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Feyd Fantasy Part 2

Baroness & Breeder

Label mature 18+

Summary

Feyd is becoming distracted he can't keep his hands off of you. Every chance he gets he sneaks you away to to satisfy his urges, he is addicted to your sex.

With his Baroness giving him physical pleasure as well as mental counsel the vitality begins to return to his deadened eyes.

Every one in the fortress notices his altered mood and behavior. The only one glaring at the change is his uncle. He raised Feyd with enough brutality and greed to become a ruthless tyrant. Now day by day he hears news from his servants of Feyds brutality slipping away.

With the gladiatorial fights fast approaching it is imperative Feyd is his most ruthless to slaughter the warrior slaves and prove the Harkonnen Valor.

The Baron follows cues from one of Feyds servants to locate him when he can not be summoned.

When the Baron finds you together he secretly spies.

Watching a loving Feyd satisfy you on the table in the grand meeting hall instead of attending his fight training enrages the Baron.

He sees his control over Feyd slowly slipping away under your care. With his patience severed he regains control over him by force. He gives Feyd an ultimatum which leaves him no choice but to resubmit himsel to the Barons sadistic will.

Starts off passionate Ends with sexual angst

🚨 Slightly depraved smut 🚨

oral on sleeping female • fingering •clit play•panty tearing • sex on a table • sex in bondage•spanking•sex with a foreign object• orgasm controlled by device• male pleasuring self• male ejaculating on self • male dominance •ownership markings•orgasms •squirting•cream pies.

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⚔️ Feyd Fantasy Series ⚔️

Part 1•Part 2• Part 3•Part 4•Part 5• Part 6• Part 7

⌛️ Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⏳ 💝Softie approved (non violent)

I received so many requests that excited me it prolonged the writing 😭 🫶🏻

Feyd Fantasy III will continue the other requests TBA this week 💞 I love to entertain you so much 🥰

Inspo: ⚔️ Multiple anonymous requests combined:

-Feyds weakness for reader -He keeps her with collar hickies -Soft breast play -More sci-fi sex toy -Feyd Dom vs her spoiled/opinionated Bene Gesserit. -Feyd in angst -Feyd masturbating -Squirting in Feyds mouth -Sex while tied up *They are all hot ty for reqs 🤤🙏🏻

Baroness & Breeder

Feyd initially assumed after the wedding ceremony he would only spend the first night with you. After torturing you and defiling you to his gratification he would discard you and return to his pleasure slaves. He had only one objective to complete after all, securing his heir as the future Baron of Giedi Prime.

His preconceived notions perished the night he consummated the marriage. Your kindness and beauty beguiled him. Your ability to make him feel loved and nurtured satisfied what he deeply craved the most.

Feyd formed a physical attachment to you that slowly began to develop into something more. You were terrified of his brutality on your wedding night but slowly began understand his afflictions. Feyd has gone through decades of trauma to render him so psychologically damaged. You begin to nurture him and care for him like he has never known. It radically changes his mentality.

Being a young Bene Gesserit in training arranged to marry the psychotic Feyd Rautha, tested your resolve. But you proved your worth by securing his heir and the future kwisatz Haderach for the Order

Day by day your powers finally begin to awaken. You use them to mend Feyd further. You test your limits at times, changing his temperament with a calming touch or sending him feelings of passion and love in a single kiss

Each time he has sex with you the energy exchange that keeps him in a constant state of obsession and lust with you is entirely out of your control. He dominates you sexually.

As the gray morning light of Giedi Prime fills his bed chamber Feyd awakens from a vivid dream. You are on your knees in the throne room sucking his cock. He groans smiling as he stretches and opens his eyes. He never remembers having dreams before he met you now they are unceasing.

He turns on his side already hard as he watches you sleep. You are resting peacefully even after the rounds he put you through last night.

He desires your sex constantly. Any where at anytime, he does not tire of it. Not merely to satisfy his urges, but to feel the intimacy and passion on the deepest level with you. He can not find sex like this anywhere on demand which is why he is infatuated with you.

He reaches his hand and caresses his thumb down your jaw. He watches you softly breathe, your eyelids shift as you dream. His eyes wander lower, you are completely naked with the sheet resting on your hip.

He pulls it down to expose you. His breathing increases. He becomes aroused just from the sight of your genitalia. He knows you are becoming his weakness.

The infatuation began the moment he fully sheathed himself inside of you on the wedding night. He experienced a pleasure he had never known when he felt your tight walls milk his cock. As if bewitched he has been unable to stop the sexual thoughts forming in his mind and in his dreams about you.

He gently pushes your shoulder guiding you to lay flat on your back. He settles himself between your parted legs. Seeing you aren’t aroused he spits on his fingers and slicks his saliva into your folds. He is needy for you.

He is supposed to be getting ready for fight training, but he can’t concentrate on anything until he has you. He lowers his face between your thighs methodically licking your folds from your entrance to your clit .

You moan in your sleep, and he grabs the flesh of your inner thighs squeezing them before spreading your legs wider apart. He pushes his tongue into you tantalizing your core trying to awaken you.

Only a whimper escapes your lips as you dream. He gives you more, delicately guiding his two fingers inside of you. He pushes them in and pulls them back out in a soft rhythm. You become wetter as he increases his speed. The squishing sounds as he fingers you hardens his cock solid.

You finally awaken from a dream of him having sex with you. He had your wrists and ankles bound and tied to the bed posts.

When you look down and see he’s already pleasuring your folds you moan from the feeling. You look up to his mirror on the ceiling. He has one arm across your pelvis holding you down as his elbow of the other moves back and forth fucking his fingers into you.

He has already worked you up to an orgasm. You grab the back of his neck and pull his face directly into your pussy. He enjoys your dominance groaning as his lips mash into your clit. You begin moaning from the feeling “Feyd I’m so close” you cry out.

He makes his tongue work faster against your clit. You feel the familiar tightness in your core as you moan for him. “Feyd make me cum” you beg. He sucks your clit into his mouth and pumps his fingers furiously inside of you as you orgasm.

He removes his fingers and latches his lips on your entrance. His tongue coaxes your arousal and you squirt into his mouth as you cum. You moan looking down at him the feeling is so pleasurable. He gazes back into your eyes. You watch how they change as he drinks all the liquid released from your orgasm.

The look in his eyes is devious. He rises up from between your legs and hooks his hand around your hip. With his strength he easily flips you in one swift motion onto your belly.

He spreads your legs wide and lines himself up in between. He repeatedly slaps his heavy cock on your cheeks making himself harder preparing to enter you. “Feyd please be gentle” you plead with him. He smirks to himself pressing his cock to your entrance. He is able to be gentle until he orgasms and then he will thrust into you relentlessly until he cums.

Fight Training

The Baron speaks with his advisors in the morning about the upcoming gladiatorial fights around the massive table in the meeting hall. When the assembly concludes he uses his anti gravity device to go with the men of court to watch Feyd in combat training.

He is proud of the accomplishments of his nephew Feyd, he is the Barons favorite over his older brother Glossu Rabban Harkonnen.

After making several public embarrassments to the family name the Baron had Feyds brother Rabban shipped to Arrakis. He gives him one last chance to prove his worth controlling their families most lucrative venture, harvesting spice.

Though ominous and foreboding the Baron is an obesely over weight man. He can no longer walk without the assistance of integrated technology to reduce the burden of his weight. He has an antigravity device implanted into his spine thick tubes connected on two small orbs. The orbs float behind him carrying the chemicals which enable him to defy gravity.

They arrive to the second story of the courtyard in Feyds quarters. When looking down into the training pit the first floor it is deserted. A low murmur begins between his advisors as to the where about of Feyd. Always eager to show off his combat knife skills Feyds absence is jarring.

The Baron immediately goes to Feyds chambers and finds them empty as well. Feyds male Page appears at the entrance hearing the commotion. “Well where is he?” The Baron snaps “You are to be at his side at all times have you forgotten your purpose” The Baron is fuming at the Pages insolence.

The Page trembles knowing the truth and averts his eyes from the Barons Gaze “Spit it out or I cut it out” the Baron says coldly. He hovers into the young man’s personal space. The Page knows both Harkonnen men will readily slit his throat.

He divulges enough to not be dispatched by either “He and his lady are in the great halls of the fortress. I’m not sure where but he wanted to show her the grandeur of Geidi Prime” the Baron squints in anger how idiotic at a time like this with so much at stake to impress his new bride. His scowl deepens because Feyd above all neglected his training. For that he will be severly punished.

The Great Meeting Hall

After touring your fifth great hall with Feyd it is readily apparent his family has amassed a great fortune with power and control over the populous of Geidi Prime.

He pushes open the large black inscribed doors of the meeting hall. There are thrones at opposite ends raised on platforms with stairs. The high floor to ceiling windows display the industrial cityscape. A grand table that can seat fifty people occupies the majority of the floor space. Everything is void of color, only stone marble, black and granite can be seen in the gigantic space.

You walk over to the throne on your left “is this one yours?” Your voice echos in the large hall. Feyd nods, his hands are clasped behind his back. He follows you around the room as you study the furniture and the giant painting of his uncle and then of himself there is a portait of a third Harkonnen male next to Feyd but he interrupts your thoughts before you can ask the identity.

“This is where the most important decisions are made on Geidi Prime, as well as another secret room with the cones of silence” he adds.

