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I’m so sorry I loved your yandere jinx headcanons I was just wondering if we could get a alphabet yandere jinx since we both love it

Yandere!Jinx alphabet 💥

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2, mentions of death, mentions of blood, PROBABLY some points were misunderstood by me due to not knowing the language. LET ME KNOW IF I GOT IT WRONG!

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Physical contact is number one on her list of "how to show people you're not disgusted by them." She certainly showers you with attention before the relationship begins, but you will notice a dramatic difference once it's official. Jinx tried to keep her boundaries and stay away from you for at least a couple of hours. But why would she do it now? You always hold hands, even when it's awkward and uncomfortable. Even if you're in the middle of a shootout right now, don't worry; she has a gun that she can use with one hand.

Most of the time, Jinx's hands reach out to you unconsciously. She doesn't worry about it much.

Another way Jinx speaks is by suddenly becoming talkative. She is usually not eager to tell anyone anything about herself, even if it's something insignificant like her favorite food or what she did that day. But with you, she can't shut up, she wants to tell you everything, preferably twice. You'll notice that at some point she'll stop talking right in the middle of her story, awkwardly looking down. After the question "What next?" she starts to beam and continue as if nothing happened. She likes it when you really listen.

Over time, Jinx will become greedier about this, and if you tell her "no," she will get angry.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Not really much messy. Jinx definitely won't just watch someone try to beat the crap out of you, but she won't destroy anyone who looks at you the wrong way either. More often than not, it ends with just one shot to the shoulder or knee. That was, is, and always will be the most clear explanation of why you shouldn't be killed.

She won't let them repeat what they started if one warning wasn't enough.

However, sometimes the voices get loud, and in a fit of rage, Jinx can kill a couple of people. Insecurity and doubts overcome her at such moments, and she sees no better way than to simply remove the threat and competition. She won't be sorry, but it certainly won't be part of her plan or desire.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Find yourself a replacement for Jinx, say you're going to leave, and she will kidnap you. She will never let you go so easily; it will not happen. Jinx will console herself with the fact that you are simply naive and stupid, that the other person took advantage of this, and now she is simply saving you from an irreparable mistake. After all, in reality, you do not want to leave her, and no one except her is really interesting to you, isn't it?

But Jinx isn't stupid after all. She knows what she's doing, and you definitely won't be thrilled by that. Jinx will be patient. As much as Jinx can be, of course. Yell at her, call her names, and try to break free; she will endure all this. Until you say that you will leave her forever, like everyone else before you. Her emotional breakdowns won't take long to come. During this, Jinx may scream, get angry, and even swing at you. But she will never hurt you, even if you are a pain in her ass. Even if you try to fight her, she will patiently endure the blows, simply immobilizing you and not causing additional damage.

Jinx didn't want to resort to it, and she's really worried that she's only made things worse.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Jinx will definitely control your every move and will be aware of everything that happens in your life. She sees nothing wrong with forbidding you to walk alone, communicate with certain people, and do dangerous work.

At first you'll even like it, but later you'll understand how suffocating it is. She won't leave you alone even in the shower, won't let you communicate with your childhood friend, and won't let you do your favorite archery. What once seemed like concern to you turned out to be just the whims of her insecurity.

"All this is too dangerous; you know that I want the best for you, trinkly?" Jinx will say for the thousandth time with the most innocent eyes in consolation, knowing full well that your opinion about this is of no interest to her. You know this, but you still fall for it, unable to escape its trap.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Jinx tells you a lot, but not everything. She finds it hard to be vulnerable with you, even though she knows how warmly you embrace her flaws. Whenever she thinks about telling you about her past, Mylo shuts her down. Jinx can't help but think that her past makes her a weak Powder, and you only need a strong Jinx. And she can't be a disappointment for you, that's what Claggor said to her.

Only once will she be able to tell you her real name.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Surprise, adrenaline, pride, affection and a strong desire to suppress it.

She appreciates your fighting spirit, but she can't ignore your attempts at resistance, no matter how much she wants to. After all, it could become a problem in the future, and Jinx genuinely doesn't want to confront you in a serious fight. No matter how strong you are and how seriously you attack Jinx, all your attempts will be a joke in her eyes. You will never compare to her sister in this.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It depends on her mood, the weather, her plans for the day, and the noise level of the voices in her head that day. Jinx is very unpredictable, so one moment she's laughing and counting to ten, and the next she's threatening to amputate your legs. You know these are just threats, so Jinx has to chase you around the building until she catches you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

That moment when you told her you didn't need her and wanted to leave for the first time. That was when she kidnapped you, and you so desperately wanted freedom.

Jinx had definitely gone crazy, and the echoes of your words still tormented you both. Unfortunately, you said it too confidently, viciously, and sensually. Jinx was silent for a couple of seconds, while her breathing stopped, her pupils became wider, and her face turned pale. After realizing how serious this was, Jinx jumped up from her seat and rushed towards you. But not with the purpose of hitting, but only to put your tied hands on her throat. She didn't even cry while she frustratedly told you to kill her since you didn't need her under your hysterical screams and requests to forget about it. She looked so apathetic, broken, and disappointed that you began to hate yourself for it. Why did you say that? Do you hate this fragile girl so much? You couldn't stop thinking about it while you tearfully begged Jinx to stop strangling herself with your hands.

You apologized more than a hundred times that day, and you will never forget this the scene. It is truly traumatic to watch your beloved girl strangling herself with your hands because of the cruelty of your own words.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Next to her, and the rest is completely unimportant. Jinx never thinks about the future, wanting to live in the present. It is difficult for her to follow the plan in Zaun, so she can only hope.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

She's jealous as hell, and there's no better way to deal with it than to blow something up. Someone, to be precise. She won't be able to do this and will simply shoot them. Jinx is very insecure and thinks that everyone around her is a better option than her. She is afraid that you will also realize this as you become more sociable, so Jinx does everything possible to prevent this.

Jinx herself doesn't realize how jealous she is. Just doesn't want to realize. She won't take responsibility for it, so denying the problem is the best way to survive it.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

If you're here, it means Jinx is nearby and everyone knows it. She'll be back in a few minutes and let everyone see Jinx obsessed, dependent, and loving again. She won't hesitate to hold your hand, body, or even your ass in front of everyone. She doesn't indulge in kissing often, but sometimes Jinx feels the need to do it, even if it's awkward for you while everyone is watching.

She can't stay too far away from you; it physically hurts her.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

What would seem romantic and loving in Zaun? Protection and shelter for free. That's what Jinx did first. It seemed most logical to her to do it in a way you understand and only then resort to the romance she knows. Without saying a word to you, Jinx will sort out your problems as deftly as she creates her weapons. Still, the years with Silko take their toll, and even the most fearsome thugs are just children to her. Don't think too much, and just enjoy caring from Jinx before she gets too much.

Then don't be surprised when you see burning buildings in Piltover with the words "love my trinkly <3" written on them.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Jinx with you and Jinx without you are completely different, strangers to each other.

People who have never dealt with Jinx and see her for the first time with you mistakenly think that she is just a petty idiot and everyone around is afraid of her for nothing. Never shows violence, uses small guns, and is just busy with you most of the time.

And then they meet the real Jinx. She still seems harmless, but her aura is suddenly completely different. You don't know what to expect. Laugh at her, but don't shout too loudly when she jokingly rips your arm off because you weren't paying attention to her instructions. "Oh, it's not fatal; don't whine like that. Shut up and listen," Jinx smiles tightly, making funny faces. She'll give him the shimmer, but not right away; maybe it'll teach him to take life-threatening situations right in front of them more seriously. Only then do they get it.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Not too cruel, something like "no dessert this time." Jinx doesn't see you as particularly dangerous or serious about escaping.

But what if she senses it? Jinx will lock you away somewhere for an indefinite period of time again. If you were close to escaping, be prepared for heavy security measures and possibly no chance of ever getting out. There are no windows, minimal furniture, and belongings; your hands and feet will always be chained to the wall. Don't make her do soft upholstery in the room; don't hit yourself the walls.

Jinx may punish you during sex, but it will be playful and for pleasure.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

It's easier to say that you will be allowed to do basic things like eating food, have a safe hobby, go outside, participate in safe deliveries, attend negotiations, and help Jinx in the workshop. Of course, all this together with Jinx and nothing more.

Remember, she does all this out of caring.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

As I said, as patient as Jinx can be. She forgives you a lot of things. A lot, but not everything.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. This will be the end for her.

One can only imagine what she will do. Kill herself? Go completely mad? Blow up all of Piltover? Start a war? Perhaps she will do all of these things in order. Jinx's psyche is cracking every day, and you were the only one who supported her. Someone who would always be there and who she could rely on in difficult times. She did everything she could just to know that you would feel all the love, care, and acceptance from Jinx. If you abandon her like everyone else after all this, then what is left for her to exist for? All the good will be destroyed by her own hands, and she will not be able to forgive for it.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

She let you go when you confessed your love to her, and your relationship became official. Of course, not right away and only after Jinx was convinced of it. Sometimes she even doubts her sensitivity to the emotions and real desires of other people.

She regrets that abducting you, but she'll do it again if she feels the need. Jinx just hopes it doesn't affect you too traumatically and that you understand why she's doing it.

For love and only for love.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Jinx has always had her own peculiarities, and after Vi and Silco left her, they only made the problems she already had worse. Insecurity, a sense of worthlessness, and weakness haunt her every day. She desperately needs to have support, someone she can trust and not be afraid of being abandoned again.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Shit. It's like her soul was turned inside out.

Jinx is very good at understanding people's emotions and their intentions. After spending a lot of time with you, Jinx can tell by just one look that something was wrong with you. And she immediately starts feeling the same way. No matter how good she feels, everything changes if you feel differently. So when you scream, cry, and are completely broken, Jinx feels the same way. It's hard for her to be supportive at that moment because grief has overwhelmed her too. But she still will be there, always. And no matter how shitty or super good you feel, Jinx will always share your feelings.

Only once did she manage to look at you blankly while you cried and screamed, pleading with her to forget your words.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

While other yandere act by the rule "you will be mine!", Jinx is more like "I beg you to be mine".

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

None. Sorry, but she is too smart and sensitive to understand your true intentions. All that remains is to hope for her mercy.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, no, and no again. Jinx wants you to stay, not break.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

You are the only one who looks good in her eyes in any state and the only one who attracts her sexually. She will definitely idolize you, although she may not tell about it.

Jinx will also do anything. Tell her to make you president, and she will. Don't be silly about it; Jinx will take your task seriously and will expect love and appreciation in return.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? (This is the question that I couldn't understand, so the answer is short)

Not for long. Jinx is impatient, and her feelings weigh on her more than most people.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No matter how carefully Jinx treats you, no matter how loving and patient she tries to be, you will still break. It is impossible to be sane when your entire world is filled with just one person. There will be too much Jinx and too little of the other world. You will also face a lot of manipulation just to stay with her, many of which will be traumatic.

