#yacht security

[finestyachtcharter]

#luxury yacht services #yacht luxury services #luxury travel #luxury yacht events #VIP services #yacht concierge #shore excursions #yacht provisioning #yacht security #luxury wellness #Mediterranean luxury services #leisure activities #adventure activities #superyacht services Mediterranean #luxury lifestyle #luxury yachting #mega yacht services #Med

[clairenatural]

Please do tell

ok so baseline is that the wagner group is a private military group linked closely (until now) to the russian state/putin himself, which was widely understood (again, until now) to essentially just be an arm of the russian military deployed to deny state culpability in various military interventions. like Russia will be like "oh we're not involved in [insert country or conflict here]" but then Wagner pops up there and we're all like okay yeah sure lmao

they rose to prominence in the 2014 invasion of Ukraine but have since been used by Russia to expand Russian influence and military presence across the world. basically they provide various regimes with military support/join civil conflicts on the side Russia wants to win to overall promote Russian presence, sphere of influence, etc.

What this coup means for Ukraine and the current war we have yet to see, wagner is NOT like. good. like they're a private miltary they're fascist and have killed many many civilians and committed many human rights abuses. so wagner taking control would not be good at all. but my understanding is that there's a very high chance this insurrection (not really a coup as they aren't technically state military) will fail, and if/when it does, that could be good news for Ukraine as they've been fighting as a major part of Russian forces in Ukraine and if they pull out it would destabilize Russia's attack. And it looks like Wagner is currently pulling out of Ukraine to head towards Moscow - and they're so closely linked to Russia's official forces that some people think other Russian military forces might just kinda follow them in confusion and/or just have nobody to command them without Wagner being there

(edit to clarify that I'm not saying here that I want Putin to remain in power, rather that we shouldn't be cheering for Wagner as any sort of "good guys." I do think any sort of destabilization of Putin is a good thing and that's exactly what's happening)

However I'm also concerned about what's gonna happen in the rest of the world - Wagner has been increasing their presence across Africa recently (since ~2017) which has widely been understood as a part of Russian foreign policy to increase their footprint/influence in the region (aka exploit the countries they operate in for natural resources), and they've also been known to operate in Syria and Venezuea. So if Wagner/Prigozhin (the leader) have broken from the Putin regime, will they still be carrying out Russian interests abroad? Whose Russian interests? will they just carry on as a mercenary group to hire unattached to a political regime? What damage will it have to Russia (or at least Putin's Russia)'s global influence if a major arm of their foreign policy/diplomacy strategy has broken from the government? etc etc

#best case the coup fails but it destabilizes the regime AND the war strategy in ukraine #i think if they succeed. it won't be good for anyone esp ukraine #this guy is not better than putin in any way #it's also just like. Prigozhin was always known to be one of Putin's closest confidants so this points to huge destabilization #in the kremlin and the Russian elite. which we already knew bc they are NOT happy w him running the country into the ground #allowing the elite to be sanctioned and lose their yachts and travel abilities. etc #global politics #ty anon :') #also as a disclaimer i do have an MA in global security but i am also not an expert in Russia or Ukraine or Wagner so this is not gospel #i am falliable #i SO wish i was still in class w the professor i had who was one of the nation's Ukraine experts #he probably has so many thoughts about this

[timaeusterrored]

Forever thinking of Vax sitting down, and Kerry standing up, talking to someone and absentmindedly playing with Vax’s hair, not realizing Vax is looking up at him with the biggest heart eyes ever because yes Kerry was angry with him for disappearing, but he’s here and gentle and loving and Vax can’t help it. And when Kerry looks back, Vax is still looking up at him and Kerry realizes he doesn’t think anyone has ever looked at him like that before and Vax is so unashamed doing it and he just kisses his forehead, unsure of what else to do.

#always imagined Kerry being shown security footage of Vax in the station #and realizing how badly he suffered #and how he’d sing Samurai songs to keep him calm #and on one recording vax is humming the yacht song to himself and it makes him cry #and Kerry has to stop watching and go be with his man so he can comfort him #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk v #male v #kerry x v #kerry #kerry eurodyne x v #male v cyberpunk #ker x v #vax eurodyne #cyberpunk v x kerry #v x kerry #male v x kerry #v x kerry eurodyne #kerry x masc v #kerry x male v #otp: supernova

[elceeu2morrow]

[5.27.22]

#lt pic #yacht #brazil #rio de janeiro #5.27.22 #bald security contingency #charlie lightening #my repost #angra dos reis #sao paulo

[goldenwayconcierge]

#concierge services #luxury #vip #mykonos #Mykonosluxuryconcierge #MykonosLuxury #travel #luxury lifestyle #villas #viptransportation #security #massage #yachts #private chauffeur #private chefs #butler #Michelin star restaurants #Youtube

[liberalsarecool]

Scrap the cap. #SocialSecurity

Billionaires and multi-millionaires should not have advantages based on their income. The country depends on social security to provide stability/dignity for millions of Americans. Expanding benefits would help the entire economy. All boats would be lifted, not just the mega-yachts.

#social security

[warningsine]

The Russian opposition leader Alexei Navalny has died in jail, the country’s prison service has said, in what is likely to be seen as a political assassination attributable to Vladimir Putin.

Navalny, 47, one of Putin’s most visible and persistent critics, was being held in a jail about 40 miles north of the Arctic Circle where he had been sentenced to 19 years under a “special regime”. In a video from the prison in January, he had appeared gaunt with his head shaved.

The Kremlin said it had no information on the cause of death.

In early December he had disappeared from a prison in the Vladimir region, where he was serving a 30-year sentence on extremism and fraud charges that he had called political retribution for leading the anti-Kremlin opposition of the 2010s. He did not expect to be released during Putin’s lifetime.

A former nationalist politician, Navalny helped foment the 2011-12 protests in Russia by campaigning against election fraud and government corruption, investigating Putin’s inner circle and sharing the findings in slick videos that garnered hundreds of millions of views.

The high-water mark in his political career came in 2013, when he won 27% of the vote in a Moscow mayoral contest that few believed was free or fair. He remained a thorn in the side of the Kremlin for years, identifying a palace built on the Black Sea for Putin’s personal use, mansions and yachts used by the ex-president Dmitry Medvedev, and a sex worker who linked a top foreign policy official with a well-known oligarch.

In 2020, Navalny fell into a coma after a suspected poisoning using novichok by Russia’s FSB security service and was evacuated to Germany for treatment. He recovered and returned to Russia in January 2021, where he was arrested on a parole violation charge and sentenced to his first of several jail terms that would total more than 30 years behind bars.

Putin has recently launched a presidential campaign for his fifth term in office. He is already the longest-serving Russian leader since Joseph Stalin and could surpass him if he runs again for office in 2030, a possibility since he had the constitutional rules on term limits rewritten in 2020.

#Alexei Navalny #russia #news tag

[modernelites-if]

Modern Elites is a 18+ raunchy slice-of-life IF that follows you, a young royal, navigating the world of the obscenely rich and immensely famous while trying to keep your elite, royal family together in the midst of drama and tabloids.

Setting: modern times, fictional tiny country of Selusa, New York, Paris and more.

Genre: slice-of-life, drama, romance

Celebrity. Pop Culture Icon. Heir.

Royal.

