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fangirl-dot-com · 6 months

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Chapter 1 - Wishful Thinking

“AND THAT IS A CHAMPIONSHIP WIN FOR Y/N L/N! THIS MAKES IT THREE BACK TO BACK RACE WINS FOR THE DAMS’ RACER”

The roar of the crowd is almost deafening. Well, it would be if you could actually hear it.

“Good job, well done on another season. We couldn't be more proud,” your strategist Stella tells you over the radio. You can only sigh as you raise your hand to wave at the crowds. You don’t even know if they can see, but you try your best.

You finally reply, “Good work team.” The switch to the radio is flipped back off, you don’t really want to hear anything else. You and your car finally arrive to Parc Ferme and stop right in front of the number 1 sign. It’s a familiar sight to behold. A second home if you will, since most of the season had been dominated by you.

The steering wheel is turned off and undone and you gently place it down below. Reaching for the hallo, you pull yourself up with a grunt. Standing on the nose, you quickly turn around and raise your fists, earning you multiple cheers and screams.

Instead of a usual jump, you quickly clamor down and walk to your team. You reach their open arms and are met with the multitudes of pats and hits to your helmet. Your eyes never settle on two specific people that you try to look for. Oh well, they didn’t have to come anyway. It wasn't like you were making history. However, Stella is right in the middle and you give her a giant hug.

A second sigh is released, but a good one this time. It was more of a relief to be in the arms of one of your closest friends.

A pat on the shoulder brings you out of your reverie. Turning around, you are met with the helmet of your teammate.

“Arthur!” you yell and open your arms. It was a P1 – P2 finish for your team for the fourth time this year, the first where Arthur was on the top pedestal. This race not only decided your first championship, but his third second place since becoming your teammate.

He quickly returned the hug and led you over to the weigh-in stations. After the number had been jotted down by an unknown official, you are finally allowed to take your helmet and balaclava off. Your baby hairs stick to your forehead, but you know your hair is going to get messed up by the champagne in just a few minutes.

“Think I will have a turn next year, non?” Arthur asks with a cheeky smirk, his accent emerging on the last few words.

"Well, you will have all the chances,” you respond, setting your helmet down on podium. You both make your way to the cool down room and sit in your respective 1 and 2 chairs.

“And welcome back to the y/n podcast,” Arthur jokes and you take a giant swig of your bottled water.

“Ah Bearman is late today,” you say, “I guess he got tired of being number 2 guest.” You grin as Ollie walks in a few minutes later.

“Already started without me?” he asks, watching your impressive overtake in turn 2, which in the end, helped you reach the finish line in a comfortable P1 finish.

You just shrugged, “You were late.”

Your eyes were glued to the screen. An impact between Ollie’s teammate Frederik Vesti and Theo Pourchaire had red flagged the race about halfway through. You possibly could have won by 30 seconds, if you had been able to continue and not have a second standing start.

But oh well, you won anyway.

A steward came to get you three a couple of moments later.

She shook her head with a smile, “Why is it always you three?”

The three of you looked at each other, shrugging.

It just so happened that the only female, the one who was dominated the F2 world, her teammate, and his best friend almost always found themselves on the three podiums. Most of the time it was her, and others, her teammate, and then the rare sighting of the bear.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Well, that was a lie.

But for now, you wouldn’t want it any other way. Just the three of you.

Ollie went first, followed by Arthur.

Then it was your turn to take the middle and highest podium. Taking the trophy from the man, you raised it above your head, fist clenched above. It was truly a sight to behold. Your head was held high as your national anthem blared through the sound speaker, and then the French anthem played for the team.

Right when the anthem finished, the familiar tune of “Les Toreadors Carmen” began. You quickly picked up your bottle of champagne. Slightly shaking the bottle, you quickly pointed it towards the two boys, who had already started spraying theirs at you.

Trying to get away, you accidently kicked your trophy off the top step. With wide eyes, you watched at the top popped off, leaving the base and the actual trophy apart. You quickly looked up and saw both the boys pointing and laughing. You stood in amazement and looked around as if to see if anyone had seen it. Who were you kidding though, of course people had seen it and cameras as well. Oops. At least it was your trophy.

Your hair soon became sticky with the sparkling liquid, your race suit becoming a darker color as it was saturated. You wiped your eyes and you brought the over-sized bottle to your lips. Looking straight into the go-pro, you took a swig and crossed your eyes.

The F2 page would definitely use that footage later.

After the celebrations were over, you quickly made your way towards the journalists that were waiting outside of your garage.

They all shouted your name, wanting to get a quote for whatever paper or website they were writing for. You quickly walked up and grabbed one of the microphones.

A familiar blond woman spoke up first, “Wow, what an amazing accomplishment you’ve done today. How are you feeling?”

There was the overused question.

You took a deep breath before replying, “Ah it was a good run. Not everyone gets an opportunity to do this so I am very happy.” Your smile, however, never really reaches your eyes.

A man with glasses speaks up next, “I know you must be ready for the break after this history breaking win. Do you have any plans for the upcoming winter vacation?”

“Well, you know. Just be at home and enjoy it,” you paused before smirking, “And get some more hours in on the sim. Just doing what I normally do when I’m home.” You shrug after you finish.

They reporters jot down things on their pads of paper. You think that you can finally go back to the comfort of your driver’s room when one more man speaks up. This time with a weird colored tie.

“Regarding the recent hiring of Bianca Bustamante at McLaren for their Driver Development Program, how are you feeling knowing that a woman, not even in F2, now has a chance to drive an F1 car before you do?”

Now that question gets you and you pause.

What?

You stutter out, “I’m sorry?”

The man takes a deep breath. “Well I know that you recently projected that you’d be interested in an Formula 1 team as big as McLaren and hoped that you’d be able to get one foot in the door. I mean, you’ve been in F2 for three years now, and you aren’t even a reserve driver?” The man pressed his recorder closer to you.

Suddenly, the outside felt like it was closing in. Taking a deep breath, you try to answer to the best of your ability.

“Well, number one, I wasn’t aware that Bianca had been signed, but good for her. There always needs to be more openings for women in motor sports and I’m glad that she got in. Am I disappointed? Sure, but that’s life. My turn will come soon.”

The man nodded and looked away.

Seeing as no one spoke up after your statement, you said a quick thank you before handing the microphone to someone else.

Finally you could retreat back to your room and finally change.

The minute the door close, you leaned back against it and slid to the floor. Reaching for your phone, you quickly open the Instagram app. Orange upon orange is the first thing you see.

Headlines of “BUSTAMANTE SIGNS WITH MCLAREN FOR DRIVER DEVELOPMENT” were all you could see.

Tears pricked your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Of course they would go with her. Much more pretty, definitely meets the CEO’s look of younger drivers, would look gorgeous in papaya.

All the things you believed yourself not to be.

You knew it was a long stretch sending an email wanting to discuss future plans with the papaya team. They already had all the reserve drivers they needed, and apparently the development drivers too.

It seemed like every door for every team was closed at the moment.

Hauling yourself off the floor, you peeled your racing suit off, leaving the champagne soaked material to hang at your hips.

Walking over to the small desk in the corner, you grabbed your headphones. Connecting them to your phone, the familiar voice of Noah Kahan filled the void.

You were there for a little more than an hour before someone came looking for you. Not surprised, you let Arthur into your own little paradise. Someplace where the reporters and cameras could not get to you.

He sat down on your bed while you sat down on the floor.

He inhaled sharply before speaking.

“I saw the interview.”

Your head bowed in defeat. “Yeah.”

“You know, it’s not true what they’re saying. You deserve a seat and you know this.”

