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adragonprinceswhore · 4 months ago

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One Whore Is As Good As Another

Aemond x Brothel worker x (drunk) Aegon

Summary: Desperate to prove he's no mere boy, Prince Aemond leaves his taunting brother and seeks out another conquest. Momentarily, he feels back in control, until his brother reappears.

Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, reader is a brothel worker and has Valyrian features, targcest, rough sex, oral (m. receiving), face fuccin', P in V, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, titty slapping, humiliation, degradation, dysfunctional brothers

Word Count: 2000

A/N: I had this idea when I read the leaks for episode 3, and let's just say Aegon's awfulness worked great as inspiration. Filthy drabble ahead!

You've seen Prince Aemond's long, silver hair flash by in the corner of your eye countless times in the past weeks.

You never get the chance to observe the prince up close. He only appears fleetingly, confidently striding through the Blue Pearl towards the room where Madame Sylvie awaits him.

She seems to be his favourite; the only one allowed to touch the imposing young man. Sometimes he spends hours with her, though you are not privy to the details. All you know is that most men entering your place of employment conduct much shorter visits.

You do not envy your madame. Entertaining a Targaryen prince is no easy feat, from what you've heard.

Still, you do wonder what it would be like to catch his eye. For him to choose you, like he had chosen the madame.

Had he ever caught sight of you, like you did him? Had he ever seen the shimmer of your silver hair reflect in the corner of his eye?

Does you Valyrian heritage look as alluring as that of the statuesque prince, despite being born a bastard?

These thoughts had merely been fugitive, indulgent fantasies.

Until tonight.

Prince Aemond stands naked in the middle of the vast space in the heart of the Blue Pearl, seeing eye gazing out over the intertwined bodies moving in differing rhythms.

No one had asked for your services as of yet, and you'd therefore been tasked with refilling chalices and plates for the patrons.

The prince's gaze settles on you as you pour wine into a few cups scattered around, ensuring no one chases pleasure parched.

He walks towards you in slow, confident steps, seemingly uncaring that he is fully nude.

'Tis a brothel after all.

Placing the decanter back on the table, you curtsey as he draws near; trembling fingers fumbling with the thin material of your gown,

"Wine, your grace?"

"Do you work here?"

'Tis not the wine that caught his attention.

"Yes. How may I be of service?"

His eye scans the place, searching for a more secluded spot. He gestures towards a plush settee tucked away in a corner with a nod, prompting you to follow him there.

Walking next to the prince, you can truly admire the sharp features of his face. His hair is as fetching up close, and his skin resembles milk; so clear and smooth.

Clean.

Not fit for the filthy surroundings you'd been brought up in.

"Are you my uncle's bastard?"

His query catches you off guard,

"I-, I do not know, your grace. Mayhaps"

You could be his cousin.

Or his sister.

It matters little here; the gods had decided both of your fates when they ruled it fair he be born a prince and you a bastard to a whore in Flea Bottom.

Despite the evident uncertainty, your answer seems to please him.

Prince Aemond's hums, seeing eye narrowing and the right corner of his mouth twitching briefly, perhaps nearly breaking into a smile.

The possibility of you being his uncle's daughter excites him.

"Lay down"

You do as told, reclining on the settee. The corner the two of you occupy is fairly out of sight, yet there is no curtain hindering wandering eyes from seeing your act. It surprises you that the otherwise secretive prince would chose such an exposed place for your coupling, yet you say nothing.

The choice is his.

He inspects your form as you lie down; gaze traveling from the round softness of your breasts to the smooth skin of your inner thighs. The gown you wear leaves little hidden, and the prince's searing stare causes your heart to drum quicker in your chest.

The unpredictability of what he'll do next; of what he wants from you, causes as much unease within you as the determined look in his eye elicits.

He hums, head nodding faintly to himself, before he moves towards you, lifting one long, lean leg so he may straddle your chest.

His cock is right by your mouth, already growing larger as he gazes down at your face underneath him.

Perhaps 'tis the gaining of control that arouses the prince so; seeing you laid out for him with nothing but obedience to offer.

He feeds you his half-hard cock; not too brutish to force it all in your mouth at once. A prince still keeps his manners, you suppose.

Taking him in, you feel the skin of his member; hot and with a taste like salt. It's heavy in your mouth, and the awkward position the prince has you in does not allow you much movement.

