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Warnings: Mature Themes,Explicit Content Sexual Content,Strong Language,Intense Sexual Content, Emotional Intensity,Sensitive Topics (About marriage)

P.S I wanted to tell you this story is a work of fiction and is not intended to represent any real-life events or individuals. It is solely for entertainment purposes.

Craving the Forbidden

The rhythmic hum of the vacuum cleaner filled the mansion, steady and soothing as I moved through the sprawling halls. This place was a fortress of luxury—high ceilings, dark wood, and towering windows that framed views of an endless horizon. It felt like a castle, but it was so quiet it might as well have been a mausoleum.

I’d been working here for two years, long enough to know every creak of the floorboards, every shadow that shifted with the setting sun. Long enough to know the man who lived here, too.

James Hetfield.

He wasn’t just my employer; he was a rock god. Frontman of Metallica, a legend whose name carried more weight than I could fathom. And yet, he was also something else. Something infinitely more complicated.

James Hetfield wasn’t supposed to be kind. Or thoughtful. Or so... human. But he was. And that’s what made working here harder than it should’ve been.

I dusted the shelves in the library, my hands steady even though my thoughts weren’t. I had no right to think about him the way I did. He was married. Famous. Completely out of reach.

And yet, I couldn’t help the way my chest tightened every time I saw him.

The front door clicked open, the sound reverberating through the empty halls. My breath caught. I wasn’t expecting him.

“Y/n?” His deep, gravelly voice echoed down the hall.

I straightened, smoothing my apron before stepping out into the foyer. He stood there, guitar case slung over one shoulder, sunglasses pushed up into his tousled hair. His presence filled the room like a storm rolling in—effortless, magnetic, dangerous.

“James,” I said, keeping my voice even. “I didn’t think you’d be home today.”

“Change of plans,” he said, setting the guitar down by the door. His lips quirked into a small, almost shy smile. “Thought I’d work from home for a bit.”

I nodded, clutching my cleaning supplies tightly. “I’ll stay out of your way.”

“You never do.” The words were soft, but they carried an undercurrent that made my pulse quicken.

I ducked my head and hurried back to the kitchen, my cheeks burning. The hours crawled by as I moved through the house, each room feeling smaller and more suffocating with him here. His presence was impossible to ignore—the faint sound of his guitar drifting from the living room, the occasional creak of floorboards as he moved upstairs.

By the time I reached his office, my nerves were frayed. This was the one room I avoided whenever I could. It felt too personal. The walls were lined with gold records, guitars propped in every corner, and framed photos that told the story of his life. Photos of his band, his kids, his wife.

Those pictures always made my chest ache.

I pushed open the door, steeling myself as I set down the bucket of supplies. My hands trembled slightly as I dusted the bookshelves, each movement careful and deliberate.

“You don’t have to do that right now.”

His voice startled me, and I turned sharply to see him standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed, but his expression was anything but casual.

“Sorry,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. His eyes locked on mine, filled with something raw, something that made it impossible to breathe.

“I was just finishing up,” I said quickly, moving to grab my supplies. “I’ll leave—” “Y/n,” he interrupted, his voice softer now. “Stay. Please.”I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. “Why?”

He ran a hand through his hair, his confidence faltering. “Because I need to tell you something.”

The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick and charged. I leaned against the desk, gripping the edge for support. “What is it?”

James sighed, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of his words was too much to carry. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t want you.”

My breath hitched, my grip tightening on the desk. “You shouldn’t say that.”

“I know,” he said, his gaze steady despite the crack in his voice. “But it’s the truth. And I think you feel it too.”

Tears burned in my eyes as I shook my head. “James, you’re married. This isn’t right.”

His jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. “My marriage has been broken for years, Y/n. We’re just holding on for the kids, for the image, for everything except love.”

“That doesn’t make this okay,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

“I know it doesn’t,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “But it doesn’t change how I feel about you. How I’ve felt for a long time.”

The words hit me like a tidal wave, breaking down every defense I’d built over the past two years. I stared at him, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I don’t know how to stop feeling this way,” I admitted, my voice trembling.

James closed the distance between us, his hand brushing against mine. The touch was soft, tentative, but it sent a shiver down my spine. “Then don’t,” he whispered.

I looked up at him, my resolve crumbling as his fingers gently traced the back of my hand. Before I could think, before I could stop myself, I leaned into him. His arms wrapped around me, strong and steady, pulling me against his chest.

The space between us disappeared entirely, his body pressing against mine as we sank deeper into the couch. His hands, steady and deliberate, slid over my waist and up my back, drawing me closer. Each touch sent a shiver racing through me, my skin coming alive beneath his fingertips.

His lips never left mine for long, returning again and again with an urgency that grew with every passing second. When he pulled back to catch his breath, his forehead rested against mine, his lips brushing lightly over my cheek, my jaw.

“Y/n,” he murmured, his voice thick and low, a plea more than a word.

I tilted my head, granting him the space to let his lips trail down the line of my neck. The heat of his breath, the faint scrape of his stubble, made my heart race wildly. My hands clung to him, finding the solid strength of his shoulders, the warmth of his chest beneath his shirt.

He kissed me again, this time deeper, with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. His hand slid up my side, skimming over my ribs before settling at the small of my back, anchoring me to him as his lips moved against mine. Every part of me burned, the room around us disappearing into the haze of shared heat and need.

The soft sound of my name on his lips made my chest tighten. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as if that could make the moment last forever. His touch became more insistent, his hands exploring, his lips speaking a language I understood in the way they pressed, tasted, lingered.

The space between us vanished entirely as he closed the distance, his body pressing me back against the solid edge of the desk. His hands, rough and warm, skimmed my waist before gripping it firmly, pulling me flush against him. His lips claimed mine with a hunger I hadn’t felt before—raw and all-consuming.

When he pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his forehead resting against mine. His fingers traced my jaw, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear as he whispered, “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to rip these clothes off of you... to see you, all of you naked”

The words sent a shiver through me, and before I could respond, he took my hand, pulling me toward the bookshelf. My back hit the sturdy wooden frame, the books rattling softly as his body caged mine. His hands moved with purpose now, sliding down my arms before settling on the buttons of my blouse.

His eyes locked on mine as he began to undo them one by one, his breath warm against my cheek. “Every time I see you in this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “I have to fight myself not to do this.”

I couldn’t speak, my voice caught in my throat as his hands moved lower, pushing the fabric off my shoulders. His fingers brushed my bare skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake. My heart pounded, the air between us thick and electric.

“You’re more beautiful than I ever let myself imagine,” he said, his voice soft but strained, his gaze taking me in like I was a masterpiece he’d waited years to touch.

His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer as his lips found mine again, fiercer this time. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his lips left mine to trail along my neck, down to my collarbone. Each kiss sent a spark racing through me, leaving me breathless and clinging to him.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered, his voice raw against my skin. “Tell me I’m not the only one who’s been losing sleep over this.”

“You’re not,” I admitted, my voice trembling but steady with truth. “I’ve wanted this, James. I’ve wanted you.”

