I’m Fucking FERAL For This Man, Pls Tell Me I’m Not The Only One?😳😳😳

Someone has to leave first.

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Because it's Max Verstappen's Birthday, here is a little appreciation post for him memes and all other I found on Pinterest

Hello I would like to request some smut for dark max . For example she is trying to leave him but he does not let her also some breeding kink .

Forever tied to him || M.V

Dark max Verstappen x reader

Warnings— dark max, smut, breeding, forced pregnancy, impact play , toxic relationship, max is paranoid, dom/sub, unprotected sex

Summary: max is very paranoid that your gonna leave him, but much to his horror he’s not being paranoid cause you do try to leave him and he can’t have that, so he traps you.

Max worse fear is you leaving him, but his worse, worse fear is him being right that you were going to leave him.

That’s why he has you here now, laying naked face down on the bed with your ass tinted red and painted with Max’s handprint.

He’s gonna make sure you never leave him or have thoughts of leaving him ever again.

He’s glad he got out of his jeans cause his boxers are straining down from his bulge wanting to break out, he can’t imagine how uncomfortable it would feel with his jeans still on.

His member only grows more hearing you whimper as his hard collides with your ass harshly again, leaving it a sting that you wish didn’t make you wet.

“ oh look at this gushing needy little pussy” he chuckles deeply as one of his hands swipe over the area that wants to be touched instead of your ass. You squirm as his finger grazes your little bud as max pulls his hand back and looks at his hand glistening with your arouse, “ well look at that, I wonder…” he trails off before he firmly slaps your pussy making you shriek suprisingly at the pleasure surching through your body.

“ oh you like that, little filthy slut?” He mockingly cooes as he does it again watching with amusement as you jump and moan. He does it a couple more times before the need to feel you becomes to much.

He strips from his boxers and gets in between your legs before pulling you so your back is firmly pressed against his chest. Your legs shake from the stimulation you just had that almost made you came but feeling Max’s large member against your socking pussy made you clench.

“ I’m gonna make you regret at all the negative thoughts you have had about our relationship” he growls in your ear as his hand grips your neck to pin you against him.

Before you could blink he slams into you, groaning as you got to time to get use to it as he repeatedly thrusts into you deeply that you could feel it in your womb.

“ gonna f-fill you with my babies so you can-can fuck, never leave” he grunts, if the pleasure wasn’t making you dizzy you would of tried to pull away, not that he would let you.

“ ohhh max! Please, please” you mindlessly beg as your release creeps up, max smirks breathlessly as his nears as well. He sinks his mouth on your neck, marking the skin messily making you moan louder.

He groans as you clench on him, “ imma cum, cum in you and fill you til the brim”.

He bottoms out and cums deep in you as you pant, “ oh fuck” he growls animalistically.

He buries his head in your neck kissing it softly as he regains his senses, you whimper not having cum yet. He drops you softly and turns you around, your glassy eyes met his now soft blue eyes, “ oh schatz, you don’t deserve to cum but I can’t leave my princess suffering” he pouts.

He softly rubs your puffy red pussy making you whine as he does it softly but firm, you feel your orgasm building up again as the need to cum grows stronger.

“ you gonna cum? Yeah? Cum for me baby” he cooes as he rubs faster making you release with a whiny moan, chest rising uneven.

As you close your eyes, focusing on calming down from your high he eyes your stomach with hope. Hoping that you get pregnant and knows it’s high that you will as he has been switching your pregnancy pills with sugar fake pills.

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“ daddy can’t wait to meet you, so can’t your mommy” Max whispers lovingly against your round stomach as you gulp nervously.

Max obsessed with your round stomach and full tits almost as obsessed with you he is, he got all that he wanted. You, and you pregnant with his child but now seeing how breath taking you look pregnant, he can’t help but want to get you pregnant with his child as soon as his first born is born.

i posted the gif with the ayrton and mika part but so much happens in this video is unbelievable

the honorary WAG - cl16

summary: yn has always been known as 'the honorary wag', since she's kika's best friend and adored by all the other wags, but what happens when the girls want her to become an official wag? a bet to get her and charles together before kika and pierre's wedding sounds like a plan.

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folkie radio: i saw that video of alex and charles dancing at a wedding and i felt like i NEEDED to write something that involved charles and weddings, this was the result ! i really hope you like it (if you do please leave a reblog)

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📍BARCELONA, SPAIN.

Every time you agreed to join Kika for her boyfriend's (and now, fiancé) races, the same question came to your mind: "Why is the paddock so confusing?"

You were currently trying to make your way back to Alpine hospitality, where you're supposed to watch the race from, but you kept getting lost. The maze of motorhomes, garages, and bustling activity was overwhelming. The constant hum of mechanics working, team members rushing around, and fans hoping for a glimpse of their favorite driver made it all more chaotic.

"YN, hey!" you heard a voice call out for you, turning around, you saw Rebecca and Carlos walking your way.

"Hey guys," you greeted them with a small hug once they approached you.

"Got lost again?" Carlos asked, and you remembered the time he found you in the same situation a couple of years ago.

"Yeah, this place is like a labyrinth. I have no idea how you guys navigate it so easily."

"Years of practice," Carlos chuckled, "Come on, We'll walk you to Alpine. It's not too far from here."

"Wait," Rebecca said before you could even start walking, "Why don't you come to Ferrari with us a bit, I'm sure Kika and Pierre won't mind."

Your eyebrows immediately raised at Rebecca's suggestion, noticing the teasing smirk on her face. She wanted to carry on with her (and the girl's) plan of making you like Charles.

Charles Leclerc, loved by millions, but you weren't quite one of them.

It's not that you actively disliked him, but there was something about him that didn't sit right with you.

Maybe it was the fact that every single time you've interacted with him ever since you started joining Kika for F1 stuff, he was somehow rude to you.

The last thing you wanted was to have an awkward interaction with him at the Ferrari garage, but you knew Rebecca wouldn't let you go that easily.

"Okay, fine," you sighed, "I'll come with you guys.

"Great! Let's go then." Rebecca's face lit up with a smile.

The three of you walked towards the Ferrari garage, the race wasn't starting for another few hours so you knew you were inevitably running into Charles once you got there.

"This is the perfect opportunity to clear the air between you and Charles," Rebecca elbowed you, almost making you roll your eyes, "Who knows? Maybe you have more in common that you realize."

"You and Charles don't like each other?" Carlos asked you, reaching out to hold his girlfriend's hand.

"Stop, It's not like that," you said, almost throwing your head back in frustration, "Every time we've interacted, he's been... dismissive. Rude, even. I don't know if it's just me or if he's like that with everyone."

"Charles can be a bit intense sometimes, especially on race weekends," Carlos pointed out, "But he's a good guy. Maybe you two just got off on the wrong foot."

"Maybe," you muttered, not entirely convinced.

You eventually reached the Ferrari garage, Rebecca and Carlos led the way, weaving through the throngs of people with ease. You tried to keep up, feeling a bit like a fish out of water in the sea of red uniforms.

You spotted Charles almost immediately, deep in conversation with one of his engineers and not even noticing that the three of you entered the room.

"Charles, hey!" Rebecca called out for him, you really admired her determination on the matter.

"Hey guys," Charles approached you, and you couldn't help but get a good look at him.

He might not be your favorite on the grid, but you couldn't deny that he was really handsome.

"You remember YN, right?" Rebecca asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Of course," Charles replied, a small smirk playing on his lips, "You're going to be Kika's maid of honor, right?"

"That's right," you nodded, a bit surprised he remembered.

Rebecca and Carlos exchanged a knowing glance before Carlos spoke up, "We need to go check on something. You two, catch up."

You shot them a look of disbelief, but they were already walking away, leaving you and Charles alone.