“What are cones of silence? “ you ask. The words are somewhat familiar to you.

“They are able to mute all sounds around them, only the two inside can hear each other.”

He answers as he imagines himself fucking you inside of one until he makes you scream in pleasure as loud as he possibly can. He stops walking and stands behind you.

You've paused to study something that caught your eye. His eyes wander your form up to the beauty of your side profile. He can’t help himself as his hand trails down your shoulder. “Do these things in impress you?” He asks. You finally look over your shoulder at him.

You had been mesmerized studying an ancient Harnokken sword on display. It is carved with hieroglyphs that date back centuries. It represents how his entire culture revolves around war and greed . “Yes ” you say addressing his question to be kind. You turn back to looking at the sword again. Deep inside you are longing for your home world.

You remember the beautiful gardens, waterfalls, flowers, and colors of life. You especially miss the large atrium where you would read for hours basking in the afternoon sunlight. The warm sun would kiss your skin as it filtered through the glass dome.

You would lay on a spacious out door ottoman with your fellow Bene Gesserit sisters. Honing your Bene Gesserit skills in the palatial gardens seemed like a dream now.

Feyd sees you lost deep in thought and softly grabs your chin “What would impress you more” he asks with intent. He knows you aren’t fond of the ways on Geidi Prime. You don’t have an answer so you remain quiet.

He knows one thing he has that impresses you on end. He gently pulls you into a kiss. His bottom lip rubs softly with yours as his warm tongue fills your mouth.

He ignites your passions and you place your hands on his jaw. You lean your head with his as you kiss him in return. You want to focus on the carnal and forget your distant memories. He presses himself against you and the heat of his body claims you.

He turns walking you back as he kisses your lips until you are met against the grand meeting hall table. He sits on the edge and moves to the center. He rises up on his knees beckoning you to come.

You sit on the edge and crawl to him. Now both in the center his lips find yours again hungrier than before. You feel his teeth bite into your lower lip and tug. It arouses you as he releases your lip and does it again. Then he envelops his mouth completely onto yours. You feel the hardness of his cock as he presses it into your thigh.

He wants to defile you on this table. He smirks at the high disrespect to the Harkonnen dynasty he is about to commit. Soon this will all belong to him so what does it matter. He pushes you back to lie flat against the stone slab. You gaze up above him to the metallic barbs of the chandelier until his face obscures your view.

His hands start at your knees grabbing the hem of your gown and sliding it to your hips.

His hands clutch one side of your panties tearing them apart making you gasp. He tears the other side and rips them clean from your body.

You watch as he sits back on his heels between your parted legs. He unhooks the clasp of his pants and pulls his thick veiny cock out. The contrast of the black fabric against his large hardened pale cock is striking.

He slaps his pink tip on your clit to edge you.

You wince at each tap of his cock as it makes your bundle of nerves jump. He slides his hand down your thigh to meet your hip and holds you steady. He lines himself up and thrusts into you so roughly you have no time to adjust to the feeling.

Your vision goes hazy as your back arcs from the table. His penetration shocked you senseless. His large cock expands parts of you that you never knew existed. He watches how your face changes from pain to pleasure and back again as you try and relax around the girth of his size.

He wants to spur you on and leans down pressing his chest to yours. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck titling your head so he can speak softly into your ear.

”You are so beautiful to me” he says as his eyes study your side profile. He traces his thumb on your lower lip as you pant for him. “So desperate for my cock, the way you’d let me fuck you on this table you’d let me do anything to you” a moan escapes your lips as he shushes you “Just lay still and look pretty while I fuck you until you stretch open for me” you moan louder at his words.

He begins to roughly thrust inside of you like he wants to posses you. His cock hits your core at a dangerous pace. Your breasts bounce with every push of his hips. He is already becoming lost in pleasure loving the feeling of your tight cunt stretching around his throbbing cock.

You arc your back down flat to steady yourself against his pace. “You…feel too good on my cock” he rasps out as he finally hits the thrust that stretches you to around his size. He stares down into your eyes completely transfixed by the physical connection between your bodies.

Unbeknownst to you both the Baron has finally narrowed his search. After spying into several halls down the corridor his servants waves him over finally finding the one you are in. The Baron peeks through the discreet opening made by one of the nimble servant. There on the middle of the table in the grand meeting hall he sees Feyd fucking you ruthlessly.

Your are constantly being pounded into the stone slab table by his strength. His hips begins slapping harder against you as he thrust between your legs. You hold out until the familiar tightening in your abdomen begins. Your moans start to fill the air.

As your walls clench around him it makes his cock feel incredible inside of you. Your eyes stare up at him, pleading and begging for release.

He sees the neediness in your eyes and brings his hand between your bodies touching your clit. His finger tips are wet by your arousal as he slicks them expertly in firm circles around your bundle of nerves.

It sends shocks though your core that radiate your entire body “YES please Feyd just like that“. You are unable to string together another sentence as you orgasm with him strumming your clit as hard as he can with his cock slamming into your soaked pussy.

His mouth opens feeling your walls milking his cock from your orgasm. He pins your wrists next to your head and plows into you even harder. His pace falters as he orgasms. He gasps as he paints rope after rope of hot cum into your cervix.

He rests down on his elbows laying his full weight on you panting. He kisses your lips passionately with his final slow thrusts. His breath shudders into your mouth as he feels his cock empty inside of you.

He plants soft kisses around your face as he comes down. Each one more tender and loving than the last. His heart feels revived when he’s with you. He cradles your head in his hands staring into your eyes. You smile at him and he smiles back, it isn’t like his sinister ones before, this one is radiant you see the kindness in his eyes.

His uncle spying on the entire moment becomes enraged : not at the fact Feyd missed training, not at the fact he satisfied his carnal urges on the sacred meeting hall table, but at the fact Feyd put a woman’s pleasure before his own. The Baron turns away in disgust his patience is severed.

He raised Feyd with enough brutality and greed to become a ruthless tyrant. Now he sees every aspect of the brutally he instilled in Feyd quickly being stripped away by a female. He never thought this was possible.

He will take out two problems with one swift action: Punishing Feyd by having you removed from his presence entirely.

Family Secrets

You and Feyd take time to have a meal together in the dining hall. He enjoys his meat rare and bloody. You usually avoid looking at his plate due to nausea, but tonight you are having an unusual craving to bite into the blood soaked meat.

He sees you staring at his plate hungrily after you’ve finished your soup. He smiles and cuts you a piece bringing it to your lips. The scent of iron is overwhelming, you readily collect the piece of meat in your mouth.

You chew ravenously before stopping yourself and chewing regularly again. It’s like the color returns to your vision as your body absorbs it. Feyd knows why you are craving it and cuts more pieces for you to eat but remains silent on the topic.

Instead he pries into what things you miss that would entertain you in the fortress. When you mention your love of books he says he will have his Page take you to the fortress library the next day. Feyd knows he will be preoccupied back on schedule with his uncles plans. He will be unable to spend as much time with you.

By the time you and Feyd return to his chambers it is late evening. His Page rushes him and pulls him aside to make him aware of his uncles fury.

“The Baron showed up unexpectedly to observe your fight training today. When he realized you were not here he went into a rage. I believe because it is your birthday as well as the killing of your 100th gladiator which makes him more invested than usual.”

Feyd understands the importance of the events to his Uncle and knows he will be under a more watchful eye.

Feyd joins you in his chamber. You are already on his balcony at the railing staring up at the moon. It is white with gray swirls of clouds all over it, asteroids scatter across the expanse the sky in front of it .

Feyd approaches you and places his hand on your hip joining you together. You look over at him and smile. His pale skin always glows in the moonlight. “I think my uncle is angry with me” he admits. “Why would he be angry?” you ask.

He and his uncle have a complicated family dynamic. Feyd looks up at the moon. “I’m his successor, I must do everything he asks to inherit Giedi Prime and I am beginning to follow my own interests. Lately I have been… preoccupied” he says as he looks over at you smiling.

“Why are you here with him, where are your parents Feyd?” his face turns to panic he quickly looks away to hide it but you clearly saw his reaction. He walks back inside ending the conversation leaving you on the balcony.

You follow him in stunned by his reaction to a simple question. He is already undressing clearly avoiding the topic for sex. He approaches you fully naked his cock semi erect. He pulls your gown off crumpling it to the floor and making you step out of your panties. Before you can ask more questions he’s already kissing you. He’s so quick it’s catching you off guard.

He lowers his face to your neck and licks a column up your throat. He begins to bite his black teeth into your flesh sealing his lips and sucking new bruises to mark you.

The previous collar of bruises only faded yesterday. You whine to him “Feyd please I just had a beautiful gown made to wear to your gladiator event. All of my Bene Gesserit sisters are going to attend. If you mark me it will show” He releases his lips from you and grabs the front of your throat.

He stares intensely into your eyes and you see his psychotic gaze return “Whose throat is this?” He asks. A chill runs up your spine suddenly feeling his dominance “Yours” you muster up. “Who do you belong to?” You feel a bit of defiance rising as a Baroness until he grabs a handful of your pussy.

“You! its yours” you yelp. You want him to return to gentle. “Does my pet need to be trained back into obedience?” He asks rhetorically. “No I’m being good!” You whine.