And yet, you love Jinx. You did.

I spent 4 hours of my life on this, and I'm still not happy with the result. It could have been better, but I'm just tired of writing this, and it might be noticeable in the end..

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st4rg1rl-16 · 11 months ago

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ in a club max, lando and carlos make a plan to discover if the ferrari drivers are in a relationship, how? making charles jealous!

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 24 march

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ barcelona, spain

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ they are in a club so alcohol consumption jealous!charles, the boys being the little shits they are, fingering (wait what?!) lewis kinda flirting with bella?

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ I been MIA I know, sorry for that but here it is!!and things are starting to get heatedddd

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𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟭 Wait, I’m running to get it

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟮 I wasn’t a big fan of her but since I saw the live I love her

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟯 the same happened to me

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟰 Sorry for my ignorance, but what happened? I just got into the fandom.

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟯 Last month she was sexualized a lot on twitter because some youtubers uploaded a video and mentioned sexual things about her body, she went viral and began to have even more hate than she already had and made a live saying that she was going to leave social media for a while and then talked about how bad she felt, how it was a shame for her family and how it was “staining” her career. She basically talked about how bad it is to sexualize and also took out things like sexism and things like that (+)

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟯 (+) Then she left social media and we only saw her in the Shanghai and Azerbaijan gps and during these four weeks a lot of celebrities have talked about her and she has gone viral and now she is like the “it girl”.

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟱 ooooh, thanks for the explanation 💖

𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗶 That’s our girl!! 😌

𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮_𝘁𝟵 muchas gracias por darme esta oportunidad! 🤍thank you very much for giving me this opportunity!

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟲 aww she is so cute, why do people hate her?

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟳 Unfortunately there are many people throwing hate at her even though she is a great person

⤷ 𝗴𝗾𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 Te queremos, Arabella! 🥰 We love you!

𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗼 ARABELLA TOOOOOOOORRESSSSSSSSS

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⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟴 my ship 🥺

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟵 What they've done to her is horrible, now she hates her body when she's beautiful

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟭𝟬 I would kill for having a body like hers

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟭𝟭 that’s how society works 🙂

⤷ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟭𝟮 she is probably going to get even more hate after this

"IT would be awesome if your first victory was in Spain" Oliver's smile was focused by the camera. His mother snapped her tongue looking at him with reprimand.

"Oli, son, don't swear on the table, please" The boy looked at his mother and gave her his most charming smile.

"Yes, mommy" The woman rolled her eyes and threw her napkin in his face so he complained while her husband laughed.

Arabella smiled watching the familiar scene unfolding in front of her. The truth was that she had missed it, after so many months away from them and seeing each other only by casual video calls, it was nice to be all together even if the whole family was not yet there because her parents had traveled to Barcelona, where her next race was going to be, with her brother the previous week to celebrate the birthday of the youngest of the Torres family and now a week later her grandparents, her uncles, aunts and her cousins were still to arrive so that everyone could attend the race on Sunday because they wanted to support Arabella in their native country. But this was nice, she had missed hearing her brother's nonsense, her mother acting like a mother and talking about cars with her father. She missed a normal life that she had never had.

"By the way" Her father caught her attention, turned her gaze to him drinking from her glass full of sangria. She saw out of the corner of her eye how she pointed to the team of Netflix’s cameras that surrounded them in the garden of the house they had rented during their stay in Barcelona “Do we have to speak in English or...?”.

Marisa, her mother, let out an disgusted moan “Oh, with how much I struggle with English”.

The green-eyed boy laughed as he nibbled at the chicken wing that his fingers were holding “I still don't understand how you don't know English, mom. Your children are literally international athletes, you should know English”.

"I know English" The eyes of the same color as that of her two children opened in the direction of the teenager before she began to speak in English with a very strong Spanish accent "How are you? I'm fine, thank you!” She smiled with self-centeredness, pointed to herself “See? what your mother doesn't know how to do...”

“Jeez" The girl murmured, sticking her lips to the glass again while her brother burst into laughter, almost chocking with the wing.

The one wearing the glasses looked at his wife with a small smile, obviously trying to hid the laughter that was about to come out, and winked at her “Of course, honey! you are good at everything”.

Her brother's smile increased when their mother smiled sending a kiss to their father, clearly not grasping the intention of his words. Arabella shook her head but still a smile had made room in her full lips, she left the glass on the table and lay down on her chair after making a sandwich with the chorizos that her father had cooked on the barbecue.

"It's for the Netflix’s Formula One docuseries" She spoke with her mouth full, making her mother look at her badly but she didn't see her because she was looking at her father. She shrugged her shoulders turning her gaze to the sandwich before giving it another bite “They wanted to see what my private life is like and we speaks in Spanish so no. Speak in Spanish, period”.

"But your private life so fucking boring" She looked at her brother badly while her teeth crushed the food in her mouth, he stuck out his tongue at her.

"Oh, really? Okay, okay, I don't invite you to the party tonight then” She smiled evilly at what the moto driver let out a gasp bringing his hand to his chest.

"So rude, sister" He shook his head "So rude”.

A pleasant silence covered the table after her brother's words. Manuel, her father, shared smiles with his wife while they watched their children eat. They had also missed the family moments and were grateful to be together, especially after what their daughter had gone through thanks to the internet.

"Then will you go out tonight?" The man cleared his throat, turning his gaze to his firstborn, who nodded.

"It's been the boys' idea" She rolled her eyes “They've just arrived and they already want to party”.

"Don't you have the classification tomorrow?" She nodded to her brother's question and grimaced when she felt their mother's gaze on her.

"Arabella Torres González, don't even think about drinking tonight." She raised her finger and pointed at her accusively. The girl nodded while father and son looked at each other knowing that she was indeed going to drink. The blonde turned her gaze to her plate when she began to cut a piece of bacon “If you drink, don't drive”.

"I wasn't going to go drunk to practice, but well" She murmured, giving the last bite to the bread. She wiped his lips with the napkin that was next to her plate.

The only brown eyed let out a breath of air when the cold Coca Cola passed through his throat and smiled “Well, I think it's great that you go out, honey. Especially after everything that has happened”.

She nodded, offering a smile to her father before looking down at her plate, a common reaction she had to the mention of the twitter situation.

"Do you think you're going to win?" She heard her brother ask and although she thanked him mentally because she knew that he had changed the subject to entertain her, she couldn't help to, without knowing why, tense.

Being honest, she knew why: everyone's eyes would be on her, not only because it was going to be the first time she was going to race in her country since she in formula one, but because of the same issue she was trying to avoid. She had disappeared since what happened, the only time the media could see her was in the Azerbaijan race and they didn't even see her too much because she refrained from doing interviews or any kind of media in addition to the fact that she had moved away from social media even closing her twitter account temporarily after announcing on Instagram live that she was tired of the comments towards her body.

She had managed to hide well from the paparazzi and that had made people talk about, the whole gossip magazines was talking about her and not only them because even in the sports they had mentioned her situation which had caught the attention of many celebrities, especially women, who defended her from the internet trolls and praised her for continuing with her sportiness above all. Her popularity had risen like foam and the contracts and offers of all kinds of brands had not taken long to reach her manager's email. The first offer they had accepted had been to be the cover of the May issue of GQ Magazine where she had taken the opportunity to talk about how the online comments about her body had affected her, which was something quite healing for her, being able to talk loudly about it because she had been keeping it to herself.

Before she didn’t give too much importance to her body, focused since she was a child on cars and nothing else had not gone through that stage in which insecurities about her physique tormented her but that controversy had provoked it. She had suffered a mini crisis in which she was never very hungry, she spent hours looking at her reflection in the mirror thinking that it was what was wrong with her, her wardrobe had changed to a more comfortable and wide one that did not reveal more than the minimum of skin and the salt of her tears was the only thing that fed her.

She wasn't proud of herself, far from it, but what could you wait for? She was just an eighteen-year-old girl receiving hatred everywhere, although none of those people had a face to look at when she read those insults Arabella could not prevent them from affecting her. And although she was much better now, after talking to Sebastian –who was on a plane on his way to Spain, because unfortunately he hadn’t been able to attend Azerbaijan– as if he were her personal psychologist and spending time with her family, she could not help but tense every time something reminded her of the small trauma she had experienced.

She closed her eyes inhaling and exhaling "I have a good feeling but I don't want to jinx it”.

Her mother's hand curled up on hers, looked up to see her and immediately felt a warmth and security invade her body causing her to relax her tense shoulders. Marisa González smiled sweetly at her daughter "No matter what happens, we will be proud of you, cariño. Okay?”.

She bit her lower lip feeling her eyes begin to sting, she nodded "Okay" Her voice came out more raspy than usual, causing the woman to get up from her seat and approach her daughter to hug her.

"THIS is so awkward" A somewhat drunk Lando looked worriedly at his teammate while he rolled his eyes denying. He pushed his arm when he saw him “Carlos! What do we do? I can't keep this secret that is eating me alive”.

"It's not a secret because we don't know if it's true" He leaned over to take his glass from the small table in front of the sofa on which they were both sitting and drank from it.

He was going to need alcohol to survive the night.

He opened his eyes in an exaggerated and paranoid way “What do you mean, Carlos? Look at them, they look like cats in heat!” He extended both arms towards the dance floor where they could see Arabella dancing with Daniel and Pierre while Charles was next to George at the bar, neither of the two pending the presence of the other to the very opposite of what number 4 had said.

A "Mmh" sounded on the other side and they both quickly turned their heads to see the Dutchman sitting on the other sofa. The McLaren's idiots opened their eyes with surprise when they remembered that the Red Bull driver was with them.

"So, do you think Arabella and Charles are together?" He raised one of his eyebrows, curious because he swore to have seen things among the members of the red team but he had not yet mentioned his suspicions to anyone.

"Don't tell anyone, but yes”.

"It's not that we believe it, it's that we know it" The British raised his index finger to emphasize his words.

"Oh, really? How?” Max moved in his seat, approaching them to try to get information from them because he had decided not to drink that night so he was bored as he watched his friends and co-workers approach the ethyl coma.

The curly-haired one approached him too, looking over his shoulder to prevent unwanted ears from hearing their conversation “Have you seen how they look at each other? Or at least how Charles looks at her? She is more discreet but he is not and clearly that look is not from friends”.

"Mmm" The 33 rubbed his chin before a mischievous smile crept into his lips "Maybe we can make them confess”.

"Ohhhhh" Lando laughed while Carlos pursed his lips.

"I don't know, guys" He denied taking another sip from his glass "We shouldn't get in, I also think they're angry at each other”.

