AHHHH HELLOOO sorry i usually dont request much, haha this is actually my second request in all of my tumblr story ever but...i saw you decided to write for gaming and i just couldnt resist, i love your writing a lot and i just think its so immaculate hahaa. Could you write an scenario where male reader is stressed from work (imagine he has an important job like a doctor or something whatever you want is fine :)) because he has been working days nonstop, so much that his boyfriend is all worked up and horny for him so when reader comes back he finds himself straddled by him while hes begging for fucking? With cockwarming, breeding kink and cowgirl position. Could that be with Gaming, Lyney and Gorou? SORRY IF IM ASKING MUCH I DONT WANT TO BE A BOTHERđđ i just dont know how to request but thanks for reading all of rant. And again, thank you and sorry for botheringđ have a nice day/afternoon/night!
"an unnamed player has invited GA-MING, LYNEY, and GOROU to play . . .
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A/N : aa u are never a bother !! i am SO SORRY this took so long for me to get to, omg . . . but i had sm fun with this (´â˝`ĘâĄĆŞ)
"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."
Patient after patient after patient, each one with a more downright stupid trouble than the last. Your day had started with a young man, clearly fresh out of Millelith training, complaining of a tummy ache, of all things! He had clutched his stomach and moaned and groaned, and all you could prescribe him was bedrest. Itâs not like you were going to waste medicineâmedicine that some people neededâon someone who ached because he didn't eat fucking breakfast.Â
The next patient was an older woman, here only for her biannual check up. You'd greeted her, said a sweet, âGood morning, madame,â but all she did was turn her snobby nose up at you and demand you not waste her time.
âMadame, you have a seriousââÂ
âI know, young man.â You had heaved a sigh, letting her boss you around for the length of her appointment before sending her off with the exact same specifications as last time: take vitamins, get ample rest, stop talking back to people just doing their jobs. (Though, that last one there was merely something you wished you had said.
Too bad the customerâin this case, patientâis always right, huh?)
But, by the end of the day, you wish, instead, that you had simply elderly after elderly; their disrespect pales to the absolute headache that the rest of your patients put behind your eyes, pounding at your skullâbam, bam, bam.
Wham bam-thank-you-ma'am, all throbbing incessantly behind your eyes and making you wanna hurlâexcept, god, youâre the fucking doctor, and whoâs there to take care of him when heâs a little under the weather? Youâve got your boyfriend, of courseâyour perfect boyfriend, light of your life, apple of your eye, yet heâs home, and youâre here, and youâre bloody exhausted.Â
âI need to go home,â you murmurâquiet, lest your own voice make you lose the last of your thin-threaded sanityâ, already stripping yourself of the itchy scrubs you wear during the long days.Â
âBut sirââ the nurse asks, meak, but her voice is still too loud, too shrill for right now.Â
You huff. âIâve worked for fourteen hours.â The tired gruff to your own voice makes you cringe. You can feel the way it tumbles from your chest, rattling you, your overly sensitive eyes and brain and head and fuckinâ everything, at this point. âRefer to the doc on duty, now.âÂ
The nurse nods, once. âHave a good night, doctor.â
You bid farewellâa kind apology with a promise to make it up to them, to bring them coffee, maybe, or some cookiesâ, and you take the slow walk home. The sky is dark and the fireflies are out, the gentle glow illuminating the path. With nothing but your own thoughts and the night to accompany you, you feel your headache gradually ease. It throbs, still; but each bump in your skull is gentler, now: itâs easier to ignore.Â
Although the porch light is too strongâthe lantern bright and attracting the nighttime bugs and mothsâ, the foyer of your home is dark. Your aching head is grateful for the reprieveâfor the silence that envelops you in totality the second the door clicks quietly shut behind youâ, but something other than tiredness pulls at your heartstrings: your sweet boyfriend, clad in only a shirt of yours, toeing into the entryway.Â
âHoney?â He wipes the sleep from his eyes, softly smiling at you. âHi.â
âGa-ming, honeyââ honey, because Ga-ming unabashedly stole the pet name from you, first, ââyou didnât have to stay up for me.âÂ
As if on cue, his jaw cracks open in a yawn: this, you do not need the lights on to see. Your heart aches with your head, knowing that he had stayed up just for you. âHoney,â you repeat, sliding off your jacket and stepping up to him. You take his waist in your hands, bunching up the shirt he stole from your closet.
