous

pairing : franco colapinto x singer!reader

faceclaim : various people!

summary: Y/N announces exciting news, keeping her fans buzzing. Restless, she spends the night awake and finds comfort in a late-night call with Franco, who has to hang up for race day. The next morning, nerves and excitement fill her as she worries about Franco after his crash during the Brazilian Grand Prix. Despite only knowing him for a month, Y/N is falling for him and decides to surprise him in Las Vegas for the next race, reflecting on their growing connection as she rushes to catch her flight.

warnings : some singers do not exist in this au since i might take their songs!

y/n's mini album playlist - its on spotify

note : lowk do not know if this fits well since i wrote it awhile back an i dont feel like rereading it lol.

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username1 I WILL CRY ON THE FLOOR. FEED US PLEASE.

username2 Manifesting that mini album like it's my full-time job.

username4 Feed us, we’re starving!

username6 Sooo we’re about to be fed AND blessed, I’m here for it.

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Y/N set her phone down after reading through the overwhelming flood of comments and DMs pouring in. Her fans were ecstatic, begging her to release the mini album as soon as possible.

With her laptop open on the kitchen counter, she stared at the six tracks she’d poured her heart into over the past couple weeks. The raw emotions, the late nights, the breakthroughs—each song held a piece of her story.

“Alright,” she muttered to herself, clicking open her notes app. “If I’m doing this, it needs to make sense.”

She scribbled down the track names, numbering them in various orders. Should she start with the vulnerable acoustic ballad that mirrored her hiatus? Or lead with the upbeat anthem that felt like a comeback?

As she toyed with different combinations, a thought crossed her mind. Franco had been listening to her yap recently about ideas—maybe he could help her settle on a title. She grabbed her phone and typed out a quick message.

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After texting Franco and finalizing the album title ‘Breathe Again’, Y/N sets her phone down, letting out a long sigh as she takes a moment to reflect. The decision felt right, the title capturing a sense of renewal and strength that she had been channeling throughout the past few weeks. She leans back in her chair, eyes drifting toward the window where the soft, golden glow of the evening sun filters through the curtains. It was quiet in her house, the only sound was the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

Her mind drifts to the photos she had taken recently—images that had been a source of inspiration for her mini album. She pulls up the gallery on her phone, scrolling through the collection. Each photo had a story, a memory, or a feeling attached to it. There were shots of early morning fog clinging to the trees outside her home, a few candid pictures from when she had visited the beach, the wind tugging at her hair, and others of her walking through empty streets at dusk, feeling as if the world was holding its breath with her.

Y/N smiles to herself as her fingers gently tap the screen to select the photo. It wasn’t extravagant, not a dramatic moment or a flashy pose, but it held something far more meaningful. The photo was taken from the back seat of a moving car, capturing just the view through the window. Outside, the trees sped past in a blur, their shapes dissolving into streaks of green and brown as the car moved along. The only thing visible in the shot was the natural world unfolding outside, with no sign of her face, just her silhouette as she sat quietly in the back. There was something serene about the image, the simplicity of being in motion, surrounded by nature, yet detached from everything else. It was the kind of photo that spoke to her journey of healing—about moving forward, even when it felt like the world was rushing by. It was real, and it felt right for the album’s theme of finding peace and strength amidst the chaos. And of course, with a little twist of falling for someone new.

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Y/N sank into the couch, clutching her phone as her thoughts raced. She scrolled past Franco’s name a dozen times, debating whether to call him or let him rest. But she couldn’t shake the jittery excitement coursing through her. The album was dropping in a few hours, and her nerves were impossible to ignore. She knew she wouldn’t sleep tonight, but maybe hearing his voice would help.

After a deep breath, she tapped his name, and the phone began to ring. It didn’t take long for him to answer, his familiar voice warm and slightly amused.

start of phone call

“Hola, trouble,” he greeted, his accent making her smile. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Not even close,” she admitted with a laugh. “It’s dropping in the morning, Franco. I don’t know if I’m excited, terrified, or both.”

“Both is good,” he said. “It means you care. But we talked about this—‘Breathe Again’ is perfect. It’s going to be amazing.”

Y/N felt a small rush of gratitude at his confidence. He’d been there when she’d been agonizing over the title, encouraging her to go with something that truly reflected her journey.

“You really think so?” she asked, fiddling with the hem of her sweatshirt.

“I know so,” Franco said firmly. “You’ve been working on this for weeks. People are going to love it. Plus, you have me hyping it up from the pit lane.”

She laughed, imagining him sneaking mentions of her album into post-race interviews. “I’m holding you to that,” she teased.

“Done. So, what’s keeping you up? Overthinking or too much caffeine?”

“Both,” she admitted, slumping further into the couch. “And maybe a little imposter syndrome.”

“Stop that,” Franco said immediately. “You’re Y/N L/N. You’re a badass. Remember what I told you—this album isn’t about perfection; it’s about being real. And that’s why it’s going to hit people in the heart.”

His words felt like a balm, calming her just enough to breathe easier. She shifted the conversation to him, not wanting to hog all the attention. “What about you? Are you ready for tomorrow?”

“Always,” Franco replied. “But race day nerves are a thing, even for me.”

“You? Nervous? I don’t buy it,” she teased.

“Okay, maybe not nervous,” he admitted. “But it’s Brazil. The crowd is insane. The energy is next level. It’s like racing in the middle of a concert.”