He looks down at you; one eye stoney and unmoving, with shadows and light dancing in it. The other expressive and fierce.

Hungry.

Both his hands grab the back of the seat as he leans forward, forcing more of his cock down your throat. It prevents you from breathing, yet you do your best to appease him, sucking and swallowing him to the best of your ability.

You feel his balls slap your chin as he rocks into your mouth, pleased grunts escaping his lips.

A few more thrusts and you start to feel dizzy, not receiving enough air with the prince's manhood in your mouth and his lower belly pressed up against your nose.

You gently tap his leg and he abruptly pulls away from you, hurriedly moving off of you to stand next to the settee.

You cough as you inhale air once again, looking up at him with glassy eyes and wet lips, shining with spit.

His face is still harsh and demanding, and your gaze flickers down to his cock.

Decorated in your spit, it has grown double in size and is now red; like vexed skin after a beating.

You lay still, breathing rapidly to regain your senses. After giving you a moment to calm, Prince Aemond gestures for you to stand, and sits down on the settee.

He grabs your hips, dragging you towards his lap, and so 'tis your time to straddle him, take his cock in hand and sink down on it.

You know how to play these games. You know how to appease the men seeking your touch. Still, the moan you emit as you take in the prince is not solely performative; the stretch of his member fills you to the point of pain.

You bite your lip in a vain effort to concentrate, set on pleasing and serving your prince. Moving up and down in a slow pace, you grow wetter and more accustomed to his intrusion, and soon, your own pleasure follows.

"A-, ah, Prince Aemond", you call out, hoping the flattery will make him favour you even more. Mayhaps as much as he favours your madame.

He grunts and places his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he may rest his face against your scarcely clad bosom. He's enjoying you; reveling in your cunt, and it feels like the highest of praise.

You continue to call his title, his name, moving faster and harsher up and down his length, until,

"Brother!"

You catch the flash of a figure stumbling towards you in the corner of your eye, certain you know who it is before looking up;

King Aegon.

His lips are curved into a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded and hair tousled,

"I knew you had it in ya!"

The king ends his exclamation with a slur, clearly far too drunk to be staggering around Flea Bottom unattended.

You'd never been eye to eye with the king before; word around the street was that he found the Blue Pearl far too dull. He requires more to quench his thirst for depravity.

And yet, seeing you ride his brother's cock seems to be to his liking,

"Come on, girl, ride the dragon!", King Aegon shouts before falling into a fit of laughter. His hand smacks your arse as if you were a mare, urging you to go faster.

You search the prince's face for approval, but he's not looking at you anymore. His dark gaze is trained on his brother; still harsh and determined. You take his silence for compliance and move faster; quick breaths of exhaustion and moans of pleasure slipping out from your still wet lips.

"Making her do all the work-",

Aegon's still laughing between the words he slurs out. Standing behind you, one of his hands move to cup your left breast, and he squeezes it roughly; too drunk to appreciate tenderness,

"-I can see why"

Prince Aemond is still silent; still staring at his amused brother.

"No, no, no, this won't do", the king mumbles as he releases the harsh grip he'd had on your breast,

"Remove your gown, bastard"

Again, you seek Prince Aemond's eye for instruction, but he does not grant it. So, you grab the hem of your thin attire and pull it off over your head, exposing yourself to the Targaryen brothers.

'Tis not like you've never been naked before; you entertain most guests nude. Still, there's something about the royals' presence, their ongoing, silent battle, that leaves you feeling more exposed than ever before.

King Aegon hums in appreciation at the sight of your bare teats, the same rough hand coming up to slap the side of one of them, chuckling as they knock together.

You pick up the pace to ride your prince again, yet the king does not leave you be. His voice is still amused, though tinted with something darker, as he commands his brother,

"I want to see you fuck her like a hound, Aemond"

The prince does not reply, and your pace does not falter. You were tasked with pleasuring the prince, and if he did not reply to his brother's orders, neither would you.

Though he is your king.

"Fuck her like a hound! Come on!"

King Aegon sounds more agitated now; impatient. He does not like that his brother does not obey him instantaneously; that he would refuse an order.

The prince is as stubborn as his elder, and in between the brothers, is you;

Caught between two dragons waging a war of wills.

"Get up", Prince Aemond grits through clenched teeth.

You comply, standing swiftly only to be turned and roughly placed back on the settee on your knees.