âQuit with that,â he murmurs, tilting up his head for a soft kiss. You grant it; but when you go to pull back, to keep the kiss gentle and chaste, Ga-ming presses forward, darting that little tongue out to lick at the seam of your lips; his hips, too, come bumping against yours, pressing into your thigh, pant to skinâ
âGa-ming?â you repeat, breath leaving you in a low huff. âYouâreââ bare.Â
Utterly, wholly bare: an expanse of warm, slick skin against your clothed leg. ââm ready,â he mumbles while he takes to mouthing at your throat. His lips soothe you, somehow; itâs a reprieve, a stark contrast, to the pounding at your skull.Â
âReady?â you whisper, tilting your head back, letting your hands guide the steady roll of his hips onto your lap.Â
He nods. âReady for you,â he enunciates as he softly whines.Â
Ga-mingâyour Ga-mingâ, your boyfriend, your love and light of your life: right here in front of you, on you, all needy for you, offering himself to you, wholly ready for the taking.Â
âSo please,â he continues, his cock dragging heavy across the seam of your pant; âfuck me.â
âOh, honey,â you murmur; then again, an âoh, honey,â because youâre still half-dressed up in your clothesâthough theyâre only soft and bland, made to fit under the rough scrubs you had abandoned at the officeâ, and Ga-ming is naked save for the shirt draping across him, the low hemline covering the absolutely sinful way he grinds down. Itâs a dirty move, a down, down, down that gives his sensitive cock friction against your pelvis.Â
âPlease, please, âm ready, I saidââ his words abruptly drop off, a high cry in his throat that sends him to hide his overly-warm face in your neck. His skin burns against you, a feverish-hot that makes you chuckle, makes the throb in your head go away, just-so. âI said I-I was ready, so, please!â
You coo, quiet, bumping your hips up once. The jerking motion makes him cry out, but he manages to keep himself upright, right-side up but entirely unmoored on your cock. âGo on then, little lion. Take what you need, yeah?â
Whimpering a quiet, âY-yeah,â he begins riding you, slow, steadyâbut slightly off-balancedârolls of his hips that makes him whine, makes you groan low nâ deep in your chest. You let your hands rest on his hips, the fabric of his shirt falling over your wrists, and gently guide his motions. Once youâve helped him establish himself, he begins riding you harder, more desperate.
Silent tearsâthough, are they truly silent, loud as he is moaning out for you?âdribble down his cheeks, falling to his shirt and soaking the collar of it in salty evidence of his abject pleasure. His abdomen is tensing and relaxing and tensing and relaxing again, all in a rapid loop, in and out and in nâ out, and then thereâs a fucking bulge right below his navel when he sinks down hard nâ deep on your cock; and youâre sent over the edge at the sight, moaning through your teeth as you fill Ga-ming up with hot, sticky cum.
âOh, ohââ he cries, grinding down harsh to get all your cum in as deep as possible, deep ânuff to breed himâ âbred me, bred me so well, ohââ You groan at his desperate babbling as his thighs jerk around your hips, just before they give out on him entirely. He falls bodily into your chest, heaving through his own orgasm as weak mewls tumble from his prettily parted lips. Each sound is smeared into your throat while you laugh, light and breathless, jostling his overly-sensitized body and making him flinch.Â
âSorry, honey.â You kiss at his temple, and, the whole while, his small cunt is left to unconsciously milk your cock, left to assure that loud, insecure part of his brain that heâs wanted, that heâs bred all nice nâ full because he is loved. Youâre long done, now, but the undulations make your body warm, soft, safeâjust like Ga-ming is, comfy in your lap and wholly protected. âThank you.â
He shakes his head against you, nuzzling into your throat with a heavy sigh. âYou donât haveâhafta thank me,â he mumbles, a lick at your Adamâs apple to seal the deal. âI wanted ta.â
Tucking up the blankets around him, you grin. âThen can you warm my cock, lilâ dragon? Just for me?â You run your fingers lightly up his clothed spine, delighting in the shiver you can feel, one that runs the length of your cock as heâs snug on it. âSince earlier was all about you?â You raise the end of your sentence in a lilting tone, meant to tease, and Ga-ming huffs at you.Â
And, n further retaliation, he clenches around you; the soft squeezeâall wet nâ warm, smearing your own cum across the base of your cock and leaving the mess of both of yours to dribble down the minute space between your bodiesâforces you to calm your breathing, to take in the delicate scent of what is undeniably Ga-ming mixed with the smell of your own shirt, your own cologne.Â
You laugh, then. ââm sorry,â you say again amidst giggles, ones youâre careful you confine only to your upper chest lest the movement be too uncomfortable on both of your oversensitive groins.Â
He doesn't reply, snuggled up comfy on your lap and stuffed full of your cock nâ cum both. Instead, he only noses into your neck further before his breathing steadies, lulling you to sleep, too.