"So, what have you been up to?" Charles asked, leaning casually against the wall. "It's been a while since I've seen you around."

"Yeah, I haven't really been able to come to any races, I'm moving to Monaco, so that has been keeping me busy," you said, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Really? Which area?" he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.

You told him the name of the neighborhood, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "No way. I live there too. Are you the one who's been making all those moving noises two houses away from mine?"

"I fear that would be me," you laughed, feeling some of the awkwardness melt away, "I didn't know you lived there."

"Small world, huh?" he chuckled, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the Charles that everyone else seemed to adore.

"Yeah, it is," you agreed, still a bit cautious but warming up to him. "Guess we'll be seeing more of each other."

"Looks like it," he said with a smile, "I mean, at least you'll have someone you can ask for a cup of milk when you run out."

As you continued to chat with Charles, you found yourself genuinely enjoying the conversation. It was a stark contrast to your previous encounters with him, and it made you question your initial judgment. His smile was warm, his laugh infectious, and the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rebecca and Carlos across the garage, watching the two of you with satisfied smiles and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at them. You were already expecting the girls groupchat to explode with messages about you and Charles.

"Looks like your plan is working," Carlos said to Rebecca, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Told you it would," Rebecca grinned, "The rest of the girls and I even made a bet."

"A bet?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Yep," Rebecca confirmed, a playful glint in her eyes. "We bet on getting them together before Pierre and Kika's wedding. We all agree they'd make a great match."

"You and your schemes, amor," Carlos chuckled, shaking his head, "But I have to admit, you might be onto something."

Rebecca leaned her head on Carlos's shoulder, watching you and Charles laugh together. "Trust me, Carlos. Sometimes people just need a little nudge in the right direction."

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

Living alone it's all fun and games until you get locked out of your house after a quick run to the store for some late night snacks.

You stood there, staring at your sophisticated security system installed in all the houses in your upscale Monaco neighborhood —one that was definitely too expensive for you, but you were grateful the company you worked for paid for your rent — feeling utterly defeated.

The high-tech lock had its advantages, but it also meant that once you were locked out, getting back in without a key was next to impossible.

Sighing, you pulled out your phone and texted Kika, hoping she might be able to help.

You frowned at the suggestion. Asking Charles for help wasn’t your first choice, especially given your rocky interactions in the past. And yes, maybe you had a great conversation in Barcelona but that didn't mean that he suddenly liked you and would be willing to help you.

What if he's busy? Or thinks you're stupid for locking yourself out of your own house? What if this is all part of the girl's plan of setting you up with a driver?

Were some thoughts that ran through your head as you stood in your porch. But with no other options, you pushed them away and sent him a message.

You sighed, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. Asking Charles, someone who you disliked from time to time and thought he hated you just a few weeks ago for help wasn't on your bingo card, but there you were waiting for him to show up.

True to his word, Charles arrived shortly, wearing a casual outfit that made him look really comfy, and you prayed that you didn't disturb him too much with your antics.

"Locked out, huh?" he said with a grin.

"Yeah, stupid me forgot the keys inside," you replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"No worries, happens to the best of us," he said, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket. "I actually learned a trick for these locks. All the houses here have the same system, and I’ve had my fair share of lockouts."

You watched as he worked with the keys and the lock, not sure of what he was doing but trusting his word that he knew how to unlock it. After what it seemed like a minute, your door unlocked with ease.

"Thank you so much, Charles. You saved me," you said, letting out a sigh of relief, "And I'm really sorry that I bothered you, you must've been busy or just resting and I made you get out of the house."

"Hey, It's okay," he said, flashing you a warm smile, "Told you could shout if you needed a spare cup of milk, or in this case, a way into your house."

"Thank you a lot, really."

You smiled softly as you both stood on your porch, and he mirrored your gesture. You looked at his features for a moment, his eyes were soft and a beautiful shade of green and blue, he looked extremely cozy clad in his hoodie and joggers.

Ugh why are you even thinking about Charles Leclerc like that? The voice inside your head came out again. And you didn't have an answer for it, but you pushed the thought away and focused on the present moment.

"So, how's the unpacking going?" Charles said after a minute of silence.

"It's getting there. Still a lot to do," you shrugged.

"Well, if you need any help, just let me know," he offered. "I'm pretty handy with setting up furniture and stuff."

"I might take you up on that," you said, and you fell into silence again.

And that's when you realized that for some reason, you didn't want the interaction to end, and something about the way he looked at you made you feel like he didn't want it either.

"How about you come in for a cup of tea?" you suggested without even taking a spare second to think about it, "As a thank you for helping me out, I mean."

He looked pleasantly surprised. "I'd really like that. Thanks."

You led him inside, quickly tidying up a few stray boxes before boiling water for tea. Once it was ready, you both sat down with steaming cups of tea, and you started talking about the topic that was inevitable among the grid and friends: Pierre and Kika's upcoming wedding.

"Can you believe they're getting married?" you asked, stirring your tea.

"I know, right?" Charles replied with a chuckle. "Pierre's been so excited. He talks about it all the time."

"They're such a great couple," you said, smiling. "Kika has been my best friend for years. I couldn't be happier for her."

"Yeah, Pierre is like a brother to me," Charles added, his expression softening. "He deserves all the happiness in the world."

You took a sip of your tea, feeling the warmth spread through you, "They deserve each other."

"By the way," Charles said, setting down his cup, "have you thought about what you’re going to wear?"

"I’ve been stressing over it," you laughed, "I want to find something perfect, and I feel like I'm running out of time."

"I’m sure whatever you choose will be great," he said reassuringly. "You have good taste."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a bit flustered by the compliment. "What about you? Got your outfit ready?"

"Not at all," he replied with a grin. "You know, since you're the maid of honor and I'm the best man, we should coordinate our outfits," he suggested with a playful smile. "Imagine how great we'll look standing next to Pierre and Kika if we match."

You laughed at the idea. "Maybe we should. It would make for some great photos."

"I can already see it now," Charles chuckled, "The perfect duo."

The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying Charles's company. He was funny, engaging, and far from the dismissive person you initially thought he was. You talked about everything from the wedding to your favorite places in Monaco, your work, his feelings about the F1 season so far and you couldn't help but think about how much the girls would freak out if they saw you talking and engaging the way you were.

Maybe they were right about you and Charles getting along well, but they're wrong about you possibly dating him, because you weren't looking for that, you thought to yourself again.

As the night drew to a close, Charles stood up to leave. "Thanks for the tea and the company, YN. I’m surprised we never got to talk like this before."

"Me too," you admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for your previous judgments about him. "I'm glad we did, though. And thank you again for helping me tonight, you were kind of my savior."

"Stop thanking me, you already did it like ten times," he said as you both walked to the door. "Are you going to the race in Austria this weekend?"

"I wasn’t planning on it," you said, "Kika's not going, and I usually go with her."

"Well, you could be my guest this time," he offered, a hopeful look in his eyes. "It could be fun."

You blinked, taken aback by his offer. "Are you serious?" you asked, needing to be sure you heard him right.

"Absolutely," Charles said, his tone sincere, "I know you're good friends with the girls and you love hanging out with them. It would be fun, and I'd love to have you there."

Your mind raced. When you left your house a few hours ago you never expected to get locked out which would lead to end your night with an invitation from Charles Leclerc to the Austrian Grand Prix, offering you a chance to spend time together at a race.

The wheels in your brain turned, making you unsure of your answer, when deep down you knew you wanted to take on his offer and go to Austria. You loved attending races and being around everyone in the F1 world, at first it was just something you did with Kika because of her boyfriend, but now it was something you enjoyed a lot.

Plus, you had to admit, the idea of spending more time with Charles was becoming increasingly appealing.