You nodded. “Well, they don’t seem to think so. What is it going to take Thur? I've already exhausted my options. There's nothing here for me. I don’t think I’ll ever be promoted. I’m not…” you trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Arthur quickly shakes his head before sliding down to join you on the floor. He places both hands on either side of you head and maneuvers you to look at him.

“Listen to me,” he tells you, accent a little heavier, “you are one of the best drivers of our age. You cannot go bashing yourself when a reporter thinks it good to get a rouse out of you.”

“Well, I’m no Max Verstappen…or your brother.”

“And you don’t have to be. All you need to do is be Y/n L/n.”

He smiled. You only nodded again, soaking in his words.

After a small bit of silence, you spoke up in a wishful voice, “If you were to sign with any F1 team, which one would it be?”

He thought for a moment, “I think the answer for me better be Ferrari, to be with my brother. But with their shit season so far, I don’t think I’d want to drive that tractor.”

You wheezed and held him tight as the giggles shook your body. Arthur could help but join in. After you both calmed down, your breaths were only heard.

“What about you?” he turns his head, wishful asking.

“With my luck, I’d also have to drive a tractor,” you cracked a smile.

“Then we’d be driving tractors together. But I’m serious, which one?”

You hummed, before silencing. Thoughts scrambling to come up with an answer. Sure, you had dreams. Dreams of papaya, green, teal and black, white and navy, burgundy. But never red as Arthur wishes.

You finally answer, “I’d take the Bull. Drive a little illegal rocket ship.”

Arthur huffed. “Are we destined to be rivals Miss L/n? I don’t think the racing world could handle another Leclerc-Verstappen rivalry.”

“Oh be quiet. I’m not on his level. And besides, if something were to happen, it would be nothing but an inchident…on the race.”

Now it was Arthur’s turn to sputter and laugh. You decided to disconnect your headphones and let the music fill the small room.

Placing your head on Arthur’s shoulder, you both let out sighs.

Wishful thinking, that’s all it was.

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jellycrusher · 5 months

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Wolves and Lambs: Part 3

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Synopsis: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 3.9k

Chapter’s Premise: "You are his mate."

Taglist: @laura-naruto-fan1998 @fanboyluvr @giffywiffy3408 @notyouraveragemochii @cmleitora @exotic-iris13 @topguncultleader @mirrorball-6 @barcelonaloverf1life @silscintilla

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"Mom, how did you know Dad was The One?"

"I just knew. Your dad was a mighty Alpha, someone who commands attention and respect with every step. Out of everyone I've dated, his pheromones were the only one that affected me to such great extent. Turns out he felt the same way with my pheromones."

"Pheromones?"

"Oh my dear y/n. My sweetheart. Someday you'll know in your heart when you meet the right person."

The sound of the V6 engine. Crowds going wild. The feeling of starting on the front row. Red lights go one by one. It's a rush. Nothing can beat this.

Max was quick to snatch the lead from you on Turn 1. Charles also proved he was a tough act to beat. Ferrari's car was faster on the straights but Aston Martin has amazing rear grip during high speed corners.

And for this track with 4 long straights, fast straight line speed was needed. Even with DRS to assist you, you couldn't keep up with Charles. It was degrading your tire too much.

By lap 35, you descended to P12 after a horrific slow pit stop of 3.4 secs. The pressure got to you and you were about to radio-in your frustration but you were also quick to clear your mind.

Y/N: "What is the gap to the car ahead, Ben?!" Ben: "Albon ahead by 2 secs, then Gasly by 4 secs." Y/N: "All on old tires?"

Ben: "Confirm."

You quickly maneuvered your way on the first chicane going on the inside, easily overtaking Albon and Gasly. You gave everything that you can to battle it out with the Mercedes pair. Russell locked up and you took this opportunity to go for wide and overtake. You were in DRS range of Hamilton during the straight and you went for it as you both take the corner.

The remaining laps felt like an eternity. The confidence you had on your car the past few days didn't translate to today's race. Pre-season testing and Qualifying laps were different. Back then, you were getting a feel on the car without actually pushing it to the limit. But now? It's like getting an expensive exclusively tailored running shoe and using it for a marathon after only practicing with it for a few days.

Everyone had their difficulties on the first track of the season since this will be the first time these cars will be tested against each other's. These are experienced drivers. Driving in F2 compared to this is a whole different story.

And then the race ended much quicker than you've anticipated.

As much as you wanted a podium on your first race, it didn't happen. You were grateful to have gotten the pole position during qualifying but you repeat to yourself that P5 on your first race isn't bad. You could've given more but you aren't attuned to the car just yet. It'll get there.

You halt your car at parc ferme along with the other drivers. As you crawl and lift yourself up out the cockpit, the other drivers went on to congratulate you. Pierre and Alex were so quick to put their arm on your shoulders after you removed your helmet and balaclava.

"That was some amazing driving!"

"You got some moves, y/l/n!"

Both cheered at the same time and Pierre even rustled your hair. Yuki and Esteban joined them in congratulating you. Even the elder drivers such as Lewis and Fernando were amused at the camaraderie you've built with the other drivers.

Max was also able to notice your closeness with the other drivers from where he was standing. He had already celebrated with his mechanics and is just waiting at the side to wait for his turn while Carlos is being interviewed for finishing third.

He doesn't usually make a lot of effort to befriend any rookie but it left a bad taste on his tongue knowing that he's the only one you're not in good terms with. His friends are a good judge of characters and seems to be enjoying your company. Being the competitive person that he is, surely it won't be that hard to make you see him as a friend.

After the podium celebration and media commitments, you were summoned back to the hospitality and had a debriefing with the whole team. Datas upon datas are presented on the screen. The team discussed what worked and what didn't work during the whole race weekend.

Fernando praised how technically involved you are with the team for the car's development. In this line of work, you can't be too critical of yourself or else, it might even negatively affect your performance. P5 was a feat worth celebrating.

You ask Megan if you could stay for a bit inside the room to re-watch your race. Your notebook is your only company while you endlessly analyze every bit of your race.

It was enlightening and relaxing after an hour of working alone in the de-briefing room of the Aston Martin hospitality. You bid goodbye to the other mechanics and engineers that were still in the garage and walked across the paddock to your car.

You see, in the paddock, all hospitalities are arranged closest to farthest from the entrance based on your place in the championship last season. It's a given that the race leaders (Red Bull, Ferrari, and Mercedes) are the ones near the entrance. The midfield teams and back markers are at the end

A real Walk of Shame.

But with Alonso's and Lance's help last year, Aston Martin has now become part of the mid-field and a contender for being frontrunner.

You passed by the Ferrari hospitality when you heard Charles' voice calling out your name. He runs to catch up to you and matches your pace.

"Didn't expect you to stay behind as well." Charles called.

"I wasn't satisfied with my performance." You huffed.

"That was one of the best rookie performances on an opening race I've seen so far. Don't be too hard on yourself." He voiced. "Have fun! It's nerve-wracking but one of the best experiences you'll ever feel." Charles pats your head gently.

"You're right. I'm actually having fun looking at the reactions of the boys whenever I beat them." You joked.

"As harsh as it sounds, I'm glad there's a healthy rivalry between you and the grid. Anyways, how will you get back to the hotel?" Charles asked.

"I brought a car. How about you?"

Charles just grinned and chuckled without saying a word. As if waiting for a response.

You come to a realization on what he was hinting. "Do you want to hitch a ride with me?"

Charles did a poor attempt of a wink and did a thumbs-up gesture. You almost snorted in amusement because the man could not wink properly at all. Thank God, he's good-looking.

