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hi! I recently came across your tgcf fics, and I wanted to say youâre a phenomenal creator. the recovery series fic and the gloves fic and just all of them. thank you for your content and great attention to detail.
do you have any thoughts/hcs on FXMQ and Xie Lian youâd be willing to share? within the original story or the universes of your fics!
Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them! (ďž*^â˝^*)ďž.･:*â
hmm, random thoughts about the FXMQ... a silly headcanon: Feng Xin has very much been hoisted by his own petard by heckling Mu Qing! That is to say, he'll harass Mu Qing relentlessly about something stupid only to be confronted with a similar situation and realise that there's absolutely NO way he can act in anyway similar to Mu Qing or he'll never hear the end of it.
(For example, he has tolerated some truly atrocious divine statues in the past because he's heckled Mu Qing so much about how picky he is with his divine statues that there's no WAY he can say ANYTHING without seeing that smug bastard's face in his head so he just has to bite his tongue and tolerate some unspeakably ugly statues.)
Mu Qing doesn't generally suffer from similar overthinking (he'll just prepare to kick FX's ass if he dares to say anything about it) except for things more directly related to himself. I think he genuinely finds sewing/embroidery/etc rather relaxing work but he'd rather die than have anyone ever see him do it because he's made such a big deal about not doing that sort of "servant" work anymore.
(He actually really enjoyed stitching Ruoye back together because it gave him the perfect excuse -- he's returning a favour!! and Xie Lian is hopeless!! of course he had to!! -- and he secretly considered using white thread to embroider some invisible little designs just because he doesn't quite want to stop... only he knew he'd get caught if he messed with Xie Lian's spiritual device like that and gave up the idea)
#tgcf#bene speaks#so anon will you send me a FXMQ hc back?? đ i know others have given that pair more thought than i have#though it does all make me wonder how mu qing (and feng xin) would feel about ruoye after learning about its origins#more fond or more resentful?#or guiltily realise that its been too long and they don't feel anything at all about it but wonder#if they should - if they would if they were better people#this is an irreverent goofy little idea off the top of my head but i dunno... i haven't written much with these guys yet#but i have thoughts#their entire dynamic with xie lian#the way they are so wholly in need of each other but also so intensely distanced from each other is... *chefs kiss*#none of them are REALLY friends by the end of the main series#not really#were they ever friends? proper friends? hard to say since we only have xl's pov and his pov is really biased especially in regard#to his past behaviour - he judges himself quite harshly#were they friends? did was the hierarchy between them mean that they never really COULD cross that divide?#i like to think they were and they did but still. 800 years is a long time#feng xin and mu qing have SUCH a horrifically and deliciously complicated relationship#there's so many old resentments between them + inherent ties that can't quite break + jun wu's fucking meddling#(and my GOD jun wu's meddling in that trio... would love to pick at that more... that would be a great fic#one that parallels fx/mq(/xl) and yy/qyz... give me a hurt/comfort fic that builds on that god#i am fascinated by what a renewed friendship could look like between them after 800 years now that they're all on somewhat equal footing#we got a great taste of mu qing wanting to move past old grudges and really pursue that which healed me after the wwx&jc ending in mdzs#but they all have so much baggage to shed and things to talk about... man it'd be intense#so yeah. this is a long tag ramble to say i definitely HAVE SOME FUCKING THOUGHTS about the mess that is the xianle trio (quartet)#anyway thanks for asking anon that was fun to ramble about
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such is the tale of a â¨chronically online hypocriteâ¨
#(please forgive this old folkâs rambling for a hot min bc i need to get this off my chest somehow and in some way)#tl;dr: come and get into the hw idol series!!! we have ship discourse; more ship discourse; even more ship discourse#(yes ik people should be free to ship what they do b u t claiming a noncanon ship as canon and forcing it on everyone else is. not cool.)#yes yes fridayâs mv was visually cute and ino.rinâs singing was peak b u t i feel like it has caused more harm than good in some way???#i cant b e l i e v e the jp hwtwt beef over fridayâs mv is still going on mannnnnnnnn#no less than 3 separate people have made posts along the lines of#âp l s stop using [official tags] to post about *[unnamed] non-official ships* p l s thereâs a time and place for everythingâ#and n o n e of them even remotely run in the same circles yet theyâre all banded together against a *certain* group lmfao never change hwtwt#lhy (esp yhy) shippers are always at the scene of the crime mannnnnnn#i cant see anything on their end of the naval battle (has every single lhy tag+account that i could think of blocked)#b u t itâs still really funny to witness on my twtdash against my will. i think i need to touch grass#âkyhn isnât canon either so why do you like it while being such a hater towards lhyââ#great question!!!!!! itâs bc (disregarding the movie) they actually interact really well together~~~ like the honeypre event y kâ#and also bc yukki treats hina really nicely all the time (even when she was being tsun and literally running from her feelings for him)#a n d hina loved him for who he truly was; even before his image change arc. and she also does her best to appeal to him and such~~~~~~~#but lhy. uh. they just bully hiyo 95% of the time and while they do look out for her bc theyâre pals#theyâre just pals. guys. and lxl have gone âuwu it must be u uwuâ to each other one too many times so shoehorning hiyo between them would.#be pretty weird ngl? esp since the âwidely acceptedâ portrayal of lhy as a trio is p much just hiyo x 2 dudes who dont even like each other#and. like. a branch of such portrayals usually seem to have aizo waft away from the âr/s triadâ to date mona instead which is. very weird.#some people just pick and choose aizo and mona interactions dont they. all they see is the umbrella scene and go âah yes. canonâ#they dont even read further to see how mona doesnât even use the umbrella after aizo leaves (clear rejection)#a n d how aizo doesnât even remember giving the umbrella to mona + monaâs entire existence in general after that#and thatâs not even counting the grudge mona refuses to let go of even after what looks to be literal months#so for certain shippers to just casually shoo aizo out of the hiyoharem and into monaâs unwilling arms for the sake of yhy is. weird.#and like. shouldnât he and yujiro have a say in this?? theyâre more interested in each other than hiyo so just how are they being commonly#portrayed as hiyosimps in fanon? im so confused⌠like. wouldnât they be equally obsessed with each other (as w/ hiyo) if they were a rstrio?#aaaaaa get this off my twtdash plsssssssss pls see this post twtapp pls let this affect your dumb algorithm im tired of the ship discourseee#as funny as the âlhy vs the worldâ naval warfare is itâs getting. um. very annoying!!!! and now im missing nagisa more than ever s o b s#plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls influence the algorithm ragepost; ik big brother is đwatchingđ so do your thingâ#(pls feel free to duke it out with me too if yâall read this i need my birdsite algorithm to le a r n that i dont wanna see stuff like this)
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Post-recovery Summiya concept sketch :)
#my art#artists on tumblr#the legend of korra#Kat and Nia and their multiverse of madness#original character#more like mid recovery but same difference#I think she deserves a cathartic hair cutting scene after 35 years of not being allowed to control any part of her own appearance#and also her hair is completely fried by constant straightening so it needed to go anyway#and now her natural curls are coming in :D#in my view she chops most of it off herself and then Mekhali evens it out a tad#not too much since it being messy is kinda the point. but enough that she doesnât suddenly start mirroring Zaheerâs bird nest#hey. you know whatâs really apparent to me now?#just how much Nazra takes after her dadâs side of the family#like. thatâs Nazra hair. almost exactly the way I draw it#meaning she takes after her aunt and grandmother in this regard#hey Kat. if youâre reading this. can we at some point discuss Summiya and Aiza in the Ultimate AU?#I assume things work out the exact same way for them as in the original verse#Aiza/Emran joins the acolytes. Liba and Abyan join them 15 years later. Summiya has her breakdown. etc etc#but since the RL arenât imprisoned.. thereâs a chance they could reunite with Zaheer earlier. right?#and Summmiya and Aiza can get to know their niece?#idk. Iâm a little soft for that idea#and hey. theyâd get to meet Lien-Hua too!! the RL sisters club is finally together#that makes me think that maybe.. the Ultimate AU can have a better ending in store for Haya as well#I donât want to water down literally everyoneâs character for the sake of softness but.. fuck it. I ache for Haya too#in a better world things would be different for her. in a different world sheâd mend her relationship with Ghazan#and would be a good if emotionally distant (she really doesnât like kids) aunt to the girls#and the RL sisters club will be complete!! unless you count Meifeng I suppose#but anyway. you know what I think? Hayaâs queer but is ridden with internalised homophobia#itâs so bad that sheâs not even aware of it. and I think she and Summiya should fuck nasty about it#<â things unhinged people running on little sleep with a pounding headache say at 1 a.m. please ignore me (I mean. unlessâŚ?? đ)
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Hey I started following you when I was like a young teen still thinking I was a cis-het man.
Iâve certainly changed since.
I constantly feel like an invader by being trans while existing in women-focused spaces. Seeing that youâre supportive of trans people is honestly so amazing. Your support means a lot to me.
I just wanted to let ya know, your silly lol blog has made a positive impact!
Thanks
Women's spaces are for women. It's in the name. So if you identify as a woman, you're included and welcomed. You're not an invader for using a service/space specifically made for you.
But, uh. Let's go back to the most controversial part of your message...
Did you say you were a YOUNG TEEN when you followed me?!?!?
#Anonymous#the things I posted are NOT safe for teens đđđ#lmao but also look here#lesbians who exclude trans women from women's spaces are hypocrites#just remember that#they've forgotten (or were blessed to have never experienced) what it felt like#to hear someone say you can't be involved bc you might 'prey on the women'#lesbians were called the invaders and the predators#we were told we would 'make women uncomfortable' just for existing in the same space as straight women#so it's the same hateful bullshit just pivoted towards a more vulnerable population of people#some of us need a reminder of this đ shan't name names
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Oh my god I might get to take my friend on a date EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
#thatâs a good eek lol#I wonât even really have romantic feelings towards her lol#and as far as Iâm aware she feels the same way towards me#but we joke about having sex/going on a date a lot#and she was like âIâm free Sundayâ and I went đ#she also posts a lot on Snapchat complaining about people just wanting her for sex/not treating her well#& also posts TikTokâs of guys giving their girlfriends princess treatment and captioning it with stuff like âneed someone like this frâ#so likeâ I dunno- itâs a little silly- but I kinda wanna do that for her I dunno#Iâm kinda already planning some things out đđ#and like I said!!! I donât even have romantic feelings for her (have literally talked to her about a crush I have lol)#but I dunno- I guess I just wanna show her that itâs not impossible to find someone who *will* do those things and *will* treat her the way-#-she wants & deserves to be treated#I think mostly I want her to know she doesnât need to lower her standards- *shouldnât* lower her standards#just because a few shitty people refuse to meet them#(the reason Iâm so deadset on doing this might have something to do with me lowering my already very low standards for people who absolutel-#-absolutely did not deserve it in the past)#like honestly some of the stuff was as simple as getting her flowers/opening the car door for her#easy shit. (obv Iâm doing more than that lol)#but you get the idea
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just finished jade war. Um âźď¸
#girl. i have never been more stressed reading a book oh my goddddd those final few chapters had me by the fucking throat#i gasped countless times. i had to put the book down and PACE and that never happens ever .......#every moment i wasn't reading my gut was roiling with anxiety wondering what was going to happen next#fonda lee had me on the edge of my fucking seat that's for sure#okay im going to talk about spoilers now so look away if you must#THE DEATH SCARES WITH RU AND WEN AND ANDEN HAD ME SCREAMINGGGGG I WAS SO SCARED WTF#also we Love the poetic cinema of andenâs climactic scene in the first book being him taking away life and then in this book#it's him giving life back#LOVE!!!!!!! and he was always good at channeling so it ties in beautifully#also this is sooooo trivial but even though i was actually kind of heartbroken he broke things off with coryâ#i hope he can try something with lott đ like. please....he had a crush on this emo kid for the longest time back at the academy. so cute#but i mean they're two very different people now so i'd understand if that doesn't happen but now that anden is back in janloon i really#hope he and lott can like. spend more time together and get to catch up#ANYWAY!!!!!! i need to talk about BERO bc for some reason i ended up getting sooo attached to him#like yeah he's an awful street rat who's done awful things but he's just trying to make something out of his life#also Love how he's bestowed with such turbulent luck as it's stated over and over again like literally Anything could happen to bero#but i was kinda sad when mudt jr was murdered (that scene gave me chills btw it was so horrific...green bones don't mess around)#bc he and bero Were kinda sorta friends and i loved their constant bickering and how they did come to appreciate each other's company :(#also obsessed with how the books start and end with bero like oh shit i wonder what godawful scheme he's trying to pull off now#boy....just let it rest!!!! you have a proper job at a restaurant now you could make a normal life for yourself!!!!#now he wants to ruin the clans by joining the rebellion.....of courseeeee#anyway bero is a delight and i love seeing where fate takes him he really is a plaything of the gods#god i still can't believe kehn is dead :(((( are you fucking kidding me. AND MARO. that was fucked up.#also hellooooo i need ayt madashi pov chapters right nowwwww she's such an enigma she's so scary i need to know what goes on in her head#also. girl. the cycle of violence is going to keep happening over and over as long as rhe clans still stand :/#the mountain and no peak are just going to keep trying to get the upper hand on each other no matter how much they talk about peace#maybe i agree with and support bero after all hfkshfhdh maybe a rebellion is what's needed after all#bc they're just going to keep going at each other's throats#i need jade legacy right nowwww hopefully i get it from the library in the next few days
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I keep seeing those "character without trauma" depictions and they seem like fun but I can't really picture it for most of The Faves... I guess Arakawa would've stayed an actor and Mine would've stayed at his company (or who knows, maybe he would've pursued baseball instead to begin with), but other than that I'm coming up blank...