The prince places a hand on your lower back, pushing you to arch, and enters you in one stroke, reaching far deeper than your previous position had allowed.

He quickly sets a brutal pace; fucking your squelching cunt harsh and quick.

You desperately hold on to the back of the seat, vainly searching for some control as the prince takes his pleasure from you.

Behind you, you hear his laboured breaths and grunts, and the entertained cackle of the king,

"That's more like it!"

He walks around the settee to face you; watching your body as it sways back and forward with the prince's rough thrusts.

Leaning in closely, so closely that his wine-soaked breath is right by your cheek, King Aegon inquires, "How does royal cock feel?"

You know how to play these games.

"Heavenly, your grace"

He hums and touches a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger, "Is that what your mother thought as well?"

He does not bother with waiting for an answer from you; truly, he's not interested in knowing. Instead, he circles the settee yet again to stand next to his brother, mesmerised by the sight of his cock driving in and out of you,

"Where on her will you spill?"

Prince Aemond stays silent, pace never faltering.

“Face, teats or arse?”, his brother asks, but before his stoic sibling answers, he decides for him,

"Spill on her face. You got to appreciate those, uh, familiar features"

A few more rough strokes and the prince pulls out, grabs your waist, and turns you around so that you face them both. He pushes on your shoulder in a silent order for you to get on the floor, once again with his member in your face.

With a quick hand he strokes his slick cock, seed shooting out like arrows, landing on your cheeks, in your hair, on your lips.

He's breathing heavily, yet does not say anything, nor does he moan or grunt. He simply decorates your face in pearly luminescence, matching your silver hair and lilac eyes.

When he's done, he turns, and you see his older brother lay a comradery hand on his shoulder, commending him for "a good fuck".

As the brothers walk away together, you see the tension in Prince Aemond's shoulders ease ever so slightly.

The burdens of being a royal.

A/N: If the HotD writers want Aemond to be obsessed with his uncle, I'll comply! I like to write these little drabbles as a fun way to practice writing without much pressure, so please be kind, it's all just for fun!

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priniya · 3 months ago

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 FORTS AND DADDY TIME! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. oscar piastri x leclerc!wife!reader

summary. when you need to stay at work for longer than expected, you leave oscar with your daughter. when you come home earlier than your husband thought, the cutest scene plays in front of you.

notes. tysm for loving my previous dad!oscar fic!!! this one’s also not proofread but lets pretend like there is not a single mistake in here 😙😙😙

days like this were the hardest, especially with the thought of oscar’s summer break inevitable ending occupying your mind. every year, you wanted to make sure you had spent the maximum time with him and chloe, before parting your ways for a while again. going back to the office, while you were spending the precious time with your husband and daughter, was something you hated, mostly, because chloe was the biggest daddy’s girl on earth. some people might’ve gotten jealous over the fact that they’re not their baby’s favorite parent, but you loved watching oscar interact with chloe.

but honestly, leaving them alone was still a bit of a stressful situation for you and your emotions were all over the place as you tried writing down all the necessary things just in case oscsr forgets, which wasn’t likely to happen, but still — you wanted to be more than sure.

“baby, i know how to look after chloe.” oscar laughed softly, his arms wrapped around your waist as he stood behind, placing a single kiss on your neck. “we’re gonna have much fun today, right, squish?” he asked, when the little girl leaned on his leg, looking up at the two of you with a sweet smile. she nodded eagerly, earning a small chuckle from you.

“i good girl.” chloe replied confidently, wrapping her arms around oscar’s leg, wanting to stay as close to him as possible, despite it was you the one leaving (even if it was for a few long hours). “mommy good girl, too! and daddy good girl, too too!” the two of you had to stifle a laugh as your daughter praised you on being good girls.

a few minutes later, quite a couple of reassuring words from your husband, a few wet, sloppy kisses on your cheeks and a literal push out of the door and oscar was left with your little squish. at first everything was calm, chloe was sprawled out on the carpet, playing with her little’s pet shops collection, making a little voice-over, while your husband was preparing a strawberry smoothie for her.

though, before he knew it, he was dressed in one of your dresses, wearing a plastic tiara on his head with stickers plastered all over his cheeks, while sitting at chloe’s small, colourful table with some of her favorite plushies (a panda named jimmy, a koala named arty [after her favorite uncle], ginny the giraffe and daphne the dolphin).

