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guys i’m losing it i’ve lost it. i now have a thing for alex albon

ranking every 2025 f1 circuit with alex albon

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guys if you only knew how many times i’ve already restarted what i’m writing. nothing is making sense

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@/isackhadjar if you’d like to make a post about your summer vacation like right now i would appreciate it. need it for my fic. 😜

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if i were to write more isack x bortoleto!reader would you guys actually want to include sibling dynamic, like actual scenes with gabriel or not?

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hi!! idk if you’ve ever written isack x brazilian!reader smut before, but would you be down to do it?

i’ve done this isack x bortoleto!reader but to be fair the smut in it is kinda shit and kinda boring (the rest is good though). But i was already thinking of doing more for them so i could start working on a little smut for that.

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more stepdad!franco?? the stuff you write is just so cute!

stepdad!franco thoughts: daycare pick up

You were starting to freak out. The meeting happening in front of you seemed to be going on for hours, and it didn’t even look like it was close to ending. You knew getting up and leaving was your right but you’d definitely get in trouble, plus, the meeting was actually really important.

But Alex… You needed to pick up Alex from daycare. After thinking about it for a while you finally came up with a reasonable solution. So you excused yourself for a call.

Fran 🤍

“Hey. I just finished here. I'm about to leave for your place. I was gonna text you about the key.”

“Love, I’m kind of in a hurry but I need a big favor.” you told him and he just hummed “I’m getting held back in an important meeting and Alex’s dad is out of town for work, is there any change you could pick him up from daycare? If it’s not too much? I swear I’ll feed you a good dinner in exchange”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

“Oh, thank god, Franco, you’re the best. Listen I’m really in a hurry so I gotta go but I’ll text you the details. Love you, bye”

You barely even heard his own ‘bye’ before hanging up and running back into the meeting.

Minutes later Franco got a long text from you:

“You have to pick him up from room 4, I’ve already texted them about you so that should be no problem. He likes taking his time on the walk home but it is possible that he gets tired and you’ll have to carry him the rest of the way back. Back home he likes his bottle as soon as possible, just the small green one, warm milk. He’ll take that in the living room, he likes to nap there. He usually naps till dinner time but by then I’ll be home so that’s it.They usually do a diaper change before pick up time so no need to worry about that.”

“The key is under the pot”

“i got it”

Alex did indeed take his time on the walk, bent down for dry leaves, talked to every dog passing, pointed at every bug; but by the time they were reaching the house he started getting hangry.

“Fan, want milk” the kid mumbled into Franco’s neck as he carried him into the house. “Where’ mummy?”

“Your mum is gonna be a little late, mi amor. But you got me till she’s back. Is that alright?” he asked and Alex nodded. “Come show me where your bottle is then”

Franco walked straight into the kitchen and sat Alex on the counter. The boy pointed at the cupboard where Franco found the exact green bottle and poured the milk, putting it in the microwave just long enough to make it warm. By the time it was done Alex had climbed off the counter with the help of his step and was nowhere to be seen.

He called out for the child, saying his bottle was ready and looking out for him. But when he found the boy behind the living room curtains, squatting and with his face red he knew he was in trouble.

“Your mum did not warn about this” he whispered to himself. “Hey buddy, are you doing a number two? Want to go to the potty?”

“Go away!” he was quick to tell Franco when he tried opening the curtains.

“Sorry! Take your time, I’ll wait in the kitchen” he told the child.

A couple minutes later he walked into the kitchen, shorts shagging with the diaper as he reached out for Franco.

“Milk, Fan”

“Nah, mate. Gotta clean you up first” he said, already picking the child up with his hands under his arms, keeping a safe distance. Alex squirmed, protesting against Franco with all the strength in his tiny body, whining “no’s”. “Buddy, I know you’re hungry, but you stink! Let’s change that diaper then you can have your bottle.”

“I not poopy, Fanco!” he whined louder as they went up the stairs, tears filling his eyes.

“Hey, don’t need to cry, I’ll be quick. Then we can go back, have your milk and take a nap. Promise that when you wake up mummy will be here, okay?” he reassured the child as they reached his room.