its hard to imagine traumaless depictions when A Good Portion Of Characteristics are a product of trauma tbf đď¸đđď¸
#snap chats#like even with daigo. sure his trauma might be considerably less severe compared to others#but even still his internalized loneliness and want for an Actual friend is a product of his childhood neglect and surroundings#trauma has a range like that going from things some people might be like 'oh well thats not THAT bad' to like.#walking in on your dad after he was shot đđđ i mean daigos dad was ALSO shot but at least he didnt have to see it--#jo might be the hardest to imagine. if thats what you were lowkey alluding to when it came to coming to a blank#at least with mine and arakawa- mine especially- we got to see them Somewhat have a normal life#mine esp like if he just learned to better communicated he wouldnt have a need to join the yakuza right#but with jo we never get even a lick of that#at most he was a construction worker but i mean.. p sure that was more of Needing to do it opposed to naturally going towards it yk#not that construction work is bad of course but we know what im saying its not exactly a lot of people's Top Five occupations#especially at 15 but anyway. im prattlin too long THIS IS WHAT I WAS SAYING DURIN STREAM YESTERDAY LMAO#I BE LIKE 'weh wah my hand hurt i hate typing' and then i type an essay in the tags#literally go outside i hate you <- @me#anyway. i forgot to say in my last bitching post that my mom also nicked my ear so thats fun#so now my ear hurts and theres a skin flap i wanna rip off thats great#ok that was more tmi than usual ima cut it here BYE
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Could you do nailea devora as a face claim? Please and thank you<3
mi bonita - fc43
summary: franco can't stop flirting with a pretty journalist. he has no idea she's lando norris' sister folkie radio: MY FIRST FRANCO FIC!!! that little argentinian man completely charmed me and now i'm obsessed with him. i hope you like this!
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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ynnorris summer break was nice, now letâs get back to work đ
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username1 SO PRETTY
username2 whats up with the norris genes
username3 sheâs pretty, she has a journalism degree and sheâs lando norrisâ sister, it girl
iamrebeccad đđđ
olliebearman Miss youuu
âł ynnorris youâll see me every weekend next year, formula 1 driver
âł username1 their friendship >>>>
username4 the superior norris for real
georgerussell63 Ready to be terrorized by you in the media pen for ten more race weekends
âł ynnorris you love me
âł username2 HEEEELP đ
landonorris Letâs gooo
âł ynnorris no one knows you
âł username3 best siblings ever
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francolapinto Empieza el sueĂąo 𼺠@williamsracing Canât wait to bring it to Monza
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username1 VAMOS
username2 okay i like him already
username3 i still miss logan but im so happy for him
williamsracing đđ
alex_albon Welcome mate đđ
username4 HES SO CUTE HELLO
username5 another latino is just what the grid needed
username6 I STAN
username7 most of you are new to the franco colapinto agenda but iâve been here for a long time yâall are not ready
âł username1 i canât wait for people to realize heâs a menace
ynnorris welcome to f1 đđ see you at the media pen!
âł francolapinto Thatâs what Iâm looking forward to the most đ see you hermosa
âł username1 HELP????
âł username2 WELL THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY
âł username3 DOES HE KNOW THATS LANDOâS SISTER
âł username4 oh i canât wait to see how this unfolds
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ynnorris monza time đŽđšđŽđš
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username1 STUNNING
username2 it girl
carmenmmundt Pretty girl â¨â¨
username3 this is how you nepotism
username4 drop the skin care routine queen
yukitsunoda0511 Youâre the only one allowed to interview me ever
âł yourinstagram đđ love you
âł username1 HEELP
username5 oh to be her
username6 lando and yn norris are the moment
francolapinto đđđđ
francolapinto Canât wait to meet you bonita
âł username1 FRANCO đđ
âł username2 seriously does franco know this is landoâs sister
âł username3 franco is such a menace and his first race hasnât even happened yet
âł username4 SOMEONE MEDIA TRAIN THIS MAN
âł ynnorris đ
landonorris ????
âł ynnorris whatâs your deal
âł landonorris I donât get some of these comments
âł username1 THEYâRE SO đ
âł username2 yn lives to piss lando off
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
[la mas bonita= the prettiest] [no hablo ingles= i donât speak english] [lo siento mucho = im so sorry]
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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ynnorris does anybody know a good spanish teacher?
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username1 HEEEELP
username2 IT GIRL FR
alexandrasaintmleux đđđ
username3 sheâs going to give lando a heart attack
username4 SHES JUST AS MESSY AS LANDO
redbullracing We see a Redbull đ
âł ynnorris omg donât tell the mclaren admin
username5 @francolapinto go for it dude
maxverstappen1 The drink >>>>
âł ynnorris donât let it get to your head
landonorris Carlos and Fernando can teach you no need to look for tEaChErS
âł username1 HEEEEELPPP
âł username2 THIS IS SO đđ
landonorris or Checo
âł username1 YOU KNOW ITS BAD WHEN HE SIDES WITH CHECO
ynnorris choosing to ignore my brother thanks !
francolapinto I volunteer đđđđ
âł username1 FRANCO đ
âł username2 thatâs my boy
âł username3 HE GOT BALLS
francolapinto La mas bonita đ
âł ynnorris đđ
âł username1 LANDO IS GOING TO THROW UP
âł ynnorris i blocked him
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francolapinto Ready for Baku đ
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username1 BARKING RN
username2 his first f1 points incoming
username3 how is this man so hot
williamsracing đđđ
username4 ready to watch him rizz yn again
âł username1 i donât think heâll do that again lando already called him out đ
username5 DONT EVER LEAVE THE GRID
olliebearman đ
username6 hide from lando
carlossainz55 See you there
âł username1 HELP IM PRETTY SURE LANDO TYPED THIS
landonorris SEE YOU
âł username2 HE IS SO ANNOYING đđđ
âł francolapinto đ
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ynnorris Bonitooooo
âł username1 PAUSE
âł username2 SHES AS MESSY AS HIM
âł francolapinto My heart just stopped đ
âł username3 GET A ROOM
âł landonorris I think both of you should get different jobs
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
[the prettiest interviewer wished me luck so i should do good]
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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ynnorris baku ! letâs have some fun đ
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username1 PRETTY GIRLLLL
username2 sheâs wearing blue for williams i donât make the rules
f1 â¤ď¸
alexandrasaintmleux prettiest â¤ď¸âđĽ
username3 FRANCO COLAPOINTS COME ON
username4 she has the coolest job ever
olliebearman đđ
username5 notice that lando didnât like this she fr blocked him đ
username6 ready to watch franco rizz her left and right again
username7 FRANCO YOU BETTER SCORE POINTS
username8 drop the haircare routine queen
francolapinto đđđđ
francolapinto La mas bonita
francolapinto This is my new lockscreen
âł username1 FRANCOOOO
âł username2 HES SHAMELESS
âł ynnorris đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°
carlossainz55 I showed this comment section to Lando
âł ynnorris and now youâre blocked too!
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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francolapinto What a day in Azerbaijan! Huge thanks to the entire team for their incredible work and strategy. This is just the beginning - we're coming for more! đŞ
P.S. Special thanks to @/ynnorris for the motivation đ and @/landonorris for the... err... brotherly encouragement? đ
Turns out scoring points is easier than navigating Norris family dynamics
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username1 FRANCO COLAPOINTSSSS
username2 ICONIC
username3 NOT THE NORRIS SHOUTOUT
williamsracing Great day đđ
username4 NOW HIM AND YN NEED TO GO ON A DATE
alex_albon Letâs gooo đŞ
username5 YN NORRIS AND FRANCO COLAPINTO WORLD DOMINATION IDC
username6 if they donât go on a date istg
username7 THE MAN THAT YOU ARE
username8 franco colapinto let me be your woman
landonorris Youâre still on my watch kid
âł username1 HEEELP
âł francolapinto đŠđŠ
ynnorris sooo when are we going on that date?
âł username1 OMFGGGG YES YES
âł username2 WE CHEERED
âł francolapinto Iâll pick you up tomorrow bonita
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
ynnorris has added to their stories
francolapinto has added to their stories
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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ynnorris heâs a cutieeee what can i say đ¤
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username1 AHHHHH
username2 IT COUPLE ALREADY
username3 lando is not going to like this đ
lilymhe đ¤đ¤
username4 IT HAPPENED
username5 franco is proof that with rizz and a dream you can get anyone
georgerussell63 đ
username6 THIS MENACES TOGETHER IS THE BEST THING EVER
username7 SOMEONE CHECK ON LANDO
carlossainz55 Lando kindly asks that you unblock him
âł username1 HEEEELPđ
âł username2 DONT UNBLOCK HIM YN
âł ynnorris NEVER
francolapinto Mi bonita đđđ
âł username1 thatâs his nickname for her đĽş
âł username2 LOVE THEM
âł ynnorris đ
#franco colapinto#franco colapinto x reader#franco colapinto x you#franco colapinto fanfic#franco colapinto fanfiction#franco colapinto fluff#franco colapinto smau#franco colapinto fic#f1#formula 1#formula one#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 fanfic#f1 social media au#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 x you#harrysfolklore#1k#2k
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All those guys who are super focused on looking like a âchadâ because they want pussy, have absolutely no idea what numbers emo twinks can get
#emma posts#girls. and more. will see a toothpick of a man who looks like he doesnât see the sun and his hair is part of why he canât see it#and will go đ#I know this from personal experience looking at emo guys#not the only people I find attractive but they have long been my weakness#emo girls can do this too sometimes#Iâm not even primarily emo. Iâm mostly goth. but the emo boys have something right#is this because I became a teenager in like 2010 or is this a widespread thing#this is a joke post#do not take it too seriously#but Iâm not lying about the emo guys thing đ#more guys need long dark hair. i donât care if a bunch of them already do. we need even more#you donât have to be super pale either. just emo with that long dark hair#they also really underestimate how far being funny and having shared interests can get you
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donât smile | franco colapinto
pairing: engineer!reader x franco colapinto
summary: after franco signs with williams to finish the 2024 season, your relationship takes a punch
fc: different girls from pinterest
a/n: as you can tell, i just love a good star-cross lovers trope
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francolapinto iâve had the happiest two years next to you amor, happy anniversary â¤ď¸
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username theyâre the true williams it couple
username crying screaming not jealous at all
username if you look closely you can see me crying in the corner
username theyâre so lovely together đ
yourusername i love you! â¤ď¸
francolapinto i love you more, iâm the happiest man ever â¤ď¸
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Having dug out the Unfinished Tales to reference a conversation Tolkien wrote between Gandalf and Pippin (but didnât publish) I thought Iâd share it. Gandalf is talking to Pippin about the history of Thorinâs company, hobbits and why he chose Bilbo.
This is evidence for the grand statement I just made about how Bilbo was intended to be a catalyst that changed his society, and that hobbit society was indeed significantly different after his journey, with large social changes occurring between The Hobbit and Fellowship. But itâs also a very funny passage to me so here it is:
âAnd then there was the Shire-folk. I began to have a warm place in my heart for them in the Long Winter, which none of you can remember.
They were very hard put to it then: one of the worst pinches they have been in, dying of cold, and starving in the dreadful dearth that followed. But that was the time to see their courage, and their pity one for another. It was by their pity as much as by their tough uncomplaining courage that they survived. I wanted them still to survive.
(đđđđ. Also the theme of having pity for each other is what redeems both Bilbo and Frodo re: Gollum.)
But I saw that the Westlands were in for another very bad time again, sooner or later, though of quite a different sort: pitiless war.
(This is possibly one reason why this passage didnât make it to publication - Gandalf shouldnât have had this much foreknowledge of the upcoming war of the ring.)
To come through that I thought they would need something more than they now had. It is not easy to say what. Well, they would want to know a bit more, understand a bit clearer what it was all about, and where they stood.
(Itâs also explaining that Bilboâs role in Thorinâs company was predetermined both by a more omnipotent Gandalf and by Fate; that Gandalf selected Bilbo to be a social catalyst, to return and provoke hobbit society into a more adaptable, resilient state; therefore increasing their chances of surviving.)
