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leclercsbf · 9 months
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post-quali conversations.
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snoopylovessoup · 5 months
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When they’re not a fan of snoopy:
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unicornio12am · 7 months
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🚩🚩🚩Quiero jugar con tu cuerpecito, conocer todo lo que te hace perder el control y usarlo a mi favor, hacer que supliques tenerme, hacer que te calientes tanto que estes dispuesta a obedecerme totalmente solo para que te haga mia.
地狱
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unaside · 22 days
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AKA: i love that your stupid. it’s proof that even though how feisty you get, you’ll always be a cute little stupid idiot.
keefe sencens red flags pt.2
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rayyzcosmos · 3 months
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द्वार मेरे ये अभागे, आज इनके भाग जागे
बड़ी लम्बी इन्तेज़ारी हुई रघुवर तुम्हारी
तब आयी है सवारी
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संदेशे आज खुशियों के
हमारे नाम आये हैं
बजाओ ढोल स्वागत में
मेरे घर राम आये हैं
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of course one of her favorite characters to write is apollo...
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why is she doing this to us.
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unshackled-if · 11 months
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Meet King Aurelian Caelum!
Aurelian Caelum [RO] - King of Celestia
Age:???(25) [ 6’0”(182cm)|White hair |Golden eyes ]
Note: Time and agin is slow in this story and humans age differently, for example since Aurelian has an angelic background he can live for centuries but for humans, the longest life span they can have are between 200-250. Some may defer depends of their background.
Aurelian was born into a family with a long and proud heritage, tracing back six generations of rulers who have come before him. The family of Caelum is known for their angelic ancestry and golden eyes with each generation possessing a connection to the divine and a sense of nobility and grace.
From a young age, Aurelian was trained to be a ruler, learning the art of diplomacy and governance from his father (Lucius Caelum) who was a respected king. Aurelian always felt he was destined for greatness, and he was determined to be the greatest ruler the kingdom of Celestia had every seen.
When he ascended early to the throne, King Aurelian quickly made his mark on Celestia. He was decisive and confident, making bold moves to expand his influence. His charisma and commanding presence that he showcases to the people, made him a natural leader, and he quickly won the admiration and loyalty of his subjects.
Despite that, King Aurelian has a hidden personality that he never showcase to his people. Such as his selfish and dishonest tendencies. He becomes jealous of other people’s success and recognition, with his perfectionist attitude that lead him to demand nothing but the best from himself and others, and he could be harsh and demanding to those who failed to meet his high standards.
King Aurelian’s desire for possession and control can lead him to act in ways that immoral or unethical. He may manipulate and deceive others to achieve his goals or use his power to gain what his.
Physical Appearance:
King Aurelian is a striking figure, with tanned skin and piercing golden eyes that seems to glow with an inner light. His tall height and lean, muscular build give him an imposing presence, and he moves with a grace and fluidity that belies his strength. His short hair is pure white, and he sometimes leave it natural or style it in a swept back fashion. Despite his youthful appearance, there is a hint of wisdom in his gaze that suggests he has seen much in his life.
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alphashley14 · 5 months
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“My Sweet Ricky.”🚩
“Don’t ever call me that! You lost that the night you betrayed me.” 💔
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leclercsbf · 9 months
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you know what really fucks me up? the fact that charles doesn’t just call carlos “mate”, he calls him “🥰 mate 🥰” in the most endearing way.
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lifeguardgodking · 1 year
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My red flags 🚩
09. I have zero social skills or patience until I’ve had coffee
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doriana-gray-games · 1 year
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Wait, is X a RO? They’re listed under NPC but some of the recent asks got me wondering. I’m assuming they would be a very red flag RO, if they are 😂
X has romance points and variables and things like that.
But X is not quite like the rest 😗
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rolling-restart · 2 years
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In The Pale Moonlight [Charles Leclerc x Reader] - Part 1
*** This is a NSFW Charles Leclerc x Reader fic with dominant reader and submissive Charles. If it’s something you want to avoid or you are minor, please scroll past. ***
Status: incomplete 
Part 2 | Part 3
Tags and content warnings: non-negotiated scene, under-negotiated dynamic (for plot reasons, I strongly encourage kink negotiating irl), subdrop, irresponsible dom behaviour, angst.
Summary: You are the new team principal of Ferrari and you spiral into an affair with Charles before you know it. 
PART 1
After a promising 4 year process, you complete your mechanical engineering phd that focuses on vehicle aerodynamics , you find yourself climbing your way up in Ferrari F1 team quickly compared to most. When current team principal decides to quit, it doesn’t surprise you that you are one of the strongest candidates for the position.
As a factory-only engineer for the most of the time, you are not acquainted with paddock crew very well but you are well aware of the dynamics. After all, advancement comes with knowing how to play politics and politics only work if you manage to keep a tab on everyone.
When the promotion comes, you know it’s not a decision made in your best interest. The season’s car is ready and built with components and a design you’d simply call insufficient against all your protests. You know you are set to fail by other people here but you are not the one to give up.