As the heir to the Selusan throne, you're known by many names. Growing under the spotlight hasn't been easy, especially since it seems the vultures all want a piece of your elusive family. Country clubs, yachts, parties, private jets, elite schools, you've had it all.

But is there something missing?

Customize your heir from appearance to gender identity to personality. Dictate what kind of person they are: rebellious, dutiful. Do they care about the royal line or are parties more on their mind? Will you keep a squeaky clean rep or ruin the family name?

Customize Salusa and cater the country to your taste.

Dictate what kind of leader you want to be, and how others percieve you.

Experience the life of the hidden .01% and the drama of the ultra wealthy.

Engage in fiery, dramatic romances that could either uplift or ruin you and your family.

and more to come.

THE ADVISOR

Imogen/Ian Lancaster [f/m]- your family's advisor and publicist. I has cleaned up every mess, every leak, every scandal and at this point, there are no secrets between your family and them. Coming from a well-off family themselves, they know exactly how this world works...and they navigate it with a steel will and a cold, detached demeanor. I has you handled like an adult with a child, trying (and probably failing) to keep you in line. Anything you do will go through them, so it's better to think twice.

THE BETROTHED

Everett/Eva St. Clare [m/f] - the eldest of one of the most influential businessmen on your side of the world, black sheep, and a source of gossip in polite society, there have been talks of a betrothal between you two since the partnership started. Because of that, you two are forced into a fake romance for the cameras. E is an arrogant and brash casanova, sex-obsessed, and is proudly noncommital with string of rumors that follow them like their own entourage. Unfortunately for you, E's exploits can damage the carefully constructed facade you two have built. Of course, E doesn't give a damn.

THE REBEL

Vince/Vivian De Grasso [m/f] - (secretly) fresh out of jail and newly reformed (not) V's politician of a mother has asked in a favor from your family: to reform them and stifle their rebellious ways by adding them to your security detail. Your father having a soft spot for the kid, brings them in as one of your guards. Hopefully V keeps in line...or not.

THE COMMONER

Cordelia/Corden Bowen [f/m]- an employee at the country club you frequent, someone less polite would call them a 'nobody.' C has a bit of an attitude, but that's expected from someone who is used to getting berated by rich people all day. There's not much else to say about them...or maybe there is?

THE JOURNALIST

Romi Marshall [m/f]- a famed journalist with contempt for royalty and elitism. Their newsletters frequently slam you and your family's every move, and they don't like you one bit. You can confidently say they're your biggest hater.

THE ROYAL BEST FRIEND

Oliver/Olivia Ames-Astor [m/f]- a fellow prince/princess from another country and your best friend, who is still hung up on their ex. Forced to betroth someone else, O has so many problems you can hardly sort through them. Still, they're kind and as polite as you'd expect from a person who has had etiquette lessons drilled into them since childhood. They're also your best friend, so there's that.

#interactive fiction #interactive story #interactive novel #interactive game #cog #choice of games #dashing don #choices #cog wip #interact-if #interactive

[llamagoddessofficial]

Had my brain taken over by this scenario. Enjoy a snippet.

---

“Agent, are you in?”

“I’m in position.”

“Agent is in position. Everyone else, stand by.”

That was you. The ‘everyone else’ part- not the 'agent' part. About six other people were placed around the massive room in various spots. You didn't even know who the other people are, to preserve their safety. You glanced up from the bar, making sure not to look at the agent at the top casino table, instead admiring the very, very expensive casino you were in, the chandeliers and diamonds and saturated golden colour to everything. Your only job was to listen out for one of two codes. If you heard the first code, you were to make your way to the exit in your own time. If you heard the second code, you and the others were to get the agent out, and protect him with your life.

You were collateral.

... You had never seen such an expensive place. Chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the usual blaring lights and sounds were missing, this was far too refined an establishment. This was the kind of casino where the small blind would be the cost of a really nice house. You were sitting at the bar, wearing a dress and jewellery provided for you, ‘drinking’ (not really) an incredibly expensive martini paid for by the company card-  in any other circumstance, you probably wouldn’t even be allowed into this place. Perhaps as a dishwasher hidden away in the kitchens, if you were lucky.

You sipped the drink. You didn’t even know what the mission was, only the people vital to the mission knew what the mission was, to protect those involved. Honestly, you were just absorbing the glitz and glamour. A glimpse of a world you’d never be a part of. You had nothing to do except intervene if things went south. 

“Target has entered the room. Wait for him to sit at the table and place his bet. Eyes on the prize.”

...

“Hold on. Target passed the table. He...”

...

Your earpiece cut out. Weird. But that probably meant things were getting serious at the betting table, and the important stuff was happening. You weren’t privy to that.

A skeletal hand placed itself onto the bar, just next to you. The deepest voice you’d ever heard spoke.

“... this seat... taken, doll?”

You glanced up from your drink, and found yourself staring into the eyes of...

... the eyelight of Sans Serif.

Woah. Holy shit. You froze, for a second, pinned under that burning red eye... Sans Serif himself. That signature golden tooth. All but leaning over you, his physique was absolutely was towering, especially considering you were sitting. Didn’t his dad own the guy who ran this place? He was more physically intimidating up close than he was in pictures, with those massive shoulders and hands, that vicious skull crack only just hidden under his hat.

... But equally, he was a lot more handsome than photos gave him credit for. You hadn't expected that. Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, he suited the perfectly tailored red and black suit made exactly to his massive measurements.

“Oh. Uhm... no, it’s fine, you can sit here.” You were nervous. This guy was a big fish, easily the biggest in the casino, one of the biggest in the world. Private jets and yachts, he played at the betting table with amounts of money you couldn't even imagine. He was born into more money than you could ever even comprehend.

He and his family could make you vanish. Not that he needed his family, though. One hand could snap your neck.

... He sat beside you. Your eyes darted up, making note of the two security guards who shuffled to either end of the bar. Suited just as well as him, in matching colours, sunglasses over their eyes and earbuds in their ears.

“... sorry, darlin’. don’t... mind them.” His voice was warm, rich, very soft. He spoke slowly, as if you were the only person in the room with him, but with a precision and deliberateness to his words that sounded like he had spent many hours practising speech. “can’t... go nowhere... without ‘em.”

Wow. He was talking to you. What was he doing? Was he just bored? There were other available seats at the bar, next to much more beautiful women. There were a lot of very beautiful women in this casino who would be delighted to keep the company of the Red Devil himself.

“... If I’m honest, I don’t think they’ll be doing much guarding.” You figured you’d just engage him like he was a normal person. Politely, of course- but no reason why not. 

“hm?” His huge eyelight was fuzzy at the edges.

You gave him a look. “I mean... they’re half your size. They look like your minibosses.”

He chuckled at that. It was a gentle and handsome sound, it eased you. You were still trying to grapple with the fact that Sans Serif was sitting beside you, talking to you. The two of you were from completely different universes.

He seemed so much less intimidating than people described, though. Weird.

The bartender slid Sans a drink without him even asking. It looked like an expensive whiskey, in an equally expensive crystal glass, with a single piece of ice.

“not... bettin’, tonight?” He spoke slowly, lifting the drink to his mouth. He had a golden ring on his index finger that probably cost more than your rent. What was he doing? Were... were you being flirted with by Sans Serif?

You giggled. “No, no, absolutely not. I’m terrible at cards, and dice, everything. Not a chance.”