Itâs in your final moments of consciousness that you realize your head no longer hurts.Â
(You suppose you now have the evidence that, yes, an orgasm is sufficient enough a cure for headaches.)
Under Lyneyâs palm, a small floor lamp clicks silently on. The light is admittedly dim, but, to your sensitive eyes, the bulb is blinding. You cringe and cover your eyes; but it only serves to shield you slightly, because youâre still upright in the foyer, and your body is rather weak. âLyney,â you tiredly murmur, lifting your palm just enough to see the ground lest you trip.Â
You bump into him, laughing lightly, but his worried hands jump to your arm. âHeyââ
âIâm okay.â Youâre quick to calm him, placing your free hand on his in a tender gesture as you make way to the living room. âJust a headache, âs all. Ya shouldn't have stayed up fâr me.â Earlier, it hurt to even think; but here, with him, the pain is easy to ignore, in the face of his own self destruction.
He grumbles at you, though, says something you canât quite catch and drops his hands, pads over to the lamp to flick it off. The return of darkness is soothing.Â
He smiles at you, then; or, at least, you think he does. Itâs difficult to see in the dark, and you canât strain your eyes without hurting yourself. âI wanted to!â He takes three long strides before heâs standing in front of you, draping his arms across your shoulders. The position makes his (your) shirt ride up on his belly, andâ âI missed you, yâknow,â he murmurs, suddenly all soft nâ deep, looking up at you and bumping his forehead against your chin. âA lot, really.âÂ
âLynââÂ
He quickly silences you with a kiss. Against your lips, he pulls back, murmurs, âI missed your cock, especially.â
Laughing against him, you lean up âtil he can no longer reach you. He pouts at you when you reply, faux-snark, âonly my cock, huh?â Your bottom lip juts outâa mirror of Lyneyâs own, a magic trick of his you took for your own; itâs a devilish trick, one you play right alongside puppy-dog eyes you know heâs soft to. âHow cruel.âÂ
He huffs at you, pulling you down by the collar of your shirt to kiss the mirth off your lips. âI was tryinâ to be seductive,â he grumbles, knocking against your chin and beginning to push you backwards into the living room. âBut nevermind!â
You want to say, âHey, now:â disagree with him and keep on pouting and go, âhey, hey, hey,â all offended, but the backs of your knees come into contact with the edge of the sofa, and youâre well and sufficiently distracted from that idea.
âSit,â he gently commands youâmerely the illusion of choiceâ, giving you no choice in the matter with the way heâs pressing you down into the cushions. You go easily; you sigh in relief when the softness begins enveloping youâa pillowâs snug right in the middle of your back, and you briefly wonder if Lyney had planned this. He murmurs, âthere you go,â quiet nâ soft, and youâre taken by the way this man gives to you.Â
He wears his heart on his sleeve, truly; except, right now, the sleeve is yours (just like his heart belongs to you and yours to him in turn), and it's bare, and so is the expanse of his long, pale thighs, the hem of his boxers peeking out beneath the shirt. He stands in front of you, between your legs, makes sure youâre down and that youâre gonna stay down, but your eyes arenât really tired, not anymore, staring at Luneyâyour Lyneyâbefore he huffs and sits bodily onto you, straddling your lap with his knees sinking into the cushions on either side of you.
âLyney,â you murmur, reaching out to take hold of his thighs. The position makes the shirt rise up on his belly, exposing the soft, rippling muscles there; but, in the dark, all you can go by is what you feel against your own stomach, his bare skin pressed to your thin shirt. âI was kiddinâ, sweetheart.â
âI know you were,â he snaps at you, mean-like, but he brings his arms around your shoulders all sweetly and nuzzles into the side of your head. âBut I wasnât. IâI really did miss you; and your cock. If youâif you wanna, of course.âÂ
âOf course I want to, Lyn,â you mutter, tilting your head up to kiss beneath his chin. âIâm just a little tired.â
âA little?â He huffs, again, before sighing. âJustâlet me do the work, alright? Iâm already...â he pauses, tilts his head to the side, breathes in and out sharply.