"Yes” Verstappen’s blue eyes moved to the spaniard "I've noticed it too, they're acting weird. They don't talk much”.

Norris let out a moan of protest while patting his thigh “Now that we have something to entertain ourselves, they go and break up”.

"Shut up, shut up!" The eldest of the three exclaimed between his teeth when he saw Pierre and Arabella approaching the VIP zone, the reflections of the lights colliding against the brightness of the girl's skirt almost blinded him "They're coming, they're coming”.

Pierre let go of the girl's hand and dropped with a sigh on the sofa next to Max, who looked at him raising both eyebrows making the Frenchman smile at him unwillingly “God, i’m dead”.

"But we barely have danced, P” The girl who was still standing laughed, Carlos moved making room for her but she denied leaning a hand on his shoulder. She made puppy eyes “Carlitos, you coming to dance with me”.

He shook his head without looking at her because he knew he was going to give in if he kept looking at her “No, no, I'm okay here”.

"Oh, come on!" She complained before taking his hand and began to pull him but it was of little use. Releasing a blow, she sat next to him and took the cup, earning a complaint from him “You are the only one with whom I can sing the songs, this useless frenchie doesn’t know the lyrics”.

"Sorry for not knowing Spanish!" The other exclaimed as he raised both arms "I already know English and Italian and that is more than enough”.

"Hey, what about Daniel?" The Dutchman frowned when he realized that his former teammate was not in the group.

"He found a girl" The girl shrugged her shoulders accepting the glass of the other spaniard when he took a sip and then hand in it to her again.

Immediately everyone let out complaints in unison and she laughed because she knew why. They had decided to ignore the hotels and rent a house all together to be able to stay a couple more days in the country and, well, they were going to have to listen to the australian and his fling all night.

"Can I sleep with you today?" Carlos looked at her horrified because he was the one who had his room next to Ricciardo's, she denied what he opened his mouth in pain "Why not?"

"Because you don't want to dance with me" She was busy arguing with him so she didn't notice when Max collided his knee with Lando's to get his attention, once the boy looked at him he nodded to the girl opening his eyes.

"What?" He asked in a confused whisper to what Max rolled his eyes and Pierre approached them, curious about what was happening.

"Go dance with her so we can make Charles jealous”.

"Why is Charles going to get jealous because Bella dances with Lando?" Pierre looked at them strangely, he was not surprised about a jealous Charles because, obviously, he had also realized the feelings of his friends, what he didn’t understand was why was he going to feel jealous of the little boy of the McLaren team.

A demonic smile was planted on the full lips of the much acclaimed lion “You'll see”.

With his gaze he pointed to the duo that was approaching them and Gasly nodded impatiently to see how the Dutchman's plan unfolded.

"Bells" The voice of the curly haired one came out high and both the 10 and the 33 had to put their hands to their mouths to avoid laughing. The girl looked at him expectantly but smiling, he swallowed saliva feeling nervous suddenly “I can dance with you, if you want”.

She nodded before getting up and extending her hand towards him, who didn't take long to take her between his much larger one and let himself be guided by her to the dance floor. Along the way they met Charles and George, his blueish green eyes collided with the greens of the Monegasque who clearly did not look very happy at the image in front of him. He swallowed again, praying mentally that the elder would not end up beating him up. The girl in front of him kept pulling him, completely ignoring her teammate but not without giving a smile to her other British friend who responded by raising both thumbs.

Fuck he thought when the reggaeton song of which he didn't know how to pronounce its name changed to Reminder by The Weeknd. A wave of screams filled his ears when the first chords filled the nightclub, he watched as the sweaty bodies stuck even more when he heard the song and suddenly he felt that the shirt that decorated his torso was too small for him. He hooked his index finger on the neck to relieve the sensation a little but it didn't work too much.

His eyes went down to the girl in front of him, despite wearing heels she was still shorter than him so he could see the club above her head. He bit the inside of his cheek when they finally found a clear space on the track and turned around to look at him.

She analyzed him from top to bottom before showing him a nice smile "If you want we can go back, Lan. It's okay”.

He immediately denied “No, no, it's fine. Let's dance, that's what we've come for, right?”.

"Okay, but if you feel uncomfortable, tell me" She stood on her tippy toes to reach his ear because Abel Tesfaye's voice was too loud. The boy closed his eyes when he smelled her perfume “Okay?”.

She separated from him, enough so that they could look at each other's face but not so that their bodies would stop being against each other. He nodded speechlessly looking into her eyes and she smiled funny before taking her hands and placing them on her hips to which the boy opened his eyes wide making her throw her head after laughing.

"They are just hips, Lando!"

"Yeah, i know, but... don't blame me" He laughed too.

On the other side of the nightclub, their friends watched them as if they were the best show in the world while Charles felt that he was going about to throw up. He squeezed his grip on the glass that was in his hands without looking away from the young drivers, who now danced very close to each other. It should be him who was there moving his body next to hers, it should be him who had his hands on her hips, it should be him who had his arms around her neck. It should be him and not Lando.

"They would make a good couple" He heard Sainz speak, who was looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

"I thought that if she would date with one of us it would be Max" All the eyes, including Charles's, went to George, who had not realized that he had become the center of attention because he was very distracted on his mission to catch with his straw a gummie that was at the bottom of his glass.

The named one frowned “With me?”.

Pierre moved in his seat offended "Yes, what do you mean with Max?" Why not with me?”.

The Spaniard laughed scratching his leg over the fabric of his jeans “Don't you have a girlfriend?”.

"Shut up, Carlos. This is important” The Frenchman raised his hand trying to block the Spanish's face.

Russell's bulging eyes rose to look at his colleagues “I mean... I don't know, between Max and Bella there is like this strange tension but at the same time they get along well. I guess it will be because they are both so focused about beating Hamilton but I thought they would end up together”.

The green eyes of the number 16 traveled to his childhood rival, his desire to throw up became even stronger when he saw that he was struggling not to let out a smile. He knew that he had liked the British's words and although he couldn’t blame him because, to be honest, they were all young men and she was practically a goddess so he was not too surprised that he was not the only one interested in her.

"Mmmh" Pierre's lips furrowed in agreement. "Yeah, they wouldn't look bad together. It would be kind of enemies on the track to lovers off the track, it would make sense”.

Russell pointed it at him “Right?”.

"But she and Lando have already kissed" After Verstappen's words, everyone looked at him strangely.

Carlos let out a high-pitched squeal “It was you who interrupted them!”.

"Yes" He laughed nodding as he drank from his glass, he moved his gaze towards the boy sitting next to him.

"Well, Landito has a lot of advantage then" Carlos' honey eyes returned to the dance floor causing the others to imitate him. The youngest pair of the group were dancing as close as they could to each other, they were sure that not even a pen could fit between them, Arabella was with her back to him with her arms hanging from his neck while Lando hid her face in her neck and his hands kept a firm grip on the girl's waist.

"Do you think they will fuck tonight?" The dirty blond with a beard smiled like a kid, entertained by the reaction of his best friend but also happy that his friends got some kind of action.

"Looks like it”.

Before Max's words, he squeezed the glass so much that it exploded, attracting the attention of others and even of some people around them. He felt the cold liquid from his cup pierce the fabric of his pants when he released the last piece of glass that he was still holding in his hands. He waved his hand to get rid of the liquid and let Carlos take it to inspect that no crystal had been stuck in his skin.

"Fuck, Leclerc" The one with the raspy voice handed him napkins from the napkin holder that was on the low table in the center of the sofas.

He looked back at the dance floor ignoring how Carlos called a waitress or how Pierre and Max tried to clean the mess by throwing an unnecessary amount of napkins on the floor. Suddenly he was relieved when he saw the dark-haired British boy walking towards the table, with no trace of the brunette next to him.

"What happened?" Lando's disheveled eyebrows came together when he saw his friends trying to clean the floor and Charles soaked from top to bottom.

The monegasque had to look away from the boy when he noticed a mark of lipstick of the same color as the one Arabella wore on his cheek. He got up abruptly releasing a quick "I'm going to the bathroom" before leaving.

He walked through the club as if the devil himself was behind him, he ignored the screams of the people when the song changed and also the looks of the Spanish girls on him in addition to their whispers. Once he reached the hallway where the bathroom was, he let out a sigh, his knuckles had turned white from how hard he was squeezing his fists. He leaned against the wall taking advantage of the fact that the hallway was empty and sighed, bringing a hand to his hair.

Damn the day he met Arabella Torres. Since that day, everything that could have gone wrong was going wrong. He didn't blame her but the damn fate for playing with him that way.

He leaned his head on the wall, looking at the ceiling and thought that it wasn’t as he had expected the night to be. He had gone to the party hoping to be able to talk to her and fix their problems but no, she hadn’t even give a single look to him and that drove him crazy because since their fight and having left him lying in her driver’s room they hadn’t spoken, except for some video that the Ferrari stuff had forced them to record for the YouTube channel and little else. They hadn't even seen each other since the last race, they were supposed to have flown together from Azerbaijan to Barcelona but Arabella had run away to Madrid to celebrate her brother's birthday with her family so it had been almost two weeks since they had last seen each other.

For a moment he wondered what his life would have been like if maybe they were in different teams or if they were normal people and met at a party like this or maybe at college. Everything would have been very different and much easier.

He moved his head following the rhythm of the song without knowing that the lyrics said because it was in spanish and sighed when he heard the door of one of the bathrooms open, he looked down even without separating his head from the wall.

Oh, what a coincidence.

"What happened to your pants?" Arabella was in front of him, looking with a frown at the dark spot that covered much of the fabric that covered his leg.

"My glass exploded" He replied in a hoarse voice because he had not said a word almost all night. He observed her through his long eyelashes, trying to memorize the image in front of him before she ignored him again.

"Ah, good luck cleaning that then" She squeezed her lips and began to turn, ready to get out of there, to run away from him again but he prevented her by grabbing her wrist. She froze in his place, she had missed his touch, she let out a sigh trying to stay calm “Charles, let me go”.

"Why?" A cynical smile stood on his lips "Are you in a hurry to go back to Lando?".

He saw how she tilted her head to the side before she let go of his grip and turned around, he saw how she looked at him confused.

“What does Lando have to do with this?”.

"I've seen how he was kissing your neck and how you danced very close. Too close to be just friends" Everything around Charles was red, as red as the cars they drove or the uniforms they wore on weekends. He was jealous and drunk and didn't think too clearly because they both knew that he wasn't like that. Arabella looked at him strangely, she never seen him that way “What, have you already found my replacement?”.

"What the fuck?" She murmured in spanish. The girl was surprised and as incredible as it may seem, turned on.

"Maybe you can go to McLaren" He bowed his head as his gaze went from her eyes to his lips "But you know that orange will never look as good as red on you”.