His lips found mine again, hungrier now, as his hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. The warmth of him seeped into me, his touch igniting something deep and uncontrollable. He pushed the blouse from my shoulders completely, the fabric fluttering to the floor without a second thought.

His hands slid down to my waist, his fingers teasing the hem of my skirt. “Every time I see you in this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck, “it drives me insane.”

I gasped as he lifted me slightly, turning us so I was pressed back against the bookshelf. The cool wood against my skin was a stark contrast to the heat of his hands, which worked to slide my skirt down my hips, his movements slow and deliberate. His lips followed the path of his hands, kissing the newly exposed skin with a reverence that made my knees weak.

He leaned back, his eyes dark and filled with something primal as he took me in. “Perfect,” he whispered, almost to himself.

I reached for him then, my hands trembling but eager as I tugged at his shirt. He didn’t resist, letting me pull it over his head. My fingers traced the lines of his chest, the muscles beneath taut and warm under my touch. He watched me, his breathing uneven, as if my touch alone unraveled him.

When he leaned in again, his hands found the clasp of my bra, pausing just long enough for his gaze to meet mine. “Okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, unable to speak.

James took a deep breath, his eyes dark and filled with a mix of desire and reverence as he pulled back slightly. His hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, the motion deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment. Slowly, he undid the button and the zipper, his gaze never leaving mine.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, as if he was trying to commit every detail of this moment to memory.

He slipped his jeans down, revealing the taut muscles of his legs, his body every bit as imposing as it was graceful. I watched him, the heat between us growing stronger, more palpable with each passing second. He stood before me, bare-chested, seeming like a Greek god,  looking  with a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away. He was beautiful in a way I never could have imagined, and now that the layers between us were slowly falling away, it felt like everything was shifting, like we were moving toward something neither of us could stop.

He stepped closer, his hands running over his own chest, and I reached out, my fingers tracing the lines of his abs, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver down my spine. Then I moved closer to his boxer, lowering it a bit to make his cock slliping out. 

“I want to make you feel good,” I whispered, my voice soft, but full of intent. I meant it, more than anything else. I took his cock erected and started stroking it gently, yet quick. 

His reaction was immediate. A low moan escaped his lips, the sound soft but filled with desire. I felt a surge of satisfaction at the sound, knowing that I was the one making him feel this way. His body tensed beneath my touch, every muscle drawn tight with need.

The sound of his moan—deep and unrestrained—only made me more determined to keep going, to show him just how much I wanted to give. I moved slowly, my fingers working with precision, matching the rhythm of his breathing. I could feel him reacting to each subtle movement, his body leaning into me as if urging me on.

His hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer as he kissed me, his lips urgent, but still gentle. I could taste the desperation in his kiss, the unspoken longing he didn’t have to say aloud. But his moan told me everything I needed to know. It made my chest tighten, a flutter of heat spreading through me at how badly he wanted this, wanted me.

With every stroke, I could feel him getting closer, his body trembling beneath my touch. He leaned into me, pressing his forehead against mine, his hands gripping my hips as if trying to steady himself. His breathing grew more shallow, the moans escaping him louder, more desperate now.

“You feel so good,” he breathed against my lips, his voice rough with need. “So good, Y/n.” His breath was quick and uneven, each word heavier than the last, his eyes dark with desire.

I could feel the way my own body responded to him, the fluttering in my stomach, the warmth spreading between my legs. I wanted to keep making him feel this way—wanted to see him undone by my touch. The moan that escaped his lips only encouraged me to continue, the sound echoing in my mind, and I matched the rhythm he set with my own, feeling a heat surge through me with every movement.

 There was only this moment, only the connection between us—deep, raw, and undeniable. I could feel his heartbeat under my fingertips, steady and frantic all at once. The way he moaned, his breath hitching with every motion, made me feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time.

I leaned into him, kissing him deeply, taking my time with the kiss as I felt the tension in his body grow. Every touch, every breath between us felt like it was drawing us closer, making the world outside disappear.

I kept my pace slow, letting the anticipation build, knowing how much he needed this, how much he needed me to be there with him. I could feel him trembling beneath my touch, the way his body reacted to each gentle stroke.

And then, with a shuddering breath, he moaned again, his entire body jerking slightly as he let go, his chest heaving as he finally released, the tension in him breaking. He collapsed into me, his hands gripping my shoulders for support as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Y/n,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so close...”

I held him close, my hands gently stroking him as I let him come down from the wave of pleasure. His breath was ragged, and I kissed him softly, as he came.

My body was still humming from the intense connection we'd just shared, and James, standing so close to me, his chest rising and falling with each breath, was no different. His hands remained on my body, and his gaze—those deep, smoldering eyes—told me everything I needed to know. 

His lips brushed lightly against mine once more, a kiss that was soft, lingering, and filled with unspoken emotion. His mouth parted against mine, just a breath away. “You were incredible,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, thick with desire. “You’re so much more than I imagined.”

I smiled at the sincerity in his voice, a warmth spreading through my chest. But even as he spoke, I could feel the tension building in the air again. He was looking at me like he couldn’t wait for the next moment to begin.

And I felt the same.

His fingers traced a slow path down my arm, igniting a trail of fire on my skin as he moved closer, his body aligning with mine. The gentle pressure of his chest against mine sent waves of sensation crashing through me, and I didn’t want to fight it anymore. His touch was electric, sparking something deeper, something raw between us that I couldn't quite name.

“I want to make you feel good,” he murmured, his voice deep and thick, laced with a promise. His lips brushed against my neck as he pulled me closer, his warmth enveloping me completely. The subtle movements of his hands were deliberate, slow—his fingertips grazing over my skin like he was savoring the moment, like he never wanted it to end.

I closed my eyes, giving in to the feeling of him, of his presence filling every space between us. His lips trailed soft, heated kisses along my neck, then dipped lower, his breath warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My pulse raced, every inch of me aching with desire for more.

Without warning, he moved—his hands gripping my waist as he lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, my hands slipping into his hair, feeling the weight of his body against mine as he turned us toward the bookshelf. The cool wood met my back with a soft thud, but I didn’t feel the coldness; I felt only the heat of him, pressing into me, his lips returning to mine in a deep, consuming kiss.

 James held me against the bookshelf. His grip on me was firm, but there was a tenderness in the way he held me, as if he were afraid to break something delicate. But there was nothing delicate about this—nothing about the fire burning between us was fragile. It was raw, powerful, and undeniable.

I gasped softly as his lips found my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Now it’s my turn to make you feel good,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “You’ve made me feel amazing, but now I want to make you feel everything.”

His hands trailed down my body, gently pushing me back against the bookshelf as he moved in closer, his body fitting perfectly against mine. The pressure of him, the heat radiating from his skin—it was overwhelming, intoxicating. 

You’re perfect,” he whispered, the words rough with emotion, as if he couldn’t believe this was really happening.

I closed my eyes, savoring the sound of his voice, the way he said my name like a prayer. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I responded instinctively, my body moving closer to his. I could feel his cock rubbing in my clit.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. His lips found mine again, kissing me deeply, his tongue brushing against mine with a slow, intoxicating rhythm. I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped from me, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

He deepened the kiss, sending shivers through my spine, and I felt a spark of heat ignite within me. His kiss was fire, melting away every ounce of hesitation, leaving only raw need and yearning. I couldn’t remember a time when I felt so alive, so completely attuned to another person.