After firing half of the strategy team, changing the entire design of the power units after Barcelona testing and signing with new sponsors, things start to look more hopeful for the oncoming season. Only then, you manage to make time to meet the drivers and the rest of the paddock team.
The reception is pretty formal against your preference and when you begin to get tired of endless handshakes and greetings, you see him. It is kind of hard to ignore his efforts to catch your gaze across the room. However, you find a small delight in not indulging his enthusiasm, partly to preserve professional composure and partly to watch him become more and more desperate for your attention. He is in a tight fitting suit with Ferrari badge on the jacket and it seems like he is getting hot and impatient in it.
It lasts until the end of the reception and he stays while everyone leaves slowly. When you move to the parking lot to leave as well after sending your overly eager assistant home, he gets in your way.
“It is not like a responsible team principal to ignore her best driver from the day one”
“It is not like a self-assured driver to try to get his team principal’s attention instead of just coming up to her.”
His pretty mouth gapes at your response and you see a glimpse of his flushed chest peeking through his unbuttoned shirt. You can tell he drank a bit too much during the reception (probably due to frustration).
“Let me drive you to your hotel. We can use the time to get acquainted.”
He flushes even further to the proposal. After all, it is a bit of an ego thing to be driven by someone as an F1 driver and it is even more frustrating due to the deliberate ignoring act through the night. But he cannot resist your commanding tone that probably wouldn’t take no as an answer.
You open the passenger door for him and he gets into your blood red Ferrari La Ferrari (courtesy of the team as signing bonus). When you get into the car next to him, you find him looking at you, mesmerised but anxious. Just to make things worse for him, you reach out to his side and listen to his breath hitch while you buckle his seatbelt for him.
The short trip is filled with soft conversation and hesitant silence from Charles. You don’t mind at all. You have all the time in the world to break him apart and pull him back together during the season. It just mildly surprises you that he starts breaking apart only with your dominating presence in the room and the smallest of the gestures.
Season starts hard and fast. It is soon evident that you turned a mediocre car and a slim chance to win into an absolute track dominating monster. You watch Charles taking pole after pole, win after win from afar and he still seems to melt under your amused and proud gaze.
After a triple header, you all manage to go back to Italy to do some additional sim work. You are sitting at your office on a lazy Tuesday afternoon. You changed Mattia’s transparent glass office into a more privacy-accommodating one. You hear a knock on your door and Charles lets himself in before you can say ‘Enter’.
He seems terrified by his own audacity and looks at you with wide eyes, still holding the doorknob. You now know that he hates not getting validation that he is doing alright or an acknowledgment that he is not doing anything wrong. Therefore just to push his limits, you lay back, raise your eyebrow and say nothing.
He seems to forget how to move his body and makes a gasping sound as if your presence in the room makes it hard to breath for him. He lets go of the doorknob and rubs his sweats hands. You don’t change your posture and enjoy the anxiety it brings out of him. Suddenly, as if something switched on in him, he makes his way to you across the room and drops on his knees in front of you. You have to suppress your chuckle. He seems breathless, entierly red but still insists on making eye contact with you.
“Thank you. I cannot thank you enough. How can I thank you?”
He is, in a way, right to thank you. You pulled him out of his losing streak and made him lead on driver’s championships with your exemplary leading. However, looking at the prize your efforts brought you, you feel like it is all worth it.
You extend your arm without moving your body to card his hair. It is soft and damp with anxious sweat. You tug it a little and earn a breathless whine from him. You are not particularly cruel to people who leave themselves to your mercy but there is something in Charles that awakens something entirely primal, entirely predatory in you. Plus, he looks so pretty when he is in this sweet suffering.
“I think you know exactly how you can thank me. Go lock the door.”
He gulps. He rushes to the door to lock it and comes back. Then he slowly crawls closer to your parted legs and pushes the blood red skirt of your two piece suit up. You can feel his hot, irregular breath on your thighs. He eats you out like a starved man for a while that feels like hours to both of you. When he is done, he looks up to you. His face is glistening with your wetness and his eyes are glazed with tears of excitement. When you sit more upright on your chair, you can see he is painfully hard under his slacks. Well that brings a smile to your face. You look at his face with a brief consideration.
“Open your mouth.”
He obliges instantly and when you spit in his mouth, he stops breathing for a second. Then he swallows obediently.
“Now, get out of my office.”
You can swear that he is about to cry at your nonchalant words. Nevertheless, he obliges and leaves you alone. For a second, you ask yourself whether it was too much and whether this harsh treatment would drive him away.
You are proven wrong when you receive a handwritten letter at the paddock during the next race. There is no name. Only signed with a shaky “Yours only” on the envelope. You open it in the privacy of your temporary office and slightly surprised to see that it is from Charles. Two pages, front and back, filled with filthy, passionate desires of that pathetic little man you may have fantasised about since that damned day at your office. You know that moment, you know he belongs to you and only to you and you are going to take full advantage of it.
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l8tof1 · 8 months
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not perez in the gravel 💀😭
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accidentalslayer · 3 months
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You're not "a catch" my dude. You're an air raid siren.
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