She immediately realized that it was a metaphor and wanted to laugh but was too confused to do so. The alcohol in her system next to Charles' perfume wasn't really helpful. She knew that he was playing a game and that if she followed it she could get burned but everyone knew that Arabella Torres was reckless and that she liked danger.

Her confused expression changed, Charles couldn’t describe it but when she began to shorten the distance between them he began to walk backwards, unconsciously entering the women's bathroom, which was empty thank God. He felt his mouth dry when he saw that the girl's hand went to her chest where she began to play with the buttons of the shirt she was wearing “I'm not sure if the red fits me so well” Slow but very slowly she unbuttoned the first buttons revealing a red lace bra. She gathered his eyebrows looking at him with feigned curiosity and in an innocent tone asked him "What do you think?"

He blinked a couple of times before looking up at her. He cursed in French before shortening the distance and smashing his lips against hers. He passed his hand through his neck entangled his fingers between the soft waves of brown hair, closed his fist and pulled her hair forcing her to walk towards the sink. Her ass hit the edge of the marble board making her moan in his mouth because his free hand was squeezing her butt making the Prada's skirt rise and she could feel the cold marble against her skin. The moan in his mouth made him smile, his hands moving from top to bottom through her body caressing her barely covered skin thanks to the open shirt and the short skirt.

Her hands traveled to the boy's neck, one of them taking over the small strands that were born on the back of his neck causing Charles to open his lips but not move them, he stayed in his place watching as she twisted under his touch, the smug smile he had on his lips made her know that he was enjoying it. The tips of his bangs stuck to her skin thanks to the thin space between their foreheads tickling her, which was making her nervous.

Arabella let out a small moan when she felt his right hand go up from her ass to her naked thigh and go through the bottom of her skirt to her underwear. He kissed her again as he pressed with his finger –she wouldn’t know which one– against the fine red lace garment that separated her skin from the contact of his hand.

For a second she thought that she had reached glory when she felt how he was pressing even harder but she fell from the cloud when he separated. She looked at him frowning at what he gave her a smile of apology before asking her with his eyes if she was okay and comfortable with that.

At another time maybe she would have thought it was cute but she was drunk and horny so she could only roll her eyes and take his hand with hers to place it back on her panties “For God's sake, Charles. Just do it”.

This time it was she who joined their lips, ran her fingers through his hair and pressed herself as hard as she could against him while their tongues fought each other. She let herself be embraced by his pleasant smell and the thousand sensations she felt when he was like this with her.

She released her grip on his hair and took her hands along a path from his neck to his chest where she took the shirt in her fists and, in one movement, pulled it breaking the buttons making them fly. He walked away from her when he heard the buttons touch the ground, he looked at them without expression before turning his gaze towards her, raising an eyebrow looking at her between his eyelashes. She bit her lip because, let's be honest, he looked too good looking at her like that from that angle.

"I'll buy you a new one" She went to tell him, but before she opened her mouth, he screwed his hands on the back of her thighs, causing her to let out a small choked scream in surprise when she didn't feel the ground under her feet.

She hissed when the cold of the marble hit the skin of her thighs although she was silent when she felt Charles' hands raise her skirt more to have better access between her legs. The monegasque released the garment when he felt her gaze on him, he looked at her without raising his face, giving a dark touch to his gaze. They watched each other in silence for a few seconds until Charles took his right hand to her jaw and kissed her quickly, separated from her but not enough so that their breaths didn’t mix and took his fingers to her lips.

"Open your mouth" He murmured still holding her gaze, the girl obeyed by letting his fingers pass between her lips meanwhile he looked down at her mouth “Suck”.

He watched with delight as the girl's swollen lips closed around his digits, he felt her tongue playing with them. He looked into her eyes and found that she was already looking at him and almost moaned at that moment.

"Merde, mon ange" He cursed when she let go of his fingers making a pop resonate through the empty bathroom. Shit, my angel.

"Charles..." She said his name in a sigh. He looked at her expectantly with his fingers still touching her lips, the skin of her mouth stained by the red lipstick collided with his finger tips surely staining them too “Charles, please”.

"Please, what?" His voice came out in a murmur but she still heard him and of course she did because the only thing she could hear, feel and smell was him. She was drunk but the alcohol wasn’t what the room had circling around her but him.

She hated Charles Leclerc, she hated the effect he had on her, she hated that even though she was angry with him she felt the stupid need to feel his skin against hers, she hated that they couldn’t be together, she hated that he was playing with her that way, she hated that it made her question every damn aspect of his life. She hated him.

Damn Leclerc and his perfect eyes.

She squeezed her grip on his shirt and kissed the fingers that hadn’t yet separated from her lips before looking at him through her long eyelashes with the most pleading look she could give him "I need you. Please”.

Pathetic, she thought for a moment but the boy's hands rolling up on the fabric that covered her private parts returned her to reality or at least to that bubble in which they had both locked themselves. She rested her hands on the white marble countertop and raised her hips to help him slide the garment down her legs before he made a gap between them and kissed her abruptly.

She felt how the tips of his fingers caressed the inside of her thighs until he reached his destination. She felt how they grazed her folds, covering them with her juices and she groaned in his mouth when she felt him slowly rubbing her clit.

The boy broke the kiss by grabbing her neck when she saw that she made the move of throwing her head back “Was that what you wanted?” His voice was so calm, in contrast to how trembling her breathing was “Did you want my fingers, mmh?”.

"Please" She groaned and he pressed his fingers harder.

She let out a gasp when his fingers slightly touched her entrance, pushed her hips against his hand desperate for his touch, that caused him to laugh. He put one of his fingers inside and a soft moan came out of her, hips moving again to look for some kind of liberation “More” She complained in a murmur under the intense gaze of the boy.

"More?" He smiled and inserted another finger, feeling the walls tighten around his fingers, his hand moving to equalize the movements of her hips, putting in and pulling out his finger being able to hear the wet sounds.

The whining and moans began to get stronger, the nails stuck strongly in the skin of his shoulder on the fabric of his shirt and he moaned at the sensation, looking at her as he fucked her with his fingers.

Arabella thought that not only did his fingers feel incredible, but he also looked so good in front of her and just by looking at him touching her she thought he could send her to the limit. His thumb went up to rub her clit causing her to sink her teeth into her lower lip, the sensation became too intense.

"I'm so c-close" She groaned and he straightened up, crashing his lips in hers, their tongues dancing in a passionate kiss while his fingers pushed into her faster and deeper. The fluids ran through his hand while his thumb applied even more pressure. She felt so overwhelmed that she couldn't even keep up with the kiss, she was too focused on how well her fingers felt inside her.

And just when she began to feel those tickles in her lower belly that she had rarely felt in her life, everything stopped making her open her eyes abruptly. She looked at the boy in front of her confused and moaned when she felt how her disconnected their bodies.

“Charles...”.

His free hand squeezed on the back of her neck, he approached her ear and she heard how he smiled, "You're right, red doesn't look that good on you.

He walked away from her causing a sudden feeling of being cold to cover her body, she frowned when he saw him crouch and take her thong from the floor. With a mocking smile he shook it before storing it in the pocket of his pants “I'll keep this, maybe it will bring me good luck and I beat you in your home race. See you, mon ange”.

He winked at her, causing his dimples to be marked on his face. She looked at him, her eyes shining thanks to the tears of frustration that had accumulated. She clenched her jaw watching how he was leaving the bathroom so calmly. She looked silently for a couple of seconds at the door through which he had disappeared before releasing a scream of rage. She swallowed between quick breaths and closed her eyes, dropping her head against the cold mirror.

"Fucking asshole”.

𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮_𝘁𝟵 added to their story!

A mischievous smile was present Charles' face, who was looking at the photos that Arabella had uploaded. He looked up from his phone when he heard footsteps enter his part of the garage, he saw one of his teammate's engineers approach his car to talk to his own engineers. He ignored him and looked back at the device in his hands, trying to hide his deception when he saw that it wasn't the brunette.

But when a part of the conversation made its way to him he couldn't help but turn his attention to them. He continued looking at the phone and moving his thumb across the screen from time to time to disguise it.

"I recommend that you don't talk to Arabella today" Said the man whose name Charles didn't know. He had seen him several times in the other part of the Ferrari garage but the truth was that he had never paid much attention to Arabella's team. His ears perked up at the girl's name.

“Why?” His engineers were clearly not as interested as Charles as they didn't even give him a second glance and continued inspecting the car.

"Just don't say anything to her unless she talks to you first".

And with that he ran to the other end of the red walls. He frowned and got up from his seat, left the garage belonging to his team and began to walk towards McLaren's, ready to find Carlos because he knew on good authority that the spaniard was the one who kept the paddock's princess' secrets.

He laughed to himself wondering if she had told him what happened in the bathroom at the nightclub last night. He hesitated because she told him everything but he wasn't so sure if she would tell him that.

I'll find it out now, he thought as he saw the spaniard sitting on the ground with several others. He clenched his jaw at the sight of the other part of the McLaren duo but continued his pace towards them anyway.

"Haven't you noticed that she's acting strange?" The Australian's notable nose wrinkled at his own question. He narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah? No, I don't know" Alex raised his head looking at the others confused "I mean, I don't know her as well as you do but there is something different about her".

"Maybe she's just focused on trying to win in her homerace" His best friend shrugged, turning his head to look at the other side of the paddock. He raised both eyebrows when he saw him and was immediately excited "Charles is his teammate, surely he can tell us what is happening to our girl".

He looked down at him, his expression showing very clearly that he had not liked the way he had referred to the spanish woman. Gasly's annoyed smile widened as he separated the green from the blue and shook his head.

"We argued so she doesn't talk to me" He put his hands on both hips and rested his weight on one leg. He looked at Carlos surreptitiously trying to see some kind of expression that would give away that he knew about their relationship but nothing. On the one hand he felt relieved, on the other he felt the need to talk to someone about it but he knew it was too big a risk.

He felt Ricciardo's hand collide with his shoulder and then his contagious laughter filled his ears "Have you never heard the expression "happy woman, happy garage"?.

"What have you done now?".

He looked at Albon, putting a hand to his chest, offended “Why does it have to be me?”.

"She's the one who doesn't talk to you, the one who must have screwed up must have been you" Carlos joined his hands on top of his knees, his eyes focused on some distant point behind Charles' body.

He opened his mouth to complain but the vpice of the protagonist's of the conversation made everyone look in the same direction that Carlos had his eyes on. The girl walked through the paddock alongside a group of cameras and interviewers, answering her questions with her calm even though the press seemed to be about to kill each other to be able to walk near her. As if she were some kind of saint who just by being close to her and breathing her air would cure most horrible symptoms.

Lando broke the silence that had formed between them by speaking for the first time since the monegasque had joined them “They have never fought to interview me.”