You hum at him to go on.Â
ââm already prepped.â Oh.Â
âOh?â You grin, bringing your tired arm up to cup his cheek. He leans into your palm and his eyelashes flutter, brushing against your skin. âGo ahead then, sweet thing.â
And go ahead he does, smiling into you before he abruptly leans back ânuff to chuck off the shirt. You whine, say, âhey!â but there isnât any bite left on your tongue when Lyney starts tugging his boxers down, too. Heâs impatient, pulling at the seam and groaning curses at the fabricâas if itâs the damn boxersâ fault that heâs in a position that prevents him from taking them off.Â
He relents, tilting this way and that and finallyâafter painstaking minutes later, ones that, under no circumstance, should be arousing, but the anticipation, the wait: it all makes your dick chub up in your own pantsâLyneyâs left naked in your lap. The fabric hangs off his foot, and you reach down to tug it the rest of the way off for your sweet boyfriend as he busies himself unbuckling your own belt, loosening the tough leather enough for your pants to droop and enough for him to reach a hot hand into your briefs.Â
âEager, huh?â you tease, lifting your hipsâand, subsequently, himâto let him get your dick out of your pants. Neither of you bother pulling down your own pants, not after Lyney spent so long on his boxers alone. He doesnât dally. âMy sweet Lyney.â
He sighs, againâheâs rather dramatic tonight; but, then again, when isnât he? It wouldnât quite be your Lyney without some theatricsâ, spitting into his palm and lathering up your cock with it while he makes to straddle you more fully. âThought you were tired,â he grumbles, hovering his, indeed, wet nâ slicked up and entirely prepped cunt over your thick cockhead.
âMhm.â You set your hands on his plush thighs once he hooks the head of you into his loosened hole, groaning low and pleased in your throat while he softly whimpers at the barely-there stretch. He prepared himself well. âBut when youâre lookinâ so pretty for me, I canât help being wide awake. Wouldnât wanna miss this sight for the world.â
With your eyes now adjusted to the lightâand, oh, you consider how the throb of your head is a bygone memory nowâ, you can see the way his cheeks darken just-so, puffed up in exertion as his groin meets yours. Youâve got your cock stuffed up balls-deep in him, and he leans into you once heâs fully settled.Â
He moans, less out of outright pleasure and more out of total contentment, comfy and warm on your lap as your arms knead at his thighs. His arms squeeze around your shoulders, and he quietly asks, âGimme a minute.â
Nodding, you simply bask in the steady heat of him, letting him adjust and recognize that, yes, youâre home, now, and you hadnât really left him at all. âI missed you,â you murmur rather suddenly, your voice quiet but still stark in the silence of the night. âThought about you durinâ my shift.â
âYou did?â His voice is rough but wispy, a little out-there and entirely gone. Heâs slipping into that mindset he always does when heâs left to warm your cockâregardless of if it were by his volition or your ownâ, but he begins to subtly grind his hips against you, mewling at the hot sparks of rapture from his cock rubbing just right against you.Â
ââCourse I did,â you continue, moving your hands to his hips instead to help move him along. His arms tighten around you and he moans directly into your ear.
From then on, itâs quiet: quiet, that is, save from the obscene slick noises of the lube Lyney used to prep himself earlier with his own slick, your pre-cum mixing up and making a mess of thick liquid between both of your thighs. His moans are barely audible, these soft, gentle lilâ uh, uh, uhâs punched out of him with each tender grind down.Â
You think, even, that youâll both cum like this: quiet, nothing but the sounds of your connection and heavy breaths, moans, groans as you fall over the edge. But then Lyney starts bumping his groin against yours even harder, grinding down deep on your cock and rubbing against your full balls, and he starts babbling for you to âbreed me! Pleaseââ
âI-Iâll breed you,â you groan, leaning your head back into the sofa cushions and chasing your release, chasing the release you both want, the one he wants so desperately stuffed up deep inside him. âGonna fill you right up, just like you want, sweetheart.âÂ
He babbles moreâa mix of syllables and words, more pleas for you to breed himâuntil heâs silenced by his own high-pitched whine, cumming around you and slathering you in creamy-white. The steady clench and release of his cunt forces you to your own end, thick cum slowly leaking out from the edges of his cunt and your cock. (You can hardly tell whatâs your leaking cum and what is his own.)
âThank you,â he mumbles, already beginning to doze. âThânk you:â quieter, more muddled against your ear.