They had begun to forget: forget their own beginnings and legends, forget what little they had known about the greatness of the world. It was not yet gone, but it was getting buried: the memory of the high and the perilous. But you cannot teach that sort of thing to a whole people quickly. There was not time.
(Thus Bilbo was supposed to be changed, and return changed by his journey, to teach his people.)
And anyway you must begin at some point, with some one person. I dare say he was âchosenâ and I was only chosen to choose him; but I picked out Bilbo.â
âNow that is just what I want to know,â said Peregrin. âWhy did you do that?â
âHow would you select any one Hobbit for such a purpose?â said Gandalf. âI had not time to sort them all out;
(He is SO funny)
but I knew the Shire very well by that time, although when I met Thorin I had been away for more than twenty years on less pleasant business. So naturally thinking over the Hobbits that I knew, I said to myself: âI want a dash of the Tookâ (but not too much, Master Peregrin)
(This is brilliant we are always BODYING pippin constantly. NOT TOO MUCH TOOK đ. We were ROBBED not having this in canon )
âand I want a good foundation of the stolider sort, a Baggins perhaps.â That pointed at once to Bilbo.
(Eugenics! Observing them like laboratory mouse lines! Call him a Charles River BILB/o the way youâre genotyping these poor little bastards for your purposes)
And I had known him once very well, almost up to his coming of age, better than he knew me.
(??? Hiding in the bushes spying or�)
I liked him then. And now I found that he was âunattachedâ â to jump on again, for of course I did not know all this until I went back to the Shire. I learned that he had never married. I thought that odd, though I guessed why it was; and the reason that I guessed was not the one that most of the Hobbits gave me: that he had early been left very well off and his own master.
(Was it cos heâs gay as fuck, Gandalf)
No, I guessed that he wanted to remain âunattachedâ for some reason deep down which he did not understand himself â or would not acknowledge, for it alarmed him.
(I 100% now and for always love a narrator in a constant state of Just Fucking Lies To Everyone All The Time, Giving Us Nothing, Acknowledging Nothing Including Himself. NOPE NOT PROCESSING ANYTHING TODAY THANKS. WEâRE CLOSED. COME BACK TOMORROW. just A Massive Liar about everything and for what!!! Bilbo Baggins my beloved you were born wrong.)
He wanted, all the same, to be free to go when the chance came, or he had made up his courage. I remembered how he used to pester me with questions when he was a youngster about the Hobbits that had occasionally âgone off â, as they said in the Shire. There were at least two of his uncles on the Took side that had done so.â
You can see why I love this! And I can see why Tolkien didnât include it, too. Still very fun passage and near enough to canon to be used if you ever want to.
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New Girl || GR63
â summary: george has got himself a new partner and fans are obsessed but canât seem to find her on social media
â pairing: george russell x nonfamous!reader
â fc & warnings: none
â requested: yes!! thank you for taking the time to request đ¤
â part 2 here
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f1gossip: looks like george russell has been getting cozy with his new partner over summer break! hereâs what we know so far about gr63âs new girl: 1) her name is y/n, 2) sheâs not famous (that we can verify), and 3) she has no social media. if any of you have any information, let us know!
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user1: so it IS possible to be a wag and not be a famous model. there is hope đŤ
user2: when is it my turn ?!!?!?!!!
user3: how is it possible she has no socials
user4: i went through all of georgeâs followers and canât find a single one that looks like her
user5: i have dug through every pocket of the internet and canât find her either
user3: honestly if we canât find her then she def isnât on here bc yâall are like the fbi
user6: oh to be a normal girl AND be george russellâs partner
user8: sheâs living my dream
user9: if she goes to zandvoort one of yâall BEST ask her some questions
user10: or at least get some photos đ
user11: iâm like 90% sure she went to uni with my brother - he says he recognizes her from one of his classes. so she MAY have gone to [insert university]
user9: obsessed with these CRUMBS
user10: y/n if you see this we accept u with open arms
user12: maybe just maybe george will hard launch over break so we can get more crumbs
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alex_albon: georgie mate when am i going to meet this girl???
georgerussell63: she might be at zandvoort! weâre taking things a bit slow
alex_albon: says the man who has paparazzi photos of him and his girl sucking face
georgerussell63: alright alright fair point. y/n is just really shy and i donât want to overwhelm her. maybe we do something low key together during break ?
alex_albon: i get it mate donât worry!
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georgerussell63: đ¤
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georgerussell63: my girl âđť
danielricciardo: thank you captain obvious đ§Ą
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user2: GEORGE AND Y/N SPOTTED??????
user3: this is the first time anyone has posted georgey/n that is NOT a gossip account ,, this is a huge day for annoying ppl (me)
georgerussell63: it was so good to see you both!
lilymhe: likewise! y/n is so sweet. you should keep her
georgerussell63: trust me, i plan on it
user4: thanks for feeding us georgey/n crumbs
user5: lily imma need you to spill the beans! i wonât tell a soul i promise
user5: ok i lied i definitely will tell people
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user9: the hard launch weâve all been waiting for
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georgerussell63: perhaps đ
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georgerussell63: only if you promise to be normal mate
landonorris: when am i not?
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user12: quick drop her @
user14: wow george i thought we had something special!
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georgerussell63: if only summer break lasted forever. off to the races we go! see you all in Zandvoort đŞđť
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user12: SHES MADE IT TO AN INSTA POST
user8: still no tags tho she must really not be on socials
user9: and honestly,, good for her
user12: i wonder what itâs like to not be chronically online
user13: omg y/n!!!!!
mercedesamgf1: looking forward to seeing you back out on the track!
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user33: summer break george you will always be famous
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georgerussell63: wow iâm flattered
lilymhe: NOT talking about you
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f1gossip: y/n attended her first grand prix! here are some photos of her from the weekend and an anonymous update from a fan who was at the gp: ây/n was one of the sweetest wags iâve ever met. she was very shy and unsure of the all the attention but throughout all of the interactions with fans she was super kind and attentive in ways she definitely didnât have to be. a few of us asked her some questions and this is what we got: sheâs from [insert home country] which you can tell immediately by her accent, she doesnât have any social media and her and george met while she was on vacation in barcelona ahead of the gp in spain.â
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user65: iâm so jealous of her,, she literally cracked the code
user99: i met her in zandvoort! she was so shy but literally so kind it was ridiculous. she told me she liked my george friendship bracelet so i gave it to her and you can see it in the first pic. she then proceeded to give me a bracelet she made đ
user89: omg obsessed with her already
user77: wait this is so sweet?
user75: god i see what you have done for others
user47: brb booking tickets to monza and gonna walk around looking confused till i find myself a hot f1 boyfriend
user66: genuinely begging someone to get the story of how they met
georgerussell63: we were at a cafe in barcelona, i was in a rush and talking on the phone while grabbing a cup of tea (mistake) and i turned too quickly on my way out and ran directly into y/n making a complete and utter mess. she apologized to me for like 2 minutes straight even though i was the one who messed up and ruined her dress so i told her id buy her a new one after i realized i was talking to the prettiest girl iâd ever seen and the rest was history
user66: GEORORGE WHAT ARE YOU SOING HERE
user57: ohhhhhhh my god this is so cute
yourbff: can confirm it was really cute đĽš
user34: the meet cute to end all meet cutes wtf
user23: i also met her at zandvoort and i asked her how it felt to be living every tumblr blogs dream life and she laughed and said she knows sheâs super lucky and won the lottery with meeting george đŤ
user43: ok we stan tf out of her
user96: mother behavior
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user1: two pretty best friends
user2: now weâre talkin , this is the sorta content we needed
user3: oh my god!!! itâs y/n!!!!! hi y/n đđť
user6: quick someone convince her to make an account
yourbff: iâm working on it đŤ
georgerussell63: i đ¤ barcelona too
yourbff: aww george 𼚠-y/n
user89: HELP SHES LIKE TOTO YSING SOMEONE ELSES WCCOUNT
user14: iâm obsessed with this
user39: hi y/n!! welcome to the wonderful world of being a mercedes fan đŤŁ
user40: everyone say thank you yourbff for the y/n post!
user98: thank you đ¤
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user76: making sure we are fed fr
user45: đgo to barcelona to find hot bf
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ŕźâ§âËđŻď¸âŕźâ§âË. "the craving"ŕźâ§âËđ¤âŕźâ§âË. PART 1
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pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader
words: 6300
summary: after a long day of scouting together, your betrothed Jacaerys and you are forced to seek shelter at an inn when a storm is raging outside. The only "problem"; there is only one, tiny bed for the two of you.
warnings: sexual tension, they're both virgins, but the Targaryen ancestors wrote a kamasutra for future generations and Jace has read it ;) , only one bed trope, cuddling/spooning, sexual content (making out, vaginal fingering, a little bit of dirty talk from Jace), aftercare
a/n: I had a lot of fun writing this story and it's my longest one for Jace so far, hope you like it! <3Â I also have some ideas for a potential part 2 đ....
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It was a rare occurrence for you, being chosen by the Queen to scout for the day, patrolling the sky and the lands underneath it from a safe distance.Â
You were a princess of Dragonstone, but you were also a dragonrider, even if you were still young and an honor like this filled you with undeniable pride.
It was an even rarer occurrence that she allowed Jacaerys to join you.
Your recent betrothal to the prince had been a blessing, making your strong bond of friendship weave itself only tighter, but it also had brought up feelings you'd thought you simply could've brushed aside before.
Jace had gotten more...protective of you, more tender and you could not help but feel yourself being drawn to him too, longing for the mornings spent together at breakfast after saying goodnight to each other on your doorstep the night before.
Of course, there were rules, things to do when courting and things to avoid, such as sharing a room before marriage and the things that could happen in said roomâŚ
But you were never the one to follow rules lightly and weren't you going to be married anyways? All you needed was a little push until you'd surrender your heart and your body to Jacaerys...
And somehow, you had a feeling you weren't alone with these forbidden desires.
Today had been mostly spent in the sky, flying together as if you had never done something else. You were a unit, always knowing where the other was and what they did and it seemed like your dragons were delighted as well by the recent development of your planned union.Â
You couldn't help but laugh with the wind when they playfully snapped at each other, both making little besotted growls from time to time, like Jace and you were interrupting a date.
Everything would've been alright if the storm hadn't moved into your direction.
It was getting darker and darker and both of you couldn't make your dragons move any faster, since they were young just as you and Jace were. Situations like this couldn't exactly be trained beforehand.
When the rain hit you, your mood dropped instantly.
"It's getting late!" You heard Jacaerys' familiar voice calling over to you through the wind and rain. "The weather isn't going to get any better and we are too far away from Dragonstone to make it back before midnight. We have to find a place to spend the night, it's no use."
You knew he could see the frustration on your face, worrying what your people back in the safety of Dragonstone's walls would think if the future of a more hopeful realm did not return as punctually as expected.
"She's going to be worried out of your mind for you." You called back, but the rain in front of you was blurring your vision and you kept pushing your hair out of your face.
Vermax let out a displeased growl as thunder rolled through the clouds. Jace squinted his eyes to make you out next to him, the storm getting stronger and stronger by the minute. "I'm not going to let us get struck by lightning! There's a merchant route right under us, if I remember it right. We land, now."
You reluctantly tugged the reigns of your dragon tighter around your fists and steered her down, following Jace and Vermax through the clouds as they descended. You couldn't argue with him, but a stop in an unknown region was risky. Even if you two were in the company of your dragons.
By the time you had landed in a clearing of the forest Jace had spotted from up above, your clothes were dripping wet on the ground.
Climbing down your dragon's back, you couldn't help but snort as Vermax immediately seeked shelter underneath the massive pine trees from the weather, his rider fondly shaking his head at his companion.Â
As you approached, Jace sighed and squinted up into the sky above you. "I know you dislike this, as I do. But I'm not taking a risk. It's better to wait the night instead of getting attacked in a thunderstorm, don't you agree?"
"YesâŚ" You looked at him, still a little conflicted. "But we can only hope our people at Dragonstone agree with you as well."
Jace smiled at you, raising both his hands in defense. Like this, eyes bright and wet hair curling around his already beautiful face, he was a vision, making you permanently weak in the knees. "They will agree, because I am protecting the princess, my betrothed, as you are protecting yours."
Yours.
You involuntarily shuddered, the promise of being married to him one day never tiring of sending lightning through you.
While you understood the Queen's choice to wait with marrying you because of the war, you were growing tired of being denied what you craved so badly; not the ring on your finger - a beautiful thing you knew Jace had already commissioned to being forged, one of Vermax' scales sitting in its silver center - but the boy you were dreaming about at night, visiting you in the quietness of Dragonstone, sliding underneath your warm covers to-
"Everything alright?" Jace had stepped to your side, one hand on your shoulder.Â
You nodded, swallowing thickly. "We should stop and rest at the first place we can find."
The traveler's road was empty and no one noticed the two of you stepping out of the forest and making your way over to the first building you saw, a small inn with its windows alight from the inside.
