🎃 Kinktober - Day Four: Caçador/presa Com Enzo Vogrincic.
🎃 kinktober - day four: caçador/presa com enzo vogrincic.
— aviso: dark romance, stalker!enzo, menção à sexo e masturbação, homicídio e violência, menção à autoextermínio. NÃO LEIA SE FOR SENSÍVEL. (+18).
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— notas: eu não sou estudante de psicologia, então provavelmente pode ter alguns conceitos errados ao longo do texto. é tudo ficção, manas e manos. às psicólogas do site: minhas desculpas caso haja um erro muito grotesco!! não é um smut. uma coisa meio Mavi de Mania de Você.
a cabeça latejava como se as têmporas estivessem sido apertadas pelas mãos de um gigante impiedoso. os olhos lutavam para continuarem abertos, embora a luz branca do consultório parecesse tirar sarro do seu esforço. o som da caneta deslizando pelo papel também não ajudava em nada. você estava considerando parar de anotar o que o paciente lhe dizia, mas seria falta de educação.
"Enzo, eu preciso que você me dê mais detalhes da sua infância. você fica repetindo que as coisas eram muito difíceis, mas você ainda não disse como as coisas eram difíceis." seu tom de voz sereno mascarava a dor profunda em que você se encontrava. "tudo bem por você?"
o homem bonito assentiu timidamente. era a terceira vez que você o via naquele mês e sentia que não obtivera muito sucesso nas consultas anteriores. ele respondia às perguntas e falava muito sobre coisas do dia à dia, mas costumava a ser um pouco vago sobre coisas pessoais. sempre que podia, contornava a pergunta com uma oratória impressionante.
Enzo era muito bonito. tinha cabelos longos, andava sempre com as peças de roupa impecáveis e estava sempre cheiroso. costumava usar colares e anéis e os sapatos estavam sempre limpos. tinha uma voz profunda e envolvente. um sorriso de causar suspiros e um olhar que parecia despir quem quer que fosse.
"eu fui abandonado pelos meus pais quando criança. como não tinha nenhum parente próximo, fui deixado em um orfanato." você anotou tal fato no prontuário do paciente, um pouco perplexa por ele ter escondido aquilo desde a primeira sessão. voltou a mirá-lo depois de feito, mas ele apenas se manteve em silêncio.
"e como era esse orfanato?"
"péssimo." a postura mudou. estava relaxado momentos antes e, de súbito, travara em uma posição de desconforto. os dedos batucavam no braço estofado da poltrona. "as freiras que cuidavam do orfanato não eram muito bondosas. irônico, não?"
"você acha que o abandono dos seus pais é responsável por algum mecanismo de defesa que, hoje, possa te atrapalhar na sua socialização?"
"como assim?" o uruguaio a olhou desconfiado. você conteve a vontade de sorrir. alguns pacientes demonstravam muito mais do que pensavam demonstrar.
"quando algumas pessoas são abandonadas, elas criam mecanismos de defesa para lidar com o abandono." você explicou, massageando a têmpora cuidadosamente. "por exemplo, algumas pessoas podem evitar a socialização e, consequentemente, evitar um possível abandono. outras, irão socializar, mas vão fazer absolutamente tudo que elas pensam que irá garantir a presença da outra pessoa em suas vidas. isso pode ser problemático, pois elas colocam as necessidades de outras pessoas à frente das suas."
"não acho que eu faça parte de nenhum dos casos. eu me socializo muito bem e sei respeitar meus limites."
"mas tem dificuldade para se abrir para outras pessoas." você pontuou enquanto rabiscava um desenho bobo no fim do bloco de notas. Enzo a olhou como se algo extremamente embaraçoso sobre ele houvesse sido revelado para milhões de pessoas. "está tudo bem, Enzo. isso não te faz uma pessoa melhor ou pior. estamos só pontuando algumas características sobre a sua personalidade."
um sorriso nervoso dançou nos lábios bonitos do paciente. ele voltou a relaxar, como se realizasse que não tinha como mentir para você. de uma maneira ou de outra, você descobriria todos os segredos dele.
"acho que você tem razão. eu já tive problemas relacionados à isso." ele confessou, um pouco receoso. "relacionamentos que não funcionaram porque eu me abria muito pouco. amizades, romances..."
"então você vê a necessidade de mudar essa sua característica?"
"seria bom poder confiar mais nas pessoas. acho que melhoraria muitos aspectos da minha capacidade de socializar." você sorriu. Enzo era um homem muito inteligente, afinal. você gostava dos pacientes que se mostravam aptos à mudança.
"isso é muito bom. é exatamente o tipo de pensamento que alguém deve ter ao procurar a terapia." você o encorajou, voltando a olhar para a ficha dele. "você me disse que as freiras do orfanato não eram muito solícitas. você lembra de algum episódio em específico que te faz pensar assim?"
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seu corpo colapsou na cadeira do restaurante quando você finalmente achou a mesa ocupada pelo seu noivo. Esteban retirou os olhos do celular, te dando um sorriso caridoso como forma de apoio.
"você está linda hoje."
"você é um ótimo mentiroso." você sorriu, um pouco exausta até mesmo para contrair os músculos faciais. depois de duas aspirinas, a dor de cabeça tinha até melhorado. agora restavam as dores musculares que tomavam o corpo de assalto. "você já pediu?"
"sim. pedi aquele risoto que você gosta, além desse merlot." ele apontou para a garrafa em cima da mesa. inclinou-se gentilmente para servir tanto o seu copo quanto o dele antes de brindar com você. "eu sei que é dia de semana, mas você merece."
"de acordo." você não se opôs, dando um grande gole na bebida. o corpo contraiu em um espasmo de felicidade. "tudo certo para o seu voo amanhã?"
"uhum. vai ficar bem até lá?" a canhota encontrou a sua sobre a mesa, os olhinhos brilhando de preocupação. você sorriu.
"são só cinco dias, meu amor. acho que eu aguento." Esteban sorriu, deixando um selar no anel de noivado caro.
voaria para o Chile para performar algumas cirurgias cardiotorácicas em diversos hospitais do território. o intercâmbio de saúde tinha sido proposto pelo hospital em que Esteban trabalhava e ele, como o homem empático que era, não conseguiu negar. embarcava na sexta e voltaria somente na quarta.
você sentia um pouco de chateação, mas nada além do comum. estavam noivos há pouco tempo e desde o noivado, as coisas estavam mais românticas do que nunca. era comum transarem mais do que o normal, sair para jantar mais vezes no meio das semanas turbulentas e passarem horas planejando o futuro juntos. você sabia que iria sentir falta dele enquanto ele estivesse em Santiago, mas seria por uma boa causa.
o jantar havia sido agradável, como sempre. depois de algumas taças de vinho você estava relaxada o suficiente para aproveitar o resto da noite, esta que começou no elevador do prédio em que vocês moravam. você se lembrava dos lábios de Esteban correndo pelo seu pescoço e em poucos segundos você estava na cama sendo fodida impiedosamente.
você tinha as sextas livres, então aproveitou para fazer tudo que podia depois de levar o noivo no aeroporto. participou de uma aula de pilates, levou os cachorros para passear e decidiu ir até o supermercado mais próximo para repor a dispensa de casa.
estava carregando um saco pesado de ração quando os seus olhos encontraram os dele. era Enzo, o seu paciente do dia anterior. te olhava como se fosse proibido. alguns pacientes não se sentiam muito confortáveis em ver os seus terapeutas fora do consultório.
você sorriu timidamente antes de voltar a procurar pelo seu carrinho. Enzo, lutando contra o desconforto, se aproximou para ajudá-la.
"isso parece pesado." ele ofereceu os braços fortes e você colocou o saco de ração nas mãos dele, agradecendo pela gentileza.
"e muito." você voltou a procurar pelo carrinho, achando-o um pouco distante de onde você o deixara. alguém provavelmente o tinha empurrado. "você mora por aqui?"
"não... eu vim visitar um amigo que mora no bairro e pensei em comprar alguma bebida para não chegar de mãos vazias." ele colocou as mãos nos bolsos, voltando ao estado de desconforto anteriormente. "você está noiva?"
você olhou para as suas mãos, sentindo-se pega. geralmente, tirava a aliança quando atendia os pacientes. gostava de deixar claro o limite entre razão-emoção quando atendia. não queria que os pacientes ficassem envolvidos demais em detalhes sobre a sua vida pessoal.
"sim, fazem alguns meses." você brincou com a aliança. não tinha muito mais sobre o que falar. "obrigada pela ajuda, Enzo."
"não há de quê." ele sorriu, gentil. você se afastou dele lentamente depois de se despedir.
Vogrincic assistiu enquanto você se afastava. estava tão linda naquele conjunto de academia, com os cabelos presos em um rabo de cavalo desleixado. podia ver a sua nuca muito bem, o que lhe causava arrepios. cada pedaço seu era tão perfeito quanto o outro.
não pôde descrever o sentimento que o tomou quando viu a sua aliança. exibia uma pedra oval solitária, o ouro branco reluzindo contra as luzes fosforescentes do supermercado. ele sabia que você era noiva, claro que sabia. mas ainda doía vê-la exibir o anel com tanta felicidade.
era uma tarde de agosto quando Enzo te viu pela primeira vez sentada em um café com algumas de suas amigas. estava bebendo café e comendo um bolo cheio de cobertura de chocolate. ele se lembrava como seus lábios envolviam a colher tão satisfatoriamente. como seu anel de noivado brilhava na sua mão esquerda. como estava linda na blusa de gola alta.
não conseguiu evitar os instintos que há muito lutava contra. tinha que saber mais sobre você.
a seguiu pelo resto do dia. passeou pelo shopping enquanto via você e as amigas entrarem em lojas e mais lojas. assistiu uma das amigas tirar uma foto do prato quando decidiram almoçar em um restaurante caro demais e não tardou em abrir o Instagram, procurando pela localização do ambiente. nos stories que contavam com a localização, estava o prato da sua amiga. clicou no perfil, avançando entre posts e destaques até que achasse uma foto sua e, claro, seu perfil. você tinha o perfil privado e aquilo o fez gostar mais de você. não era burra como as outras.
quando se certificou de que você estava de volta a sua casa em segurança, pegou um táxi para o próprio apartamento. lá, a obsessão começou. passou horas procurando pelo seu nome. encontrou a clínica que você trabalhava, além dos diversos trabalhos de iniciação científica que você já tinha publicado. encontrou uma notícia em um site de fofoca de socialites que falava sobre o seu noivado. aparentemente, seu noivo vinha de uma linhagem de médicos famosos em Buenos Aires. marcou uma consulta com a sua secretária. não era nada barato, mas valeria cada centavo. poderia te conhecer melhor ou, até mesmo, fazer com que você se interessasse por ele. Enzo sabia que era bonito. não era difícil conquistar nenhuma mulher se ele quisesse bastante.