He looks you over his temper rising thinking of how many little rules you’ve been breaking. “You are becoming a spoiled pet again listen to to how you whine” He collects your arousal on his fingertips and brings them up to you mouth. He makes you suck one of his fingers in to you mouth at a time. You thoroughly suck them from his knuckles to his finger tips. “Good girl” he says voice faltering from arousal. “ If you wine again I will punish you.”

He takes your hand and brings it to his solid cock. You gasp he is so hard. He wraps his hand around yours making you pump his shaft as he goes back to sucking bruises on your throat.

You don’t say another word to deny him his pleasure.

He continues to have you pump his shaft as he completes your collar marking you as his.

He removes your hand from his cock and pulls you to the bed. When your thighs meet the edge he bends you over face down on the mattress. You turn your head to the left.

You watch as he grabs a length of rope from his sex toy table. He stands directly behind you and waits. Knowing what a spoiled pet you are you will complain before he even does anything. “But Feyd I was good” you wine.

You fell right into his trap “Tsk tsk you whine yet again a light punishment will take that right out of your voice.” He loves to tie you up because unlike most when tied you continue to squirm and struggle which excites him.

He places your arms across your lower back in an “X” binding them together . When he’s finished he gives your right bottom cheek a nice slap “Climb on the bed”he commands. You stand and he pushes you back down “On your belly” he snaps.

You lift your legs but without your arms you struggle. You try using your navel to slide but it catches against the sheet. Feyd slaps your cheeks again you cry out “I said climb!” He enjoys watching you spread your self open as you struggle, he becomes aroused “ If you can’t climb up I’m going to fuck you ruthlessly” he says. He strokes his cock watching you from behind.

You really try to push your body up on the bed. Finally you hook your knee and slide on your chest forward and pull your other leg up. You roll onto your back with your hands tied and let out a light laugh because you made it.

Feyd loves nothing more than fucking you as hard as he can. He didn’t think you could make it now he has to be gentle.

You giggle looking into his eyes seeing the defeat. He climbs on top of you and rests back on his heels. Feyd picks you up around your torso and lines you up over his lap.

He slowly pulls you down onto his cock and you moan for him. With your hands tied behind your back you feel helpless as he guides his length inside of you.

Using your tied arms as leverage he forces you to settle on the base of his shaft. You cry out as he stretches your clit around his girth. You rock and clench on him tying to adjust to his size. He is so deep it feels like he is piecing your cervix. He slowly begins taking you up and down his length.

You moan out his name as his large cock squeezes through your tight walls. He works you at a gentle pace until his cock swells stretching you wide, you feel his shaft start throbbing. He wants to cum. He slips his cock all of the way out as you gasp. He places you face down on the bed your pussy is completely in the air.

“Feyd pleas—-“ you stop yourself from whining as he pushes his cock through your entrance “ uhhh Feyd” his cock enters you deliciously. He grabs the top of your cheeks and rails into you with your hands tied behind your back. Your pussy smacks against him as you make depraved moaning sounds. Each thrust that jolts your body sends you closer to an orgasm. You are wound so tight you can’t breathe.

You hear him growl as his hips stutter and you cum in unison. He pounds your walls as they milk his cock. He lets out a choked off moan. He will never get used to how pleasurable the sensation is. A shiver runs down his spine as he slips his cock out of you. He leans back grabbing a knife from the sex toy table. He cuts your hands free.

You let them fall at your sides on the bed as you pant heavily. He fucked every thought out of your head.

He presses a button on the side of his bed that turns all the room lights off filling it with moonlight from the balcony. He gets under the sheet and beckons you to come to him. You wearily climb and plop down on his chest. He hopes he distanced and distracted you enough to never ask about his family again.

Remote Pleasure

The next morning Feyd awakens back into his routine. Looking over at you in bed he sees your back is to him. He has no time to pleasure you, he slowly trails his finger tips down your spine instead and leaves you to rest. His uncle has summoned him to the meeting hall after his fight training.

He enters his decontamination chamber to sanitize his body and then cleanse his mouth. He puts on his chest plate with light fighting gear. He pushes open the large chamber doors closing them quietly behind him to let your rest.

He descends the stairs to the fighting pit. His sparring partner Ghul and his barb men look up and hail his return. Ghul chides him. “Blessings of the ancient ways the great Feyd Rautha is not defiling his new wife and will be able to spar today” he and the barb men collectively laugh and cheer.

“I defeat you without effort every time Ghul this time should be no different, as for my barb men stand around as usual while I do all the fighting what use are you to me?” Feyd smirks taunting them.

Feyd will fight in the arena with his nine barb men at his side. They are skilled fighters sworn to protect his life. They throw and attach hooked barbs into his opponents flesh. They pull them back or weaken the attacks depending on how well it helps Feyd Routha secure a triumphant victory.

Ghul and Feyd prepare to fight with blunted knives to keep his reflexes sharp. They get into formation encircling each other to parry and attack.

You awaken from a dream of Feyd winning the fights holding his knife triumphantly in the air.

You turn and find the bed is empty Feyd has gone. You hear the clanging of knives just beyond the doors. He is below on the first floor in his courtyard training pit. You get out of bed and fill the large stone basin with warm water and bathe your body then rinse your face and mouth.

Your wrap in one of Feyds black fabric robes and explore his room. This is the only time you have been left unattended.

You know he has his knife collection in one of the giant locked display cases but your mind has been burning with curiosity to know what could be in the other.

You stand infront of the mystery case and hold your hand around the lock. You run your finger down the key opening it is a rectangle with 3 prongs.

You look over to his knife case. Dangling out of its lock is a ring with another key of that same description. You rush and remove the keys from the knife case and bring them to the mysterious display case.

The key successfully fits. As it hinges open you are shocked by the contents. Filled top to bottom in neatly organized rows there are; masks, whips, paddles, spiked collars, leashes, cock rings, leather restraints, blind folds and things you cannot even identify yet.

Your eyes grow weary scanning and processing all of the sexually depravity he has participated in. There are vials of liquids and tinctures. You see a familiar glowing color liquid you believe he has used on you before.

Assuming they are all for sex purposes you open the vial and place one drop on your finger. You seal it replacing it back. You take your covered finger and press it on your clit. When it begins pulsing you are certain it is the same one he used to soften you for sex before.

Your ears tingle as you realize the sound of the swords have stopped for quite sometime . You quickly lock the display case and return the key in the lock of the other just the way he had it. You hurry to the basin room and stand against the counter looking in the mirror fixing your hair.

Feyd returns pushing the large chamber doors open just at that moment. You let out a breath you weren’t caught. Your Bene Gesserit intuition is increasing each day.

You watch him remove his chest plate. He comes and clings to you holding you around your waist.

He is sweaty and hot exerted from his training.

Looking in the reflection he stares at the two of you together. Your radiant skin shines in comparison to his pale whiteness.

The toxicity of centuries on Giedi Prime has made all inhabitants hairless and pigment-less. He kisses your temple then strips completely naked to use the decontamination chamber.

You watch as he enters and locks himself inside. He presses his hands to the wall and steps his legs apart. Bursts of steam spray every inch of his body coating him in antimicrobial soap. A ring descends from the ceiling he lifts his hands above his head. The ring lowers spraying each row of his body from head to toe.

He wipes the water From his face as all the instruments lock away. Hot hair fills the shower drying him completely. Feyd steps out form the chamber looking brand new. You are awe struck using only the water basin to bathe.

He walks through his main chamber completely naked. You follow to watch his perfectly muscled figure walk as his cock swings. He presses a button on the wall that releases a hidden panel it ejects a stream of black out fits on a rod. He skims a few before settling on a high collared black one. He presses a button at the end of the rod and they all stack back into the hidden panel.

His muscular white body is stunning you can’t stop staring at his small waist and especially his long cock. As he gets dressed you become aroused as you watch him.

Once he’s fully clothed he comes and kisses your lips to leave. But you hold his hand tugging him to stay. “My uncle has summoned me, I do not know what he intends to meet about but I do not want to upset him.”

He is looks down at you finally noticing you wearing his robe. He smiles as he opens the front to reveal your breasts. He begins softly massaging them in his hands getting distracted as his fingers find your nipples. He pinches and pulls at them sending shocks to your core.

You look into his eyes as you begin to pant. You are getting wet as he plays with your sensitive buds “I want to soak my cock inside of you …but I cannot miss this meeting.” He says as he look back into your pleading eyes. An idea forms in his mind and he smiles mischievously.

“Come” he says taking your hand. He helps you to lie back on the bed. You watch as he goes to his knife cabinet removing the key to open what you can confirm is his kink cabinet. A lump forms in your throat already knowing the contents but everything he does has pleasured you intensely thus far. You secretly anticipate what he will do to you next.

He retrieves a few items and returns to sits on the bed next to you. In his hand is a gold sphere and two rings. One ring has a glowing green dot the other has a white glowing dot “I can not please you now but this will do the job very well until I return” he says with a sinister grin. He motions for you to take off your robe.

Once naked he has you lay on your back with your knees bent, he pushes them apart. He rests the golden sphere at your entrance and pushes it with two fingers until your walls sucks it in. A light sound of pleasure escapes your lips It feels heavy inside as it slowly sinks all the way to your cervix. He quickly puts the gold ring with the white dot on your finger.