You shivered at the thought of a warm fire and wrinkled your nose at your clammy leathers. On top of it, your belly growled and Jacaerys and you shared a look.
A little smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Don't worry, I'll find you something to eat even if I have to hunt it myself tonight."
You blushed, his words always managing to touch something deep within you.
Jace and you entered the inn, immediately enveloped by its delicious warmth and sociability. As Prince and Princess, you were not used to a civility like this and for a moment, you wondered what it'd be like to live like this, leading a simple life with Jace where no one would know you and you could do whatever you pleased. What a dangerous thought this was...
Just before you and him reached the small reception counter of the inn, Jace placed one of his gloved hands on your lower back, a secure and telling gesture that made your skin underneath the riding leathers burn pleasantly.
"Good evening." He spoke confidently. "My wife and I are looking for a place to stay for the night. The storm has caught us off guard on the road."
The innkeeper looked at you and although you knew he didn't want to hear it, you silently said a prayer of gratitude for Jace's beautiful dark hair and eyes. If he'd have silver hair, all could be lost, depending on the opinion of the inn's staff on this ongoing war.
You tugged your cloak tighter around you, hiding the riding leathers on your body, and looked back calmly. You forced your bottom lip to wobble as if you only now remembered the cold haunting your bones. How fast could you make your way back to the forest and your dragons before the whole house was up on their feet for two Targaryens in its midst?
"It caught us off guard alright as well, good sir." The innkeeper said goodnaturedly after a moment and you sighed on the inside. "The taproom is bursting at the seams tonight. I can only offer a single room, but I'm sure it's no problem for two young lovebirds like you. Dinner will be served for you, too, if you require it."
Jace swallowed thickly, not meeting your gaze at the prospect of a tiny room for the two of you.Â
So far, your betrothal had consisted of courting each other quietly and sweetly, the long promised wedding pushed back again and again, much to your frustration. To share a room with Jace before you were married - it sent a shiver down your spine and you couldn't say it was a bad one.
"We require it. And thank you for the room. We will pay in advance, of course." Jace produced a small sack of coins from his cloak and you stepped aside and peeked into the full taproom, trying to calm your racing heart.
When he was done, Jacaerys stepped up to you and smiled encouragingly, although you could see through him instantly and saw the same nervousness possessing you. This was no place for you two and yet here you were.
"Dinner, my lady?" Jace asked under his breath and with a snort, you let yourself be led into the taproom, carefully avoiding any curious eyes on you as you found a quiet corner in the far back where hopefully no one would disturb you or have questions.Â
Quickly, two plates with bread, cheese and tomatoes were brought to your table and Jacaerys and you began to eat, tense in your wariness for your surroundings but comfortable in each other's presence.Â
He politely declined the waitress's offer of beer, but made her bring you a pitcher of clear water, the day spent underneath the sun having dried out your bodies like nothing else.
After a while - you were still munching on your bread and Jace looked about to be finished - he took a few of his tomatoes and placed them on your plate, a silent encouragement.
"Thank you." You said quietly and ate them too while he kept watch, over you and the room behind you. But in all the hustle going on in there, no one had time or interest for a young couple on the road and soon, your plates were empty and you retreated upstairs and down the narrow corridor.
The last door was yours.
Your eyes widened shortly as you took in your room for the night. There was a window where rain splattered against the glass, a small table with a chair and a bed, although it could barely be called that if you thought of your enormous bed at Dragonstone.
Beside you, you could feel Jace pausing as he locked the door, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the tiny bed in the corner of the room. If only one of you could fit, it'd be a miracle and the floor was in no condition to be slept on.
You took off your cloak and threw it over the chair, opening your mouth to speak just as Jace did.
"I'm taking the floor." He declared and you wanted to roll your eyes and also kiss him for his selflessness.
"You will not sleep on this floor, Jace." You argued and as you wrung out your damp hair, the last droplets of water fell onto the boards, blooming in the dust covering them.Â
Jace stayed silent for a moment, wrapping a cloth from within his cloak around the doorknob and tying a tight knot, so you wouldn't be disturbed by any unpleasant visitors tonight.
"Please don't be ridiculous now." You tried again, softer this time. "You had a long flight today, too. We slept side by side when we were kids sometimes, remember? We'd fall asleep in the gardens of King's Landing while we watched the clouds, dreaming of riding our dragons someday."
"But we are not kids anymore." Jacaerys said quietly.
No, you weren't.Â
And as you looked at him, reaching behind himself to unclasp his cloak, his dark curls still framing his serious face, you knew there was not an ounce of childlike innocence in you when it came to him.
"And I-" He interrupted himself as his cloak joined yours on the chair and you did not step back, only shuffling closer to rest your hand on his nape.Â
What had gotten into you? This boldness, it was dangerous and misplaced and- very much exciting.
Jace slowly looked at you, his dark eyes like burning embers, bringing the heat to your cheek you so desperately needed.
"I'm afraid I cannot control myself around you, princess." He confessed hoarsely and for a moment you thought the wooden floor underneath you had turned into water and you were trying to dance on top of it, unsteady.
You exhaled shakingly, tongue tied in your shock at his confession, but a burning heat swirling pleased in your stomach.Â
After a moment, he forced himself to tear himself away from you and cleared his throat. "I mean this in the most chivalrous manner, but I think we should take off our leathers if we don't want to be sick in two days."
You agreed and the two of you turned away from each other, the spell broken.
You faced the wall by the bed as you reached behind yourself, your fingers fumbling with the laces of your uniform. Whoever had invented dragonrider clothes had not intended them to be taken off without the help of half a dozen maids.
Your movements were clumsy and unpracticed, used to getting attended to by your maids for these kinds of things, preferably followed by a hot bath after a long flight.
But now, you were helpless and frustration grew quickly in you until you tilted your head back and let out a tired sigh.
"Jace?" You spoke over your shoulder and heard shuffling.Â
"Yes?"Â
"I...I can't take them off myself." You admitted, risking a look behind you to see his leather uniform draped over the table, only thin linen pants and a matching top remaining on him. You had never seen him like this, never could've imagined what was laying underneath his princely attires. He looked...innocent, like a boy with big eyes as he watched you. Biting your lip, you added: "Could you help me, at least with my laces?"
"Of course." He breathed and stepped closer as you turned around again, holding yourself completely still as you felt his warmth radiating against your back.
Suddenly, his hand was in your hair, brushing in awe over the wavy strands. "Can IâŚ"
"Yes." You breathed, your nerves fluttering. "Please."
You shuddered as he carefully brushed your hair over your shoulder, exposing your tightly laced back to him.
Then, with surprisingly skillful fingers, he began to swiftly unlace you, his hands dancing over your spine and making their way down your back.
You were sure neither of you was breathing, your mind growing a bit foggy as you let him attend you like this, the task of a maid replaced by the care of your betrothed.
"All done." He whispered after a while and you were snapped out of your dreamy thoughts. You could already breathe more lightly as the riding leather dangled down on your sides, the front only held up now by your hands on your chest.
"Thank you." You whispered back. What would happen if you turned around now and faced him? Were you too far gone already or would you be able to remember yourself before it was too late?
"I'll light some candles and I...I won't look." Jace said flustered and turned away again, giving you as much privacy as he could as he busied himself with the unlit candles by the table.
Quickly, you slid out of the rest of your uniform until only the thin dress you wore underneath remained. With only these undergarments on you, you almost tripped as you slipped under the covers of the bed and pulled them all up to your chin.
The cold rushed back into you tenfold and you pressed your lips together to keep your teeth from clattering.Â
Silently, you watched as Jace lit the last candle and checked the doorknob for one last time to make sure you were safe for the night.
When there was nothing to be done about the state of the room anymore, he met your gaze and asked one more time: "Are you sure?"
I'm afraid I cannot control myself around youâŚ
You nodded, shuffling to the wall as far as you could. There was barely space left for another person, even like this. "Yes. We both need rest."
It seemed like your shivering only intensified as you felt his weight dip on the mattress, joining you as carefully as he could without bumping his knee into your side.
When he was settled, on his slim back while you laid on your side, facing away from him to hide your burning face, he drew the blanket over the two of you, trapping you in for a tight fit and combined warmth, hopefully.
The silence in the room was thick, loaded by something you could not name yet.Â
"Try to sleep." Jace whispered to you in the darkness. "Tomorrow, at sunrise, we'll take flight."
You tried your best, you really did.Â
But there was no use, not when he was laying so close to you. You were too aware of him, too overstimulated by the mere thought of his body so close to yours, his body heat radiating off of him while you still missed your own.
You were sure the whole mattress was shaking with your quivering, your lips blue and limbs clammy from the cold that had soaked into you on dragonback. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prayed for a slumber that wouldn't come.Â
Jacaerys couldn't bear it anymore.
Seeing you, feeling you shiver so pitifully, he had to put an end to it. It was what a good husband would do.
"PrincessâŚ" He whispered into the darkness and you tensed. "You're freezing. If you'd let me...I want to help."
"Help?" You echoed, looking over your shoulder. Like this, you could only make out his eyes in the dark, his silhouette tempting and comforting at once.
Jace swallowed thickly, shuffling until he laid on his side and could support his head with his hand. "If we'd be...closer, I could warm you."
Your heart skipped a beat at his suggestion, his boldness surprising both you and himself. As scandalous as it was, you already felt yourself drawn to him, your cold bones screaming yes, yes, yes.
"If I won't inconvenience you." You murmured shyly. "I'm shaking like a leaf."
"I'll do my best to change that." Jace promised dutifully, darkly, and shuffled even closer.
Now, you were sure your heart was going to give out.Â
Underneath the blanket you shared, Jace pulled you to him, his arm sneaking around your waist as your back met his chest.
You sighed, a small sound of relief as the warmth of him enveloped you and you could feel it also leaving his chest, as if you were two pieces melting together into one.
It was a lover's embrace, there was no doubt about it, but the line between you had already been blurred tonight, ever since he had called you his wife downstairs.
It should've surprised you more, how well your bodies fitted together, how natural the curve of your spine found its place against his lean torso. With his arm securely around you, making sure you'd stay connected, you were not sure if you could not breathe anymore or were finally able to.
"Is this good?" He asked you quietly after some time, your heads now sharing a pillow, a space, an embrace.
No. You needed more.
"Yeah...you are really warm." You breathed out and he chuckled and gods, you could feel the sound against you and thought nothing about this was real, not the inn, not tonight, certainly not him.
You shifted in his embrace, trying to get a little more comfortable when he suddenly let out a low hiss, your bum brushing against-
Oh.
Oh.
You wanted to combust.
You wanted to turn around and kiss him stupid. You wanted to do everything and yet, you were frozen in place, hotness rushing through you at the thought that your prince had gotten aroused while he laid with you like this.
"'m sorryâŚ" He whispered near your ear and in front of your inner eye, you saw his eyes closing in defeat, having given in so quickly to his carnal desires.
You were about to be a very bad betrothed.
Innocently, you moved back against him and he choked on his breath, his mouth now hovering over your nape, the damp hair you wished to be out of your way now to feel him better.
Your hand rested on his forearm around you and you traveled your fingertips upwards, brushing over his knuckles until you could entwine your fingers, squeezing him reassuringly.
"Princess...we can't." You wanted to chuckle at his unconvinced tone, an unfamiliar strain to his voice like he was trying his best and most to hold himself back from giving in to you.
"We can." You whispered back, kissing his hand in yours and hearing him sigh behind you. "I want you so badly, I feel like I'm dying."
It was too much, to hear those same words he only dared to think in his mind, it shattered the last bit of self control Jacaerys could muster up. He had been aroused ever since he helped you undress, the dreams that usually had him waking up in a sweat in his chambers at Dragonstone now coming true right in front of him.
"Please, Jace." You added with a sigh, pushing back against him. "Give in, please."
He surged forward, his lips making contact with your neck and setting you aflame.
You let out a low moan, the sight of the wall disappearing in front of you as you closed your eyes blissfully, focused only on the feel of Jacaerys lapping at your neck.
It was like he tasted something exquisite and unique, taking his time as he brushed your hair aside, his other hand delicately holding your jaw as he suckled the sensitive spot underneath your ear, making you twitch back in surprise against the outline of his hard cock.
He stifled a groan, something final snapping in him and he turned your head, his finger swiping over your chin and cheek as you both stared at each other, pupils gone wide and dark with desire.
"May I kiss you?" He asked huskily and you nodded quickly, your hand finding its way into his curls, tugging him closer until his hot breath grazed your bottom lip.
"Yes." You let out breathlessly. "Kiss me, please, I-"
He closed the distance between you, engulfing your mouth in a hot, desperate kiss, both of your lust and longing for each other too grand to think clearly anymore.
Still gently holding your jaw and you in his arms, he kissed you passionately, his lips moving slow and relishing against yours. You sighed happily against him, your fingers tightening their hold on his curls and making him groan, his free hand spreading itself out on your stomach.