On the other hand, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt in the back of your mind. Was this just Charles being nice? Or what if the girls had put him up to this in another attempt to set you two up? You didn't want to complicate things somehow, especially with Pierre and Kika's wedding on the horizon.

Realizing you had been silent for a moment too long, you looked at Charles, your expression a mix of surprise and hesitation, and maybe you were crazy, but something in his face told you that he wanted you to say yes.

"That sounds amazing, Charles," you said, a small smile playing on your lips, "But… can I think about it? It sounds fun but I want to make sure I can make it work with my schedule."

"Of course," he replied with a nod, not pushing you for an immediate answer, "Just let me know soon so I can make the arrangements if you decide to come. I'd really like to have you there."

"Thanks, Charles," you said, feeling a warmth in your chest at his genuine interest. "I'll let you know soon."

"Great," he said, giving you a smile that made your heart flutter a little. "Goodnight, YN."

"Goodnight, Charles," you replied, watching as he walked away.

As you closed the door, you had one thought running through your head: the bridesmaids groupchat is about to go crazy

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📍SPIELBERG, AUSTRIA

The Austrian GP weekend had been eventful so far to say the least. When you arrived on friday, you expected to catch an Uber to your hotel, or for someone sent by Charles to pick you up.

But turns out, Charles himself was standing there as you walked through the gates, waiting for you with a warm smile.

None of the girls ended up attending the GP, so you spent most of your time with Charles. It felt strange at first, since you had never spent much time interacting with him before, but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy it.

Despite the friendly atmosphere off the track, it was a tough weekend for Charles competitively. His car had plenty of complications, from engine issues to problematic tires, which led him to a bad result on Sunday.

With that excuse, you suggested buying him dinner. You thought it would be a good way to cheer him up and to thank him for the weekend. It was friendly and casual.

You decided to have room service in his hotel room, neither of you in the mood to go outside, so you ordered a couple of pizzas, a bottle of wine and desert.

As the room service cart rolled in, you both laughed at how much food you had ordered. "I think our eyes were bigger than our stomachs," Charles said, eyeing the spread.

"Well, we have all night to work through it," you replied with a grin.

You both settled on the couch, the boxes of pizza open in front of you and glasses of wine in hand. If someone had told you a few months ago that you would be in this context with Charles Leclerc you'd laughed at them.

You knew the girls would have a field day when they found out.

"I'm really glad you came this weekend," Charles said after chewing on his slice of pizza, "It's been nice having you around."

"I'm glad I came too," you said, smiling back. "I didn't realize how much fun it would be. I always come to the races with Kika so this was different. Thank you again for asking me."

"I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about asking you," Charles took a sip of his wine, "I wasn't sure if you'd want to spend time with me."

You almost tensed at his words. All this time, you had assumed he disliked you because he had been rude or dismissive in your past interactions. But maybe it had all been a misunderstanding, like Kika had told you multiple times.

Damn you hated when she was right.

"Why wouldn't I?" you partially knew the answer, but you still wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I don't know. I guess I always thought you didn't like me much," he shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed.

"I thought the same thing about you," you laughed softly, "I figured you were being rude because you didn't like me."

"I never meant to be rude to you, at least not intentionally," Charles shook his head, "I'm really sorry if I ever was."

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "It's okay, Charles. I guess we both just misunderstood each other."

"I'm glad we cleared that up," Charles gave a relieved smile, "It feels good to finally talk about it. Honestly, with the wedding coming up and the roles we're playing in it, I was nervous about the entire thing being awkward."

"We're good now," you said, feeling a genuine warmth spread through you. "And now I can join you in suit shopping without it being awkward."

Charles laughed, a sound that was starting to become one of your favorites. "Oh yeah, we still have to do that. We're definitely matching."

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

"Charles you literally just passed me."

"Did I? Oh, I see you now," Charles said as he spotted you walking towards his car, hanging up the phone and parking so you could get in.

You got into the passenger seat, clicking your seat belt and dropping your hands to your lap, "Hello there."

"Hi love," Charles leaned in to peck your cheek, "How was work?"

This was routine by now. After your time alone in Austria, you and Charles couldn't stop hanging out. He picked you up from work, you cooked dinner for both of you, you had sitcom marathons together and so on.

It felt nice.

"It was meh," you shrugged, "My day is about to get interesting, though, isn't it?"

"If you find looking at ties and shirts for hours any amusing, then yes it is."

Today was the day you and Charles had been talking about for so long, you'd get his outfit for the Gasly-Gomes wedding.

You got your dress already, it was a beautiful satin green dress you absolutely loved. Since Charles was away racing when you bought it, you showed it to him through FaceTime and he insisted he needed to get the perfect suit to match it.

"It's going to be fun," you poked his side as he drove, "But we do need to find the perfect fit, Kika is going to kill us if we ruin her pictures."

"I mean you're going to look stunning so I just need to stand next to you and hope it rubs on me," he shrugged, and you felt your cheeks burn.

Charles made a habit out of complimenting you at this point, and even though you didn't want to think too much about it, you found yourself melting every single time.

"Feeding my ego again, Leclerc?" you teased.

"Just stating the obvious."

You engaged in small conversation as he drove to the boutique you've previously picked as your first option. One of the things about your unexpected friendship with Charles that you loved the most was how easy it is to talk to him about anything. It was easy, comfortable, and it made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company.

When you arrived at the boutique, Charles opened the door for you, a small gesture that always made you smile.

Inside, the boutique was filled with racks of elegant suits and dresses. A sales assistant approached you, and you explained what you were looking for. She guided you to a section with suits that could match what you needed.

Charles began browsing through the racks, holding up different jackets and shirts for you to see. After some deliberation, Charles found a suit that caught his eye.

"Try it on," you urged him, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Charles disappeared into the fitting room, and you waited eagerly. When he emerged, your breath caught in your throat. The suit fit him perfectly, making him look even more handsome than usual.

Since when were you this down for this man?

"What do you think?" he asked, turning to look at himself in the mirror.

"It's perfect," you said, "You look amazing, Charles."

He grinned, clearly pleased with your approval, "You think I look amazing, huh?"

"Don't let it go to your head, Leclerc," you replied, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile.

With the suit sorted, you moved on to finding the perfect tie. After a bit of searching, you found one that matched your dress perfectly. You held it up for Charles to see, and he nodded in approval.

"Looks great. Now, help me put it on?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Sure," you said, stepping closer to him.

As you worked on his tie, you realized just how close you were standing. Your hands moved deftly, but your heart raced with the proximity. You could feel Charles's breath on your face, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips every now and then. His eyes were fixed on you, a soft intensity in them that made your knees feel weak.

"There," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "all done."

But neither of you moved. Your faces were inches apart, and the air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. You noticed Charles glancing at your lips, and you wondered if he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"Shame on Kika and Pierre," Charles said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "We'll definitely be the best-looking pair at the wedding."

You laughed lightly, the tension easing just a bit. "Absolutely. They'll have to step up their game."

Charles's hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was so tender it made your heart flutter even more. "Thanks for helping me with this," he said, his voice sincere.

"Anytime," you replied, your voice equally soft.

You lingered a moment longer. It was just you and Charles, standing so close, sharing a moment that felt incredibly intimate. Eventually, you both stepped back, a silent understanding passing between you.

You really wanted him to kiss you

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

The most awaited weekend of the year was finally here, the Gasly-Gomes wedding bound was in full swing. Guests arrived to Portofino from all over, their excitement palpable as they gathered to celebrate the love between Pierre and Kika.

Despite Charles' attempts to convince you to fly with him, you were firm on your decision of flying with Kika, you knew how nervous she felt and you wanted to be by your best friend's side for the most important moment of her life.

However, you were attending the rehearsal dinner together. Which had caused a commotion with the girls earlier in the week.