“That sounds amazing,” she said, a bit wistfully. “You’re lucky you get to experience that.”

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, their conversation bouncing between her album and his race. She told him about the meaning behind some of the tracks and how each song reflected a piece of her journey. He asked thoughtful questions, like, “Which song was the hardest to write?” and “How do you know when a song is finished?”

“Honestly, sometimes I don’t,” Y/N confessed. “It’s like I have to force myself to stop tweaking things and just let it be.”

“That’s like racing,” Franco said. “At some point, you have to trust what you’ve done and just go for it.”

When the focus shifted to him, Franco painted a vivid picture of the upcoming race, describing the challenges of the track and how the high altitude affected the car’s performance.

“Do you ever get scared?” Y/N asked, genuinely curious.

“Not really,” he said. “But there’s always this moment at the start, right before the lights go out, where everything feels... still. Like the world’s holding its breath. And then it’s chaos.”

“That sounds intense,” she said, shivering at the thought.

“It is,” Franco said with a grin in his voice. “But it’s also the best feeling in the world.”

Eventually, their conversation turned playful, almost like a round of 21 questions.

“What’s your go-to comfort food?” she asked

“Dulce de leche on everything,” he replied. “Yours?”

“Hot Cheetos,” she said.

“Figures,” Franco teased. “Classic Gen Z choice.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Dulce de Leche. What’s your most embarrassing moment?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” he groaned. “Waving back at someone who wasn’t waving at me. You know when you’re sure it’s for you, and it’s not?”

“I’ve done that!” Y/N laughed so hard she nearly dropped her phone. “It’s the worst.”

“And yours?” he prompted.

“Tripping on stage during a show,” she admitted, cringing at the memory. “I tried to play it off, but it was so obvious.”

“They probably thought it was part of the act,” Franco offered.

“Sure, let’s go with that,” she said with a chuckle.

The hour flew by, their laughter and easy conversation making time feel irrelevant. But eventually, Franco’s voice grew softer, a sign that fatigue was catching up to him.

“I hate to say this, but I need to sleep,” he said reluctantly. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, though she wished the call didn’t have to end. “Thanks for staying up with me.”

“Always,” Franco said warmly. “Good luck tomorrow. You’re going to crush it.”

“Good luck to you, too,” she replied. “I’ll be watching.”

“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” he said softly.

“Night, Franco.”

As the call ended, Y/N leaned back into the couch, her heart full and her mind a little calmer.

Y/N set her alarm for 9:00 a.m., double-checking it twice to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally sleep through the morning. The thought of her mini album finally releasing had her stomach flipping with a mix of excitement and nerves, but she tried to push it aside as she made her way to her room.

Once inside, she flicked on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the space, and began her nightly routine. She changed into an oversized t-shirt and soft pajama shorts, tying her hair into a loose bun before settling on the edge of her bed. The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen, but her thoughts were anything but calm.

Her mind wandered, inevitably landing on Franco. A small smile crept across her face as she thought about their conversation earlier. The sound of his voice, his confident yet playful encouragement, the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say—it all made her chest feel warm and fluttery.

She leaned back against her headboard, hugging a pillow to her chest as she allowed herself to dwell on him a little longer. He made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a while: excitement, not just about her work or her music, but about life. It was like seeing the world in brighter colors.

Y/N chuckled softly to herself, the sound breaking the quiet of the room. “I feel like a teenager in high school,” she whispered, shaking her head at how giddy she felt. It was silly, but it was true. The butterflies, the overthinking, the random smiles at nothing—it was like she was back in her teenage years, crushing on someone in secret.

Without thinking, she reached for the notebook she always kept on her nightstand. It was her sanctuary, a place where her thoughts and feelings often turned into lyrics. Grabbing a pen, she opened it to a fresh page, the faint scent of paper filling the air.

She tapped the pen against her lip, thinking for a moment, then wrote the words: I feel so high school. The simplicity of it made her smile. It wasn’t a complete lyric yet, just a fragment, but it captured the light, bubbly feeling she couldn’t quite shake.

As she stared at the words, her mind raced with possibilities. Could this be another song? A hidden track someday? She didn’t know yet, but for now, it was enough to capture the moment.

Setting the notebook aside, she turned off the lamp and slid under the covers. Even in the dark, her mind refused to quiet, replaying memories of their conversations and imagining what tomorrow might bring.

alarm ringing

At the first ring of her alarm, Y/N's eyes snapped open, her body still heavy with the exhaustion of staying up late. She groaned, disoriented, not quite believing it was already 9:00 a.m. She had barely gotten any sleep, but she had set her alarm on instinct, knowing she couldn’t afford to sleep in.

She rolls over in bed, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains as she reaches for her phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up, briefly blinding her sleepy eyes. After a quick glance at the time, she unlocks it with a practiced swipe of her thumb. Her fingers hover over the screen, lingering for a moment as she debates if she should text him.

Even though she’s just woken up, the thought of Franco crosses her mind immediately. She imagines him at the paddock, likely already in the midst of the buzzing race-day chaos. He’s probably shaking hands with fans, posing for pictures, or answering rapid-fire questions from broadcasters surrounded by the wet air, with heavy rain drenching everything in sight. It’s his element, and the image of him—calm and confident—makes her smile softly to herself.

With a small sigh, she decides to text him. The familiar sound of her keyboard clicking under her fingers fills the quiet room as she starts typing. She keeps it casual but thoughtful, knowing how hectic his day must be.