"Me neither".

"Neither" Daniel responded and Alex just clicked his tongue.

He curled his lips and then remembered that in the other two races she hadn't done any kind of press. Charles didn't know why but it wasn't like he could ask her either. He watched her walk away and twisted his head, something was happening here.

"POLE position, baby!" Alexandre exclaimed in her ears and she laughed at the man's enthusiasm. As always before getting out of the car, she thanked the team over the radio and took off her helmet followed by her balaclava. She heard the roar of the Mercedes and watched as Hamilton's car parked next to hers, she saw him get out of her and copy her, taking off his helmet and balaclava. He looked at her and smiled at her raising both eyebrows to which she rolled her eyes and started walking away.

“Why are you avoiding me?” The British accent sounded soft and sweet next to her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye seeing that he had not taken long to get next to her. She tightened her grip on her helmet.

"Because I don't want to see you" She smiled sarcastically still looking ahead. Lewis frowned and quickened his pace to stand in front of her, walking backwards. He observed her face delighting in it when he saw her make a face of frustration when she saw him in front of her "You're going to fall".

A smile planted itself on his plump lips “Aw, you care about me.”

"On the contrary, it would brighten my day" Sarcasm continued decorating her pretty smile.

"I thought me being second was what would make your day" He stopped his pace abruptly, causing her to collide with him, she placed her hands on his hard chest to avoid stepping on him and grunted in annoyance while the british man smiled, clearly enjoying the moment.

As if he were poison, she quickly let go. She looked up to see him, remaining silent for a few seconds because she didn't know they were so close to each other. She blinked before pushing him away, his annoying laughter soon filling her ears “Enjoy the views from the second place.”

The man laughed again watching her walk away from him towards her garage, her car being driven by one of the engineers following her at a considerable speed. He sank her teeth into his bottom lip before raising his voice“I'll do it! Believe me, I will".

She hurried into the garage, clenching her jaw as she saw the monegasque driver giving her a smile as if nothing had happened between them "Congratulations…"

She raised a hand blocking his face and his words before passing by him and heading to the hallway that would take her to her room, ignoring how the red polo shirts were soaked with champagne and how everyone was celebrating the pole position. Upon arrival she dropped the helmet on the ground without giving much importance to the loud noise it made when it hit the ground and threw herself onto the sofa while releasing a sigh. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"ARABELLA TORRES CROSSES THE STARTING LINE CROWNED AS THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!"

Despite the roar of the car engine and the cloaks covering her ears she could hear the screams of the audience. She frowned when she saw a sea of red and yellow flags, her team began to take their place on the fence that separated the track from the pedestrian zone, she saw how they shouted with smiles on their faces and how they waved their flag in the air and then she knew.

She had won.

She had won the last race of the season and just like that the fucking title of world champion was hers.

She laughed madly, raising her arm above the halo in celebration. She pressed the button on the radio and incredulously asked "Have I won?".

"YOU'RE WORLD CHAMPION, BABY!—She heard Susie's scream, behind the blonde's voice she could hear the others celebrating the victory. Her smile widened even more making her cheeks start to hurt. Wolff wiped her own tears and picked up the microphone, bringing it to her lips. "You've won, Arabella. You've done".

Her lips trembled but the smile didn't fade, her throat went dry and for a moment she saw blurred "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you so much to all of you, guys."

Come on, get out of the car so we can celebrate" This time it was Toto's voice that rang through her ears, he nodded and followed the few meters of road until she reached the sign with the number one. She parked in it and sighed before getting up from her seat and raising both arms in victory.

She got out of the car feeling tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She took off her helmet and balaclava before kneeling on the ground right in front of the car, clasping her hands together and resting them against the nose of the black car and then resting her forehead on her hands, as if she were praying to the machine. She lowered her head until her forehead was almost touching the floor and, finally, she cried. She let out a sob so hard her chest hurt, and she grabbed the fabric of the chest of her suit tightly.

"Arabella, Arabella, Arabella!" For a moment she heard nothing but the audience chanting her name.

She sobbed again, raising her head, looking around around. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Was that really happening? She looked at the camera in front of her and with her hand on rop of her heart chehe vocalized several "Thank you" non-stop.

Suddenly she heard a loud bang and immediately afterward the screams of people, she looked at her hands and frowned when she saw that they were illuminated by an orange light.

She raised her head slowly seeing how her car was on fire, she moved her gaze to the right finding the red car embedded in the side of hers. She watched in horror as Charles's lifeless eyes looked back at her.

“Arabella, Arabella, Arabella!” The crowd's cries grew even louder and she willed them to shut up. She got up to run towards Charles but it was too late, neither he nor both cars nor even the circuit were there.

“Arabella, wake up” Some light pushes drew her to reality, with a gasp she opened her eyes, meeting Sebastian's face.

She smiled when she saw him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She heard his laugh and felt how he gave a kiss on her hair before caressing it.

"I'm here, siéger” He whispered into her ear, his voice immediately bringing him peace. She sighed against his shoulder “I'm here.” Champion.

"God, I've missed you so much" She murmured against his jacket, she hid her face even more in his neck, feeling the man's hand go up and down her back.

“Me too, siéger” He patted her on the back a couple of times and began to let her go. He looked at her with a frown “Were you having a nightmare?”

“Yeah, but…wait” Her gaze ran to rest on the clock on the wall right next to the television. She opened her eyes in surprise before looking at the man kneeling in front of her "Is it Sunday already?".

Vettel nodded “Yes, you've been sleeping here since qualifying. It's been a long nap”.

She put her head in her hands, hiding her face in them, and let out a sigh “I didn't sleep much yesterday.”

“How much?”.

She denied, remembering that when she arrived at the villa that the boys had rented she couldn't sleep but instead stayed tossing and turning in bed all night without stopping thinking about the race and how frustrated the green-eyed boy had left her. Plus Carlos's unconscious body trying to hug her every chance she got didn't help her much “An hour”.

“Fuck, siéger” He let out an incredulous laugh “And yet you qualified on pole, incredible”.

She shrugged as if it was nothing. She turned her neck to both sides grimacing when she heard the bones creak and got up from the couch being followed by the german, who stepped forward to open the door for her.

They walked among the paddock, heading to the common cafeteria so the girl could have breakfast. They both ignored the surprised looks at seeing the former champion walk and chat so calmly next to the driver, since it was not public knowledge that she and Sebastian Vettel had known each other and had maintained a friendship since she was a child. She licked her lips watching the cameras not far from them, she knew that at any moment people were going to find out so she tried not to give it much importance while the dark blonde, on the other hand, looked a little worried.

Sebastian knew that the girl didn’t want the public to know about her friendship, either the one she had with him or with the Schumachers, since the public would quickly question all of her achievements in her career. Both Sebastian and Mick understood and agreed with her, they knew Michael would agree too. And that's how it had been since they met, distancing herself from the Schumacher’s son while they were in public when they met at a race even though they both wanted to talk or simply enjoy each other's company, not being able to go to Sebastian's races to support him or couldn't even talk about how the germans had become fundamental supports in her life since she met them at the tender age of eleven.

That's why he couldn't help but be surprised when he accepted her call and heard her invite him to the next race. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, he knew that she had had a bad time and he was worried about her, after all for him, she was like his eldest daughter. Not for nothing did his first-born daughter bear her name.

Once seated in the cafeteria, they were accompanied by the girl's manager and her publicist, who after waiting for her to have breakfast, dragged her away because she had to do some interviews.

“Don't you notice something strange on her?” Nicholas took a bite of his croissant, both men watching the two women walk away at a hasty pace.

“There is something in her gaze” He responded, nodding “Something that I don't know if I like”.

He had noticed it and it had not been difficult for him to recognize that shine in her eyes. He more than anyone could know it, because a while ago he also had that shine in his own eyes.

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steviebbboi · 4 months ago

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Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge!

Howdy lads~ exciting news to share:

I just reached a 200 follower count on Tumblr 🎉🎉🎉

I kinda can't believe it? Writing is indeed good for my soul. Interacting with y'all on here has helped me with my mental and emotional wellness due to just finding such great community on here. Thank you for giving me the space to write and for following along/supporting in my writing journey 💖

With that spiel spoken, I wanted to host a writing challenge in celebration of this milestone! *squealing because i'm so excited to host*

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

*you'll find all writing submissions and writing requests (answered) at the link above*

You could participate by sending in either:

✨ writing request via my Asks (💙)

and/or

✨ writing submissions (💥).

General Rules:

the challenge will start October 1st until the end of November (flexible on late entries for submissions only💥; let's say till mid-December or so).

I'll read/write for Chris Evans characters, Henry Cavill Characters, and Charlie Hunnam characters [and Bucky Barnes specifically lol] (these are my preferences but if there are other characters that you'd like to bring in, just ask me)!

for writing requests 💙, i will only be accepting requests (2 max/person; pls do not send more than 2 asks!) until the end of November.

for writing submissions 💥, go wild! submit as many as you like!

you can do both (send in a writing request 💙 AND send in a writing submission(s)💥) if you want to; rules still apply for the requests though.

use at least one prompt within your request 💙/submissions💥 from the lists below (but def. go crazy if you wanna use more than one! you don't have to claim any prompts).

works can be inclusive! poc, gender neutral, neurodivergencies, mid size/plus size/curvy readers are encouraged!

No word limits but please use a 'read more' after 200 words

Works can be part of an existing series but must be able to stand on their own

tag me @steviebbboi and use the tags #bbboi200celebration and #steviebbboiwritingchallenge in your entry so i can read/reblog your work! (If I somehow lose sight of your submission, please remind me and I'll take a look at it right away ☺️)

Most important one: Have fun!

How To Play:

✨ You must be 18+ to participate in this challenge!

✨ Choose one (or multiple 😏) BB's:

Chris Evans Characters

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Curtis Everett

Andy Barber

Hayden/Harvard Hottie

Nick Gant

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Henry Cavill Characters

Clark Kent

Napoleon Solo

Geralt of Rivia

August Walker

Charlie Hunnam Characters

Jax Teller

Raymond Smith *extra brownie pts if you write about him omg*

King Arthur

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes [he's all by himself im so sorry lmfao 🥹]

✨ Choose one (or more) of the following prompts:

*if you don't want to write smut, you don't have to choose anything from the kinks prompt! feel free to only use the following two prompts :)

soft dom!BB

clothes/naked ratio

size kink

slow and deep 👀

breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)

somnophilia

free use

cockwarming

belly bulge

Squirting

consensual non-con

consensual dub-con

cumeating

creampie

anal/or dp

possessive/or protective manhandling!BB

oral sex

orgasm delay

dumbification

daddy/princess kink

overstimulation

sex pollen

prone bone

cockdrunk

threesome (BB/Reader/BB)

ass/pussy spanking

mild degradation

body worshipping

quickie/don't get caught (public sex, threats of exhibitionism, etc.) 😏

Grouchybb! who is only soft with you

Married and loyal!spouse

A/B/O

lumberjack!bb who is a teddy bear on the inside tho

mob AU

biker AU

soulmate AU

mutual pining/idiots in love

childhood besties to lovers

reformed playboy

professor AU

supernatural/mythical (gods, sirens, werewolves, witches, vampires, ghosts, oh my!)

frenemies to lovers

fwb to lovers

locked in AU/forced proximity

medieval AU

fake dating/relationship

sharing one bed

polar opposites attract

break up and make up

spy AU

meet cute

cowboy AU

gentle recluse!BB

brothers best friend!BB

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yes, take it, slut"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"God, why do you always do this"

"You're impossible."