Heat sloshed through you as your tongues danced, the kiss so much more than what you'd ever could've dreamed of. You never wanted to stop again.
His embrace was possessive, with not much room for you to do anything else but give yourself over to him, caged between the wall and his lean body.
You wanted to drown in his kisses, never to be seen again.
When the air in your lungs got thinner, making you lightheaded, the two of you pulled apart, panting and staring at each other with kiss-bruised lips.
Your hand fell over his own on your stomach, the fabric of your undergarment dress worthy to you of being burned in the heat of the moment.
"Can I touch you?" Jace gasped into your ear, almost a plea.
You nodded frantically, but he shook his head, his curls brushing against your cheek. "I need to hear it from you, love."
Gods, you were truly going to die by his tender hands.
"YesâŚ" You hissed, your mind already drunk on him. "I want you to touch me, Jace, I need it so badly."
You ground your bum back against him and Jace released a moan, the sound going right into your core, where wetness was pooling between your thighs and making a mess of you.
He peppered kisses on your cheek and jaw, relishing the way your back arched against him as his hand dove underneath the blanket and fumbled with the seams of your gown, tugging up the fabric as he went.
His hand slid over your naked leg, the skin still a little cold and covered in goosebumps he hoped were his doing. Up and up he went and you were panting by now, mind and body controlled by arousal for him, just for him.
Resting a gentle hand on your inner thigh, he spread your legs open, just a little, and kissed you once again, so he could feel the exact moment you'd-
"Ah-" You gasped in his mouth as his fingertips touched your clit and it shouldn't have been enough, you wanted so much more, but you already felt like you were able to find release from just this.
"Gods, you're driving me insane." He groaned, burying his face in your neck and suckling on it as he slowly began to rub circles onto you, his hand dipping down further to gather more of your wetness on his fingers.Â
You shuddered at the sensation of his hand between your legs and then you keened as he obscenely spread your own juices over your clit, swirling his finger over the aching bundle of nerves.
"FuckâŚ" You whispered, your mouth falling open as he started a careful rhythm, letting you adjust to the sensation of having your clit pampered like this, easy circles and slight rubs.
Laying on your side only seemed to heighten your senses.
Your quivering legs tangled, bodies firmly pressed together, his hands around you like vines protecting a precious secret. You did not know anymore if you were tense or melting as he played with you, experimenting with the direction his fingers could go, gently tapping against your sensitive flesh which made you see stars...
And of course, your thighs - becoming sticky with your own juices, his finger being joined by another one and carefully massaging your most intimate part. With every round they went on you, your grasp on control slipped a little more and soon, you were a writhing mess, bucking your hips against Jace's hand as he continued to kiss your neck and relished the delicious little sounds you made because of him.
"You're so wet." He murmured, in awe of you and your body and you moaned, slumping against his back as he gently plucked on your clit, shiver after shiver running through you and ruining you. "I only dreamed of you like this, princess. You are a sight to behold."
You wanted to say something, anything, but it seemed like your brain had melted, mewling as he cupped your whole core and slowly shook his hand, the friction intensifying only more as vibrations were sent through your pussy.
"Where did you learn all this?" You asked breathlessly and he chuckled, blushing and nuzzling your sweaty neck lovingly as he dipped his fingers lower, almost where you needed him the most.
"The library at Dragonstone can be very...educational. On many different topics." He murmured melodically and you were still, awaiting, as he pushed your undergarments up more, his hand drifting up over your stomach and towards your chest. "Some of the books our ancestors kept there are very...interesting to read. Diaries of fiery encounters and instructions on love making. I had to resist taking notes when I read some of those passages, on how to please women when I could only picture you in my head."
A guttural, broken moan left you when he mouthed at your neck, licking over your exposed throat.
It distracted you just enough that he nearly sent you into an early release as his wet, glistening thumb circled around one of your rosy buds before he raised the same finger to his lips and had a taste.
You both groaned in union, your thighs squeezing together as you stared at him, his own eyes closed in bliss at the taste of you. Just as he had imaginedâŚlike honeydew.
He slid his hand underneath your neck so you could rest your head on his strong arm, the same hand coming down to cup one of your aching tits. Like in everything else; you were perfect for each other here. His hand had just the right size for you.
You eagerly spread your legs again as his other hand snaked down your body again, both his and your remaining clothes drenched by sweat, the room smelling of sex.
"I'm dying to know how you feel around my fingers, princess." He confessed and you bit your lip, trying to fight the urge to cross your eyes as his fingers ghosted over your wet clit again; and losing. "Can I? Can I have you like this, my love?"
What a dirty tongue your betrothed hadâŚ
If your mind had been any clearer and not as fucked out, you would've asked him if he also learned that in his books, but that was a conversation for another day.
"Yes." You gasped instead, bucking once again against his hand over you, cupping your core and squeezing your clit between two of his digits, making you moan brokenly. "Please, Jace, I need you to fuck me, please, fuck me-"
You knew he couldn't, you both couldn't, at least this much of both your composures remained. But there were other ways to find release and apparently, your sweet betrothed was an expert at executing them.
He raised himself a little, peeking over your shoulder so he could look at your heated face, rosy cheek and wet, parted lips just for him. Jace pulled you into a kiss, sweet and slow this time and you moaned right into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue.
Your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks and you were overwhelmed in the best possible way as Jace's finger slid through your juices once again before he entered you.
You could've sworn you heard his and your dragon roar triumphantly in the distance as he slid his finger into your drenched core, your moan loud enough to go beyond the walls of your room and raise questions - or brows at such distasteful actions behind closed doors. If they only knew.
He groaned at how tightly you squeezed his single digit, fantasizing how you'd feel around his cock. Jace twitched against your back and you held him only tighter, your hot walls eager to let him in.Â
You were so wet, it was a slippery little affair and as he let you adjust, his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your clit, his rhythm reflected in the way your core clenched up deliciously.
You locked eyes with him, half-lidded and ready to die a sweet death at his hands, begging him softly: "You can move. It's okay, you won't hurt me."Â
It was like you were playing your wedding night and he let out a shuddering breath, needing to stay in control before he threw it out of the window and deflowered you right here, in a bed and place that wasn't worthy of you. He'd never forgive himself if he would not make it special.
Slowly, he pushed forward and further into your heat, his finger quickly becoming wet and slippery and covered in you.
You let out a satisfied sigh, letting yourself be kissed as he oh so gently began to build up an easy rhythm, not brave enough yet to sink to the knuckle into you, but feeding your soaked cunt more and more of him, his mind alert to spot any discomfort in you and ready to stop and wait for you.
But you had wanted him for far too long to need any more caution from him.
And the sounds - gods, the sounds were driving you insane. You were so wet, your pussy was making slurping sounds at the intrusion of his finger and you bit your lip blissfully when he finally found his pace, light and easy on you, but no less hot and intense.
Only the rain splattering against the windows and your little moans and gasps could be heard as he fingered you gently, the pads of his finger dragging over your walls and trying to find the one tiny spot he had read about, enough to make a woman lose her mind and all final restraints if done right.
You were mewling, gripping his arm over your chest tightly and occasionally biting his skin softly to stop you from being too loud.Â
"You are so beautiful." He slurred against your temple, keeping his eyes only on you to capture every one of your reactions and keep it in his mind.
You moaned wantonly, maybe because of the praise or because his thumb dragged over your pulsing clit, he didn't know. But oh, how he wanted to find out.
For just a moment, he stilled his movements and you looked at him with wide eyes, your hips trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, but him not letting you.Â
Jace watched you closely, quickly kissing your quivering lips before his voice dropped low and he murmured: "Your cunt feels so good around my fingers, my love. You're squeezing me so tightly, Ăąuha jorrÄeliarzy, you are the most beautiful thing in the whole realm and all mine."
"Yours." You echoed and whimpered, solely because of his words.
He couldn't help but smile besottedly, storing the effect of his words on you away for another time and resuming to fingering you gently.Â
Soon, after you whispered you were ready for one more, two of his fingers were now softly pumping in and out of you and you knew you could not last much longer under his sweet tormention.
Your hips had begun to move on their own and he watched you with both fascination and love as you rode on his fingers, your eyes closed and your lovely mouth opened in the sweetest o-shape.Â
If he'd still now, he knew you'd continue to fuck yourself on him and god, how he wanted to see it, but there was still one ace up his sleeve and he couldn't wait any longer to try it.
He crooked both his fingers upwards and you tensed in his arms, moaning into his arm and losing yourself almost completely as he touched a part of you you didn't even know existed.
"Jacaerys, gods, I-" You whimpered as the pads of his fingers rubbed against that rough little spot in you, your hips twitching uncontrollably.
"Let go for me, princess." He encouraged you, kissing your cheek and nuzzling his face against yours sweetly. "I can feel you dripping around me, your perfect cunt weeping for meâŚ"
You were floating, only held back by Jacaerys' arms around you, playing your body like a delicate instrument as one hand played with your tit while the other still rubbed against your sweet spot, eager to bring you to release.
His thumb came back onto your clit and your hips arched, pressing yourself forward against his sticky hand as he rubbed delicious circles on you.
"Come for me, my love, I need to see, need to feel you." He coaxed you further, smiling against your neck and adding in a whisper: "Let go for me, my sweet wife."
That was it.
You exploded, coming hard around his fingers, whimpering pitifully as tears of pleasure and overwhelm escaped your eyes.Â
You rode your high, your hips helplessly bucking against Jacaerys as he kissed your tears away, softly talking you through it and soothing you down with gentle hands from a peak you had no idea how to recover fromâŚ
Jace watched you closely, fascinated and so, so in love, as he slowly slipped his fingers out of you, an obscene string connecting them to your wetness he could not see.
To make sure you would not feel too empty, his hand cupped your mound, keeping you warm and secure as little aftershocks ran through you and you were panting and peppering little kisses on his arm, clinging to him with all your might.
"You were so goodâŚ" Jace whispered lovingly, kissing whatever he could reach of you, his body keeping you warm and sated in the aftermath of both your actions. "So, so beautifulâŚ"
You hummed, tired and thoroughly happy as you slowly calmed down, relishing the feeling of his warm hand still on you, carefully avoiding your spent parts so you wouldn't feel overstimulated.
Exhaustion clung to your bones, a mixture of the long day on dragonback and the oblivion of good sex, but you still felt Jacaerys hard against your back. He had not yet found his release and you were eager to give it to him.
You tried to turn around, to reach down between you and touch him, but he was not having it.
"Sh sh, this was only about you, my love." He shushed you, his strong arms efficiently stopping you from wriggling against him. He soothed his hands over your sides and kissed your temple. "When I take you to bed properly, it will be at Dragonstone where I can take care of you as a loving husband should."
You shivered at the promise, without any coldness left in your veins.
He smiled against your cheek, his fingers lightly drawing circles onto your hip bone as he leaned closer and whispered into your ear: "And then, I'm going to take my time with you, princess, learning how you taste on my tongue...ravishing that sweet little cunt of yoursâŚ"
Your core deliciously clenched up at the thought, but you were also sleepy, your eyelids already betraying your intentions as they drooped. You snuggled yourself closer against Jacaerys, stifling a yawn.
"Don't worry, we'll have all the time in the worldâŚ" Jace lulled you closer to sleep, the sweet nothings he whispered to you being like a warm blanket draping itself over you.
"JacaerysâŚ" You mumbled, feeling your grasp on staying awake slip further as his hands ran softly over you, making your mind hazy and blank. "Thank you...I- I'm very warm nowâŚ"
He laughed quietly, his chest blooming with happiness as he felt your body slump against his.Â
Jace closed his own eyes, resting his chin on top of your head and holding you against him protectively. He was the luckiest prince of the realm tonight and forever if he only had you.
And you, his princess, were warm and sated and in the embrace of the one you belonged to.
And suddenly, as you drifted off into a long and peaceful slumber, flying back to Dragonstone in the morning did not look so dreadful anymore...
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Max Verstappen x PR Manager!Reader
we play our fantasies out in real life ways, and no final fantasy, can we end these games, though?
6 months ago, F1 champion Max Verstappen traded in his status as "serious cat dad with road rage issues" for "Genius. Playboy. Millionaire. Philanthropist". Since then you've been fighting absolute demons as his PR manager to keep his reputation clean in the media. After you tell him you've had enough, he proposes a very interactive solution to your problem.
Content includes: Humour, crackfic, fluff, so much sexual tension, 18+ MDNI, smut, playboy!max, exasperated manager! reader, a very well rounded fic for once?! 4.7k WC
If someone asked you where itâd all gone downhill, youâd have to say it started because of that greedy paparrazi rat Henri - photographer at the MonacoDaily, otherwise known as every PR managerâs sleep paralysis demon. Because this particular paparazzo had a nasty knack for capturing celebrities just as they made the most atrocious decisions known to mankind. And he had an even nastier knack for threatening to sell said photos to the highest bidder. Truly, it was a dark day for any media team when they were forced to bargain with such a foul demon, whoâd be able to go toe to toe with the likes of Satan himself.