"As long as I'm driving." You suggest and Charles hitched a breath. "No arguments or else, I'm leaving you here." You looked around at an almost empty paddock.

He contemplated for a minute. "Fine. Just for the record, I am against this and I wanted to be a gentlemen. You owe me a car ride but next time, you're my passenger." Charles gave in and didn't insist.

"Deal."

The drive to the hotel was short but it didn't feel awkward at all. Charles was such a goofball especially when he opened the window and stuck his head out to scream. Clearly, he was on a high for bagging a podium.

There was a brief moment where you and Charles' eyes met. It was actually comforting, rather than awkward. He was comfortable being goofy around you and you were grateful that somehow this moment made you forget how you were beating yourself up because of the race result.

Charles turns up the speaker after he connects it to his phone and even invites you to sing out loud to As It Was by Harry Styles. He bobs his head so hard and screamed every lyrics out the window. You've seen the reactions of some of the people you've passed by. They're either weirded out by a strange man screaming his lungs out or amazed after they've recognized that it was the Charles Leclerc.

A crowd of people were waiting outside the hotel, screaming and cheering when you and Charles arrived at the hotel lobby. Charles waved at them and you dropped the car key to the valet. His fans were screaming his name in a deafening manner.

Charles walked towards them to sign a few merch items that the fans were holding out.

Somebody screamed out your name and it made you stop in your tracks from entering the lobby. It didn't occur to you that you would have fans this early in the season. You were just a rookie. Still a nobody.

Charles also called out your name and pointed at your fans when you turned.

Two small kids and their mom were screaming your name, beaming with joy. As you go near them, you stretched out your hand to take the shirt they're holding that visibly shows your number.

The kid was so adorable when she saw you signing her shirt. She was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing up and down while tugging her mother's shirt.

"She's a massive fan. She said she wanted to be like you when she grows up." Her mother leans slightly forward to whisper.

"Thank you so much! That's such a high honor." You replied as you knelt down and ruffled the kid's hair. "Did you watch my race?"

The kid aggressively nods. "Yes. You were great! I couldn't take my eyes off you from the screen. I promise to watch your race every time!"

"Well, then I promise that you have something worth watching for." You hand back the shirt to the kid and stood up.

Charles was done taking photos and signing stuff for the fans at the same time you were walking back to the lobby.

"Thanks for the ride! I enjoyed it." Charles turns to you after entering the lobby.

"Just rate your Uber Driver 5 stars please." You chuckle. "I enjoyed it too. You're my favorite passenger so far."

Charles was about to talk but was cut by Carlos who suddenly appeared beside him, arms crossed on his chest. You notice that he wasn't aware of your presence yet.

"Hey Charles! Why did I hear from your manager that you refused to use the car back to the hotel? You left it in the parking lot at the --"

Carlos choked at the sudden slap on his back by Charles. "Really? I wasn't aware that we had a car for me." Charles nervously muttered.

The poor man was confused at Charles' deflection but realized straight away when he noticed you watching the two of them. He stood straight up and waved at you.

"Hey Carlos! I brought back your partner in one piece. He hitched a ride with me." You cackled.

"Did he go crazy again? Turned up your speakers on max?" he asks.

"YES! He was a great passenger though." You beamed.

"Hear that? I was a 5-star passenger." Charles puffed out his chest.

"Yes, yes. Mate, you're late for dinner." Carlos said as he pats Charles' shoulder.

"Oh right!" Charles gasped. "Thank you again for the ride. If you need a driver, don't hesitate to contact me. Okay?" he adds as he slowly walk away with Carlos. You nod and gleamed in return.

It was a peaceful walk back to your room. The thrill of your first F1 race was slowly dying down. You weren't as dejected as you were a few minutes ago. Thanks to all the people who were supporting you.

Your phone buzzed as you exit the elevator. You pull it out from your pocket and saw an unexpected name.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: Hi Y/n! I just would like to congratulate you for a great race. I saw some of the highlights in the cooldown room.

Aston Martin Y/N: Thank you Max. You too, congratulations on P1!

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: So I guess you also have a team dinner?

Aston Martin Y/N: Just a simple one here at the hotel. Nothing too fancy.

Aston Martin Y/N: I'm sure Red Bull would celebrate your win.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: I didn't want to but Christian insisted. They've started to open the champagnes. Checo also brought some tequila.

Aston Martin Y/N: Tequila as a post-race reward actually sounds good right now

You assumed that was the end of your conversation but it also surprised you that it continued to go on. You were even replying to his messages during your team dinner.

Max was surprisingly easy to talk to. He could throw very hilarious jokes and even shared some memes with you that some fans have made from the Bahrain GP. The one that got you on a chokehold was a meme of George during the driver's parade. A true meme king. You almost snorted out your nose the water you were drinking while you were checking your phone.

Your constant exchange of banters with Max went on even during the two week break until the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix. You haven't yet talked to him personally outside of the phone conversations. It was easier this way. If only his scent wasn't a cause of your torment, you and Max could even be better friends.

Good thing that almost all of the drivers were so busy with media commitments come Wednesday of the Saudi Arabia GP. Even if you enjoy being text mates with Max, you still felt the need to avoid him.

In contrast with what you feel, you find yourself checking your phone almost every hour to see if you've gotten a message. It was quiet.

"How many times have I seen you checking your phone today? Are you waiting for a text?" Oscar asks as he walks with you through the paddock.

"Nah. I don't know. Kinda feels weird my phone is quiet. Must be busy." You murmured. "I heard Lando saying that you have New York Cheesecake for dessert. Can you spare some for me? Steal some from the Mclaren hospitality? Pretty please?" You hide your phone in your pocket and gestured puppy eyes at Oscar while tugging his shirt.

"Geez, you're such a sweet tooth. Fine, I'll steal some and deliver it to your garage later." Oscar replied. He effortlessly leans his arm on your head and teases you.

"Thanks Mom!" You skipped in joy.

"You have to stop calling me that. If that gets out, the people in the internet will surely start making memes of me as Mom Piastri." He jokes.

"That doesn't sound too bad, Mom." You teased the Australian Driver.

Max just got out of the Red Bull hospitality with his physio when he quickly noticed the two of you meters away from him. He takes note of how often he sees you in such a sunny disposition with the other drivers. He wanted to take out his phone and text you right then but was interrupted when his physio called him out.

It's finally race week!

The pace of your car was wonderful during FP1 and FP2 on the first day. There were no issues and the car was enjoyable to drive. You always land in P2 to P4, and it made you confident going into FP3, qualifying and the race.

However, something felt a bit odd on the second day.

Y/N: "There's a bit of a smell. A strange smell coming from the car. Is something wrong?" Ben: "Okay, we'll have a look." Y/N: "Doesn't feel different when driving but can you please double check?" Ben: "Nothing's coming up on our monitors. You can continue." Y/N: "Copy."

This started during FP3 but thankfully, you were able to finish it with no issues.

During Q1, things started to reach a decrescendo. Even the commentators were starting to get uneasy with how many reports you were giving back to your engineer.

Y/N: "My downshifts are really, really bad." Ben: "Standby." Y/N: "They're just super long. The whole downshift procedure." Ben: "Is there a specific corner?" Y/N: "The last corner is fucked up."

What happened on Q2 was the one that takes the cake. It ended your qualifying stint before you even had the chance to get everything out of the car.

Y/N: "Uhh I have a problem. Engine. Engine Problem. It's almost not accelerating." Ben: "Ok. Understood y/n. Well, we'll do what we can. We're happy for you to try and limp home, if possible."