Vogrincic recordou-se da última vez em que tinha mergulhado em uma obsessão daquele jeito. tinha sido em Montevidéu. a garota era tão linda. uma colega de classe com quem ele tinha o prazer de dividir trabalhos e atividades. era sempre gentil, compartilhando suas anotações com ele e o incluindo nos grupos de seminários. estava sempre cheirosa, sempre bem arrumada. ele tinha se apaixonado tão perdidamente.
começara a segui-la para as festas, jogos universitários, bares e qualquer outro lugar que contasse com a presença dela. passara semanas e semanas enviando flores e poemas para o seu dormitório. às vezes, quando tinha medo de que alguém fosse machucá-la, ficava rondando o prédio de dormitórios femininos para que ficasse ligado em qualquer atividade suspeita. sentia-se como um herói misterioso.
até ela descobrir.
lembrava-se bem do olhar de descrença, do medo, de como ela não queria que ele se aproximasse. implorou para que ele parasse de persegui-la, mas ela não conseguia entender que era, basicamente, impossível. ele estava envolvido demais e não conseguiria parar. não agora.
então, seguiu com a loucura. não conseguia se conter. quando tentava ficar trancado em seu próprio dormitório, era como se uma crise de abstinência o atacasse. o coração batia forte dentro do peito, as mãos suavam e a cabeça doía sem parar. a garganta ficava seca e embora tomasse litros e litros de água, estava sempre com sede. não conseguia dormir sem pensar nela. não conseguia focar nas atividades da faculdade. não conseguia nem mesmo respirar.
a odisseia durou até que a garota fora encontrada no seu dormitório sem vida. tinha tomado diversas cartelas de opioides e escrito uma longa carta culpando Enzo pelo seu suicídio. ela não entendia que aquela era uma forma de carinho. um jeito de dizer que se importava, que queria cuidar dela quando mais ninguém queria.
foi obrigado a se mudar para Buenos Aires logo em seguida. se transferiu para uma nova faculdade para que pudesse terminar o curso e nunca mais teve coragem de pisar em Montevidéu. ainda se lembrava de como as pessoas reagiram quando o encontraram pelos corredores da faculdade.
“monstro”.
monstro? monstruosidade era abandonar as pessoas. deixá-las para trás com nada além de inseguranças e medos. o que ele fazia era amor. cuidado. estava ali para mostrar à ela que sempre estaria ao seu lado, que sempre cuidaria de tudo. que nunca a abandonaria.
durante o seu tempo em Buenos Aires não encontrou ninguém que despertasse aquele interesse. é claro, vez ou outra se apaixonava rapidamente por uma qualquer e era obrigado à descobrir tudo sobre a vida dela. mas, nenhuma o deixava preso o suficiente para que pudesse amar novamente. as mulheres eram tão fúteis e superficiais na capital.
até que ele encontrou você. você era tão bonita, mas, ao mesmo tempo, tão centrada. você era tão inteligente e empática. tão humilde e tão trabalhadora. leal, viajada, sorridente. você tinha uma vida da qual ele queria fazer parte. você voltou a representar o ideal de felicidade na cabeça dele.
e agora ele não podia mais viver sem você.
as primeiras sessões não tinham dado em lugar algum. você era uma profissional muito boa e ele tinha que lutar para não fugir do personagem. conseguia compreender que se dissesse certas coisas, acabaria lhe assustando como tinha assustado as outras pessoas. mesmo que uma vez ou outra ele pensasse que você o aceitaria por ser uma psicóloga, sempre se acovardava no final.
no entanto, estava se tornando impossível ficar longe de você. se deu conta disso quando a viu cruzar as ilhas do supermercado de um lado para o outro exibindo o colo naquele lindo dia de primavera. era fisicamente impossível não te querer.
sabia que o seu noivo estava fora da cidade. lia cada notícia sobre ele, além de acompanhar a rede sociais dos amigos do casal. ele estava no Chile assim como outros médicos do hospital em que ele trabalhava. e você estava ali, abandonada.
isso o encheu de uma raiva crescente. se você fosse noiva dele, jamais te abandonaria. cuidaria de você dia após dia. você sempre voltaria para um lar cheio de amor e cuidado.
Enzo se deliciava com a imaginação de ser o seu noivo. o seu hobby favorito depois do trabalho era pensar em você. apagava as luzes do quarto, acendia velas, escolhia o vinil favorito dos maiores hits de Ray Charles para tocar e mergulhava nos pensamentos que envolviam você. como cozinharia para você todas as manhãs e noites, como te daria massagens diárias quando você chegasse em casa cansada demais, como te foderia com paixão...
os sonhos sujos eram os mais vívidos. conseguia esculpir o seu corpo na argila que era a própria mente quase que perfeitamente. sabia de cor como eram as suas curvas, o formato e tamanho dos seus seios, como suas mãos eram lindas e ficariam mais lindas o envolvendo. sentia-se mal por pensar em você daquele jeito. mas, era inevitável. enquanto não pudesse te ter completamente, só restaria a imaginação. e aqueles momentos a sós com a própria criatividade passaram a ser seus movimentos favoritos.
acordava ereto mais vezes do que o normal. sempre se aliviava debaixo da água gelada do chuveiro, como uma forma de punição por tal ato tão promíscuo. raramente, quando bebia mais do que devia, o fazia na cama, pensando em você.
decidiu que aquele fim de semana seria o melhor momento para tentar uma aproximação. seu noivo estaria fora da cidade e ele sabia que você não resistiria ao charme. podia ser um bom ator quando queria. havia aperfeiçoado a arte ao longo dos anos em que passara em Buenos Aires se relacionando com uma garota ou outra.
precisava escolher cuidadosamente. assumiu que você provavelmente veria as amigas em algum bar ou qualquer lugar onde ele pudesse se aproximar respeitosamente. se apresentaria para suas companhias, que ficariam embasbacadas por sua beleza, seria simpático até que elas o convidassem para sentar. seria encantador. ela veria como você melhor que Estebán.
era esse o plano. estava comprometido a segui-lo e tinha até mesmo se liberado das tarefas do fim de semana para que pudesse te seguir para qualquer lugar que fosse. se você não tivesse estragado tudo.
era sábado, um pouco mais de uma da tarde, quando você deixou a sua casa. estava linda como sempre. de camisa social larga, shorts jeans e um tênis confortável. exibia a aliança ostensivamente com um par de brincos que combinavam. as mãos de Enzo agarraram o volante do carro com certo desconforto. a primeira coisa que faria quando estivesse com você, seria destruir aquele pedaço de aliança insignificante.
a seguiu pela rua, parando o carro em frente à um café metros da sua casa. um homem de cabelos curtos e sobrancelhas grossas esperava na porta por você. sorriu ao vê-la, a beijou no rosto carinhosamente e abriu a porta para que você entrasse. foi quando o sangue do uruguaio começou a ferver.
você estava tão confortável com aquele outro homem. quem era ele? você estava traindo o seu noivo e Enzo não havia descoberto? como você era tão estúpida de encontrá-lo em um café tão próximo da sua casa? e se alguém os visse ali? Vogrincic te amaldiçoou por minutos seguidos de minutos, se arrependendo por um dia ter te achado inteligente. você era desleixada, imperfeita, falha. e ele odiava ainda mais a si mesmo por ainda continuar te amando tão incondicionalmente.
deu partida no SUV para que evitasse mirar aquela cena constrangedora. não seria testemunha dos seus casos ilícitos.
a tarde com Fernando tinha sido agradável, como sempre. quando você e Estebán anunciaram a data do casamento na última semana para amigos mais próximos, Contigiani não tardou em entrar em contato. gostaria de organizar uma despedida de solteiro - com a permissão da noiva, é claro - e comprar um presente especial para Estebán. eram amigos desde crianças e você estava extasiada em fazer parte da surpresa. Fernando e alguns outros amigos tinham escolhido presentear Kuku com uma viagem para sua adega favorita da Itália e vocês tinham passado toda a tarde ajeitando os últimos detalhes da viagem.
depois que alguns outros amigos se juntaram a vocês, a reunião virou um encontro despretensioso que tinha resultado em diversos drinques no bar mais próximo. eram sete horas da noite quando você finalmente se despediu dos amigos com a desculpa de que tinha que alimentar os cachorros.
quase como um mecanismo programado, pegou o celular na bolsa enquanto andava para casa. os passos eram lentos e a necessidade de ouvir o seu noivo a consumia durante todo o dia. discou o número rapidamente, como se o pudesse fazer de olhos fechados.
"doutor Kukuriczka?" você fez a melhor voz manhosa que podia quando atendeu. "estou morrendo de saudades. o que você recomenda?"
"doses homeopáticas do seu noivo." ele brincou do outro lado da linha. você sorriu, sentindo a saudade correr pelas veias. "eu estarei aí em alguns dias, não se preocupe. como foi seu dia?"
encheu os ouvidos do noivo de fofocas e mais fofocas sobre seus amigos enquanto andava pela vizinhança, cumprimentando alguns vizinhos. assim que entrou no prédio, deu falta do porteiro, mas seguiu até o elevador sem maiores preocupações. apertou o botão do seu andar.
"endocartite bacteriana em uma criança? meu Deus, amor. seu dia deve ter sido difícil." você fez um biquinho. sabia como aqueles casos o afetavam, queria abraçá-lo e prometer que tudo ficaria bem.
"o prognóstico é favorável. não se preocupe comigo, ok?" ele riu baixinho do outro lado da linha. "preocupe-se com você. eu sei que, quando não estou em casa, você quase não come direito."
"eu almocei hoje, ok? e teve salada e tudo mais." você brincou, descendo no seu andar assim que o elevador abriu. procurou a chave na bolsa, destrancando a porta com facilidade. era como se já estivesse aberta.
"sei. faça o favor e peça um jantar, também. por via das dúvidas." você gargalhou, adentrando o apartamento. procurou pelos cachorros salsichas que, geralmente, vinham à todo vapor quando você abria a porta, mas não os encontrou. "eu preciso visitar um paciente agora, ainda estou de plantão. prometo te ligar quando estiver livre."