Now, Franco did his best to change a squirmy, hangry child that was in desperate need of a nap. He managed the dirty one off, and the clean one on but there was no way he could get the boy to put his shorts back on.

“All done, mi amor! Now you’re clean,” he sniffed the child’s neck as he picked him up and let out an exaggerated hum making him giggle “smell good, now you can have your bottle. Next time you can tell Fran you need the potty, okay?

They both lay on the couch, Alex tucked under Franco’s arm as he handed him the bottle.

The kid looks up at him, lashes wet and face red from crying through the changing. “Hold?”

“Claro, mi amor”

“Is mummy home when Alex wake up?” he asked, teary eyed again. Franco just nodded, holding him closer and tilting the bottle into his mouth.

Just minutes later Alex was snuggled up to his side, half asleep and finishing his bottle. Franco sighed in relief as the boy drifted off and gently pulled the bottle away from him. He finally picked up his phone but there was still no text from you, so he just sent you a selfie of them on the couch.

When you finally got home the house was silent. You dropped your things by the door and peaked into the living room to check on them. They were both sleeping, Alex with his mouth open, drooling on Franco’s arm. You pulled up your phone immediately to take a picture before walking over to them.

“Thanks, baby” you whispered into his hair with a kiss.

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the things that alex albon is doing to me recently…

an ATTENTIVE listener

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Hear me out, Franco and Inexperienced reader that doesn't tell him until AFTER that she hasn't done it before. Or maybe he realises when it's too late or smth on those lines

this has been sitting in my box for months and months but i’m trying to clean it out so here you go!

franco x inexperienced! reader thoughts 0.9k

He thought it was a bit, that you were acting up, how you reacted to every little touch and kiss of his, like a fucking pornstar. Thought you were faking every soft moan that escaped your lips as you made out on your bed.

But they were genuine. His touches made your body react and you couldn’t contain it. All the little moans, the gasps and the whimpers — all real. You were as sensitive as you could be, never touched in such way.

You were going to tell him when he started taking off your clothes, you should’ve told him. But his touches and kisses were just so distracting. Soon he had you on your back, your legs hooked over his shoulders, your skirt only bunched up around your waist.

Franco was surprised when you came, really, he was confident in his mouth skills but it was just too fast, he didn’t even get the time to start working his fingers into you. But he wasn’t complaining. He just worked you through it for a little longer before climbing back up your body, trailing kisses from your stomach to your neck.

Your hands reached for his face to kiss him again. You hadn’t kissed many people but you were sure he was the best one you ever had. His lips were soft and moved so gently but with such certainty; made you melt every time.

“D’you have a condom?” he asked bluntly and your face immediately heated up, stammering nervously. “‘t’s fine, I got it,” he said, getting up from the bed “just gotta grab my jacket”

As soon as you watched Franco leave to grab his jacket from the living room panic settled in. It was too late to tell him now and there was no going back, so you’d have to power through it. He was already shirtless when he came back, silver packet glistening in his hand as he climbed back over you. But he noticed something was off.

“You alright? Do you not wanna do this?”

“No, no. I’m fine. It’s nothing” you assured him.

Franco was still a bit skeptical but he could not piece what was wrong — so he kept going. He pulled off his jeans and lowered his boxers just enough. You watched nervously as he rolled the condom down his cock and braced yourself when he lined himself up.

He kissed you again, trying to bring you down from whatever was clouding your mind. But as soon as he pushed past your folds a pained groan left your throat and he finally picked up on what was wrong.

“Shit” he sighed and pulled away, sitting back on his ankles, “you’ve never done this, have you?” Your bottom lip quivered and you bit down on it to try to stop it and shook your head. “Fuck, I knew there was something wrong. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You were already on the edge and hearing Franco sound disappointed only made it worse — you couldn’t help your eyes filling up with tears as you shook your head, not knowing what to say.