"Traumatic twist that no one saw coming. The dominant Aston Martin car could not complete Qualifying. and y/n will have to fight through from 15th at best." Brundle commentates.

You went back to the hotel feeling dejected and almost wanted to stay cooped up in your room but the boys were so eager for you to join them for a short game night.

The boys were so chaotic playing Overcooked 2 in Lando's room. Yuki and Pierre were screaming at each other on whether they should throw the burgers their avatars were holding or place it on the counter, while Lando and Alex were bickering and laughing while they figure out how to maneuver their avatars.

"I could use some stress reliever. Thank you." You said as you nudge Oscar's side.

"We all needed it." Oscar replies.

Oscar was quick to react when a knock was heard on the door. He ran to get it and came back with Charles and Max following behind.

"Max, such a surprise to see you here!" Alex calls out Max while his eyes are still glued to the screen.

"I begged for him to come." Charles gleefully pats Max's chest and sat beside Alex.

Max sees you standing on the other side of the bed near Pierre and Yuki. You wave at him and he waves back. This was the first time you've interacted with him this weekend.

The first game ended and the boys gave the controllers to the rest of the group. Oscar sat beside you while Charles and Max sat together.

Charles suggested that they change teammates since Charles and Max's team usually wins during game night. As a handicap, Charles would be your teammate and Oscar would be with Max.

You laugh at the suggestion because when Oscar sat down beside Max, he reverted back to his introverted self. He wasn't as close with Max unlike with the others. He looked like a scared little lamb.

Charles was hilarious all throughout the game. He was even more riled up than you. You let him shout the steps to you while you concentrate on finishing the tasks.

Oscar was doing good with Max. They were bickering like kids but they were able to finish the task better than you and Charles. Max was now standing and focusing on the screen like nothing else mattered.

Everyone was basically cheering and screaming at this point. It wouldn't be a surprise if somebody reported a noise complaint.

At the end of the night, everyone bid goodbye to Lando and Oscar and walked back to the elevator together.

"I'm glad you had fun." Max whispers as he leans closer to you. Both of you were at the back of the group.

"I didn't expect for you to join us but I'm glad you did. Now we have the right amount of people to play the game." You replied.

"Oh right..." Max pauses. "Well, I'm glad I came."

Everyone got in the elevator with you being the last one to enter. The boys were still chatting with each other as you were looking at the screen at the side which says the floor. It dinged on the next floor and a group of five entered.

The other 6 drivers were now quiet while the five strangers were chatting. All of you got pushed back and you were now leaning hard against Max who was behind you.

You try your best not to be nervous at the sudden close proximity between you and the dutch driver. Your body burns at the sensation of his hands at your waist trying to steady you after you waddle out of balance when another person got inside the elevator, further pushing you against Max.

Max noticed a sweet scent within the elevator. Probably from the other people who just came in, he thought. However, when his face got close to backside of your neck, the scent got stronger. He can't help but be drawn to the succulent scent you're emitting from your nape.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt Max's breath brush against your skin. You could almost feel Max's chest purring against your back.

Max's scent was also starting to change and you were the only one to notice it. The scent emitting from him was sweet and musky. You could almost whimper at how ambrosial it smells. There was no sense of fear, but pure elation.

The other drivers were blissfully unaware of the tension building up between you and Max as they chat away with the others. You also see Charles joking around with Alex and Pierre.

Max felt your knees buckle slightly and his hands that were on your waist steadies you. Unaware of his surroundings, he continues to take in your delectable scent.

"Stop it, Max..." You whisper, careful not to let anyone else hear you but Max.

He was getting drunk with your scent. It was making him dizzy and he couldn't get enough of it. Like a bee being attracted to a flower's nectar.

His fingers on either side of your waist were now starting to bore into your skin. His growls were now getting slightly audible. The other drivers faintly heard it and were starting to notice a sweet scent as well but didn’t actually realize those were coming from you two. You gripped his right wrist but it didn't even faze Max.

It took him out of his trance when you nudged his stomach with your elbow after you heard the elevator ding and the strangers exited. You stride to the side beside Yuki, and Max steps away opposite to you.

No one could describe what happened between you and Max in that elevator. It left the both of you flushed and panting. Your minds lingering on each other's touch. Eyes glued to each other's gaze.

One by one, the drivers stopped at their respective floors. Leaving you and Max to be the last one left in the elevator. Max's eyes never left you. You avoid his gaze and frantically pressed the elevator button.

Max makes his way to you and slaps his hand on the wall next to you, pinning you in position by his proximity. Completely towering over you.

"Care to explain what happened?" Max grumbled, fighting through his daze.

"I don't know what you mean." You whimpered.

"I'm not stupid. Your smell..." Max slowly leans his face near the crook of your neck. He growls under his breath after one whiff of your scent. "Unlike any pheromones I've smelled."

Max was now burying his face in your neck. You notice the screen on the wall about to stop on your floor. "Max!" You push him slightly, freeing yourself away from him.

You stepped out of the elevator, fighting for your life to stay sane and not get affected by Max's scent. Max's eyes were droopy and his lips were glistening.

Max had no control over his body. He was frustrated that he wasn't able to stop you from fleeing away from him. The farther you ran away, the more his daze faded. The doors of the elevator were now closed and continued to ride up the building.

He knew exactly what had happened. He heard about this from Checo and his parents. There was no denying that you were an Omega and the reason why the both of you had felt that way earlier was because the two of you were fated to meet.

You are his mate.

Next part: Part 4

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Robots don't kill people. People kill people.

Westworld season 3 episode 1 "Parce Domine" (2020) dir. Jonathan Nolan

#tvedit #scifiedit #westworldedit #westworld #jonathan nolan #evan rachel wood #tessa thompson #aaron paul #tv #gif #*#q #usermichi #dirhwangdaseul #blood/#i love a completely unrecognisable who (is struggling immensely)

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Bothering Me - Kylian Mbappe x reader

Summary:

Hey, could you do one of a guy flirting with reader while Mbappe is playing a game! Thankyouu

Y/N was beyond excited as she made her way to the Parc des Princes stadium to watch her boyfriend, Kylian Mbappé, play. She had been looking forward to this match for weeks, and she couldn't wait to cheer on the Paris Saint-Germain forward from the stands. As she walked towards her seat, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she saw all the other fans wearing the PSG jersey with Kylian's name and number on the back.

Finally, Y/N made it to her seat, and she settled in for what she knew would be an exhilarating match. The energy in the stadium was electric, and she couldn't help but get swept up in the excitement of it all. The game began, and Y/N's eyes were glued to the pitch as Kylian and his teammates dominated the field.

As the match progressed, Y/N couldn't help but notice a guy in the row behind her who kept trying to catch her attention. He kept making flirty comments and trying to start a conversation, but Y/N wasn't interested. She smiled politely and turned away, focusing on the game in front of her.

Kylian noticed the guy's advances towards Y/N from the pitch and felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. He had always been a bit possessive of Y/N, but he trusted her completely. However, seeing another guy try to flirt with her was too much for him to handle.

As the match came to an end, Y/N gathered her things and made her way towards the exit. She was relieved that the game was over and that she could finally leave the guy behind. But as she walked through the stadium, she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see the same guy from earlier, and she felt a sense of dread wash over her.

"Hey, beautiful," the guy said, grinning at her. "I couldn't help but notice you during the game. You're really something special."

Y/N tried to pull away, but the guy's grip on her shoulder tightened. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaking. "I'm not interested."

The guy leaned in closer to her, and Y/N could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Come on, don't be like that," he said, his words slurring. "I just want to get to know you better."