You grab the throw you have across the sofaâs armrest, rucking it up around the two of you; you cocoon Lyney safe in your arms and on your softened cock. Heâs nodded off, now, and he misses your words: âYou donât have to thank me,â you say anyway, even if he doesnât hear you, âI love you.â
The cumâll be sticky, later, when you wake up; but for now, itâs perfect. Itâs perfectly warm and entirely cozy, wholly snuggled up with the love of your life. Your headache, the stressors of the dayâtheyâre all forgotten in his presence.Â
Youâre so, so glad to love him.Â
âHi, puppy,â you coo. The sound of your own voice grates you, but you ignore it to sweetly smile at your beloved. He stands there, motionless for a moment right there at the threshold before the foyer, until he shakes his head with a barely-there laugh. âGorou?âÂ
He tilts his head to the sideâthis you can see, the silhouette of him in the moonlightâbefore he takes a tentative step forward.Â
Then another. And another. Another, another, another, âtill heâs standing in front of you and leans up to kiss your jaw. âHi,â he repeats, voice ruff (hah!) and hoarse, a little too much so. âMissed ya.â
You tilt your head back to let him mouth at you, and your hands subconsciously come to clutch at his hips, andâ âOh, Gorou,â you mumble, pleasantly aghast, because your hands come into contact with bare, slick skin. âPent up?â
With a quiet whimper, he tilts his hips forward, into you, pressing against the contact of your fingers on him. You slowly slide your one hand around, sneaking a large handful of his ass before you dip into his cleft, shuddering when your fingertip easily glides across his slicked, open cunt.Â
âI-I wanted you, so bad,â he starts to mumble, shy, tucking his head into the meat where your shoulder meets your neck. Without any prompting, you adjust your stance, pressing your knee into his cock and making him jerk forward with another whimper high in his throat. âOh!â
Slowly, his hips begin grindingâitâs a weak movement, testing, making sure you're really okay with this, right now. He moves unsure against you until you begin bumping your knee, letting his slick make a mess of your pant leg. âGo on,â you goad him on, soft, holding him snug against you. You can feel his cunt clench even through the fabric of your pants, a rapid rat-a-tat-tat against you that is oddly reminiscent of the headache you can feel begin to dissipate. âTake your pleasure, pup.â
He nods vehemently against you, beginning to hump as his tail swishes side to side, side to side, hypnotizing you just slightly. Itâs hard to parse it out in the dark, but the shadow of it is undeniable behind him. Each bounce of your leg makes Gorou whimper, and heâs quick to crane his neck up for a kiss to muffle himself. You grant his request easily, but only for a minute; after, you gently part from him to murmur, so quiet that only he could possibly hear, those big, soft ears of his twitching as he strains, âWhat else do you want, honey?âÂ
âWant you,â he whines, grinding harshly once, twice. âWant you inside me, want you to breed me.âÂ
You didnât expect that, but youâre a doctor, after all; itâs kinda in the job description to roll with the punches, so you do. âYou wanna get fucked full of pups?â you ask, teasing and light, but Gorouâs mouth parts as a loud whine crawls out of his chest.