"Then I guess we gotta be quiet, huh?"

"We're trapped."

"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, or do you?"

"You're taking me so well, baby"

"Good girl" *for fem readers; adjust accordingly!*

"Tsk, uh-uh, c'mere, honey"

"You always feel so good around me, baby"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Here, let me help you."

"Yeah, are you a cockhungry slut, now?"

"I hardly think that that's necessary."

"Don't be a brat, baby."

"Aw, does it feel good right there?"

"I'm sorry!"

"What do you want from me?!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"What do you think you're doing here?"

"Nope. Again."

"Don't worry, I got you."

"Just stay still, there you go."

"Just one more, I promise."

"C'mon, don't you wanna be good?"

"Stay over there!"

"You better hurry up, baby."

"Thaaaat's it, you're doing so well, honey."

"Uhm, I'm not sure that's going to work."

"Please, I'll beg, please!"

"Be honest."

"Be careful there, darlin'."

"Are you okay?"

"Are you sure you wanna go there?"

Scenarios? Any! Go. Wild.

✨ I love reading/writing angst w/HEA, soft dark (nothing too dark though), fluff and SMUT (as you can see w/the many many kinks).

no incest (stepcest is ok if tasteful lol), no infidelity, no watersports, no murder, no gore. if you're unsure if a trope is appropriate, ask me!

if im ever uncomfy with writing something, i will lyk and we can talk more about it to see if we could work with it!

feel free to ask any questions!

i think i got everything!

Have the best time, laddies~ thanks for celebrating with me!

All are welcome to join in the fun! ❣️

Tagging a few mutuals who may be interested but no pressure bbs:

@bigtreefest @mercurial-chuckles @stargazingfangirl18 @yenzys-lucky-charm

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork @buckets-and-trees @hotdamnhunnam @laurfilijames

@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @misscherry-26 @stellar-solar-flare

@darsynia @navybrat817

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gremlin-girly · 1 month ago

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Bubbles

Part of @steviebbboi 's 200 follower writer challenge submissions 💥💥

Prompts: "Just stay still, there you go." + "Thaaaaat's it you're doing so well, honey." + "Be careful there, darlin'."

Kinks: cumeating, dub-con (since it's siren song), cockdrunk

Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!siren!reader

Warnings/Tags: SMUT, but also... FLUFF, but mostly smut who are we kidding?, talks of loneliness, unprotected p-in-v (WRAP 👏 IT 👏), cum eating, monster fucking (barely. It's not like Ari's sorry), Innocence kink if you squint, cowgirl/riding, clawing/Scratching, cock drunk, slight dub con for siren song, virginity loss (not focused on), oral (m recieving), talk of mates (brief), petnames (darling, baby, sweetheart, sweetness, honey), cock bulge

I do try to capture everything but my warnings are non-exhaustive. Read at your own risk!

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied or reposted or put through an AI machine.

Summary: When you rescue one of the strange beasts that visit your island, you're surprised to find that there's something about him you just can't resist.

Word count: 6.1k

Author's Notes are at the end of the fic :)

18+ divider: @/cafekitsune

Bubble divider: @/baexywth

Ionian Sea | Thin Walls | Masterlist | Sun, Sea and Sirens Collection

You don't remember how long you'd been on the island, only that it was long enough that you couldn't remember your name.

Every so often beasts of metal and plastic came near, spewing smoke or or oil into your clear waters. Sometimes they had smaller beasts on them, being loud or hunting your fish. Beasts that only sort of look like you.

You had always quietly observed them, not out of shyness but out of cautious curiosity. You couldn't speak to them even if you wanted to; they spoke in tongues you couldn’t begin to comprehend. They sang but not like how you sang; with broken tones and sounds that echoed across the night sky and into your cave.

Sometimes it sounded nice but most nights it was shouting, drunken gibberish and angry thumping bass that you couldn't escape even in the muted depths of your home.

Thankfully interactions with these strange beasts were rare enough that you didn't mind their brief interruptions to your peace. Occasionally, they’d leave things behind, like gifts for sharing your slice of paradise; articles of strange clothing that was tiny or stringy, or blankets or fuzzy towels that you could use to add comfort to your home.

Edging from your nest of blankets and towels, you climb to your feet and stretch. The light that cascades from a hole in the rock some twenty feet above your head signals it’s still morning, the water along the cave’s pebbled shoreline swishing gently to the current and glittering under the streams of sunlight.

You make your way to the edge studying the two defined lines left on the stones by the tide. High tide has long since come and gone but judging by how far the shoreline had receeded...

You hum to yourself thoughtfully as you stepped into the water, wading until you could comfortably dive underwater. The water was colder than usual too and you shivered as your tail shimmered into existence. You move lazily through the water of your cave, following the current of the open sea through one of the many tunnels that interlink your home to the ocean and other beaches around the island.

You're close to the shore when you raise your head above the surface, peering out into the vast sparkling ocean. You can see one of the big white beasts on the horizon (didn't the little beasts call them... boats?) unsure if it would come closer to your island. Not that you cared much, so long as they weren’t around long and maybe left you some offerings, you would cope with them hanging around. Besides breakfast was more important right now and it a beautiful day with a light breeze. The waves roll calmly onto the shore...

A little too calmly.

You hum with a frown, eyeing the swaying trees. If a storm was on the horizon you’d be in for a turbulent night but then again, that meant the boat wouldn't be around very long.

Diving back under the surface, you begin your daily search of food; much to the fish's dismay.

That night, you couldn't settle.

The boat had in fact come closer, the thrum of voices, of laughter, of sound, calling to you like a damn siren song of its own. You'd wandered around you cave tidying what little items you had, skimmed pebbles into the water before giving up and diving in.

A peek.

A short nosy.

As always keeping your distance and observing from a far. No matter how much you wished you could be a part of their joy.

The sun was quickly setting as you swam to the bottom of the water bowl. You could still see through the water easily enough, thankfully, but the darkness would provide additional cover from the beasts.

The water was tepid now, the current strong, but your curiousity is stronger as you swam through the same tunnel you had this morning. You tried not to rush, pretending to be calm and collected, although you had no one to pretend to.

Approaching the boat, you can hear laughter. You glide through the current like a hot knife through butter, twirling and rolling under the boat as you listen to the happy chatter above you. With the lights of the boat, you would be pushing it getting closer; too risky to be seen. However, being under the boat, hearing the drunken merriment above made you feel.... happy. Sure, you were on the outside looking in but for a short while you could pretend that you were a part of their group, their... pod.

You lay back, staring up at the bottom of the boat. Pod. The word flitted around your brain from time to time; a word from another life, from your childhood, before you were alone. You supposed, from memories with blurred faces you'd pieced together over the years, that having a pod was important for a variety of reasons; passing on tradition, sharing history and social development. It was a shame you didn't have one.

Sighing, you sent a mass of bubbles skyward but before your alien blues could settle in, a sound erupted from above. It wasn't like the sounds you'd heard before. Vibrations flooded the water, wracking your body with sensations of bass. You've never moved so quickly in all of your life to the surface, not even caring if you're within range of the boat lights.

As you surface another new sound erupts; your eyes widen, your heart swoons. It sounds beautiful. And yet... you couldn't begin to describe it in a way that would do it justice. Symphonies echo around you as instruments that you'd never heard begin their piece. Tears well at the sheer emotion evoked deep within you; rocking you to the very corners of your soul.

But then, in a cruel twist of fate, one of the smaller beasts began to attempt to mimic the voice emanating from the boat.

And it was awful.

"Well you can tell by the way I walk I'm a woman's man - no time to talk."

Your hands slap over your ears and you grimace, glaring angrily up at the boat. The voice was too comically high, off-key and off-beat (somehow).

"Jensen! Quit it!"

That was a different voice to the one singing and although you couldn't understand what was being said, from the tone you could tell they weren't pleased at the noise being made either. You grumbled as you sunk slightly lower into the water as the first voice continued. More noises of repulsion from the boat turn to laughter. Then a figure appeared, moving in-time to the music yet still off beat to the lyrics near your side of the boat. You were going to disappear but his back was to you; and you couldn't miss the opportunity to watch the strange movements he was making.

His arms jutted in odd directions; diagonally and back to his hips, left and then right. You silently mimicked them, trying not to stir the water too loudly. The beast then moved his hips fiercely, circling them around and around as he continues yelling the same words as the disembodied voice.

You look down at your tail, barely visible beneath the waves now. Perhaps it would be better when you'd dried off to do whatever he was doing with his hips. However, it seemed like it was too much fun not to join in.

You dip back under the surface, hiding from sight once more and copying the moves you saw from the strange blond beast on the boat. Your tail sliced through the water as you swished your hips, raising your arms and twirling in time to the thuds (and abominable singing). Very soon you were laughing and smiling; this was far better than the other times beasts had been in your waters.

The pitter of rain on the surface came about an hour later, with shouts of anguish from the boat as the party retreated under cover. Howls of wind made the sea swell, your body pushed upwards by the current, the boom of thunder and crack of lightning illuminating thea and sky.

You knew this would happen but it was still disappointing. Your fun had been ruined. Breaking the surface, you gulp at the air and bob ferociously in amongst the waves, a mixture of rain and sea spray splashing your face.

There's shouts from the boat and something catches your peripheral. The boat sits on a wave far above your head. The current and dragged you closer to the bow without you noticing and with the way the boat was rocking you needed to dive and fast.

You dip beneath the waves, fighting your way to the depths as the boat smashes into the current where your body had been seconds before.

Another lightning bolt sends a beam of light through the darkness and you see a figure swimming upwards. Upwards towards the boat, where the swell of the current leads.

You don't think. You swim hurriedly towards the figure, gripping its waist and dragging them back into the depths just as the boat slams down into the ocean with a violent smack.

The figure fights you and you recognise the figure as the blond beast from earlier. Smacking at your back and arms and kicking your tail with muffled grumbles that make your heart rate skyrocket, he tries to pry himself free from your grip.