“Concha tu madre” he whispered under his breath, starting to panic himself when the tears threatened to spill down your face. “Hey, hey, no. Fuck, don’t cry”

He tried to calm you down, pulled your skirt back down to cover you, put himself away back into his boxers and brushed the hair off your face. “I’m sorry. I didn't know, okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s fine” you told him, covering your face with your hands “It’s my fault, I should’ve said something”

“Hey, no. I should’ve asked too, it’s not just your fault, okay? Just miscommunication. Are you sure you’re okay? D'you want some water, something to eat, want me to leave?” he offered calmly as he reached for his tshirt and guided over your head.

You shook your head and let him dress you as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” he praised, running his thumb on your cheek to wipe your tear. “Sure you don’t want anything? I’m gonna get you some water, wait a second.”

You wanted to disappear, never had you been in a more embarrassing situation. Yes, you had been on multiple dates with Franco but he wasn’t even your boyfriend and making him go through all of that just made you feel horrible.

“I found this in your fridge, thought it might be appropriate” he came back into the room with a glass of water and a kitkat bar.

“Thanks” you took both from his hands and watched him sit next to you on the bed. You were quiet for a second, unwrapping the chocolate and breaking it in half to give him some. “Franco, you really don’t have to stay”

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked and you stammered again, not a single entire word coming out of your mouth. “I can stay if you want. We can just cuddle, watch something, go for a midnight snack later or just sleep. It’s fine, I want to be here with you”

You nodded, whispering a shy ‘okay’ before letting your head rest on his shoulder. “‘M sorry I got your hopes up”

He sighed your name, and cupped your face with both hands, making you look up at him "Listen to me, I had a great time tonight at dinner and here with you, I don’t mind waiting longer. We can do that any other time. Just want you to know that it’s important that you tell me stuff”

“Okay, I’m sorry” you mumbled and he pressed a kiss to your lips.

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damn!

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anyone else just a little too obsessed with the extremely pale and soft looking his back looks? his thighs too, like? it really really makes me wanna bite and grab.

other f1 drivers: yachts, vacations in luxury places, etc

colapinto: naps in spain

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the difference between the tan on his neck and his back that has never ever seen sun is actually insane to me

the infamous ice bath clip ft. one of the best side profiles in the game

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that suit looks suffocating. boy is sealed in there

isack stole all muscle from the rest of the rookies

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sinful thought about pierre 18+ 2.8k

notes: i had a dream i had to do this. i know no one reads pierre but give it a shot its actually good

warnings: biting, fingering, couple of spanks, edging, squirting, oral (mrec), some worshiping, lots of french (it’s translated), some would call this brat taming. dom!pierre. overuse of “bébé”

He had come out of the shower and your eyes were following the droplets of water dripping down his back. He was going through his drawer, looking for a pair of underwear maybe but all you could pay attention to was how his muscles moved, even with his small movements.

You couldn’t stop staring at his back, at the way it became so narrow when it got to his waist. Or the line down his spine, or the dimples between the muscles. His towel wasn’t helping either, hanging so incredibly low on his hips, looking like it was about to drop — you wished it would.

You moved off the bed before you could stop your body. He huffed out a laugh when your arms wrapped around his waist, your front pressing to his back, face buried between his shoulder blades. He didn’t say anything, neither did you, just stood up on the tips of your toes and bit on his shoulder. Hard.

He flinched and sucked a breath between his teeth, “merde, bébé”

You kissed over the mark left by your teeth, as if to soothe his pain, then moved down. Kissing, sucking, licking and scratching your teeth over the skin. Your hands moved up his front, reaching his chest and letting your fingers spread over the muscles. Possessive, not letting him escape - not that he would try to.

You pressed your body against his, feeling his ass against your middle and his cool back against your front. Your nails pressed into the skin of his chest before your hands dragged down to squeeze his ass. He hissed and quickly grabbed your wrists to stop you before turning around.

“Enough”

You bit your lip in anticipation, trying to hide a smile knowing you got exactly what you wanted from him.

“Wanna mark me up? What, like you’re the one in charge?” he smirked and you nodded, pulling your wrists down from his restraint — he let you.

He gripped your jaw, tilting your face up until you were looking at him. His thumb swiped across your bottom lip, pressing down to make your mouth part. You blinked, still looking up when your hands moved and reached for his ass, squeezing again.