“c’mon, princess squish, do a spin for daddy.” oscar smiled, watching as his daughter did a spin. he helped her get into her purple tutu dress, put a tiara and a few hair clips in the strands of her blond hair. to make her princess tea party experience even better, he took some of your eyeshadow palettes and put some on her to match her purple dress.

“i so pretty, daddy!” she squeaked happily, doing a little dance. “tea?” she asks as she plops down on her dad’s lap, pouring a pretend tea into his pink cup. “tasty, tasty.” she nodded, taking a sip.

“yeah, you’re my pretty princess, squish.” oscar chuckled, earning himself one of the most beautiful views in the world — his daughter grinning, showing him her baby teeth. your husband couldn’t help but to grin back at her, feeling her little arms wrap around his neck as she went in for a hug.

oscar was a sucker for moment like those, as much as he wished you were there to witness it, he loved spending time with chloe, seeing her grow up every day, noticing those slight changes in the way she constructed her sentences and how the incoherent babbling started to turn into actual words and sentences. he was counting down the days till she was old enough to not tire you out whenever on a flight, so he could see her happy face after a race and to show her the beauties of the world on a free day. god, she was the the most important person in the world for him in a way he could drop everything to make sure she was happy.

his heart ached painfully, every time he was away from you and chloe for longer than a few days and with his hectic schedule. everything seemed to be a lot better, when his lucky charms were next to him.

the princess tea party went on for almost another hour until the princess hosting it started to slowly get tired and tired, snuggling up to him after they finished cleaning everything up. it took them some time, because she had to give each of her plushies a few kisses before placing them in her bed, tucking them in. “you’re such a sweet girl, aren’t you, baby?” he chuckled, watching her as he leaned on the doorframe of her room.

she tilted her head with a tiny smile as she ran towards her dad, unfortunately, she tripped on the edge of the carpet, scraping her knees at the friction as she fell. tears started falling down her cheeks in an instant and oscar’s heart broke in half. he knew accidents happen all the time, but he wasn’t prepared for one involving his daughter, when he was all alone, even if it was just a small scratch.

“shh, hey, what’s with the fuss?” he asked in a calm voice, gently picking her up. your husband placed a few soft kisses on chloe’s wet cheek to calm her down. “s’okay, daddy’s gonna take care of your ouchie.” he reassured as she nuzzled her teary face against his neck, sniffling quietly.

“fait mal, daddy.” she sniffled. oscar was glad that once in a while, your brothers wanted to mess with him and spoke only in french before chloe was born, so he could pick up on what his daughter was saying. hurts.

“i know, squish.” he sighed, gently sitting her down on the couch, telling his baby to sit still, while she tried to wipe away her flowing cheeks. he sprayed antiseptic on her scratches, holding her hand with his free one. a small gasp left his daughter’s lips as the spray coated her ouchies. “such a brave, girl.” he coaxed, placing two band-aids on her disinfected knees (with puppies, of course). when her face was no longer in tears, a sad pout appeared on her lips, making oscar’s stomach turn.

“how about, we make a blanket fort and watch some cartoon before you go to sleep, hm?” he suggested, the pout disappearing in a second, being replaced my a grin. a blanket fort? that sounds super cool. he pulled a few chairs together, putting a blanket on top of it as chloe’s eyes widened in shock and excitement.

the final product was breathtaking, at least for chloe, because oscar did everything he could to make the blanket fort look magical as he put pillows on the floor, put up lights and brought his ipad to play chloe’s favorite movie.

before he knew it, his little girl was curled up against his side, his hand gently moving up and down against her back as her head rested on the side of his chest. her eyes were slowly closing, but she wanted to stay in the fort and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with a tantrum of a sleepy, cranky little girl.

when you came back from work, the apartment looked clean, as if oscar sedated your little ball of energy and hired a cleaning company. that was your thought process, until you noticed a blanket fort in the living room and your heart melted like a chocolate in a water bath. you quietly took off your shoes and tiptoed to the fort, peaking inside. seeing the view completely shattered your heart in the most positive way possible.

“you’re back already?” oscar asked quietly, not wanting to disturb chloe’s sleep as she was laying down on his chest. “thought it’d take a little longer.” he smiled affectionately at you.