So when your phone dinged at 5am on a peaceful Sunday morning, only to reveal the 7th (7th!!) message this month from the very same greedy little rat, you threw it across the room. Only to then remember you devastatingly had not been born into a Dubai oil family and you needed this job to pay Monaco rent. The text turns out to be a photo of your aggravating client - Max Verstappen, F1 champion driver, loving father to two cats, and more recently, certified manwhoreTM. Heâs living upto your nickname for him, pictured in some nightclub with a half naked blonde sitting on his lap. Alright, alright, not as bad as you were expecting, you could even photoshop the girlâs hair colour to match his current girlfriendâs one maybe? Well, except the brunette woman glaring behind him is his current model girlfriend of the month. You hear a ding, another text from Henri - this time with just a đ and đ¸đ. You throw the phone back against wall.
Three hours later youâve cleaned up the PR nightmare and are banging on Maxâs apartment door. He blearily lets you in, shirtless and still looking half drunk, but you donât hesitate to yank him by his beltloops and drag him to the dining table (after quickly checking out that broad chest of his, though, cause goddamn. Youâre just a girl.)
Ow, ow, what the hell, Max groans as heâs shoved into a chair. Please. As if you could do any real damage in your 5 foot frame to the 6 foot driver. Slamming your hands on the table for some dramatic flourish (youâre never beating the theatre kid allegations) you give the Dutchman a piece of your mind, demanding to know what his problem is, does he know how many people youâve had to bribe this month to stop #SluttyMaxEra trending on twitter?? And yes, you know he broke up with Kelly 10 months ago but canât he just process this healthily and go to therapy instead of having a hoe phase and hooking up with every third woman in Monaco?
Max looks insulted at this slight to his honor. He retaliates by accusing you of buying into the patriarchy and slut shaming him (-Thatâs not how that works but pop off king, is your deadpan response), and telling you heâs very much over Kelly, okay, it was an amicable breakup (-Sure, Verstappen, thatâs why youâd only played Lana Del Ray for a whole month afterwards, huh?) and well, whatâs the issue, heâs a hot and rich guy in Monaco, itâs not his fault women just want him? Would it not be #misogynistic of him to deny women the opportunity to explore their sexuality?! He smirks, pleased with his defence.
You groan, slumping down on a chair and burying your face in your hands, muffling your groan of wholesome cat dad Max comeback whennn. Max rolls his eyes at your theatrics, asking if youâd finally lost the plot.
You try cleaning up the PR messes youâve been making, Max Emilian, you hiss furiously, remember Ibiza? Santorini? The goddamn yacht party over summer break when he got with the captain and her deputy?! (Even now, thinking of that leaking online gives you heartburn.)
Which yacht, Max says cockily, the one where he got with them one after another or at the same time?
Your jaw drops. You hadnât even known about the threesome, so you suppose you should be grateful that wasnât another mess to clean up. But a deeper, insecure part of you canât help but wonder why the only woman Max doesnât seem to want is you.
And sometimes you canât help but wonder what itâd be like to be one of his girls, under his strong body for once instead of on the other side of his hotel wall, having to drown out the very satisfied female moans and headboard bangs with noise cancelling headphones. Like always, you push that thought down quickly.
You, good sir, are for the streets, you announce, standing up and deciding it was time to leave before your delulu, jealous thoughts decided to resurface. Seriously, you mutter under your breath, you didnât care if his current side quest was to fuck 10 times a week, but could he at least stick to one person for a bit and not make more work for you-
Maxâs hand slams the front door back closed as you started to open it. You freeze, turning back to look at him smirking down at you. You hadnât expected him to follow you down the hallway and you gulp nervously for the safety of your job - you might have taken the roasting a bit too far.
Instead, you get a sly, Oh, so I can do whatever I want, wherever I want, just with one person?
At your awkward nod, because yes, that would significantly ease your workload, he continues, enjoying teasing his uptight, pretty manager - then were you gonna offer yourself up? After all, thereâs no PR messes to find out about if itâs you, right?
You blink at Max, completely stunned by the 180 this conversation has taken. Your expression is so adorable that he couldnât resist a youâre so cute when youâre acting all jealous, you couldâve just asked if you wanted him to fuck you, ya know?
That promptly reminds you youâre dealing with an an absolute manwhore. RIP celibacy era Max, youâll always be famous.
Um, absolutely fucking not, keep your STDs to yourself, you hiss, flushing head to toe, and furious at the desire in you to give into the devilish proposal. He encourages you to think about it, still smirking, relaxing his grip so you can mercifully flee far away from his intense gaze. Jesus, when did he learn to rizz a girl up like that?!
You donât take his proposal seriously at all, ignoring his cocky looks at you over meetings all week (also, heâd texted you his clean STD result to assure you he was a #SafeSexKing.) But that weekend, your refusal comes back to haunt you when youâre on a well deserved night out with your girlfriends and your PR manager senses start going off. You narrow your eyes as you spot Max in the dark corner of the nightclub, hands all over a mystery redhead. Sheâs not going to be a mystery much longer though - if youâd spotted them it was a matter of time before fanâs phones did and then youâd wake up to another goddamn text from your sleep paralysis demon, Henri.
You donât even have to think about it twice. Saying goodbye to your friends, youâre at Maxâs side at a very impressive speed given your 6 inch stilettos and tight sparkly minidress, and once again dragging him off by the beltloops and into an open bathroom.
He lets you yank him away, smirking when he sees you lock the door for good measure. Sweetheart, he greets. So good to see you. Finally realised you couldnât resist me?
You practically climb him like a tree while telling him to shut the fuck up and pay attention at media training day next time, because what kind of PR crisis did he have unfolding out there? And just this once youâll help him out, you say breathlessly in between deep kisses, but this isnât a regular thing -
Thereâs not much more talking from you because he has you moaning up against the wall next, fingers buried inside your tight little pussy as he talks you through an orgasm, and then another when he splits you in half on his cock. (Once again, manwhore, who carries a condom in their jean pockets?!)
Unfortunately for your self control but very fortunately for your sex life, it is not in fact, a âone time thingâ. Your trusty rose vibrator is glad for the break as youâd been taking your year long frustrations at your dry spell out on her. Especially when coming home after staying in hotels where youâd had to book out rooms neighbouring Maxâs, so no one else overheard the raunchy vocals of different women every night.
Like Max said, with you, there were no more illicit PR messes to find out about in the middle of the night. Youâd redirect him everytime he gave you bedroom eyes (At the pre race debrief. Post race debrief. Weekly team plan meeting. Over zoom calls? Seriously?) - gently taking his large hand and guiding him to a much more hidden, PR crisis-friendly area. To your surprise, Max actually sticks to his word and only hooks up with you - admittedly, multiple times a week (Not that youâre complaining. Turns out he was just as good in bed as he was on the track. Except this time he was definitely not finishing first...)
And for a while, everything is going well. There are no more weekly scandals scattered across trashy celeb magazines about Max. Your boss is gushing with praise, so impressed that youâve finally managed to talk some sense into Redbullâs problem child (ah, if only she knew, but she never would, because the goddamn CIA couldnât torture this info out of you) and best of all, you havenât gotten a text from papparazzi rat Henri in weeks!
So of course, Max Verstappen decides that things are getting just a little bit too quiet for his liking, you had to earn your generous PR manager salary, that he paid for, right? His new, numerous tactics to stir the pot had included:
Going to clubs with no private bathrooms so youâd had to sit on his lap in the VIP lounge as he pulled your panties to the side to slide into you, barely hidden under your flimsy dress. Youâd held back your moans and prayed the bass was too loud for anyone to hear
Sitting right next to you at every team dinner or business meeting so that he could sneak a large hand up your thigh and tease your pussy for fucking hours, often just as you were about to speak. And when youâre clenching the table so hard your fingers were white, heâs bending under the table to pick up a pen or something but instead left teasing licks and kisses on your aching core. You'd learnt very quickly not to wear a skirt.
Picking you up in his 2 seater Aston Martin instead of the much more appropriate discreet, spacious, 5 seater Audi he owned - so when he was too pent up after a bad practise session to wait till he got home, he'd get you to go down on him right there in the car, sometimes even as he drove, instead of parking in some hidden backstreet. It was so dirty, that he needed you so desperately that he didn't care about being caught by anyone peeking in through the half tinted windows. Because if they did look, theyâd find his head thrown back in pleasure as he moans, his fingers tangled in your curls as he moved your drooling, pink lips up and down his wide cock-
Anyways, you get the picture. And heâd escalated this all the way to the paddock, which was insane because there were always multiple cameras trained on the current F1 champion. Itâs the one place you two couldnât sneak off without a very high risk of being caught, as evidenced by the one and only time he'd managed to get under your skin in the garage. He'd had you pinned up against the wall in some narrow side hallway as he whispered how fucking sexy youâd looked today, wearing his hoodie to cover up the hickies you hadnât realized youâd woken up with and paired with some tiny denim shorts. Having the 6 foot champion huskily groan that he couldnât focus on his free practise everytime you bent over to pet a passing dog, or when you innocently sucked on the Redbull flavoured lollipops and then the goddamn ice cream from the truck theyâd brought in - was quite the power trip, you admit. So you guided his lips from your neck as he tries to add to the growing bruises on your neck and redirected him to your waiting lips instead, steamily making out as his large hands squeezed your thick ass like heâd been thinking about all day-
Max?!?
You instantly pull back from the driver and turned to see a flabbergasted looking GP - Maxâs race engineer. His jaw is wide open as he looked at you two with round eyes. Youâre fumbling to explain, trying and failing to push Max back - who looks rather annoyed at the intrusion and semi-glares at GP with narrow eyes. You hiss at the younger man to stop being rude and slip underneath his arms, going over to guiltily apologise to GP only to be met with You too?! How did he get you in his bed, you hated how much of a slut he was! Seriously, does he have a magical dick? Now you stare at GP in shock, unsure of how to respond to his question while Max starts laughing behind you. You make him join you as you promise to GP that he will never have to witness this again, because there will be no unprofessional behaviour of any sort on the paddock after "BootyShorts Gate" as you thereafter dub the incident. Regardless, GP still shoots you both wary glances and begins the habit of announcing his arrival and waiting 10 seconds before turning a corner in the garage, earning him many an odd look. Dramatic, really, was this where Max gets it from?
Max, of course, was very displeased with this new âprofessionalismâ rule you'd set down - on the paddock was when he'd get the most tense, the most horny and desperate to have you underneath him, after all - and he made sure you knew it. You deliberately ignored his heated gaze on you as you interviewed him, or his lingering touches when he helped you hold your microphone up to his much taller frame, large hand wrapped around your small ones clutching the mic. Or his recent favourite, which involved standing next to you to help pick out the insta pics post-race (something he'd notoriously always hated to do) - except now, he conveniently happened to be shirtless, his toned abs and broad shoulders on display, running a hand through his sweaty tousled hair.
This last seduction tactic had sent you fleeing to Checo's garage to seek out the other Redbull driver's PR manager and beg on your knees for a client swap, surely, the sponsor benefits are legendary for whoever Max's PR manager is -
Nope. Nuh uh, no way, Checo is the breeziest driver ever to look after. The other manager pauses. Well, except for the occasional political military coup scandal in Mexico. But still, I'd take that any day over El Manwhore.
You wailed at whatever Gods had decided to curse you and took matters into your own hands, furiously plotting up social media campaign idea after idea that were exactly the kind of thing Max hated with a burning passion - hoping it would get him to back off on his tactics and wave a white flag. From viral TikTok challenges, to making him read all his cringe 2008 tweets, and even making him play fuck, marry, kill with the drivers of the grid. You'd admit, that last one had been rather funny to watch, making you chuckle as you scrolled through the comments, liking "Can't believe we got Max Verstappen saying he would fuck Lewis, kill Pierre and marry Charles before GTA 6" and "does Redbull admin know she posted this on main?!"
But despite your best efforts, it didn't seem to deter Max. If anything, he'd begrudgingly do the task and end up laughing excitedly at you - who was holding the camera - about some joke or the other and make your stupid heart flutter. You knew you definitely should not be catching feelings for your client - who'd made it very clear his interest in you was only physical. But no one needed to know that sometimes youâd log into your fake account to like the "Who got max giggling and kickin his feet and shii?" comments.
Meanwhile, Max had caught wind of your desperation for an escape attempt with Checoâs manager and had upped the ante. He slyly mentioning to Christian Horner than you were doing such a great job as his PR manager, could he pretty please have you promoted to his general manager for his non racing publicity too?
And that's how you found yourself at a Dior Sauvage photoshoot, despite your adamant protests to Horner. You were putting your Masters of Business Adminstration, first class honours, to fantastic use by babysitting a 26 year old child who liked fast cars that went vroom vroom. The only redeeming factor is that you can leave the unflattering Redbull shirt at home since this wasn't for F1 publicity and instead wear a nice outfit for once. Still, you thought it was odd that Max had so easily accepted this campaign, as he wasn't normally one to enjoy doing PR.