His eyes widened, surprised by your audacity before he quickly swiped you off your feet to press your back against the dresser. His body pressed against yours this time and you could feel his cock getting harder through his towel.

“You’re gonna pay for this, you know that, right?” he teased and you nodded immediately. “Of course you do. That’s exactly what you want.”

He held your chin firmly between his thumb and pointer finger, then kissed you. Hard. Starved. Like he was trying to prove a point — biting your lip, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He groaned when you grabbed his arms, letting your nails dig into the skin just to leave a mark. His hands made their way under your shirt — his, really, branded with his name and number on the back — up to your waist, bunching it up until he broke the kiss, just long enough to pull it over your head.

His hands moved to your bare chest now, grabbing your tits and taking his thumbs to your nipples. “You think you can be a brat” he whispered “but you’re already squirming — and I barely even touched you”

“I’m not squirming” you whined.

“Yes, you are” his right hand dropped down, fingers swiping between your legs, “and not only that, but you’re dripping too”

You whined and bit down on his shoulder to show your frustration. He gasped and grabbed you by the hair on the back of your head, fingers tight on your scalp as he pulled you away. You thought that was it, that you had crossed a line, but no, he just pulled you back into a kiss, slower this time.

“You wanna act up? That’s fine.” he whispered into your cheek “But don’t think for a second that I’m not gonna fuck the attitude out of you”

He spined you around quickly, making you face the dresser, your hands resting on top of it to keep you standing. He pressed himself against you again and this time you couldn’t help but moan when you felt his cock press against your ass, his warm chest against your back, just hard muscle.

“Are you gonna be good now?” he asked, whispering in your ear as his hand caressed your ass.

You didn’t answer, just bit your lip enjoying the way his big hands were on you. His palm quickly met your ass with a slap. It made you jolt forward onto the dresser.

“I asked you a question, bébé” he whispered again, lips brushing your lobe.

“Maybe”

He shook his head, his beard rubbing against your shoulder as he did. “You’re lucky I wanna fuck you so bad, cause I should just leave you squirming here”

His fingers dropped between your legs, swiping them against your lips and moaning at the feeling of your wetness. You squirmed in place and pushed back against his hand but he pulled away, laying another slap on your ass.

“Fuck” you sighed, barely a whisper but he heard it and it made him smirk.

He slipped two fingers into you. Fast, at once. Stretching your walls just to be mean because once he was inside he kept his fingers still.

“Pierre” you groaned, fucking yourself back into his hand. “Baby, please,” you whined, “need you so bad. Please”

“You know I love to hear you beg.” he kissed your shoulder and finally moved his fingers.

They were slow at first, in and out, just to tease. I made you squirm though, try to fuck yourself back on his hand again but this time his other hand was holding your hip in place. One you were whining and squirming for more he started curling them, fingertips catching all the right spots inside you.

Moans started leaving your mouth embarrassingly fast, your thighs tensing as you held on to the edge of the dresser.

“You want to cum, bébé?” he whispered in your ear right when his fingers curled inside you. You could only nod. “Then do me a favor and get on your knees.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, but you still whined when he pulled his fingers out. Pierre took a step back to give you room and watched you fall down to your knees. He looked even hotter from that angle, his vline so deep, his muscles adorned by the hair on his chest and the damn crucifix he never took off catching the light and glistening.

You reached for his towel, untucked it and let it fall to the floor. Pierre’s cock sprung up, thick and leaking right in front of your face, your mouth salivated at the sight. Your hand reached out to wrap around his base, your lips placing a small kiss on his tip, tasting the salty precum on them.

Pierre reached down and cupped the back of your head, fingers right by the nape of your neck — he wanted your mouth on his cock and he wanted it soon. You complied, happily parting your lips and taking his head past them. He groaned at the feeling, you could hear his accent in the noise and you could swear that it sent a gush of wetness to your pussy.

He looked down at you, catching your eyes wide open and staring back at him. All it took was a small nod from you and he was fucking into your mouth. His hips snapped forward as he held your chin and the back of your head. Spit dribbled down your chin and the noises you were making were not pretty — but Pierre was loving every single second of it.