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Y/N grabs the cereal box from the counter, pouring herself a bowl as she leans back into the couch. The screen of her phone is flashing with notifications about the album release, but it’s still too early to press "send" on her post. She needs a distraction. She hits play on the F1 broadcast, just in time to hear the pre-race chatter about the rain in Brazil. She can't help but smile a little, feeling the excitement of the race season.

The soft sound of the cereal crunching is the only thing that fills the room for a moment, and Y/N stares at the clock, watching the seconds tick by. She scrolls through her phone, making last-minute adjustments to her album post while keeping one eye on the screen. The F1 broadcast is so familiar, comforting almost, with its chaotic energy that she missed during her time off.

"Weather looks like a mess today, but that’s just Brazil for you," the commentator says, bringing her back to the present. Y/N tilts her head, thoughts still racing, but everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion. She absentmindedly stirs her cereal, her finger hovering over her phone screen, ready to post when the time comes.

The race begins, and she can't help but feel a little nervous energy bubble up—Franco’s out there, racing in the rain, a place where anything could happen. She bites her lip, watching as the cars race off, feeling oddly connected to the moment.

A few laps in, the race is going as expected—intense, slick, unpredictable. The camera zooms in on Franco’s car, and Y/N leans forward, a smile creeping onto her face. She knows he’s got this. He’s in his element.

Then, just as Y/N hits the "post" button to announce the album's release, her phone rings with a loud buzz. The commentator's voice breaks through the moment: “Red flag for Colapinto. It’s a big crash, and we’re going to have to pause the race for now.”

Y/N freezes.

The spoon she was holding clatters softly onto the table. Her heartbeat hammers in her chest as she replays the words over and over. "Red flag... for Colapinto..." She slowly turns toward the screen, eyes scanning the faces of the team members and the rain-soaked track.

She stops breathing for a moment. The bad weekend, the tense race conditions, all of it flashes through her mind. "Please be okay, please be okay," she mutters under her breath, her fingers nervously typing a quick message to Franco. She barely registers the notification from her album release going live.

franco’s pov

The world was spinning. Or maybe it wasn’t—the car had stopped moving. Franco’s ears were ringing as he leaned his head back against the seat, staring at the rain-splattered visor of his helmet. He could hear muffled voices in his ears, the panicked chatter from his engineer cutting through the haze.

“Franco! Are you okay? Talk to us!”

He groaned softly, wincing as he shifted in his seat. His body ached, but nothing felt broken. That was good, right? Definitely a good sign.

“Yeah,” he rasped, voice cracking as he reached for the release on his harness. “I’m... I’m okay.”

The marshals were already there, waving frantically as they helped him climb out of the car. The rain was relentless, soaking through his suit as soon as his feet hit the asphalt. Franco glanced back at what was left of his car—a crumpled mess of blue and white—and let out a shaky breath.

“Well,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his damp hair, “guess that’s my day done.”

He turned away, his mind already jumping to the list of people he’d have to reassure. The team, his family, her.

Especially her.

y/n’s pov

Y/N was still glued to the TV, her cereal now soggy and forgotten in the bowl next to her. The commentators were running through the replay of Franco’s crash for the fifth time, slow motion showing every agonizing second as his car spun out and slammed into the barriers.

She wasn’t breathing. At least, it felt like she wasn’t breathing. Her leg bounced nervously, her nails digging into the edge of the couch.

“Get up,” she whispered, eyes locked on the screen as they finally cut to a live shot of Franco stepping out of the car. She let out a loud, relieved breath, slumping back against the cushions. “Thank god.”

Her phone buzzed, the flood of notifications from her album release catching her attention. Fans were posting their reactions—excited, emotional, over-the-top—but it barely registered.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, finally remembering that her album was live. She glanced at the clock. It was 10:15 AM. She’d been so caught up in the race—and Franco’s crash—that she hadn’t even checked her post or seen the reactions.

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yourusername i don’t even know where to start... breathe again is finally here. 💙

this mini album is more than just music—it’s a piece of my heart. it’s the moments where i didn’t think i’d make it, the nights i didn’t recognize myself, and the mornings i fought to find the light again. it’s about falling apart and learning how to pick up the pieces, one deep breath at a time. and its about something else… you’d have to listen to find out!

thank you for waiting for me, for letting me figure out who i am again. thank you for giving me the space to come back when i was ready.

this isn’t just my album—it’s ours. i hope these songs make you feel seen, heard, and held.

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username3 so who's ‘enchanted’ about????????? y/n?????? Hello?????

username4 my neighbors are about to become fans. I don't care how early it is right now.

username5 “i just wanted you to know that this is me trying” EXCUSE ME???? DID YOU JUST STAB ME?!?!?!

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Her phone buzzed again, but it wasn’t Franco. It was just more notifications—more comments, more fans reaching out. The sheer volume of it all made her head spin. She hadn’t expected this much of a reaction. She had known people would listen, but this... it felt like she was being swallowed whole by it all. It was overwhelming, but in a way, it felt like something she couldn’t escape.

She switched her attention back to the TV screen. The commentators were still talking about the crash. They kept replaying the moment over and over, and each time it made her heart stop.

He wasn’t just some driver on the track anymore. He was someone she thought about when the lights went out and when the world got too loud. He was someone she’d shared enough moments with to make the thought of him hurt more than it should.