He grinned. “s’... smart. seen... lotta suckers... lose everything, at those tables.”

He sounded so friendly. So nice. You were unwinding- it strangely so easy to forget who he was.

“Not like I have much money to lose anyway.”

“what brings you... to a casino, then?”

“I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really belong in this sort of place. My friends like the casino a lot more than I do.” You glanced away, again having to make a conscious effort to avoid looking at the agent. “But it seems like they’ve abandoned me.”

... He looked down at your untouched martini. “well. may i... keep you... company? doll?”

You nearly flushed. “Of course.”

His eyelight raked over you. His voice was so deep, so pleasant. “d'ya think... i could start... by gettin’ you a drink you like?”

Sans wanted to buy you a drink? You were... well. Honestly, you were flattered. But also a little embarrassed at being caught out with disliking your drink. You pushed the martini glass away from you.

“It’s that easy to tell I don’t like it?”

The corner of his working socket crinkled. “made... a funny face, when y’sipped it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle again. “I’m sorry. I try so hard to like martinis.”

His smile grew. “why?” 

“... They look so elegant. But...” you nearly cringed at yourself. “... I think they’re kinda nasty.”

He laughed. You felt proud of yourself for getting the sound out of him. You didn't notice the surprised look on his guards' faces.

He brought up his hand, resting his chin on it- why was he looking at you like that? Like you were the only person in the room? “what drinks do you like?”

“The ones that are more fruit juice than alcohol.”

“that... can be arranged.” He purred. “no one will judge. since you’re with me.”

... He was right. Nobody was going to pick you up on drinking something less fancy, when you were with the man himself.

“... I like a tequila sunrise.” You said, sheepishly.

He grinned, and looked to the bartender.

“two tequila sunrises, rob.”

---

Sans straightened his jacket as you walked away. Once you were out of sight, his head guard moved over to him, speaking with a low voice.

“Sir?”

“change... my dinner reservation... to two. i want her at my hotel. tonight.”

“Sir, you're aware that she’s...”

He cast his gaze to his guard. His eyelight, soft and warm with you, was now sharp and empty of feeling. “do i look stupid?”

The guard bowed his head in apology. “No, sir. I am just concerned about the Institute.”

He sneered. “they don’t... care. they’ll see that... i’m interested in her... and turn her into ‘bait’. they’ll put her... right in my lap.”

“Yes, sir.”

“make sure... the jet is fuelled. once we’re leaving... it’ll be fast.”

“Yes, sir.”

... Sans paused. He stared in the direction you had left in. His voice, this time, came out much gentler.

“... make the cabin fridge drinks... sweet.”

“Yes, sir.”

#llama writes #was stuck between mf and hmf for this #but i feel like hmf gives more bond supervillain vibes #which was what i was going for #i had a dream where i was a spy at a casino and that is what inspired this whole thing hksdjfds

[superhaught]

Guard Dog

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warning(s): None!

Word Count: 1000, Part 1/?

Just a little Leighton fic based on this tiktok.

You stirred your drink lazily and refreshed the app one more time just for good measure. 

No new messages. 

You turned your phone off and sighed then finished off your drink in one gulp. The bartender swung by and cleared your empty glass and offered you another and you shook your head, saying, “just water, please,” hoping to sober up before heading home and putting this failure of a Friday night behind you. 

A pretty blonde girl walked up to the empty barstool beside you and barked out her order to the bartender while preemptively handing him her ID, then she loosely directed her next words to you, “excuse me, is this seat taken?”

“Not anymore, go ahead.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything in response as she sat in the stool and began rummaging through her tiny purse, pulling out a compact and touching up her face of makeup.

“Did you have a date or something?” The blonde asked, not turning to look at you. 

“I don’t know if it was a date,” you replied, “but someone was supposed to meet me. I’ve been waiting for over an hour.”

She closed her compact and returned it to her bag as the bartender was sliding a cocktail across the counter to her. 

“And they haven’t messaged you, I assume?”

“Nope.” You responded. 

“Asshole.”

You shrugged, “I wasn’t that excited about it anyways.” 

The blonde nodded and sipped from her drink with an elegance that was both admirable and off-putting. You envisioned her taking family vacations to Napa, feeling comfortable on yachts, purchasing a new pair of red-bottoms every season. 

The woman’s attention had been captured by her own phone, and you started to long for your bed. 

You were waiting to flag down the bartender and get your bill when a random guy approached you, carrying two beers. You rolled your eyes without him seeing.

“Hey girl, you are looking fine, let me enjoy a beer witchu.” 

You began, “oh, I was actually just-”

The blonde woman interjected, “excuse me, do you like, know this man?”

The dude groaned and slouched, “aw, come on we were just talking!”

She held up an index finger in front of him, “silence, mouth-breather, I wasn’t speaking to you yet,” then she looked at you expectantly, awaiting your answer. 

You shook your head, “no, I don’t.”

“Do you want to know him?”

“Not really.”

She nodded and turned to the offending guy, “she doesn’t want to talk to you. Goodbye.”

“What the fuck? I was just trying to be nice!”

“Well, you’re not being nice, you're being a creep and she doesn’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“Fucking bitch,” the man scoffed at blonde. 

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and sat up a little taller, “yep. Now remove yourself from the premises before I have security do it for you.”

The man raised his hands in surrender and backed away slowly, glaring at your rescuer, before finally turning and storming out of the bar with two of his buddies right behind him.

You exhaled, “Jesus… thank you for that.”

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, “oh my god, of course. Don’t even mention it.”

The bartender returned and passed your receipt to you but the woman grabbed the slip of paper between manicured fingers and spoke to the bartender, “no, please put her bill on my tab. Leighton Murray. Thank you.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that.” 

“I know but I’m going to, you’ve had a shitty night.”

“It’s really not necessary-”

“Don’t worry about it, okay? It’s nothing.” The blonde was putting her foot down and you felt completely disarmed by her. She clicked on her phone, “you were leaving, right? I’m calling you and Uber and I’ll walk you out, I’m not having you leave by yourself. He seemed like the type to wait in the parking lot.”

“You’re… that’s really above and beyond, I can’t accept-”

“I insist. Now, where are you heading?”

You considered denying her. You considered saying, thank you, but no thank you. 

“Essex College.” 

She raised an eyebrow again, “are you a student?”

You nodded, “I am, yeah. Junior.”

She smiled, “oh, wow! I’m a senior at Essex. I can’t believe I don’t know you. Come on, let’s just head back to campus together. I’m Leighton.”

You returned her smile and introduced yourself. She echoed your name back and then took hold of your hand, you thought she was just going to shake it but instead she stood up and gently led you out of the bar. 

You glanced around the parking lot and didn’t see the group of guys, “seems all clear…”

“You can never be too careful,” she answered with a shrug, “do you want me to leave you be?”

You couldn’t help but look her up and down. She was stunning. Taller than you in heels, and likely without them, too. She was still holding your hand. Her skin was soft and you could smell her perfume. She used her free hand to run her fingers through her hair, pushing it back, and you were done for. 

You looked at her lips and unknowingly bit down on your own, “No. I don’t want that…”

She smirked. A black car pulled up beside you and Leighton gestured for you to get in ahead of her. 

You squeezed her hand and then opened the car door. She lightly touched your lower back as you got into the car and it made you shudder. 