“think there’s some room for me?” your mouth curled into a small beam as he nodded, quickly taking a spot next to him, finally noticing that he’s wearing one of your dresses and you had to stiffle a laugh.

oscar noticed your expression and groaned quietly. “we had a princess party.” he explained, though the pretend angered look quickly dissolved, replaced by a playful smile. “your daughter didn’t let me be a prince, so i had to stole one of your dresses. i’ll show you the photos tomorrow morning.” he kissed your temple as you snuggled up closer, your hand gently rubbing chloe’s back.

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your writing is the best to ever exist in this website istg youre just too good. its so convincing cause no one portrays ellie as good as you do 😭😭😭💗💗

id love to read something along the lines of like getting back from a stressed day at work and ellie helps u relax (if u know what i mean😙)

THIS MADE MY HEART SWELL AW TYSM :’) sure thing bby, comin’ right up!! — nsfw, minors DNI

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warnings: lotsa teasing, kissing, ellie spits on it, oral r!receiving, aftercare

“Hey baby,” Ellie chimes, her head peeking over from the living room. You sigh, shoulders drooping as you closed the front door.

“Hi, love.”

Her brows furrow as she takes note of the tiredness in your tone. She quickly rises from the couch, turning the corner.

“Is… everything okay?” She asks.

“Yeah,” You reply, taking off your shoes. “Just a rough day at work.”

“Oh,” She murmurs. You nod before heading to the bedroom.

You were quick to undress; eager to be rid of your uniform. Ellie followed behind you as you stripped down to your underwear.

“Wanna talk about it?” She questions, trying to stop her eyes from grazing down your bare body.

“Not… not really.” You respond.

Ellie bit down on her lip as her gaze traveled. She knew it was kind of wrong, drooling over you when you were so tired, but she couldn’t help herself. Not when you were topless and the only thing clinging to your body was a sheer set of panties.

“Today was so damn stressful.” You mutter. “I’m just… done with work. Just wanna relax.”

You jump when her unexpected hands roamed over the small of your back. The attention made you blush.

“Relax?” She raises her eyebrow. “Hm?”

Ellie places a kiss against the spot where your ear met your neck. And then down by your collarbone. And another, on the curve of your breast.

“Ellie,” You whine.

“I’m sorry— I— you just, you look so good…” She says. “And… I can make you feel better, you know.”

She presses another kiss dangerously close to your nipple, and you absentmindedly lean into her touch. A small whimper escapes your lips.

“B-But—“

“But… what, hm?” She replies, teeth grazing against your hardened bud.

You smile down at her lazily. “I’m tired, love, I really am.”

“Mm, that’s fine.” She hums, green eyes looking up at you. “I’ll do all the work. Pretend like I’m not even here.”

Her lips wrap around your nipple, pulling and sucking at it as you heave a desperate sigh. Your hands find themselves in her hair as you close your eyes.

“Fuck,” You whisper, wetness gathering in your panties as you pull and tug at her auburn strands. “You know I can’t ignore you like this, Ellie.”

“Why not?” She says against your skin.

“B-Because,” She bites at your nipple, and you stifle a yelp. “Damn you…”

Her chuckle is scruffy as she lowers herself even more, peppering kisses along your tummy. Her hands travel up and down your waist as she relishes in the touch and feel of your body.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” She says quietly, teeth grazing underneath your belly button. “C’mon. Let me help you relax, baby.”

As the back of your knees hit the bed, Ellie drags her kisses lower and lower, until she’s practically tasting your slick through your panties. The moan that escapes your lips is filthy.

“Oh, fuck,” You groan, absentmindedly rolling your hips up against her mouth. Her hands reach down to grab your thighs and hold them still.

“Mm-mm,” She grunts adamantly. You whine in response; you were eager to actually feel her tongue, absent of the painfully thin fabric.

Her slender fingers toy with the lining of your underwear, sliding underneath a mere half inch before trailing back out. You pull harshly at her hair, to which she halts and looks up at you.

“Excuse you,” She says. Her lips pulled into a smirk, but her eyes were watching you carefully. You knew that look — it was as if she was telling you to behave.

You couldn’t help yourself. Ellie was doing so good, and now you wish you had never said you wanted to relax in the first place. Because you knew she was gonna go slow with it, take her time.

Her fingers slide under the band one more time before finally pulling the fabric away from your cunt. The cold air was a small shock against your wet, exposed clit.

She laughs a little, rubbing her thumb against your hood.