A few minutes later, the screen showed an image of Franco being helped off the track, his helmet now off, but his expression unreadable. Her heart dropped. She could see the rain, the puddles on the track, the chaos unfolding around him. The scene was chaotic, yet there he was, walking under his team’s support, keeping his head down.

She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, feeling that familiar mix of protective instinct and helplessness. This was part of the life he’d chosen, the one where every race had that potential risk of danger. But it never made it easier to watch.

The announcer’s voice broke through her thoughts: "Franco Colapinto, unfortunately, out of the race today due to a crash. He’s been taken to the medical center for precautionary checks, but we’re hearing that he’s okay. We’ll keep you updated."

The relief hit her like a wave, but it didn’t take away the gnawing worry that lingered. She needed to know how he was doing, but there was nothing more she could do right now. He was out of the race, and all she could do was wait for more updates.

She leaned back in the couch and closed her eyes, letting the sound of the race drown out everything else for a moment. It was the only thing that grounded her right now. Everything else—her music, her career, the fans, the pressure—it all felt like it was spinning out of control. But here, in this moment, at least she had this connection to him, even if it was distant.

Her phone buzzed again, and this time, she didn’t hesitate. She reached for it, a small part of her hoping it would be a message from Franco himself, something that would assure her he was okay. Instead, it was a reminder for her album launch, a simple notification to congratulate her on hitting another milestone in the release.

She sighed. The world kept turning, no matter how she felt.

In that moment, Y/N realized something she hadn’t truly thought about until now: the music had always been her escape, her way of telling her story without saying a word. But now, with the album out there and the weight of her feelings laid bare for the world to hear, it felt like she had no choice but to face those emotions head-on.

And maybe, just maybe, the chaos of everything—whether it was the race, Franco, or the pressure of fame—was part of her healing. The only way out was through.

She let the sounds of the race continue to wash over her, trying to block out the weight of her thoughts. But, in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder what Franco was doing, how he was feeling, and if he had listened to the album. Would he know that, even without his name, there was a piece of him in her songs?

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside, and refocused on the race. She wasn’t going to let anything distract her from this moment, from this connection to him—no matter how small or distant it seemed.

For now, she just needed to breathe again.

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Franco sat in the quiet of the race room, still processing the crash. The team had been struggling all weekend with car issues, and when he lost control on lap 34, it all fell apart. His body still ached from the impact, his head spinning from the sudden stop, but it wasn’t the physical pain that lingered the most—it was the frustration, the disappointment.

He had been so close to making it through the race. But now, he was sitting in the aftermath, forced to watch the race unfold from a room that felt more like a holding cell than a place of recovery. Alex had been out of the race from the start, unable to even take his place on the grid. It had been a tough weekend for the Williams team—nothing had gone right.

Franco’s phone buzzed again, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. He picked it up, seeing the message from Y/N still there, her words jumping out at him:

"I’m so worried right now. please tell me you're ok. I can't stop thinking about you."

Franco leaned back in the chair, reading Y/N’s message again. He had just crashed on lap 34, and the weight of the race day was starting to sink in, but Y/N’s message made his heart race in a completely different way.

Franco blinked, his stomach doing that familiar flip. Why does she always make me feel like this? he thought, slightly flustered. It wasn’t like they were dating or anything—he could never figure out where they stood—but damn, that little “thinking about you” was enough to make his face go hot.

He quickly wiped his hands on his pants, trying to hide the small blush creeping up his neck. Okay, focus... he thought, but the message was making it hard to do so.

Finally, he decided to keep things light, adding a bit of humor to ease the tension.

After sending her last text to Franco, Y/N sat back, a soft smile spreading across her face. The worry was still there, of course. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. But at least she knew he was okay, which brought her some comfort.

Still, it wasn’t enough. She felt the itch to do something, to show him she cared in a bigger way, to really surprise him. He’d been through so much lately, and she was determined to be there for him.

She grabbed her phone again, not wasting any time.

Y/N let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. It was on. She was going to make it happen.

She quickly found the first flight to Las Vegas, and within minutes, the ticket was booked. There was no turning back now. The clock was ticking, and she needed to get on the plane before Franco.

With the flight confirmed, she tossed a few things into a bag—comfortable clothes, her phone charger, and the essentials—and headed out to the airport.

The nerves hit her as she drove, but it was nothing compared to the excitement bubbling inside. Franco wouldn’t see this coming. She just hoped she’d get the reaction she was hoping for when she showed up to surprise him.

It wasn’t just about being there for the race, it was about being there for him—letting him know that she cared more than just as a fan or a friend.

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Y/N sat at the airport gate, her eyes scanning the crowd as she waited for her flight to Las Vegas. It was just the calm before the storm—her flight didn’t leave for another hour, and Franco wouldn’t be arriving until the morning. She had the night to herself, time to reflect before everything became a whirlwind.

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the texts from earlier with Franco. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of excitement wash over her. They’d only known each other for a month, but in that short time, she’d found herself thinking about him more than she cared to admit. Their connection had been instant, easy, and now, here she was—ready to surprise him in Las Vegas.

She felt a mix of excitement and nerves. The truth was, she hadn’t seen him since Austin, and while their time together had been brief, there was something about him that made her want to take the plunge, do something a little crazy. The more she thought about it, the more this whole surprise felt right.

Tonight was about anticipation. She had hours before she’d see him again, and as much as she was looking forward to the reunion, she couldn’t help but think about how weird it was that they hadn’t had much time together yet. There was still so much to learn, so much they hadn’t experienced. But for now, this surprise—coming to Las Vegas to greet him—was her way of taking a chance.