He broke the kiss, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that took my breath away. “Are you sure, Y/n?” His voice was a whisper, but there was a hardness to it now, a hint of desperation. “I don’t want to push you… but I need you.”

I swallowed, my heart racing in my chest. I wasn’t sure if I could find the words, but I didn’t need to. My body was speaking for me, my hands reaching down to pull him closer, feeling the heat of his skin, the hardness of his body against mine. Every inch of me wanted him, craved him, and I could no longer pretend otherwise.

“I’m sure,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of everything we were about to share. “I want this. I want you.”

His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, and without another word, he lifted me effortlessly, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed me more firmly against the bookshelf. The sudden movement took me by surprise, but the moment our bodies aligned, a shudder of anticipation ran through me. I gasped as his lips found my ear, his breath sending a wave of heat through me.

“Now it’s my turn to make you feel good,” he whispered against my skin, his voice husky with desire. “Let me show you just how much I’ve wanted this, how much I wanted to fuck you all of you”

The intensity in his voice made me weak in the knees. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the wood of the bookshelf, and let him guide me, his hands firm but gentle as he positioned me just right. He was so close now that I could feel his breath on my neck, his lips trailing hot kisses down my skin.

I felt the pulse of heat between us grow, every second making my body ache with need. He pressed into me slowly, deeply, and I gasped at the sensation, the feeling of him filling me in a way that felt both overwhelming and perfect. I didn’t know if I could take it, but I didn’t care. Every inch of me was alive with need, and I moaned softly, feeling him shift his position just slightly to allow for a deeper connection.

“James…” I whispered, my voice barely a breath. The sound of his name on my lips felt like a confession, like a promise of everything that was happening between us.

His name escaped him in a low groan, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move against me, the rhythm slow and deliberate. He was teasing me, pushing me to the edge, and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted, how my breath hitched, how my nails dug into his shoulders.

“You feel so good, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure as he kissed the sensitive skin on my neck. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The pressure between us was building, and every move he made seemed to bring us closer to the edge. His hands moved to my chest, caressing my breasts with a tenderness that made me shiver. He pinched my nipple softly, and I moaned, arching into him, wanting more.

He kissed me again, his lips hungry, desperate. I felt the way he kissed me, not just with passion, but with a deep, aching need, as though he couldn’t get enough of me, couldn’t stop himself. I let myself melt into him, responding to each touch, each kiss, each movement as if my body had a mind of its own.

His rhythm grew more urgent, and with each thrust, I felt myself getting closer to the edge, the tension in my body so tight I thought I might snap. My moans grew louder, more desperate, matching the frantic pace he set, until finally, with one deep, almost desperate thrust, I felt myself breaking apart, my body trembling as I found release.

“J-James, I’m cumming” "I moaned softly, my body trembling from the intensity of his thrusters.

“Cum for me,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, his hands holding me closer as the tension between us reached its peak. “Let me know how much you want this.”

His name spilled from my lips again, a breathless cry, and the sound of it seemed to push him over the edge. I felt him tense, his body shuddering against mine as he followed me, his deep groan echoing in my ear. We both froze for a moment, suspended in the aftermath, the air thick with our combined breaths.

We stayed like that, locked in each other's arms, unable to let go of the connection we had created. James pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me, his breath coming in soft pants against my ear. I could hear the steady beat of his heart, and I rested my head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

As we stood there, our bodies still entwined, the world outside the small office seemed to fade away. The only sounds were our ragged breathing, slowly starting to calm. My chest rose and fell against his, and I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. The air between us was heavy, but now it felt different—more peaceful, more grounded.

James pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me like a protective cocoon. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, allowing the quiet to settle over us. We didn’t speak for a long time, and I didn’t mind. It felt good to just be in this moment, to be connected to him in a way I hadn’t ever expected.

Finally, James spoke, his voice low and thoughtful. “You okay?” he asked, his hand gently stroking my hair, as though making sure I was still with him, still here.

I nodded, lifting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of desire and something softer, something I hadn’t expected to see. “Yeah… more than okay,” I whispered, smiling up at him, my heart still racing in the aftermath of everything that had just happened. But as the excitement ebbed away, a quiet realization began to settle in.

There was still so much we hadn’t said, so much unspoken. The weight of the situation was slowly sinking in. James was married. That fact hadn’t disappeared in the heat of the moment, and now that things were calm, I felt the tug of uncertainty.

I hesitated for a moment before speaking. “James…” My voice was soft, unsure. “What about your wife? What does this mean?”

He paused, his fingers gently brushing my cheek as he considered his words. His brow furrowed slightly, and for the first time since we’d come together, there was a moment of vulnerability in his expression. He took a breath, clearly weighing the truth before responding.

“Things aren’t... what they seem," he said slowly, his voice quieter than before. "It’s complicated, Y/n. I’m not... I’m not happy in my marriage. I haven’t been for a long time.” He swallowed hard, his eyes not leaving mine as if searching for some sign that I understood. “I never meant for this to happen with you, but I can’t deny what I feel. What we’ve shared... it feels real. More real than anything else right now.”

I felt the weight of his words, a mixture of relief and sadness swelling inside me. My heart ached for him, for the situation he found himself in. I wanted to ask more questions, to understand the full depth of what he was going through, but instead, I found myself in his arms, my face pressed against his chest once again, trying to hold onto the feeling of being close to him.

“So, what does this mean?” I asked, my voice a little shaky, but I needed to know. "What do we do now?"

He exhaled deeply, running his hand through his hair, looking away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. There was something intense in his eyes, something that told me this wasn’t just a fleeting moment for him.

“I don’t know what the future holds, Y/n,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “But I know that right now, I don’t want to let go of this. I don’t want to let go of you.” He looked down at me, his expression full of raw emotion. “If you wanted to stay… I wouldn’t stop you.”

The offer hung in the air between us, and I could feel the weight of it. It wasn’t just about the physical connection we’d shared—it was about something deeper, something more fragile.

“I’m not asking you to leave her,” I said quietly, my heart aching. “But what happens now? What do we do with what we’ve just… what we’ve just done?”

James gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. His touch was tender, almost apologetic, as if he were afraid of the emotions he might be stirring. “I don’t want to complicate things for you, Y/n. But I can’t pretend that this doesn’t mean something to me.”

His words lingered in the space between us, and I could feel the shift—the weight of our shared desire, and the vulnerability that came with it. He wasn’t asking me for anything. He wasn’t rushing into anything. But the offer, the possibility, was there, hanging in the quiet.

“I think we need time,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. "We both do."

James nodded slowly, his lips brushing against my forehead in a soft kiss. “Yeah, time,” he echoed, his hand still holding me close. “But I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. Not if you don’t want me to.”

I closed my eyes, letting the quiet settle between us, and for a moment, there was no pressure, no confusion—just the two of us, holding onto something fleeting, yet real.

“I don’t want you to go either,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but sincere.