Their so called plan of getting me a boyfriend from the grid won't work, you thought to yourself, I'm not even looking for a boyfriend, Charles is my friend.

The rehearsal dinner was set in a beautiful, intimate restaurant overlooking the sea, and you were waiting for Charles at the hotel's reception to leave together. You smoothed out your dress, glancing at the grand clock on the wall, you felt a bit nervous, which only made you think about Kika and the fact that she was probably a million times more anxious.

"Hey there," Charles's voice broke through your thoughts. You turned to see him approaching, looking effortlessly handsome in a tailored suit, "Mon Dieu, you look insanely gorgeous."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. "Thank you, Charles. You clean up pretty well yourself."

He grinned, offering his arm. "Shall we?"

You linked your arm with his, and together you made your way to the car waiting outside. The drive to the restaurant was filled with light conversation and laughter. Charles had a way of making you feel at ease, and tonight was no different.

As you arrived at the venue, the soft glow of candles and string lights illuminated the setup. Tables were adorned with flowers, and the sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop. You could see Pierre and Kika at the entrance, greeting guests with radiant smiles.

You were really happy for them.

"Let's go say hi," Charles suggested, leading you towards the happy couple.

"You both look amazing!" Kika exclaimed once you approached them, hugging you tightly. "Thank you for being here."

Pierre soon joined, greeting both you and Charles with a warm smile. "Thanks for keeping her sane on the flight here," he joked, giving Kika a playful nudge.

"It's the least I can do, you already stole her from me ," you said with a grin.

"I promise to share her from time to time." Pierre joked, making all of you laugh.

The four of you exchanged a few more words before making your way into the venue. The atmosphere inside was magical, the soft hum of conversation and laughter filled the air.

You really could feel the love and excitement radiating from everyone present.

You made your way towards the table, noticing Lando by the bar already. You couldn't help but giggle, he was dead serious about going all out with the alcohol this weekend.

You settled into your seats, Charles opening your chair for you before sitting down. You were at a big table where most drivers and their partners were already settled, Carmen and George next to you and Max and Kelly on Charles' side.

Damn, you were really the honorary WAG

"What?" you said, noticing Carmen's teasing smile as she glanced at you and Charles.

"Oh nothing," she shrugged, "You guys look really cute together."

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "Thanks, Carmen," you replied, trying to brush off her comment. "We're here as friends."

"Sure, sure," Carmen said with a wink, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her persistence.

The evening flowed smoothly, the conversations lively and the laughter contagious. As you sipped on your champagne, you couldn't help but steal glances at Charles. He seemed so at ease, laughing and joking with the others, his eyes occasionally meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart flutter.

Dinner was served, a spread of Italian cuisine that had everyone praising the chefs. You and Charles shared bites of each other's dishes, a habit that had become second nature.

After dinner, it was time for the speeches. Since you were best man and maid of honor, you came up with the idea of surprising Kika and Pierre with heartfelt messages, which lead you to nights of takeout at his place to help each other write your speeches.

Charles was the first to stand, his presence commanding attention as he held up his glass.

"Bonsoir, everyone," he began, his voice clear and confident, "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Charles,"

"No one knows you! You're not world champion," Max yelled from his place, making everyone laugh.

"Somebody's jealous because he's not best man, I see," Charles teased, causing laughter again, "Anyway, I have known Pierre for many years now, and I can honestly say he is one of the best friends I could ever ask for. And Kika, you have brought out the best in him. Your love story is truly inspiring, and I am so honored to stand here today as your best man."

His words were heartfelt and genuine, and you could see Pierre and Kika's eyes shining with emotion. Charles continued with anecdotes about him and Pierre's karting days and well-wishes, his speech met with applause and cheers by the end.

It was your turn now, you were nervous but Charles sent a wink your way as he passed you the microphone that made you relax.

"Kika and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember," you began, your voice steady. "We have shared so many incredible moments together, and seeing her find someone who makes her so happy is truly a blessing. Pierre, you have brought so much joy into her life, and I am beyond thrilled to see you both start this new chapter together."

Your speech was filled with love and appreciation, and by the time you finished, there were a few more teary eyes around the room. Kika hugged you tightly, whispering her thanks in your ear.

After the speeches, the lights dimmed, and music began to play. Everyone gathered around the dance floor, and Charles turned to you with a mischievous smile. "Care to dance?"

"Sure," you replied, taking his hand as he led you to the center of the dance floor. The music was slow, and Charles pulled you close, his hand resting on the small of your back.

You danced together, your bodies moving in sync. You felt his breath on your cheek, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your faces inches apart, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared.

From across the room, Lily and Rebecca watched with satisfied smiles. Alex joined them, raising an eyebrow. "So, you think your plan worked?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

"Definitely," Lily said, her eyes twinkling. "Look at them. They're practically made for each other."

Rebecca nodded in agreement. "We've been planning this for months, and it looks like it's finally happening."

"Well, I have to admit, you girls make a pretty good matchmaking team," Alex chuckled, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

"We just knew they needed a little push," Lily grinned, "And now, look at them. They can't take their eyes off each other."

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

Kika Gomes and Pierre Gasly were finally married.

The ceremony was held at a charming seaside chapel, adorned with white flowers and delicate ribbons. Guests filled the pews, their faces reflecting the joy and love of the occasion.

You stood beside Kika as her maid of honor, heart swelling with pride and happiness as she exchanged vows with Pierre. Charles, standing beside Pierre as the best man, caught your eye several times, his gaze warm and reassuring. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt words, laughter, and a few tears of joy.

Charles made sure to compliment you from the moment he first saw you, and everyone was gushing over the two of you being color coordinated, just like you thought they would be.

After the vows were exchanged and the couple was pronounced husband and wife, it was time for the reception, or as Lando Norris would like to call it, the time to get absolutely wasted.

The party was held at a stunning villa overlooking the sea. The evening was filled with delicious food, heartfelt toasts, and lively dancing.

Just like the rehearsal dinner two days earlier, you and Charles were together all the time. Sitting beside each other at the table, Charles grabbing the train of your dress for you when you needed it, keeping at least a hand on each other all the time. You knew that wasn't "we're just friends" behavior, but you were too happy to mind.

As the night progressed, the drinks kept flowing, and everyone was in high spirits. Lando, true to his word, was leading the charge in getting everyone to the dance floor. You and Charles danced together, his hands on your shoulders as you swayed to the music, his breath on your neck as he whispered to your ear.

You knew some prying eyes were on both of you — and by that, you mean Rebecca, Lily and their respective boyfriends—, but once again, you were too happy and tipsy to mind.

After hours of dancing and celebrating, you finally took a break and sat down with your friends at one of the tables near the dance floor.

“You two were adorable on the dance floor,” Lily teased, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh, stop,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm. “We’re just having fun.”

“Yeah, right. Just friends, huh?” Rebecca smirked.

Before you could respond, Charles appeared at the edge of the table, looking as handsome as ever, his suit jacket long forgotten and a few buttons of his shirt undone.

You were really down bad for him.

“Mind if I steal YN for a bit?” he asked, his eyes twinkling from the alcohol.

"Let the girl breathe mate! She's probably tired of you," Carlos teased, earning a round of laughter from the table.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I think I can manage a bit more of Charles," you said, standing up and taking his offered hand.

"Of course you can," Rebecca said with a smirk. "Go meet your boyfriend."

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across your face. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you protested weakly, standing up from the table.

“Not yet, anyway.” Lily laughed.

You ignored her comment, though your heart did skip a beat. You don't know if Charles had heard any of it, but you let him lead you out to the terrace, your hand wrapped around his. From the corner of you eye, you saw Kika looking at you, nudging her husband and pointing at you both, teasing smiles on their faces.

They just got married so you'll let it slide.

“Nice to get a break from all the noise,” you said once you reached the terrace, leaning against the railing and looking out at the sea.