Your teary eyes never looked away from his, the blue fixated on you. As much as you deserved just getting fucked in the mouth for being a brat, Pierre could not stop thinking about your cunt, tighter and warmer than your mouth, always took him so perfectly. So, reluctantly, he pulled you away from his cock and watched how fucked out you looked.

“Ah, putain,” he sighed, out of breath “t’es tellement parfaite, bébé, t’es tellement bonne.” Ah, fuck, you’re so perfect, baby, you’re so hot.

His thumb swiped your bottom lip, wiping the drool away before his other hand reached for yours to help you up. He pressed a kiss to your lips, open, inviting, and his arms roamed your sides until he was speeding your legs apart and guiding them to wrap around his waist. You never stopped kissing as Pierre turned you to the bed, walking as if you weighed nothing to him.

You were moaning into his mouth as his cock pressed against your cunt. He laid you down on the bed, caging you under his body, you ran your hands up and down his arms, feeling every muscle under the skin. You moved to kiss them when he pulled away, almost worshiping his body in some way. Your lips skimmed over them, feeling the warmth, and the hair on his skin under them.

“Love you, love you, love you” you told him between kisses, by the time your lips had met his chest. He lifted one of his hands and wrapped around your neck gently, making you look up. “I love you”

“Moi aussi, je t’aime, ma vie.” I love you too, my life. He whispered back, brushing his lips against yours. “Mais là, je vais te foutre en l’air” he smirked.

You could usually understand what he said, but it always took you a couple seconds to make up the sentence. So by the time you figured that meant “I’m going to fuck you up now”, he was already pressing his tip in.

You gasped loudly when he filled you up completely, all at once, hands clawing his arms and legs tightening around his waist. He paused for a moment, he wanted to punish, not hurt you. His hands ran up and down your thighs, warm and calming. Your grip around him was hard, and even as he pulled away he could feel your cunt trying to pull him back in.

“Ready?” he asked but didn’t wait for your answer.

His hips pulled away just to push back in, all at once. You whined, pulling him closer, trying to keep him in place, deep inside you. But as Pierre said, he was gonna fuck the attitude out of you. He started moving faster, hips snapping against yours roughly. His fingers started working on your clit immediately — something he never did, he liked to drag out your pleasure and only make you cum with him, so you were surprised.

Choked out moans were leaving your mouth within seconds, the early stimulation quickly becoming overwhelming.

“Baby” you called, weakly and between moans “Pierre, baby” your hand reached for his wrist, trying to move it away. “Pierre, too much”

“Wanna use your word?” he asked and you whined, shaking your head “Then just take it, bébé. I’ll make you feel good”

It did feel good, too good, you just weren’t sure if you could take more. Your orgasm started coming up, your legs tensing, toes curling and the knot on your stomach tightening. But when you clenched around his cock he pulled away immediately. You whined loudly, bringing your knees together but he pulled them open again, bending over your body.

“Don’t cum yet, yeah? Gonna edge you a little more. You can always use your words. Okay?”

You frowned, but nodded anyway. Pierre smirked at your willingness as he stood back up, his cock still pressing to your thigh. He looked down to admire your cunt for a second, wet, desperate and throbbing for more, then you felt a smack on it. The sound was obscene, loud and wet, accompanied by your surprised gasp.

Pierre positioned himself back, taking his cock into his hand and brushing against your lips, teasingly going over your clit and your hole. When he finally pressed in it was like he was holding back, because he was. He was only halfway in, his tip catching your gspot precisely, and that was exactly what he wanted. He reached out for a pillow to shove under your hips and angle them up.

You figured out his plan by the time he started thrusting — slow, deliberate and shallow, so very precise. It didn’t matter to him how long it would take, he was gonna make you desperate. So he worked your gspot over and over, taking his fingers to your clit just a couple minutes later.

It was all driving you insane. Soon you were squirming on the bed, biting your lip so hard that you could taste blood. Your moans were pathetic and your cunt would not stop fluttering around him. You could feel the pressure and the fullness right at the bottom of your stomach.