And for a moment, we simply stood there, lost in the warmth of each other’s arms, our hearts beating as one, unsure of what tomorrow would bring, but certain of this—this connection, this moment, was something we both wanted to hold on to.

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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 24 (ending)

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: none I guess. ― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

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Mick paced around the room again, and for the looks of it, it wouldn’t take him long to dig a hole in the exact spot his racing boots were hitting.

“We don’t have much time, Mick, you gotta get ready,” Gary, his engineer, knocked on the door, opening it just enough to look at the German.

“Where’s Yn?” 

“You mean Yn Hamilton?” he asked, just to make sure and Mick tried to keep his eyes from rolling, too stressed to answer properly, but too polite to give a rude answer to Gannon who was friendly most of the time. The engineer took on the driver's silence, and tried, “I think she’s with Lewis. Want me to get her?” 

“Get who?” just from Yn’s voice Mick could guess she was smiling. That bright and big smile he loved so much. The only smile that would be able to calm his racing heart.

Gary waved to Yn opening the door wider for her, he motioned ‘5 minutes’ to Mick and left the lovers alone giving them as much privacy as a small driver’s room could. 

“Hey, mouse, what's the matter?” she walked inside and towards him, tipping her face up so their lips could meet in a quick peck. 

Mick, however, had other plans.

His hands found purchase on her waist, bringing her body impossibly closer, and his tongue took advantage of the surprised gasp she let out to sneak inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Yn grasped his blonde locks between her fingers, and corresponded the kiss as much as she could, feeling how nervous he was.

When the air made itself scarce, the driver hid his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m nervous, what if I fuck it up? What if I crash? What if the car is shitty? What if–” Mick started, voice trembling, finally letting his walls down, and showing someone how vulnerable he was feeling.

Sure they had this conversation before, and sure Mick Schumacher knew he was a great racing driver, but he was also a human being and, of course, he had his own insecurities and doubts. 

Yn held his face between her hands, leveling it with her own, and looking him in the eyes. His big blue orbs looked at her with adoration and fear all mixed in one, and she smiled sympathetically. 

“Close your eyes,” she commanded in a soft tone and he obeyed. “Hear this rustling of people walking around from one side of the other working non-stop?” Mick nods keeping his eyes shut, they’re chest to chest so listening to her soothing voice and feeling her breath evens his. “They’ve been working for a while now so everything is perfect for their number one driver. They’re not sure if the car will beat that Red Bull witchcraft, but they’re doing their best, and they counting on you to do your best as well. It doesn’t matter if this combo doesn’t get you a podium today, there’s always next Sunday. They got the will to make it happen, and they got the driver to do so too. Leave the past in the past, get in that car, and do what you love doing, do what you know you can do, and also what you don’t know you can do yet. We’ll be here watching, rooting, working, and praying.” 

Her comforting words and soft tone made Mick lean even more on her touch. He smiled, nodded, and kissed her forehead. 

“Where–”

“Here,” she was quick to answer, already knowing he was going to ask from where she would watch the race. Lewis was racing as well, and before Sunday rolled around Yn was asked this question by a lot of people, her brother included. “I’ll watch it from here, you may see me cheering when Lew overtakes others, but I’ll be here rooting for you too. And I don’t care about the outcome, you’re my number one.” She whispered the last part and Mick smiled, kissing her yet again. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed back, lacing her hands around his large shoulders and enjoying his warmth. “You’re also looking hot as fuck in this new racing suit, please tell me you can sneak one in your bag tonight.”

Mick laughed and nibbled on her neck just enough to make her whine, but before he could give Hamilton a witty answer, there was a knock on the door. 

“Go out there and kick ass,” she kissed his chin, and smiled, turning to the door.

And that was exactly what Mick did. He turned the first race of the season into a show. His show. Everyone watched on the edge of their seats as time after time he overtook cars and climbed up to the podium. A fight for the podium went on on the last turn – Lewis, Mick, and Max were fighting for first place, and in the last seconds the Schumacher overtook his future-in-law, hatching the first place and surprising everyone.

The camera panned on Yn watching the race from the Porsche’s garage, and the way she smiled and cheered when Mick got his first win of the season on the first race of the season during his first year with a team that was racing for the first time. It was a first, and how sweet it tasted for everyone. Even for Lewis, who ended up getting second place, but celebrated as if that was his win too. 

The team ran for the celebration, and Mick went straight for Yn once the car was parked and the helmet was off. There wasn’t much thinking into it, he just saw her there crying and smiling wearing his team’s merch, his number on her body, his initial dangling from a chain around her neck, Mick couldn’t do anything but kiss her lips in front of the cameras. The cheers and flashes faded during the seconds their lips were sealed, he hugged her close, before jumping on top of the crew. Lewis walked to his sister after the congrats from his own team, he hugged her and they smiled as brightly as ever. 

After the podium celebration and interviews, Mick walked back to his garage finding Yn and Lewis there. They were side by side talking, both smiling, and Mick couldn’t help but remember the first time he saw Yn. That day she was talking with Lewis too, it was also the beginning of the season, and now, just like before Mick felt like he could stare at her forever. Yn looked stunning wearing Porsche’s shirt and baggy jeans, the colors of the shirt creating the perfect contrast with her black skin. Her curls were tied on top of her head after the long day. She was stunning, and now he was the one walking into the room, walking to her, his girlfriend. 

His heart was doing somersaults inside his chest. 

After so many days of worrying and agonizing about the future, he was here with a seat on a great team. After so many days of fear about his relationship, Yn was here, as sure as ever about their commitment. After so many times unsure of the future, Mick was happy with the unknown, happy to discover it with Yn, happy to build his own legacy, happy to experience life to the fullest, and even happier to rule the kingdom of Yn’s heart because he knew damn well she was the queen of his heart, body, and soul. 

She was the one he had been waiting for.

“There he is,” Yn said taking Mick from his thoughts and walking towards him again. “My number one,” she whispered hugging him, “the king of my heart.” 

And nothing ever felt as right as being in her arms.

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[xiaolin-show-hoe]

AUs I think would rock for Chack bullshit

-bookshop owner! Chase and Coffee Shop worker! Jack (specifically within the same store)

-exorcist! Chase and the ever prevalent ghost magnet! Jack

-Mayor! Chase and the very good at his job, only social media director! Jack

-Pet Store part timer! Jack and longtime regular customer! Chase (he has a lot of cats in a penthouse suite)

- Longtime customer! Chase and Sushi restaurant part timer! JACK (Wuya owns the place)

- Art Student! Jack and Museum Curator! Chase

- CEO! Chase and Tech Support! Jack

- Military Commander! Chase and Weapons Dealer! Jack

- Bodyguard! Chase and Rich Kid! Jack (+10 points if it is a 5 years+ romance as rich kid becomes rich man)

- Judge! Chase and frequent defendant! Jack

- Mafia Boss! Chase and his accountant! Jack (Bonus Points if Chase tries to keep Jack by queer baiting him when Hannibal wants to give him a better offer)

-Hot and distinguished Alien! Chase and Clumsy yet curious scientist! Jack

-Motorcycle gang Leader! Chase and grocery clerk! Jack

-Antique Store Owner! Chase and Next Door Owner of a Tech Shop! Jack

-Auto Shop mechanic with selective skills! Jack and Business man with selective car model! Chase

-Head of City Council! Chase and Too Many Consistent House Violations! Jack

-Business Conglomerate! Chase and Nosy Window Cleaner! Jack

-Zoo Owner! Jack and Cat Exhibit Curator! Chase (bonus points if Jack lets Chase do whatever he wants and gets shit for letting him get away with it)

- Distinguished Model! Chase and Clumsy Set Crew used as a stand in for a woman! Jack

[unique-high]

In between the pages of you | Yoongi x blk fem reader

Chapter one

NOT PROOF READ

Chapter 2: Yoongi's Reflections

Yoongi stands in the small ramen shop, the clock ticking past 2 AM, and the warm aroma of broth envelops him like a familiar embrace. The usual clamor of late-night diners is absent, leaving only the soft hum of the kitchen and the faint sound of water boiling. The steam from the pots blurs the edges of his vision, creating a hazy dreamscape that mirrors the thoughts swirling in his mind.