"tudo bem, Kuku." você largou a chave na bacia de mármore onde guardava outras bobagens, correndo os olhos pela sala de estar e a sala de jantar. um cheiro diferente enchia as narinas. "eu te amo."
"também te amo, mi prometida."
quando desligou o telefone, foi como se percebesse o silêncio em que o apartamento estava mergulhado. procurou os cachorros por toda parte, os achando trancados no banheiro, batendo as patinhas na porta desesperadamente. nunca havia acontecido deles se prenderem ao mesmo tempo, o que quase lhe causou um ataque do coração (com toda a ironia que aquilo envolvia). depois que os serviu, foi para o banheiro da suíte para tomar um banho.
ligou o registro, se despindo cuidadosamente enquanto a banheira ia se enchendo com o líquido tépido. pingou alguns óleos essenciais de amêndoas que tanto gostava, aproveitando dos vapores odoríferos que embaçavam o espelho e a envolviam sutilmente. quando mergulhou o corpo na banheira, poderia jurar que ficaria ali a noite inteira.
esfregou os braços, as pernas, as costas. lembrou-se das vezes em que dividira aquele espaço ínfimo com o noivo, sentada entre as pernas dele. Estebán era tão cuidadoso em lavar os seus cabelos e acarinhar a sua pele. quase o podia senti-lo ali. fechou os olhos, imaginando-o tocando o seu corpo com tanto clamor. jurando ao pé do seu ouvido que te amava.
o cheiro estranho que sentira na sala de estar voltou a correr, desta vez, no banheiro. era um cheiro herbal, de frescor. um cheiro que você jurava conhecer, mas não se recordava de onde. cheirou o próprio corpo, procurando por resquícios de perfume dos amigos, mas não era você.
quando saiu da banheira e se enrolou no roupão felpudo, escovou os dentes e seguiu para o closet. decidiu vestir uma das camisas de Estebán e uma calcinha confortável. ninguém a veria, então não tinha nada à esconder. perfumou o corpo com um hidratante corporal e pegou o celular para pedir o jantar. quando abandonava o closet para ir em direção à cama, o ouviu.
"quem era aquele cara com quem você se encontrou hoje?"
Enzo. seu paciente Enzo, sentado na poltrona que ficava ao lado da janela. a poltrona em que Estebán lia as notícias todas as manhãs, a poltrona em que você pintava as unhas por causa da boa iluminação. seu paciente Enzo estava na sua casa.
o calor com o que o seu corpo estivera envolvido desde o banho parecia ter esvanecido. seu coração pareceu parar antes de voltar a vida com arritmias. suas mãos tremeram e o celular caiu no chão acarpetado. o que ele estava fazendo ali?
"o que você 'tá fazendo aqui?" a voz saiu trêmula, frágil, desacreditada. a silhueta tremia de medo. as mãos queriam se cobrir e as pernas, queriam correr. mas, você não conseguia fazer nada. "como você entrou?"
"eu te fiz uma pergunta primeiro. é assim que nós conversamos, não é? através de perguntas." ele a encarou como se buscasse por sua afirmação. Enzo, que era, geralmente, muito tranquilo, estava uma bagunça. os olhos injetados corriam por todo o ambiente, em perplexidade por estar na sua casa. "quem era o cara?"
os olhos dele focaram um porta-retrato que estava na mesinha ao lado da poltrona. exibia uma foto sua e de Estebán quando ele tinha se formado na residência. Enzo o pegou com delicadeza, o virando para baixo.
você decidiu que a melhor alternativa era respondê-lo. até que pudesse correr até a porta de casa ou pegar o seu telefone, responderia tudo que ele perguntasse.
"u-um amigo." você abraçou o próprio corpo com temor. "pode responder a minha pergunta agora?"
"qual das duas?" Enzo voltou a mirá-la. agora, algumas lágrimas se formavam em bolsar na linha d'água dos seus olhos.
"o que você está fazendo aqui, Enzo?"
"eu... eu tinha um plano, sabe? nesse fim de semana eu iria te mostrar que eu sou um cara legal. eu ia te conhecer melhor, ia te mostrar quem eu sou de verdade. já tinha feito diversos planos para nós." algumas lágrimas escorreram pelas bochechas avermelhadas. "até que eu te vi com outro cara. eu consigo aceitar o seu noivo, infelizmente você não me conhecia antes de se comprometer com ele. mas, um amante? não dá, não dá..."
"Enzo... eu não tenho um amante. ele era só o meu amigo." seu corpo estava retesado, tenso. não conseguia se mover nem mesmo que forçasse as suas sinapses ao máximo. estava amedrontada. "mas, você entende que isso aqui passa de todos os limites, certo? eu sou a sua psicóloga."
"não... você é o amor da minha vida." Enzo se levantou da poltrona, fazendo você estremecer. "eu sei que você é. eu já tive alguém assim na minha vida, eu me lembro da sensação. lembro de como era estar apaixonado. eu só preciso que você me conheça melhor para que você veja que eu também posso ser o amor da sua vida..."
"Enzo, eu estou noiva." você o olhou nos olhos. era como um acidente: medonho, mas que você não conseguia parar de olhar. "eu já tenho alguém que eu amo. e você com certeza vai encontrar outra pessoa... se você deixar eu me trocar nós podemos ir até o consultório e conversar lá."
"não, eu não quero ir pro consultório. eu não tenho nada para falar na terapia. você nunca reparou? eu só ia lá para te ver." ele sorriu, como se explicasse o óbvio. seu sangue tinha se tornado gelo líquido, correndo pelas suas veias. "é por isso que eu falava tão pouco... eu não tenho nenhum problema, só interesse em ver você."
Enzo se aproximou ainda mais. você não conseguia recuar. estava com medo de que, se fizesse algum movimento brusco, ele faria algo terrível com você. ele envolveu o seu rosto entre as suas mãos de maneira terna.
"eu vi o seu apartamento hoje e fiquei pensando em como seríamos felizes aqui." ele sorriu, ainda choroso. "aquilo que eu te falei sobre o abandono, isso era real. e eu estou aqui para te mostrar que eu não vou te abandonar igual o seu noivo fez. eu vou estar aqui para você, sempre."
"Enzo, você está me assustando." uma lágrima solitária escorreu pela sua bochecha.
"mas... eu te amo. eu te vi com aquele outro cara e vim pra cá imediatamente porque eu queria resolver as coisas com você. não queria te perder para outro, de novo..." ele limpou a sua lágrima com o polegar. "eu estou aqui desde uma e meia. te assisti chegar, te assisti tomar banho e tudo que eu conseguia pensar era em como eu te amo."
não sabia mais o que fazer. ele estava tão próximo. conseguia sentir o cheiro herbal invadindo suas narinas. era ele aquele tempo todo. te observando, seguindo seus passos.
"por que eu não pego um copo de água para você e a gente conversa com mais calma?" você colocou as mãos sobre as deles, as segurando antes de guiá-lo de volta até a sua poltrona. Enzo assentiu, embora parecesse relutante.
foi necessária uma força tremenda para que você controlasse os seus passos e não saísse correndo de imediato. ao chegar no corredor, pisou nas pontas do pé até a porta da entrada, procurando pela chave na bacia de mármore na mesinha ao lado. é claro que Enzo havia a escondido. você pensou se seria uma sentença de morte gritar na varanda de casa para quem quer que estivesse passando. com certeza, seria.
seguiu até a cozinha, pegando dois copos e os enchendo de água. não encheu até a borda porque, na tremedeira em que se encontrava, acabaria derramando o líquido por toda a casa. enquanto voltava para o quarto, decidiu que teria que pegar o seu celular.
Enzo estava sentado, com as mãos entre as coxas. você entregou um dos copos à ele e sentou-se na beira da cama. vislumbrou o local onde havia deixado o celular cair, mas ele também havia sido confiscado. sentiu uma súbita vontade de chorar.
"Enzo, eu entendi que você tem sentimentos por mim. e eu estou fazendo o melhor que posso para compreendê-los." você começou, dando um grande gole na água. "mas não consigo entender porque você está me fazendo de refém."
"eu já disse. eu perdi a pessoa com quem eu era apaixonado antes... não quero que o mesmo aconteça com você."
"você não vai me perder." você encarou os olhos do uruguaio. buscou pelo seu celular na mesinha ao lado da poltrona, mas não o encontrou. "mas, você compreende que não é normal aparecer na minha casa sem permissão, não é? isso me assustou."
"eu sei. mas tempos desesperados requerem medidas desesperadas."
"Enzo..." você se levantou, não acreditando no que iria fazer. talvez estivesse jogando toda a dignidade no lixo, mas era melhor do que ser morta por um filho da puta maluco. andou em direção à ele, colocando o copo d'água na mesinha antes de se sentar em um dos joelhos do homem. "eu só acho que há situações melhores para que eu te conheça bem... nós devíamos marcar um café amanhã, o que você acha?"
"e se eu te perder nesse meio tempo?" Vogrincic respirava fundo. não tinha te tocado, o que você agradeceu mentalmente. estava nervoso, um pouco embaraçado pela situação. não pensava em tirar proveito de você.
"não vai." você negou com a cabeça, o tranquilizando. deu o seu melhor sorriso diplomata para acalmá-lo. "eu só quero dormir depois de um dia longo. e te conhecer melhor amanhã. eu não quero que você sinta que precisa invadir a minha casa para falar comigo... entendeu?"
Enzo assentiu. os olhos amendoados se tornavam menos maníacos, mais compreensivos. o olhavam com tanta admiração que parecia ser palpável. poderia jurar que, se pedisse à ele pelo seu coração, ele arrancaria do peito naquele momento. também jurou que ele não a machucaria.
segurando o rosto dele com ternura, você depositou um beijo casto nos lábios dele. apesar de não sentir nada além de medo embebido em adrenalina, pôde sentir os lábios macios de Enzo contra os seus. eram quentes, incertos, um pouco tímidos. ele segurou o seu corpo com ternura antes de corresponder.
"isso te faz crente de que você não vai me perder?" você se sentia uma péssima profissional. estava usando justamente da mente para que pudesse sair daquela situação. sentia-se como se estivesse o traindo.
ele assentiu com ternura, grato pela reafirmação. era a primeira vez que Enzo se sentia correspondido e o seu coração se enchia de amor. sabia que, amanhã, faria você se apaixonar por ele. você o tinha visto hoje da maneira que ele sempre quisera ser visto. tinha te compreendido como ninguém.