You quietly looked out the window as the car took you back to your college campus. You found yourself thinking about how it wasn’t fair for women like Leighton to exist because your hands were shaking and she hadn’t even done anything. You balled your hands into fists and sighed, not meaning to make a noise when you did.

“Is everything okay?” Leighton asked. 

You were shocked out of your thoughts, “Yes! Well, no… I mean, yes, everything is fine, it’s just…”

“Just…?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you met the blonde’s eyes, “I don’t want my night to end just yet.”

#leighton murray #slocg #the sex lives of college girls #reneé rapp #leighton murray x reader #leighton murray fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #original writing #credit to Ansley on tiktok for inspo!

[roguehongsami]

Money Power Glory.

pairing/s: executives!minjoongsan x fem!secretary

genre/s: smut, fluff, au

synopsis: hongjoong needs your help securing a deal.

content: unprotected sex (condomize), rough sex, soft sex, threesome, power play, degradation, praise, belt leash, bondage, brat taming, breast play, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, cum eating, handjob, bukkake, double penetration, butt play, creampie, choking, spit kink. switch!reader, dom!sangi, switch!hongjoong. reader is a former sex worker.

word count: 3.7k

* DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FICTIONAL. IT IS NOT A REPRESENTATION OF THE AFOREMENTIONED'S CHARACTERS, PERSONALITIES OR BEHAVIOURS. THIS IS SOLELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. *

As her heels made contact with the wooden boards beneath her feet, she approached the yacht. The scent of salt water in the air. Not much illumination except the moonlight to make her path clear. Hongjoong was outside awaiting to welcome her, hands pocketed in his slacks. Y/N had never heard of meetings being held in the dark. She just did as told and made her way to the docks. A satisfactory smile materialised on Hongjoong's face when she halted before him.

"What kind of meeting is held at night, in a yacht no less?" she deadpanned.

"I need your help with the acquisition." he sighed. "San's easy but Mingi... he's a real piece of work."

"I'm just a secretary, I don't think I can help, Hongjoong."

"Well..." he approached her, eyes zeroed in on hers. Closing the gap between them, he rubbed her bare arms.

She released a defeated breath as soon as she realised. This was the last thing she wanted to do. Her past was meant to stay exactly where it belonged, behind her. As she turned on her heel to leave, Hongjoong reeled her back in. Light grip on her wrist. Eyes pleading for her to hear him out.

"I just need you to butter them up." his tone low. "You know I never ask you for anything."

"I see why." her eyebrows creased. "When you gave me this job, you said I never have to be a call girl again."

"Yes, I said that and I still mean it. Just this one time." he brushed his lips against hers. "A month off work, I'll take you on that trip to Santorini you're always raving about."

A few moments of silence as she weighed out her options. It was just one more time, right?

"Same tricks I use on you?" she rolled her eyes.

He pecked her on the lips and smiled. "Anything that'll get me the deal."

When they entered the lounging area, San and Mingi had already made themselves comfortable. Mingi was seated on the couch nursing his whisky. San was seated at the bar. Hongjoong's hand on Y/N's bare back, they stood idly before them.

"Gentleman, this is Y/N. She's my secretary and she'll be your entertainment for the night." Hongjoong announced.

San and Mingi exchanged satisfactory glances, nodding at each other. "I'm Mr. Song," Mingi said and then pointed at San, "and that's Mr. Choi."

"I'll leave you be," Hongjoong said, "and please be careful with her? She may be a brat but she's still very sensitive."

Before leaving, Hongjoong pecked her on the cheek. Soon it was just the three of them in the room. She stood with her arms crossed, her weight supported on one leg. Mingi reached out his hand for Y/N to take it.

"Come on, I don't bite." Mingi coaxed. "Unless you're into that stuff."

She took his hand as he pulled her into his lap. He immediately buried his face into the crook of her shoulder. Peppering kisses, nipping at her skin. He pulled down the straps of her dress, revealing her breasts. The feel of the draft had her nipples hardening. His hand traveled up her thigh, rubbing and inching closer to her core. She threw her head back to give him access to her neck. San approached the couch, hovering over them as he stroked her hair.

"I think she's ready to play." San said.

Mingi removed the fabric covering her core and ran his fingers through her folds. A moan escaped. Rubbing her clit slowly, flicking it to rile her up a bit. Two fingers slipped in, pumping slowly. Warm and slick, just the perfect sensation. Her eyes snapped open when San grabbed her chin.

"Be a good girl and make Mr. Choi feel good." Mingi spoke through kisses.

Without protest, her hands begun undoing San's belt. As his slacks and underwear were brought down, his cock sprung out before her eyes. Long and girthy, a vein or two for detail. A bead sitting at the tip. Her mouth went slack. With his hand tangled in her hair, he guided his cock into the orifice. The feel of her velvety throat could bring his instant release. Thrusting, in and out. His tip knocking at the back of her throat. As Mingi's fingers pumped faster, she moaned on San's cock. The vibrations made him twitch in her throat, as hot cum sprayed all over her mouth. She gagged, tears mixed with mascara running down her face. She came on Mingi's fingers but that didn't stop him, he still kept pumping with his palm rubbing her clit. San pulled out of her mouth and met her at eye level.

"Hongjoong told us you last long." San grinned. "Let's test that theory."

In her ear, Mingi whispered, "And she plays rough too."

The lot went into the bedroom. San stripped her completely naked, tearing up her silk dress and only leaving on her heels. He pushed her onto the bed. Arousal was slowly making its way out of her core, unable to mask how turned on she was. She loved being treated as less than. She turned around, sitting up as she faced them. Both men watched her with predatory eyes as they undressed before her. Mingi looped his belt around her neck. He tugged it, instructing her to go on her knees.

She kneeled before them and begun stroking them with both hands. As soon as Mingi was leaking, she had her mouth wrapped around him. One hand pumping a throbbing San, tongue laving an aching Mingi. They tried their hardest to not unravel, but could not help the cum leaking from their tips. She removed her mouth and spit on him, mouth now wrapped around San and pumping Mingi. Both men were groaning messes.

"Jesus, your throat feels good." San spoke through groans.

Mingi gently tugged the belt. "What do we say?"

Mingi yanked her head off of San, her lips leaving him with a pop. "Thank you, San." Mingi tugged the belt very hard, making her jerk forward. "Thank you, San." she hissed spitefully as she challenged his gaze. He tugged again and she yelped, growing wet. "Thank you Mr. Choi."

Mingi smirked arrogantly. As she alternated between both men, pumping and sucking, sucking and pumping, both were about to cum. Chin covered in spit, hands wet and sticky. Both men started rubbing themselves out over her face, pumping themselves. They sprayed their warm cum all over her face, some landing on her chest and breasts. Licking off the bit that's on her lips, leaving a salty taste on her tongue, and wiping off the rest with her hand. San sat on the bed, she remained on the floor with Mingi towering over her.

He yanked the belt and she whined. "Stand." Mingi instructed.

Without a second to spare, she was on her feet. She challenged Mingi's gaze, lips wearing a smirk. "Is that all you got?"

Sandwiched between both men, San pressed up behind her. "Mingi, get the cuffs."