Instead of the savory ramen that usually draws him here, a steaming bowl of rice sits in front of him. Its surface glistens under the dim light, the sprinkle of butter and sugar melting slowly, creating a pool of warmth. Yoongi remember from your last journal entry how you made a wish on a bowl of rice and he wanted to do the same, maybe find hope in a wish on a bowl of rice, that old him would have thought was foolish.

Yoongi read another journal entry of yours during the day, the page dog-eared and stained with splatters of soy sauce. From reading most of the entries you wrote, Yoongi found that your journal was your solace, a window into the heart of a stranger who seemed to understand the unspoken parts of you.

Your entry lingered on his mind as he flipped it open once more, the black Indian ink almost shimmering with meaning:

"June 10th, 2023. I still go to the little ramen shop tucked away between the Chinese restaurant and dry cleaners. Part of me wanted to find myself in the broth of the beef ramen and the fried dumplings. Part of me wanted to leave herself at table two. There was this want who wanted to find a part of me who I lost and there was this want who wanted to leave herself somewhere that years from now she can come back to and remember something about herself and the way it felt. Hmm, maybe that's why I started this journal too."

Yoongi read the words over and over, each pass striking a chord deep within him, reverberating through his chest. The weight of your introspection resonates, and he finds himself caught in the delicate balance of connection and solitude. It’s as if you laid bare the very essence of your own struggles—the desire to be found while fearing the vulnerability that comes with it.

Yoongi let his gaze drift toward the door, the familiar creak of the wood echoing in his mind. You could walk through those doors at any moment, and despite not knowing what you looked like, Yoongi felt a magnetic pull toward your essence. A belief that he would recognize you instantly, not by features but by a shared understanding.

With a sigh, Yoongi closes your journal, his fingers lingering on the frayed edges. It’s a talisman of hope, a reminder that there are others navigating the same shadows, searching for themselves in the folds of life.

Yoongi stir the rice absently, watching the butter swirl and melt, each movement drawing him deeper into your thoughts. What would he wish for if he could release a desire into this bowl? Would it be for clarity, for the courage to uncover the parts of him that remain hidden?

The door creaks open, a gust of warm night air blows through the small shop, and Yoongi's heart races. He looks up, breath hitching, but it’s just a couple of drunk patrons stumbling in for their midnight fix. Disappointment settles in his chest, but he shake it off.

As the clamor of their laughter fades into the background, Yoongi focuses back on the rice before him. Perhaps, like you, Yoongi too was leaving a piece of himself in this bowl—an offering to the universe, a small hope tucked away to be rediscovered later.

Yoongi picks up his spoon and takes a bite, the taste comforting, yet laced with that familiar sense of yearning. With each mouthful, he feels the warmth of possibility swirling within him, the kind that makes you believe that one day, perhaps soon, you’ll find your way back to the parts of you that have been lost.

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll find you waiting at the same table.

Author's Note: Wow, I finally updated this story after so long. I was debating whether I should continue with this little series or not. But like most authors, I have self-doubt and worry about my writing. But anyway I hope everyone enjoys it :)

[bigmilk-13]

CSOC WEEK: DAY 2

Prompt: Mission

The Condottiero Armour Caper

By bigMilk_13

Only posted on Tumblr

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VENICE, ITALY- 3:00am

Location: V.I.L.E Jet

Honestly, things could not be getting any worse.

Firstly, she was paired with Tigress of all people and Coach Brunt knows both of them hate eachother! But does that stop her? Nope!

And secondly, this is a solo mission. She could've easily done this. A quick in and out for fucks sake but again no because Coach Brunt made Tigress her teammate so this will probably take 10 minutes or even more if they encounter fucking Carmen Sandiego.

Basilisk couldn't decide what was worse: her teammate or the lady in red. Honestly, she hated both of them with a burning passion so to her- they're on an equal level.

While she was quietly listening to music on an MP3 in V.I.L.E's jet, she could see Tigress pacing back and forth, presumably mulling over the plan.

It was pretty simple. Get into the Doge Museum in Venice, steal a suit of armour and get out. Not that big of a deal, well to her at least- she's studied the picture of the armour for a second and she's remembered how it looks like so she doesn't get mixed up.

One of The Cleaners turned around and looked at her. Feeling his cold stare, she looked up, caught his eye and nodded, face expressionless and indifferent. She hid her earphones and MP3 in one of her snake suit's many pockets. There were over 40 hidden- some bigger, some smaller. All closed with a magnetic zip only she could unlock.

The snake suit was called that, mainly because it was built to be like snake scales, slippery and easy to move in and of course- escape.

She had her dart gun in her holster, armed with darts filled with a deadly poison, lipophilic alkaloid batrachotoxin- incredibly rare since it came from an endagered species: the golden poison dart frog. How Dr Bellum acquired it, Basilisk has no clue since the frog's natural habitat is rainforests- and in the ones surrounding the academy, there are definitely no known poisonous creatures.

The serpent retracted her fangs and talons just as soon as she left the helicopter, feeling venom fill her veins. It wasn't lethal, but it was certainly harmful- and Tigress may be dangerous with only her talons, but Basilisk was equipped and told to kill all her life. See how the Red Thief handles that.

She smirked to herself and quickly parkoured across buildings in the dark of the night to the roof of the museum, making sure to tell Tigress to take care of cameras by going to the security room, of which she wasn't happy about.

"Why do I have to do the boring work while you sneak in and do the fun stuff?" She grumbled angrily towards Basilisk through their com-links. The serpent slid down onto windowsill, picked at the lock and rolled her eyes.

"Because you sneaking in would cause too much alarm if anyone sees you. I'm the shadow of the academy, no one knows me by face- or by mask, really." She pointed out. The tech-mask she had worked both as a pair of glasses and night vision goggles, but also had a built-in fan and scanner, seeing to distinguish a fake from the real thing.

She could hear Tigress huff and go back to sneaking into the camera room, which she did surprisingly quickly and also managed to knock the security men out cold.

After getting the confirmation from Tigress that all cameras were down, Basilisk had around 10 minutes to complete her task, which was too much in her opinion but no matter. The more time, the better, she thought.