With a deep breath, she snapped out of her thoughts. She’d be in Vegas soon, and before long, she’d be face to face with him. And that made her heart race with a mix of excitement and nerves. She couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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I finally typed the silly Shane x ♀Reader I had in my notebook for weeks.

It's an accidental voyeurism tale of what happens when you try to check in on newlyweds.

Warnings: NSFW/Accidental Voyeurism/Swearing

Small extract:

‘They’re still at it.’ ‘Abby, get down, we shouldn’t be watching.’ ‘You can stop watching, but I know you want me to narrate.’ She laughs, without being contradicted. Penny slowly joins her. ‘Aw, her wedding dress is on the floor.’ She says, as she sees your hastily discarded garment. Hopefully from where she is, she cannot see the tears, other snatched laces, and even teeth marks Shane left on your dress as you finally arrived in your now conjugal bed. 

Pretty tamed, and honestly? I wrote it back then especially for the lame joke at the end. A fun small read.

Ao3 version up here, and Tumblr version under the cut.

Picture of the incriminating notebook I write quick smuts in. You'd never guess.

‘The wedding was great, wasn’t it?’ Following an idea of Mayor Lewis, the entirety of Pelican Town is heading to the farm. Better than admitting that he forgot to give you their wedding gift, he pretends he had planned to give it as a group the next day. ‘Why did we have to be so early though.’ Most young adults are recovering from the reception. ‘She’s a farmer, they’ll be up.’ ‘Anyone saw them leave the reception last night?’ Asks Marnie, Jas trailing behind in her hand. ‘They just up and disappeared, did they not?’ Shrugs Gus, a bit saddened the newlyweds didn’t stay long enough to try his new deviled eggs recipe. ‘From their own wedding reception, how rude.’ ‘Right, Pierre’ Laughs Caroline ‘ Like you cared at all while slumped over the bar.’ ‘Open bar, may I add. Right?’ He shouts to the back of the cohort. ‘Ugh, don’t scream like that, dad.’ ‘My head…’ Moans Sam, holding Vincent with a limp arm. ‘Nobody forced you to drink that much.’ Snaps Jodi. ‘It’s a wedding, of course we’ll drink. Wasn’t expecting to have to wake up with the chickens the very next day.’ Groans Sebastian, head in his hood. ‘Speaking of, pleasantly surprised by Shane not having a single drink.’ ‘Well Marnie, you know he’s not had a drink for ages. Besides, he was too busy with the farmer…’ ‘Lewis!’ ‘Heh, perhaps this is why they left “early”...’ No other sounds are heard apart from the slow steps of everyone in the dirt path. ‘What do you mean, Elliott?’ ‘Oh, Penny, bless your heart.’ ‘You know what’s..expected after a wedding, right?’ ‘Alex, we have actual kids here, pipe down.’ Some throats are being audibly cleared. ‘Speaking of…Do you think it’s a sensible idea to…’ Too late, they’re at your farm. The sun shines on all the bountiful crops. Bleatings and mooings can be heard. ‘Oh the poor things, sound like they’re hungry.’ Pities Marnie. ‘That’s not possible, she’s nothing but diligent on all the feedings and tending!’ They walk to your house. The dry soil makes them realize you’ve not watered anything yet. Bizarre. They’re used to more assiduousness in your daily tasks. Your pet’s water bowl is even empty. The younger villagers start snickering. ‘What’s so funny?’ Snaps Lewis. ‘I mean…’ Abigail starts, in between laughs. A heavy “thump” is heard from the house. ‘Surely they can’t be fighting. Already?’ ‘If they’re fighting, Shane’s winning.’ ‘Vincent! Get down that crate this instant!’ Loudly whispers Jodi, snatching her son from the window from which she takes a peek. ‘Oh.’

She quickly retreats, signing to everyone else to do the same. ‘What?’ A collective ‘Ooh.’ erupts from the crowd as they eventually understand. They’re quickly gone from your property. However the younger ones have a better idea. ‘That’s uh, impressive.’ Gulps Maru, lending her window view to the next one. ‘Your mom built them a squeaky bed.’ Jokes Sam to Seb, joining him by the window. ‘The sound of the bed is what shocks you? Not Shane’s… stamina?’ He retaliates. ‘If that’s what beer and pizza gives you, why am I bothering with eggs and training?’ Laments Alex, looking away. 

‘They’re still at it.’ ‘Abby get down, we shouldn’t be watching.’ ‘You can stop watching, but I know you want me to narrate.’ She laughs, without being contradicted. Penny slowly joins her. ‘Aw, her wedding dress is on the floor.’ She says, as she sees your hastily discarded garment. Hopefully from where she is, she cannot see the tears, other snatched laces, and even teeth marks Shane left on your dress as you finally arrived in your now conjugal bed. The mere mention of you finally being his wife was enough to drive him crazy, and he was going to show you how great he would be at disrespecting you each time you’d walk the threshold of your bedroom. ‘Hey Emily, when she comes to you for mending don’t judge her too harshly.’ Abby is finding the whole ordeal very amusing, and cannot stop peeking at the window. ‘Do you think they just came home, got themselves naked and just went at it?? And…Are like that since last night?’ Emily says back. ‘That’s not physically possible.’ Haley scoffs, trying to look disinterested, on her toes from the porch. ‘I mean, with breaks. I see wrappers on the floor and’ ‘Oh, fuck Abby can you stop scanning the whole room?’ ‘Seb wants your focus on the bed.’ Sam laughs. ‘Hey, hands where I can see them!.’ ‘I’m grabbing a cigarette, you perv.’ ‘We’re all pervs.’ States Emily. ‘And I’m the oldest here. I should tell you all to stop this.’