“When you orgasm, use the ring on your finger to draw the sphere out or it will start all over.” He smiles wickedly as he says it. Thinking of you actually enduring an immediate second orgasm with this device. He will have to rescue you from a pleasure so great it will render you brainless. You nod smiling back at him you always obey his commands now.

He puts the other golden ring with the glowing green dot on his finger. He softly taps the gold band until the green dot begins blinking and then he waits. When the sphere warms and senses your vitals the green dot on his ring turns solid green.

He rubs around the gold band entirely with his finger and the sphere begins to roll up and down in side of your body like a pushing cock. You toss your head back and deeply moan as your body covers in chills.

The feeling is so new and intense you begin heavily panting losing all your thoughts. The sphere expands you at separate times internally . You begin to moan unending and you want to cum from the pleasure. “Feyd!” Is all you can cry out unable to even think.

His cock twitches. He has set it on the highest setting to get a preview of how the sphere affects your body. He already wants to ejaculate over navel as you cum but he has no time at all. He quickly rolls his thumb on the ring so the intensity is at its lowest level. The sphere slowly spins in place at your cervix. You are able to think again.

He leans over you and kisses your mouth “I will play with you while I am away I will make you cum and I will be ready to make you cum again when I return” you are shivering as you nod.

He kisses your forehead and rubs his thumb against his ring. It begins to roll up and down inside of you slowly. You gasp and close your eyes enjoying the feeling. He departs while you are distracted in bliss. If he looks back he will stay and fuck you.

He pulls the doors closed behind him hearing you begin to softly moan. He shudders from arousal. He looks at his ring it is still solid green. He knows when the dot on his ring turns from green to red you are having an intense orgasm. He has a a look of pure contentment on his face as he heads off to meet his uncle.

When he arrives at the large inscribed black doors of the grand meeting hall it is flanked by two soliders. They open the doors for him, Feyd enters.

His uncle is seated at the head of the enormous meeting table and upon seeing Feyd immediately begins yelling and chastising his recent actions. Instead of sitting at the meeting table Feyd climbs the stairs up to the platform and sits on his throne.

He tunes out his uncles ranting far more enthralled to play with his ring. He puts one leg over the armrest and his elbow on the other. He rests back in his throne and slides his thumb across the gold band increasing the thrusts inside of you to the maximum.

He smiles tilting his head back in wicked satisfaction knowing the sphere is railing your walls with pleasure right now. You have been enduring the highest setting for about 40 seconds and he knows you are falling apart about to cum.

The dot suddenly turns red and his eyes light up knowing at this moment you are having the most intense orgasm in his chamber. When he thinks about how you are squirting all over his bed his cock gets so hard he palms himself trying to calm down but is unable to. His breathing increases as he thinks of making an excuse to depart the meeting and go fuck you. He is charged with too much sexual arousal.

“FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN!” His uncles voice suddenly booms at him from the steps leading up to his throne. Feyd quickly sits up realizing he’s missed the entire first half of his uncles tirade, his cock begins to soften as he tries to calm his breathing. His uncle floats from the the bottom of the stairs directly into Feyds face using his anti gravity device

“You are losing your entire focus due to her influence! The gladiatorial fights are paramount! Even though we drug the warriors and poison your blades you must still fight and put on a valiant show. We need the people to think you are worthy of becoming Emperor! ”

Feyds eyes glare into his uncles. Only he and a select few others know this dark secret. Feyd can truly fight and would enjoy shedding blood without the need of weakening his opponents. But his uncle knows Feyds ascension to become Baron is far too valuable to take such a risk.

The Baron saw great potential in Feyd from a young age, preferring him to his older brother Rabban. When Feyds mother was brutally murdered the Baron took stewardship of both boys.

The Baron could clearly see the path ahead of him. One day, a Harkonnen would be Emperor. Not himself, and no spawn of his loins. But a Harkonnen.

The Baron knew it would not be the raging older Glassu Rabban but the younger calculated Feyd Rautha. There was a sharpness and ruthlessness to Feyd that proved to the Baron he was the worthy successor of the Harkonnen dynasty.

Which is why the Baron tells Feyd of his plans to have you removed from his presence. He can not let anything interfere with his grooming of Feyd to become a malevolent Emperor. He wants the marriage political, cold, and lifeless. Feyds baroness and breeder without influence.

“Your wife will be removed from your quarters immediately and you will no longer be permitted see her. She will attend your birthday and the gladiatorial fights for ceremonial purposes of course but after that she will be relocated out of the fortress entirely”

Feyds voice drops almost to a growl as he glares at an uncle in disbelief “How long will she be removed from me?” He asks deliberately. He narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side with an eerie coldness as he awaits the answer.

“Until she births your heir of course! After that you will never have need to see her again” the Baron says it with a wicked smile.

Feyds black teeth grit so hard they click.

“Your pleasure slaves will be sent to satisfy your lust, soon you will forget about her. Any female can take her place” the Baron says it off handedly as he floats back down to the meeting hall table.

Feyd slowly rises from his throne and balls his hands into fists. He clenches his jaw so hard he has to force his lips from baring his black teeth.

The insatiable desire to finally murder his uncle overwhelms all of his senses as he takes two steps down from his throne. Feyd is ready to take the Baron life. Ripping the thick cable from his anti gravity device and wrapping it around the Barons fat neck, strangling him until his eyes pop out from their orbits. Before he takes another step his rational returns he can not go through with that plan.

He will become Baron but never be honored as Emperor. His people may even revolt against him at the start of his rule. He will upset the great houses and his ascension may even be overturned to his older brother Rabban, after all it wouldn’t be the first family member he’s killed. Feyd desires gaining complete power as emperor above all else it is too deeply engrained in his psyche.

He begins to formulate a way to have both. He will fast track his ascension to the throne by murdering his uncle in a way can not be traced back to him. He will keep his false honor in tact.

The Library

After your remove the sphere from your body with the ring you lay back on the bed panting and shivering. It made your mind shift away from reality, which you did not think was possible. You lost your ability to move after you orgasmed. You lay on the soaked sheets realizing you should will yourself to get up.

You rinse the sphere and place it with the ring on Feyds sex toy table at the foot of his bed.

You use his decontamination chamber to clean your body and get dressed. You push open the main doors to leave the chamber. Feyds Page is waiting as instructed. “Na Baroness I have been ordered to escort you, where would you like to go?” You smile as you answer “The library please.”

After finding the main corridor of the fortress the Page brings you to the large red library doors and bows leaving your presence. He waits near by incase you have further need of his assistance.

You push the large red doors open and step inside. The library is enormous. The only room with color, red designed rugs cover the expanse of the floor. The bookshelves are carved into stone walls reaching all the way to the ceiling. The room is three stories high. There are stairs and balconies to reach the higher levels.

The couches are like lay down beds soft and squishy accented with red pillows. You press your hand into the black fabric seat. It is so spongy and perfect to curl up in. There are orbs you can tap on throughout the space if you need more light.

You take an orb in your hand and it begins to glow. You use it to head to the section marked H. You scan your fingers along the shelves with a mission until you find what you are looking for. Harkonnen Dynasty Lineage.

You have a burning desire to find out about Feyds biological parents and how he came to live with his uncle. You dare not ask Feyd you have tried once and his response was viscerally painful. He is well reserved on topics regarding his upbringing.

Another mystery is discovering the identity of the second male Harkonnen in the portrait of the meeting hall. You take your orb and curl up on a couch. As you sit it conforms to your shape and you smile feeling at ease. You begin to read.

After a few chapters you discover Feyds paternal last name is Rabban. He was born on the Harkonnen planet of Lankiveil. He has an older brother named Glassu Rabban, which means he has surpassed his older brother in being chosen as the next Baron. This aligns with the photo of the second male Harkonnen in the meeting hall.

You read two more chapters until you come to the section of his parents. His father is Abulurd Rabban your eyes suddenly skip ahead startled to read the ruling of Feyds mother Emmi Rabbans death: Matricide. Your eyes widen in fear understanding one of her own sons killed her. Your apprehension grows as you continue to read further.

Suddenly the doors of the library slam open you jump up startled. Two guards enter with the Barons Lord in Waiting “Na Baroness you are being relocated” he says flatly. He and the guards escort you form the library.

Feyds Agony

Feyd leaves the meeting hall and sprints to his chambers. His Page stops him as he regains his breath at the doors before he can go inside “Na Baron they have taken your Baroness away I have witnessed it with my own eyes” Feyd pushes him aside and bursts into his chamber. All of your things are missing, the bed is still un-made from the morning, you are no where in sight.

He still searches the room not ready to face his fears and finally looks to the balcony. He sees through the sheer curtain there is a figure standing at the banister.

He parts the curtains to find his pleasure slave Vîces. A Giedi Prime woman bald and pale. She smiles at him and bends over the railing wearing only a black corset her backside covered in lashes on full display to him. A tray of whips at her side. She has obviously been summoned as a gift from his uncle.

Vîces especially enjoys being afflicted with punishment when Feyd is furious. She has missed his spankings so much she is already aroused seeing the rage in his eyes. He slowly picks up a whip from the tray dragging the coil he twists and untwists it to snap correctly.