"por que você não vai lavar o seu rosto antes de ir? você está um pouco nervoso, não é?" você limpou as gotículas de suor que brotavam da testa dele. Enzo riu timidamente, assentindo.
você se ergueu do colo dele, indicando o banheiro com as mãos. o seu plano era interfonar para o porteiro ou qualquer outro apartamento para pedir ajuda, mas o que você ganhou foi muito melhor.
o uruguaio puxou o celular do bolso traseiro da calça e entregou para você. com um sorriso carinhoso, você aceitou o aparelho enquanto ele se direcionava até o banheiro.
com os dedos trêmulos, o desbloqueou e enviou mensagens de socorro para Estebán, além do grupo do condomínio. lá, alguns moradores já noticiavam que o sumiço do porteiro fora suficiente para chamar a polícia. você suspirou em alívio. pediu por socorro no grupo e descreveu Enzo o melhor que pode com o pouco tempo que tinha. quando ouviu a água da torneira parar de correr, desligou o telefone e o colocou sobre a mesa.
Enzo voltou, parecendo melhor. tinha retomado a compostura e os cabelos estavam elegantemente penteados para trás. você sorriu para ele.
"está melhor assim." com cuidado, Enzo retirou a chave da sua casa do bolso da frente. "não faça mais isso, ok? sempre que quiser conversar, você pode me ligar."
"eu não tenho seu número pessoal."
"ah..." você pegou um papelzinho na mesinha ao lado da poltrona, além de uma caneta largada por ali. rabiscou alguns números aleatórios no papel e o entregou, com um sorriso. "agora você tem."
"desculpa por ter te assustado." ele confessou. "não era a minha intenção. mas, eu sei que você compreendeu. você sabe que eu queria somente o seu bem.
"eu sei..."
Enzo te entregou a chave. você o guiou pelo corredor e os seus cachorros latiram ao vê-lo. era uma presença desconhecida, e eles não gostavam disso.
"desculpa por ter trancado os seus cachorrinhos... eu fiquei com medo deles me morderem." o uruguaio sorriu envergonhado.
você teve dificuldades para enfiar a chave na fechadura, mas quando o fez, girou com força para que pudesse se libertar da prisão que virara a própria casa. deu de cara com policiais no corredor, que a miraram em surpresa e a puxaram para fora de imediato.
Enzo foi detido, ali mesmo, no chão da sala de estar. suas mãos foram algemadas e os seus direitos foram lidos. enquanto era culpado pelo assassinato do porteiro, ele pedia desculpas em um tom choroso. "eu não bati forte o suficiente para matar, só para desmaiá-lo..."
seu corpo tremia e os olhos se tornaram torneiras descontroladas que derramavam litros e litros de lágrimas enquanto Enzo se debatia violentamente para se soltar. os olhos dele encontraram os seus e você sentia a decepção correr pela feição dele.
estava tão perto do amor e aquilo fora tirado dele mais uma vez.
um policial se manteve na sua frente como medida de proteção quando o seu paciente foi levantado grosseiramente. os olhos estavam repletos de lágrimas, como os seus. ele ainda não parecia compreender que você tinha guiado os passos da polícia para o seu apartamento.
"está tudo bem, mi amor. eu vou voltar." ele assegurou com um sorriso triste. o policial o forçava para as escadarias do prédio, mas ele apresentava uma força descomunal enquanto resistia. seus olhos eram escuros, quebrados, cheios de uma força vil. "eu vou lutar pelo nosso amor."
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ʚïɞ "the sweet life" FC43
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✧₊⁺ franco colapinto x maria amelia rodriguez (female!oc)
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summary: in witch franco and maria are finally living the good life and they know how to enjoy it.
warnings: just the sweetest couple ever, cursing, some pda/making out sessions, just sad i couldn't write all their dialogs in spanish but i kinda did get a bit carried away. characters celebrating minor things like we do. there's two languages written in this and none is my native language so take it easy, i tried my best. hope you like it.
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Maria watched as her boyfriend exited the blue car, trying to stay calm and remove her big headphones with ease. Her purse was left somewhere in the box, her focus was entirely on him. She looked around, trying to find any reason not to run to him.
But she couldn't resist. Just as he was about to take off his helmet, she sped up, a big smile spreading across her face as he opened his arms. It was like nothing else mattered.
"Vamos, bebéééé! P7!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Dios mío, I can't believe this is our life now!"
"It is, baby. Best believe." he laughed, lifting her off the ground and shaking her playfully.
"You're amazing! You're the greatest! Look at you!" Maria continued to praise him, back on the floor now and holding his face between her hands. "¡Te quiero muchísimo! ¡Muchísimo! I can't wait for the race tomorrow."
"Just imagine how I feel!" he said before pecking her lips, smudging it a little in their shared joke. They had so many of these.. "Te quiero mucho más, princesa. Thank you for being here."
They went way back. Back to middle school, when Franco would tear himself apart to keep everything together. Their love had only grown stronger with time. It survived the distance when he moved to Europe for his shot, until she turned sixteen and joined him two years later. All the homesickness and challenges they faced together only strengthened their bond.
Celebrating his win felt like celebrating her own, squeezing in between her college life. Everyone in the Williams box knew that having Franco meant having Maria; they were inseparable.
So it was no surprise when he carried her back inside the box, bouncing her around like she weighed nothing before dropping her on one of the couches.
"We're celebrating tonight, huh? Let me talk to the team, and we'll set it up." he said, giving her one last kiss before messing up her hair and turning away to celebrate with the team.
It had been too long since Williams dragged a car into P7, and if you asked Maria, she'd say only Franco could take it there. It was amazing to watch the team celebrate and fool around, before the excitement cooled down and they headed back to their accommodations. It was only a matter of time until the door was locked and Maria was in her boyfriend's arms, pressed between him and the wooden door.
"When you said celebrating..." her hands roamed over his torso, her words whispered against his lips with a little smirk.
"That's exactly what I meant," Franco smiled, his hands pinning her by the waist as he pulled her in for a real kiss.
Her hands slipped around his neck, fingers brushing against his skin and into his soft curls, while his hand moved gently to her cheek, sending shivers up her spine. The room was silent except for their shared breaths, the adrenaline from Q3 qualy still pumping. In the privacy of that small space, the kiss grew more heated, like they could become one at any moment. It was a kiss that spoke of celebration and the quiet comfort of knowing they belonged to each other, no words needed.
When he started to explore her covered skin, their breaths becoming more labored, Maria chuckled at how strong she was about to be, stopping him from pulling her Williams shirt away.
A whine and a frown from her boyfriend; she almost gave in.
"Bebé... You're racing tomorrow, you need to rest," she said, holding his chin softly as he leaned into her touch, resting his head on her hand. "Don't give me those eyes! I'm taking care of you!"
"I can't believe you're doing this to me," he sighed. "I mean... I can lay back and let you do all the work! I swear to God, Maria."
"No, mi amor. No way. You qualified P7 today, I can't let that go to waste. You're laying back and sleeping, sir. Let's go shower," she said, patting his chest and waiting for him to turn around so she could follow him.
"A quickie, then?"
"Franco, no!"
"Ese, try this one. I swear it's delicious," Franco approached Maria with a plate full of small dishes he'd gathered for them to taste.
"What is this? Is this a shrimp? You know I hate shrimp!" she dodged the food he held close to her mouth, Franco insisting as he got closer.
"Mi amoooor... It's delicious! There's bacon, you'll like it!"
"The things you make me do, Jesus Cristo." she rolled her eyes, closing them so she wouldn't see the shrimp going into her mouth.
"Tell me. Delicious, huh?" Franco looked at her expectantly, celebrating with a silent "yes!" once she made a surprised face. "See!? I told you! Now try this one, this one you'll like. It's sweet, something with chocolate. Hold it."
"You guys are funny."
"Ai, Alex! Don't do that!"
Albon laughed as he came across the room to grab some water, watching the couple while they focused on chewing. They were at the Williams accommodation in the paddock, with food and beverages served before the race and that is something they always knew exactly how to act around. Free food is free dood, no matter if you’re a teenager trying life in another continent or a good surprise in Formula One.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys were so distracted." the Thai driver said, still laughing. "Lily was asking me about you, and I didn't know the answers... How long have you guys been together?"
"Eight years and four months," Franco answered, taking his teammate by surprise.
"Eight years? Eight? Aren't you like... Twenty? You've been dating for eight years? You guys are married!" Alex almost spilled his water.
"She's twenty, I'm twenty-one," Franco began to explain. "We were thirteen when we first kissed and never let each other go. Take notes."
"Wow, wow! That's why you guys are so close! That’s crazy! It must be amazing growing up together like that."
"It is," Maria smiled. "Through the best and the worst. My best buddy." It was easy for them to declare their love, just as it was for her arms to wrap around his waist.
"Uh- tooth-rotting sweet. I hate you guys," Alex pretended to be annoyed. "And marriage? Do you guys think about it?"
"My girlfriend in white? Of course I do," Franco said, hugging her tightly. "I'm securing my seat, and then we'll think about it. She's also graduating, so... We've got time."
The truth is, they could spend a lifetime talking about their relationship, and Alex seemed genuinely interested. They talked about their plans for a modest house back home, a big backyard, and children. They were still young, enjoying the present while dreaming about the future. Alex found it amazing how excited they were for the next steps, yet so calm and happy living day by day, enjoying the small things like expensive food, big hotel rooms, fans screaming Franco's name, and the thrill of being recognized in the mall. Just sweet and pure, that’s what they are.
“¡Cállate la boca, Dios mío!”
Maria giggled beneath the fluffy blankets, pretending to still be asleep. Birthdays had always been a special kind of game between them, an unspoken contest to outdo each other with surprises. Was it a real competition? No. But it was theirs, a tradition that filled their lives with joy and spontaneity.
On Franco’s last birthday, she had convinced him she wouldn’t be able to make it. He was still racing in Formula Two then, fresh off the Monaco GP, only to have her show up at the motorhome with a cake in hand and a parade of drivers ready to celebrate his 21st.
Today, it was her turn. Half-awake, she assumed he might have rallied a few familiar faces; after all, back-to-back races left little time for elaborate plans. But the sleepy haze couldn’t explain why she heard voices speaking rapid Spanish in the next room.
“Bebé, I’m coming in. Hope you’re dressed.”
A small smile tugged at her lips as the door creaked open. Before she could process it, Franco walked in holding a cake, flanked by her mother and little brother, both bursting into song.
“¡Cumpleaños feliz, cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos todos, cumpleaños feliz!”