âYes! Please.â Thick tears begin to drop from his eyes, saltwater dribbling onto the bare skin of your throat. âNow, nowâbreed me now,â he begs, and you coo at him, bringing your hands to curl into his hair, rubbing soothing circles into the base of one puppydog ear.Â
âPatience, pup.âÂ
And, because heâs Gorou, and Gorou is nothing but a good boy, he nods, rapid-quick movements of his head, and begins to slow on your thigh. Heat shimmers low in your belly as he steps back from you on shaky legs, a wet splotch across your leg from his cunt. You bring a hand down, meaning to scoop it up off your pant, but your finger brushes two distinctly different textures: his natural slick, and fuckinâ lube. âDid you prepare yourself for me?â
âY-yeah,â he mutters, tail tucking itself between his legs. You almost cringe at that, knowing heâs smearing himself into his own fur, but if he doesnât mind, then you wonât either; besides, itâs hard to truly care when your boyfriend is so bashful in front of you. âIâI missed you, ând wanted to be ready for you.â
The image of Gorou, ass up on the bed with four of his fingers stuffed up inside of himself flitters across your mind, makes your cock throb in your britches. Your erection was easy to ignore, earlier; but now itâs abject torture.Â
However, itâs not nearly as torturous as it was for your boyfriend, and you know this. You know he didnât cum, know his fingers are far too short to truly reach in deep and press against his g-spot, know his wrist canât comfortably bend to jerk himself off and finger himself at the same time. So you coo, soft, âSweet boy. Whereâs your toy?â
âCharging,â he mutters.Â
You grin at that: itâs perfect. âCan you go get it then, puppy?âÂ
With an audible swallow, he nods, rushing for your bedroom. You follow behind him, lethargic but so, so turned on; and while heâs grabbing the vibrator from the corner, you shuck off the rest of your clothes and plop yourself down on the edge of your bed.Â
He must not expect you to have followed him, however, because once he turns around, he jumps, ears flattening to his head in embarrassment. You only laugh and pat your lap. âCâmere.â
Quicklyâand toy in towâ, he shuffles over to you. He stands awkwardly in front of you for a moment before you murmur, âI said câmere,â and tug him to straddle your lap. The position immediately forces his cockâslick nâ thick, out of its hood and throbbing incessantlyâagainst yours, and he mewls helplessly for a moment, grinds once, twice again, before he grabs the lube to the side of you.Â
You hadnât even noticed it there, but now that heâs grabbed it, pointed it out, you feel other wet spots beneath you. He fuckinâ masturbated here, right on the duvet you both sleep under, thinkinâ about you and only you. Youâre taking out of your musings when he slathers up your cock in lube, messy and sloppy, and then heâs rising, positioning you, and sinking right on down.
âMm!â he cries out, swiveling his hips to take you in deeper, deeper, deeper. You groan at the lube-slick combination that smothers your cock in Gorou, Gorou, Gorou. âBreed me, breed me!â Each meak plea makes your cock pulse inside him, and he mewls at each throb inside him. âPlease!â
âI got you, pup,â you murmur, your edge so close you can taste it on the tip of your tongue. âJust make yourself feel good, and Iâll breed you, okay? Okay, puppy?â
âOkay, okayââÂ
You grin. âGood boy,â you say, and then heâs tumbling over the edge and bringing you right down with him. You groan into his throat, feeling the vibrations of his whimpers nâ whining moans as heâs getting thoroughly bred. Your hands ruck up his shirt to hold his sides and soothe him down from his high. âYou did so good for me, sweetheart. Bred you just like I promised I would, hm?â
He weakly nods. âThank you,â he mumbles, nosing at your throat.Â
And, well. Youâre bloody exhausted, and you promised to breed him, and he canât keep on being bred if you pull out. You tell yourself youâre only upholding your promise as Gorou falls asleep on your cock, breathing deep on your lap: tell yourself that itâs the lingering tiredness that suddenly seems to hit you in full-force that keeps him warm and snug on you.Â
Really, clean-up can wait.Â
i got a lil' carried away on lyney's part ,, o(*^ďź ^*)o also, none of these were really cowgirl 'cos reader was sitting up for it . . . i couldn't think of how to have him lay flat in these scenarios LOLL
13 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .
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LANDO NORRIS x f!reader
âď¸ăť summary â in which lando starts flirting with a (not-so-)random girl on the internet.
genre â social media au, fc hannah kae
notes â kinda disappointing finish to yesterday's gp :( but to make up for that here's something simple & cute !!! churned this one out in one day bc by god i love that little frog man with my whole heart. tbh this is just a shameless self insert ..... also rewrote history a tad bit by making lando finish on the podium at monaco because why not LOL hope u enjoyyyy xx
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bambiyn and iâm ready for u !!!!!!!
bambiyn talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacularâŚ
bambiyn why am i sweating rn
bambiyn goddamn
bambiyn my fav driver everyone !!!!!!
bambiyn my dms (and legs) r open btw đđ
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yourbestfriend Y/N OH MY GODâŚ. THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS APPâŚ
bambiyn âŚok⌠and?
user yo wtf lando liked????
danielricciardo Lando I love you but not as much as that girl in the comments
bambiyn ok i feel called out
danielricciardo Oh, hey there!
bambiyn HIIII!!!!!