Suddenly, Kylian appeared out of nowhere, his face set in a fierce scowl. "Is there a problem here?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.

The guy turned to face Kylian, his drunken bravado disappearing in an instant. "No, man, no problem at all," he stammered. "I was just talking to this lovely lady here."

Kylian stepped forward, towering over the guy. "She's not interested," he said, his tone icy. "So why don't you leave her alone?"

The guy took a step back, clearly intimidated by Kylian's imposing figure. "Sure, man, I'll leave her alone," he said, backing away slowly. "No problem at all."

As the guy disappeared into the crowd, Kylian turned to Y/N, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?" he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N nodded, her heart still racing from the encounter. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, her voice shaking. "Thank you for coming to my rescue."

Kylian pulled Y/N into a tight hug, holding her close. "I'll always be here to protect you," he said, his voice softening. "No matter what."

Y/N felt a surge of warmth spread through her body as Kylian held her, and she knew

that she was lucky to have such a caring and protective boyfriend. She buried her face in his chest, taking comfort in his embrace.

As they made their way out of the stadium, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful that Kylian had been there to confront the guy who had been harassing her. She knew that she could always count on him to have her back, no matter what.

#kylian imagines #kylian mbappe one shots #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe #kylian x reader

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Hey bb, can you please convert me to letsappen girlie so I can enjoy all the content 👊🏽😔

bb what content 😭😭😭 outside of parc ferme we lestappen girlies have been fed like three times this year in fact food has been so scarce some of us have literally resorted to inventing ie the 'charlie' that max 100% did not say 😔 but anyway! i think shipping is like, if you look at them and think they look cute together you're half way there bc then your brain will happily gather supporting materials on its own. but if not then there's probably nothing me or you can do. but again we won't know until we try soo here we go <3

(ps this is like THE lestappen photo for me. i do not understand how anyone can look at this and not see the tension. max on top of the world having had the most dominant season of his career and a charles who could not possibly have been okay with p2 but let max hold him like this anyway and they just looked so right. now that's a ship 🫵)

The Photo

The i hated him as much as he hated me to letting urself be maxhandled pipeline

(idk how to describe max's walk here but he just seemed so confident and sure of himself even though charles was paying attention to someone else)

The Look, obviously

The other look

The consistency

This was v cute and domestic idk

(look at them 😭)

I respect Charles a lot, he’s a great driver. But I think today it was a bit too much. He asked me what happened, I was like ‘what do you mean, what happened?’

(see also)

"I think today was the most fun I've had in F1."

bonus!!

#asks #*#lestappen #txt

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Could you give me a little analysis on Max? Him as person, a driver and since we are here for Lestappen-his relationship with Charles. I read couple of analyses about Charles and they either makes him an absolute devil behind the scenes(on their opinion) or little shy angel lol. But I doubt you can analyse anything about Charles. I just think he is probably a really good person and nothing more you can really tell about him. But people seems to think the same about Max. He either an spoiled arrogant prick, egoistic, narcissistic or “meow meow Max is little baby Netflix did him dirty he is the best person on the whole world” which is also not true at all

People are shades of grey, and Max is no different. Sure, Netflix demonises him and sure, he's blunt and can be an asshole both on and off the track, but both are extremes. Max is a product of his environment (*shakes fist* Jos Verstappen) and I think that's where a majority of his abrasiveness and rudeness comes from. It doesn't change the fact he is abrasive and rude, from fighting other drivers in parc ferme to the absolute disgust he has for journalists and Netflix (which is frankly ridiculous considering that the press is what makes the sport). Max is an asshole, fully.

But on the other hand, Max is incredibly loyal with a strong sense of justice and fairness and he genuinely loves racing and craves a challenge. While I'm sure Jos is very happy with Max's current dominance over F1, I think it's quite obvious that Max actually isn't. Max is bored as hell, and racing when you're 20 seconds in front of everyone else isn't fair, or fun. I suspect this is the main reason he's so insistent that Charles has to get a decent car. Max is a conceited asshole and fully doesn't believe that anyone else on the grid matches his level–apart from Charles Leclerc.

I actually have something to say on the Charles front as well–I think he's nice to his own detriment. A lot of people describe him as a pathological people pleaser and I definitely agree with that judgement of him. And while you may think 'oh that makes him a really good person!', if we carry the people pleasing logic through to its conclusion, it results in him sacrificing his own happiness, morals, relationships in order to please other people. I can't speak on his personal life obviously, but you can see him starting to crack under the pressure already in press.

That brings me to their dynamic. I think Max's abrasiveness is softened by Charles and Max pushes Charles out of his people pleaser default (I'm thinking all of the Austrias specifically). It's a reason I find Lestappen so compelling, I think at the end of the day they would and do push each other to be better people. I also think they make each other happy and they seem very intent at fighting for the other's happiness. Whether its Charles eagerly finding Max to let him maxsplain (something so personal to me–considering how Max has talked openly about how Jos used to ban post-race analysis) or Max getting all up in anyone's face the moment they criticise Charles. They've got each other's backs in a very compelling way.

#lestappen #anon #feel free to discuss pls i beg #characterisation tag

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Laudes del Domingo V de Cuaresma | Harpa Dei

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pompadourpink · 9 days

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Spotted on Twitter

Je voudrais que tu sois là parce que je t'aime toujours

Je ne crois pas nécessairement en l'astrologie mais à la seconde où un homme appelle ça malaisant, je suis idéologiquement Taureau

J'adore quand des mecs de 19 ans prétendent être des dominants, mais bien sûr mon bonhomme on va aller te chercher un jus de pomme

N'oublie pas que si tu n'as pas un voisin canon, tu es le voisin canon

"tu ne tiendrais pas une minute dans un lobby COD" ok tu ne tiendrais pas une minute à l'intérieur d'une femme

#lols #spotted on twitter

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Borth-y-Gest - Quiet Harbour

Borth-y-Gest is a small, quiet harbour just outside Porthmadog. The village boasts a historical significance as a site where ships were constructed before the establishment of Porthmadog. Noteworthy are the "pilot houses," positioned at the harbour's entrance, where pilots would keep watch for ships in need of their assistance. Prior to the development of Porthmadog, Borth-y-Gest served as the starting point for a significant crossing over the wide and perilous Glaslyn estuary. Local residents earned their livelihood by guiding travellers across the hazardous sands of Traeth Mawr, leading to Harlech. Nature enthusiasts can explore Parc y Borth, a local nature reserve nestled in deciduous woodland dominated by ancient Welsh oaks. The reserve is home to various wildlife, including green woodpeckers, tawny owls, and pied flycatchers, making it a delightful destination for birdwatching. On the shoreline lies another nature reserve, Pen y Banc, featuring a blend of coastal rocks, secluded sandy coves, and mixed woodland. Established in 1996, this reserve is an excellent spot for observing wading birds. The mild climate contributes to a diverse range of vegetation, from gorse and heather to blackthorn, crab apple, and birch, creating a welcoming environment that attracts many visitors to its beaches.

If you enjoy my little film, please consider supporting me on YouTube by likeing and subscribing to my channel: 'Welsh Vistas'. https://www.youtube.com/@WelshVistas - Thank you so much! :o)

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EVAN RACHEL WOOD in WESTWORLD (2016 - 2022) 3.01 • Parce Domine

#westworld #westworldedit #hboedit #erwoodedit #evanrachelwoodedit #cinematv #femalecharacters #femalegifsource #femaledaily #userladiesblr #userthing #userdiana #userkd #duchessofhastings #underbetelgeuse #smallscreensource #tv #*edits

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soitamespieds · 8 months

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À chaque instant, n'oubliez pas de lui rappeler qui est aux commandes

Les femmes qui dominent: Une dynamique de pouvoir et de sanction

Depuis des siècles, les relations de pouvoir ont évolué, oscillant entre des dominations variées. Longtemps, les femmes ont été sous-représentées, voire marginalisées, dans de nombreux aspects de la société. Mais, dans certains milieux et contextes, le vent a changé de direction. Des femmes audacieuses ont pris le contrôle, rappelant à chaque instant aux hommes qui est vraiment aux commandes.