“Definitely,” Charles agreed, standing close beside you. “It’s been a perfect night, though.”

"I know," you smiled softly, "I'm so happy for Kika and Pierre, they deserve this so much."

"They really do. It's been a beautiful day," Charles nodded, his eyes fixed on you, "Just as beautiful as you."

He stepped closer, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Your heart raced at his touch, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. You'd thought about it more times than you'd like to admit, and the way he glanced at yours told you he did too.

“Charles,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “what are you trying to do?”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m trying to charm the pretty bridesmaid,” he replied softly, his thumb tracing small circles on your waist.

You laughed, feeling a flutter in your stomach. “And how’s that working out for you?”

“Let’s find out,” he said, leaning in slowly.

He closed the distance between you, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was everything you’d imagined and more, slow and sweet, filled with a longing that had been building for months. His hands slid up to cup your face, deepening the kiss, and you melted into him, losing yourself in the moment.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

“Definitely working,” you whispered, making him chuckle.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes full of affection. “Good to know,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth.

You spent a few more moments on the terrace, talking and laughing, sharing more kisses and wrapped around each other.

You were not sure what this meant for your friendship, but you were too happy to care. The night felt magical, like a dream you never wanted to end. It was a night of new beginnings, not just for Kika and Pierre, but maybe for you as well.

As you both made your way back inside, hand in hand, you noticed a few knowing smiles and exchanged glances among your friends. Kika and Pierre were still on the dance floor, looking blissfully happy, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for them.

“Look who’s back!” Lando called out, a wide grin on his face.

“What’s going on?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at their suspicious behavior.

Kika abruptly approached the group, dragging Pierre by the hand a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Everybody pay up,” she said, holding out her hand.

Charles and you exchanged confused looks. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“We had a bet going,” Kika explained, clearly enjoying this. “We bet that we could get you two together before the wedding. And technically, we did.”

“Damn, I didn't think you girls would actually make it happen,” George handed over some money with a laugh.

“Wait, you all really bet on us? The infamous masterplan was actually a real thing?” you asked, still processing the revelation.

“Of course it was,” Rebecca said with a grin. “It was obvious to everyone except you two.”

"I can't believe you guys," you said, shaking your head but unable to suppress a smile, covering your face with your hands, Charles pecked your temple gently.

"To be fair, the girls started it, we just joined in later," Oscar said, trying to deflect the blame.

“I can’t believe it took a wedding and a bet to get us here," Charles chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "I guess we owe you all a thank you,"

"No need to thank us. Just be happy," Carmen sent a wink your way, making you smile.

"Alrighty, a toast now," Lando said, climbing on top of a chair. Everyone knew he was too drunk to be stopped so you just let him, "To Kika and Pierre the happiest and most beautiful couple in the world!"

"Hear, hear!" echoed through the crowd as glasses clinked together, laughter and cheers filling the air.

"And to YN finally becoming an official WAG!" Kika chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief, making the girls cheer.

"Official, huh?" Charles murmured, leaning in closer.

"We'll talk about that later, Leclerc," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The rest of the night was a whirlwind of dancing, laughter, champagne and celebration. Charles never left your side as you enjoyed with your friends.

As the party continued, you found yourselves on the dance floor once more, swaying to a slow song. Charles held you close, his arms wrapped securely around you. "So, how does it feel to be an official WAG?" he asked, his breath warm against your ear.

"As far as I'm concerned, you haven't asked anything, mister," you teased raising your eyebrows.

"Well then, consider this me asking," he murmured, his voice playful yet sincere.

"In that case," you began, teasing him further, "I suppose it feels pretty good."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Good to hear," he replied softly, brushing his lips against your temple.

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Oi diva sou eu denovo,andei pensando em um Enzo todo submisso a mulher,com aquela cara de coitado,daqueles que choram por medo de perder a mulher,eu amo um homem com cara de coitado.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐀, aqui está! Desculpa a demora, tô tendo ideias muito mirabolantes e complicadas de se passar para a escrita 😭 mas acredito que consegui passar essa vibe Enzo homem pobre carente da coitadolandia que prefere morrer do que perder a mulher dele em vida, que faria de tudo por ela e deixa ela ser o mulherão que ela é.

^᪲notas da autora: homem bobo carente pela esposa em quantidade exorbitante!, homem romântico e escritor de cartinha para a lobinha dele!, 40's!, guerra com tempo encurtado!, enzo militar!, muito choro e alegria!, citação de sangue e feridas!, sexo!, sexo desprotegido (já sabem meu aviso, né lsdnetes?)!

▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ você pede e a vampgi escreve.

𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐎 era 1944 e o mundo se desmoronava em ruínas. Os lares haviam sido rachados com as dores e sangramentos da Segunda Guerra Mundial. Os homens lutavam no campo de batalha, distantes de seus lares, das esposas e filhos, enquanto as mulheres tentavam manter a esperança viva nas pequenas cartas que, vez ou outra, chegavam com notícias de seus amados. Muitos soldados se mostravam inabaláveis diante do horror, mas a maioria não conseguia esconder as lágrimas quando encarava a iminência da morte.

Naquela tarde, na minúscula base médica no front latino -americano, lotada e onde o cheiro do sangue misturava-se ao odor forte de medicamentos e à fumaça que parecia impregnar cada canto; Soldados estadunidenses, brasileiros e de outros países da América passavam de um lado para o outro entre a vida e a morte. Enzo Vogrincic estava quase sem forças. Seu corpo estava encostado em uma parede manchada de mãos ensanguentadas, provavelmente de algum outro soldado ou médico que falhou em manter a vida. A camisa do uniforme verde camufla dele estava toda ensanguentada de batalhas passadas, mas seu ombro esquerdo estava com uma mancha de um sangue vivo e molhado.

Ele respirava ofegante, mas sua dor física era insignificante comparada ao medo que o corroía por dentro. Seus olhos de uma cor entre um tom de castanho médio e o mel estavam marejados, vermelhos e vidrados no além. A mandíbula travada denunciava o ranger dos dentes e escancarava a dificuldade de não soluçar tanto. Ele chorava.

De repente, um soldado chamando Fernando, muita das vezes sério, mas bom e compreensivo, se aproximou numa tentativa de acalmar os ânimos feridos em latência de seu amigo. Ele conhecia Enzo de antes da guerra, em encontros familiares, na casa de ambos onde suas respectivas esposas riram e conversaram bastante. Sabia da força de vontade e resistência do uruguaio, mas também sabia que a guerra cobrava um preço até dos mais bravos cavaleiros.

"Aguente firme, meu companheiro. Já já você vai ser atendido". Fernando disse quase gentil. Preocupado, sabia que Enzo era um dos melhores homens deles em campo.

"Não é a bala...". Enzo murmurou baixinho, a voz cortando enquanto afundava a cabeça nas mãos calejadas. "Porra, não é só isso, Fernando".

Fernando o olhou meio de lado, sem entender muito do que se tratava. "Então... o que é?".

"E se eu morrer, e se eu me for sem sequer poder dizer novamente o quanto eu a amo? Minha florcita, Fernando... ela é tudo para mim".

Um outro soldado, que deitado em um catre de madeira caindo aos pedaços, de perna ferida e gemidos profundos de dor, balbucionou em lamentação algo sobre ter força e coragem, sobre não deixar os seus demônios tomarem conta de tudo. Enzo riu em meio a tantas lágrimas.

Ele enxugou o rosto na manga comprida que cobria seu antebraço, mas logo outras mais velozes caíram. "Vocês não entendem. Minha esposa... ela". Parou, com um fungada baixinha, se sentindo completamente despedaçado. "Ela é a coisa mais linda que existe. Os olhinhos dela... tão escuros, como jabuticabas". A voz entrecortou uma vez e ele se lembrou de você. Da sua imagem, da sua risada. Ele se lembrou de como você sempre o esperava. Do sabor de seus bolos, do seu tempero tão gostoso. "E o cabelo dela... enrolado, sabe? Sempre com aqueles bobs, tão formosa, tão... minha. E se eu nunca mais viver isso?".

