#stay in santorini

[clerati]

What I'm trying to say is that all writing is personal, but some stories are *personal*.

When you write something like that, it doesn't matter if it's just for you, or only touches one or two other people. It's just a deeper kind of experience.

[kebriones]

In case anyone is interested in what's up with the Santorini earthquakes the past couple of days...

These are the earthquakes in the rest of the country as a comparison.

[gemsofgreece]

Hello, quick question. What the fuck

"Santorini: The local department of the National Conservatory has shut down - It will be converted to an Airbnb"

If you ever ever travel to Greece, one plea: DON'T stay to an Airbnb. They are destroying the country. Trust me. If you want the good of the country and its people, go to a hotel, maybe ideally a small business boutique hotel but any hotel is more ethical than an Airbnb at this point.

[mamiobesssionfics]

Wife for Hire

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: When Rhea Ripley offers you a fake marriage in exchange for cold, hard cash, you agree out of desperation. But what starts as a business arrangement quickly becomes something else.

You were halfway through your shift and ready to bite the head off the next table that asked for water “with no ice and two lemon slices.”

Your apron had a stain you couldn’t explain, your shoes were killing you, and your rent was due in three days.

So naturally, when she walked in you didn’t expect her to sit in your section. She was tall, terrifying, and suited like she owned the planet.

But she did it with purpose.

Rhea Ripley.

You’d heard her name before. 

Some kind of corporate powerhouse. CEO of something cold and ruthless. Rich enough to make your entire life disappear with the tap of a black card.

She sat down alone, removed her sunglasses, and levelled you with a stare that nearly knocked you off your feet.

“Hi,” you managed. “Welcome-”

“I’m not here to eat.”

You blinked. “Okay. Then…?”

She tilted her head slightly. “I’m here for you.”

You stared, blinked once. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet.” She slid a black envelope across the table. “But I’ve read your file.”

“…I have a file?”

“You work here. You’re barely making rent. You have a tendency to speak before thinking, and you don’t take shit from anyone. That’s exactly what I need.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you offering me a job or a hit?”

Rhea smirked. “I need a wife.”

You laughed. Out loud. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She didn’t laugh back. “Fake wife. Temporary. One week. I’m finalizing a merger with a family-owned company. They’re very… traditional. They like a clean image, loyal partners, and no scandals. I need someone to play the role. Smile, attend dinners, stay on my arm, keep their mouth shut unless I ask them to speak.”

You crossed your arms. “You’ve clearly never met me.”

“I have. I’ve watched you for two weeks.”

“Well… that’s not creepy at all.”

“I prefer the term ‘thorough.’” She leaned in, voice lower. “It’s a lot of money. More than you’ve made in years. You’ll live in my penthouse for the week. We’ll fly to Santorini for the meetings. You’ll wear what I tell you, say what I need, and act like you love me.”

You arched a brow. “What if I say no?”

Rhea smiled. “You won’t.”

You said yes. Of course you did.

The penthouse was bigger than your entire childhood apartment. The clothes she laid out were designer. Custom fit. One of the dresses cost more than your car.

“You don’t have to buy me things,” you muttered as she handed you a box with Louboutins inside.

“I don’t buy. I invest,” she said simply. “And you’re worth every cent.”

“You barely know me.”

“I know enough.”

She zipped up the back of your dress like she’d done it a thousand times before. Her fingers brushed your spine, lingering for a moment too long.

You caught her watching you in the mirror.

“What?” you asked.

“You clean up well,” she said, voice soft now. “Maybe too well.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she said, stepping closer, “if I’m going to pretend to be madly in love with you… I’m going to have to try a little harder not to make it real.”

The week was a blur.

Photoshoots. Champagne toasts. Elegant dinners where her hand found your thigh under the table. 

Paparazzi flashing outside hotels. 

Her lips brushed your ear as she whispered, “Smile, baby. You’re my world now.”

But behind closed doors, things started to shift.

She kissed your cheek goodnight. 

Pulled you into her lap by the fire. 

Teased you in silk robes, tugging the belt slowly, just to see you squirm.

“You like being spoiled,” she murmured one night, brushing diamonds against your collarbone. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”

“I’m not used to it,” you whispered back.

“Get used to me,” she said. “I don’t do halfway.”

On the sixth night, she kissed you. Really kissed you.

No cameras. No crowd. Just her lips on yours, soft and slow, hands framing your face like you were breakable.

You whimpered against her mouth, fingers fisting her shirt. She pulled back just enough to speak.

“Tell me the truth,” Rhea said. “Do you still hate me?”

You stared up at her, breathless. “I think I might be in love with you.”

Her smile was soft, almost shy. “Took you long enough.”

By the end of the week, the deal was sealed. The merger was done. The last press conference ended, and you were in her hotel suite packing your bags when she said:

“Don’t go.”

You looked up. “The job’s over.”

“I don’t care.” She crossed the room in three strides. “Let me make it real.”

You swallowed. “Are you serious?”

She cupped your face, kissed you gently.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”

[mickyschumacher]

can i request something for carlos sainz x leclerc!reader on vacation?there’s such a soft spot in me for summer vacation carlos like in a beach setting or on a yacht. it can be soft or smutty it doesn’t matter i just love summery carlos. thank you!!!

[SECRETS IN SANTORINI!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: while the leclercs maybe spending their summer vacation at home, you opted for a secret vacation in santorini with your secret boyfriend, carlos sainz. or in which you are secretly dating your brother's teammate.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minor dni), unprotected sex (if you're gonna slip, slop, slap, you must wrap your willy!), reader dob in 1999, dating in secret trope!, sainz & leclerc = google translated spanish & french ._., ig the reader has a shaved downstairs?, p in v, teasing, oral sex, lovey dovey smut?, poor humour, breastplay, fingering, cumming inside, bit of overstimulation for the reader, scandal and swift references, love confessions.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: bf!carlos sainz x younger leclerc!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+

𝐀/𝐍: firm agree on the summery carlos! is it really my writing if i don't get santorini involved? anyways, hope this was up to your standards! sorry for the long wait! ♡︎

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Dating your brother's teammate was never on your bucket list. Hell, you tried to stay away from Formula 1. Well, as much as Leclerc could anyways.

People older than you weren't really your type. You opted for people near your age. That way there wasn't an awkward generation gap and there was no one that reminded you of your older brothers. Carlos was only five years older than you but the generational gap was most certainly there.

Men your age were... well, boys.

Men Carlos' age were men but also men.

You had seen Carlos at races before. And he was an attractive man, obviously. But that was that. You passed each other down the paddock, barely giving each other a glance. And not to mention the obvious, you were far too young for him at the time.

But then Ferrari's first car launch after signing Carlos had happened.

You had seen Carlos more in the few hours the event lasted than the past few years. You didn't know what it was. Whether you were unintentionally stalking him or vice versa. What you did know, however, he was definitely eyeing you.

By the time Charles had introduced you, Arthur, Lorenzo, and your mother, Carlos was trying to keep his interest at bay, pretending to be as family-friendly as possible.

Carlos ended up catching you as you came out of the bathroom, smoothly asking for your number. And as much as you wanted to give it to him, you weren't going to be easy. You were a Leclerc for crying out loud.

If Carlos wanted you, he would have to earn you.

And boy did he try.

You had heard from several people and the Internet that Carlos was a hardcore romantic. You never thought about it up until he started pulling out all the stops.

He was attentive as hell, remembering your favourite drinks, slipping you a new book to read as he talked to Charles, purposely linking his pinky with yours as discreetly as he could just so he could see you flush in front of him, sending you clothes for you to wear to his races to your apartment...

Carlos was menace.

But somewhere along the line, he became your menace.

You and Carlos were the epitome of the saying 'Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours'.

Keeping it secret... sure it was frustrating at times. The both of you had person after person trying to get with you because, well, you were a Leclerc and he was Carlos Sainz. Carlos had managed to draw a line by telling people he had a girlfriend but he didn't want to reveal her.

Yeah... it didn't settle well with the grid, in particular the three gossipers of the grid: Pierre, Lando, and your brother.

But after all the little bumps in the road, it was smooth sailing.

Most of the time you spent time together was alone, just the two of you. That way, there was no risk of being caught and you could revel in each other.

Of course, it wasn't that easy. Nothing was easy with you and Carlos, especially given that you couldn't keep your hands off of one another. Carlos a slight more than you because you had the decency and fear of embarrassment of getting caught by anyone. Carlos, on the other hand, was as indecent as they come. Hands always looking for an excuse to touch you, eyes travelling to find you first in any room, sending dirty texts when you sat across him... like you said, he was a menace.

To make things easier for yourself, for this summer break, you and Carlos had picked trusty Santorini as a romantic getaway, taking his dog Piñon as a welcomed third wheeler. Filled with so many tourists that you and Carlos would look like any regular couple there.

"Now this is a summer break," You breathed out, walking on to the yacht you had rented out for your stay in Greece. The air was clean and crisp, the sun was already beating down on you despite it being nine in the morning, and the translucent blue waters brought you a sense of familiarity that Monaco held.

"Don't you agree, Piñon?" You cooed to the soft ball of white curled up into your arms. A small bark of agreement came from the dog, tail wagging in happiness.

Carlos chuckled behind you, putting down your bags on the deck, under the shade. His thick arms enveloped your waist, bringing you closer to him. Nestling his chin into your shoulder, he said, "That's good, hermosa (beautiful). Now try saying it in Spanish."

You made a face at his teasing tone. Pulling yourself out of his grasp, you turned towards him. "Ahora son unas vacaciones de verano. ¿No estás de acuerdo, mi querido Carlos?" You recreated the same coaxing tone you had given Piñon to your lover, pinching his cheek with the energy of an overly endearing mother. Now this is a summer break. Don't you agree, my dear Carlos?

Carlos gave you a pointed look. You were teasing him. You knew he liked when you spoke Spanish because it was cute to see you fumble over the words but it also meant a lot to him that you were trying.

You rolled your eyes at his reaction and settled Piñon on the deck after making sure it wasn't too hot for those small paws of his. You watched him trot around the yacht, carefully examining his surrounding to test his boundaries.

Satisfied that Piñon was safe, you turned back to Carlos. "Brunch?"

"Brunch..." Carlos trailed off, hand reaching out to your face. The soft pad of his thumb graze your lips, gently pulling on your bottom lip to watch it bounce back. "...or brunch?" He asked, voice heavy with a clear need.

Your body thrived with an eagerness to respond to his touch. Goosebumps were the paint to the canvas of your skin, littering each part of you even though you were impossibly warm in the sun. You really wanted brunch. But your stomach wanted brunch. Instead, you simply nodded to him, agreeing with the answer he had never said. "You're right. Food is very important."

Carlos groaned at your response. "Hermosa," He sighed out, bringing his arms around your waist to pull you close yet again. "I want you," He murmured against your skin, nose brushing against your cheek and hot breath wandering down your neck.

Carlos could feel you smile at his words. "And you have me... for two whole weeks," You reminded him, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek.

Carlos curled his lip in annoyance at your reminder while he revelled in your touch. "I could have you for four," He also reminded you.

You sighed. You hadn't seen him in three weeks because life had it's mysterious ways of making the both of you busy. You wanted nothing more than a month with Carlos. But it was far too suspicious.

You had barely convinced your mother and your brothers that you were going to Santorini for a 'self-exploration' trip. Charles had immediately offered to turn it into a family trip but you managed to settle him down by saying you would spend the last two weeks with them. Alexandra had been a sweetheart in the matter as well. She was the only one, as well as Kika and Lily, that had known about you and Carlos, claiming they sensed it from 'a mile away'.

What they truly meant was that Carlos wouldn't stop eye-fucking you from a far.

"It's okay," You mumbled woefully, patting his chest softly, "I'll be with you in spirit while you reign Madrid."

Carlos held in his eye roll at your theatrics, you had a flair for them. "I wish you would reign Madrid with me instead. I want you to meet the family, let me finally teach you golf, go to the holiday house with me, hmm?" He implored, chocolate brown flickering to search yours.