Chaque regard, chaque geste, chaque mot prononcé par ces femmes est un rappel constant de leur position dominante. Et dans cette dynamique, le pouvoir de sanction devient également apparent. Elles n'hésitent pas à punir, à rectifier, à redéfinir les limites lorsque celles-ci sont transgressées. Ces sanctions peuvent être subtiles ou explicites, mais elles servent toujours à réaffirmer leur position de force.

Ces femmes ne cherchent pas nécessairement à écraser ou à diminuer les hommes, mais plutôt à définir clairement les règles du jeu. Leur autorité ne s'exprime pas uniquement à travers des récompenses, mais aussi à travers des corrections lorsque la situation l'exige.

L'image traditionnelle de la femme douce et soumise est bouleversée par ces femmes puissantes qui ne demandent la permission à personne. Elles sont des dirigeantes, des innovatrices, des meneuses. Dans le monde des affaires, des arts, de la politique, et même dans la vie quotidienne, elles se positionnent comme des leaders, non pas parce qu’elles veulent prouver quelque chose, mais parce qu'elles le méritent.

Et le plus fascinant dans cette dynamique, c'est l'adaptabilité des hommes qui entrent dans leur orbite. Nombre d'entre eux reconnaissent et respectent cette autorité, acceptant même les sanctions comme un moyen d'apprentissage et de croissance. Ils comprennent que suivre une femme puissante ne diminue en rien leur propre valeur. Au contraire, cela peut être une source d'enrichissement personnel et professionnel.

Cela dit, tout comme il est essentiel de célébrer ces femmes fortes, il est tout aussi crucial de reconnaître que chaque individu, homme ou femme, a sa propre force et sa propre dynamique. La vraie puissance réside dans l'équilibre, l'harmonie et la compréhension mutuelle.

Les femmes dominantes, avec leur assurance, leur détermination, et leur capacité à punir, ne sont pas une menace, mais plutôt un symbole du progrès de la société vers une égalité des genres. À chaque moment, elles rappellent aux hommes leur place, non pas par arrogance, mais par le désir d'une collaboration harmonieuse où chaque individu connaît sa valeur.

#gynarchie #matriarchie #femaleledrelationship #femalesupermacy #femaleledworld #keyholder

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Parc Cenedlaethol Arfordir Penfro | John Price x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ “face it, we’re lost” john price x gn!reader but it’s a camping trip and price is a stubborn man 😭 - @mockerycrow ❞

: ̗̀➛ you and Price try to have a nice holiday whilst visiting Parc Cenedlaethol Afordir Penfro, but unfortunately, Price has far too much English arrogance.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking

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It was your idea, initially. Going to Parc Cenedlaethol and then travelling to Bannau Brycheiniog and Eryri.

You wanted to show Price the beautiful landscapes that could be seen and taken in; from the gorgeous sandy beaches through to the wild inland hills and all the way up to the mountains where the falcons didn't even dare to fly.

Price was on board at first, and was more than happy to arrange the necessities; tents, sleeping bags, food, drinks. Tobacco, papers, filters and at least two lighters plus spares.

He insisted on taking his car, as it was bigger and more suited to the roadtrip; a large, black estate car, it managed to fit everything in the boot and still have room to spare.

It wasn't anything like England, Price had to admit.

It wasn't stained with bird shit on every street and coated in cigarette butts; it wasn't ruined by uncaring councils who left dangerous pot holes in the roads, it wasn't dominated by middle class idiots who flew England flags and refused to admit that they don't know their own history. It wasn't covered in litter and filled to the brim with disgusting smells and far too much noise.

No, it was beautiful. Bae Sain Ffraid was stunning. Quiet and peaceful, not a single England flag in sight. It wasn't coated in litter, there were no cigarette butts every two steps. No pot holes. The flag of Cymru flew high, but with pride and resilience instead of dominance and an iron fist.

The air was fresh and crisp, and the way you walked along rocks made Price pause in his steps as he smiled to himself. You looked regal, if he was honest. Like you should have had a sword in your hand, bestowed upon you by a lady that lived in a lake. Like you should have had a great red dragon by your side as your co-commander.

He watched you for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he hummed. You looked like you truly belonged there, with the wind in your face and the sunshine in your eyes; you were confident and when you returned to his side, grinning, he could see that it was the perfect idea.

"So," you beamed. "What'd you think?"

Price shrugged as he looked around; the salty air in his face as he took a deep breath and nodded. For miles, he couldn't see another soul; Bae Sain Ffraid was deserted, leaving just you and him stranded on the quaint and quiet beach. The tide rolling lazily as it softly sang along with the gentle breeze.

"Yeah, it ain't half bad," he admitted with approval, a curt nod. "Nothing on Merseyside, but y'know."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head fondly as you gently nudged him. "You could be taken to fucking paradise and you'd still say it's got nothing on Merseyside."

Price grinned as he pulled you into his side, humming softly. "So, where's the campsite again?"

"It's already loaded on the map," you told him. "Once we're in the car, it'll be easy to find."

He nodded slowly, slowly starting to walk back to the car with you, crushing you against his side; he was a confident enough driver, but he had never really been good at taking directions from the satnav.

Convinced he knew better thanks to years of military training exposing him to various maps and terrains, he always assumed that he knew better. It never failed to make him laugh when you joked about it being down to English arrogance.

But still, Price never let anyone else drive his car, and that included you - he loved you, of course he did, and when you reached the campsite at Eryri, he did plan on giving you a little surprise that he had hidden in his backpack. But just because he loved you didn't mean he trusted you with his car.

Nobody had that privilege. Not even his own adopted daughter, Farah, had that.

Sitting in the passenger seat, you lit a cigarette and took a long drag, clearing your throat softly. "I wonder how Gaz is getting on."

Price let his hand drop to your thigh as he hummed. "What'd you mean?"

"He's got his test today," you reminded. "He's trying out for Lieutenant, remember?"

"Oh ah! I'm sure he'll do fine," he told you, gently patting your thigh. "He's smart. I don't doubt he'll pass with flying colours."

"I should hope so," you mused. "He's a good lad, he's Captain material, if anything."

"Oi," Price warned. "Don't."

"I'm just saying," you smiled. "Gaz got a good head on his shoulders, he'd be a fine Captain."

"And what about me?"

"You could retire," you pointed out. "We could live off of your pension, it'd pay enough."

Price scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "You really think we're ready for that?"

You nodded as you grabbed his CD collection from the globe box. "You don't?"

He hummed as he paused at the traffic lights. "I'm not sure... used to think I'd retire once I married, if anything."

"What changed?" You asked, pulling out a Sabaton CD and inserting it into the disc player.

Price glanced at you for a moment, then smiled. "I'm not sure you'd marry me just yet."

"I'd marry you almost immediately if you weren't English," you joked softly, making him grin as he shook his head fondly. "But now? I'd marry you now."

He felt his chest swell a bit, confirming that you would say yes when he asked. He knew it would be easy to get everything together; he had his family's chuppah, and he knew that the local rabbi had plenty of time for signing the ketubah.