“So juicy,” Ellie huffs. “You really did need this, huh?”

You hum in response, cunt clenching around nothing as she teases you. It wasn’t fair, the effect she had on you.

She drags your wetness up and down your slit, biting down on her bottom lip. “Look at that,” She mutters, eyes trained on the way your clit glistens under her touch.

You opened your mouth, about to argue over how agonizing she was being when you feel her harsh spit hit your cunt. Before you even have time to react, she’s lapping it back up, sending you into a daze.

“Oh my god,” You moan, taken aback by her actions. Her tongue felt ecstasy.

You lifted your legs, wrapping them around her head to pull her in even more. She moans in response, continuing to messily eat you out.

Her hair fell into her face, but she didn’t care. She was dead set on pleasing you. She rested a hand against your hip, to which you held in place as you whined and wriggled underneath her.

“Feels so good,” You whisper, face scrunching up in pleasure as you relished in the feeling of her. “Please don’t stop.”

Ellie obeys your command for the next few minutes, licking and sucking on your cunt until your breath quickens and your legs begin to shake around her neck.

Your moans get louder as your high gets closer. She’s careful not to change her pace.

“E-Ellie—“ You choke out, tugging on her auburn strands as every stroke of her tongue becomes heightened. “Please—“

“Go on,” She hums, looking up at you from between your legs. “Cum on my tongue, baby.”

It was all you needed to hear. Within seconds, your entire body is seizing up, hips bucking and eyes closed as you came. It was the hardest you had cum in a while, so powerful that it left you weak and dizzy.

Ellie chuckles, looking at your puffy clit as she licks it a few more times, getting a final taste. She backs away and returns a minute later with a wet rag.

“You okay, babe?” She asks gently, pressing the warm rag between your legs. You nod, looking up at her.

“Felt s’good,” You say softly. She smiles.

“I’m glad.” She whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You sunk into her touch, eyelids fluttering closed.

You were gonna sleep real good tonight.

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formulaa-1 · 2 years ago

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Hey did you see that video of Harry Styles and Emrata kissing in Tokyo? I was wondering if you could use this video as inspiration for an Instagram by Horner!reader where everyone thinks she has a crush on Max, but then this video leaks of her kissing Charles, and people are really shocked

*But her kiss with Charles was beautiful, nothing like that embarrassing kiss from Harry and Emily LMAO

instagram au😙 C.L

Horner!reader x Charles leclerc

everyone thinks y/n Horner has a crush on max but they’re proved wrong when a photo surfaces of her kissing a certain monegasque driver.

I didn’t know if you wanted me to use the photo of Harry and Emily but the kiss they had was so messy the photos were bad😭😭I hope this is what you wanted tysm for the request<3

y/nhorner’s story

maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: p1 finish in Miami 💪🏼🦁 thank you for all your support.

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y/nhorner: well done maxie 🫶🏼

maxverstappen1: your my good luck charm👀

y/nhorner: as if you need any luck

user26: erm HELLO?! the flirting!!!???😃

therealgerihalliwell: 🙌🏼🙌🏼❤️❤️

y/nhorner’s story

caption: max is too busy doing interviews and I’m bored help 😒

y/nhorner

y/nhorner: life lately 🏁☀️🌊

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rbrfan_33: anyone notice something real sus lately👀…y/n’s been posting max on her story and wishing him good luck and commenting on his posts and now max is liking her pics ,especially with the last photo it makes it even more sus😏

user125: STOP OMFG

fan6: I never even thought about y/n and max but omg I NEED Christian’s reaction to them 😭😭😭

therealgerihalliwell: beautiful ❤️❤️

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f1dailywags

f1dailywags: Christian horners daughter y/n and Ferrari golden boy charles leclerc spotted kissing a few days after Sundays race! what are your thoughts and opinions on this ?🏁❤️

tagged: charles_leclerc and y/nhorner

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redbullgirl1: SHUT THE FRONT DOOR NOOOO WEVE LOST HER💔💔💔

fan37: you can hardly even see their faces how do you know it’s them ???

f1dailywags: there’s a video going around too where they were both spotted at the beach walking where you can see their faces🥰🥰

fan37: ohhh okay!

authors note🎀 this is so bad I hate it but I hope this is what you were thinking ,maybe I’ll do a part 2 ! hope your all okay and looking after yourselves :)

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