She dropped down from the window, landing in a low position in the middle of the Armoury. It was completely empty and dark, the shadows playing tricks on her mind. But in the middle stood a stand, encased in glass, obviously the star of the show. Now, thanks to the light from the moon coming in through the windows, brightening the walls of the hall, she could see posters and long banners, presenting the armour for what it is. A small gasp came from her mouth when she finally read the name.

"Brunt wants us to steal this? The armour that belonged to il Gattamelata?"

"Um... who the fuck is that?" Came over from the coms. Basilisk rolled her eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Erasmo Stefano da Narni. A famous italian mercenary from the 15th century. "

The line went quiet as Basilisk admired the suit of armour... but something was off. She could feel it.

"Wait, what's a mercenary?" a confused voice came over the coms and the Serpent mentally facepalmed. She quietly explained, while picking at the locks on the glass, opening it and stuffing the armour away into her bag.

"Mercenaries were basically soldiers working for foreign countries. Say, a Spaniard working in the British Army... or An Italian working for the Germans."

Basilisk closed the glass case and locked it. Luckily she had gloves on so no finger prints would be left at the scene. She quickly hopped out of the window she came in from and ran across the rooftops, stopping when she could see the sea- then contacted Tigress.

"I have the stuff, meet me at the end of the rooftops."

There was no answer and Basilisk raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Okay that was weird.

A grunt was heard over coms and she instantly knew that Carmen Sandiego had caught up to them and thought Tigress was doing a solo mission, like always.

Well, this time she was wrong.

"Kinda busy now, but if you could get your ass over here it would be appreciated." An out of breath Tigress shouted through to Basilisk.

"Where am I gonna put the armour then? I can't fucking take it." Basilisk was not going to let Tigress ruin the mission with her inability to not be a reprehensible shit goblin.

"Leave it then." She hissed

Basilisk groaned and took out her dart gun, running towards the Palace museum and finding the location of the security room. Then she stopped abruptly when she was just outside.

As much as she despised Carmen, she was the only worthy opponent they had. Killing her would make stealing... less fun and risky.

Basilisk rolled her eyes and holstered the dart gun. She retracted her talons and turned her tech-mask on.

She entered the museum through a corridor window and heard fighting coming from one of the exhibition halls. She ran towards the sound, stopping and taking in what was going on.

Sandiego was injured, quite severely. Blood seeped through her suit and her whole face was bruised. It looked like she had long scratch marks on her back.

Basilisk saw that, even though The Red Thief was battered badly, Tigress was even worse. She was lying on the ground, struggling to get up- probably because she had a broken ankle.

The serpent entered silently through the shadows, unnoticed by the two women in front of her. The venom pulsed in her veins but she decided that it's no use attacking and taking her opponent to V.I.L.E-

Who would cause an imminent threat to them anyways? Plus, she'd much rather be challenged and take victory fairly, then outmatch all her enemies. That was boring.

She walked in, moonlight seeping through the windows since it was definitely past midnight now. The reflections created a spotlight onto her. Underneath the tech-mask, Basilisk smirked as both women noticed her.

"Oooo, what a pleasure to meet the elusive Carmen Sandiego. Allow me to introduce myself..." She bowed mockingly, never taking her eyes of La Femme Rouge. "The name's Basilisk." She stood upright and she could see that Carmen was indeed unimpressed, and raised an eyebrow at her antics.

The serpent chuckled darkly.

"My apologies. That was weird, wasn't it?"

Her façade fell and she cracked her knuckles.

"Leave Tigress alone, and i'll give you the armour..." She held up the bag, "...or suffer the consequences of my venom."

Carmen tensed at the mention of some kind of venom. Who did this person think she was? But she accepted the offer with a nod.

Basilisk smirked and went to pick up Tigress by the arm roughly, to show that she was pretty pissed. In a split second, she saw Carmen try make a move and punch her in the face. She saw it coming but she let Carmen do so, and nearly break her knuckles on her rock hard mask.

Carmen withdrew her arm and cradled it with a pained expression. Basilisk turned to her.

"Well, that was unfortunate, wasn't it? As if it'll give you the armour now that you tried to attack me."

Carmen grimaced and shrugged.

"Worth a shot, though."

They laughed and put Tigress' arm around their shoulders, carrying her away but not without saying a final word to Carmen.

"Arrivederci, Miss Sandiego. Til we meet again, right?"

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[artemisrogers]

Stone Cold Crazy Lars Ulrich x OC (age gap, food, Vanilla play and Load/Reload era)

Diamond Newsted doesn't know how to express the feelings she has for Lars. When she ends up seeing Lars kissing Kirk she shuts herself in, but little does Diamond realize the truth gets revealed.

I couldn't be any more uncomfortable with everything right now. My social anxiety was high and I fiddled with my fingers. I was sitting next to James and across from Kirk at the restaurant, while Lars was at the end of the table in the booth in a chair. Dad sat next to Kirk and everyone was talking to each other. It was a few hours after the concert so the energy was still high. I mixed my drink again for the fifth time in the past 30 mins I've been in here!

Of course I had to distract myself from the fact that Lars was here. I really liked Lars but of course I'm too much of a scary cat to tell him or anyone that, not even Dad. Dad shot me a look asking with his eyes if I'm ok? I gave him a soft smile and felt my stomach drop when I heard Lars' cute laugh, at some corny joke Kirk made. I just wanted to eat and get out of here at this point, as I let my hair fall in my face to hide my blush. One day I'll confess.

After a late dinner and a few drinks we finally took the bus back home. I was about to sit in my seat when I looked back at Lars. I saw what I was hoping wouldn't happen, as Kirk kissed Lars once right on his pink lips. Sitting down a little too hard I winced in pain as I felt my tailbone hit the plastic on the seat. James shot me a look of confusion at my actions.

Great.

Lars kissed Kirk. Kirk! I felt an emotion that I didn't think existed as I glared daggers out the window. I didn't want him to be with Kirk, Lars was supposed to be my man! My little Dainish man, but no I had to keep my mouth shut like a bitch. Once we got home I went upstairs a little bit too fast hoping no one noticed. I closed my door and cursed when I heard it slam shut. Shit, I just had to draw attention to myself and let people know I'm hurt and jealous.

Listening for any signs of people coming twoaefs my room. I decided to go to my dresser and open the one drawer I had, specifically for if I was stressed, in a bad mood, or just hungry. Sometimes I either don't or forget to eat. I took out my can of wip cream and a thing of tapioca pudding. I sat back on my bed and enjoyed my little treat shaking the can of wip cream and squeezing the fluffy food on the pudding. I know that Dad and everyone knows I have snack and shit like that in my room, but I still feel self conscious about it.

A soft sigh escaped my mouth as I had my dessert. About fifteen minutes go by and I'm on my third pudding so I know I'm stressed out like a cat and a vacuum cleaner. I almost dropped my spoon and empty pudding cup when, I heard a knock on my door. Quickly shoving the closed wip cream under my blankets and tossing the spoon and cups in my bin to kick under my bed. I gave whoever it was permission to come in.