But they don’t. They stop talking, but it only accentuates the sounds coming from the poorly sealed window. Shane is grunting as he makes you squeal, beg. Your voice only ever muffled by his wet kisses. The level of your moans growing as he groans ‘You love that huh? Come on, cum again for your husband.’. He feels your inside clenching at his voice, the sole allusion that Shane is your husband makes you quiver. Knowing that this is your husband’s cock hard at work against your plushy walls, and that it belongs to Shane, is more than efficient to make you see stars and leak all over him.

‘He’s…really making our farmer scream isn’t he.’ ‘They both sound like they’re having a good time.’ ‘We should stop watching. Aw they’re holding hands.’ ‘Penny, only you and Abs are watching right now.’ Seb points, smoke escaping from his smirk. ‘We should have stopped twenty minutes ago! As the oldest I take responsibility and’ Emily was about to grab Abigail and Penny but is stopped by the view. ‘Who knew Shane was this…potent.’ ‘Isn’t there something quite enticing?’ Laughs Abigail, welcoming Emily at the window. ‘No’ She shakes her head. ‘It’s so wrong!’ ‘I think it’s the tenderness and the…’ ‘Roughness?’ ‘Girls, can you PLEASE stop analyzing our friends’ love making?’  Sam, Seb, and Alex are down the porch, hands in their pockets, looking away. ‘Wait, wait.’ Abby says. ‘He’s…Oh Yobba he’s a healthy man! He’s falling on her chest, she’s shaking..’

She describes your arms wrapping around Shane, sweat falling on his back and forehead, resting on your bare chest as he gave you yet another orgasm. You’re both trying to find a steady breath, but cannot resist each other's lips. ‘I love you.’ You whisper to your husband, his head on your forehead, looking straight into your satisfied eyes. You feel his exhausted cock twitch inside of you, as if the words were enough to start him again. ‘I…love you’ Shane says back in between breaths. ‘I love you so much.’ he repeats, his sweaty hair finding the warm groove of your neck. You feel his hot breath on your chest, the fast thumping of his heart against your damp skin. His hand on your breast, his lips peppering kisses on the soft skin of your throat as if to apologize for the rough teeth marks he left all over, that you will carry for days. Showing off that you belong to him. 

‘Haley what the fuck are you doing??’ ‘The lighting is too good.’ She quickly whispers, snapping a picture of your intertwined bodies, falling into bliss. ‘Never going to look at Shane the same way now.’ Says Maru who joined the herd of men, clearing her throat. ‘Can’t believe he hid that from us, from me! His favorite coworker!’ They all laugh as they finally leave the window. ‘He belongs to the farmer now anyway.’ ‘Lucky lady…’ Whispers Penny ‘Hopefully that won’t affect the farm, right?’ 

They all look around your farm. One day of negligence won’t really be of any harm. But they need something to clean their mind. ‘We owe it to them.’ Ventures Alex. ‘Yeah, that’s the least we can do.’ Joins Seb. But they stay a long time standing without looking at each others. ‘So, do we start?’ ‘Give us a second, Penny.’ After a while the door swings open. ‘Aah!’ they scream. Shane, coffee in hand, an old pair of joggers on his worn out body, appears on the porch. ‘Good…Morning?’ He starts in a raspy voice, surprised to see such a crowd. They all get flustered, stammering one after the other. Emily takes a deep breath and starts. ‘How’s your coffee?’ She shouts clumsily. ‘I mean, enjoying yourself? I mean, enjoying your coffee? Outside? What a glorious day.’ Shane looks at all the faces one by one. ‘Erm’ he starts. ‘Can I help you?’ ‘We’re here to give you two your wedding gift.’ ‘But Mayor Lewis has it.’ ‘And he left.’ Shane’s confusion grows as their malaise expands. ‘Ok.’ He laughs, leaning on the door’s frame, pulling some of his wild sweaty hair falling away from his content face. ‘Thanks for coming to the wedding, actually.’ ‘You left before we could even say congrats, man.’ Says Sam, faking being hurt. ‘Surely had an itch to scratch.’ ‘Sebastian shut up.’ ‘Right.’ Shane chuckles. ‘Sorry ‘bout that. Needed to rest and all.’ He clears his throat, sipping on his coffee. They laugh awkwardly, in false understanding, knowing fully well what had happened. ‘We thought you might need some help around the farm, after last nigh…evening.’ Maru says, keeping them all on track. ‘Yes!’ Excitedly pipes Haley. ‘That’s why we’re here, cause we certainly didn’t hear or see anything and.’ Emily slaps the back of her head before whispering. ‘You’re staring at his crotch.’ ‘Is everything ok, Love. Oh.’ You appear at the door, a bathrobe tightly around your waist. You’re about to remove your hands from Shane but swiftly remembers that you’re married, and he’s yours. Despite his clear and usual abhorrence of public display of affection, he grabs you by the waist, bringing you to his warm embrace. After all, you’re his wife, and they are the intruders. It’d be rude not to show you how proud of his wife Shane truly is. ‘They’re here to…help around the farm? If I got it right?’ They quickly nod. ‘You must be exhausted.’ ‘You’ve been very busy.’ ‘Very very very busy.’ ‘Guys!’ Maru snaps, blushing heavily. ‘I’m not against it.’ You say, your hand secretly rubbing Shane’s back. ‘I wouldn’t mind just… resting with my husband.’ You add, grabbing his firm buttocks in your needy hand. ‘Thanks guys.’ Shane swiftly says, pushing you back in and closing the door, rebecoming the animal he was all night. They exhale, more or less proud of themselves for keeping a straight face. ‘So uh, where do we start?’ ‘Do you think they’re at it again?’ Abigail laughs. ‘Surely not!’ They pause, looking away or at their feet. ‘That’s not love at this point.’ Says Sebastian, lighting another cigarette. ‘That’s just lust.’ ‘No no, it’s definitely love.’ ‘Abby how the fuck are you back at the window?!’ ‘Oh yeah, she loves Shane’s assets alright.’ ‘Sam for Yoba’s sake don’t join her. Can’t you do like Maru and Penny? They’re already gone feeding the sheep.’ ‘Is that a euphemism?’ Haley laughs, walking towards the farm, not making Emily laugh one bit.