Laswell and her wife had agreed to be witnesses, whilst Gaz, Farah, Ghost and Alex had all eagerly asked to be present as well. Alejandro and Rodolfo agreed that they would be there and secure time off once they knew the date, as well.

It made Price giddy to think about; knowing that one day, you would be his spouse and he could happily and comfortably call himself your husband. You turned the car volume up, singing along to 'En Livstid I Krig'.

"För kriget det kan, förgöra en man, jag ger mitt liv för mitt fosterland, men vem saknar mig? Så se mig som den, en make, en vän, fader och son som aldrig kommer hem, men vem sörjer mig? Gick ut i strid för Sverige, blev döpt i blod, där ute väntar döden, inte hjältemod, I fält där fränder faller, hörs ingen sång, utmanar våra öden, ännu en gång!"

Oh, how he loved the sound of your voice. Years of being in a choir had clearly done you justice, as there was nothing that Price could listen to for hours on end like the sound of you singing; he smiled.

It was all too rare for him to hear you sing. He missed it above all else when he was deployed, and hearing it over the phone or on video calls simply wasn't enough, it was never enough. He stayed silent, taking in the gorgeous sound of your voice; it matched the landscape well, if he was honest. You belonged there. He knew that.

But in his clear distraction, he had missed the turning, and it wasn't long before the song faded out, and you took a glimpse out of the window.

"John," you hummed. "Where the fuck are we?"

"Erm," he looked at the satnav. "Bollocks."

"You didn't get us lost, did you?" You asked with a scoff.

Price shook his head. "Nah, of course not. Just took a different route."

"Uh-huh," you sat back, raising a brow. "Face it, we're lost."

"No, we're not," he hummed, looking at the little screen for a second and then nodding. "It's just an alternate route."

"John."

"I'm telling the truth!" He whined. "You've no faith in me."

"Not when you're driving, no," you laughed softly. "You're cocky. You got that English arrogance, cariad."

He rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh. That cemented it for him, if he was honest. It cemented the fact that he wanted, needed, to marry you; you were the best thing in his life, and he wanted to make it known to everybody and everything, that he loved you as much as he adored you.

"We're not lost," he insisted. "Trust me."

"I think I won't this time."

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saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 138

Le jeudi fin de matinée j'ai remis Franck au train. Il m'a remercié pour le séjour instructif. Je lui dis de plutôt le dire à son grand père qui le lui avait offert. Il me dit qu'il va s'inscrire au permis moto dès qu'il sera rentré chez lui.

Jeudi PM, je débarque chez Emma. C'est pas parce qu'elle sera bientôt ma " mère " qu'il faut que nous négligions l'autre facette de notre relation, le sexe !

Même si son personnel est au courant pour nous deux, nous sommes plus libre quand ils sont sortis. Il est vrai que je me vois difficilement circuler à poil devant sa vieille cuisinière. Pour le chauffeur, c'est différent, c'est un mec.

De plus quand ils ne sont pas là, nous faisons l'amour partout, garage, cuisine, séjour, salon, piscine... Toutes les pièces de la maison nous ont vues nous embrasser, m'ont vu l'enfiler par tous les trous et me faire sucer jusqu'à l'os.

Comme Marc est reparti en voyage, je vais rester la nuit. Quand j'arrive, je la trouve très " bourge " en tailleur Chanel. J'écrase le cuir de ma combi dessus et ma main droite passe directement sous le bas de la jupe pour vérifier la présence ou non de culotte. Il y en a pas, c'est un appel à la prise directe ! Notre bataille de langues m'a fait bander, je suis prêt à l'assaut. Sans quitter sa bouche, j'ouvre ma combi par le bas et dégage ma bite. je lui trousse la jupe sur ses hanches et je la soulève pour lui poser les fesses sur la première table venue. Je lui relève et écarte en même temps les cuisses et sans lui laisser le loisir de dire non, je m'enfonce dans la moiteur de son vagin. il est trempé, elle devait déjà s'exciter avant que je n'arrive ! comme d'habitude, je lui ramone la chatte quelques instant pour bien lubrifier mon sexe puis profite d'un coup de rein un peeu plus ample pour lui investir l'anus. Ma poussée impérieuse et le lubrifiant naturel que son vagin a déposé sur ma bite font que je la pénètre assez facilement. Je retrouve alors les sensations de pression sur ma queue que je préfère. Comme nous nous savons séronégatifs et que je prend de mon coté beaucoup de précautions alors qu'elle ne baise qu'avec moi, nous avons abandonné le prote de la kpote entre nous. Il n'empêche que je ne lui juterais jamais dans la chatte ! Par contre dans son cul le risque est nul (de gamin). Je la fais jouir une première fois à l'aide de mes doigts et recommence quelques minutes plus tard alors que je me déverse en elle.

Nous nous décollons. Ses lèvres ont gonflée sous la pression des miennes et l' "agression " de mes dents. Je me retire de son cul doucement. Je la sens serrer l'anus et tout garder en elle alors que je suis sorti. Bien que " sans culotte " elle n'avait pas eu l'intention que cela " dégénère " aussi vite. D'un autre coté cela l'arrange bien car elle me dit que ce soir nous recevons. Ma surprise est grande. Elle me dit qu'elle a invité pour le diner son associé, et deux des grand patron que j'avais rencontré chez lui dont le boss de Kev et ce dernier avec bien sûr. Comme nous finissons de nous réajuster (facile pour elle juste à baisser sa jupe, alors que moi il faut que je remballe sans me pincer la peau avec le zip), je vois apparaître la cuisinière pour demander des instructions. Nous avons eu chaud ! puis je pense après qu'elle a du attendre derrière la porte que nous ayons fini nos retrouvailles.

Emma ayant à s'occuper de beaucoup de détail, je passe dans sa chambre retirer ma carapace de cuir et enfiler un maillot pour aller nager. Au passage je vois le costume qui est prêt pour ce soir, avec chemise, cravate et tous les accessoires sortis.

Je file à la piscine me détendre. J'aligne les longueurs jusqu'à ce que son chauffeur vienne me prévenir qu'il était temps que j'aille me préparer. J'entre dans la chambre et entend la douche fonctionner. Je quitte le maillot et rejoint dessous Emma toute savonneuse. Je la prends dans mes ras mais elle glisse. Je suis couvert de savons avant d'avoir pu la bloquer. Je bande encore et contre mes pecs, je sens ses tétons tout raides. J'ouvre ne grand l'eau pour nous rincer et mets sur froid pour tonifier nos peaux. Elle se réfugie à l'abri de mes bras. Quelle erreur fatale ! Je la soulève, elle s'accroche à mon cou instinctivement. Ça me libère les bras et je les lui passe sous les cuisses pour la soulever au dessus de ma bite. Quand je relâche, elle vient toute seule se planter dessus. L position fait que je lui écrase fortement le clito de mon pubis et ce juste sur ma bande de poil restant. Plaquée dos sur le carrelage, je lui lime la chatte jusqu'au point de non retour et sort juste à temps me planter dans son cul et gicler dedans. Un brin de toilette plus tard, nous nous habillons pour recevoir ses invités.

Bien qu'elle n'ait qu'une robe à enfiler, je suis prêt avant elle. Ça me laisse le temps d ;e contacter André (mon banquier le père de Ric) pour rafraichir mes connaissances sur le contexte économique France et monde.