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bambiyn yeah ok so monacoâs kinda cool
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user marry me
user didnât know angels existed until i saw you đŠ
user mother is in monaco!!!!
yourbestfriend âkinda coolâ ⌠says the girl who freaked out literally every 5 steps we took because âoh my god look at that carâ
bambiyn the cars here are sick okay idk what u want from me !
landonorris only kinda?
bambiyn maybe if u finish on the podium on sunday⌠then itâd be cooler
user LMFAOOOOO y/n never misses
landonorris But welcome to Monaco đ
bambiyn thank uuuuu!!!
user girlie hit him with the five uâs GET UP Y/N
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f1wagupdates Submitted by Anon â¤ď¸ Looks like things are heating up in Monaco for Lando Norris! He was spotted last night on a dinner date with a mystery woman. A source close to the McLaren driver tells us that he is âvery very contentâ in his new relationship, and is âexcited to take on this weekend with her by his sideâ. As for who Landoâs secret lover is, we have it on good authority that, though she is a public figure, she is nowhere near her beauâs status of fame. Follow for more updates on all things wag-related đ
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user armsâŚ. hand placementâŚ. RAHGRFGAHFRH
user god i wish that were me đŠ
user someone check up on bambiyn⌠ik shes heartbroken rn
bambiyn my world is literally collapsing as i type this
bambiyn damn đ
bambiyn so thatâs how it be then đđ
yourbestfriend heartbreak. betrayal.
bambiyn like damn i really thought i was the one đ
user LMFAOOO girl ur hilarious
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POST-RACE INTERVIEW WITH LANDO NORRIS | MONACO GRAND PRIX 2023
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bambiyn thanks people magazine for finally letting me post my man. happy 5 months to my prince charming!! ⡠૮ę°â˘ŕźÂ â˘ăęąá xx
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landonorris Best 5 months of my life
landonorris You make my heart hurt silly
landonorris my forever girl
danielricciardo Youâre too good for him Y/N!!!
bambiyn ikrâŚ
user get off your high horse smh youre nothing special heâll dump u in a week
landonorris Yk I can read your comments right? Donât be a fucking prick in my girlâs comment section.
user âmy girlâs comment sectionâ im gonna go feral
user hey god itâs me againâŚ
georgerussell63Â Â Great meeting you Y/N! You two make a great couple đ
landonorris Mate what is with you and typing like youre 50 years old
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landonorris  5 marvellous months with the missus â¤ď¸ To my sweetheart, I love you dummy. I love you and your weird little keyboard face things. i love the little hop you do whenever you see something you like. The way you always smell like cotton candy and clouds and vanilla and cookies. How you laugh at all my jokes even when theyre kinda shit. The fact you still donât know how to drive stick shift (drives me crazy but anyways). Thank you for being mine baby, hereâs to a million more 5 months with you đĽ
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danielricciardo  aww thanks babe
landonorris đđ
danielricciardo But on a serious note, Iâm so happy for you guys. You got a good thing going bro đ
landonorris Sure do mate
bambiyn a million kisses for u when u get home (´ęł`)âĄ
landonorris eagerly looking forward
landonorris (â¤Ďâ¤)
landonorris Did i do it right
bambiyn YESSSS !!!! proud of u baby hehe ur so cute
landonorris >:)
user we still donât know what that crazy night was abt lol
bambiyn omg yeah thank u for reminding me !
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[4:21 PM] vroom vroom baby: I saw your recent insta story.... đđ
[4:22 PM] dummy â¤ď¸: mmhmmmmm
[4:22 PM] dummy â¤ď¸: and what about itâŚ?
[4:24 PM] vroom vroom baby: nothing it was
[4:24 PM] vroom vroom baby: It was perfect
[4:25 PM] vroom vroom baby: JustâŚ
[4:25 PM] dummy â¤ď¸: justttt?
[4:27 PM] vroom vroom baby: Just that I was thinking
[4:27 PM] vroom vroom baby: Maybe
[4:27 PM] vroom vroom baby: If u wanted ofc
[4:28 PM] vroom vroom baby: We could
[4:28 PM] vroom vroom baby: Maybe
[4:29 PM] vroom vroom baby: recreate itâŚ
[4:29 PM] vroom vroom baby: ?
[4:31 PM] dummy â¤ď¸: is this ur way of asking me to come over
[4:25 PM] dummy â¤ď¸: đĽş
[4:31 PM] vroom vroom baby: noâŚ.
[4:33 PM] vroom vroom baby: ok yes
[4:36 PM] dummy â¤ď¸: iâll be over in 5 !!!
[4:33 PM] vroom vroom baby: See you soon gorgeous
[4:36 PM] dummy â¤ď¸: tsch
[4:36 PM] dummy â¤ď¸: you spoil me
[4:38 PM] vroom vroom baby: Just speaking the facts đŻ
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