They watch you as you show Shane, your husband, how appreciative you are of all he’s done for your body all night. You’re kneeling in front of him sitting on the bed, his joggers barely down, his rough hand holding your hair, grabbing your skull, as you slowly stroke him, your tongue playing, teasing, tasting him. He groans, impatient, his hand shaking on the back of your head. And you take him whole.

Outside the window, they gasp. ‘Well.’ Abby starts, a grin on her face. ‘Shane must be pleased that his wife…’ ‘Abby…’ ‘Knows her way…’ ‘Abs I swear to Yoba and all that is dear.’ ‘Around a cock!’

[vettelsdarling]

can you do an Instagram au with Charles x female tech CEO? (Like they're trying to keep it private.)

Thank you xx

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Lissie note... This was a great idea, I loved the CEO aspect, but couldn’t quite find the right pictures and timeline things couldn’t match up for something as grand as a tech CEO, but I really enjoyed writing this prompt and scouring Pinterest for fitting photos to use. Hope you enjoy anyway!!❤️

Few things to note:

Reader is from a rich and esteemed family, but she’s self made

Reader lives in Monaco

Reader is the CEO of a world renowned luxury brand based in Monaco

Charles and reader have been dating for a few years (Since reader’s college years and Charles’ early f1 years)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x CEO!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight cursing(?)

Playlist recommendation: 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗

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yourusername Thank you, @ voguemagazine. I had a lot of fun with this shoot and the interview— happy to do it again next year❤️

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user1 I literally GASP every time I see those interviews with her. How is anyone THAT gorgeous????

user2 I love her sm and she cares for women and the sick😭😭😭

user3 She’s so amazing, honestly

user4 Honestly the price of her brand is reasonable when you know a lot of the proceeds go to helping people in need❤️

user5 Hi gorgeous, tysm for the work you do❤️

user6 Did anyone notice Kika and Carmen👀 (f1 fans pls interact)

user7 I NOTICED IT TOO

user8 I’m an f1 fan but I genuinely don’t think this is anything big..? Probably just a coincidence that they both follow her. She’s literally got millions of followers so…

user9 @ user8 but didn’t you see how Giada and Isa also follow her?

user8 @ user9 Like I said, coincidence. I mean they’re all pretty big into fashion, no?

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charles_leclerc Blazer goes perfectly with my jewelry.

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user1 AHHH BLESSED MY FEED❤️❤️❤️

user2 I LOVE that blazer on him ughhh🙏

user3 Anyone know the brand?

user4 It looks a lot like @ yourbrandname and their newest collection

user3 How did I not notice thisssss

user5 Love that he’s supporting yourbrandname❤️❤️❤️

user6 He’s literally so dreamy wtaffff

user7 Right???😩

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yourusername So gorgeous in the 4th picture, we should do this more often. Make it a tradition whenever you stop by Monaco🤍

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francisca.cgomes You flatter me too much, 2nd picture is obviously the best🫶

yourusername Debatable…

lilymhe I’m joining next time

yourusername Yes.

user1 Okay, I refuse to believe she doesn’t have anything to do with F1

user2 Ngl I’m speculating😭

user3 New wag alert???

user4 AHHH I SEE THAT FERRARI…

user5 Ferrari + Kika, a wag = she’s a wag???

user6 You guys are so quick to jump to conclusions lmao

user7 @ user6 It’s not “jumping to conclusions”. It’s literally so obvious…

user6 @ user7 But it isn’t though… a lot of rich people own a Ferrari. She also just happens to be friends with Kika. Doesn’t mean she’s automatically a wag…

user8 Another post where she’s SERVING

user9 She’s so ldr coded❤️

user10 I absolutely agree with both of those statements you guys

user11 Since WHEN was she hanging out with wags???

user12 Since you learned to mind your own business..?

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f1gossipcentral Lord Perceval said it! He’s in a relationship! Wonder who it is👀

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user1 I mean, if he hasn’t revealed the wag, he obviously doesn’t want to share who it is…

user2 and all the 13 yr olds are pressed because he wants to keep his privacy💀

user1 Literally

user3 I mean, I heard a lot of people think that it’s @ yourusername

user4 Just because he wore a blazer from her line..? Doesn’t make sense…

user3 No, she’s been hanging out with Kika and owns a Ferrari too. Also- lot of wags and drivers follow her.

user4 Wow, okay. Didn’t know this..