A few minutes later you've figured out exactly why your favourite manwhore had agreed to this campaign, because he's grinning at you while posed shirtless, toned abs and broad shoulders all on display as some pretty, busty model is draped over him. The photographer is making this even more painful for you by dragging out the shoot, making Max and the model reposition herself multiple times. You roll your eyes at the scene, because obviously they're two very attractive people who will look good together no matter what, did the photographer really need to be so extra? You stalk off at some point to make yourself a hot chocolate in the hopes it'll sooth the flames of jealousy that are threatening to consume you right now. Max approaches you when a break is called, running a teasing hand along your waist from the back and whispering you looked so fucking hot in this tight maxi dress, making you nervously look around to see if anyone noticed. Luckily, all the staff appeared busy and didnât look in the dim corner you'd settled into to do paperwork. You hiss at him to keep your hands to yourself, Verstappen making him grin and inform you that's not what youâd said last night, in fact, you were practically begging for him to do the exact opposite-
You're glaring up at him, seriously contemplating if itâs worth breaking your contract clause to "act in the client's best interests" and mauling him with your laptop when the photographer comes up to you both with narrowed eyes. You guiltily step back, thinking he overhead Max's suggestive comments, but instead he just looks back and forth between you two contemplatively. Then, just as you were about to ask him what the issue was, he announces that you'd be replacing the model as the female for the shoot. No questions asked! he announces as you try to protest and snaps his fingers at the makeup and wardrobe artists to demand they sort you out (he gestures rather dramatically to your whole figure when he says this, making you scowl).
So that's how you find yourself dressed in a silky gold minidress with a sultry eye look, pressed up against Max's broad chest and trying not to focus on the intimate position you two are in. Max, however, has no such qualms about the position, using it to tease you further. You've been looking extra tense lately, sweetheart, he breathes, those devilish lips brushing past your ear. I know a great way to make you relax? You growl at him to shut the fuck up because oh my god, did he know how many cameras are pointed at you both right now? Besides, you mutter under your breath, it seemed like he was very interested in relaxing with that blonde model earlier.
Fighting to keep the smug look of his face, Max whispers back that there was No need to be jealous, schatje, you were the only one getting access to his magical dick. So caught up in the game you two are playing, you don't even register the photographer excitedly snapping up pictures, proclaiming that he knew it, the chemistry between these two is unbelievable!
Afterwards, as you're walking off the photoshoot, feeling all hot and bothered from Max's hands running across your exposed skin, shamelessly looking you up and down, the blonde Dutchman catches up to you. He teases you that you were going to get wrinkles at 25 if you didn't stop scowling all the time. I'm older than you, you scoff back, by a whole 6 months, in fact, so maybe you should actually listen to me for once instead of pissing me off? No problem, Max agrees, after all, he's always had a thing for MILFs. You can't help snort at his retort and then start laughing when he tries to maintain an innocent look. At least you were away from the cameras in case someone heard this, you mused.
Unfortunately, you both don't notice MonacoDaily's ratbag paparrazo, Henri, hiding in nearby shrubbery with his camera. It had been far too long without a Verstappen news scandal, he thought with a satisfied smirk as he clicked away.
And later than night, after you'd eaten the chicken stir fry he'd cooked and rewatched Cars 2 (a surpassingly more regular occurrence, these days, to unwind with him at the end of the day instead of immediately being mauled the second you stepped foot in his apartment) you made sure he followed your orders for once. Sitting him back, telling him just how bad he'd been today with all his teasing (-well, it worked, didn't it, sweetheart?) you showed him just how good you were at playing the game, too. And soon, he was breathlessly moaning underneath you as you rode him for the first time, gripping his cock like you were going to milk every last drop, teasing him with just enough pace to get him worked up but not enough to send him over the edge. And you only let him cum inside you when he begged you sweetly, making you go fuzzy at the sight of the infamous Redbull playboy being so desperate for you, and only you.
Afterwards, once you've shampooed each other's hair in the shower while gossiping about how catty that makeup artist had been, really, to imply that your pretty curls had been the problem and not her shitty styling? and Max has got you spooned against him, warm in an old hoodie of his, pressing a goodnight kiss to your forehead, you can't control the warmth blossoming in your chest any longer. And as a content sleep takes a hold of you, you can't help but wonder if Max's affections went beyond physical attraction, just like yoursâ were now doing.
It turned out the opportunity to find out this answer would come the very next day, when the ding of your phone wakes you up in the early hours of the morning. Itâs a very specific sound that you've set for a certain ratbag - and you get war flashbacks, hearing it now after so long. Scrambling off the bed, ignoring Max's muffled groans as you shove his heavy arm of you, you unlock your phone and gasp in horror as your suspicions are confirmed. Henri has arisen from the ashes and this time it's to deliver his sauciest scandal yet. Because a picture tells a 1000 words, sure, but he has the two of you on a goddamn video, flirting and giggling at each other as you exited the studio yesterday. There's no chance of you talking your way out of this one, as Max's large palm wanders to give your thick ass a firm squeeze as he guides you into his passenger seat. Goddamn, you knew you shouldn't have worn that tempting skims maxi dress - Max was an ass (and tits) man who couldn't be trusted to control himself in public. BTW already sold this 𼸠Henri texts. Just a courtesy FYI cuz I brought a boat with the bag from this one âď¸
You contemplate if it would be better to disappear off the face of the planet, or get plastic surgery to become unrecognisable as you chug your morning Redbull while moodily looking over the Monaco sunrise. Max joins you after a few minutes, looking extremely cute as he rubs the sleep out of his baby blue eyes and asks you what's wrong, schatje.
Taking a deep sigh (like you said, #DramaKid), you break the news. Iâm going to hold your hand while I say this (- thatâs really not necessary, Max interrupts) - but you know celibacy exists, right? As does having sex in a private location without the risk of being arrested for public indecency?
True, Max agrees, but what was the fun in that? Besides, you were just too hot to resist. Ignoring the butterflies at his cheesy flirting, you hold up the incriminating video on your phone as proof that it was not all fun and games, as Henri had already sold this to multiple news outlets this morning, you inform glumly. Max is strangely silent, looking intently at the video and even replaying it a few times, his eyes crinkling as a soft smile appears on his face when he hears the sound of you two laughing. Then - in a truly unbelievable redemption arc plotline from the Monaco playboy - he asks if it would be so terrible, to have this made public, to let the world know that you were together?
Well, I - you stumble over your words, - I dunno, I thought you liked that? Keeping it secret cause you just wanted a convenient hook up?
Max is silent again. Then, looking uncharacteristically nervous, he says that's not what he wants, not really, not anymore - not since he'd fallen in love with you, somewhere along the 3 months of the friends with benefits/PR manager and her problematic client situationship youâd had. And like at the very start, you donât even need to think about it twice. This time when you shyly smile and kiss him, you make sure he can feel your love through it and know that you wanted more, too.
So you walk into work that morning, holding hands in open defiance, ready for the world to see. Youâre rather confused when no one seems to be paying much attention, instead frantically trying to get the set up ready for the pre race testing. Maybe you two had not been as indiscreet as you thought and people already suspected? Or maybe you both had a penchant for drama and thought you were the main characters when you clearly were not?
You look at each other, shrug, and you give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him youâll see him for lunch at the kebab shop on the corner, before he wanders off to the garage. Maybe Henri had a change of heart and decided not to exploit innocents for fame and money, you ponder hopefully. Maybe there truly was good in the world, after all.
And then you hear your name being called and turn to see your boss standing behind you menacingly, hands on hips. Care to explain why #MaxLovesMILFS is trending right now?
Somewhere along the Monaco waterfront, a paparazzi rat skulking in the bushes sneezes.
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A/N: again thank you so much to @piastrification for inspiring this piece!! So sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy my attempt at branching out to other fics xx tysm to you all for the requests, I am working them into my upcoming fics!! đ
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wolf and bunny
summary: you ask your best friend to fuck you in your sleep but your bottled up feelings come out to the surface... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to lovers warnings: cnc/somnophilia, discussion of boundaries, eating out, touching, groping, unprotected sex, spanking, stranger+wolf/bunny roleplay, little red riding hood references, face-slapping (once), size kink, cockwarming, multiple rounds, feelings (ew), pet names, discussion of future scenario đ (i know i said this is the end but...we'll see) author's note: hii everyone, this is the third and final part of my wolf and bunny series, thank you so much for going on this nasty journey with me đ¤ part one & part two word count: 2k
You and Chan are having a bit of a disagreement in connection with the circumstances surrounding your next game.
âBut I want to know exactly which night youâll do it.â
âIf you know, you wonât be able to fall asleep,â Chan reasons with you. âKinda like Santa Claus. Kids stay up all night waiting for him and then he never comes.â
âPlease, even if the kids were asleep, heâd still never come âcause the parents are putting the presents under the tree!â
âIt was just a metaphor.â
âA bad one. Youâre gonna have to work harder to convince me.â
âHey, wasnât this your idea in the first place?â Chan reminds you teasingly. âYouâre the one who wants me to fuck her in her sleep.â
âEy, donât pretend you wonât be into it,â you shake your head.
You are both so stubborn you donât see this ending unless one of you retreats. Then, after a brief consideration, you speak again.
âFine. You can keep the secret of the exact night youâll do this. On one condition.â
âSure, bunny, letâs hear it,â Chan listens eagerly.
âIf I wake up, you wonât stop. Iâll just pretend Iâm still sleepy and we keep going.â
âIs that even possible? I mean, for you to not wake up?â
âIt is if you drug me or something,â you shrug.
âUgh, donât give me such evil ideas. You never know when I might take advantage of you.â
âOh, Iâm counting on it, wolfie.â
âBut are you sure the sleep thing is a great idea? I mean, you wouldn't be able to say a safeword...â Chan can't help but worry, always putting your needs first and planning every scenario in great detail to make sure you're alright. Damnit, could he get any more perfect? He's so sweet and considerate you wish you could just tell him how you feel. But what if that scares him away? What if you lose not only your wicked game buddy but your best friend in the entire world? You wouldn't be able to live with yourself.
âYes, I'm positive, Chris,â you place your hand on top of his. âI trust you 100% and know that you'll look after me. The question is, do you trust my judgement?â
âI mean, I do trust you. It's just that last time you didn't communicate your discomfort clearly and I wouldn't want to risk messing up to the point of accidentally hurting you,â Chan verbalizes his anxieties.
âI get what you're saying but it's not like I'm open to doing this with a stranger. It's you we're talking about. You've always been great at taking care of people so I know you wouldn't go too far. But at the same time, I wouldn't mind if you went loose. If anyone can take it and accept you fully, it would be me.â
âYeah, I know. You're right. But just in case, I want you to know beforehand that I care about you and respect you like a lot. So, even if I get carried away, I still want you to feel safe.â
âAww, Chris, ya old softie! I always feel safe with you, it goes without saying!â you insist.
âWell, I like hearing you say it.â
You gulp nervously. His voice is so commanding and yet so reassuring that your words have never rung truer. He's more to you than a safety net and you hope he knows it. He's incredibly thoughtful and infinitely kinder than the first impression. He's a riddle in the way he keeps surprising you and yet you wanna keep learning more about him. He's hundreds of the loveliest words in the dictionary multiplied. He's more comforting than your favourite blanket. He's warmth personified and you would be an idiot to let him go.
âI'll try to say it more often, then,â you promise. âWhen I'm with you, I know no harm will come my way. But here's the thing...you're the only one I'd willingly let hurt me.â
âI don't want to hurt you, though.â
âYou don't?â you pout, suddenly feeling guilty. Then, what have you been doing? Was he forcing himself to act out these fantasies for your sake alone? You genuinely thought he was enjoying them as much as you were.
âSorry, that came out wrong,â Chan is quick to explain. âI like our games. I meant that I don't want to hurt you emotionally. Ever.â
âAh, yeah, that makes sense,â you chuckle, feeling a little stupid. âWell, you don't need to worry about that. Glad we had this talk.â
âMe too,â Chan gazes at you fondly.
âSo, which night are you fucking me while I'm asleep?â you attempt to find out while he has this dazed look in his eye.
âNext- Hey, nice try! I'm not telling you, you impatient devil.â
âAw, man, I was so close,â you bemoan the uncertainty of your future.
âYou wish.â
The long-awaited night finally arrives. Chan has a key to your place so entering it is too easy. He makes sure he picks a night when youâve complained about being exhausted and sleepy all day long. And he is certain that youâre passed out in your room, not suspecting a thing. Well, a part of you is always anticipating what could happen, but still.
Heâs beyond glad to find you sound asleep. Youâre wearing nothing but a t-shirt and some flimsy panties. Chan admires your sleeping form for a couple of brief moments before he gets down to business.