Mingi left the room to go get the handcuffs. San pushed her on the bed. She was on her knees, still overshadowed by his large build. He took her chin and tipped her closer. Swiftly, his hand was on her neck. Ample pressure applied, her breath caught in her throat. She grabbed his arm and tried getting out of his hold.

"Lose the attitude or we'll fuck it out of you, princess." San's voice carried so low that chills traveled down her spine.

Insolent as ever, she wanted to test his limits. "I'd like to see you try, San."

"Up against the headboard, now." Mingi's voiced boomed when he entered the room, handcuffs in hand. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Still fixed in her position, she did not budge an inch. Mingi tugged the belt, causing her to whimper. "Do you want Hongjoong to lose this deal?"

She shook her head disapprovingly. Pulling on the belt, he dragged her to the headboard. Crawling in submission to ease the tension around her neck. He cuffed her wrists to the headboard. Kneeling, face down. Mingi posited beneath her. San kneeled behind her, rubbing his tip along her entrance, teasing her. Mingi fondled her breasts, hands squeezing and tongue flicking her nipples. His hand traveled to her sensitive clit, toying with it. Her hole ached, yearning to be filled, feeling as though it would bleed if it got any tighter. San spanked her ass, eliciting a whine from her end. Four hands groping and stroking her, she was overstimulated yet the fun had not even begun.

"Please..." she moaned as pushed her ass up against San's cock, but he pulled away.

"Please what, princess? Use your words." an evil chuckle left San's mouth, Mingi joining in.

"Fuck me! Just fucking use me!" she cried as she struggled in the cuffs.

Mingi tugged on the belt. "Are you gonna be an obedient little whore for us?" she simply nodded which led to Mingi feeling affronted, so he tugged harder. "Words!"

"Yes sir!" she croaked out. "Just fuck me, fill me up! Anything!"

No warning, Mingi slammed into her needy and drenched hole. Her cry filled the room. Pain both pleasant and sore, her body trembled. Mingi unmoving, San slowly eased into her. Unbearable at first, the pain grew pleasurable as Mingi muffled her cries with two fingers pressed to the back of throat. Gradually there was movement, both men alternating in thrusts. As one slid in, the other slid out. Mingi had his hands on her thighs whilst San maintained balance using her hips. The men were having their way with her. Their strokes grew more aggressive, each thrust much stronger than the last. Y/N eventually went mute, with only the men's groans filling the atmosphere.

With a grunt, San uttered, "Is our pretty slut enjoying herself?"

She failed to respond, with only a string of drool leaving her mouth. "I think we fucked her dumb." Mingi chuckled.

San slowed down and dipped down to see her face. "Shit, you're right. We did!" he laughed as he resumed his stroking.

"No backchat from our favourite cumdump?" Mingi taunted, merely incoherent mumbles on her part.

Whilst maintaining his pace and rhythm, Mingi played with her clit again. San spanked her ass once more, before dropping a bead of spit on her ass, and rubbed his thumb into her hole. This brought her out of her reverie. Getting slammed into with 2 cocks, her clitoris and ass being toyed with; nothing could silence her. She was a moaning and crying mess. Whines bouncing on the thin walls, begging them to never stop. Mingi nibbled on her nipples. The sight of her mounds jiggling over his eyes as they railed her senseless, there was no keeping it in. She creamed on both their cocks, a bit of squirt spraying on Mingi's torso, as they fucked the cum back inside her. As both men's climaxes loomed, they painted their seed all over her wall. Face covered in sweat, some dripping on Mingi's chest. Panting. When Mingi pulled out, cum was dripping on the sheets. All 3 of their discharge, mixed, making its way down her thighs.

San unlooped the belt around her neck and uncuffed her, crashing into Mingi's chest. He laid her right beside himself, coddling her in his arms whilst San cleaned her up. She fought off the looming slumber. Her eyes stayed open although she was worn out. Both got dressed, ready to call it a night. She weakly propped herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing them by their belts. They exchanged confused glances then looked down at her.

"Hongjoong worked his ass off for this deal." her voice hoarse, weakly carrying through. "Give him the contract before you leave."

San crouched to meet her eyes. "You really care about him, don't you?" she nodded. "We weren't gonna give it to anyone else, so don't worry yourself. You did great."

San gave her a sympathetic smile, seeing how done she was. He knew that look, that was the look of a woman who'd do anything for whoever she cared for. A woman in love. Mingi rubbed her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. They bid goodbye as they left her in the room alone. There was muffled chatting in the common area, a third voice belonging to Hongjoong soon joined. She shuffled to the door and locked it. Moments later there was light knocking from the other side. She simply ignored it and made her way to the shower.

[ . . . ]

The crack of light that shone through the curtains woke her when it stagnated over her eyes. Tidying the room, making the bed, picking up her clothes from the floor and eventually showering. The yacht was no longer docked, but sailing out in the open sea. Only in a silk robe, loosely hanging on her body. Taking in the sight of the waters slapping against the walls of other yachts that sailed past. Her head rested on her arms which were placed on the sill. A knock on the door brought her out of her head. When she opened the door, before her stood Hongjoong bearing gifts. A bouquet with an assortment of flowers, and a branded Delvaux gift bag. She wore a dead look and walked back to the bed, sitting down with her legs crossed.

"Did they give you the contract?" she broke the silence.

He trailed behind her. "Signed last night. You're not mad, are you?"

"No." she deadpanned and looked him in the eye. "It's one thing to fuck me on every surface whenever you want, I actually like that. You gave me a job and got me out of my old life, and I'll always be grateful. But to pimp me out to your friends then spring it on me on the last minute?"

He took a few steps toward her but she stretched out her leg to create some distance. "Y/N, there's nothing I can say to justify what I did. I really am sorry. This deal..."

"I know how important this acquisition was for you, because I stayed those late nights in the office with you, while you stressed over your presentations." she shook her head and released a shaky breath. "You could've just asked me, Joong. I'd never say 'no' to you, you know that."

Hongjoong brushed her leg aside and closed the gap between them, setting the gifts down on the bed. He kneeled down between her legs, hands snaked around her waist.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. When San and Mingi left, I felt like such a dick. San said something that brought me to my senses. This isn't how I wanted things to be between us, I should've been honest from the get-go." he cupped her face with both hands. "I'll do anything for you to forgive me, anything. Y/N, I will do right by you from this point on and I'll always run things by you. Regardless of how much I apologise, it won't change the fact that I was a jackass."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "I still want my trip to Santorini."

"Santorini and many other places." he kissed her forehead.

"What's in the gift bag?"

Grinning, he produced forward a bloom pink Lunar New Year leather handbag. Her eyes sparkled brighter than anytime he'd ever seen them, she took it into her hands. Holding it merely inches away from her face, soaking up every detail from the stitching to the dragon silhouette. By far, the best addition to her collection. All sponsored by yours truly.

"Do you love it?" taking in the image of her joy, there was nothing in the world he loved more than watching her gush over all he had to offer her. "I remember you showing it to me last week, wouldn't stop talking about it."

She put the bag aside and pecked him on the lips. "Joong, I love it. God, I don't deserve you."

"Yes, you do. And I'm gonna prove to you that I'm worthy of your companionship."