Arrivée des deux grands patrons, un avec sa femme et l'autre avec Kev. Je réussis à m'isoler quelques instants avec Kev pour qu'il me raconte son mois d'Août : vacances dans le sud de l'Espagne son patron ayant une grande villa à Marbella. Nous attendons l'associé d'Emma qui se fait attendre exprès, c'est un chieur ce mec ! Quand il arrive et que l'on se salut, je lui broie la main en souvenir de notre première rencontre. Pendant le diner, il est coincé entre Emma et le boss de Kev. Du coup ça le rend discret. C'est au dessert qu'Emma sort sa bombe. Elle annonce à la tablée que bientôt je serais son fils et se tournant vers son associé ajoute " avec tout ce que cela comprend question affaire ". Les deux patrons la félicite et Kev vient me faire la bise. Avant que l'associé soit revenu sur terre, le boss de Kev ajoute que c'est une bonne idée et qu'il va la creuser pour Kev et lui. Ce dernier tombe des nues, n'ayant pas encore pris la mesure de l'attachement que lui portait son boss. Même s'il est vrai qu'il est orphelin depuis déjà quelques années (ses parents l'ayant eu très tard), il n'y avait jamais pensé. Je lui confiais que moi non plus je ne savais pas cela possible avant que le notaire d'Emma me le confirme. L'associé sous le choc traite Emma et le boss de Kev de gâteux, inconscients, irresponsables... et autres nom d'oiseaux avant de prendre la porte.

La femme du deuxième invité, s'approche alors d'Emma et lui confie tout le plaisir qu'elle avait eu avec ses deux fils pendant leur enfance avant de s'apercevoir de l'ineptie de ses propos, puisque je suis déjà adulte et qu'Emma ne connaitra jamais ce type de période. Nous éclatons tous de rire, elle la première. Cela dédramatise l'ambiance plombée par le départ de l'autre con.

La soirée se passe bien avec le boss de Kev qui demande pas mal de détail sur la procédure à Emma. Kev lui est encore sur un petit nuage. Nous nous isolons quelques instants. Il me roule une pelle géante et me dit qu'il ne pourra jamais me rendre ce que je lui ai donné en lui présentant son vieux. J'ai eu beau lui dire qu'il en était entièrement responsable lui même, n'ayant fait que les mettre en contact, il n'a pas voulu en démordre.

Plaqué contre moi, il a ressenti les effets de son corps, ma bite ayant grossie à sa taille maxi. Alors que c'est plus un actif qu'un passif, il s'est agenouillé et ma fait une pipe d'enfer. N'ayant rien sous la main, il m'a bu jusqu'à la dernière goutte. Je le relevais et récupérais quelques spermatozoïdes cachés entre ses dents, puis le traitait d'inconscient. Il m'a dit que me devant tout, c'était la moindre des choses.

Nous nous sommes promis de prendre un peu de bon temps tous les deux avant qu'il ne repartent le lendemain matin.

Après que le type accompagné de sa femme nous ait quitté, Emma a emmené nos invités à leur chambre. Avant de les quitter, j'ai proposé à Kev de faire quelques longueurs à la piscine. Avec l'autorisation de nos clients et futurs parents, nous avons traversé la maison et atteint l'espèce de bâtiment/serre qui la couvre.

Les costumes ont volés et nu nous avons plongé dans l'eau à 28°. Besoin de dissiper les tension de la soirée, nous avons aligné les longueurs sans échanger de parole une bonne demi heure durant. Le premier je me suis assis sur le bord, jambes écartées et bite pendante. Kev est venu s'échouer sur moi, resté dans l'eau, il a pris appui de ses bras sur mes cuisses. Je sentais son souffle chaud sur ma queue. Ce qui n'a pas tarder à me faire bander comme un âne. Je l'ai senti appuyer plus fort sur mes cuisses et sa tête monter pour chapeauter ma bite. Puis, le plaisir de sentir mon gland puis ma queue être englobée dans la chaleur moite de sa bouche.je me couchais sur le dos, ne vivant que pour les sensations qu'il me procurait. Il est sorti de l'eau et nous avons entamé un 69, position plus facile pour réussir à avaler entier la bite de l'autre. Depuis qu'il s'est fait défoncer par Eric, Kev est frustré de ne pas se faire enculer plus souvent, son boss est exclusivement passif ! Il m'a donc demandé si je pouvais le " dépanner ". J'ai accepté à condition qu'il me saute d'abord. Kpote et gel plus tard, je me prenais avec beaucoup de plaisir ses 21cm dans le fondement. Son style d'enculage propre, me renvoyait aux premières vacances à La Palmyre. Comme promis, nous avons échangé nos places et je me suis enfoncé dans son cul. Trop bon ! Vu qu'il ne sert pas souvent, j'ai du y aller doucement dans mes premières pénétrations, même avec le gel. Mais une fois le passage fait, c'est de lui même qu'il venait s'empaler sur ma queue. Après nos explosions, lui sur le carrelage de la piscine et moi au fond de son cul, couchés cote à cote sur le dos les pieds dans l'eau, nous avons discuté de ce qui nous arrivait.

Il était encore sous le choc de l'annonce de son boss. Je lui ai dit que cela m'avait fait pareil et que j'avais tourné cela à la dérision en disant que d'une relation " prostitution " (car il ne faut pas se voiler la face, Escort-boy = pute de luxe) nous allions passer à " inceste ". Eclat de rire à mon coté, Kev n'avait pas vu ce coté que l'adoption allait entrainer. Comme je lui demandais justement comment il analysait sa relation avec son boss, il me dit qu'étant devenu son secrétaire particulier, c'était, hors périodes de sexe, assez l'état d'esprit (filial) dans lequel il était.

Nous sommes restés un bon moment sur le dos à regarder la lune au travers des grandes baies vitrées, chacun pensant aux développements à venir. Puis, nus, nos affaires sous le bras, nous avons regagné les chambres respectives de nos employeurs/parents. Je lui roulais un gros patin avant qu'il n'ouvre la porte, puis rejoignais Emma. Elle m'attendait nue sur le lit. Je me suis jeté sur elle et nous avons fait l'amour comme elle et comme moi j'aime. Sa bouche, sa chatte et son cul ont reçu la visite de mes 20 cm gonflés à fond. Nous ne nous sommes endormis qu'après que j'ai explosé et lui avoir procurer trois orgasmes.

Le lendemain matin avant le petit déjeuner, j'allais nager deux trois kilomètres. Surpris j'ai trouvé dans l'eau Kev qui avait eu la même idée et son boss assis dans un fauteuil à le regarder. Ce dernier m'a fait signe et je me suis assis à ses cotés. Il ma demandé de quoi nous avions parlé, Kev et moi, la veille car ce dernier lui avait fait l'amour comme jamais à son retour dans leur chambre. Sans dévoiler notre conversation, je lui ai dit que nous avions surtout parlé adoption et un peu de leur relation. A ce propos je lui glissais que Kev avait quand même besoin d'un minimum de liberté pour rester celui qu'il était et celui que lui avait l'air d'aimer. Il m'a regardé dans les yeux en me demandant si par là j'entendais le laisser baiser ailleurs ? je lui répondais par l'affirmatif lui assurant que ce n'était pas parce qu'il assouvirait quelques pratiques en dehors de leur couple qu'il ne l'aimerait pas pour autant. Je le laissais réfléchir la dessus et plongeais à mon tour dans l'eau. Nous n'en sommes sortis que quand Emma est arrivée, accompagnée du petit déjeuner.

Au moment de partir, le boss de Kev m'a pris par le bras et nous écartant de Kev en train de saluer Emma, m'a dit qu'il avait compris ce que j'avais voulu dire et qu'il en informerait Kev. Je le félicitais et ne put m'empêcher de lui embrasser la joue à la grande surprise des deux autres !

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