I swallowed softly as Lars Opened my door. I could never get over how handsome he was! Those blue eyes always full of emotions and thoughts. Perfect lips that I crave to taste. I pulled myself back to reality as to not give him any hints of how much I wanted him in that moment. I felt the jealousy hit me like a freight train and almost said something.

"Hey Diamond you have a couple of minutes?"

"Y-yeah what's up?" I stuttered.

"Well it's kinda important. I know it's kinda gonna sound crazy and shit, but I can't ignore how I feel around you anymore." He said running his fingers through his hair nervously his cheeks turning a bright pink. It dawned on me that he was confessing his feelings for me. Right to my face!

"You l-like me?!"

"Yes Diamond, a lot more than you think. I can't stop staring at you, it's like your a magnet towards me. Pulling me in and falling harder for you." Lars said smiling sheepishly.

That's when my intrusive thought kicked in and I leaned in and kissed his cheek. Quickly pulling away I blushed red as a tomato. Lars' eyes widened for a sec then he softly chuckled at my kiss. What I didn't expect was for him to get up and close the door quietly, nevermind locking it as well. I looked down my heart beating fast as a rabbit. I felt him sit back on the bed and grab my chin making me look up at him.

"Look at me darling, I know what's going on behind those beautiful eyes of yours. I'm more than willing to do that if you're comfortable with that."

I couldn't believe what he just offered to me. My hips shifted as I scooted a little bit to him. Completely forgotten about the wip cream can I jump. Lars caught a glimpse of the lump under my comforter and smirked. Fuck even his smirk was hot! I felt myself clench my thighs as I bit my lip.

"Hiding something I should know about?"

"Just um...a wip cream can." I said my voice cracking softly.

Lars laughed softly at my little display as he pulled back the sheets and grabbed the can. My eyes watched curiously at his movements. Lars grabbed my left arm and pulled up my sleeve of my shirt, exposing my forearm to him. He sprayed a little line of whip cream on my forearm and leaned down to slowly lick it off me. I gasped softly feeling his warm tongue slide up my forearm.

"You like that lille blomst?" Lars said speaking dainish.

Little flower.

I nodded my words stuck in my throat. He took that as a yes from me and tiled my head and pushed my hair back so my neck was exposed to him. I licked my dry lips my breath shallow. Again he put some on my neck and began to suck my neck this time. A moan escaped me, my nipples hardened under my top. Lars pulled away and traced the mark he made on my neck.

"So fucking responsive to me. I have a feeling you like it rough."

"I'm not sure. I-im still new to all of this." I confessed. Lars' eyes showed me that he understood what I meant.

"You're a virgin? Or you never had experience with a Dom before?"

"I'm not a virgin. I just never been with someone this kinky before."

"Ah I understand, well how about this? We'll start vanilla for the first time, then work up to rough sex in the future ja?" Lars said as his hand ran down my chest.

I nodded and feeling bold took the whipped cream can from him. I looked in his eyes as if asking permission to even look at him. Lars chuckled and held out his arm. I sprayed some on like he did and licked it off his forearm, causing a soft moan to come out of him. I felt him pull me into his lap as I straddled his hips. He leaned in and kissed me deeply his tounge seeking entrance in my mouth.

His taste is just as good as I imagined it would be! Sweet from the whip cream with a hint of whiskey from earlier. I felt his hands go under my shirt and run down my spine. I felt the heat of my pussy and pulse of my clit, causing me to moan softly against his neck. Lars growled softly in my ear as he unclasped my bra underneath my shirt.

"Such a good girl. Let me take care of you tonight." Lars said as he pulled out my white strapless bra.

A soft moan left my lips again when I felt my hard nipples, stick up after being covered up. I need to feel him inside me. Lars grinded his hips against me eliciting a whimper when I felt, his erection. Lars said something to me in Dainish again. I loved hearing him speak his native tongue.

"I need you Lars."

"I need you too lille blomst." Lars said his voice was rough with need.

Sitting me back on the bed he stripped down to his boxers, giving me a good view of his body. I wanted to touch and explore him so badly that, I made grabby hands like a child with their parents. I heard Lars make a clicking noise wagging his finger at me. I let out a whiny noise at his denying, I knew he was teasing me trying to get me riled up.

"Strip."

"Y-yes sir." I said as I pulled off my top and bottoms leaving my damp pink panties on.

I heard him hiss softly as his eyes raked my body. I'm not much to look at with my small breasts and kinda fat but still flat tummy. I whimpered his name loudly as he grabbed both my breasts, squeezing and running his rough fingers over my nipples. I was practically soaked in my panties as he kissed and nipped my skin.

"Fuck your gorgeous lille blomst. I can't wait to taste you."

"hah ngh Lars."

"Aw so needy! Just the way I like my submissives." He teased slowly pulling my panties off exposing my wet pussy.

He groaned his breath hot against my cunt. I wanted to see what was under his boxers.

I put my hands on his back, his skin soft and warm. I moaned his name loudly when I felt his tongue plunge into my cunt's wetness. In and out he lapped up my juices, making me make all kinds of sounds I didn't think would come out of me. I hoped that no one could hear us. My nails dug into his back and I moaned his name as I came hard.

"Mmm you taste so good when you cum baby. I can't wait any longer."

Lars sat up and pulled his boxers down his hard cock standing at the ready. Fuck he's big! I clenched my thighs again my breathing in short gasps. Lars gently grabbed my ankles and spread my legs open wide. I whimpered my clit swollen and my pussy glistened. I heard him groan in the back of his throat.

"Such a pretty pussy. Don't worry I'll be gentle Lillie blomst." Lars said as he got in-between my legs and pushed inside me slowly.

I moaned as I adjusted to his size and girth. Once I was comfortable he slowly thrusts his hips hitting my g-spit every time. I finally was having sex with him, my danish boy. I gripped his shoulders trying to push him deeper in only to, feel him gripped my hips tightly. He thrusted faster still gentle with me and his soft grunts and my sounds filled my room.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna cum. Ohh fuck!" Lars moaned as he let out a grunt as I felt his dick pulsing inside me.

As he filled me up both of us heard a knock at the door making me panic. Lars shushed me thrusting once finishing emptying his load inside me. I heard the door open and Kirk swearing. I tried not to breath and Lars kissed my neck helping me relax.

"Jesus Christ Lars! Y'all know what a lock is?!"

"Aw shucks maybe I forgot."

"You know what nevermind I'll talk to you later." Kirk said mumbling under his breath as he closed the door. Both of us softly laughed as he pulled his softening cock out of me. I was happy that this happened to me. I felt Lars kissing my lips as I kissed him back.

"You want to go for round two?"

"Y-yes please!"

[sepipainting]

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Even Paint Disbursement and Coverage:

Electrostatic paint application uses positive and negative charges to apply paint to prevent overspray and ensure an even application. This technique works by creating an electrostatic field between the object and the paint. The grounded object (the object to be painted) is positively charged to attract the negatively charged paint molecules to its surface. The grounded object acts like a magnet, pulling the paint into all angles, joints, and crevices, forcing even disbursement and, therefore, complete coverage of the paint. For those in Naples, electrostatic spray painting provides a reliable method to achieve flawless results on intricate metal surfaces.