The pain behind your eyes made him feel frustrated. He knew how much you wanted to do that because you wanted the same thing with your family. "How 'bout I call Charles, hmm? I'm sure he'll understand."

The thought of Charles finding out from anyone but you made you shudder. Would he understand? What was so understandable about hiding the fact you were dating his teammate for over a year, especially over a call?

Arthur, amongst Charles and Lorenzo, would probably be the most hurt. You and him told each other everything. You guys were the closest in age, similar to how Lorenzo and Charles were. Hell, you even helped him confess and get with Carla. And he was waiting to do the same for you, with some he trusted and knew.

And Lorenzo? It was really for the best if he didn't know from Carlos. He had initially told you not to get too close to any of the drivers because he was worried for you and well, the reputation of F1 drivers and dating wasn't too great. But you were quite sure that anything you and Carlos did had crossed the line of 'too close'. '

"Carlos, mi amor, I love you, but I think the idea of brunch, not brunch, is more understanding."

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After your brunch, you had spent some time reading to Carlos inside the yacht, not wanting to get into the water just after you had eaten nor wanting to go out when the sunshine was at it's peak.

It was serene.

The windows were open, letting a cool breeze come and help reduce the heat and you were both sprawled on the soft mattresses that served as sofas on the floor of the yacht. The calmness and peace you had desired amongst the chaos life and F1 brought.

You were half sure that Carlos was close to falling asleep in your lap, but not by your retelling of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, after Carlos refused to see Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen for the sixth time this year, but by the way your combed your hand through his hair as you read. (Although you were still going to be persistent because the concept of seeing those two on screen in Santorini out of all places was a need, not a want).

"Carlos, mon beau (my handsome), you're going to fall asleep. Let's go swimming," You told him, placing your bookmark in between the pages and closing the book.

Carlos groaned, looking up at you. He held your hand close to his chest. "No, it's way too hot. Don't you see the water? It looks like lava."

You narrowed your eyes. "That precisely why we should go swimming. We can't just sit here and mope around. We're in Santorini... we need to stand up and move around."

Carlos lifted his head from your lap, sitting straight so he faced you. You let out a quick yelp when he pulled you forward, placing you onto his lap, legs straddling him. "I can think about fifty ways to stand up and move around... in fifty different positions."

You could feel your thighs involuntarily clench around him. You know he felt it to. You gasped at his words and shook your head. "You are a heathen, Carlos Sainz. A barbarian... a hooligan, a sexually-driven simpleton must I continue?"

"Well, I recall you loving this heathen, infidel, barbarian, and hooligan," Carlos shrugged, warm hands inching up the white sundress you had worn this morning. The action sent a shudder down your spine.

"Carlos," You mumbled, already falling into a state where you were losing the words to speak your thoughts as Carlos kneaded the flesh of your thighs with his rough hands.

"Yes?" Those puppy brown eyes flickered to your eyes while he brought his mouth to your thighs, opting to graze your heated skin with the teeth. "Tell me what you want, hermosa. And I'll give it to you."

You faltered at his words. His gaze was heavy with a dark blaze that sent your stomach churning. You allowed yourself to fully straddle Carlos' lap, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when you felt Carlos' clothed bulge press into your core.

Carlos struggled to prevent a strained hiss escape his gritted teeth, his grip on your thighs tightening, your flesh escaping the confines of his hands. Fuck, were your thighs so enticing to Carlos. He wanted to bite them and bruise them so even weeks later, they were covered in the reminiscents of him.

"What do you want, baby? Please tell me," Carlos begged, eyes desperately searching your own for any sign or indication of what you wanted.

You felt your core clench at the plea falling from Carlos' plump lips. You hadn't even really done anything but he was ready to serve you. Everything was foggy. You couldn't think straight. "I want... I want you, Carlos. Fuck, anything, everything... I–make love to me. Show me how much you love me."

His roaming hands came to a halt. "Mierda (shit)," Carlos cursed, bringing his tongue to swipe his bottom lip.

He could do that. He would love you so much that the entirety of Santorini would know and no one would even question your relationship with him.

Carlos brought his hands to your back, feeling the numerous strings of your dress against the pads of his fingers. One hand worked to undo the very knots he had done this morning while the other creeped up the back of your neck, pulling your head closer to his.

He brought his lips to yours, pressing them with an indescribable urgency. Your hands shot out to his chest, fisting the soft material of the polo you had chosen for him into a small bundle.

You gasped into the kiss, feeling a sudden breeze of cold air as the strings of your dress fell flat against your skin. Carlos' hands wandered down the surface of your back, coming to a stop at your waist.

The urge to get even closer to you coursed through Carlos' veins, pulling you flush against him. A moan fell from his swollen lips as you parted to fill the craving of some oxygen. Your pussy was pressed tight against his cock and your breasts were soft, pushed against his chest.

Carlos ventured to move his lips down the side of your jaw, edging towards your barren neck, aching to decorate you with aging and unique shades of purple and blue.

You let out a series of sinful whimpers upon the feeling of your skin being sucked at, feeding directly into his constrained cock. "Carlos..." You moaned out, eyes shut in pure pleasure, "They'll know. The–They'll ask q-questions."

"I know." You shivered as you feel him grin against your skin.

You watched him through your half-lidded eyes, moving up from your neck to look at you with his blistering gaze. With one simple movement, he took off his shirt, revealing his taut golden skin. Christ.

You sat still breathlessly on his lap as Carlos peeled off your dress, pulling your arms through the white material. The cool breeze trickled over your bare breasts, nipples hardening almost instantly.

Carlos let a warm hand rest over your rib, lifting you gently to remove your dress fully. He sighed, laying you down on the mattress. The tips of his fingers travelled from your neck and down the valley of your breasts, the hairs of your body standing straight at his touch.

"You know what it is a tragedy, hermosa?" Carlos queried, watching you quiver underneath him, chest heavily rising up and down.

He smiled at your asking through your eyes because the words just couldn't come out of your throat. "You will never see yourself the way I see you. Eres una sirena... obra de Dios. If He didn't put you on this Earth that would've been his biggest sin." You are a siren… God's work.

If your throat wasn't tied up before, it surely was now. You looked at him with a soft gaze, watching him come near you to press his lips on your own. You whimpered, feeling his hands travel towards your breasts, fondling your mounds with a cautious roughness that sent your stomach tingling.

You frowned at the loss of his lips but the complaint subsided upon the feel of his hot tongue swirling around your pebbled nipple. He paid attention to every flick and every crevice, keeping his deep eyes trained on you. He smiled at your hiss as he purposely grazed his teeth against your nipple.

Carlos removed his lips from your nipple, moving his head back to hover over your pussy. Still keeping his eyes on you, you watched in silence as the hot saliva fell from his lips, bubbly strings landing directly onto your glistening folds. Fucking hell.

"Eyes on me, baby," He told you, looking at your clenched eyes.

Your eyes shot open as Carlos took one long stripe of your folds, your hips bucking at the sudden sensation. Lingering a second too long on your clit, his tongue continued to work up towards your stomach and the valley of your breasts, returning his attention to your other nipple.

Your mouth fell open, feeling his fingers rub your wet folds, spreading his saliva around your pussy. While his tongue worked your nipple, he thrusted a thick finger into your walls. With your eyes rolling back, you attempted to fist the thick material of the mattress but to no avail.

"Fuckk, Carlos," You whimpered, writhing at his touch.

"Finally found your words, hmm?" Carlos teased, adding another finger into his torturous slow pace. His eyes were glued to watching your hips out of his periphery, snapping up to try and ride his fingers. As laboured breaths fell from your lips, he pushed his digits even further, aiming to reach a specific spot.

Smoothly, Carlos grabbed a nearby pillow, putting it under your lower back to bring you some comfort and a whole new level of pleasure. He stared at your face intently: your mouth had fallen wide open with a ghost whisper of his name flowing into the air, sweat glistened over your flushed face, pooling near the edges of your hair and neck, and your lips were swollen with the prettiest shade of red he had ever seen.

"Carlos," You managed to get out with your brain practically turning into jelly. "Carlos, please, I don't want to cum like this. I need your cock, please."

Carlos' cock throbbed at your pleas. "Your wish is my command, princesa."

Hearing your whines upon the loss of his fingers, Carlos took off his blue shorts faster than he had ever done in his life.

Even though you had been with Carlos sexually for a while, your cheeks still flamed when you saw his cock. Not out of embarrassment or unadulterated innocence. No. It was outright heat that was getting to you.

Every time you saw his cock, it was a violent shade of red, throbbing and aching, leaving Carlos begging to be touched by you.

You watched as Carlos leaned forward, hovering over you. It was beyond you how exactly pretty Carlos was. You hadn't realised until he started courting you. You had no idea how you were supposed to live without seeing his thicket of brown locks, his freckles that could only be depicted if you were close to him otherwise they blended with his prickly stubble, the smug smile he constantly wore to hide himself, and especially his big brown eyes that made you bend to his command.

"Carlos?" You softly called out.

Carlos' ears perked up at your gentle tone. He smiled down at you with raised brows. His hands continued to travel your body, retracing every curve and fold as he had committed to his memory. "Sí, mi hermosa?"

You ran a hand through his hair before caressing his cheek. God, he was your beautiful boy. "Je t'aime plus que tu ne peux l'imaginer." I love you more than you can imagine.

You knew he didn't speak French despite spending this many years with Charles but it often comes from you naturally when you were too caught up in your feelings.

"Je ne pense pas que ce soit le cas. You don't know how my every feeling is controlled by the look on your face. I can't breathe without you. Every race, I hope you're there waiting for me because you're pretending to wait for Charles. Hermosa, I exist for you. No one else." I don't think you do.

Your eyes widened, fresh tears lining your waterline. "You understood–you learned French?" You whispered, voice barely audible.

Carlos grinned. "I'm quite sure I said a lot of after that but yes, I did learn French for you... surprise!"

You suppressed the urge to push him off of you and gave him a long kiss. Pulling back, you laughed gently. "You're an idiot... making me cry during sex. And not even in the good way!" You feigned your complaint.

"Well, we still have tonight and thirteen more days. Today I'm just showing how much I love you," He whispered above your lips, hips lining up with yours.

You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling Carlos' cock brush past your folds. You both moaned in unison as he pushed his cock into your pussy. Your walls wrapped around his cock tightly, gripping him like a vice.

Carlos cursed several profanities under his breath, head lolling back while pleasure coursed through his body. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. His cock ached at the high-pitched mewl that fell from your swollen lips.

His hands fell to your hips, holding you tightly, slowly shifting you up and down his length, burying his cock in you.

You closed your eyes, letting your forehead rest on Carlos'. You can feel him staring at you, taking all of you in: every hue of your flushed state, your eyelashes riddled with tears and sweat, the heavenly and sinful sounds from your lips, and your greased hair.

"You are breathtaking," Carlos whispered against you.

You smiled, opening your eyes to meet his and rolling your hips slowly in response. "You make me feel so good," You praised.

A rough moan was elicited from Carlos, throat tight and choked up from your words and actions. He could barely function seeing your bare pussy take his cock so well, let alone how the tip of his cock throbbed when he lifted you up. His own eyes were beginning to shut as he revelled in the ecstasy you brought hip.

Fuck, you were so wet. You looked down at your thighs, seeing the obscene sheen of your arousal coat spread to Carlos' thighs. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, hips snapping to create a rhythm.

"Carlos, I, fuck," You blabbered in complete disarray. You were beginning to seem the edges of a familiar white light.

Although Carlos appreciated the sign, he could tell by the way you were clenched so tightly around his cock, getting his cock to pulsate every few seconds, that you were going to come.

He moved his hands between your legs, watching you sink over his cock one more time before he obstructed the view by using his thumb to rub your clit in circles.

"Mierda," Carlos cussed, feeling you grip his cock even further if it was possible. "Cum for me, mi amor."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You repeated the expletive as if it were a mantra, hips bucking as white clouded your vision. You let out a loud moan, body shaking as waves of your climax hit you one after the other.