A frase era cheia de chamego, de dengo, da realidade do quanto Enzo era completamente devoto por você. Agarrado a sua beleza e sua alma como uma âncora. E o silêncio que se seguiu foi uma reação disso. Todos ali tinham algo ou alguém para qual voltar depois do céu nublado, mas Enzo não se importava em transparecer esse processo com mais tristeza.

Logo os médicos chegaram. Revestidos com linhas, pinças e um único propósito: salvar o maior número de vidas. Um deles levou Enzo para uma sala menor. Tinha um catre pequeno no canto, pior do que o do soldado que recitou sobre força, e sentado, observou a área médica.

Em uma mesinha próxima, uma bacia com água fervente e álcool era usada para esterelizar os utensílios. Ali também tinham um frasco éter, bandagens e mais. O médico estava concentrado, abrindo alguns botões do uniforme de Enzo até poder tirar a manga e expor a ferida. Foi com um pedaço de gaze umidecido em algo que evitou maior infecção no ombro afetado do soldado.

Ele percebeu os olhos marejados de Vogrincic, mas não comentou. Todos ali tinham as suas vezes de cair em prantos. E a escassez de matérias mais eficazes, levou o velho no jaleco a usar o resquício de éter para dar uma anestesia geral em Enzo, visto que o estado emocional poderia comprometer a situação e piorar ainda mais a dor.

Enquanto se encarregava de tirar a bala, o senhorzinho, de cabelos brancos e muito vivido, encontrou algo que o fez repensar suas escolhas de vida. No bolso do uniforme de Enzo, uma carta intacta, não lida por ninguém a não ser a mente de seu próprio escritor. O envelope externo tinha um prólogo da mensagem.

"De um homem comum, para seu grande amor.

Eternamente seu marido,

Enzo V".

Ele pensou que talvez a pessoa destinada para ler aquele papel, nunca fosse receber essa carta. Mas provavelmente pôde sentir o amor de Enzo Vogrincic durante grande parte de sua vida. E sim, você sentiu. Ele sorriu, e guardou a carta novamente no mesmo bolsinho.

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Quase três anos de guerra depois, ele voltava. Após tanto sangue e bombardeios, o mundo tinha conseguido subir minimamente até a paz. A guerra finalmente acabou e os céus estavam limpos. Os soldados estavam animados, alguns tinham um dedo a menos, um olho ferido. Outros sequer puderam voltar vivos. Mas Enzo tinha pelo o que agradecer, depois de todo aquele tempo de agonia estava voltando para os braços de sua florcita.

Olhando para o horizonte belo atrás da janela, ele sorriu para a vida. "Me espere, pode ser na estação, ou até em nossa casinha... só me espere, minha amada. Eu voltarei hoje". E então, o trem embarcou em viagem.

Em uma manhã límpida, o sol brilhava mais, como se até ele parecesse saber da chegada da paz naquele lugar. A cidade de Montevidéu estava em um alvoroço. Mulheres de toda a cidade, sendo elas, filhas, mães, esposas, vestidas com a elegância da época e com sorrisos mais que afetuosos se reuniam na estação ferroviária do centro da cidade. Você sequer tinha conseguido dormir naquela noite, o coração quase explodindo de tanta saudade.

Colocou seu melhor vestido, um na altura dos joelhos, de um tecido de poá, muito gostoso e leve. O favorito de Enzo. Ele dizia que a florcita dele ficava mais formosa com aquele vestido. Acompanhado de um cinto fininho, é claro.

Já na estação, se podia ver muitas mulheres despedaçadas, que provavelmente já sabiam da morte de seus homens, e só esperavam o uniforme deles como uma triste e fervorosa lembrança do que eles tinham feito para um mundo melhor. Sem respostas e apenas uma esperança guardada no peito, se sentou em um banco.

"Volte para mim, meu marido. Volte que eu te tomo em meus braços". Rezava para si.

De longe era possível ouvir os cantos felizes dos soldados, as vozes roucas que ressoavam ao som de alguma música de Frank Sinatra. Mas foi no barulho da locomotiva, que então, anunciou a parada. O trem finalmente chegava em Montevidéu e de lá de dentro, a festa parecia grande.

Os soldados estavam dançando de um lado para o outro, em fim, em paz. De repente, um ajudante do motorista começou a entrar em cada um dos vagões e em todos, suas palavras calmas eram as mesmas. "Peguem suas coisas rapazes, e voltem para a felicidade". Enzo tomou aquelas palavras como suas, as repetiu para os amigos próximos, as lágrimas voltando as olhos bonitos enquanto suas mãos tremiam na alça das malas.

Sem seguir ordens ou serem finos e educados, todos eles desceram, se esbarrando e até malas caindo. E de repente não havia sequer espaço na estação. Os homens corriam e seguravam suas mulheres nos braços, beijavam suas filhas com saudades e sentiam o carinho de suas mães. Enquanto outras passavam pela dor da perda. A mala na mão de Enzo vacilou dos dedos trêmulos quando te viu e as suas pernas também. Você usava o vestido de poá favorito dele, você se lembrou. Tinha prometido que usaria exatamente aquele na volta dele.

Estava linda. Estava estonteante, como uma princesinha e as lágrimas desceram forte pelas bochechas dele. Quando estava um pouco mais perto de ti, se deixou cair. Em uns tropeços de ansiedade e o peso das bagagens trazidas, ele se deixou deslizar até os seus pés.

Com joelhos no chão, ele segurava em seu vestido, as mãos fortes até demais que pareciam só matar a saudade quando cravadas em seu corpo. "Florcita... minha amada e formosa florcita". O rosto vermelho do homem se enterrou nas suas mãos delicadas quando você resolveu se ajoelhar perante dele, ele amou sentir o seu toque outra vez, sentiu falta dele. Seus lábios se arrastaram por sua pele, ele beijou ali como se tivesse encontrado um bom minério. Com um biquinho nos lábios marcados pela demora desse reencontro, os olhos ardentes, ele sussurrou. "Eu voltei... para nós. E-eu disse que voltaria".

Rindo para os ventos da cidade, você não demorou em rodar as mãos pelo rosto de Enzo, para beijar aqueles cabelos cheios dele. Para o levantar.

Já estando de pé, o uruguaio te abraçava, te tocava com o pensamento mais leve de todos. Sabendo que ele poderia não estar mais ali, mas estava. Você deslizou um dedo pelos lábios de seu marido e logo deixou um beijo meio tímido e marejados de lágrimas ali. Manchando a boca dele, que te olhava como um bebê. "Sim! Sim, você voltou, meu querido". Exclamou.

Ganhando mais ânimo, Enzo te ergueu no ar mesmo aos beijos, e a girou contra ele em um momento quase íntimo para uma demostração pública, mas ele nem sequer se importou. Um pouco tontos, perderam o equilíbrio ali e acabaram no chão, mas aquela pequena dor não afetou nenhum dos dois. E ao invés disso, a risada de vocês se misturou com choro e contra seus lábios, em meio a um beijo do século, ele respondeu.

"Eu sou e serei eternamente seu, florcita".

Mesmo estando no chão, o soldado não resistiu em ficar assim por mais um pouco, abraçados, ele te colocou para se sentar no colo dele e acariciou seu belo rostinho. "Somente seu". Tinha um tom brincante, porém choroso em sua voz. Ele com um semblante de menino perdido, admirava-te, os seus olhos de jabuticaba madura iluminando a vida dele.