Undoing her robe's knot, the flimsy material slid effortlessly off her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts. He cupped them both, kneading, as she threw her head back, hands pressed into the mattress to support her weight. While his mouth circled around one of her nipples, flicking it with his tongue, she attempted to pull off his jacket. Briefly pulling away, he took off all his upper body garments. He slid off her underwear, revealing the glistening pool that had gathered at her entrance. With both her legs on his shoulders, she was feeling desperate. The thought of his tongue was driving her to a point of insanity. That first lave at her clit had her whimpering. As he buried his face in her core, her fingers were tangled in his locks. Clenching around nothing and only growing more slick, he swallowed every bit of her.

"Hongjoong..." she called breathlessly. "Oh, you're such an obedient pet baby..."

He look up her with big eyes. "The things I would do for you are endless, my love."

Two fingers slid inside her, pumping as they brushed past her sensitive zone. She was teetering on her imminent release. He inserted a third finger, increasing his pace. Her moans grew louder. Legs quaking over his shoulders as she came undone, he lapped up every ounce of her juices. Collapsing on the bed, she laid there shaking quite a bit. Breath unsteady and hitched. His fingers still pumping to help her ride out her high. He got up off the ground and fully undressed. As he hovered over her, their fingers intertwined, she met him with a sensual and deep kiss. His tongue explored every corner and crevice of her mouth. His cock brushed against her already wet and needy core, causing her to squirm under him. He slowly eased into her. Head buried in the crook of her shoulder. One hand rubbing her clit, the other holding her hands above her head. Legs locked around him, their kiss did not break.

"I'd be a fool to ever let you go." he grunted into her ear. "You are my prized possession, my everything, right my love dove?"

She moaned in response. He thrusted into her much harder, pushing her to speak. "Yes sir, I'm your prized possession." she cried, tears trailing down her temples.

He released her hands and with haste, her hands were snaked around his back. Perfectly manicured nails inscribing art into his back, the last scars were barely healed. Likewise, they were trailing eyely bruises and hickeys on each other's necks and jawlines, their calling card. They were marking their territories like they always had. As she contracted around him, his hips moved sloppily. He painted her walls as she allowed herself to let go around him. Slow thrusts as he rested on top of her. Lips crashing into hers. One of her hands stopped at his neck, gently pressing the sides. In one swift motion, she flipped their bodies around. Grinding to wake his penis up, his hands were on her waist guiding her movements.

Applying more pressure to the grip on his neck, she leaned in, "Last night won't happen again, am I clear?" voice down a few decibels.

As he felt himself get aroused whilst inside her, he said, "Yes..."

She squeezed tighter, "Yes who?"

"Yes... ma'am."

"Good boy." her grip loosened. "Now open up." she commanded.

His jaw slackened. She dropped a bead of spit in his mouth, his tongue reaching. Her lips crashed into his, the kiss was very hungry, sloppy and coupled with the clashing of teeth. Hips slowly rising and sinking back on his hard-on, he met her effort with thrust from below. His hands groping and smacking her ass. She couldn't help but whimper in his ear, barely keeping her lips on his.

"You're so good for me baby." she moaned weakly. "This pussy is yours, and yours only."

"It's like you were made for me sweetheart." he groaned.

"Because I am." she cried, almost pathetically really.

She put her hands on his chest to balance herself as she continued to ride him. Voluntarily contracting her muscles around him, she sped up. The pouncing growing more unsteady by the minute as she felt her third orgasm creep in. Hongjoong's face contorting as his own orgasm swept in without so much as a warning. They came simultaneously, each chanting the other's name. She collapsed on his chest, worn out from the morning workout. He laid her on her side and when he pulled out, she protested. Chuckling, he pressed up against her back and lifted her leg up, easing himself back inside her.

This time it felt different, freeing. Y/N had had her fair share of sexual partners but Hongjoong was who she wanted to be her last. She found it hard to trust and be open with prospective partners about her past. Hongjoong never made her feel ashamed. He took her as she was, no questions asked.

"You are worth every penny I spend and more." he whispered in her ear. "I knew you were the one the night you walked into that lounge."

"You don't mean that." she refuted.

"Yes I do." he pecked her shoulder. "I understand how important trust is to you. You didn't take my job offer because you were desperate, but because I had actually earned your trust. Last night won't ever happen again. No deal is worth losing you. From now on we're a team. No pimping out, no office sex, none of that."

She turned her head to face him, unable to contain herself. "Are you serious, Joong?"

"About you, absolutely. I've never been more sure about something in my life." he smiled as he pecked her on the lips.

"The office sex stays though."

"Definitely. How else will I be motivated to work if you're not sitting on my lap, telling me about the different places & positions we could do it?"

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Dark!Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader (Drabble)

Pairing: Dark Rafe Cameron x (female) Pogue!Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Toxic/Forced Relationship.

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"and then I’m gonna put a diamond on that finger.” Rafe whispers against your ear, body fully pressed against your back, relishing on the way you shiver as the freezing wind hits you. 

It’s a beautiful night, the sight from the Druthers is absolutely breathtaking, Outer Banks looking gorgeous even though you hate it so much, the lights illuminating the grandiose mansions that spread along the coast.

The yacht itself was majestic, filled with luxury in a way that you’ve never witnessed in your life.

But not even all the wealth in the world can change the negative feelings that are nested deeply inside your heart, sadness and resignation prevailing.  

You feel trapped. Trapped in Rafe’s embrace, his arms secured around your waist, keeping you flush against him. Trapped by his controlling delusional traits. Trapped by this new Kook lifestyle that has been imposed on you as you became Rafe’s “girlfriend”.

You hate it all. 

“You’re gonna be a Kook very soon, sweetheart. A Cameron. My wife.” Rafe reminds you, his tone holding a hint of possessiveness.

His arms squeeze you tighter and you hold back your breath, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. You tap his hand, signaling for some space as you quickly slip away from his embrace.

He follows you back inside the yacht and you barely hold back the panic attack you’re about to have. 

You gulp down the content of an elegant glass you catch around, hoping it would soothe your nerves. 

“Rafe..I…We shouldn’t rush, right? There’s no reason to hurry into marriage.” you hate how whiny your voice comes out, but Rafe doesn’t react, looking at you with a calmness that scares you. 

He doesn’t utter a word, so you keep going. 

“I mean…We should get to know each other better. I barely know anything about you.” you plead, fully ignorant of the way Rafe’s jaw clenches. “But maybe with more time-”

“You want time? Is that what you want?” he questions you, taking a large step closer “You want time to figure out how to run away from me? To plan some fucked up plan to keep me away from you?”

You shake in the high heels Rafe forced you to wear, feeling yourself getting wobbly. 

“No! That’s not what I-”

“Save it, I know exactly what you want, I’m not stupid, Y/N” Rafe pulls you closer, hand gripping your forearm so hard to the point that you can feel the blood circulation getting strained. 

He leans forward, face pressing against the crown of your hair. You close your eyes, feeling the warm tears behind your lids.

“I know what your plan is, sweetheart…” he whispers, “but it’s not gonna work. You’re mine now and no one - not even you - can stop that.”

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[scuderiasundays]

a promise is a promise

summary: sliding into a stranger's dm's, nostalgia for your first date, and a promise sealed with a kiss + a little insta au at the end 💙

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a/n: my first time writing for mr. leclerc! thank you for the req, @headinthecloudssblog 🫶🏼 tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @formulaforza, @thatsdemko, and @diorleclerc because i trust you all deeply. feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses!