Not a second later, Carlos was cumming too. His hips rutted against yours in almost an unrecognisable desperation, the peak of his ecstasy right within his grasp. His cock pulsed while his hips came to a falter, stuttering as ropes of his white cum spilled into you, warming your walls.

"F-Fuck," Carlos groaned, feeling your pussy clamp around him, trying to take every last drop of his cum.

You feel Carlos slump forward into you, exhausted. Gently, you lifted yourself off of his cock, wincing at your sensitivity. You fell straight onto the mattress, panting heavily.

"Shit!" You yelped as Carlos pushed some of his leaking come back into and circle your clit. You shook at the mini aftermath of your orgasm before calming back down.

"Satisfied?" You nudged Carlos playfully, knowing damn well Carlos liked to go the extra mile when it came to you.

"Very," Carlos commented, reaching his arms out to bring you closer to him.

You sighed, resting your head on his chest. The exhaustion was very quickly seeping into the both of you. Carlos' heartbeat was beginning to work as a lullaby and Carlos had found your warmth far more comforting than any mattress or duvet.

"Hermosa," He called, making you hum for you had no energy to speak. "We need to tell them."

You found yourself trying to open your eyes. When had they closed? You turned to face him, chin resting on his heated torso. You pressed a brief kiss and said, "I know. Let's tell them in a few days. So they have at least a week to yell at me."

Carlos frowned at your words. "I'll be right there with you. You know that right? I'm not letting you do this alone."

You smiled after letting out a small yawn. "I know, I know. I'm grateful. Thank you, mi amor."

Carlos returned the gesture, kissing your forehead gently. He rubbed your shoulders, feeling the dark abyss of slumber slowly call to him. "Anything for you, hermosa."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[cocodotgreen]

Simynthos - (almost) cc-free

With all testing done I am happy to share with you the (almost) cc-free version of Simynthos today! I was actually surprised by how quickly it could be transformed, and I have to say I'm very happy with how it turned out!

For this version I removed all decorative cc. The only cc you now need for full functionality are the rabbit hole rugs. The lots are so small, there wouldn't have been nearly enough room for the in game rabbit holes. The rabbit hole rugs can be downloaded here.

I still recommend using the performance mods from the original post here, just to make things a little more smooth and enjoyable during gameplay. But they are not strictly necessary. You could also go completely vanilla (more on that below).

There are a couple of things to note:

Some of the double beds are placed against a wall and therefore only one sim can sleep in them now. You can replace them with the one sided beds for two sims, the ones I used in the original version, if you like. The mattresses by sketchbook pixels can be found here, and some nice custom bed frames from @aroundthesims can be found here.

I did make use of @omedapixel's S3DT (Sims 3 Decorator Tool) in two or three places, just to place decorative items on surfaces where they cannot be placed in a vanilla game. You do NOT need the mod for these items to stay in place, as long as you don't move them when redecorating. Then they may slip back into normal mode and you will only be able to place them back with the mod. But it's only in a couple of places, so even if that happens, it will not have a significant impact on your game.

Replacing some of the cc did result in some interactive items not being usable at first, but I hope I caught all of those cases during the (quite extensively 😉) play-testing. So now all interactive items should be usable. If you find any place where an item can't be reached by the sims, please notify me and I will update the world.

How does it run?

I have tested this version of Simynthos in two scenarios: With the routing optimization mods I recommended for the original version (that's the save all the screenshots are from 😉), but also in a completely vanilla game, playing just a small family with one child, and it actually ran pretty well on my gaming laptop, even without any routing improvement mods (my game is optimized though)! If you're going completely vanilla, it may get a bit annoying in some places though, with sims not being able to pass each other, and toddlers not being able to be put down on the ground due to lack of space. But if you do not want to use any mods at all, it would probably still be playable with a small household that doesn't host huge parties 😉

Thanks again to the creators who have made this world possible:

Thanks to @nilxis, the creator of „Sa Pineda“, for the beautiful base to this world. The island on which Simynthos was build is entirely their creation. I did not change the island itself or the terrain painting outside the lots (except for some places where I placed the walkways/paths). All credit for that goes to them! You can find the original version here. Also make sure to check out their other worlds, while you‘ re at it. They are some of my favorite worlds!

Thanks to @nornities for their extremely helpful CAW guide here. Unfortunately I only found this guide when Simynthos was almost finished. I could have avoided some of the mistakes I made, had I found it sooner!

Some of you may know, that I am not the first to make a Greek version of Sa Pineda. Back in 2016 Vendela created Simtorini. This super cute world has the typical blue and white houses another Greek island, Santorini, is famous for. Go check it out here.

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[f14fun]

lay all your love on me - op81

📍santorini, greece

synopsis: in which oscar piastri and a university student begging for her euro summer vacation collide in a steamy, abba-inspired romance

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index guide:

01: The Thermodynamics of My Hot Mess 02: Love, Sweat, and Secondhand Embarrassment 03. Making a Splash In the Pool of Love 04. Dinner Table Tango (Put Me On TV Netflix) 05. Caffeine, Clem, and Capital-L Crushes 06. O-live-You And Other Things That Could've Been Said

summary:

On a summer getaway to Santorini, Greece, Y/N finds herself staying in a charming Airbnb with her family, soaking in the breathtaking views and vibrant atmosphere of the island. However, what was supposed to be a peaceful vacation takes an unexpected turn when she discovers that they’ll be sharing the house with none other than Formula One driver Oscar Piastri, who’s also vacationing with his family.

At first, the arrangement feels awkward, the two worlds of celebrity racing and her relatively normal life as a collegiate student colliding in the most unforeseen way. But as the days go by, the initial surprise gives way to something deeper. As they explore the sun-drenched beaches, dine in quaint tavernas, and experience the lively nightlife of Santorini, Y/N and Oscar find themselves drawn to each other in ways they hadn’t anticipated.

As the sun sets over the Aegean Sea, and the lively energy of the island comes alive at night, Y/N and Oscar find themselves spending more time together, entertwined in a steamy and fast-paced romance. The backdrop of Santorini's iconic white-washed buildings, azure waters, and the laid-back Greek lifestyle set the stage for a summer romance that's as unexpected as it is intense.

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taglist! @mingyusbigrighttoe @theblueblub @demandealalune @linnygirl09

[smutoperator]

Aphrodite

Jeon Heejin x Male Reader

Tags: breeding, clitorial fingering, (lots of) cowgirl, creampie, failed facefuck, goddess, mating press, mythology, poolside, public nudity

Word count: 4000.

Santorini, Greece

Heejin's life had changed a lot in such a short span. Winning the lawsuit against her former company, reuniting with her old boss, joining a new group, and getting a new solo were all things that happened to her in under a year. But no memory became more ingrained in her mind than her trip to the beautiful Greek islands of Santorini. Heejin's time in the archipelago could only be described as something straight out of a movie, starting with the moment many people asked her and Jinsoul if they were a married couple due to their matching white dresses that caught people's attention. Filming season's greetings on a Greek island for a group named after a Greek goddess was the perfect fit after all.

Today was one of the couple of free days her group had to enjoy Santorini before heading back to Korea. Haseul, Jinsoul, Kim Lip, and Choerry all went out right in the morning, but Heejin opted to stay in the lodge the group was staying in at the top of one of the many hills of Santorini, intending to enjoy the pool and relax. She took her orange bikini, sprayed plenty of sunscreen on her body, and laid in one of the chairs poolside. Her body was glowing under Helios. Heejin had never felt so confident before, just deciding to spend the whole day playing in the pool by herself, enjoying being all alone in such a cozy and spacious lodge with no eyes watching her.

Heejin loved the total privacy she was getting that day, so much so that she started getting bolder and thinking of things she had never done before. As the hours passed by, she stripped herself naked, laid on the chair, and just closed her eyes, taking a nice and relaxing nap with her bare body on display. However, she would suddenly be disrupted by some noise.

A shocked Heejin rushed to cover her intimate parts as she saw a man repairing one of those classic white-painted houses in Santorini, panicking at the thought of him seeing her naked. She wasn't told anyone was going to make any repairs close to the lodge, unleashing her anger at the man. "What are you doing? Stop looking at me, you pervert. What are you waiting for? Get out!" Heejin furiously yelled. The man climbed down the stairs as Heejin covered her boobs with her left hand. "Are you crazy?" he asked. Indeed, you had the right to be shocked much more than her, as you definitely weren't expecting your little job you got in Santorini during tourist season to deliver such an awkward experience as seeing a naked East Asian woman yelling at you.

Heejin looked petrified, biting her nails as her cheeks turned red out of embarrassment. But her naughtier side was also looking at the sights of a muscular guy whose body seemed sculpted by the gods Greece is so famous for. She thought of the whole scene all night, struggling to sleep. Heejin's thoughts were divided between feeling embarrassed for being seen naked or for her rude behavior towards the guy. As a new day arrived, Heejin surprisingly decided to stay at the lodge once again. "I'll catch you later," she told her groupmates, as her day started like the previous one, but this time with a major headache that permeated her thoughts.

Heejin walked towards the same place where the man was doing his repairs yesterday. Her heart raced the moment she saw you shirtless working on that beautiful house. She set her sights on you, watching how you perform your craft before heading in your direction. "Excuse me?" Heejin asked. "I'm here to say I'm sorry for yesterday; I wasn't aware someone would be in the vicinity," she continued. You didn't say a word to her, pretending not to understand what she said. A saddened Heejin just ended up walking back to her lodge as you kept working.

But she wasn't going to give up easily. Heejin decided she was going to bring the guy she had a crush on by any means. A goddess always gets what she wants, especially the goddess of love and beauty. Heejin found the company the repair guy worked for and sent them a request for work in the lodge. You felt dreaded when you got the call, as you knew it was the address from the woman who had rudely yelled at you, but you had to do the job. But as you arrived at the door and rang the bell, no one was there to answer.

For a moment, you almost thought it was a prank. What if that mad East Asian woman just wanted to take revenge on you for ignoring her? Knowing your company had a 30-minute tolerance policy, Heejin made you wait for nearly the whole time while she was inside the lodge, enjoying you desperately ringing the doorbell multiple times to no avail. She got herself ready, and just as time was about to expire, a familiar silhouette appeared at the door, wearing just a black robe as if she had just gotten out of the shower.

Heejin slowly dropped the robe as she walked through the door, unveling the same body that caused the whole scuffle a day ago. Up close, she was even more stark, beautiful from top to bottom, a goddess-esque beauty. As she walked the final steps towards the door, you could only contemplate every single part of her: her perfect hair, her lustful eyes, her small nose, her cute lips, her sexy collarbones, her perky little tits, her flat belly, her bare legs, and, most importantly, her tight trimmed pussy. Your eyes just moved involuntarly at this point, going toe to head, head to toe, multiple times as if they were looking at the incarnation of a goddess.

"You're crazy," was your first reaction as you smiled. Heejin laughed. "No, I'm Aphrodite," she replied, putting her right hand on your neck as she kissed you. The goddess of love, lust, beauty, passion, pleasure, and most importantly, procreation. Heejin took the initiative from the start, unbuttonning your shirt as she kept kissing you. As she fully took your shirt off, you pushed her body closer to yours, giving her your most passionate kiss yet and running your left hand into her ass.

Heejin placed her hands on your torso and shoved you in the direction of the pool where your first meeting had happened. For a girl of her size, she was surprisingly strong, to the point that you were starting to believe she was indeed a goddess. Once you two had reached poolside, Heejin shoved you once again, this time towards not a regular pool chair but a whole king-size bed waiting for the two of you. The bed wasn't there at any moment previously, serving as a gift from the gods to their little Aphrodite. You looked at her perfect body as you lied on it, the remaining clothes on your body vanishing the moment your back hit the mattress. Heejin slowly climbed on it, crawling on top of your body as she gave you more kisses.