Her eyes welled with tears at the sight, lips trembling with emotion. “Alright, now you caught me off guard,” she laughed, voice thick. “Hola, mamá. ¡Vos extrañé tanto!” She hurried out of bed, pulling them into a hug so tight it almost toppled them over.
“Hey! ¿No me extrañabas, Pinón?” her brother joked, tugging her hair until she leaned down to wrap him in a proper embrace.
“Feliz cumple, hermanita. Te quiero mucho, y más ahora que estoy volando para los GPs.”
“Te quiero muchísimo también, Pinónzito. Gracias, Fran. No sabía que vendrían.” She turned to Franco, who stood there with a smile that matched the warmth in his eyes. Leaning in, she kissed him lightly. “Te quiero taaanto, mi amor. Gracias, de verdad.”
“El mínimo para ti,” he whispered with a grin, stealing another quick kiss. “Now, let’s cut this cake. We’ve got a full day ahead, and I’m starving.”
“Jesús,” Franco said, a hint of disbelief in his voice as he stepped behind Maria, her beach bag slung over his shoulder. They boarded the yacht, its polished deck gleaming under the sun.
“Did we peak in life, or…” he teased, eyes sweeping over the stunning seascape.
“We peaked life.” she said with a playful glint, spinning around and looping her arms over his shoulders. “And you know what? I wouldn’t want any of this without you.”
He looked at her, eyes roving her features like a map he knew by heart, hands resting comfortably at her waist. It was the kind of touch that spoke of familiarity and time.
“I think we’re here because it’s us. I wouldn’t do any of this without you,” he replied, a declaration wrapped in simplicity, the weight of his love implied in every word. “I can’t believe I got this lucky.”
“I’m the lucky one, mi amor. You’re going places, and I’m the one who gets to stand by your side.”
They were both right. They’d grown together, woven into each other’s achievements, dreams, and futures. She was on the cusp of finishing law school, and he was rising higher in motorsport. It was their shared success — a partnership that went beyond love.
“If I’m going places, you’re going with me. Wherever we go.” His eyes held a brightness that felt almost tangible. “Te quiero, Maria. I really do.”
“Te quiero mucho,” she replied, eyes crinkling with emotion as they leaned in.
The yacht rocked gently beneath them as the sea stretched out infinitely. The sun, now lower on the horizon, turned the sky into a masterpiece of warm oranges and soft pinks. His dark hair caught the sea breeze, and her curls shimmered as they met, caught between the golden glow of day’s end and the promise of tomorrow.
They kissed, a connection steeped in years of love, laughter, whispered dreams, and shared victories. It spoke volumes of what they were — two parts of a whole, with an unbreakable bond.
In that perfect moment, surrounded by the sea’s vastness and the sky’s splendor, they had everything. The taste of salt on their lips, the warmth of each other’s touch, and the absolute certainty that home was here, in their embrace.
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Young & Beautiful - Fernando Alonso
Song Series - Fernando Edition
Summary: Fernando doubts that his girlfriend will want him for long, but she promises that her love has no conditions.
Themes: age gap
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There wasn't exactly subtle thoughts on Fernando and y/n's relationship. Headlines from media, sly comments from commentators. Even other drivers had shared some thoughts on the matter.
Admittedly some of them were hoping to be the ones who got to date her. But Fernando was the only one who she had eyes for.
Y/n is unshakeable when it comes to being fazed by any of that. She found a man she loves and who takes care of her. Why would she care what strangers have to stay on the matter?
Fernando loves her all the more for it, but sometimes he does wonder if she feels doubts secretly. Doubts that she'll be there for long, she'll realise that her time with him is more limited than if she chose another man. One closer to her age.
"Nando! Stop staring at yourself in the mirror and come watch a movie with me. This suite didn't give us a cinema sized tv for us to waste." Y/n states excitedly, her energy always so contagious. At least for Fernando.
"I am coming, you are always in a rush."
"I got so many good snacks from room service. I know you can't eat most of it. But...you can live vicariously through me." Y/n smiles making the old man smile at her and nod taking her hand as he allows her to guide him into the lounge area where she has taken the make yourself at home curtesy to heart.
Y/n smiles as she pats the seat next to herself and he sits down, enjoying as she cuddles into him.
"Te amo." Y/n smiles making him look down at her finding her gaze already directed up at him. "If we spent every day like this in a few years when you do finally retire, then I'll be content. But also I know you and your restless self need more fun activities to kill time."
"I would happily watch movies if it means that you still love me when I am old and ugly." Fernando semi-jokes, he does actually wonder what he might have to do in hopes of keeping her in his life for a long time.
"You could never be old and ugly. You age like fine wine, Fernando Alonso." Y/n laughs then picking up his hand to kiss her. "Anyway, it's me who should worry. Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"
Fernando is in shock of her words, joking or not he is hurt by the idea that he'd lose interest in y/n because she has to age at some point.
"You will always be beautiful. No matter how old you are." Fernando states earning a small grateful smile. "You are beautiful, and beauty does not fade with age unless you have bad taste."
"It's a very good thing we both have good taste." Y/n chuckles earning a smile from the older man. "I think you should have at least 1 bite of food."
"I will have more than 1 bite. I am old, but fit. I do not need to always follow a strict diet and I enjoy eating when I am with you."
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Y/n smiles picking up her bag from the car only as she moves around linking he hand with her awaiting boyfriend but he quickly takes her bag to carry for her.
"Oh thank you." Y/n laughs before leaning over and kissing his cheek. "I was thinking. I might actually spend a couple hours around here then see if there's somewhere to get my nails done. With all the travelling I've not been staying on top of them."
"Not the nail." Fernando gasps lifting her hand and looking at her outgrown nails. "Ah mi amor, your nails!"
Y/n can't help but laugh pushing him away from herself as he mocks her though she knows he will fuss over her fresh nails. She got a set inspired by his helmet designs few races ago and he posted it online himself along with showing several of the team at the time.
"You get new nails and toe." Fernando states making her smile at him for a moment.
"I'll let you choose the design. I'll send you some pictures for inspiration and you can choose." Y/n smiles as he then kisses her hand softly.
"How did I get so lucky?" Fernando questions before helping her into the paddock ahead of himself.
"You are a lucky man." Y/n giggles spinning around to face him as she steps backwards walking ahead of him. "But I am the luckiest woman."
Fernando tsks never liking for her to value herself as less than him because he doesn't think plucking the moon and every star from the sky would be enough for her to understand how much she means to him.
But in some ways he also just feels that he does not deserve her. He's more subtle in it than she is, and she always reaffirms that while she might say such things. She is there to stay.
"Maybe I should get Aston Martin green?" Y/n hums in a moment of thought. "It'd be quite nice wouldn't it."
"The white and green is nice."
"Mmm...I'll see if I can think up a design idea or find one that would work with those colours." Y/n hums while he smiles.
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Fernando considers himself very luck knowing that y/n had the pick of the litter when it comes to dating. There's no shortage of interest and even with Fernando by her side as she dotes on him.
But admittedly there's nothing better than seeing y/n in her nightly routine which is much longer and more tedious than his but sometimes she pulls him along to join in when he is feeling more energetic at the end of a day. But most of the time he just watches.
She patters around the room, always well presented in a matching set for pyjamas, usually something silky and lacey. He loves it so much.
"You always watch me." Y/n comments climbing in bed with him.
"It is hard to not look at the most beautiful thing in the room." Fernando shrugs watching her get a little flustered. "I love you a lot and I like to watch you."
"You are...perfect. I don't know what I'd do without you." Y/n sighs shaking her head as she slides down to lie half on top of him.
"Some days I worry you will leave me when you get too old. You will realise that there is a reason people tend to date people their own age." Fernando admits in a sudden vulnerable moment while y/n softens slightly. "It is me that needs to worry about what I will do without you."
"Mi amor." Y/n grins proud to be the one who gets to use the term of endearment in such a way. "Your age means more to you than it means to me. I don't care how old you are, I will age too and I want to live out our long lives together. There is no one else that I want."
"You say that but-"
"No. No but. Fernando Alonso. The love I feel for you is like nothing else I've felt and it has no limit. Why would I choose less than what I have with you? Unless you think me stupid?" Y/n challenges making Fernando tsk at her.
"You are not stupid." He states earning a huff and nod. "I just never want you to feel unhappy with me or like you are unable to leave."
"Two things that are impossible." Y/n promises in a soft whisper then sighing. "We'll live a long life together, one that I want for both of us."
"I want that too."
"Good...and I'll do whatever I need to for as long as I need to for you to believe me when I say it." Y/n states shifting around to lie down properly. "Now, cuddle me and let's get some sleep."
"Yes boss." Fernando smiles rolling over to kiss her softly. "I did not not I could love you more but you really gave me so much reason to love you the impossible amount more that I do."
"I love you too. But I think I've made that clear by now."
"Yes. I will have to find a few ways to make sure the message is returned loud and clear."
In Ho headcanons | (NSFW)
Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader
Genre: headcanons, smut
Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down
A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)
hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group
hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.
hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.
hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic
hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.
hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.
hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.
hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.
hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.
hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.
hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.
hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.
hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.
hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.
hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.
hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.
hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.
Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~
summary: max’s gf seems to be getting more love than him
warnings: highkey sucks, short
pairing: fem! reader x max verstappen
genre: fluff, drabble
author note: about time i wrote max
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flashback:
max has always been a private person and after his breakup with kelly piquet, he became even more closed off. it was even rare for him to even participate in streams nowadays. however, what no one knew was max had been taking time to reflect ( not do anything stupid — gp ) and managed to bump into y/n.
now, monaco isn’t a big place, but he’s never seen her before.
max was oddly intrigued, but he had just ended a relationship — but, it didn’t hurt to be friends, right?
it took him two full days of just staring before finally making a move.
“what brand is your laptop?”
okay, it wasn’t the best, but it was something.
y/n looked up at the strange and furrowed her eyebrows.
“um — ( brand name )?” he nodded and walked off
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even to this day, y/n still teases max about it. back then, in his mind, he was proud of himself for actually saying something, but y/n thought he was a bit strange.
when they eventually became more friendly and comfortable around each other, he asked her out on a date. y/n was hesitant. she found out who he was and who he previously dated, his fans weren’t exactly the most supportive and she worried that it’d be the same, but max reassured her that he would say something if needed.
however, what none of them expected was how much love y/n would gain from them.