Charles loved Adele and he sure wasn't shy about it. While the other racing drivers were hyping themselves up with rock, EDM, or rap, the Monegasque’s AirPods (which he often lost) were blaring “Someone Like You.” You, yourself, wondered how the powerful yet melancholy ballad could put him in the right headspace to drive at breathtaking speeds of up to 362 km/h. 

You were nothing short of euphoric when it was announced that she would be extending her exclusive residency in Las Vegas. It would be a dream come true if you could see her live during the weekend of the Las Vegas Grand Prix. However, a bitter reality crept in when you discovered the final show was scheduled for November 4, a mere two weeks before the two of you would arrive stateside. Charles would be racing at Interlagos, while you would be stuck at a clinical genetics conference in St Andrews.

“I was going to get us tickets to thank you for your service in the Great War!” You huffed as you watched Charles tie the laces of his Puma running shoes, visibly let down by the news. All of your friends thought the racing driver had used his F1 connections to get you those coveted floor seats, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. Your boyfriend had spent 18 hours in a virtual queue on one of his few days off, using multiple of his sim racing monitors to secure tickets to the Eras Tour. Arthur had mocked his older brother about how “whipped” he was, joking that he was relieved someone else’s screen time was as horrific as his own.

With a light kiss on your neck, Charles wrapped his arms around you from behind, his voice filled with affection. "It’s like this, ma chérie. I'm going for a run with Andrea," he whispered. As he headed towards the door, his shoulders slumped and his AirPods in, it became clear today's run would be more of a recovery run, a moment for him to recharge physically but more so emotionally.

Determined to bring Charles closer to his idol, you swiftly grabbed your phone from the kitchen island and opened Adele's Instagram profile. Sliding into someone's DMs had never been your style, let alone that of a Grammy-winning artist, but you figured there was nothing to lose.

"Hi, this is Y/N. I know it's unlikely that you'll ever see this, but I'm taking a leap of faith for my boyfriend Charles, who is undoubtedly your biggest fan. Our first date perfectly encapsulates his essence," you began typing, a wave of nostalgia washing over you. "He took me on the most gorgeous twilight yacht ride, accompanied by a meticulously curated playlist of his favorite songs. Upbeat songs like 'A Sky Full of Stars,' 'Pepas,' and 'Feel So Close' filled the air. But then, out of nowhere, a hauntingly beautiful piano melody began to play."

Pausing for a moment, a reminiscent smile graced your face as the memory came roaring back to life. "'Is this Adele?'" you had asked, a glass of rosé in your hand. Charles looked so at peace compared to the tense expression he sometimes wore during race weekends. He had offered you his blue Ferrari sweatshirt to ward off the evening chill and confirmed that it was indeed Adele. Charles shared that he, unlike most, found comfort in what he deemed “depressive music.”

Since that fateful evening, the British songstress' music had become an integral part of your relationship. It served as the soundtrack to your road trips, where you took turns belting ‘Rolling in the Deep.’ It sparked heated debates about whether Adele’s ‘Daydreamer’ or Sade’s ‘By Your Side’ should be your first dance song. It even led to late nights, downing espresso shots just so you could listen to her latest album the second it dropped.

You reached for your phone once again. "That night ended with Charles’ hand resting on my thigh as he drove me home to 'Make You Feel My Love.’ Your music has been the soundtrack to so many of our most intimate moments, and it would mean the world if you could find some time to perform for him," you typed, pouring your heart into the message. You added, "I know this is a long shot, but I..." before eagerly hitting the "Send" button. With a growing sense of accomplishment, you decided to run to the grocery store to pick up some fresh salmon for dinner.

Unable to keep a secret to save your life, you shared what you’d been up to with Charles. "You DM'd the queen? Je t'aime, ma belle, but I highly doubt she'll reply," he playfully teased, rolling his eyes as he wiped the dish you had just handed him.

"What if she does?" you retorted, a hint of hope in your voice. "You know how I treasure you so much I don’t even trust myself to take you on a hot lap? We’ll do it in Las Vegas if and only if Adele responds." His devilish Leclerc wink accompanied the mischievous remark, leaving you to wonder how this crazy turn of events would unfold.

Weeks passed, and with each passing day, the likelihood of a reply dwindled. Charles was away in Qatar when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. A courier stood before you, holding a grand bouquet of white roses along with a message card. Assuming it was from him, your hands trembled as you read the sign-off on the ivory white card. There it was, unmistakably etched in the most elegant script. Five letters. Adele.

You snatched the card eagerly and read it over countless times, overcome with disbelief. It turned out that Adele's devoted fan base had made her very much aware of Charles' fanboying. She expressed her delight and confirmed that she would be more than happy to sing a few songs for you over dinner so long as she could score some “cool mom points” and bring her son Angelo to the race.

Your hands trembled with sheer excitement as you shared the spectacular news with Charles. He blamed his nonexistent allergies as tears welled up in his eyes, but you saw right through his lies.

"So, you'll be taking me on that hot lap, Leclerc?" you grinned, blissed out seeing him so happy. "Bah oui, une promesse est une promesse," he replied, sealing his vow with a well-earned kiss.

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yourusername: weekends with adele (and charles) 🎰🍸❤️

fan1: “it’s true that, after a bad day, if you listen to that, you cry. you don’t feel any better. but i like it. i like the mood of depressive music.” - chuck leclerc

charles_leclerc: i have the best girlfriend in the world! tu est simplement la meilleure ❤️

adele: she’s one of a kind! thank you for letting me bear witness to your love x

yourusername: you, sir, are the love of my life. thanks for tolerating my impulsivity!

fan2: i need a charles and adele collab and i need it NOW 😤

joris_trouche: he’ll never shut up about this

charles_leclerc: prepare to be sick of me! wait, you and @andferrari007 already are 🫣

scuderiaferrari: c² music challenge but adele songs only?

carlossainz55: why play when i don’t even stand a chance 🤨

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[thedivineart]

10 THINGS ABOUT YOUR FUTURE SELF AND LIFE

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cards: anchor, scythe, key, child, tower, snake, lady, cross, book, heart

1. You will be stable person in the future and may also be choosing to live near by the sea or you will own a yacht. This could also mean that you will work in cruise ships or a navy/marine. You will experience a long term relationship and it is pretty stable, and will become more goal oriented person.

2. You will cut something in your life that aren't serving good at all and just bringing negative in your side. On other hand, you could be possibly owning some land in country side.

3. Having child is important for you or your child is important for you. This also talks about that you feel safe being your true self or you learn to heal your inner child traumas.

4. You could work in schools or in education offices. You also be looking young even though you age.

5. You will becoming independent but you might also experience loneliness, if not then you will become cold individual. This could also mean will be powerful in people eyes or someone who were an authority level will feel jealous about you.

6. You will be deceive/manipulate by a woman in the future, this could be that you will experience being cheated.

7. A secret you will know in the future especially it involves someone who's pretty religious or if not, you will connect more into spirit and religious matter or you will be feeling unhappy about your relationship with a certain person before experience a long term relationship.

8. You could also be working as a writer or you will try to write books. This could also mean that you will be very focus about studying stuffs and be more educated/intelligent.

9. You will have a secret crush or a secret admirer or even secret love. This could be also mean that you will be meeting someone new and never been meet before.