Her smile was beautiful and had you at your weakest every time she showed it. Her mouth sucked yours in a way resembling that of a soul eater. Heejin moved down your body and licked your still flaccid shaft for the first time, instantly turning it into a hard, throbbing, erected pole. You tugged her hair as you watched her lick it, groaning as she closed your eyes and delivered a tongue sweep of your tip. Heejin laughed as you reacted to it, repeating the move a few times before inserting it in her warm mouth, sucking it slowly while softly grabbing the base with her left hand. Her eyes full of lust looked at you as she now had both hands working her magic on your dick, using the right hand to stroke it hard while the left one still held the base.

Heejin now moved faster, turning a quick succession of blowjobs into her first deepthroat of your instrument. She had you on the edge from the start, continuing to rapidly suck it with little care if you were going to last for long. She treated your cock like a lollipop, making pop sounds as she put it in and out of her mouth and slapping it on her model-esque face and her sexy tongue. You couldn't resist her fast-paced blowjob for long as you started thrusting upwards to pound her throat. Heejin just took the hands of your cock and enjoyed your attempt to reach the depths of her mouth, trying to take as long as she could before inevitably gagging as she coughed on your penis.

Right after, Heejin gave you another smile and went back to her quick sucking ways before climbing on top of you while never keeping her hands out of your cock, stroking it fast and hard. Another fast and sloppy blowjob followed suit, and then you slowly guided her head in and out of your shaft, hearing the sexy popping noises every time her mouth pulled out of it. You gave her a pair of facefucks that made her cough once more before you too were competing to see who was faster: her hands stroking down your cock or your cock hitting Heejin up her mouth.

"I wanna ride your cock," Heejin whispered to your ear as she got it ready with hard strokes that had you throbbing harder than ever. You laid your back on the bed and watched her body cover the sun on top of you before moving to a straight position where she started grinding her entrance on your shaft. "Yeah, yeah," she softly moaned as her folds rubbed the sides of your pole. Heejin moaned the hardest when your tip hit her clit, as you held your cock firmly by the base for her to better grind on it, moving it a bit forward as she started going up, in such a way that once she went down, Heejin now had it fully inserted in her pussy.

"AHHHHHH," Heejin moaned beautifully as you filled her insides. Her ride was very slow, but she could take it deep from the start. Her moans after the first were soft and out of breath; her open mouth and closed eyes looked so visually pleasing as she bounced on your cock. "Oh, fuck, fuck. Oh God, you're so huge," she continued as she spread her legs and you ran your hands in her sexy thighs. At first, you just passively enjoyed it and let Heejin do all the work, moaning at each thrust, before joining in and pounding her from below as well. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Heejin moaned quickly before she regained her composure and increased the speed of her ride.

"Yes, rub my clit, touch my pussy," she said as you reached your left hand into her genitals. Now Heejin's ride had reached a new level as your thumb poked her clit while she kept bouncing. "Harder," you asked her, leading to more rapid moans as she picked up the pace. Heejin put her hands on your chest and moved closer to you as you took the opportunity to kiss her while giving her pussy fast and hard poundings that quickly had her screaming, leading Heejin to react with a laugther as she coped with the sudden heat in her hole. She kept herself collected and switched to a slower pace, firmly scratching her nails on your chest and kissing you before going back to her original straightening position, keeping her body away from you and leaving you as just a spectator for her pleasure.

"Such a nice big cock; make me feel it deep," Heejin ordered in whispers as she continued to ride it. Her moans increased the tune; a few ahs were replaced by many yeses, and finally a loud "OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK" that she screamed as if she were singing a high note. You tried once again to take advantage of her and pounce, but she was ready and just moved a little forward to keep moving as if nothing had happened. You tried to put your hands on her neck, but that didn't slow her down at all, having the opposite effect as she made sure you would now groan at each bounce.

"OH MY GODDDDD," Heejin finally showed some vulnerability, and you were finally able to strike, hitting her cunt fast and deep as her mouth opened to the fullest with her body tilting towards your chest and her screaming her lungs out right at your left ear. Heejin clings to you as you grab her from behind, and you too have a romantic makeout. She switches sides as she now faces the beautiful Aegean Sea in the background. "Yes, please give me your cock," she demands, ready for a new round of riding, but not before you slap it multiple times on her thorbbing vaginal lips, playing hide and seek with your shaft, eventually resting it under her ass as she grinds her folds on it once more. She moans as your tip goes in and you spread her cheeks for another ride, starting slowly before you spank her ass and ask her to go harder.

Heejin obliges, and with her body fully lined up against yours, she furiously rides your dick, giving you no rest whatsoever. Heejin may be the goddess, but now she's the one worshipping your divine cock. "Come on, faster," you demand of her with a big spank in her ass. Heejin goes harder, bouncing on you like a maniac as you now grab her by the waist. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screams the moment you put her ride to a halt and attack her cunt full speed, only stopping to slap her butt before you give her pussy another fast attack to the point your cock slips out of it. After this burst gets you tired, Heejin now tops you with her toes on top of her thighs, but you quickly answer back, making her cute little feet tremble as you shake her base. "DON'T STOP," she demands as you give her your biggest strike, making her skin red as she gets out of breath and recoupling herself with a slow and passionate ride aftewards as you suck her perky little tits.

"My clit yes, please," she says once again as you duck your hands under her entrance and fingers her with your penis still inside her stretched babyhole. "Yeah," Heejin moans as you circle around it, even touching your own shaft in the process. Your movements now increase as you make sure to stimulate the whole surface of her clitoris. The way she still manages to bounce on your dick makes it even hotter. Her pussy gets wetter as you increase the stimulation and attack her insides with your cock once again, just resting her head down in the bed as her cunt gets destroyed. Her ass gets slapped once more as you pull out of her and let her now take turns giving you a hot ride with her body tilted to her left before taking yet another massive pounding that makes her cheeks clap, spreading her ass as you strike once more and make her let out crying-esque moans.

Overwhelmed by your length, Heejin has to slow down. And wow, she really loves the cowgirl position, taking you once again on it, but this time in reverse, putting her hands on your belly as you look at her sexy back and soft ass, but not before doing her classic pole-grinding moves on your dick. "OHHHH," you groan. "AHHHH," she groans as your cock goes back inside her tight little slit. This time, Heejin goes for a very elongated ride, almost taking your cock completely out of her pussy at the top. "Slow and deep, slow and deep," she repeats to herself, already out of breath and giving out angelic moans each time she reaches the bottom of your massive member.

"Yes, rub my pussy just like that," Heejin demands as you return to stimulate her folds, catching her by surprise to the point your cock slips out of her hole, which Heejin quickly corrects. "Keep going, keep going; work your hands in my beautiful goddess pussy," she says. You give Heejin no rest, plowing her pussy fast with both hands now on her clit, spreading it wide open for the whole world to see as her juices coat your cock. Her clit is now harder than your dick, and her nipples are fully erect as she lets out more soft screams as you take her over the moon with your fast-paced poundings.

You pull out and keep teasing her erogenous zones, circling around her nipples and rubbing your tip on Heejin's throbbing clit before putting your cock back inside her. "Shit, yes, yes, yes," she says as you give her little pumps that hit her insides, before increasing the pace as you grab her legs. "Oh, you fuck me so good!" she exclaims, her little tits bouncing at each fucking. "Rub this pussy," you order her as she starts frenetically rubbing her clit. "Please make me cum," she says as her legs clench and she lacks the strength to continue riding before recomposing herself and taking it slowly, giving your tip a great treat as it hits the hood of your clit. Heejin changes her motion with long and deep bounces at moderate speed before you start clapping your balls hard in her entrance.

"Oh, please eat my pussy; just eat my pussy," she says as she sits it on your face with her hands on your belly. "Ride my face," you order her as Heejin starts to move, holding hands with you as you lick her hard-pounded cunt. "Good boy," she praises you as she goes down for the 69, taking it deep until she coughs and spits on your penis. You slap her ass a bit, as she now has her mouth full of your balls, going fast on your dick and slapping it on your tongue. You fuck her face hard on top of you, to which she laughs, as you now grab her perky tits as well. Heejin jerks off your cock more before she gives another order. "Please fuck my mouth," she says.

You grab Heejin's hair, tying it up so her beautiful face doesn't have anything standing between it and your big cock. You start slow as Heejin also bobs her head. It turns out her mouth isn't her pussy, as an upside-down Heejin coughs all over your cock and struggles to even take it halfway in. She tries to adjust, but a quick pounding already has saliva flying all over her mouth as she bubbles on your dick. Heejin tries to smile, but she is clearly overwhelmed, instead getting on her knees and gently jerking your cock as she gives you a cute kiss.

"Fuck me from behind," she tells you as you get out of bed. Her pussy looks very stretched out and extremely wet as you spread her cheeks. Like usual, you rub your thobbing tip on Heejin's similarly thobbing inner lips and insert it first just to tease her before pulling it out. It seems like the entire blood of Heejin's body now flows to her cunt, as just a simple touch in her vaginal area makes her moan. You continue to tease her with the tip-fucking, not committing your full length, as just a quarter of your cock inside makes her scream.

As Heejin lets out her first laugh in a while, you insert your cock halfway in, still giving her slow pumps. "Such a nice ass," you praise her bottom assets, still treating her pussy gently, especially in comparison to what you did early on. But you can't resist for long, inserting it fully back on Heejin's wet pussy, leading to another scream as she reaches peak sensitivity, closing her legs and pushing your cock out of her hole. Heejin now just closes her eyes, trying to stay on her knees as you slowly fuck her slit once again. But every deeper thrust makes her lose it. You grab her cheeks as you increase the pace before deciding to use no hands and getting into rhythm. Heejin puts her head on the bed and keeps her eyes closed. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," she rapdily repeats as you push harder, even squeaking a little.

You couldn't resist for long, now firmly grabbing Heejin's ass and clapping her cheeks. "Yes, yes, yes, please, please, please," she begs. Her small tits bounce a lot. At this point, you two were just exploring every possibility. As Heejin got a little less sensitive, she was now the one rocking her hips against your crotch, which ended up being bad for her as you just grabbed her butt and reasserted your dominance. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed once more as her tits were once again jiggling. Heejin held your right hand as the fire continued to burn inside her pussy; she no longer had any strength to resist your advances, just clinting to you as you destroyed her cunt nonstop, and only AHs came out of her mouth now.

Heejin turned around and opened her legs for you to eat her out; her messy hair now had untied itself and hit her eyes. You lick her like ice cream, starting at her hole and going all the way up to her little trim, before diving into her clit and making her twist. Heejin put her right foot on your back to support herself as you continued to lick her before inserting a finger in her pussy and tasting it. Now you were tonguing her clit hard to the point where she squirted a little in your mouth. You increased the hit by adding a second finger while still licking it. Heejin fell weaker, pressing her foot harder against your back as your tongue turned her folds wetter for the final round.

"Breed me. Put a baby inside a goddess; I know you want it, she told you as she put her right leg up and you slowly fucked her in missionary. You put her right foot in your mouth as you went faster. Heejin fingered herself as she waited for your cum; her insides were extremely sensitive. "Fuck me like this," she asked you as you two kept going. Your thrusts got faster but shallower as you kissed her beautiful feet and rubbed her belly. Going faster, you put Heejin under a mating press, which she enjoyed a lot, meaning she was going to get inseminated the same way the whores from the many hentais she loves to read are. Despite that, she still managed to finger herself. "Give me your cum; give me your cum," she demanded as you groaned and got closer. "Cum in my pussy," she continued, as you eventually unleashed inside her womb with your cock balls deep in her, coating her insides with your sperm as some rolled out a little while you pulled out and teased her clit for one final time with your tip.

"Wow, I can't believe you came inside me," Heejin said. "I can't say no to a goddess," you said as you returned home. The following day, you went back to the lodge but found it empty. It turns out Heejin and her ARTMS groupmates had already flown back to Korea.

Meanwhile, on the plane...