He grips the handle tighter before his wrist goes limp and he stops. “Leave my chambers” he says quietly. He feels not rage but another emotion that is far worse in his chest. Warm liquid brims at his eye line, and he touches the corner releasing a tear he stares at his finger tips in disbelief. She is shocked at his uncharacteristic behavior and quickly puts on her robes and leaves.

Feyd climbs back into his bed resting on his stomach he feels defeated. The sheets still smell like you and he presses his face to them remembering only an hour ago you had an orgasm there. He shifts on his back and unclasps his pants freeing his cock. He wants to feel anything over this emotional pain. He separates his shirt open and closes his eyes thinking of you. He remembers the way his cock splits you apart, how he wanted to please you when he returned.

He pulls a bottle of lubricant from his night stand and coats his palm. He begins slowly stroking his hardening length. He groans in pleasure thinking about your face, he thrusts into his hand harder. He remembers the sounds you that escape your lips when he makes you cum. His abs tighten and his cock begins to twitch. He pumps his shaft faster until he feels that all too familiar throbbing. He bites his lower lip as he ejaculates.

He opens his mouth and groans as warm cum spills down his shaft and onto his hand. He feels the aching feeling forming in his chest again but refuses to accept it.

He keeps pumping his shaft with his own cum forcing himself to remain hard. He roars loudly and fucks his hand brutally. The slapping sounds of his fist increases with his pace. Slippery with his own cum he finally bursts more ropes from his cock that leak down his hand and onto his abs. He is gasping chest heaving.

He takes the sheets wiping his abs and cock then strips it from the bed hurling it across the room as he finally yells in agony.

Quarters of the Baroness

You have been locked in your quarters for days. You have two handmaidens that wait upon you at all hours. If the room were less ornate, it would feel like a prison.

On the first day you recive a scroll from the Bene Gesserit confirming their attendance to the gladiatorial fights. They want to see the prospective Feyd Rautha and congratulate you on the announcement of your pregnancy. Twelve sisters will be attending in total.

You smile and almost weep realizing that some form of normalicy will return to this insane planet you’ve come to know as you’re home.

The eve before the gladiatorial fights there is a knock at the door the handmaiden opens it. The seamstress has arrived with her assistants. They are carrying two gowns for you. You know the shimmering blue one is for the Gladiatorial event. You touch the black one with a glistening design “ What is the dress for?” You ask in confusion.

The seamstress has her assistants hold it up. It is a floor length gown with a high thigh slit, backless and sleeveless with a low “V”cut connecting the front to a hood. It is beautiful. “This one is for your Na Barons Birthday celebration after the fights on the same day!” She says with a smile. “ Na Baron Feyd Rautha knew exactly how he wanted you to dress on his birthday” she says as she admires the dress.

She worked tirelessly to Feyds specifications to make it right. “ Feyd made this for me?” She nods with a big grin. You are still trying to get over the fact you didn’t know it was Feyds upcoming birthday. You are shocked to realize you know so little of him.

The seamstress continues “When you wear the black one I have a special modification.”She pulls the dress up revealing the hidden lining. “Because the slit is so high I had to have the snap seam sewn inside to protect your modesty.” She tries not to giggle as she remembers telling Feyd a slit that high will leave you open to exposure. But luckily she is talented enough to fix the design.

She continues “You pull the gown on as usual and snap the buttons together that way from the side no one can have a peek at the Na Baroness” you giggle and thank her. The assistants hang the dresses on display in the closet and the seamstress bids you farewell as they depart.

When you finally settle to finally sleep, there is yet another knock on the door. You hear lots of whispering at the entrance. The handmaiden knocks before entering your room. “There is a gift here but it can only be accepted by your hands.”she says. You sit up and wrap your robe tighter. As you step to the entrance you see Feyds Page bow to you. He is holding a metallic box with a lock, the key in his other hand “I was instructed you are to use it immediately” he says. You take the items and thank him he bows again and quickly leaves .

The handmaidens become nosy knowing it is from Feyd and you are banned from contact. You quickly enter your chambers and lock the door before they can speak.

You sit on the bed to unlock and unhinge the box. Resting inside is the golden sphere and the ring with a white dot. Your heart swells and you smile for the first time in days realizing this is something directly snuck in from Feyd.

You put the gold band with the white glowing dot on your pointer finger. You grab a towel and place it between your legs and relax against your pillows. You place the box on your night stand. You collect the sphere in your hand and spread your legs apart pushing it into your entrance. After it slowly sinks inside you wait. You focus on any signs of movement but the sphere remains still.

When it slowly begins spinning inside you light up in excitement. The ball begins to slowly roll up and down inside of you. You let out a moan and slap your hand over your mouth. The handmaidens are in the next room. The vision of Feyd naked in his bed stroking his cock at the same speed makes you completely give in. You close your eyes and imagine him as you rest back against your pillows.

You quickly lose your thoughts when the sphere speeds up. Your chest begins heaving as you knit you brows. A moan escapes your lips and then another. You wish it was Feyds cock as the orbs thrusts inside of you. Your abs tighten and you relent into an orgasm grabbing a pillow to stifle your moans. You release liquid all over the towel it feels so good you shiver. You clean yourself up and lay back against the pillows.

As you come down your body is frozen in place unable to move, you wonder if Feyd came at the same time making a smile spread across your face. You quickly sit up and retrieve the sphere out of you with your ring finger before it starts all over. You rinse it and return it to its case. After you turn off the lights you climb in bed and finally drift off to sleep.

Tommorow you will see Feyd again in all his glory at the gladiator fights in the arena. You dream of being at his side again.

To Be Continued …

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maplesyrupsainz · 1 year ago

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙they dont know me like my baby | CL16 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, secret relationship

warnings: none just fluff af

summary: in which you release a song to hard launch your relationship to the world

a/n: i LOVEEE smau it's so fun hope this lived up to the req expectations!!!! i rly enjoyed putting it together:)))

request!!!: smau for Charles whom he’s secretly been dating and they decide to hard launch their relationship by releasing a song together, we all know how much he likes music. Anyway, could you please use sabrina as face claim? I just really like her 💌

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the-real-team-starkid · 1 month ago

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princegaza · 9 months ago

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I'm so excited to be here with you on Tumblr and I'm hoping you can help me repost the post I've been working on. This post is not just words, it is part of a fundraising campaign aimed at saving my family from death and supporting them in these difficult times. I hope, as I heard about you, that you will extend a helping hand and help spread this message to everyone and reach the largest possible number of people.

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Help me by republishing my campaign and donating so that together we can reunite my family and take them out of Gaza so that my children can complete their education and so that we can live in freedom and peace away from killing, destruction, disease and hunger, and so that we can live together in safety and stability, and so that the hearts of my wife and children can be reassured after she lost her family. Her mother, father, brothers, and their children during the occupation bombing of the Tammos family home at dawn on October 29, 2023. She felt sad or overwhelmed. These pictures show some of her family members who were martyred in the bombing.

Other photos document the heinous crime against the family of my wife, Soha Tammos. Yes, it's time to console her and help her escape with her children to safety.

I, Amjad, and the family are still in dire need of your help, even more so than before. Our campaign is continuing, and I hope that you will be able to support us by sharing it and donating even a little, and I know that your small donation saves a person’s life.

We have been displaced repeatedly, and our displacement journey is still continuing amid an ongoing war of extermination in Gaza. I sustained serious injuries to my foot and I am still suffering from my injury. I cannot walk and need medical care and treatment expenses. My young children also fell ill due to the current living conditions in the tents and the lack of potable water and basic, health and educational necessities.

I deeply hope that you can contribute by sharing our campaign and donating, so that we can achieve our goal together and provide some relief to my family.

Supporting my family to survive the war

I am Majd Al-Shaltawi. I live in Gaza. I sent a distress call to evacuate me and my family from Gaza to escape the war. I am a Palestinian from besieged Gaza. I work as a skilled cook in Al-Shaltawi Kitchen and Restaurant, and currently my children are working to feed the displaced with donations from individuals and groups. This is my account on the Meta platform to follow updates

This is my accountx. To get new updates.

We lived through painful events during the October 7 War, and my children suffered panic attacks from the sounds of bombing and the killing of many family, friends, neighbors, and lineages.

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On the morning of Friday 10/13/2023, we woke up to a call from the Israeli occupation army to evacuate the residents of the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood in Gaza City, which we live in, in preparation for its bombing, and to head to the south of the Gaza Strip, which is considered a safe area. A safe haven, as the occupation claims

As a father, my duty is to protect my children. I had to leave my home, my job, and everything I own to save my children’s lives from this fierce war.

Then my wonderful restaurant was destroyed, as you can see in the pictures.

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I lost my home, my job, and my source of livelihood, and I am the head of a family of 11 members

I lost a lot of weight due to war, hunger, and food shortages, and thinking about the future of my children and protecting them from genocidal war. I developed chronic high blood pressure, for which there is often no cure.

I am writing to you because I do not want to see death approaching my family

The cost of coordinating the exit from Gaza with travel costs per person is 7,000 euros. We also need housing. We need to evacuate my family of 11 people for approximately €97,000 to rebuild our lives and start again in peace and security.

My daughter Fidaa is studying a master’s degree in educational technology at Al-Aqsa University. The Israeli occupation destroyed the university buildings and ended her educational life. My daughter’s dream was to complete her higher education to obtain a master’s degree.