You growl at him wishing he would be still. The only thing you're chanting to yourself is to take him to safety.

Take him home.

Your tail beats hard, desperately trying to escape the current that mercilessly drags you and your newly saved beast backwards into the depths. Your home isn't far and your spurred on when you feel the beast sag against you, his movements slowing to a limp halt.

Panick-stricken, you push your body to the limit, forcing yourself to get to your cave and carefully navigate around the rocky walls with the beast in your arms. You manage to successfully get through the tunnel entrance and you make a hasty swim to the surface.

The beast is still limp against you as you paddle to the shore line, forcing your tail to transform back to your legs. The process was painful, if you didn't know what you were doing, and there was always an ache afterwards. You'd learned to do it accidentally, it was a survival response but that didn't make the rip of your legs as they separated any less agonising especially with the weight of the beast on you.

With small grunts you angle him onto your shoulder, knees bending painfully under his weight. You tell yourself you'll be better on the morning and push forward, dragging yourself and the beast from the shallow waters and to your nest of blankets despite the urge to collapse against the pebbles and stones.

You half drop, half throw the beast down and collapse next to him, poking his face. He's still not moving. A growl of concern leaves you and you press your ear to his soaked chest. Surely, he had the same organs as you did?

A gentle thumping, eerily quiet, comes from beneath your ear.

You shove him onto his side and smack his back hard. The first smack does nothing but the second makes him cough up water and take a huge inhale of air. You sigh, sitting onto your haunches as he turns onto his back.

There's no light bar the lightning strike and the wind and rain add a vicious cold bite in the air. You turn to the makeshift fire pit you have, beyond the blankets, trying to settle your breathing and wish the ache in your muscles away. You move towards it, setting up a small pile of driftwood and striking stone against flint. Sparks fly and your new companion groans and sputters. Once the fire is steady, you move back to him, checking for any injuries.

Other than a gash on his forearm, he seems okay if not a little disorientated.

“Wow,” He mutters up at you, eyes fluttering under some strange circular crystals. “You’re beautiful.”

You smile back at him but your brows furrow in confusion. You still don’t know what he’s saying but it doesn’t seem aggressive or threatening, it seems.... sweet.

His eyes flutter closed again and he sighs, turning his body towards the warmth of the fire. Towards you.

You run your fingers through the short hair on his head tentatively. You'd never been this close before. Your heart thumped wildly as you moved down beside him, scanning his face and features as he fell asleep beside you. You cuddled closer when he shivered draping one of the many towels and blankets over you both before the adrenaline crash claimed you for sleep as well.

When Jake blinks awake to the morning sun cascading through the high entrance of the cave, his head spins trying to remember the events of the night before.

However, when he looks down he sees you curled into his side and fast asleep, he thinks he must be in heaven. He attempts to move away without waking you but a burst of pain in his left arm makes him groan in agony.

Your head whips up, your heart frenzied, and you stare down at him.

"Good morning," He says slowly, not that you understand or care. "You... saved me?"

You blink at him and tilt your head, your eyes flickering over his face and then down to his arm. The cut is deeper than you'd originally thought but it doesn't look awful, which was a good sign.

"Thank you."

Inching closer, you glance back to him. Your attempts to study him had gone amiss last night. Now, with the light of a new day and no worry of crashing out, you were able to study him a lot better.

You reach out, your fingertips brushing against the patch of... fur ? He has on his face. He jumps at the touch but allows you to trace your fingers around his lips, looking up at you with wide blue eyes.

"You know, you should probably give me your name before you go touching me." He comments, but there's a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. Your fingers continue to brush his soft pink lips, entranced. You don't know why you'd saved him; don't know why you'd brought him to your home or even slept next to him. It was strange, really; your fascination of a complete stranger, a beast so different to yourself, brought on so suddenly and unexpectedly.

You feel your lips twitch upwards back at him as fingers trail up to the clear crystals over his eyes and you tap them with your fingernail.

"Hey now," the stranger laughs, his hands coming up to take yours. "Don't break my accessories. I need 'em to see."

His grip on your hands is gentle, his intent not to restrain you. He still speaks in a tongue you don't understand but like his warm grip, it's soft, playful even. You sit back slightly, your towel-blanket falling away from you as you regarding his features again, when you catch his eyes flicker downward and his head jerks back; his eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh God." He mutters as you watch his face change colour to a berry red. Were all beasts like this? Could their skin colour change?

"You're naked?"

Your hands cup his cheeks and your palms boil against his skin. When you catch the redness appearing from below the clothing he wears, your handsy exploration is halted by a firmer grip on your hands and a panicked, "Woah! No, okay. Let's just slow down."

You give a short huff, brows furrowed at him and lips puffed into a cute pout. An expression the stranger clearly struggles to give in to as he sits up, looking at your face and still clutching your hands.

"My name is Jake," he annunciates the words slowly, searching your eyes to see if you understand but you look at him blankly. "Jake Jensen."

You shrug at him and he points at himself. "Jake."

"Jake." You repeat, getting a feel for his name on your tongue. It felt perfect and it made an excitable feeling bubbling in your chest. "Jake."

"What about you, huh?" He urges, nodding at you. "What's your name?"

You don't remember your name and even if you did, he may not even be able to pronounce it. You settle for bumping your forehead against his instead, staring into his vast, ocean-like eyes.

"Guess you don't have one." Jake chuckles giving you a sympathetic look. "We'll find one. But I need to get out of these damp clothes first."

He moves away from you slightly to look around your home, spotting the fire pit. He gets to his feet and begins humming to himself, setting the wood as you had the night before, lighting another small fire that crackled loudly throughout the cave. But another fire burns; deep within your belly, one that you feel often and one that is only quelled by your hand between your thighs. Your can feel the hairs on your neck stand on end and a warm flush creep up your cheeks as he hums, watching intensely as he removes his damp clothing save for the brightly coloured item below his waist, your eyes trailing his toned body and the strange markings he has etched onto his skin. Climbing silently to your feet, you come up behind him as he relishes the warmth of the fire and take a quiet inhale through your nose, attempting to place his scent. The smell of the sea has stuck to him but he smells delicious; warm and almost tropical. Sweet.

Your fingers dance down his spine, and he shivers and yelps but when he turns his face to you, he has a bashful grin.

"Can't get enough of me can you?"

You blink at him again, wishing you knew what he was saying. Looking down, you press a splayed hand against the taught muscles of his stomach, against another small thatch of the coarse fur that seems to cover him.

He sucks in a sudden breath and you look up at him curiously. Jake's cheeks are that rosy pink colour again. A large hand covers yours and moves it away from his body, warmth radiating from him in waves but when he speaks, his voice is low and laden with a tone you'd never heard before.

"Sweetheart, I'm trying to be a good person but you're making it hard." His breathing is heavier and when you see the bob of his throat and the way his tongue glides over his lips, you squeeze your legs together involuntarily.

Your eyes glance down to the patterns etched on his chest. Memories swirl; you remember seeing something similar as a child. Your hand reaches up, delicately tracing the outline of the image with your finger.

"You like my tattoos?" Jake chuckles down to you, smiling softly at the look of wonder on your face.

"Tah-toooo?" You mimick, flicking at the image on his skin.

"Ow! Yeah, tattoo." Jake rubs his chest where you flicked him and you watch in awe as the image doesn't disappear. "I have this one on my arm too."

He half turns, showing you an image of a ram head on his bicep. You cup the muscle between your hands. Your hands barely emcompass the bicep as you study the image, the tattoo, and Jake flexes his muscles.

What happens instead surprises you both; not only do you squeak but a flurry of giggles erupt from you and you squeeze his arm tighter. Jake was a funny beast, in all senses of the word, and it made your little heart pitter-patter with excitement. No other beast had made you feel like this. No other beast had made you want to risk revealing yourself to them. There was a word on the tip of your tongue for someone like him, someone special, but even if you could remember it you doubted it would translate to whatever language he spoke. But maybe this transcended language.

Your eyes glitter as you look up at him, your heart skipping when you find he's smiling warmly down at you. Your hands explore the width of his shoulders, turning him back to face you, before dropping lower to wander over the hair on his chest again. Your fingers follow a dark line of hair that trails lower and lower....

You can feel his breath on your skin and heat from your core bubble upwards, making your own skin change to a shade of angry, blistering red. Your nipples pebble when they brush against the coarse, rough fur of his chest. Another rush of insatiable hunger, of desperate need for him, washes over you.

Closing what little distance is left between you, your press your face up against his intending to bump your forehead against his again and look into those gorgeous eyes once more. However when his breath catches at your closeness, his lips part temptingly, and you decide to press yours against them.

All inhibition melts away and you wrap your arms around him, squeezing him against you and adoring the feeling of that rough hair on his chest over your sensitive nipples. Your eyes flutter and you hum, your nerves electrified.

When your hips bump with his, your breath catches, and you break the sweet kiss to look down between your bodies. Between his hips, under the brightly coloured clothing there was the outline of something hard.

"Fuck, sorry. You're just beautiful and naked, I-"

His words are cut short when you grab the outline of the thing between you.

"Jesus!" He huffs, prying your tight hands from around his stiff cock. "Be careful there, darlin'. The goods have to be handled with care."

You look up to him, your brows knitted with impatience. Whatever you were feeling towards him, he clearly felt towards you too. You had been on your own for so long that whatever this thing was; you wanted more of it. And it seemed that in order to do that you would need to remove his strange clothing.

You drop so quickly Jake doesn't register it at first until he feels a breeze dance across his now-bare thighs.

"MY GOODS!"

Jake's attempt to cover himself are slapped away by your hands and he eventually sighs, resigning himself to the strange predicament he's in. Not that he was complaining about his situation. A beautiful woman completely enraptured by him and wants to fuck him? He's the luckiest guy in the world right now. Even if he happened to be dead, this heaven was perfect.

His cock twitches when you drag your nose along his inner thigh, breathing in the new musky scent that seems to surround the area of flesh once previously hidden. Even though what you're seeing is entirely new to you, you know from your own explorations of your body that this area tends to be sensitive and that you should proceed with care, despite the deep-rooted primal urge to... well, have him.

You trail kisses along his thigh until you reach the apex of your curiosity. You glance up, surprised to see Jake watching you with a half-lidded expression, his extra appendage emanating heat. You wait for a moment, waiting for him to speak, or another nonverbal cue to halt your exploration of him. But when none come, you give the tip of his appendage a small lick.

"Hooooo 'kay." He breathes out, trying to focus his brain. But when his beautiful eyes flutter you take it as your sign to continue, lapping at the small beads of salty substance that taste like the musk you had smelled. Feeling a wash of excitement when he shudders a moan, you take the entire tip into your mouth, and Jake's hands fly into your hair.