"Heejin, are you okay?" Haseul asked, sensing her groupmate's sickness. "Sorry, I'm a little sick. I think I drank too much last night when we went out," Heejin replied as she barely had time to finish her sentence, unhooking her seatbelt and rushing to the plane's bathroom, where she threw up the food she had just eaten.

[driverlando]

🗞️ oh whats that?? Lando norris caught proposing to long term gf in santorini! Get the scoop on who was invited and the large diamond he purchased! PS….she said yes 🫶🥺 congrats btw

EXCLUSIVE: Lando Norris Pops the Question in Santorini! Get All the Details on the Romantic Proposal, Guest List, and the Stunning Diamond Ring!

Love is in the air, and it seems our favourite McLaren driver, Lando Norris, has taken the plunge! The 24-year-old British Formula 1 star was spotted on the picturesque island of Santorini, proposing to his long-term girlfriend in a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

The Romantic Setting

Santorini, with its breathtaking sunsets and stunning caldera views, has long been a favourite destination for romantic escapades. Norris chose this idyllic location to ask the biggest question of his life. Witnesses say the couple looked utterly smitten, with Lando down on one knee against the backdrop of a golden sunset, creating a picture-perfect moment.

The couple has been dating for several years, keeping their relationship relatively low-key amidst the hustle and bustle of F1 fame. However, it seems they couldn’t keep this special moment under wraps, as eagle-eyed fans and locals alike caught glimpses of the magical evening.

The Sparkling Diamond

The talk of the town, however, is the dazzling diamond ring Norris slipped onto his fiancée’s finger. Sources close to the couple reveal that Lando went all out for the special occasion, choosing a stunning, large solitaire diamond set in a classic platinum band. The exquisite piece is said to be worth a small fortune, reflecting both his love and his status as one of F1’s young stars.

Who Was Invited?

While the proposal itself was an intimate affair, Norris and his fiancée were not alone. They were surrounded by a select group of close friends and family who were reportedly in on the secret and there to share in the joy. Among the guests were a few notable names from the racing world, adding a touch of glamour to the occasion.

Sources indicate that the guest list was kept deliberately small to maintain privacy and intimacy. However, with the couple’s wide circle of friends and Lando’s popularity, it’s no surprise that word of the engagement quickly spread. The event was said to be filled with laughter, tears of joy, and a fair share of champagne toasts.

A Look to the Future

The proposal marks a new chapter for Norris, who has quickly become one of the most beloved figures in Formula 1. Known for his cheeky sense of humour and incredible talent on the track, fans are thrilled to see him take this significant step in his personal life.

As the news breaks, congratulations are pouring in from fans, fellow drivers, and celebrities alike. The newly engaged couple has yet to announce any wedding plans, but speculation is already rife about when and where they might tie the knot. Will it be another exotic destination, or perhaps a more traditional ceremony in their native UK? Only time will tell!

For now, the couple is basking in the glow of their engagement, and we can only imagine the excitement building as they plan their future together. One thing’s for sure: if their engagement is anything to go by, the wedding is set to be an affair to remember.

PS: The Answer?

Oh, and in case there was any doubt, she said yes! With such a romantic setting and a beautiful ring, how could she not?

Stay tuned for more exclusive updates and inside scoops on this developing love story. From the racetrack to romance, Lando Norris proves he’s a champion in more ways than one!

[piastri-lover]

only her; lando norris

summary: in which you and your boyfriend go on holiday together, but the only pictures he seems to share are of you

pairing: lando norris x reader

authors note: this is my first one of these but i keep seeing other people's so i really wanted to try!! please send in any requests u have and i'll try and do them asap!!

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user1 im so fucking jealous of her -user2 why shes just an attention seeking whore --user1 bitch who are u to talk

carlossainz55 why does he looks so goofy in the water? -yourusername who taught u the word goofy lol --carlossainz55 lando :))

landonorris prettiest boy ever (and ig shes kinda cute too) -yourusername think hes kinda mid icl

landonorris love u baby x -yourusername ig i love u too --landonorris i take it back ---user3 i want what they have

user4 im sorry but why does she literally have the perfect body liked by landonorris -user4 ahh lando liked

user5 does no one else think they're only together bc she's a golddigger and he likes her body -user6 i do always feel like there's no chemistry --user7 its their relationship why do u care??

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carlossainz55 u were on holiday for 2 weeks and u only have pictures of ur gf -landonorris only ones worth posting

user8 carlos is saying what we're all thinking -user9 can't believe she's manipulated lando like this --user10 bitch u better be joking

yourusername we went to 4 diff islands and they're the only photos u have -landonorris i can post the one of u after that night in mykonos --yourusername nvm these are great

yourusername don't know who that guy is but i LOVE his hands -user11 omg she's so real for that

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user12 how does she still look so good -user13 fr like i don't even know why she made such a big deal out of it --user14 attention seeking i bet

yourusername i hate u -landonorris love u 2 baby xx

oscarpiastri did u take any other photos in greece -landonorris wdym i've only posted the prettiest views --oscarpiastri smooth

user15 i wish i was her -user16 i wish i was lando so i could just stare at her all day

georgerussell63 lando's giggling at all the comments about how pretty y/n is -landonorris fuck off no i'm not --yourusername i wish u were that's kinda hot ---landonorris i 100% was

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yourusername 📍greece

liked by landonorris, alexalbon and 793583 others yourusername bc lando refuses to share photos from holiday... view comments

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user17 yk they were staying in the best hotels -user18 joys of dating an f1 driver

user19 ik that lando was just the most romantic on this trip liked by yourusername

landonorris these photos are mid compared to the ones on my page -yourusername ur mid compared to me --user20 facts liked by landonorris

landonorris am i right in saying the third photo is before u fell over and grazed ur knee -yourusername fuck offffff --landonorris love u bitch

user21 i want what they have -user22 witty banter in comment sections?? --user21 no lol good looks

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landonorris replied to your story:

landonorris look so good baby xx

yourusername thank u my love missing greece so much

landonorris yeah me too

yourusername the food the music the hot weather the views

landonorris looking at u everyday

yourusername oh shut up

landonorris never ;) see u on friday x

yourusername yeah love u ig

landonorris i kinda love u as well

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landonorris 📍santorini, greece

tagged: yourusername liked by pierregasly, yourusername and 4193759 others landonorris missing her hours x view comments

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user23 okay i do kinda see why he likes her she's stunning -user24 i don't know how lando norris of all people pulled her --user25 she's everything and he's just ken

maxfewtrell @/yourusername pls come get ur man he hasn't shut up about u since he got home -yourusername don't tell him but i do kinda miss him --landonorris i fucking knew it ---yourusername nvm im over it

yourusername ik u took other photos post them bitch -landonorris these the only pretty ones --yourusername idk how someone is so cute and infuriating at the same time

user26 at this point i'm not even convinced lando went on holiday i think he just took photos of y/n liked by landonorris

user27 she's stunning

user28 lando dump y/n and pick me instead -yourusername @/landonorris u heard them --landonorris sorry baby but the people have spoken ---yourusername @/user28 hope ur ready to deal with his snoring lol ----landonorris Y/N FUCK OFF!!

[clerati]

Stay in Santorini has 35 hits and 1 kudos (no comments). This is easily one of my favorite things I've ever written (along with it's companion piece that was similarly well-received). This is also my biggest flop. That ratio would hurt if I wasn't confident as a fic writer already.

It's literally amazing how sometimes, you really are just writing fanfiction for yourself (and maybe one or two other people).

[wallofchynax]

FOREVER AND ALWAYS

Requested: this is super soft but can i request 90s shawn michaels surprise bestfriend dx reader with her dream vacation and he proposes to her there? they’ve never dated or hooked up or anything but he wants to spend the rest of his life with her?

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You had been best friends with Shawn Michaels for a long time now, through the chaos, through the wild nights, the grueling road schedules, and through the backstage politics that never seemed to take a break. Through every single ridiculous stunt he’d done, every over-the-top promo, every time he pushed the limits of DX’s insanity-you were there. The one person who could make him laugh when things weren’t going right. The one person he could depend on when the world was spinning too fast or when everything around him felt like it was cracking apart. You never asked anything from Shawn. You didn’t want the spotlight. You didn’t want the perks of proximity. All you ever asked for was honesty, and his friendship.

And he gave you that.

He called you at 2 a.m. sometimes when he was spiraling, his voice raw from exhaustion or something stronger. And you’d answer every time. No judgment. No expectations. You never once asked what he was on. You never pried into the demons he kept caged behind his eyes. You just talked him down, stayed on the line until his breathing evened out. You always stayed.

But even with everything you’d seen and survived together-

You never expected this.

The warm Santorini breeze brushed against your skin as you stepped out onto the private terrace, blinking at the sheer, impossible beauty of the view. Whitewashed buildings cascaded down cliffs like sugar cubes, blue domes catching the fading sunlight, and the Aegean Sea sparkled below, calm and endless, like liquid sapphire.

Your mouth parted slightly. You had no words. None that could do this justice.

Of course Shawn had come with you-he was the one who planned this. Who surprised you with the ticket, the travel bag, the plane ride you didn’t even know you were catching until you were halfway across the world. He stood in the doorway now, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, a soft, nervous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You said this was your dream, right?” he said, like he was talking about something as simple as remembering your favorite snack. “White houses. Blue roofs. Sunshine. No fans, no cameras. I listen sometimes.”

You turned around slowly. That moment-God, that moment. It had been so small. Months ago. You were half-drunk, sprawled on the floor of a hotel room while Shawn, Hunter, and Kevin played cards and bickered over rules. Someone asked, “If you could be anywhere else, where would it be?” You had laughed, gazing up at the ceiling, and said dreamily, “Somewhere quiet. Somewhere pretty. Maybe Santorini.”

You’d barely remembered it.

He hadn’t forgotten.

“Shawn...” you began, emotion catching in your throat. “This must’ve cost-”

He waved you off like you were mentioning the price of diner coffee. “Don’t matter,” he said. His voice was calm but there was something in his eyes-something warm and unwavering. “You deserve it.”

Your heart pounded. Not from the view. Not even from the surprise.

But from him. The way he looked at you. The way he wasn’t masking it with bravado or teasing for once. The way he was really, truly looking at you-like you were more than a friend. Like he was seeing you.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady the flutter in your chest. The silence wrapped around you both, soft and thick, broken only by the wind and your pulse in your ears.

Shawn stepped forward, slow, almost cautious, like one wrong move would shatter the moment. “I know this is probably confusing,” he said, voice lower. “And sort of... out of nowhere.”

You let out a short, breathless laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

He laughed too-nervous, shaky. His hand ran through his hair, and you caught it: the tell. That little tic he had when he wasn’t sure of himself. You’d seen it maybe five times, ever. It was rare. It was real.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” he said. “About you. About what you are to me.”

You didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

“I know we’ve never been... like that. We’ve never dated. Never kissed. You laugh when I strip off on stage, and honestly, fair.”

You smiled despite yourself.

“But you’ve always been the one constant. The one person who’s never made me feel like a gimmick. You’ve never wanted anything from me-not the fame, not the drama. Just... me.”

Then he dropped to one knee.

No crowd. No spotlights. Just the sound of distant waves and your heart hammering in your chest. Just the man who had been by your side through every high and low, kneeling like he was ready to rewrite everything.

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

You forgot to breathe.

He opened it. Inside was a ring-elegant, simple, stunning. It glinted like the sea behind him, and somehow, impossibly, it was perfect.

“I don’t need years of figuring this out,” he said, voice trembling slightly. “I know this might sound crazy. But I’ve known for a while now. It’s always been you. And I think... deep down, maybe you’ve always known it too.”

Tears stung your eyes. You hadn’t even noticed them forming until they blurred your vision. Still, you couldn’t look away.

“I want a life with you,” he said, reaching out and gently taking your hand. “Not the version on the road. Not DX chaos. Just... mornings with bad coffee and burned pancakes. Fights about what movie to watch. Silence when we need it. Laughter when we don’t. All of it. With you.”