Quando estavam finalmente em casa, sem uniformes ou amarras, não demorou para cair em dengo. Em um estado de completa exaustão, o homem apenas sorriu enquanto a seguia para cada quanto da casa de vocês. Quando você descia para a cozinha, ele descia, quando ia ao banheiro ou para o quintal, ele ia igual. Naquele momento em questão, você preparava a massa do bolo favorito dele, de trigo com brigadeiro de maracujá.

Agarrado por detrás de ti, as mãos fortes de Enzo na sua cintura enquanto o rosto se entregava ao bom cheiro do perfume que marcava o seu pescoço. "Você vai fazer bolo?". Ele perguntou, olhando de mansinho para a panela.

"Vou sim, meu bem". Ele te apertou ainda mais contra ele e tudo que respondeu antes de seguir o interessante aroma de seu pescoço foi um... "Eu gosto do seu bolo".

"Todos os dias, há treze anos, você diz essa mesma frase".

"Eu sei". Beijou seu ombro delicadamente e encostando a bochecha ali, ele te olhava enquanto o bolo era preparado. Você era tão linda, a mulher mais formosa e a flor mais cheirosa de Montevidéu. A música abafada pelo rádio que precisava de consertos o animava, e ele balançava o corpo junto ao seu em meio a risadas.

Mais tarde, naquele mesmo dia ainda, Enzo adormeceu completamente no chão mesmo da sala de estar, só com a brisa do ventilador e uma calça de tecido macio, e enquanto você dobrava as roupas que estavam separadas para ir a máquina de lavar, encontrou algo que você não esperava.

A carta. Com um cuidado para não rasgá-la, desdobrou o papel para ler, mas tudo que encontrou foram as mais belas e românticas das palavras do mundo. Transcritas naquele pedaço de papel amarelo, em uma letra rebuscada e culta, a carta dizia:

"Minha doce esposa,

Sei que essas palavras podem nunca chegar até você, mas preciso escrevê-las. Preciso, pelo menos, tentar. Eu estou sentado num lugar onde a dor e o desespero tomam conta de todos. Meu ombro está ferido, mas a maior ferida está no meu peito. É o medo de não poder voltar para você.

Porque você é tudo que eu tenho de mais precioso. Sempre foi. Quando fecho os olhos, vejo seus olhinhos de jabuticaba brilhando, vejo os cachinhos que você enrola nos bobs com tanto cuidado... E meu coração dói por saber que posso nunca mais tocar seu rosto.

Eu rezo para que Deus me permita voltar, para que eu possa segurar as tuas mãos de novo. Mas, se isso não acontecer, saiba que te amei com cada parte de mim. Você é a razão de eu estar aqui hoje, lutando. De eu ser quem sou.

Eu queria poder te abraçar agora, sentir seu cheiro, ouvir sua risada... Você é surreal, minha florcita, etérea demais. Minha mulherzinha. Se eu não voltar, por favor, prometa que será feliz. Viva por nós dois.

Com todo o amor que cabe em meu peito,

Enzo V".

E então, você chorou. Por ler o medo de Enzo de te perder, pelo sentimento tão latente que ele ainda tinha por você. Sempre teria. Porque soldado ou não, Enzo Vogrincic, não poderia em nenhuma circunstância, ser definido de outra maneira a não ser, completamente seu.

A carta foi guardada na gaveta da cômoda, entre as suas vestes, segura e que você um dia, diria abertamente a ele que havia sido tocada por suas palavras.

Bônus.

Quando finalmente então, Enzo acordou, a casinha estava em um silêncio confortável. A sala de estar era iluminada apenas por um pequeno abajur, seu corpo estava coberto por um macio lençol que você havia deixado sobre ele ainda quando era cedo. Ele sentia sua cabeça pesada, ainda um pouco grogue graças ao sono e com alguns segundos de recobrar o equilíbrio, se ergueu. O uruguaio te chamou uma vez, "Florcita". Te chamou outra. E você nada.

Com um bico do tamanho do mundo nos lábios, andou de um lado para o outro nos cômodos da casa, foi ao banheiro da área de baixo, na cozinha, no quintal. Logo, só restava um lugar, o quarto de vocês.

"Florcita? Minha formosa florcita?". Disse ao entrar, batendo na porta baixinho para avisar da sua presença. E você não estava na cama. Pensando um pouquinho onde estaria, ele se surpreendeu com o barulho do chuveiro caindo no azulejo do banheiro. Sorriu.

Vogrincic sentiu o seu pobre coração quase parar. Tirando a calça do seu pijama e a cueca junto, o homem caminhou nu até o banheiro com passos de cachorrinho, leves e que não fossem bem ouvidos por você.

Assim que entrou, derreteu completamente com a visão de você. Com o shampoo no cabelo, os olhinhos fechados. A mente dele não conseguia processar direito quando olhava para você. Seu corpo era muito, para um homem tão pouco como ele. Ele caminhou e entrou no box, tomando o seu corpo nos braços dele.

"Enzo!". Você gritou surpresa, apertando ainda mais os seus olhos.

Ele beijou seu pescoçinho, deslizando devagar a língua ali e deixando uma marquinha vermelinha, te trazendo cada vez mais contra ele. "Oi", sussurrou todo carente. "Preciso de você... deixa eu te comer, florcita". Pediu. Ele lhe ajudou a tirar o shampoo e suspirou quando você abriu um olho.

Sua cabeça encostou no peito dele, quando o uruguaio a prendeu contra a parede. Aquele seu olhar, aquela maldita transição entre a sua doçura usual e o tesão deixava ele completamente aos seus pés. Podia fazer tudo que você o pedisse. Ele ficou assim agarradinho por alguns minutos, mas não demorou para sentir o pau dele roçando a parte interna de sua coxa.

"Deixa, florcita... eu preciso sentir você me apertando... por favor".

Acenando suavemente, você percebeu como os olhos dele te admiravam por completo, as sobrancelhas franzida quase como se implorasse para foder você depois de dois anos e nove meses longe por conta daquela miserável guerra. Você talvez, não soubesse como fazia feliz a esse uruguaio, você ser a mulher dele. Como ele poderia morrer, mas não viver sem você.

Enzo te pegou no colo com uma facilidade indescritível, sem dar a mínima para o banho, desligou o chuveiro. Ele te guiou até a cama, a deitando com aquele carinho que foi sempre parte dos momentos quentes de vocês. A expressão amoada, de pobre coitado, denunciava o amor que residia naquele homem louco por você.

Ele se sentou na cama, as pernas grossonas bem abertas para que você pudesse encaixar a sua bucetinha no pau dele com a extrema perfeição. "Vem, senta em mim, mi florcita".

Com uma risadinha, que levou o arzinho da sua respiração para o rosto dele pela proximidade, você engatinhou para se sentar no colo do seu marido, uma perninha de cada lado antes de segurar o membro dele daquele jeitinho que o fazia agarrar mais forte seu quadril, e gemer baixinho e rouco no seu ouvido. Sem fazer muito alarde, você o encaixou no seu buraquinho carente, e sentou nele para que ele sentisse seu apertinho. O que você fazia com ele, a forma como você se movia sobre ele, como acelerava e desacelerava e encaixava o pau dele todinho dentro de você o deixava alucinando. Você era a dona daquele homem.

"M-mi amor... assim- eu te amo". Ele gemia, se encostando na cabeceira da cama, como quem sabe a esposa que tem, apenas relaxando enquanto você montava em Enzo com o conhecimento de quem tem um homem na palma da sua mão.

Seus gemidos faziam ele gemer mais, e suas mãos no peito dele faziam as dele apertar ainda mais seu quadril. Você acelerava, cada cavalgada que carregava menos fôlego, porém mais velocidade.