Preventing Overspray:

One of the significant benefits of electrostatic painting is its ability to minimize overspray. Traditional spray-painting methods often result in excess paint particles floating away from the target surface, leading to waste and mess. The electrostatic field ensures that nearly all the paint adheres to the surface, reducing waste and creating a cleaner working environment. This benefit is particularly advantageous for large-scale projects in Pensacola where efficiency and cleanliness are paramount.

Ideal for Intricate Metal Surfaces:

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Conclusion:

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[satyadevind]

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[draftmare]

Sunscreen! I know that summer is almost over, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't stop thinking about sunscreen. I wanted to make a quick post about two sunscreen products that I have recently fallen in love with.

The first one for Sydney, who has a very pink nose. This summer I decided to ditch the long nose on her fly mask because with her allergies it seemed to honestly be causing more harm than good, and instead just slather her in sunscreen. It took some trial and error, and at one point her nose was looking really, really rough. Thankfully half way through July I found this stuff through the magic of FB ads:

Turns out one of the other riders at the barn uses it, and she gave it a thumbs up, which is good because I had already ordered it at that point. I put it on her at night, and it seems to last through to the next day, because her nose has not been the angry pink that it was before I started using this. I am about 1/3rd of the way through the 1 pound jar, and I am not shy about how much I smear on her nose, and she has a lot of nose to cover.

I COULD NOT get their website to accept my payment information. Not on my phone, my iPad, or my computer, so I ended up buying it from Valley Vet.

The other sunscreen product I have recently fallen in love with is Hawaiian Tropic Sheer Touch sunscreen.

When it comes to sunscreen, this stuff isn't cheap, at least in my mind, at $12 a bottle, but it goes on sooooo smooth, soaks in cleaner than a lotion, and doesn't leave your skin feeling greasy. The smell is meh, but it does dissipate after a bit. I have been using the spray on sunscreens for YEARS because I hate how sunscreens make me feel greasy, sticky, and like a dirt magnet at the barn, but this stuff is now my go-to for sunscreen. It actually seems to attract dirt even less than the spray on sunscreen, which is awesome. I have been really trying to up my sunscreen game lately, putting it on even before I walk my dog or go to run errand and know I will be wanting to drive with my windows down. A lot of people close to me have had skin cancer scares with having to have spots removed and biopsied, and a good friend lost her mom to skin cancer that metastasized to her brain, which seems to be a common place for it to go, sadly. Not trying to live my life in fear, but definitely trying to protect one of the biggest organs of the body (yes, your skin is considered an organ, so weird!)

[martlet-of-snowdin]

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[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | Mick Schumacher

Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that's why, for the first time in forever, he threw carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

Warnings: explicit language, smut, alcohol, angst, and so on, please check each chapter's warnings before reading.

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (she/her)

Soundtrack: here

Series status: complete

A/n: I do not permit my work to be reposted on a different platform. This is my only account, if you see my work somewhere else, please let me know!

Psa. The pics from the social media chapter are not mine.

CHAPTERS

01. siblings or dating (smau)

02. cookies and free rides (smau)

03. breakfast dates and shared clothes (smau)

04. the first time they met (regular c.)

05. shoulder and sugar to lean on (regular c.)

06. paris fashion week and china gp (smau)

07. sharing playlists and history (regular c.)

08. sightseeing and race-week-dump (smau)

09. sharing is caring (regular c.)

10. privacy sign at the door (regular c.)

11. he's got a girlfriend (smau)

12. gathering the fam (smau)

13. spotted and discovered (smau)

14. the past comes to say hello (smau)

15. our love is a secret I'm trying to keep (regular c.)

16. closing doors (regular c.)

17. tulips, just like in Switzerland (smau)

18. red carnations and home (regular c.)

19. not alone tonight (smau)

20. closure, and packing (regular c.)

21. through their eyes (smau)

22. jealousy, jealousy (regular c.)

23. the most beautiful time of the year (smau)

24. king of my heart (regular c.)

DRABBLES & HEADCANONS & EXTRAS

creating a shared playlist

meeting Corinna and Gina

telling Lewis about Mick

Mick defending Yn from a mean journalist

slow mornings together

to build a home ✷

getting matching tattoos

💌 texts between mick and yn

oklahoma, memes, and pov

drivers room's nap, and tis the damn season

©thisismeracing do not copy, steal, or translate my work.

[renavie]

Suvi felt her heart quicken as she approached Enver Gortash's office. The knot of unease tightened in her gut. Despite her internal protests, the invitation had intrigued her far more than it disturbed her. After all, hadn't she decided a cleaner break with her past was necessary? A new path, unburdened by the whispered shadows of a half-forgotten Bhaal-tainted legacy?

The door creaked open. Gortash's quarters emanated a strange mix of cold efficiency and lavish opulence. Gilded sconces cast an amber glow upon the rich tapestries and dark wood paneling. The man himself stood facing the vast window overlooking Baldur's Gate, his back to her.

"Took you long enough," he said, his voice low and rumbling, tinged with amusement.

"You extended the invitation. It would have been rude to refuse," she responded, striving to keep her voice steady.

He turned. Enver Gortash was a man whose presence demanded attention. Strikingly handsome, with sharp cheekbones and eyes the color of molten silver, he exuded an aura of both magnetism and subtle menace. A predatory grace laced his movements as he approached. Even with the mask of amnesia shielding her, a disquieting familiarity tugged at the edges of her awareness.

"True," he purred, his gaze sweeping over her. "But you could have rejected it and yet here you are…it’s a surprise, given that I warned you about the Iron Throne" he wanted to sound angry however there was something more in his voice. Something she didn’t understand.

“I did what was right” he glared at her, almost laughing to himself.

“Right?” he said mockingly “Don’t make me laugh! You, the merciless assassin, making the streets red…talking about morals?”

“Yes,” she responded firmly “the person you knew is gone…I no longer want to be driven by the urges, I want to be me”

More in the link~!

[notalexhorne]

Boy, I really gave a mouse a cookie just now, and am absolutely exhausted for it.

I noticed that the laptop that is hooked up to the TV and used for watching foreign programming was dusty and gross, so I got up to clean it off. Then I figured, might as well dust off the TV while I'm at it.

And then, while I was cleaning the TV, I remembered that the window by the front door is a bit gross and needs cleaning, so I took the Windex over there. Except it was more than just the window. The giant vape clouds my husband breathes like a fucking dragon has made the entire window, and blinds, and the curtain all sticky as fuck, so I wound up scrubbing the whole area down. Which also alerted me to the presence of a disgusting amount of cobwebs, which are best tackled with the vacuum cleaner.

But also, the stick that's used to keep the window from getting opened from the outside also needed to be cleaned, because it's made of wood, and is just a magnet for gross. But when I picked it up, a giant silverfish crawled out of it. So I took it to the bath, silverfish and all, and bleached the fuck out of it. Get bleached, silverfish. That's now sitting outside to dry in the sun.

And now, an hour later, my husband is annoyed with me, because he's wondering why I waited until right after he woke up to do this. But it's because I didn't notice the laptop needed dusting off until right after he woke up.