His eyes-God, those eyes. Wide. Honest. Scared.

“So... will you marry me?”

You blinked. Once. Twice. And then a soft, wet laugh escaped your lips.

“God, Shawn... yes. Yes.”

His whole body sagged with relief before he surged up, wrapping you in his arms like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. You held him just as tightly, burying your face into the curve of his neck. He smelled like salt and sunshine and something familiar-something that always felt like home.

He pulled back only far enough to see your face.

“You really said yes?” he asked, voice cracking.

You nodded, laughing as you wiped your cheeks. “I really did.”

He grinned, boyish and stupidly happy. “So I don’t have to do the whole romantic dance number I was planning?”

You snorted. “Don’t push your luck, Michaels.”

He leaned in, forehead resting against yours, his voice soft. “I promise I’ll make this good. Not perfect. But real. For you.”

You pressed your lips to his cheek and whispered, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

As the sun dipped low and the cliffs turned gold, you stood there-two kids who’d grown up in a world of chaos, finally choosing something quiet.

You weren’t just Shawn’s best friend anymore.

You were his future.

[gemsofgreece]

Which places of greece are ruined by tourism and would it be ok to visit them in winter ? Asking because i'd really like to see all of greece but i dont want to participate into what makes people lives shit

I'd say that while Greece has gotten very touristy in many places by now, the most touristy places are still (barely) hanging in there and have not been totally ruined yet. The two most critically affected by tourism places are Santorini and Mykonos islands. Aside from Santorini perhaps, which really receives more tourists than it can bear, in the other touristy areas the situation is not so bad yet that you could cause problems with your mere presence there. Tourists do become a problem due to their behaviour rather than their presence, so I am going to give you some tips for an ethical, viable for the local population vacation in any region in Greece.

Ethical travelling in Greece:

Do not use Airbnbs. They have caused severe housing problems in the country. Basically locals can not find houses to rent / buy because everything is modified into an airbnb. Please, do not use airbnbs. Every single type of hotel, from small family run businesses to major hotel chains, they are all more ethical and beneficial to Greek society and economy than the airbnbs.

If you are travelling in the Aegean islands in the high season, avoid the excessive use of tap water. Most Aegean islands have severe shortage of water resources. The little resources that they have get wasted in filling the countless pools of the hotels. And I ask, what is the point of so many pools in Greece? Are tourists really doing all the fuss to reach a Greek island to spend their days swimming in the pool and stare at a wall? You can do this at home. I really don't understand this. Go to the beach. Greek beaches are typically very safe unless you are advised otherwise by the locals. Ask your hotel receptionist or your tour guide if some beach is suitable only for very seasoned swimmers or is better avoided for any other reason. Please, do not support the endless useless pool constructions that suck all the water. Apart from the pools, practice reasonable use of tap water in general (i.e while showering).

Ideally, avoid cruises. They are the biggest culprit of tourist overcrowding and they virtually leave zero money to the local society.

Keep alcohol consumption within reason. Greeks love to drink and have fun. However, unlike in Northern and Western Europe, excessive drinking is not at all part of our cultural understanding of having fun. There are unfortunately 2-3 spots around the country which have become destinations of young tourists aiming to get hammered every night. Their drinking and its consequences disrupts severely the quality of living for the locals and other travellers. If you (not saying this personally, but generally) tend to drink enough that ending up crawling or vomiting in a street or a hospital is not unlikely... just don't do it. Don't do it, it affects negatively the local people's lifestyle and their sense of safety. Remember also that the Greeks like to stay out with their kids until very late at night, don't create publicly images that could be questionable for a child to see.

You can dress however you want in Greece. The only limitations are to keep nudism for nudist beaches and if you decide to visit monasteries, then you should comply with their dress code, which is usually skirts / dresses and covered shoulders for women and ideally long trousers for men. Women in Greece do not cover their heads / hair in religious places. Churches have a more liberal dress code but, still, don't go in in your swimsuit or something.

Do not climb on the churches, private properties and hotels just to take a slightly better photo for your Instagram.

That's all, I believe. These are the Greece-specific ethical travelling tips.

Should you go to touristy places in winter instead? NO

Like I said, if you are concerned that your mere presence is going to be an issue to the locals, then no, you don't have to change your plans and come in winter. Maybe only if you decide to go to Santorini, then it would be indeed better to go in spring or in autumn, not only for the locals but for your own experience as well. Santorini is an island famous for its vistas, the volcano, its towns and archaeological sites and not so much the beaches, so why go there in the summer and get pressed by the tourist hordes? Go in another season. But NOT in winter.

There is a huge misconception that Greece is eternally warm like a tropical country. Greece is a temperate country. If you go to the islands in winter, you will get winter in the islands, with all the wind and the humidity and the shut down businesses and half of the local population fled to the mainland. Forget about island / summery vibes. If you fall in love with a place so much that you end up wanting to experience it all year round then sure. But if it's your first time in that place, it's not very wise to visit it for the first time in its absolute lowest, right?

Not sure how you imagine a Greek island in winter but it's probably not like that, is it? I am not saying it will definitely snow, but you will be taking your risks. This is from the famous Mykonos btw.

So, if you want to come in the winter, you have to go to winter destinations (mountains, ski resorts, landlocked parts of the mainland, forests, towns and villages in higher altitudes etc). Every season has its best things to see. The islands are for the summer and the spring. Spring and autumn are seasons in which you can prolong your summer in the south or your winter in the north but even those are worthy to be visited for their own strengths.

City breaks / urban destinations are good all year round, least of all summer, because the cities tend to get super hot.

Summarizing, if you want to come in the winter just for the sake of the locals, then no don't worry about it. If you want to come in the winter because you are afraid of the overtourism but wish to see a summery destination, then my advice would be to come in the summer but simply replace the over-touristy destination with a less busy look-alike. Good substitutes for Mykonos are Paros and Ios islands. Good substitutes for Santorini are Milos and Folegandros islands.

"Seeing all of Greece"

I must examine a little what you mean by "I'd really like to see all of greece". If you mean "I'd like to visit any part of Greece so all of Greece is okay for me", it's okay, I get that. If you mean, "I want to make a plan of fitting all of Greece in the same season / trip without bothering the locals" forget about that. You're not visiting all of Greece, not now, not in many many revisits. Don't be fooled by any influencer or youtuber showing you around or any foreign travel article about where to go to, it's total misinformation, 99,9% of the time they are not seeing shit. Moreover, they are not being accurate about the size of the country, how navigable it is, the microclimate variety and the destination density per surface area. There is this portrayal of Greece in foreign media as this tiny flat easily navigable country with all its tinier islands and beaches concentrated within arm's reach. All of this is the exact opposite from the truth; Greece is of average size, extremely mountainous, hard to navigate, with numerous islands larger than you think and in considerable distances with each other. This is why you should NOT DO ISLAND HOPPING IN GREECE, I can't stress this enough, it's the most popular and yet the worst way to travel in the country. The most superficial way, the most tiresome way and simultaneously the way that guarantees you will see the least stuff. Lose - lose - lose situation.

The clever plan is simple, much simpler actually. You stick to one or max two mainland regional unit(s) or one island or max two small islands or tops a mainland region and a nearby island if you have a lot of time, and you explore that thoroughly either with a tour guide or with a map / book guide for this specific region that you explore by yourself. You can find such map / book guides everywhere in kiosks, bookstores, some markets etc. This way you're gonna like Greece ten times over than if you were just ticking off popular islands / destinations from your list. I believe every single Greek will attest to this as well as those loyal travellers we have that return every year - some do it for decades. Those follow this plan. Famous people do this too - I have never heard of foreign celebrities island hop in Greece (unless they have private yachts and stay in those which is more like a cruise rather than island hopping), they choose their destination and stick to it. It's because they know better, island hopping is a SCAM. Ticking off popular destinations is a SCAM. Not because the famous destinations don't deserve their popularity but simply because this is not the efficient / clever way to travel in Greece (and in most places, but especially Greece). Take my word for it! The country is not... structured for this type of travelling.

Summary:

You don't have to be overly conscious of your presence in touristy areas as long as you practice common sense and don't actively disrupt the lives of the locals in the ways described above.

If you are really concerned about overtourism, better change destination with a similar less busy one rather than change the season of visiting. Remember, different places are better in different seasons.

Do not island hop and do not have unrealistic expectations about how much of Greece you can see in a trip. Trying to meet such common expectations, that are founded on widespread misconceptions, will certainly make your travelling experience worse or not as good as it could have been. Based on your interests choose one specific region only and explore this one thoroughly without worrying that you will miss out, because you won't.

[rrezshifts]

EURO GUYS TRIP : MODERN!MARAUDERS REALITY

THE GRAD TRIP . . . Early in the marauders friendship ( at least once I joined ) we had planned on saving up money, which is easy having three filthy rich members out of 5, to go on a MONTHS long european trip after graduating from hogwarts before we started our years at Hogwarts University. There, however, was a small hiccup where I almost didn’t go after Sirius broke up with me. But James begged, then he made Remus and Peter beg, and they all begged enough to convince me.

THE TRIP STARTS OFF with us renting a car out of the nearest nomaj city near hogwarts. We had originally planned to use magic to travel, but that changed around fifth year when we found nomaj movies about road trips and decided we were going to drive across europe. Remus, Peter, and James got their drivers license in that time before graduation, and they would be the drivers for the trip.

After that we drive down to PARIS, FRANCE from said Scottish city, as Paris is our first stop. We’d stay for a few days. Then after that we take the loooong trek down to BARCELONA, SPAIN. Drive over to LISBON, PORTUGAL, then go back to Barcelona to catch an 8 hour ferry to IBIZA, SPAIN.

After the Ferry ride back we go from Barcelona back to France, specifically CANNES, FRANCE. Still staying in our hotel in Cannes, we drive to NICE, FRANCE. Before finally packing up in Cannes and driving to MONACO the next day. We don’t stay there too long.

From Monaco we head towards Italy. A big fraction of our trip is spent in Italy. We stop at MILAN first. Spend some days there. Then head to VENICE after, spending the same amount of time. From there it’s FLORENCE then ROME, and finally we spend some time at the AMALFI COAST. This whole Italy section of the trip is 2-3 weeks long. But boy was it worth it.

Instead of going back up Italy and driving through several countries to get to Greece we take a ferry from Bari, Italy to Petras, Greece. From the port we rent a different car to take us to DELPHI, GREECE. We don’t stay too long, just sight see before making our way to ATHENS, to which we find a hotel and stay for a few days before taking a ferry from Athens to MYKONOS. We stay for a bit before taking a ferry from Mykonos to SANTORINI.

We take the same ferry back from Greece to Italy and drive back up and over to Southern France again, this time stopping in my home town of MARSEILLE, FRANCE to visit my family. We stay for about a week in my parents home. And we drove off in the rented car to SAINT-TROPEZ, CANNES, and NICE again for a day or two while there. Before we finally take the long trip from Southern France back to Scotland to prep for the start of University.

NOTABLE FACTS ABOUT THIS TRIP include the fact there was very much the only one bed trope . . . in a sense where the rest of the marauders tried to make us “get along” and gave us the keys to a hotel room that me and Sirius had to share. Though to be fair, it did work. Their meddling did help us in getting along fairly early into the trip to where it was actually enjoyable for the both of us. This trip is what actually got me and Sirius to be close friends again after our break up. And set us up on the right track to trusting each other enough to get back together within a few months-ish.