You look up at him, pouting around his cock, and Jake almost busts there and then. Jake gives a small nod for you to continue and you hollow your cheeks, sucking him down your throat eagerly and humming around him. He tasted delicious and from the sounds he was making as your mouth moved up and down his shaft, he knew you thought so too.

You move further down eager to take all of him, if you could, but when his tip nudges the back of your throat you gag. You don't move back though, tears prickling at your eyes as you try to breathe around him, accommodating to his size.

"Just stay still," Jake says gently, stroking a hand over your hair. Your mouth relaxes at his gesture, and you chance another glance skyward and see Jake giving you an encouraging smile. "There you go. Just breathe, sweetness."

You hum around him again and feel him twitch against your tongue. He groans again, head tilting back out of your line of sight. Pride fills your lungs as you take a deep inhale through your nose, slick pooling between your legs. After a few more pumps up and down his shaft Jake halts you with a short tug to your hair.

"Fuck. C'mere gorgeous." Jake joins you on the blankets, pulling your face to his and capturing your lips in a ravenous kiss. A rumbling sound rises from Jake’s chest as his tongue slips between your lips, hungrily tasting himself on your tongue.

The rumbling sound makes your clit throb and you mewl at him, opening your mouth wider to allow him to explore freely as your hands knot in his short hair and you push him onto his back with your body.

Jake's hands slide up and down your body but not once does his mouth stop moving against yours, not even when your legs straddle his hips. There's another rumble when you slide your cunt against his cock and you're first to break the kiss to let out a loud moan.

Jake's chest heaves as he searches your face with a smile, reaching down behind you to drag his hard cock between your wet folds and watching your pretty face contort with pleasure.

"Feel good, baby?"

Your hips jerk downwards and, completely by accident, sheath him completely inside of you. You both stiffen with voiceless gasps. You've never been so full before. You can feel how he twitches at every flutter of your pussy and when you rock back onto his thighs you can feel his cock press against your walls, creating a visible bulge against the soft skin of your mound.

Your nails dig into his shoulders and you bite down on your pouty lips, stifling a moan and making it vibrate through your body instead. Jake's hands grip your flesh hard as he curses in his strange tongue, babbling something that made your body flush and flutter. You move your hips, grinding down in circles rocking back and forth; almost doing the same movements he had the night before. And it feels fucking fantastic.

Mewls and gasps rip from your throat, and you're helpless to stop them as you watch Jake’s blue eyes widen; his pupils dilating so much that the tropical ocean blue is replaced with stormy sea black.

"Thaaaaat's it. You're doing so well, honey." Jake praises, running his hands up the curves of your hips to cup and squeeze and your breasts tenderly. Your breathing hiccups when his thumbs graze your hard, sensitive nipples and your pussy constricts him further. The pleasure he slowly draws from makes you want more and more of him.

"J-Jake." Your voice is shaky and your thighs tremble. The swell of pleasure unlike anything you had experienced had you moaning loudly as your walls spasmed around Jake.

"I know, I've got you." He murmurs, giving your hips a reassuring squeeze before his hips snap upwards, sending him deeper into your cunt and lurching you forward. You brace against his shoulders, whining his name, as your cock-drunk gaze meets his glassy, pussy-drunk one and you feel a cord somewhere within your core tighten.

Pebbles beneath your nest of towels and blankets eat into your knees as Jake moves his hips against yours. He's slow at first, feeling every drag and ridge your tight hole offers before losing himself to the pleasure when you drop your face to kiss him sweetly. Rumbles of pleasure erupt from you both, your mouths caught between moans, kisses and sweet nothings as Jake ruts into you.

The cord you felt earlier tightens and tightens until you feel an almost rising panic, shouting Jake's name when that cords finally snaps. A rush of pleasure makes you feel lightheaded, your pussy squeezing tightly. You're on cloud nine, still being fucked when you suddenly find yourself on your back staring up at Jake.

Open-mouthed kisses and pants litter your neck and you offer the same to him, with the addition of digging your nails into his back and soft whimpers of his name. The cord in your core tightens faster this time and when Jake fucks into you harder than before, you cum over his cock a second time.

"Oh shit oh shit." Jake pulls out of you after a few more thrusts, pumping himself a few times before covering your abdomen with a warm, sticky substance. Without hesitation you dip your fingers down swiping up some of the substance and bringing it to your face, studying the creamy substance for a moment before popping your fingers into your mouth and clean them with a happy, blissful hum.

Jake slumps back onto his haunches watching you with a dopey smile before moving to lie next to you.

"Wow." He pants, moving to lie next to you, propped on his elbow.

"Wow." You mimic, giving him a grin. Jake breaks into a bright smile, leaning over to peck your lips. You giggle and and turn into him, nuzzling against his chest and humming happily.

And for the first time, he mimicks you; humming with a beautiful bass that complements your own song. The elation you feel persists as you hold onto him, both of you in harmony, for moments that stretch eons. You were right before; whatever was between you transcended language.

"You really like singing huh?" He says dreamily.

You nip along his jawline playfully, only half-listening to whatever gibberish he's saying. He has unlocked something that you are unwilling to part with.

"Do you like music?"

"Mewz-ick?" You murmur back to him with another curious head tilt, halting your kisses.

"Yeah, you know," he pauses for a moment and then he begins to do that awful thing with his voice that he did last night.

You lunge at him. Jumping back onto his sprawled body as he shrieks in terror, your hands flying to his mouth, fighting to clamp his mouth shut. But then he hums confusedly from behind your palm, condensation forming on your skin against the soft of his mouth and you relax again, removing your hands from his mouth to cup his face.

"Okay! Okay!" Jake puffs a laugh as you grumble at him. "You don't like my singing - I got the hint."

You lean down, pressing your forehead against his and look into his eyes. They gleam with happiness, like yours do, and if you look a little longer you'd swear you're tail would appear as you drown into the depths of his soul.

Jake's lips meet yours for a tender kiss, a finger trails your spine to make you shiver and he chuckles when you nip his lips for it.

"We should probably clean up." Jake murmurs, although he's not too keen on moving away from you. Despite his being a romantic, and trying (and failing) to find someone, there was something about you that was enthralling. Falling hard and fast was in Jake's repertoire, sure, but this felt different. The way you looked at him, the way you held him, touched him. And by God, the way you fucked him.

You seemed just as enthralled too, which made the entire strange situation better.

Sitting up, you pondered your next move. The word for someone like Jake was itching the back of your mind and it was becoming bothersome. You picked up Jake's arm, the one with the gash, and checked it carefully. It hadn't reopened but washing it out may be a good idea.

Heaving to your feet with a displeased grunt you offer your hand to Jake whose still watching you with a pleasant smile. You smile back at him and pull him to the edge of the water basin. Repeating yesterday morning's routine you wade into the water with Jake closely behind.

The water is cooler than yesterday and reasonably calm. The storm had had its tantrum and had moved on and, much like the usual boats and beasts, left you with a gift you'd forever be thankful for.

You swim further into basin, so that you're deep enough to allow your tail plenty of space to move.

"Wow, talk about a strong swimmer. No wonder you were able to rescue me." Jake comments, paddling idly behind you. Watching his slow movements, a sly idea comes to your mind, making you smirk over at him before you dive to the soft sand at the bottom of the basin.

You curl into yourself and watch the surface, the Jake's legs moving languidly against water. The sound of his garbled voice speaking softly in the echo of the cave.

"Sweetheart? Where'd you go?"

You swim upwards towards Jake's feet slowly, grasping his ankle and pulling him down towards you hard. He yelps but when he sees you giggling under the water at him, cracks into a playful smile and reaches for you; fingers tickling at your ribs. You blow bubbles at him and try and wriggle away, your tail swatting at his legs.

He looks down and does a double take before rushing to the surface, dragging you with him.

"You have a tail! You're a mermaid?" He can't seem to tread water in his excitement, and disappears for a moment before reappearing and splashing excitably, making you flinch.

"Mermaid?" You mutter back to him, confused.

He points wildly at your tail beneath the surface. "Mermaid!" He pants. "You're a mermaid!"

Your purse your lips at him, still not sure what he's saying but he's clearly excited about it. He doesn't seem to mind that you have a tail. Quite the contrary, he's asking you something as his hand tentatively reaches forward to touch your tail.

The muscles twitch under his palm, sending shivers throughout your body, scales rippling multicolour in the tiny inlet of sun. Jake's eyes are wide with fascinatination, stroking up and down your scales and your tail flicks at him.

"The swimming makes sense now," he mutters to himself, running his hands over your hips where scale meets skin. "Why you were out there. How you were able to save me."

He looks to the blankets and fire, then back to you. "But you don't speak English. How... long have you been here?"

When you give him a blank stare he gives you an apologetic look. "Oh yeah. Can't speak English. My bad."

A thought crosses his mind and his skin pales as you move closer to him and his voice drops to a quiet, worried tone,"Did you need me to - to... Breed?"

You pull a face at him , scrunching your nose. Whatever he'd said, you were sure it was a little bit insulting.

Your tail flicks in annoyance, a gush of water splashing Jake's face.

"Okay - yeah, I deserved that."

His shoulders relax and you wrap your arms around his neck, your tail swishing gently between his legs. "I need to find where the boat went. Do you think you could help me baby?"

"Jake," you murmur, placing tender kisses over his face, carefully avoiding to bump his glasses.

"Yeah Bubbles? Oop-" you tip him underwater, giggling happily as you twist around him, holding him close. The rumbling sound that emits from deep within your soul echoes within the water and you watch Jake's eyes go glassy and he grins up at you.

You twist onto your back, grinning right back at him, elation in your bones making you a weightless, perfect semi-circle above him.

Mate.

That was the word you'd been searching for. That's who Jake was to you. Your mate. Now and forever.

There was a myriad of things to do with your Jake, so many questions you couldn't yet voice with answers you couldn't understand and experiences you had yet to live. However, first and foremost, you needed to find where his pod had disappeared to and gather more food.

Then you'd teach him how to sing.

A/N: so, I lied when I said I said this would be shorter lol

I am sorry for making your first "human" song Stayin' Alive 🥲 It just seemed like smth Jake would sing

Anyway this was the first of many ideas I had and I'm sorry it took aaaaages but after rehashing it and figuring out what siren I wanted for this well... my drafts certainly got a lot bigger. But me oh my what a SLOG (this took the longest a fic has ever taken - A MONTH)

Since I have Fluffcember this month, I can't promise any new story uploads HOWEVER I have put a little poll out to see which darling should come next in the collection.

Thanks again to @steviebbboi for the prompts that ultimately ended up inspiring an entire collection. Maybe Jake and Bubbles will get a part 2 (but oh boy I do belive Guppy should get a part 2 first)

- Love, Grem x

a/n2: IT WAS 6.1k???????

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