[ “he may be a 3 time world champion, but i will never understand how he bagged someone like her” ]
[ “MAX MOVE IM TRYING TO SEE Y/N” ]
[ “if i was dating someone like y/n, you would have to pry me off her — AWOOGA” ]
every time he posted, there would be comments asking about her. however, there was always one in particular would catch his eye.
[ “is your girlfriend single?” ]
he would just stare.
of course she isn’t single, they’re literally dating?
“you’re in the trenches mate” was what alex told him when he asked what they meant ( he needed someone who understood the internet )
“what?”
“it’s a good thing, don’t worry”
max didn’t think so.
call him possessive, but he felt the need to make them back off and posted a set of pictures for their anniversary along with a lengthy caption.
sadly, it didn’t work.
[ “i can call her the love of my life in a different language too” ]
[ “6/10 for spelling, 4/10 for punctuation, 3/10 for creativity” ]
[ “i could write more” ]
just like what alex said, max is in the trenches.
Cooper gets Erik's facial expressions so accurately it's kind of wild
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☆ PAIRING : Yandere Batboys x Fem Reader
☆ HEADCANON : Would They Ever Force Themselves On r*pe Their Darling?
☆ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.
☆ WARNING : Pretty much obvious. No smut. This discussion involves non-consensual acts, coercion, and obsessive behavior. If you’re sensitive to such content, I’d advise against reading further.
☆ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆
Would he? No.
Bruce is the last person who would ever force himself on you. Despite his obsession, his rigid sense of morality, guilt, and deep-seated trauma make it impossible for him to cross that line. Bruce operates on control—self-control above all else. No matter how much he craves you, he will never take you by force.
However, Bruce’s obsession manifests differently—through extreme control. You aren’t allowed to leave, to date, to breathe without his permission. He isolates you, makes you dependent on him, ensures you feel like he’s your only option. He’ll gaslight you, manipulate you into staying, but physically taking you against your will? That’s a line he will not cross. He’d rather break himself than break you.
But if you try to escape? The punishment will be brutal. Not sexually, but physically restrained, locked away, stripped of any autonomy. He’ll remind you that you are his, that he is the only one who can protect you, and he’ll do anything to keep you in his grasp.
“I will never hurt you like that, but you’re not leaving me. Ever.”
— DICK GRAYSON ⋆
Would he? No. But... it’s complicated.
Dick is a walking paradox of affection and control. He loves you—adores you—but his love is overwhelming, suffocating, all-consuming. He needs you to love him back, to crave him as much as he craves you. He won’t rape you outright, but his obsession manifests in ways that blur the line between coercion and consent.
Dick wants you to want him. He’ll manipulate, guilt-trip, and play the victim to make you feel like you’re the bad guy for denying him. He showers you with affection, attention, and when you pull away, he punishes you emotionally—not through force, but through withdrawal. Cold stares, quiet disappointment, an unbearable sadness in his voice that makes you feel like you’re the one hurting him.
However, if you push him too far—if you reject him outright, try to leave, break his heart—he might snap. In a moment of desperation, he’ll hold you down, kiss you too hard, grip your wrists with bruising force—never quite crossing the line, but so close it makes your skin crawl.
“Don’t do this to us, baby. You love me—I know you do.”
— JASON TODD ⋆
Would he? No, not the way that you think.
Jason is a paradox. He hates rapists with every fiber of his being—he butchers them, makes them suffer in the worst ways imaginable. But here’s the twisted part: he doesn’t see himself as one.
Jason is violently possessive. If he feels like you’re slipping away, if you try to leave him, he won’t let you. He’ll tie you up, trap you, hold you against him, whispering in your ear that you belong to him.
Would he rape you? No. But would he force intimacy? Would he hold you down, keep you pinned beneath him, mark you with bruises, bite you, kiss you until you’re breathless, until you’re sobbing in his arms? Yes. Absolutely.
But the second he sees real, genuine fear in your eyes? He’ll break. He’ll hate himself. He’ll pull away, shaking with rage and disgust—not at you, but at himself. Because Jason may be a possessive, obsessive monster, but he will never be the thing he hates.
"I’d never hurt you like that. Never. You’re mine, but I won’t fucking take you like that. Don’t make me into something I can’t come back from, baby. Just… stay. Please."
— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆
Would he? Yes. Without hesitation because he believes it's his right.
Damian is the coldest, most possessive, and least remorseful of them all. Damian doesn’t feel guilty—because in his mind, you already belong to him. There’s no moral dilemma, no hesitation. If you resist him, you’re wrong. If you say no, you don’t know what’s good for you.
Damian was raised by the League of Assassins, by Talia, by Bruce. He was never taught the concept of “no.” If he wants something, he takes it. If he wants you, he takes you. In his mind, it isn’t rape—it’s claiming what’s already his. You’re his wife, his queen, his possession.
Damian is calculated, methodical, deliberate. He’ll drug you if he has to, bind you in silk restraints, keep you locked away in luxury until you accept your fate. You will love him, because you have no other option.
“You misunderstand, beloved. You were mine from the moment I saw you. Struggling is beneath you.”
— MASTERLIST ☆
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NORTHANGER ABBEY- fernando alonso + sharing clothes ?? thanks in advance !! love your writing so much !!
got a little smutty below the cut whoops
fernando is obsessed with seeing you in his clothes. the first time it happened was one night you were sleeping over, and after your shower in the morning you absentmindedly grabbed one of his shirts that was laying around. he had stared at you while you made some coffee, not believing what he was seeing.
“oh, shit. sorry, i should have asked.”
“mi amor…” he had sighed dreamily, hands reaching for the soft fabric that hung on your figure. “please don’t apologise. and, please, never wear anything other than this.”
from then on, you borrowed one of his shirts every time you came to his place. his favourite sight was seeing you potter around the apartment, making dinner or tidying up, wearing nothing but his shirt and some underwear.
over time, fernando got sneaky. he loved seeing you in his clothes so much that he’d let you keep a shirt or two, claiming that “it looks better on you, anyway.” when he had to go away for a race, he ‘accidentally’ left a shirt for you to keep. when you were the one leaving him, after visiting him on a race weekend, he slipped one of his tops into your bag, right at the bottom so you don’t notice until you get home.
when fernando comes home to you laid in bed, bare legs and lacy panties peeking out from under his old renault shirt, his mind goes fuzzy. he’s on you in a second, hands palming under your his shirt, grasping at the soft skin that hides below it.
“keep it on,” he commands when your fingers creep to pull the shirt off. the heat that rises in his stomach is agonising when he thinks of fucking you in his clothes, so much so that he almost cried with relief when you free his straining cock from tight trousers.
with his face buried between your thighs, he grasps tightly at the fabric bunched around your waist. his tongue works delicately at your soaked lips, sucking whenever he comes back to that swollen bud that makes you cry out his name. when your back arches in pleasure, it pulls his shirt so tightly around your chest that he can see every curve from your stomach to your breasts.
“mine, all mine,” fernando mutters over and over, kissing your shaking thighs and bruised neck, easing you through orgasm after orgasm.
you use that shirt more smartly from then on, knowing how easily it can get you what you want.
No One Can Harm You Here - Charles Leclerc
Dark fic + - Minors DNI - if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS
@herasversion prompt request #13 - "I'm trying to protect you." "How can I be protected when I'm locked in here with you?"
Summary: Charles is just protecting his girlfriend, even if she disagrees. He even built her the perfect prison.
Themes/warnings: Smut 18+, abduction, drugging, brainwashing, stockholm syndrome, deranged/psycho!Charles (he really believe what he's doing is for her own good)
Word count: 1.4k
Charles had known he needed to make sure when he took y/n in for himself, it had to be secure and she couldn't escape. He knew she wouldn't understand at first and it would take time for her to realise that what he's doing is for the better of her.
"This is your new place?" Y/n smiles making him nod as he shows her into the penthouse apartment that's been renovated for him for the past couple months.
Charles always knew money could buy silence but the builders didn't question it when he gave them a generous overpayment for soundproofing. Though Charles did alter some of the doors himself so y/n would be as secure as possible. As safe as possible.
There's a lot of dangers in the world and Charles just wants y/n to be safe.
He wants to take care of her and protect her against the harshness of the world that she's otherwise exposed to.
"Took long enough for them to finish the place. What were they doing?" Y/n laughs softly while looking around the apartment, gently exploring the new home of her boyfriend, and unbeknownst to her where she'll be held captive from this day forward.
"Come sit. I made sure we have our first meal ready for you." Charles smiles brightly before she moves towards him, innocently hugging him and kissing him as he leans over and kisses her softly.
"First meal in your new place sounds very good to me." Y/n agrees blind to her impending captivity as soon as she eats the food that Charles has drugged to make sure she's not going anywhere and not making his life difficult.
So they sit down and eat and plan goes smoothly as she listens to him talk, fighting the drugs till finally she drops forward and Charles manages to catch her head before she smashes her head off the table and instead he cushions it from such a hit and sighs leaning over to kiss the top of her head.
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Y/n shifts coming around, her head aching and her body feeling like it's abuzz with something she can't quite put her finger on what is making her feel so out of sorts.
Familiar muscular arms are wrapped around her. Everything is normal.
"Good morning, amour." Charles whispers as she rolls to look at him, smiling as he tucks her hair behind her ear. "Did you sleep well?"
"A little too well...Did we drink last night? I don't remember doing anything but eating."
"No. No drinks." Charles frowns earning a hum but he doesn't intend to let her dwell on it.
Y/n is smart, she'll catch on but he's not going to say what happened out loud and point it out to her especially because he has a plan and he won't be swaying away from it unless he absolutely has to.
"Go back to sleep amour. It is very early." Charles mumbles since as much as he signed up for this. He's still very tired and wants to enjoy the peace before she realises what's going on.
"I love you." Y/n sighs softly while he smiles with a hum and kisses her temple.
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It took about a week of drugging y/n for her to realise she's not sick and something is wrong. But she's too drugged up to really do anything physical about it.
But she could let Charles know she is aware of what he's doing.
"You're making me like this on purpose." Y/n states tiredly, a constant state she's been in since getting to the apartment. "Why are you doing this?"
"There are dangerous people out there, I'm trying to protect you."
"How can I be protected when I'm locked in here with you? You're drugging me so I can't even run." Y/n whispers while Charles sighs shaking his head.
"You don't understand. This is for the better of you." Charles states while y/n swallows thickly blinking away tears as they gather in her eyes. "I'm going to take care of you and you are going to be safer here and happier here than you could anywhere else."
"Charles please, this isn't right. We can be happy without being like this."