My eldest son, Ahmed, is studying a Bachelor of Business Administration at Al-Quds Open University and aspires to complete his university education. Al-Quds University was completely destroyed, and his dreams, ambitions and dreams were killed.

My daughter Farah is studying communications engineering at Al-Azhar University, and the occupation prevented her from graduating to become an engineer. The enemy stole her dreams and joy, as her wedding was scheduled to take place last November, and the occupation burned her entire house. Her dream now is to leave Gaza, go to her groom, Abd

My son, Hamdi, did not complete his “tawjihi” secondary education, and the occupation destroyed his school and his dreams of success.

And my two young daughters, Malak and Tala, the occupation demolished their school and their hopes for a happy and stable life. Like the children of the world, they were not unhappy with their childhood. They are now terrified and suffering from psychological problems due to repeated bombings by warplanes and seeing corpses and body parts in the streets during the process of displacement from one place to another.

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Omgg I love your stories so much!! Would you ever consider having Amelie feature in the new f1 movie for example like Tate McRae’s song!! Also will you be writing the movie premiere of the New York Show!! LOVE YOU

Omg!! Thank you so, so much — this means the world! 😭💕 I absolutely loved the idea, and I’m so excited to say that the chapter from the F1 movie premiere in New York is finally here!! 🎬✨

Thank you for waiting so patiently and for sharing such an amazing idea. I really hope you enjoy it — and as always, if you have more requests, I’m all ears! 💌 LOVE YOU!! 💕🏁

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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando travel to New York for the F1 movie premiere, sharing quiet moments and playful banter between the chaos of airports and interviews.

Wordcount: 6.2 k

Warnings: smut

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June 19th, 2025 - New York City, NY

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f1: All aboard for #F1TheMovie #F1

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racequeen_24: pilots on fleek, vibes on point 😎✈️ → turbo_tiff: @racequeen_24 literally the coolest squad on a plane rn

fastlane_fan: team principals be like “where’s my popcorn?” 🍿😂 → pitstop_pete: @fastlane_fan gotta keep the drama on screen, not on the plane lol

grid_guru: nyc premiere bouta be legendary, can’t wait to see the fits and tea ☕👀 → vibecheck_vinny: @grid_guru fashion police ready to report 🚨💅

speedster_sam: hope they have snacks, those F1 nerves gotta be real right now 🍫😅 → trackside_tina: @speedster_sam best believe they packed those emergency snacks, it’s a whole vibe

speedqueen45: squad goals on fleek 😍✈️ → f1nerd123: @speedqueen45 facts, this is the ultimate flex

madsauce: lol does anyone else lowkey wanna be a driver just for the plane rides? ✈️🔥 → gridgirlxoxo: @madsauce same, travel goals AF

pitstopprincess: who else is praying for a cameo in the movie?? 🙋‍♀️🎬

ameliecrazy: can’t wait to see lanmelie walking the red carpet 👀💖 → norisimp: @ameliecrazy they’re gonna break the internet again

f1trash: y’all worried about the movie or just here for the drama on the plane? 🤡

racequeen33: F1 squad looking 🔥 AF on that plane → speedjunkie99: @racequeen33 mood! can’t wait for the premiere vibes

lanmelove_23: lando lowkey flexing that business class life 🤑 → norrislove_24: @lanmelove_23 only the best for our boyyy

ameliesarmy: and where’s our girl tho? waiting for her cameo on the red carpet 👀 → lanmelie_fanatic: @ameliesarmy she’s gonna slay, no doubt 💅🔥

lanmelie_forever: honestly this trip is just another excuse for lando to stare at amelie all night 😍

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Lando shifted slightly in his business class seat, the hum of the plane steady around him as the credits of the movie rolled across the screen. He hadn’t been watching closely—his eyes flicking occasionally to the window, the clouds, her.

Amelie.

Curled into the blanket beside him, her cheek resting on the little pillow she'd smuggled from her dressing room at the paddock. She was deep asleep, lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks, one hand loosely holding onto his hoodie like she needed the tether. Her ponytail had loosened slightly during the flight, a few strands curling near her temple. The orange sleep mask she’d originally worn was now tucked in her lap like a forgotten toy. Her red hoodie—stolen from his suitcase, obviously—was too big on her, and he could see the edge of the crop top underneath when she shifted, mumbling something in her sleep that sounded suspiciously like “fuck you, Benny.”

Lando smiled softly.

He didn’t know how she always managed to look like this—serene and chaotic all at once.

The captain’s voice came over the intercom: “Cabin crew, prepare for landing in New York.”

The plane jolted slightly as the landing gear engaged. All around them, people began to stir. The rustling of bags and the quiet stretching of bodies filled the cabin as the plane started its descent.

Lando leaned toward her, brushing the back of his fingers gently against her cheek.

—Ames,— he murmured. —Hey, baby. Wake up. We’re landing.—

She stirred, brow scrunching a little before her eyes fluttered open in confusion.

—Huh...?— she blinked a few times, disoriented, looking around. —Where... wait, are we...?—

—New York,— he said with a soft grin. —You slept through the whole flight.—

Amelie blinked again before a sleepy smile spread across her face. She reached up and cupped his jaw with her hand, pulling him in for a lazy, warm kiss. —Hi.—

—Hi,— Lando whispered against her lips.

Around them, people were moving. Charles was standing to grab his jacket, Toto was already halfway down the aisle, and someone was complaining about their AirPods being stolen. But Lando didn’t care. Not when she looked at him like that.

—You good to stand?— he asked, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

—Mmhmm. Just give me a second. Legs are still dead.—

He chuckled, standing first and reaching for both his and her carry-ons from the overhead bin. He didn't even let her reach for hers.

—Lan, I can carry my...—

—Nope,— he cut in, already slinging both bags over his shoulder. —Let me be the gentleman today. You already stole my hoodie.—

—You gave me that hoodie.—

—Under threat of emotional blackmail.—

She grinned.

They stepped off the plane together, greeted by the usual border control maze. A few airport staff were already waiting to escort the F1 group through the VIP lane, but even then, the lines split once they reached immigration.

—Ugh,— Amelie groaned. —I forgot we have to separate here.—

—You’d think by now they’d just give me an American passport from all the damn time I’ve spent here,— Lando muttered.

Amelie snorted. —You’d be a chaos American. I’m not sure I trust you with that power.—

She squeezed his hand and stepped into the U.S. Citizens line. He gave her a tiny, lopsided smile and moved to the foreigners' side, joining the other drivers and crew in the longer queue.

She was waved forward almost immediately.

The officer behind the desk barely glanced up before taking her passport.

—Purpose of visit?—

—Work.—

He stamped her passport and handed it back.

—Welcome back home.—

The words hit differently than she expected.

Home.

For years, New York had been just that. The place where she lived, worked, built everything. But now? Now it was a place she visited. A memory, a version of herself she’d outgrown but hadn’t fully left behind. And yet, standing there with her suitcase and that ache in her chest, she realized… it still mattered.

She stepped to the side, eyes scanning the crowd until she saw him again—Lando, finally making his way through immigration, dragging both carry-ons and looking thoroughly unimpressed with the wait. She smiled to herself.

A security escort handed them their checked bags as they reunited, pushing a small cart with ease.

—Did you order a car?— Lando asked as they neared the exit.

—Yeah… sort of.—

He glanced at her sideways. —Sort of? What does that mean?—

But before she could answer, a loud squeal echoed through the arrivals terminal.

—MEELS!—

Amelie barely turned before someone crashed into her with full force, nearly toppling her over.

—Shit, Minnie!— Amelie laughed breathlessly as her best friend’s arms squeezed around her in a tight hug.

Lando grinned, watching the scene unfold. —So that’s the ‘sort of.’—

Lando chuckled softly, the weight of the flight and the race weekend momentarily easing as Minnie’s infectious energy filled the space between them.

—Hey, Lan!— Minnie said, pulling back just enough to grin at him. —Still annoying as hell, I see.—

—Only for you, Min.— He winked, then shifted the bags on the cart with a smirk. —You know, I could say the same about you.—

Minnie laughed, rolling her eyes but clearly pleased. —Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I’m driving you two back to Ames’s place. Thought I’d save you the hassle.—

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f1_lanmelie: she’s in nyc and my heart is too 💥 → norrisbaby24: @f1_lanmelie the energy of this queen in the city never changes 😍

sunset_simp: nyc just got 10x hotter with ames here 🔥

speedy_simp: bro lando probably practicing his “i’m so cool” face for the premiere 😎 → norrisnuts: @speedy_simp bro it’s permanent at this point, born with it

speed_demon45: ames in nyc and my heart is racing faster than landos car 😩🔥

trackqueen: lando better be there to catch her when she walks that red carpet 🙌💅 → racefan_101: @trackqueen facts, he’s prob like “that’s my girl” lowkey flexing on everyone 😎

melonhead123: no way ames is out here stealing all the spotlight again 👀💫

lanmelieupdates: she’s in NEW YORKKKKKKKK 😭😭😭 premiere date night loading

lanmelie4life: LANDO U BETTER BE READY TO COMBUST SHE’S LOOKING TOO GOOD FOR NY → mclarenwifey: @lanmelie4life he’s 100% gonna trip on the carpet staring at her

gridgirlies: she said ✨main character energy✨ and hopped on a plane → lanfan99: @gridgirlies red carpet gonna turn into HER runway i fear

softforlan: she’s about to make that man forget how to breathe again 😭 → amesnation: @softforlan his sim card is FRIED already

amez4ever: this is NOT gonna be a premiere it’s gonna be a public thirst display → maxmode: @amez4ever i already hear pierre making jokes 😭

lanxamesupdates: if we don’t get a photo of them tonight i will riot → drivergf: @lanxamesupdates not a blurry pap pic, a FULL glam pic or nothing.

sugarf1baby: mother has entered new york 😍

dramainthepaddock: LANDO U BETTER MATCH HER ENERGY TONIGHT → smoothop_norris: @dramainthepaddock he’s showing up with his curls freshly styled i just KNOW it → maxfewmode: @dramainthepaddock this is not an outfit competition but if it was… he’s already losing 😭

lanfan88: am i mentally prepared for a lanmelie red carpet? absolutely not

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Lando was lounging on the edge of the bed, checking his phone when the knock came. The McLaren PR team. Right on time.