THIS IS PART OF / ALPHABET SOUP EVENT

© rrezshifts last updated. 07/07/2025

[pookietv]

tempting | george clarke

okay this is the first smut i have wrote since i was like... fifteen so pls don't judge too harsh!!

started out with a lil george clarkey moment!

cw: smut

you could swear that there was nothing more relaxing than sun. specifically the type of sun that didn't beat down and make everything moist and sweaty, but more dry, relaxed heat, sunkissing skin and relaxing the muscles.

and that's exactly what you were experiencing. a surprise holiday to santorini, after you had complained about summer being about to end in the uk with a pout to george in a passing conversation to george a couple weeks ago, he had spontaneously booked a holiday.

he had agreed with you - summer had ended too quick, and you both wanted your last fix of heat, day drinking and relaxation before the gray skies of london reigned over oncemore.

so there you had ended up, sat on a lounger in the small, cosy airbnb that george had booked, sat next to the thing that george had been most excited about out of the entire trip - a private pool.

you had watched him as he had swam laps around the pool, like a burst of energy, grinning to himself everytime he popped his head up out of the water, and gave you a look, seeing your eyes trail after him absentmindedly.

you giggled a little, standing up from the lounger and perching yourself at the end of the pool, dipping your toes in.

"you're like a dog, you know?" you smiled to yourself, as you could hear george's slight panting breaths as his head popped up from the water oncemore, before swimming over to you, "you can't stay still, can't relax, you practically go mental for a pool," you teased gently, your cheeks slightly pink from the sun.

he let out a playful huff as he ended up in front of you, resting his arms gently on your thighs to steady himself, pausing at the edge of the pool, and looking up at you with a grin, "i just can't help it when the airs so warm and the pools so tempting," he said jokingly, "and anyways, someone's a little sunburned."

"it's not sunburn, its blush, if you must know, from my overactive boyfriend teasing me too much," you giggled to yourself, "and anyways, you're saying the pool is too tempting whilst you have your super hot girlfriend in a skimpy bikini laying waiting for you?" you teased, rolling your eyes playfully at him, "i mean, maybe you've just lost your drive, the george i knew two years ago would be dragging me back to the bedroom already..." you said, attempting to push his buttons in that way that turned him into an incredibly attractive sort of frustrated.

he rolled his eyes a little at your statement, slightly exasperated at your statement, but he couldn't help it - you knew how to push his buttons.

"really? well, maybe i was just taking my time to enjoy a swim... patience is a virtue, sweetheart." he chuckled back, trying to play it off coolly, but you could see the hint of desire in his eyes, and ypu knew you had rocked him.

"so you're practicing self control now?" you quipped back with a cheeky grin, "hey, i'm just saying, if you can't quite keep up with me anymore, don't worry about it... it's not like you've ever been patient before," you grinned to yourself, pushing him that little bit more, your cheeks flush pink as you watched him scoff to himself.

"oh, shut up you, you know i still have all my stamina," he smirked to himself, his thumb rubbing against the inside of your thigh as his eyes practically burned into you, "trust me, sweetheart, i can still keep up with you."

"whatever you say, george," you smiled cheekily, before standing up from the edge of the pool. "i'm gonna go inside and grab the suncream, think i need some more on," you said, turning from george and walking towards the door inside.

the sun was so warm and inviting, but you couldn't deny the relief of the cool shade indoors, as you headed to the bathroom, eyes flitting around looking for the tube of suncream, before stopping to look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. you were a little sunburned, on the bridge of your nose and cheeks, but it rested like a natural flush, and the golden colour that had overtaken the rest of your skin complimented the small freckles that had began to bloom.

after a few moments of looking at yourself in the mirror, you heard soft padding of feet, before you saw george in the reflection of the mirror, leaning against the bathroom wall.

"told you that you were burning," he said smugly, you rolled your eyes at him.

"fine, i was burning a little," you said with a slight smile, looking at his reflection in the mirror, "are we going out tonight for food?"

he hummed a little in response, before coming up behind me and playing with the side parts of the bikini i was wearing, thumbs straightening the twisted fabric, "you look so pretty in this swimsuit, always looks so good on you," he murmured, and i grinned a little, turning around to face him.

"you've seen this bikini a million times," you teased, swatting his hands playfully away as you turned around to face him, barely any space between the two of you.

he pouted mockingly, rolling his eyes, a smirk tugging the corner of his lips, "can't a man admire his girlfriend? especially when she looks as good as you do right now," he said, inching slightly closer, his hands wrapping around your hips, leaning down slightly, feeling his facial hair brush against the nape of your neck.

"i'm assuming this is a no to going out for food tonight?" you giggled slightly to yourself, feeling his thumbs grazing your lower stomach, drawing small circles as his lips lightly brushed against your collarbone.

he chuckled a little against your skin, "is that such a bad thing, sweetheart? we can stay in bed, order some food..." he placed another soft kiss against your shoulder.

his hands worked up to the bikini top, gently loosening the straps before looking at you with a cheeky grin, an unspoken check to make sure that it was okay.

"are you just trying to tempt me into staying in 'cause you've gotten yourself all worked up?" you teased him again, and he almost groaned to himself as he peeled the slightly damp bikini top from you, hands immediately going to your perked nipples, thumbs rubbing over them, making goosebumps raise from your skin.

"i got myself all worked up?" he grinned to himself, leaning down slightly to connect his lips to a breast, hand still grasping at the other, making a small whine leave you, "you were the one working me up, walking around looking like that and teasing me,"

you could feel the blush creeping up your neck as you felt him pressing against you, in just his swim shorts the extent of his hardness was easy to feel poked against your lower stomach. "well, c'mon then," you grinned, pulling away for a moment, before walking towards the bedroom, perky and impish, looking back at him for a moment, as he quickly followed.

once he followed me in, he pressed himself as close as he could again, lips reconnecting against my neck as i let out a slight squeal at the ticklish nature of his facial hair, allowing my hands to reach up, one against his broadened shoulder and another going to the back of his neck, brushing against the short hair, making a small groan escape his lips as his hands went back down to your hips, thumbs pushed against the straps of the bikini bottoms, being edged down your thighs until you could step out of them.

"atta girl," he said, voice deepened but still a soft nature to it, as you both tumbled onto the bed, george pressed against you as his head dipped lower, touching your lower abdomen before pressing a gentle kiss against your sensitive spot, practically drooling with slick as your hips bucked up to meet his mouth, a soft gasp leaving your mouth as he chuckled at you, creating vibrations against you.

“please, george,” you whined out, to which he tipped up his head for a moment, looking up at you with a grin before sliding your thighs over his shoulders, and pressing his face against you.

he was lapping like a man starved, hands gently pressed against your inner thighs, allowing his tongue full access to your core, and it wasn’t long before any thoughts and inhibitions were practically burned away, hips rolling in response to every slight suck he left against your pussy.

your hands practically buried yourself in his hair, trying your best not to tug as whines fell from your lips like a prayer, hearing george's muffled grunts as he pushed your thighs further upwards, practically leaving you at his mercy as his tongue swirled fast figures of eight against you, before one hand trailed down to your slick coated slit, teasing at your entrance as he pulled away, a string of your arousal hanging from his glossed lips, and his eyes lidded and glassy and his face flushed.

"you look so pretty like this," he murmured, his hand going to his shaft, gently pumping it, the sight of the thick shaft with his reddened tip almost enough to make your mouth water, "need you now, sweetheart."

you nodded eagerly, breath hitched and caught in your throat before you could eagerly plead with him, he leaned back down, head near the crook of your neck once more as he rubbed the tip over your drooling cunt, making your back arch needily, "please, george, need you so bad," you could practically babble out, your voice tight and keening with want.

"i know, darling," he said, almost mockingly with a grin that almost made you think he would leave you needy and wanting.

but with that, he lined himself up at your entrance, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, and pushing himself in. the first stretch was euphoric, your eyes rolling back and a barely breathed moan leaving you.

your hand grasped at george's upper arm, half for support and half for release as you held his tensed skin, hearing his groan at the sensation before his hips began to jerk back and forth, with a rough pace, like he was attempting to stuff you full with each calculated thrust.

"you feel so good, always take me so well, fuck," he murmured against your skin, your nails digging into his arm and your head falling back in pleasure.

"fuck, george, please," you pleaded, and george couldn't hold back his cocky smirk for a moment.

"already?" he grinned, one of his arms moving down to grasp at your hip, almost keeping you pinned down so he could manouver you, making it easier for him to slam into that one spot that turned your brain into complete mush.

your brain was completely fogged as all you could respond to his teasing with was another needy whine, and at that part his eyes were slightly softened with pity, "such a good girl, look so good when you're so close to the edge like this," he groaned to himself, lifting himself from being pressed against you for a moment and straightening his body, hands now both on your hips as he arched your own body up, his thrusts feeling deliciously deeper, if that were possible.

it was all you could do to screw your eyes shut, keep your head thrown back and grasp at the sheets desperately as you felt the all too familar peak hitting you, moans tumbling from you as your muscles relaxed themselves, and you would almost certainly sink into the mattress if it weren't for george holding you up.

"fuck, 'm close princess, you can take a bit more for me, can't you?"

you mewled out a yes, as george began to jerk into you in an almost machine like pace, chasing his own high as you watched him, his toned stomach almost coated in sweat and his hair ruffled and messed, as he practically collapsed onto you, a gutteral groan leaving him as he slid himself out of you, his seed spilling against your stomach as your duo of panting breaths filled the room.

"so, you were saying i can't keep up with you?" he grinned to himself cockily, pressing a lazy kiss against your cheek.

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The One That I Adore [Bittersweet Mini Series]

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summary: She promised him that he would see her again. She just never said when that would be.

A/N: Sorry for the super long wait of this chapter. My inspiration for this work has been at a bit of a stand still. But I already have the next two chapters started so they will hopefully be done sooner.

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This whole night was too much for him. Charles could appreciate being in Santorini for the awards ceremony but had no desire to stay for the actual gala after the awards were handed out.  

Charles had been with Lando, Pierre, Max, and Max’s wife at the awards ceremony. Giving out the awards had ended half an hour ago. The married couple had disappeared about 10 minutes ago and they hadn’t been seen since.

“Has anyone seen the Verstappen’s?” Lando asked.

“I think they went back to their hotel,” Pierre replied. That was what everyone assumed happened when Max unexpectedly disappeared from a party. Either they went home if they were in Monaco, or Belgium, or back to their hotel room for the night. It wasn’t like it mattered, Max had already done all of his media duties for the night.

“Really?” Lando asked, Charles could tell from the tone of his voice that his question was littered with a sarcastic tone. “Because I’m pretty sure I just saw them snogging in the corner by the coat closet.”

Lando pointed in the direction of the way out of the room. Charles couldn’t help but lightly chuckle.

“It’s like their wedding all over again,” Lando said with a slight groan. “Only this time, Daniel isn’t taking pictures of the whole thing.”

“At least it’s not Barcelona 2023 when she decided to surprise Max.” Pierre couldn’t help but bring up with a laugh.

“I told both of them and you that it was an accident.” Lando just shook his head, but Charles could spot the light blush that was now painting Lando’s cheeks.

Charles knew that Lando was tired of hearing about that time when he had walked up to Max’s hotel room after the Grand Prix was over to ask if he wanted to get drinks and ended up finding the hotel room door not all the way closed, and Max and his then-girlfriend, now wife in a compromised position. There was never enough brain bleach to remove what Lando saw from his memory when he walked into that hotel room that day.

“What’s going on with you?” Pierre asked as they stood together. “You have been acting strange since the moment I saw you.”

Sometimes Charles forgot how well Pierre knew him. Charles hadn’t really been talking to any of the other guys. His eyes were too busy running over the crowds of people looking for her, he hadn’t seen her since he showed up. The one bright spot of his whole evening was nowhere to be seen.

“Nothing.” He quickly replied. Pierre gave him a look that would have given his less-than-stellar English a run for its money.

“You are lying through your teeth.” Pierre’s switch to French made Lando look at them both.

“I’m not lying, I’m just looking at the people.” He raised his shoulders in defense.

“Right,” Pierre said before looking away.

Charles looked through the crowd of people again not seeing her anywhere. Maybe she wasn’t here tonight, maybe something had come up with her schooling or something. Hadn’t she said that her uncle normally came to these events instead of her?

“Carlos,” Charles heard Lando say. “Can you please help me out with Charles? It’s like he’s on another planet or something.”