"We're going to be happiest like this. I promise you." Charles smiles then kissing her. "I love you, baby. And this is just going to reinforce that. You'll see."
And so it goes on for another 2 weeks with Charles reducing her strength of will, he'd not let up on drugging her but he knew that soon he'd be leaving her in the one room in the apartment that was made specifically to secure her while he's gone.
"Don't do this." Y/n whispers freshly drugged as Charles carries her to the soundproof room that he's already stock with food and water and does have a bathroom that she'll be able to use.
"You'll be much more safe here, amour." Charles promises place her on the bed. "I will be back before you know it."
Charles has made sure all the food is laced with the drugs and he's hoping she might be too doped up to notice.
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It worked out well leaving y/n behind and with each time Charles left, she seemed to have lost a bit more of her will to fight about how wrong this is.
He returns from yet another race weekend, getting home later than intended but he gets into her room and finds her sleeping peacefully making him pick her up and sigh moving them to the normal bedroom and kisses her as he lies them both in the bed.
"Charles?" Y/n whispers from the darkness, shifting to look at him with big eyes that still shine in the shadows.
"It's me, amour." Charles confirms though that much was probably obvious really.
"I need you." Y/n mumbles making him squeeze her a little, completely misunderstanding her words. "No. Charles, I need to feel you."
Charles frowns before finally it clicks and he practically jumps at the chance because in truth, the one sacrifice he really was struggling with was going without sex but he also knew this day would come eventually.
Y/n tries to climb on top of him but Charles rolls them so she's under him knowing she's better being the one on the bottom. Admittedly he just wants all control and all power in the dynamic between them. But he's missed her body, feeling it and having it so close.
Charles pulls off the t-shirt and shorts she's wearing with ease before kissing down her now exposed body and feeling her lean and push herself into the kisses.
Y/n has resided to the fact that Charles is not letting her go so she might as well just allow herself the pleasures she can take out of this. She watches him with those steady but glazed eyes, still somewhat doped up but definitely not completely out of is. She knows what she's doing.
The feeling of when Charles pushes into her almost feels enough for it to be her first time, though from what her foggy mind remembers, significantly less painful. But accommodating his size makes her suck in a breath of need for move.
"Charles." Y/n whimpers and in that moment, Charles realises he's got his girl back. She's his and she knows it.
"That's it baby." Charles praises softly while she swallows thickly and nods a little.
Y/n whimpers as she feels the build up towards her orgasm that is absolutely overdue, she hasn't so much as touched herself but the overwhelming need from neglect has taken over her and she almost feels desperate for the man and he can't deny that she is really pulling his orgasm out of him.
They both cum shamelessly fast and Charles only just manages to flip them so y/n is on top of him, both of them still pulsing through the aftershocks before y/n sighs and just rests her head on Charles' slightly damp chest.
"I love you, amour."
"I love you too, Charles." Y/n whispers not hesitating for even a moment.
She's found peace with it and thought Charles doesn't intend for anything to change for a long time, knowing she's resided to this is important to him. It's a big step and it's setting them up for the future he wants.
He wants to keep her safe forever and she's really letting him do that in the exact way he wants to.
okay but imagine this . . .
you get hired to babysit manny for the night—just manny, susan assures you—but as soon as you walk through the door, it’s clear you’ve inherited all three heffley boys.
greg follows you like around like a puppy. he talks nonstop about how middle school is full of “juvenile morons” and how people say he’s “wise beyond his years” (no one has ever said that). he keeps trying to bring up high school drama he barely understands.
rodrick clearly didn’t know you were coming, because when he sees you, he immediately vanishes upstairs. a few minutes later, he reappears—wearing heavy eyeliner and smelling like half a can of axe. (“oh, didn’t know you were here tonight,”) he orders pizza, leans over the back of the couch and tries to impress you by talking about his band.
manny is barely a factor. (greg handed over a sleeve of cookies and let him play with his gameboy in exchange)
when susan and frank finally get home, the house is unusually quiet and suspiciously tidy. manny’s already in bed, and greg is wiping down the counter. rodrick, of all things, is vacuuming the living room. frank stands in the doorway, eyeing his sons like he’s trying to figure out if they’ve been replaced by aliens.
susan thanks you with a smile, handing you your payment, and the boys? they’re already plotting to make sure you come back next week.
TIKTOK TREND WITH YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND
୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ୨ৎ : synopsis : wiping off their kiss every time they kiss you
୨ৎ : genre : fluff, angsty only if you squint ୨ৎ : tws : light kissing, nothing heavy ୨ৎ : word count : 3379
ᡣ𐭩 a/n : so proud of charles getting podium, i am a happy girl 🥲 also i finally added george to the featuring >.<
ʚ・max verstappen
the living room was quiet, the soft glow of a lamp casting a warm light over the couch. you perched on the edge, setting your phone up on the coffee table, angling it perfectly toward where max would sit. the screen reflected your mischievous grin as you hit record.
the sound of the shower shutting off echoed down the hall, followed by max’s footsteps. he walked in, towel over his shoulder, hair damp and messy.
“what are you doing?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
you leaned back casually, fighting a smirk. “nothing. just waiting for you.”
max dropped onto the couch beside you, still toweling his damp hair. without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed your cheek softly. as soon as he pulled away, you casually wiped the spot, pretending to fix your hair.
his brows furrowed. “did you just wipe that off?”
you glanced at him, feigning confusion. “wipe what off?”
“my kiss,” he said, narrowing his eyes.
“no, i was just fixing my hair,” you replied, your tone so casual it could’ve won an oscar.
he stared at you for a second but shrugged it off. leaning in again, he kissed your temple this time, holding it for a moment longer before pulling back. you bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a laugh as you wiped it away, pretending to scratch your face.
“okay, now you’re definitely wiping them off,” he said, his tone sharper.
“max, you’re imagining things,” you said, giving him an innocent look.
“i’m not imagining anything!” he shot back, leaning forward with a slight pout. “why are you doing this? did i do something wrong?”
“you’re overthinking it,” you said, brushing off his concern.
he frowned, leaning in for a third kiss, this time planting it on the corner of your mouth. when you wiped that one off too, his mouth dropped open. “seriously? are you mad at me or something? just say it if you are.”
“i’m not mad!” you said, fighting to keep a straight face.
“then why are you being weird?” he snapped, now visibly salty. “do you not want me to kiss you anymore? should i stop?”
you burst out laughing, grabbing your phone off the table and showing him the recording. “baby, it’s a tik-tok trend! i was messing with you!”
his jaw clenched as he realized, then he groaned dramatically, flopping back into the couch. “you’re actually the worst,” he muttered, though the corners of his mouth twitched.
“aww, don’t be mad,” you teased, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
he huffed, shaking his head. “you're an asshole,” then, with a smirk, he kissed you again and wrapped his arm around you, "but i guess i love you anyways." keeping you locked in place.
ʚ・lewis hamilton
the front door clicked open, and you glanced up from the couch to see lewis stepping inside, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. his face looked tired, but he still gave you a soft smile, the kind that made your heart melt every time.
“long day?” you asked, setting your book aside.
“you have no idea,” he said with a sigh, dropping the bag by the door. “flights, media, and a race weekend? i’m ready to collapse.”
“sounds like you need some love,” you teased, patting the seat beside you.
lewis chuckled, kicking off his sneakers before walking over. he plopped down, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“missed you,” he murmured.
you smiled but casually brushed your hand over the spot where he’d kissed, pretending to fix your hair. lewis’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t say anything, instead leaning in to kiss your cheek. when you wiped that off too, his lips parted in disbelief.
“did you just… wipe my kiss off?” he asked, his tone soft but genuinely confused.
“no, i was just adjusting my sweater,” you replied, keeping your face straight.
he tilted his head, watching you carefully now. “right… okay.”
a few moments passed, and lewis leaned in again, this time kissing your jawline. before he could even pull back fully, you wiped it off with a quick swipe of your hand.
“alright, what’s going on?” he asked, sitting up straighter. his voice was still calm, but there was a hint of frustration now. “did i do something wrong?”
you shrugged nonchalantly. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“babe, you’re wiping off my kisses!” he said, his brows knitting together. “if you’re mad, just say so.”
“i’m not mad,” you said, trying not to laugh at the utterly baffled look on his face.
lewis leaned back, crossing his arms. “so, what? you don’t like my kisses anymore? should i stop?”
you couldn’t hold it in anymore, grabbing your phone from the coffee table and bursting into laughter. “i was recording the whole thing,” you admit, "it's a tik-tok trend, a hilarious one i must admit, you should've seen your reaction."
he stared at you for a moment, processing, before shaking his head with an exasperated laugh. “you’re unbelievable. you had me thinking i did something wrong!”
“you’re too sweet,” you teased, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
he smirked, pulling you into his lap. “if this is your idea of fun, just wait. payback’s coming, and it’s gonna be good.”
ʚ・george russell
the room was dim, only the soft glow of the bedside lamp lighting the space as you slid into bed next to george. he was already lying on his side, scrolling through his phone, his hair still slightly damp from his shower. the sheets rustled as you snuggled under the covers, your head resting against the pillow.
“finally, you're here,” he said with a soft smile, turning off his phone and setting it on the nightstand. “i thought you’d be up all night organizing stuff again.”
“you know me too well,” you replied, adjusting the blanket and shifting closer to him.
george chuckled, brushing a lock of hair out of your face before leaning in to kiss your forehead. as soon as he pulled back, you absentmindedly wiped your forehead, pretending to smooth out a strand of hair.
george stopped, his gaze fixed on you, a slight furrow in his brow. “did you just… wipe off my kiss?”
you blinked innocently, tilting your head. “what? no, i didn’t.”
he leaned back, clearly unconvinced, his lips twisting into a half-smirk. “really? that’s how we’re doing this now?”
“doing what?” you asked, trying to keep a straight face.
he raised an eyebrow, glancing at you before brushing it off. “never mind,” he muttered, shaking his head, but he didn’t take his eyes off you as he repositioned himself to get more comfortable in bed.
a moment later, george leaned in again, this time kissing the top of your nose. before he could fully pull back, you reached up and wiped it away, pretending to rub your eyes.
he sat up slightly, blinking in disbelief. “are you serious? again?”