E no fim da noite, depois de quase três anos de angústia tenebrosa, Enzo Vogrincic se sentia realizado por estar de volta. Dormindo bem agarradinhos, o pau do homem ainda dentro de você, ele sabia que tinha o ouro da vida.

Você adormeceu de conchinha com ele e ainda de olhos abertos, mas quase caindo em sono, ele deixou um beijo na sua bochecha. "Até amanhã, esposa. Irei sonhar com você".

^᪲𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄 — Prontinho, revisado e depois de muitas lágrimas. Espero que esteja ao seu gosto, @lilablanc.

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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

No part 2 requests please

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."

-

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.

-

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."

Neteyam Headcanons ✽ Part 2

Neteyam is a very attentive listener. Even if he’s busy doing something, or after a long day when he just wants to rest, you’ll know he’s listening to every word you’re saying. He loves hearing your voice, and your bubbly storytelling over the rundown of your day while he was gone actually helps take his mind off the responsibilities that ail him. Though he may not respond in words all the time, you’ll look over to see his ear flick in your direction as a clear indicator that he’s hearing you, followed by a hum or a head nod that permits you to continue speaking. You’ll beam when you hear him randomly chime in. “And then what?”

He definitely gets jealous. He comes off as secure due to his naturally confident demeanor, but deep down he’s terrified that one day he’ll lose everything he loves, including you. Anytime he catches another male looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, he’ll bare his fangs at them and hope you’re not paying attention. You only look up at him to see what’s going on based off the other man’s reaction and he’ll send you the sweetest smile that extinguishes your suspicions, until you feel his tail possessively coil around your thigh.

Loves having his hair played with and finds it very relaxing. It’s so easy to coax him to sleep at night, regardless of his want to stay up with you. After only five minutes of you running your fingers through his hair you’ll hear him snoring into the small of your neck. He’s also trying to grow it out to be as long as his mom’s, so when you show interest or appreciation towards it and mention that it might have gotten longer, he gets very excited. You usually wake up before him in the mornings, so as you’re waiting for him to open his eyes you’ll strum your fingers through his soft braids, massaging his scalp on the way down and eliciting deep, faint purrs from the man fast asleep on your chest.

Depending on the situation, the man can have quite the temper on him. To no surprise, though. I feel as if the ones who constantly appear calm, collected, and carefree are the ones you definitely do not want to piss off. He may appear a big softie and a sweetheart because let’s be honest, he is. But when it comes to protecting you or his family? He’s going to jail.

Has a staring problem. He can’t keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tries. He’ll be in a meeting with Jake and the other warriors off in the distance, and you’ll look over to see him paying zero attention and looking dead at you while you’re helping the female elder’s with some tasks. When you catch him ogling you’ll motion your head at his father and urge him to focus with a pointing look, in which he just grins and quickly looks away.

And lastly, I headcanon that Neteyam has social anxiety. Being the eldest son of olo’eyktan and up next for the throne, he’s constantly stared at or bothered wherever he goes and it overwhelms him. He wishes he could just be a normal na’vi, free to live his life the way he pleases. Not ‘son of Toruk Makto’ or ‘the next clan leader’. Just plain old Neteyam. You’re the only one who sees him as who he really is and doesn’t put him on a pedestal simply because of his title. He prefers to spend his free time with you, cuddled up somewhere in a secluded part of the forest and safely tucked away from the eyes of others.

WE LISTEN AND WE DON’T JUDGE.

pairing. Pedro Pascal x younger! fem! reader

synopsis. you and Pedro do the we listen and we don’t judge trend.

warnings. mention of age gap (late 20s/late 40s), short fic.

babs’ notes. guys ik this trend isn’t trend anymore but i just had to write it

EVEN THOUGH YOU DIDN’T WANT TO ADMIT IT, you were a chronically online person. You weren’t particularly proud of it, but the constant stream of trends on TikTok was enough to keep you entertained for hours.

You loved to post mini vlogs and grwms videos on TikTok. It was fun to do, and the bonus money it brought in was a welcome perk. The creative process of filming, editing, and sharing snippets of your life with the world brought you a sense of joy and fulfillment.

On the other hand, Pedro was content with simply posting stories on Instagram. Being an older man, his Instagram was a bit chaotic, yet endearingly so. He mostly posted pictures with you, capturing beautiful moments and showcasing your love and adventures together.

So when you saw the TikTok trend We Listen and We Don’t Judge, where partners share little, harmless secrets, you just knew you had to do it with Pedro.

To your surprise, it didn’t take much to convince him; he was always up for these kinds of fun. What took longer was explaining the trend to him, but somehow, you managed to get through it.

You pressed record, and both of you said in unison, “We Listen and we don’t judge.” You couldn't help but notice Pedro's adorable expression on the phone screen; he looked so happy to be there.

“Okay, I’ll start,” you said, turning to look at your boyfriend. You took a moment to think of what to say first. “I can hear you when you’re singing in the shower, and it sounds terrible,” you said, trying hard to hold back your laughter.

Pedro narrowed his eyes at you, a mix of mock indignation and amusement crossing his face. Deep down, he knew there was a bit of truth in your words. “We listen and we don’t judge,” you both repeated in sync, and now it was his turn.

Pedro took a deep breath and grinned. “When we first met, I thought you are a bit of brat,” he admitted.

Your mouth dropped open in shock. You hadn’t expected him to be that blunt. But, as the trend dictated, you couldn’t judge. You managed to keep your expression neutral, despite your surprise.

Pedro chuckled, noticing your reaction. “I know, it sounds horrible, but that’s what I thought at first,” he said, his tone softer.

You ignored him with an eye roll, “We listen and we don’t judge.”

“Sometimes you get me so upset when you forget something,” you confessed, scanning his expression on the phone screen. “But I always remind myself you’re just an old man,” you chuckled, looking at him.

Pedro took this secret well and just shrugged. “That was obvious, I am an old man,” he said with a smile.

“We listen and we don’t judge,”

Pedro's eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in closer to the camera. “Your Spanish is bad... like really bad,” he said with a smile, clearly enjoying the playful banter. It really sounded like he came just for the hate, but you smiled, ready to dish it back.

“Well, your French isn’t good either,” you retorted, raising an eyebrow.

“We listen and we don’t judge,”

“I hate when you fart and blame it on me,” you said, the words barely escaping your mouth before you both burst into laughter. Pedro's eyes widened in shock, his laughter bubbling up uncontrollably.

“Jesus Christ Y/n, you can’t say shit like that to people,” Pedro exclaimed with laugh, trying to calm himself down. He had expected many things, but not this.

Your laughter was infectious, and Pedro couldn't help but join in, his body shaking with mirth. “Well, it's true!” you said, still giggling. “You do it all the time.”

Pedro wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still chuckling. “Alright, alright. But we listen and we don’t judge, remember?”

You both repeated, “We listen and we don’t judge,” in unison, still grinning from ear to ear.

"When I was filming Gladiator, some lady asked me if you're my daughter," Pedro chuckled, referring to your age difference. The memory seemed to amuse him greatly, and the twinkle in his eyes made it clear he found the situation hilarious.

You gave him a knowing stare. "We listen and we don't judge," you said, the words almost automatic now.

"I love when you wear glasses, it turns me on so bad," you said with a smirk, your voice dropping a notch. It was a bold confession, one that you knew would get a rise out of him. You couldn't help but think about your PR manager, already dreading the phone call you'd probably get after posting this video.

Pedro's smirk matched yours, his eyes filled with a mix of confidence and affection. "Knew that," he said confidently, his gaze locking with yours. His playful tone, combined with the way he looked at you, sent a shiver down your spine.

Of course, you did have to cut out some parts because Pedro could be a dirty bastard and truly had no filter. His unfiltered remarks were hilarious but perhaps a bit too much for the fans and especially your PR managers.