“Pierre,” you whined, reaching to hold his arms, “please, baby, that’s enough”

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he teased, already ceasing his hip movements. “Not yet, baby, not yet” he whispered and pulled out, folding himself over your body again to press a kiss to your lips. “There you go, breathe.” he coaxed as your orgasm faded away “Parfaite, bébé. T’es faite pour moi” Perfect, baby. You’re made for me. “This is the one, okay? You can come as many times as you want now”

You nodded against his face, feeling his beard scratch your cheek right before he pulled away. You watched him take place again, aligning himself to your cunt and pushing only halfway in again. You whined, trying to push him in with your legs but he was much stronger. His hips only started moving once you stopped trying to force him in, his slow and deliberate thrusts restarted and you felt the fullness again.

When Pierre took his fingers to your clit you couldn’t take anymore — everything that he had been building up snapped. Your legs finally pulled him further into you as you released around him, squirt dribbling down between your bodies. Moans left both of your mouths, Pierre’s head fell back at the feeling of you squeezing and releasing around him.

Then, when he finally looked back down at you, the view was perfect — your hair was all over around you, your arms thrown above your head, fingers releasing the duvet that you had been holding on to, and your drenched middle. There was a small pool under your body, some of the liquid already dripping to the floor and your legs were now too weak to hold him down.

“Perfect, bébé. Fucking perfect. Gonna finish off now, no need to hold back, just relax and let it go, okay?”

His voice was so sweet as he spoke, hand brushing up and down your stomach you could barely believe it was the same person that was torturing you just minutes ago. Nonetheless, you nodded, just to let him know you were okay.

His hips started moving again, quickly building up a steady pace. You were only hoping for him to come, you were tired, used up and gone — ready to be picked up and cleaned by him, ready to cuddle up to his chest and give him a half assed apology. But he was inevitably hitting your gspot and soon you felt the feeling of fullness building up again.

Moans came out involuntarily, you were babbling his name and whatever came to your mind but you could barely think. Pierre shushed you, hovering over you again and kissing you.

“Pierre, baby,” you mumbled against his lips, “again, again” was all you were able to get out.

“Let go, ma vie. ‘M right here, just come with me, bébé” he coaxed.

In no time you were squirting on him again as he finally released inside of you. Your moan was basically a scream as he kept slowly grinding into you. Pierre practically melted between the way you were clenching around him and your moans. But they soon turned into uncomfortable whines.

“Too much, baby?” he asked, standing back up. You nodded, just wanting him to pull away. “‘M sorry, ‘m done. Just have to clean up now.”

When he pulled out his cum started dripping immediately and, god, would he love to watch it, but you were so overwhelmed, done, squirming and whining at the sensation. So he quickly grabbed the towel he was using and swiped it between your folds as delicately as he could.

“There you go, bébé.” he cooed, sliding the pillow from under your hips. “Want me to run you a bath?”

“Just wanna be clean”

“I’ll help you in the shower, then. We’ll be quick” he offered.

Soon you were on the bed just like you had imagined, clean, on fresh sheets (he made quick work of pulling the wet duvet off the bed), curled up to his chest, feeling small and satisfied as you whispered “‘M sorry I bit you” right before biting his finger.

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one of said five shirts he owns

🚨 we have a new green cargo situation

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ok hear me out: a smau appeared on my tml and i was like "hmm how would franco react if it was him instead *the character*?"

so im here, asking the blog who knows Franco the most (🫵you are an expert on franco talk girl!), to give me some thoughts:

how would franco react after reader saying she'd date some(almost all) of her male friends but not him

kinda silly ask but it's been on my mind since earlier today so i had to take it off of my chest😔

Im trying to clean out my asks and this old one is always staring at me and im always just staring back cause i really don’t understand.

Im so sorry anon but if you’d like to come forward about your old ass ask and try to explain the context again, i’d love to try giving you what you wanted.

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sometimes i think back to this picture and wonder how he still only wears three pairs of pants

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isack masterlist

IMAGINES

brake

it’s so romantic in paris

THOUGHTS AND BLURBS (smut)

housemate”perv”!isack

virgin!isack

lingerie

bsf!isack

monaco thoughts

hands

different type of cardio

FLUFF

dad!isack

curly!reader

hungary thoughts