He pulled himself to the door, brushing a hand down the creases of his navy sweatpants and dark red Montreal crewneck. When he opened it, camera in hand and sound equipment already humming, he gave a crooked smile and waved them in.

—Hey, come in,— he said, brushing a curl out of his forehead. —And, uh, sorry about the mismatched outfit. Amelie stole the matching hoodie. She’s got it on in the room next door right now. So, I’m the leftover half of the set.—

He shrugged like he didn’t mind (he didn’t), and waved towards the rest of the room where the glam team was already waiting. They clipped a mic to the collar of his shirt as he shuffled out of the room briefly, only to return a moment later in crisp dress pants and a sharp, tailored white shirt. He sank down into the chair, brushing hair out of his eyes as one of the stylists started fixing the waves and another dabbed concealer along the edges of tired skin.

It was routine. Calm. Until the door clicked and she walked in.

Amelie.

A fucking vision.

A striking, deep-red midi dress that molded to every curve, a high neckline and a hint of semi-sheer fabric that gave it an edge of timeless and modern. The length fell just past her knees, making the classic black heels she wore click sharply across the floor. Her hair was pulled into a sleek mid-ponytail, brushing the sharp angles of her jawline, and the makeup was soft and precise, making those big eyes glow.

For a moment, Lando forgot how to breathe.

—Fuuuuck…— he exhaled dramatically, dropping the hair clip he’d been holding. —Are you trying to kill me, Ames? What the hell is this?!—

Amelie stopped mid-step, blinking, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her mouth until she spotted the camera hovering nearby. The shy smile widened into an apologetic one as she waved quickly at the lens.

—Uh… hi,— she said quietly, brushing a hand down the fabric of her dress like she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Lando was already out of the chair, brushing away the stylist for a moment, crossing the room in a few long strides. He pulled her closer by the waist and pressed a quick, soft kiss to her lips.

—Are you leaving already?— he asked, brushing a knuckle along the line of her jaw.

Amelie glanced towards the camera and shrugged slightly, brushing hair from her temple. —Yeah. Red carpet with Laura and Hannah. We have the pre-show in like… twenty minutes.—

Lando tilted his head slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from her ear. —Nervous?—

Amelie shrugged again, a shy glance towards the PR team making her voice drop. —A little bit. Just… lot of people tonight, I guess.—

He noticed the way she tightened slightly when she glanced at the camera and then waved a hand sharply towards the PR team. —Right, um… give us a second, okay?—

They didn’t hesitate. They gave him a quick nod and stepped towards the hallway, camera dropping slightly as the door clicked shut, leaving the couple in the quiet common area of their suite.

Lando watched the door shut and immediately sank down beside Amelie, brushing the back of her hand with his fingers until she met his gaze.

—Hey,— he said softly, brushing a thumb across the curve of her palm. —What’s going on in that pretty head? You’re okay?—

Amelie smiled, brushing hair from her forehead, exhaling slowly. —Yeah. I’m okay. Just… it’s different, you know? Being the one doing the interviews tonight, making sure it’s right. It’s like… the first time in ages I’m not the one being asked questions, and that’s making me more nervous than I thought.—

Lando shifted closer, brushing a hand down the side of her arm until it landed securely at her waist. —Ames, you’re a bloody pro. They picked you for this because you’re sharp as fuck, and you have this thing… people just wanna open up when you ask questions. You’re gonna kill it tonight.—

Her smile softened, brushing noses with him for a second. —That means a lot, Lan. Thanks.—

—Of course.— He pressed a slow, deep kiss to her lips, brushing a hand down the line of her spine like he could stamp the moment on both of them. When he pulled back, brushing a kiss to the tip of her nose, his voice was teasing and soft. —And when you’re on that carpet tonight, making every other interviewer wonder why the fuck you’re better than them, I’ll be down the line just hoping you ask me a question. Might save a wink for you, too.—

Amelie giggled, brushing a hand down the fabric of his shirt, brushing imaginary wrinkles from the crisp material. —Yeah? Might have to ask you about that race, Mr. Norris. Or maybe about this shirt that doesn’t match your sweatpants from earlier.—

He winked, brushing a knuckle down her jaw. —If you ask, I’ll tell you everything, baby. Even why I stole your favorite hoodie this morning.—

Amelie smiled as she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, brushing herself down as she stood. —Alright. Try not to break the microphone or flirt too much with the PR team while I’m gone, okay?—

Lando grinned, brushing a hand down the sleek line of her dress one last time. —Wouldn’t dream of it, Ames. Go be a star tonight. I’ll be right behind you, trying to get your attention like a total idiot. As usual.—

Amelie waved over her shoulder, grinning as she pulled the door open. —That’s how you got mine the first time, Lan. Might work a second time too.—

The door clicked shut, and Lando sank down in the chair, brushing both hands through his curls, grinning like an idiot as the PR team poked their heads back in.

He shrugged, brushing an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead. —Alright, let’s do this. But someone save me a bloody drink for after, yeah? I’m gonna need it when I have to watch my girl kill it tonight.—

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speedynorris: Amelie making a red carpet her runway!! 👑 → daymanluvrr: @speedynorris Lando’s jaw on the floor somewhere

f1t4smr: Amelie with a mic is dangerous!! Protect the drivers 😂 → gossipgriddd: @f1t4smr she’s about to ask Lando why he can’t brake properly 💀

lanmelieshipper: why am I expecting Amelie to interview Lando like she doesn’t kiss him every night 😭 → monacomush: @lanmelieshipper ‘and how’s the girlfriend?’ “she’s standing right here” LMAOO

papayaspotter: Amelie in interviewer mode? Lando better be ready 😳 → f1wagsfan: @papayaspotter he’s already rehearsing in the mirror 🤣

lanmelie4ever: Amelie with a mic? Lando’s about to forget how to speak 😂

speedtrapszn: Amelie roasting every driver tonight except Lando… watch. → papayafever: @speedtrapszn she goes ‘Lando can do no wrong’ then grills the rest 😂

f1papwalk: Amelie looking like she’s gonna steal the whole spotlight!! → vroomdayman: @f1papwalk Lando already accepting defeat like “she wins every race” 🧡

papayakissclub: Amelie interviewing Lando tonight… the room will explode from cuteness!!

daymanluvrr: Amelie + a microphone = chaos confirmed 😂 → papayadr3ams: @daymanluvrr Lando in the background like “you’re doing amazing sweetie”

tracksidegoss: Amelie and Laura are about to roast every driver tonight and I’m here for it 🍷 → speedtrapszn: @tracksidegoss Lando gonna try to hide and fail miserably

lanmeliefiles: Amelie interviewing Lando be like “how do u balance being a race car driver and being obsessed with ur girlfriend?” 🥺 → f1t4smr: @lanmeliefiles “well, she doesn’t let me forget” 😭

daymanclub: Amelie making the whole paddock fall in love tonight just like she made Lando fall in love with her 😌

lightsout44: Amelie interviewing Lando tonight = best content we didn’t know we needed 😂 → papayakids: @lightsout44 she’s gonna roast him live and I’m here for it

lanmelie4ever: Amelie with a mic is the biggest flex of the paddock rn 🙌 → tracksidegem: @lanmelie4ever Lando better behave or she’ll expose him 😭

vroomiezz: Amelie + Laura + Hannah = holy trinity of F1 press 👑 → quicklapzz: @vroomiezz the drivers are NOT ready!!

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The premiere was electric — Times Square bathed in lights, screens looping dramatic trailers of the F1 movie, and fans packed tight behind barricades, their cheers and camera flashes a constant soundtrack. Amelie stood alongside Laura Winter at their designated interview spot, the F1 logo gleaming behind them. She took a breath, adjusting her earpiece, smoothing the skirt of her deep red dress — the same one that had made Lando nearly short-circuit earlier. The nerves were there, but excitement crackled stronger.

—Okay, next up… Lando Norris,— Laura murmured beside her, already spotting him weaving through the crowd of team PR, media, and flashing cameras.

Amelie’s heart skipped a beat as Lando approached, dressed sharp as ever — black tailored suit, no tie, crisp white shirt slightly undone at the collar. He had that easy grin, the one that always got her in trouble.

First, he leaned in to kiss Laura on both cheeks — polite, charming. But then his eyes locked on Amelie’s, and the mischief was immediate. His smile turned almost boyish, his gaze lingering a little too long as the cheers from the barricades swelled.