“serious about what?” you asked, turning toward him with a sweet smile.
he let out a slow exhale, clearly trying to process. “you’re wiping off my kisses like it’s nothing. are you trying to tell me something here?”
you shrugged, still maintaining the innocent act. “it’s not like that, george.”
his voice was a little quieter this time, a mix of confusion and playfulness. “okay, now i’m starting to wonder. do you actually not want my kisses or what?”
you quickly reached for your phone, clicking the screen and showing him the recording. “george, it's a tik-tok”
his eyes widened in realization, and he let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. “seriously? you’ve been messing with me this whole time?”
“yep,” you said, grinning.
he raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. “you're lucky you're cute."
ʚ・carlos sainz
the kitchen was quiet, sunlight spilling through the windows as you sat at the counter, sipping your coffee. carlos was standing by the stove, flipping pancakes with the focus of a man on a mission, but his usual easygoing vibe was still present. he glanced over at you as he set the pan down, a lazy smile forming on his face.
“good morning, cariño,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep, though there was a sparkle in his eyes. “how did you sleep?”
“like a log,” you said, taking a long sip of coffee. “thanks to you keeping me up late last night.”
he laughed, his eyes twinkling as he moved to grab the syrup. “so you admit it? i’m just too irresistible.”
you rolled your eyes, setting your mug down. “not quite. you’re more like a human heater, honestly.”
“ah, a heater with a great smile,” he added, leaning in to kiss your forehead. before he could pull away, you quickly wiped the spot, pretending to adjust your hair.
he froze, standing there for a second with a confused look on his face. “eh? did you just wipe off my kiss?”
you looked up at him innocently, trying to hide your smile. “what? no, I didn’t.”
“no? okay…” he said, his voice now filled with playful suspicion. he raised an eyebrow. “that’s… interesting.”
he took a step back, eyeing you carefully. “so, you don’t want me to kiss you anymore, is that it? too much affection?”
“what are you talking about?” you asked, feigning confusion. “i just didn’t want syrup on my face.”
carlos chuckled, but he leaned in again, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. before he could even fully pull away, you wiped it off again, this time more exaggerated.
he raised his hands in mock surrender, stepping back dramatically. “okay, okay, you’re messing with me now, right?”
“no, I’m not,” you said, trying to stifle your laugh. “seriously.”
he narrowed his eyes at you, clearly starting to get annoyed. “are you doing this just to mess with me? i’m here, making pancakes, and you’re wiping off my kisses? do you want to break up or something?”
“what? no!” you exclaimed, trying not to crack a smile. “I swear, I’m not doing anything weird.”
he sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. “you’re making me feel like I’m doing something wrong. why are you wiping my kisses away?”
that was when you couldn’t hold it anymore. you grabbed your phone from the counter, showing him the recording of the whole thing. “carlos, it’s a prank!”
his eyes widened as he watched the footage, then he groaned, dramatically slouching against the counter. “you’re unbelievable. seriously, I’m making my famous fluffy pancakes and this is what I get?”
“you know you love me,” you said, laughing.
he shook his head, rolling his eyes. “fine, fine. but just wait, I’m going to get you back for this one.”
“we’ll see about that,” you teased, reaching for a pancake.
ʚ・charles leclerc
you were curled up on the couch, charles beside you with his arm draped over your shoulders as you both relaxed after a long day. the movie was on, but you weren’t really paying attention. instead, you were watching charles every now and then, his focused expression as he tried to get into the plot. a small, playful thought crossed your mind, and you couldn't help but act on it.
you nudged him lightly, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, but as soon as you pulled back, you wiped it off with exaggerated care, pretending to smooth a stray strand of hair.
charles paused, the film still playing in the background, but he was no longer paying attention to it. he turned to you, a brow raised and a mischievous glint in his eyes. “did you just wipe my kiss off?” he asked, voice a mix of amusement and genuine confusion.
you blinked, acting innocent. “what? no, i didn’t. you must be seeing things, babe.”
he leaned in closer, his smirk growing. “really? because i definitely saw that,” he said, his voice playfully suspicious. "you sure you’re not hiding something?"
“nope,” you replied quickly, your lips twitching with the effort to keep a straight face. “just... adjusting my hair. i have really messy hair, you know?”
“hmm,” he said, squinting at you. “well, i’ll just have to test that theory again, then.”
charles leaned in for another kiss, but this time, he took his time, making sure to press a little longer against your skin. as he pulled away, he looked at you with a smirk, waiting for your reaction.
without hesitation, you wiped your cheek again, this time a little more dramatically, as though he’d just kissed you with a mouthful of chocolate or something.
charles froze, his mouth parting as he tried to process what just happened. “okay, what the hell?” he laughed, his confusion turning into playful disbelief. “now you’re really wiping it off. i swear, if this is some kind of prank…”
“prank?” you asked, feigning innocence. “no, charles, no prank here. just making sure my skin stays clean.”
he let out a deep sigh, shifting so he was facing you fully, his expression a mixture of frustration and laughter. “you’ve got to be kidding me. you’re wiping off my kisses now? i’m feeling personally attacked, mon amour.”
you couldn’t hold back your grin any longer. “oh, charles,” you said, trying not to laugh, “it’s just a little tik-tok, okay? i swear, i love your kisses... just not on my face right now.”
he blinked at you, processing it for a second before it clicked. “wait a minute...” he said, his voice growing mock-serious. “you’ve been messing with me this whole time?”
you nodded, finally letting out a laugh as you grabbed your phone and showed him the video you’d been recording.
charles threw his head back, a laugh escaping as he groaned in exasperation. “you’re impossible,” he said, shaking his head. “here i was thinking i was doing something wrong, and you’re just messing with me for fun.”
“i’m sorry, babe,” you said, still laughing. “but look at that face you made every time i wiped it off! it was too good.”
he shook his head, trying to hide his grin. “i swear, i’m going to get you back for this. but, just so you know, i don’t think i’ll ever kiss you on the cheek again. i might have to kiss you on your hand next time—keep it classy.”
“that’s fine with me,” you teased, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek for real this time, savoring the moment. “as long as it’s real this time, i’ll take anything.”
charles wrapped his arm around you again, pressing his lips to the top of your head with a playful sigh. “you’re impossible.”
“i know,” you replied, grinning. “and you love it.”
ʚ・lando norris
you were getting ready to leave the room, heading for the door to grab something. lando, in the middle of streaming, noticed you getting up and paused his game.
“hey, where are you going?” he asked with a playful grin.
“just to grab my jacket,” you replied, already halfway to the door.
he leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before you left, but as soon as his lips touched your skin, you wiped your cheek with your hand in one swift motion, acting like it was no big deal.
lando pulled back, his expression frozen for a moment. “wait... what?”
you turned to him with wide eyes, completely innocent. “what? i didn’t wipe anything off.”
“you definitely just wiped off my kiss,” he said, his voice laced with confusion.
you shrugged, still acting nonchalant. “nah, you’re imagining things.”
lando squinted at you, his head tilting in that way he does when he’s trying to figure out what’s going on. “seriously? i gave you a kiss, and you wiped it off like... like i’ve got bad breath or something?”
“i didn’t wipe it off,” you said, barely holding in your grin. “you’re being dramatic.”
“no, no,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “i’m pretty sure you just wiped it off. i know i kissed you, and i know it’s gone now.”
you pretended to look at the floor, trying to look innocent. “you must be tired, love. maybe you imagined it?”
he paused for a moment, trying to make sense of it, but after a beat, he shrugged it off and went back to his game. you turned to leave again, and he kissed you once more on the cheek, this time giving you a teasing smile.
before you even gave him a chance to pull away, you wiped the kiss off again—this time with even more dramatic flair, rubbing your hand over your cheek like it was covered in dirt.
“okay, that’s it!” he said, pausing his game once again. “you’re messing with me. why are you wiping off my kisses? what’s going on?”
you couldn’t help it anymore and pulled out your phone to show him the tiktok trend. “you’ve been pranked.”
his eyes went wide for a second, before bursting into laughter. “oh my god, i can’t believe i fell for that!”
you smiled smugly. “what can i say? i’m just that good.”
“next time, i’m getting you back for this one,” he said, still laughing.
meanwhile, his twitch chat was going wild. "lando, how did you not realize this was the tiktok trend?" one viewer typed.
“i swear, i thought i was being tricked by my own girlfriend!” lando chuckled, shaking his head at the screen. "chat's right though, i should've known better."
ʚ・oscar piastri
you and oscar were lounging on the couch, the tv flickering quietly in the background, but neither of you were really watching it. the evening had that lazy, easy vibe where you didn’t need to talk much, just enjoying each other's presence.
oscar was scrolling through his phone, chuckling at something he’d seen. you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, but at the last second, he turned his head, and your lips landed right on his.
“wait, what was that?” he grinned, pulling back slightly. “since when did you get so affectionate all of a sudden?”
you shrugged, playing it cool. “what can i say, love? just felt like it.”
he narrowed his eyes at you, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “hmm, you sure you’re not up to something?”
you raised an eyebrow, acting casual. “nope, just a kiss. no hidden agenda.”
“right,” he said, clearly unconvinced, before leaning in for another kiss. but this time, just before his lips met yours, you quickly wiped your cheek with your hand, like you were brushing something off.
oscar froze, staring at you like you’d just sprouted another head. “wait, did you just—? did you just wipe off my kiss?”
you turned to him with wide eyes, trying to look innocent. “huh? no, i didn’t. you’re imagining things.”
“no, i saw it,” he said, sitting up a little straighter, a grin now playing on his face. “you literally wiped it off like i’ve got something on my face.”
you shrugged nonchalantly. “maybe you do. you never know.”
oscar stared at you for a moment, his grin slipping into mock offense. “so, now i’ve got bad kisses, huh?”
“no, no,” you said, trying not to laugh. “just… you know. maybe a little extra today.”
“extra?” he repeated, leaning in with a suspicious look on his face. “alright, this is definitely a prank. i can tell.”
you bit your lip, fighting the smile that was threatening to break out. “who, me? never.”
“don’t lie,” he said, crossing his arms. “this is 100% a prank. i'm being pranked, aren't i?”
before you could answer, oscar leaned in again, and this time, when he kissed you, he pulled away slowly, rubbing his cheek like he was wiping something off, complete with an exaggerated motion. “is that better?” he asked, grinning ear to ear. “did i nail it?”
you burst into laughter, finally admitting defeat. “okay, okay! you caught me! it's the stupid tik-tok trend.”
oscar chuckled, shaking his head. “you can’t fool me. but, i’ll be getting you back for this one.”
“you can try." you teased.
“oh, we’ll see about that,” he said, leaning in for another kiss, this time making sure you didn’t wipe it off. “but this one stays, just so you know.”
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