10. You will become caring and generous in everything you have. For some here, I feel that you will have a hidden affair with someone else especially a mistress is keeping up showing but I feel you would not be aware of it.

TWO

cards: tree, rider, house, ship, letter, lady + garden, key, heart, bouquet, dog

1. You likely to pursue your dreams, goals and some of them you will achieve it. You probably someone who is future oriented and you want all of your plans to be true. This could be mean that you will own a garden/ a landscape or if not you become mature and stable individual and would take care of yourself. You would also be choosing to live near the nature and trees.

2. You will meet someone new that you never meet before or there will be a new situation that will enter your life and it brings you some new. You could be trying to do some exercise/ sports or if not be sociable

and well dressed person.

3. I think you will become protective about yourself and people you love in the future, this could be mean that you will become family oriented person and your relationship with anyone is stable and comfortable.

4. Your financial security will be found in different place or you will relocate in different place and will stay there longer or permanently. You will desire to live in foreign places or near at the sea.

5. You will love to travel in the future or you will work in foreign places or in cruise ships/navy/marine. This could also be mean that you may fall in love to someone who is foreign or meet someone in any social media platform.

6. You will make yourself proud and as well educated or if not, you will learn to master how to communicate smoothly with people especially if it is required to your career. If you are a man, you will meet a lovely lady who is pretty and with beautiful pair of hands or a beautiful woman is young, somewhat well known and sociable.

7. You might be invited to lots of events, party, occasion etc. This could also speaks about that you will be sociable(outgoing) and popular in the future. You will be the center of attention in the future but I think this would be in a good way. This could also talks about that your success will be known by the public.

8. You will become passionate and generous to people. You could also be feeling happy about your relationship with someone who's happen to be your great love. 9. You could be an owner of flower shop or there will be someone who you meet in Valentines day and will play a role into your life.

10. You will be a good friend to someone or you could meet someone who you will be treating as a great friend. You could be also owning some dogs in the future.

THREE

cards: ship, rider, crossroads, ring, bear, clouds, birds, child, bouquet, tree

1. Travelling will be the big part of your life in future; maybe your job is related to travelling or you could have friends that are foreign or possibly a foreign partner (spouse)

2. Being busy and keeping up active in everyday life. You could also be joining in some type of social activities especially sports.

3. You could be married two times or if not may involve in a third party. This could also mean that you will be giving two important decisions in life that will be hard to choose for you.

4. You might be planning to have a jewelry shop or you will be meeting someone in weddings or engagement party and this person will play an important role in your life. You will be marrying someone who is bossy.

6. Someone may deceit/betray or lie in you and this person you will trust them the most but will done something that will break your trust. For others, you will try to do smoking and drinking.

7. You will have two kids and possibly a twin children. This also mean that a lover (couple) will play a role in your future.

8. You could be also working with the children or if not (if female) you would want to stay at home and take care of your kids. You will also be having beautiful child.

9. You will be feeling happy and becomes friendly in the

future or you will be more attractive in the future.

10. You will balance your health, do some exercise and more connected to spirituality.

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[vetteltea]

hi jay !! once again congratulations on hitting 500 !! can i request a strawberry tea with charles and the prompt — ‘that little panicked reach for them (ready to catch them at all costs) if they trip ever so slightly’ thank you sm lovely <3

☕︎ strawberry tea

CL16 and ‘that little panicked reach for them (ready to catch them at all costs) if they trip ever so slightly’

For some relationships, there’s certain milestones which signify a jump in the process. For Charles Leclerc, it’s an invitation onto his infamous boat.

He’s so excited when he finally has the opportunity to go for a boat ride whilst the both of you are in Monaco. The first time had been canceled due to a torrential rain storm, whilst the second was interrupted when Joris had rushed around to Charles’ apartment with some news you could barely remember now. 

The third time, he was insistent that nothing was going to interrupt the two of you. Charles had purposely woken you up with gentle kisses, coaxing you from the warmth of his soft bed sheets, a gentle reminder that the two of you were due to go boating that day. You had only given him a soft laugh, slipping from the bed and into the bathroom.

“Well.” You’d teased, body naked as you began your skincare routine. “I better make sure I'm prepared, then.” 

He had never rushed into a bathroom so quickly.

Charles was always proud to have you on his arm, maybe somewhat more so as the two of you had laced your fingers together, stepping down the wooden panels of the dock, heading towards where his boat nestled proudly against the lapping waves of the ocean. The driver truly could not have written a better day; the bright sun washing over them as they ventured towards a day out at sea. 

Reluctantly, he had unlaced his fingers from yours, pulling the ramp from the dock to rest onto the lip of the boat. Of course, he was used to the angle, the pivot was sometimes tricky to master. The worry had settled into his stomach, seeing you try to navigate the ramp onto the yacht.

It was going well, until a slight misstep from yourself threw your balance completely out of standard. Immediately, his hands had reached out from where they rested at his side, eyes widening as two palms latched around your waist, helping to secure your waist and not releasing until you had conquered the walk, two secure feet rested on the floor of the boat. 

One hand moved from your waist, softly brushing over your cheekbone, a deep gaze meeting your own. The silence between the two of you is interrupted by your small laugh, how Charles had immediately thrown himself into a panicked state when you’d been in the smallest amount of danger.

“Are you okay?” He’d spoken in such a rush, face still laced with concern. When the laugh leaves your own lips, he’s smiling too, relieved that you’re at least grinning about the situation. 

“I’m fine.” You’d promised, leaning upwards and pressing a soft kiss against his nose. “Thank you, my hero.”

part of the vetteltea 500 celebration!

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

i am relatively new to this fandom and your brainrots just make my day.^-^ thank you so much for writing these. :)

anyway my request is this : this is like years into the relationship , so like how do the m6 keep things like spicy and romantic .(cuz things are bound to get a little predictable and bland when you are years in the relationship) or do they even try to stay romantic and try new exciting things like maybe they like the comfort, predictableness and security in knowing their partner like back of their hand .

i would be very grateful if u could write smthg with this prompt . i just love your writing . thanks <3 <3

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Keeping things fresh

~ written relationally because this is a PG-13 blog lol ~

Julian: he enjoys the mundane moments because they're exactly the thing he grew up craving and missing in life. that said, he's always down to go to the same place together and "meet for the first time", introducing himself to you as the local doctor and asking you out

Asra: if there's one thing to describe how they function, it's "predictably unpredictable." the only thing set in stone is how totally in love with you he is - stuff gets shaken up every couple months. this includes (but is not limited to) trips together, spontaneous dates, etc

Nadia: one of the people more likely to accidentally end up in a rut, if only because she gets caught up in work and she's content with simply having you by her side. always quick to remedy it if you point it out, taking up to a week off for another yacht honeymoon

Muriel: he likes predictability. he doesn't get bored from the same day-to-day life, if only because each day is another opportunity to discover another new thing about you. and then explore it. you have a new interest? he's picking up an adjacent hobby to enjoy side-by-side

Portia: if anything, the struggle in your relationship is holding onto routine when she spends half her life on a boat as Vesuvia's emissary. sneaking off and exploring a foreign capital happens every couple months, the precious moments are lazy mornings in the cottage

Lucio: as long as you two are journeymen, your relationship with each other is going to be the most stable part of your life. even if you two had a "normal" life, his restlessness and inventiveness would always have you on your toes. hey, do you want to try being nocturnal?

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