Charles pulled up the sleeve of his dress shirt to look at his watch. It read 9:45 pm. He was allowed to leave by 11:30 after all of his press duties were done. That’s what he gets for showing up late.

“I’m sorry Lando, but I can not help you,” Carlos said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Why not?”

“Because he has been like this since Monaco.”

“That was six months ago.” Charles wanted to correct Lando, it wasn’t six months it had been seven months since the Monaco Grand Prix.

Charles hadn't bothered telling anyone else on the grid about her. Max knew and so did his wife. Charles didn't want to be teased by any of the other drivers when it came to her. He was too scared that she would run from him and he wouldn't see her again, and he wasn’t willing to bet on that.

The rest of the Gala passed by painstakingly slow, Charles didn’t see her anywhere and at this point was pretty sure that she either wasn’t here or negated her promise to him.

At one point Charles got stuck in a conversation with a few of the Ferrari sponsors and one of them had mentioned that his niece was supposed to come with him tonight but couldn’t because of a scheduling issue with her school. His interests peaked for a moment. But it couldn’t be her, there was no way they were the same person.

By the time 11:15 rolled around, Charles said his goodbyes to Fred after managing to slip away from the crowds of people, and made his way out to his car to go back to his hotel. Once he got to the hotel, he changed out of his suit and then quickly sat at his little portable piano. His fingers glided over the black and white keys. A somber melody played as he tried to think of her, dancing in her red dress, in the reverie of his mind.

The Ferrari Fashion show was something that Charles had grown used to. It was a part of driving for the team. He would get to sit in a crowd, hopefully be unrecognizable, and watch clothes go down a runway.

There were so many faces that he didn’t recognize, not a single sponsor in the room, but plenty of influencers, and fashion people that he didn’t normally rub elbows with.

It was easy to find his seat from there, it was on a white card on the backrest in the first row towards the front of the white runway. Some people were already sitting, others were standing by their seats.

He took his time walking over, seeing people in Ferrari branded clothes, or some off shade color of the famous Rosso corsa. He took a seat, and could see Lewis on the other side of the runway in a red Louis Vuitton set with black shoes.

More seats started to fill up, and for a moment he swore he saw her pass by in one of the back rows. But as soon as she was there, the lights had started to dim signifying the show starting.

Charles did his best to keep his eyes on the models and the clothes that were coming down the runway, but sometimes the light would hit just past the first row and he would go looking for her in the crowd.

The show felt like it lasted forever, models going around an endless carousel. The sound of cameras constantly clicking felt like hands on a clock going around and around, click, click, click.

The show eventually ended, people started walking out in little packs. Charles stayed behind for a few moments before someone knocked shoulders with him pushing him towards the front of the room. There was supposed to be some dinner happening after the show that he wasn’t sure if he would be going to.

“I think it would be good for you to go.” He heard from an older gentleman standing next to someone. “You’re working for us now, you’re going to have to get used to being around these types of people.”

“I know uncle,” He heard in a voice he had memorized by now.

“You’ll do great. I believe that you can impress any person in this room if you try.”

She gave the man a nod and heard her say, ”I’ll try.”

He was quick to reply afterwards saying that he would see her after the dinner and to text if she needed anything. He saw the older man get into a black town car and drive away.

She was still standing there and Charles took small steps towards her. He was pretty sure that she wasn’t paying him any attention, just looking from her phone to the back alley of the venue. When she finally did look up, their eyes instantly met. He felt like he could see a glimpse of worry fill her eyes for a moment before it disappeared.

It took her a moment to say anything, and he could tell how awkward she felt for a bit. Eventually they talked about the show, which was a little boring but he hadn’t seen her in almost a year and didn’t want to push her.

“Are you heading to the dinner now?”

“Yeah, just waiting for my car.”

“We can take mine since we are going to the same place.” He felt like he was pushing his luck a little, asking if she would want to sit in an enclosed space with him for the half-an hour it would take to get to their dinner location.

“Umm,” She said, sounding a little unsure. “Okay. I guess.”

She was quick to tuck her phone into the small handbag that was hanging off her wrist. They walked over to the valet and waited until the red Ferrari pulled up. They both got in with the sound of Ambient Downtempo music that filled the silence of the car ride, it wasn’t Charles’ normal preference but she didn’t seem to mind, even having the courage to reach over and turn the stereo up at a song she seemed to like.

For Charles it was definitely a challenge to drive through the city and be able to concentrate on the road while she was sitting so close to him. Just as Charles felt like he was gaining the courage to talk to her they had pulled up to where the dinner was being hosted. He was happy to see that there weren’t any cameras around the car waiting to catch pictures of him.

Charles had gotten out of the car. He intended to walk over to the other side to open her door, but the valet had beat him to it. However, he still waited for her, giving her his arm so it would be a little easier to walk in. “Thank you.” She muttered before tucking her head a little low. He gave her a smile, trying to do his best to reassure her. He didn’t know why he felt like he needed to. They made their way through before finding out that they would be sitting at different tables. They were sectioned off by number, she had tucked the place card into her bag before he got the chance to look. Charles took his but still let her hold onto his arm before they walked into the room finally separating.

He let her slip away from him, doing nothing more than exchanging a smile and parting ways. He was sure that he would see her again tonight.

Dinner had been a slow affair. He had been sitting with Lewis, and although his fellow teammate was nice to talk to about team things, he would have preferred to sit and talk with her instead. The second course had come and Lewis had left to the other side of the room. He saw her move from her chair at a far table, moving closer to the side of the room that he was on. He had been eating through his burrata and tomatoes when he could see her again. “I am so sorry.” He heard close to him. “You were sitting over there right?” He didn’t hear a response. “I hate to ask, but would you mind switching tables with me?”

“Sure.” He heard before he saw a woman with blonde hair move out of her seat that was at the same table as Charles and saw her move into that seat instead. 

He had watched the blonde woman move to the far side of the room, retaking the further seat and started talking to someone at that table. This was Charles’ opportunity to talk to her again, she was only sitting on the other side of his table.

He lifted his hand up slightly trying to catch her attention. She barely lifted her hand back to wave at him before he moved his napkin off his lap and onto the chair next to him. He was hoping that she would have the courage to come and sit next to him since he seemed to be the only person that she knew here.

She didn’t, at least not at first. She seemed to pick at the food on her plate taking a few bites before placing her fork back down. He always felt like a bit of a voyeur looking at her, watching as her eyes moved around the room until they stopped at him.

Her eyes looked at him as if she was asking as if it was okay to come up to him, her eyes going slightly to his left to the open chair where his napkin was. He gave her a small nod, telling her it was okay to sit with him despite the fact that it was someone else's seat.

She had moved from her seat and over to him, he picked up his napkin and placed it back in his lap pushing his chair out just a tad so he could turn away from Lewis’ chair to talk to her.

It takes her a few moments to move from one chair to another. He notices that she sets her bag down first before pulling the chair out.

"Hey," she greets him.

"Hi." He can't help but say back. For all the flirting that he has done with her the last few times he saw her he can't seem to do that anymore. He knows a family member of hers is a team sponsor, he would love to pretend that he is unaware of this.

"You weren't at the last Gala," He blurts out.

Her eyes filled with recognition, "Yeah, something with school came up. I was in my last semester and had finals but I'm now out of college and working for my uncle."

So, she hadn't negated on her promise. "It was not the same without you," He says before he can stop himself. "Too stuffy, sitting around waiting for things to happen." Charles knows he's rambling a bit but he did miss her. He needs to finally get the courage to ask for her number, that would be much easier.

"Is this like that as well?" She asked.

"No," He moved to pick up his fork. "I get to leave after dinner and get to go back to my hotel."

"You don't go party after?"

"No, no. I am not Lando." Placing his fork down and waving his hands in protest.

"So what do you do then?"

"Normally I go and play my piano in my room, or watch something." He enjoyed his solitude. It was part of his whole tortured artist thing that Arthur liked to make jokes about. Which was funny since his younger brother was very much the same.

She doesn't say anything for a moment. Did she think that was an invitation to come back to his hotel with him?

"I'm sorry," she says. "I'm bad at this... We keep meeting at these events and-"

"It never goes further?" He asks. She nods back at him.

“Maybe we can exchange numbers or-” He started to say and then cut himself off. No, bad idea. Her family worked for his team.

“Or?” She askes.

“Next time, you can come with me?” He lets himself ask. He knows he’s taking a risk.

“Come with you?” She asks back.

“Yes, I pick you up from your hotel or where you are staying. We can cordinate with whoever sets you up to come to these events.” This feels like a longshot. She won’t agree to this.

“Do you really want to see me that badly again?” She asks. He can feel like she wants to say that she’s not special enough for that.

All he can do is nod at her. There is nothing else that he can say. Or nothing that he can say that he knows won’t scare her off. He would like to say that he feels like he’s falling for her, that he wants to get to know her more, to feel like he has a tangable part of her for him to grab onto instead of just the moments they seem to catch each other in.

He doesn’t want to keep thinking of her as the girl who sneaks off during the party, he wants to always have the image of her dancing in his mind to the melody that comes from his fingers. He’s sick of looking at the incomplete page of sheet music, it’s been tauning him since he last saw her.

“I-” She starts to say and then cuts herself off. “I can-” She’s cut off by someone coming to their table.

“Uncle,” She quickly says to the older man he saw at the Prize Giving Gala at the end of last year. Her eyes are wide, she is obviously surprised to see him.“I thought I was going to see you after.”

“You were supposed to, but something came up.” The older man says. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m taking a flight back home. My assistant will call you in the morning with your flight details. I don’t want you to feel stranded here without knowing what’s going on.”

She gives him a nod back.

The older man looks at him and then back to her.

“Take care of her son.” He said to Charles. “I’ll call you when your at home on Monday.”

The older man leaves them. Charles can’t help but let out a heavy breath.

She immediately starts to apologize after, “He’s like that with everyone.”

“And you work for him?” He asks.

“He offered me a job after I was finished with school, a good stepping stone.”

“And you also live with him?” He can’t help but ask even though he knows that he’s assuming.

“No, I don’t. My uncle lives in New York. When I was going to school I lived in Los Angeles, but I work at my uncles office in Monaco… It’s been a big adjustment these last 6 months.”

Ah that explains a lot of things, it really seemed like she just disappeared from the world for a while. She probably has been under a lot of stress.

“Well, I would still like to go to the next event with you. If you can clear it with your uncle.”

“I would love to but I’m not sure if-” She starts to say.

And he can read the rejection, he knows what it is.

He instead reaches for his phone before she can say anything else.

“Just take my number. If he says no, then I at least know that you tried.” He takes the place card with his name on it and shovels around in the pockets of his jacket. He knows he has a pen somewhere even though he hates that it’s become a habit that he now carries one with him.

He starts to write it before slowly handing it over.

He watches as she tentatively takes it from him and slips it into her small bag that doesn’t even look big enough to fit a phone in.

He can only sit and keep talking to her from there. Her shoulders seem to loosen again after a bit. They bring out the next course of food and sit and talk as they both pick at what ends up on their plates.

There is a low brrng of a phone going off close to them before she looks down and sees her pull out a phone from under her dress. It doesn’t look like it would fit into the bag she has with her.

‘I’m sorry.’ she mouthes and then moves to walk to the other side of the room.

He can feel that she is being forced away from him, and all he wants to do is sink his fingers around her wrist and pull her back.

He doesn’t though. He watches her be pulled away from him to the other side of the room to talk to whoever is on the phone, and then into a conversation with someone else to rub shoulders with other people he doesn’t care to acknowledge. She seems to disappear into the night at some point, after being paraded around the room and all he can do it wait for the dinner to end and go back to his hotel room. He doesn’t bother changing, opens the piano cover and sinks his fingers into the keys on the far right end, the haunting notes spilling from his fingers.

It seems like she will continue to live in his daydreams a little longer.

He finds the sheet music with her melody on it and at the top of the page writes;

He places the pen on the sheet music stand and leaves it sitting there. We will meet again, he promises himself after he’s moved off the piano stool to finally change out of his suit.

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