He wonders where to start. Should he tear them up? Or maybe push them to the side? Should he grope your boobs through your shirt? Or perhaps slide his hands beneath it, stroking your nipples directly? So many opportunities. He wants to do everything, he decides.
Chan starts by moving your panties to the side and licking your tiny pussy. He touches you with his fingers, gently prodding your entrance but not exactly sticking them inside yet. Then, he sneaks his hand underneath your shirt, teasing your nipples. Fuck, youâre so soft.
He marvels at the knowledge that youâd trust him with something like that. Though the previous scenarios were hot and intense as fuck, this one hits different for him. Maybe because last time you were awake, you were still in control because you could say the safeword whenever. Maybe because you want him at your most vulnerable even in your sleep. Or maybe because heâs slowly falling for you, but he doesnât know how to say it.
Itâs okay. Chanâll show you, instead. He pinches your nipples lightly and continues to make out with your pussy. You are so wet already itâs adorable. He wonders if youâre dreaming of him, as you shift slightly in your sleep. He wants to drag this out. But how?
He uses his nails to trace circles on your skin, which causes goosebumps to appear. Are you cold? He wants to keep you warm and full at all times. Chan canât take it any longer and takes his cock out, sliding in so perfectly. As if you were made for him. Made to take his cock and let him do crazy things to you. His sweet little bunnyâŚ
You moan desperately and the spell is broken. Youâre awake. He wanders if youâll speak or heâll have to make you. Both options sound quite appealing. But he wants to hear your voice more than anything.
âShhh, go back to sleep, sweetheart,â Chan whispers gently.
âW-who are you?â you cry out.
Aw, youâre gonna pretend not to know him? That hurts. But it can be fun, he thinks.
âJust the big bad wolf,â he chuckles at the irony of it.
âPlease, don't do this,â you fake not wanting it, even though you've never wanted anything so badly in your life.
âOh, bunny, but I already am,â Chan replies, spanking your ass a couple of times in the meantime.
âG-gonna split me in h-half,â you mumble, voice muffled against your pillow.
âYeah? G'na ruin my sweet girl?â he speaks to you so softly you want to melt right there and then.
âFeel so full 'n so s'eepy,â you slur helplessly.
âAw, tiny, go back to sleep, then,â Chan pats your head soothingly.
âCan't. What a deep voice you have!â you play along too well.
âAll the better to degrade you with, my slutty bun,â Chan laughs, while still continuing to fuck you.
âWhat big hands you have!â you keep saying.
âAll the better to grab your tits with,â Chan chuckles and makes good on his promise by playing with your boobs.
âAnd slap me with!â you remind him playfully.
âAs you wish, princess,â Chan growls and slaps you across the face harshly but not harsh enough to actually leave a mark.
âWhat big eyes you have,â you sigh wistfully.
âAll the better to stare at you fall apart,â Chan responds cleverly.
âAnd what big cock you have!â you scream, barely resisting the urge to laugh. Are you a silly little bunny or Little Red Riding Hood? At this point, you don't care, but it feels too good regardless.
âAll the better to fuck you with,â he grunts loudly, spilling inside of you.
You follow rightaway and urge him to stay like this for a while. Maybe round two is in order?
âYou know what else is big?â Chan teases you.
âOh, shut up, Bigfoot!â you reply and are no longer able to hold it in, breaking into laughter. Chan also finds the interaction hilarious and buries his head in the nook of your shoulder. You stroke his hair without realizing. Shit, he's so adorable you almost say the three words. Is it too risky? Too soon? You need a distraction. You need... âFuck me again.â
âAlready? Aren't you tired?â Chan wants to make sure.
âFuck me till I fall asleep again,â you ask him.
âUm, okay, sure,â Chan looks a bit confused but does as you ask.
This time there is less talking and more fucking but no matter how many rounds you go, sleep doesn't come again. You both orgasm more times than you could count, but somehow, it isn't nearly enough to distract you from the inevitable. You love him. Your heart knows it, your pussy knows it, even your brain knows it but is stubborny telling you not to confess for fear of somehow ruining things.
Once Chan decides he's completely spent for the night, he pulls out of you and rips off the bandaid.
âAre you alright? Something suddenly shifted but I can't quite place it,â he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and nudges you softly with his shoulder.
âDo you want the truth that might mess up everything or do you want me to lie to you and say I'm fine?â you ask, even though you're already on the verge to tell the truth.
âWith you? Always the truth, please,â Chan clearly states his preference.
You sigh deeply and tilt to the side so you're facing him properly.
âI think...no, I know I love you.â
âI love you, too, babybun,â Chan responds fondly and kisses you on the nose.
âIn a non-friendly way. And I don't mean just sexually, either. I mean, the friendly way and the sexual way haven't diminished, of course. But I also love you in a...I want to be yours, your girlfriend, your lover, your romantic partner, your everything.â
Chan is taken aback by your words. You...feel the same?
âYou already are,â he confesses genuinely.
âHuh?â you blink in shock.
âI mean...you are already my everything. But, if you'd like me to officially ask you, then...will you be my girlfriend, angel?â
âYou...you'll have me?â you are still in disbelief.
âI thought I already had ya,â Chan pinches your cheeks lightly.
âDamn right you do, Mr. Wolf,â you giggle and pull him into a kiss.
He smells like autumn, his embrace exudes warmth and his lips taste like home.
âYou have no idea how badly I've wanted to tell you about my feelings,â Chan confesses. âWhen I found that story of yours in your drafts, I just couldn't resist the opportunity. I hoped that if I turned your fantasies into reality that you'd eventually fall for me.â
âOh, Channie...I've been falling for you for longer than you realize,â you admit shyly. âHow could I not? You're everything I've ever wanted.â
So, this is what it feels like to have the world in your hands. Huh. You could get used to it.
Bonus:
âNo, I'm not kidnapping you!â Chan is adamant as you two sit in a nice restaurant.
âBut Chriiiis,â you whine. âYou said you'd do anything for my birthday.â
âAnything but that!â Chan shakes his head in amusement.
âWhy not? It can be fun!â
âFun? What if something goes wrong, what if someone sees us and thinks I'm actually kidnapping you, what if...hear me out, here, I go to prison for it?â
âWell, duh, then I'd bail you out!â
âAs if you could afford it,â Chan rolls his eyes.
âHey! But seriously, I'll just tell the cops that I asked you to kidnap me.â
âWhat if they don't believe you and think you have a Stockholm syndrome?â
âI'll...think of something. Come on, we're going too far with the what-ifs.â
âYou gotta be prepared for any situation. You'd know that if you carried the heavy burden of being a dom,â Chan tsks at you.
âI'd know that if you let me,â you give him a wink.
âThat will only happen the day I agree to fake-kidnap you.â
âSo, tomorrow? It's a date!â you grin excitedly.
âKeep dreaming, darling.â
âOh, I will.â
The End
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Can we get part 2 of secret sister by any chance? loved it
Secret Sister Part Two | OP81
a/n: i need you to know that i sat in my bed giggling and kicking my feet when i saw this and iâm currently sat in the airport at 6:35 am giggling writing this đ¤
fc: sophia birlem & pinterest photos
requests: open
ynnorris
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hungry for hungary đŚ
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yourbestfriend: that caption gave me the ick
ynnorris: you love me
yourbestfriend: i really donât know why i do
userone: shes going to watch the gp!!!
usertwo: begging for cute oscar photos
userthree: look at her watching quali đĽš
logansargeant: first gp?
ynnorris: yessir
logansargeant: enjoy!
userfour: why is oscar holding her upside down?
oscarpiastri: dragging her away from build a bear
ynnorris: you and i are not friends anymore
landonorris: there is NO way i just found out youâre coming to the gp VIA INSTAGRAM
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f1wags
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new spotting in the paddock! lando norrisâ newly revealed sister and oscarâs girlfriendđ? lando introduced his sister to the world on her 21st over 8 months ago for safety and privacy reasons. her and her brotherâs teammate hit it off quite quickly after that, making his first move in norrisâ comment section. the two of them keep their relationship as private as they can but we canât deny that when they do feed us the crumbs, we love all of it. according to yn, this is her first ever gp. canât wait to see oscar and her together!
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userone: has anyone checked in on lando?
yourbestfriend: heâs throwing up in the toilet rn
usertwo: itâs nine months of their relationship in a week plzđ
yourbestfriend: he still complains
userthree: ahhh cant wait to see her!
userfour: hopefully i meet her đ
userfive: the IT couple
ynnorris
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so so proud of my boys <3
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oscarpiastri: love you đ¤đ§Ą
userone: someone tell her sheâs gotta pick a side
usertwo: mclaren did lando so dirty
userthree: guys she can support both her brother and boyfriend
userfour: dickrider
landonorris: love you lil sis x
userfive: how can you post this knowing mclaren stole a win off your brother and gave it to your boyfriend
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oscarpiastri
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my first f1 win, couldnât have done it without a lot of people but my pr manager said i had to keep this short and sweet
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ynnorris: congratulations my love đ¤đ§Ą
landonorris: congrats mate!
userone: you were done so dirty oscar
usertwo: lando deserved that win
userthree: fuck mclaren
maxverstappen1: well deserved!
userfour: lol
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landonorris
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well deserved win for osc, spa next đ
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phone call between lando and yn
l: yn? are you okay itâs 3am?
y: lando iâm scared
l: whatâs wrong? are you in your hotel room?
y: iâm in oscarâs but i donât want to wake him up, iâm in the bathroom
l: whatâs wrong?
y: i keep recieving really mean messages and even some death threats, i should have listened to you and not made my account public iâm so sorry for not listening to you lan-
l: yn itâs okay, itâs not your fault, unfortunately this is what comes with this sport.
y: iâm scared
l: listen i want you to wake up oscar and tell him how youâre feeling right now. heâll be able to comfort you right now, tomorrow morning weâll speak to our pr and see what they say but try and get some sleep, wipe your tears and wake osc up okay?
y: iâm so sorry
l: you didnât do anything wrong, iâm sorry youâre feeling the brunt of our stuff.
y: love you lan
l: love you ynn
oscarâs hotel room 3:17am
Picking herself up off the floor, yn glanced at her reflection in the dimly lit mirror. She wiped away the tears that had been streaming down her cheeks, wincing slightly at the redness that had set in. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and attempted to make her face look presentable. With a final sigh, she opened the bathroom door and stepped into the dark bedroom. Her eyes softened as she took in the sight of Oscar, lying peacefully in bed, his face serene and calm.
Despite the turmoil inside her, she couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked, lost in his dreams. Pushing her guilt and insecurities aside, she made her way over to his side of the bed. Gently, she reached out and tapped his shoulder. "Osc."
Oscar stirred slightly, his eyes remaining closed. "Yeah?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "You okay?"
Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to begin. "I..." she faltered, then continued, "No, not really." Oscar opened his eyes just a fraction, enough for her to see the concern etched in his sleepy gaze. "I saw what people were saying about me online, andâ"
Before she could finish, Oscar reached out and pulled her into the bed beside him. She sat at the edge, struggling to hold back more tears as he gently took her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. He let out a soft, disappointed sigh. "I'm so sorry you had to see that."
"It's not your fault," she replied, shaking her head.
"And it's yours?" he countered gently. The way he said it made her realise how misplaced her thoughts had been. "Come here." He pulled her into his arms, and she nestled against him, feeling the warmth and safety of his embrace. Oscar held her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the cruel world outside.
"They were really mean," she whispered, her voice cracking.
"I know," Oscar murmured, his breath warm against her bare shoulder. "Unfortunately, it's something we drivers get used to, but it's always rough for someone new to the world of F1."
She let out a small, breathy laugh. "Talk about being new to the world, quite literally." A faint smile tugged at her lips. "Lando said heâd talk to his team tomorrow."
"We'll talk to the team tomorrow," Oscar corrected softly. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. "Hey, how about you tell me about your new project? You haven't mentioned it yet." His tone was gentle, encouraging, as if trying to distract her from her worries.
Yn looked at him, her heart swelling with love. The tears that had threatened to spill moments ago were now replaced by a shy, bashful smile. "Have I ever told you I love you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Oscar's eyes sparkled with affection. "Once or twice, I'm sure, but definitely not enough."
A warm, contented feeling settled over her. "I love you, Osc."
He smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead tenderly. "I love you too, more than anything." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and added, "No matter what anyone says, you are amazing, and I'm so proud of you."
ynnorris
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this past weekend was tough on both mclaren drivers, decisons were made and oscar and lando are both excellent and talented drivers. lando is my brother and oscar is my boyfriend and best friend, there will never be a day where i chose between the two of them when theyâre on a podium. i love them both so deeply and i will never pick a favourite.
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oscarpiastri
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spa next weekend and summer break with this one
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landonorris: good riddance, sheâs driving me up the wall
yourbestfriend: why are you always carrying her like that?
oscarpiastri: she canât be trusted with money
ynnorris: love you đ¤đ§Ą
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