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realtalkcelebs SPOTTED: Y/n L/n leaving the interview where she reported that “she’s currently in a relationship”. She’s yet to reveal who it is!

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user1 NOOOO I HAD MY WEDDING DRESS PICKED OUT

user2 I’ve never read anything as soul crushing as this.

user3 Okay but WHO STOLE HER

user4 Whoever won her over better count their days.

user5 I’m here to assist😭

user6 Ig I’ll be having my salty tears for dinner tn

user7 me too.

user8 Who in their right mind would steal a national treasure like this?

user9 I think there’s been some talk in the F1 community…

user10 The timing of things is really suspicious ngl.

user11 I suspected she may be a wag, but Charles was unexpected

user12 Ever thought that it might not be him?

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charles_leclerc It’s time for Monaco. My beloved home❤️🤍

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user1 Hope this year is THE year

user2 Fingers crossed😭

user3 Oh no, not the Monaco curse pls😭

user4 I have a feeling he’ll do well🙏

user5 Don’t jinx it omg

user6 I love how we’re all collectively worried about this specific gp

user7 Is nobody noticing a certain CEO in the likes?

user8 Atp I don’t really care too much because it’s their life and they chose to be private about it. They may not even have anything to do with each other.

user9 I agree, everything so far is all superficial in terms of proof…

user10 Yeah, leave these people alone and stop shipping random celebrities together. It’s weird.

user11 Ughhh going to the Monaco gp is not a want. IT IS A NEED.

user12 Relatable

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yourusername Couldn’t miss the Monaco GP, when I live here?! Fourth picture is a Kika appreciation moment❤️

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francisca.cgomes Best photographer I’ve ever met❤️

yourusername Okay but you made my back look so great in the first picture

francisca.cgomes No, that’s all you

lilymhe Finally seeing you in the paddock

yourusername I know, it took a whileee

user1 Yep, I’m convinced she’s a wag.

user2 I reckon she might just be one of those celebs who attend the most famous races. We didn’t see her in the paddock before?

user3 I would honestly agree if she hadn’t posted abt something Ferrari related so much lately.

user4 Guys let’s let her live her life whoever she feels😭😭😭

user5 She’s honestly so amazing. I love her😭 She’s wearing her own line too😭❤️ Bless her.

user6 Why wouldn’t she wear her own line lmao💀

user7 I love her friendship with Kika🙏

user8 She’s a multitasker. CEO of one of the most well known luxury brands, best friends with several wags, maybe even a wag herself— AND HAIR CARE??? Drop the secret pls🙏🙏

user9 She’s a literal goddess

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realtalkcelebs SPOTTED: Heartthrob Ferrari driver, Charles Leclerc, kissing the young and flavorful CEO of yourbrandname, Y/n L/n. How long has this been going on for? You tell us.

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user1 Um what😃

user2 I KNEW IT

user3 Since when😭😭😭

user4 WHAT IS GOING ONNN?!??

user5 Idk but I want to cry💀

user6 In retrospect, I can see the proof now, but wow they were actually pretty great at hiding it wtf

user7 Right? I did not expect this…

user8 Yeah, and then you just see these entitled gossip accounts profiting off of them… I feel bad for them :/

user7 I do too. I don’t think it’s fair for them to be revealed like this… they should’ve gotten their own chance to explain things

user9 Okay but he’s so lucky😭

user10 Literally. He’s dating the most relevant woman on this planet rn

user11 Googling how to become a Ferrari F1 driver rn

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francisca.cgomes Love you guys, stay strong❤️

pierregasly This was not deserved. Hope you guys are okay

maxverstappen1 The paparazzi is always so shitty like this.

lewishamilton This was unexpected, but shouldn’t have come from anyone but you guys. Real shame they did this to you.

lilymhe This is just not okay!!

carmenmmundt Shame on the paparazzi.

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yourusername Some pictures from our trip to Paris❤️ Taken by us.

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user1 I love their relationship, actually

user2 Honestly, as much as I’m IN LOVE with her, I’m so happy for them

user3 My parasocial relationship is crumbling, but this is so cute😭

user4 I am living for the caption😭😭😭

user5 It’s literally like a big “fuck you” to the paparazzi lmao

user4 Exactly💀

user6 SHE’S WEARING ALL OF THE NEW YOURNAMEBRAND CONCEPT DESIGN DRESSES😩❤️

user7 He’s wearing the new concept design pants😭

user8 He gets early access to all the good stuff😭💀

user9 I still can’t believe they managed to hide it for so long

user10 For real. I’m still processing it..

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charles_leclerc Sleeping beauty❤️ Happy anniversary❤️

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yourusername I did not know this photo existed, but I love you, so I’ll let it slide❤️

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francisca.cgomes Gorgeous even when you’re asleep?! @ yourusername

yourusername You flatter me too much🫶

user1 They are really made for each other

user2 The picture😭😭😭 He rly loves her

user3 If this isn’t my relationship in the future, I don’t want it

user4 WHY AM I SO JEALOUSSS

user5 Don’t worry, you’re not the only one😭

user6 I get it, I’m extremely single.

user7 Pain😭

user8 Honestly such a lovely couple🤍

user9 I love this dynamic so much. It’s just so sweet🙏

user10 They’re both so luckyyyy

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