Without hesitation, he stepped closer. His hand found her waist, tugging her in just enough. Before she could react, he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips — quick, sweet, but full of intent. The crowd lost it — thousands of screams, phones flashing wildly.

Amelie laughed, pulling back, her cheeks flushed. —You’re impossible,— she muttered, amusement shining in her eyes.

Lando just winked, stepping back to his mark between the two women. —Couldn’t help myself,— he said, voice low enough that only they could hear. —You’re way too gorgeous tonight.—

Laura, fighting a grin, gestured to the camera crew that they were live.

—Alright, Lando, thanks for joining us— Laura began, professional despite the obvious energy between him and Amelie. —Big night, big premiere. What’s it like seeing F1 brought to the big screen like this?—

Lando slipped smoothly into media mode, though his eyes kept flicking to Amelie. —It’s surreal, honestly. We see the sport so up close, but seeing it like this — the story, the action, the emotion — it’s insane. I think fans are going to love it.—

Amelie tried to stay focused, but he wasn’t making it easy. Every now and then he’d glance sideways, pulling a face just subtle enough to make her bite back a smile. Once, he wiggled his brows when Laura wasn’t looking.

She cleared her throat, determined. —Lando, how do you feel the film captured the driver experience? Anything that made you go, “Yeah, that’s spot on”?—

He grinned, eyes softening. —There’s this one scene, no spoilers, but it’s about the moments right before lights out. The nerves, the quiet, the way everything else fades out. That hit hard. And…— He paused, glancing her way again. —There’s also the bit about the people who stick by you through the chaos. I felt that one too.—

Amelie’s heart tugged, but she kept it professional, even as her smile turned genuine.

The rest of the interview flew by — Lando playfully dodging Laura’s question about any on-set cameos, throwing in jokes that had Amelie stifling giggles, and making the fans scream again with a wink at the camera just before they wrapped.

As they signed off and the crew shifted focus, Lando leaned in close again, voice warm at her ear.

—You were amazing,— he said. —Told you you’d kill it.—

Amelie turned toward him, smirking. —And you were a menace. But thanks.—

He grinned. —You love it.—

—Unfortunately, yeah. I do.—

Before the next guest could approach, Lando squeezed her waist one last time, shooting her a wink before stepping off, leaving her heart racing and her face aching from trying not to smile like an idiot.

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f1babygirl: LANDO fixing his hair like she hasn’t seen that mess every morning 😭

papayakiss: Amelie interviewing Lando is like watching ur besties flirt on live tv 🍿 → lanmelie4ever: @papayakiss and we’re EATING IT UP!!

papayababe: that waist grab?? the wink?? goodbye. → landoslut: @papayababe he said “you’re mine” on LIVE tv

amessupreme: ames trying not to smile like an idiot the whole time = RELATABLE → lanmelieluv: @amessupreme like girl same 😂

racebabesx: laura holding the mic like “ok enough foreplay” 💀 → pitlanesimp: @racebabesx she was third wheeling SO hard

4amthoughtz: “you were amazing” NO YOU were amazing for making the whole internet combust like that 😭 → landosgirly: @4amthoughtz this man knows EXACTLY what he’s doing!!

mclarenf1fanatic: him making the crowd scream every 5 seconds like??? KING BEHAVIOUR 👑

midnightraces_: ames being PROFESSIONAL and he’s just 😈 making faces every chance he gets

f1chaoscorner: the wink at the end?? my man said “claiming my girl” in 4k → lanmeliefever: @f1chaoscorner and we’re eating it UP!! 😩

landosmilf: him brushing her waist like it’s a reflex?! I’M DECEASED → amelieisqueen: @landosmilf the way she blushed!! stop it!!

papayacrush: laura trying to stay professional while these two flirt like it’s date night 😂 → tracksidecutie: @papayacrush laura said ‘let me work pls’

dr3amlanmelie: the wink?! THE WAIST GRAB?! THEY’RE ENDGAME 😭 → lightsoutlandos: @dr3amlanmelie this is their roman empire

nochillf1fan: ames trying NOT to smile like an idiot… fail successful 😂

papayadrift: THEY’RE SO CUTE I NEED TO SCREAM → landoscarspins: @papayadrift this is the energy we deserve!!!

speedchasing_: when he said “there’s also the bit about people who stick by you” and LOOKED AT HER?!?? I SCREAMED. → lanlovers_: @speedchasing_ he was talking about HER you can’t tell me otherwise 😩

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The afterparty was a vibrant cacophony of thumping bass, mingling voices, and clinking glasses. The main ballroom of the swanky hotel was transformed into a sleek, neon-lit lounge, crowded with drivers, team principals, celebrities, and media, all celebrating the F1 movie's successful premiere. Amelie, still in her deep red dress, found herself surrounded by a whirlwind of conversation, laughter, and camera flashes, but her attention kept snagging on Lando across the room.

He was holding court near the bar, laughing with Carlos Sainz, looking even more effortlessly handsome with his suit jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. Every now and then, his eyes would cut through the crowd, find hers, and a knowing smile would pass between them – a private current in the buzzing atmosphere.

Amelie tried to engage in conversation, but the energy of the room, combined with the lingering thrill from their red carpet moment, made it hard to focus. She felt Lando’s gaze on her, a persistent warmth that made her skin tingle.

Eventually, he started making his way towards her, subtly excusing himself from various conversations. As he drew closer, the noise of the party seemed to fade, replaced by the thrum of her own heartbeat.

—Finally,— he said, his voice a low, teasing murmur as he reached her side. He leaned in, his hand gently finding the small of her back, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of her dress. —This party is good, but it's getting in the way of what I actually want to do.—

Amelie's cheeks flushed, but she met his gaze, a playful challenge in her eyes. —Oh really? And what's that, Lando?—

His grin widened, mischievous and undeniably alluring. —Something involving you, me, and a little less... audience.— His eyes flicked around the crowded room, a hint of impatience in their depths.

Lando’s hand tightened subtly on her back, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. —Come on,— he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flutter.

Amelie didn't need to be asked twice. The unspoken promise in his gaze was intoxicating. She allowed him to guide her, his touch firm and possessive, through the labyrinth of revelers. They moved past clusters of laughing guests, discreetly avoiding direct eye contact with anyone who might try to intercept them. The thumping bass of the music slowly faded behind them as Lando led her away from the main ballroom, down a less-lit corridor that branched off towards the hotel's quieter service areas.

—Where are we going?— Amelie whispered, a thrill of anticipation mixing with the forbidden excitement of their clandestine escape.

He glanced back at her, his grin widening, a glint of pure mischief in his eyes. —Somewhere we won't be interrupted. Somewhere I can actually finish what I started on the red carpet.—

Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. She knew exactly what he meant. He pushed open a heavy, unmarked door, revealing a dimly lit service corridor lined with various cleaning carts and storage units. The air was cool and still, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the afterparty. He quickly pulled her through the doorway, letting the door swing shut behind them with a soft click that muffled the distant sounds of the party.

They were in a small, forgotten alcove, tucked away from prying eyes. The only light came from a flickering fluorescent tube overhead, casting long shadows. It wasn't glamorous, but in that moment, it felt impossibly intimate.

Lando didn't waste a second. He turned to her, his hands immediately finding her waist, pulling her flush against his body. The scent of his cologne, a mix of crisp citrus and warm musk, enveloped her, making her head swim.

—God, Amelie,— he breathed, his voice rough with barely suppressed desire. His head dipped, and before she could even register the movement, his lips claimed hers in a desperate, bruising kiss.

It was everything she had been craving since that teasing peck on the red carpet. His mouth moved over hers with an insistent hunger, demanding a response she eagerly gave. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until she felt herself dizzy with the intensity of it. His hands slid from her waist, roaming up her back, pressing her tighter against him, leaving no space between their bodies.

The kiss grew more fervent, more all-consuming. Amelie moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue teased hers, igniting a fire that spread rapidly through her veins. Her legs felt weak, threatening to give way beneath her.

Suddenly, Lando broke the kiss, a ragged breath escaping his lips. His eyes, dark with a potent mixture of lust and adoration, burned into hers in the dim light. He couldn't hold back anymore.

Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms. Amelie let out a surprised gasp, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance. Her legs, clad in the elegant red dress, instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling her even higher, fitting her body perfectly against his.

He didn't hesitate. His head dipped again, but this time, his lips weren't on her mouth. Instead, hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down her jawline, sending shivers racing through her. He found the sensitive skin of her neck, pressing fervent, almost bruising kisses there, eliciting a soft whimper from her.

—Fuck, Amelie,— he mumbled against her skin, his voice thick with desire, his hands gripping her thighs, pressing her even closer to him. —You have no idea what you do to me.—

Amelie was indeed going nuts. Every kiss on her neck sent a jolt through her, her body arching into his, her hands clutching at his shoulders. —Lando… oh, Lando…— she moaned, his name a desperate plea escaping her lips. The thrill of it, the forbidden nature of their tryst, made her dizzy. But a sliver of practicality cut through the haze of desire. They couldn’t be gone for hours. Someone would notice.

—Lando, wait,— she whispered, her voice breathless, her fingers pressing against his jaw, trying to pull his head up. —We… we can’t. Not for long. You have to be quick.—

The words, though laced with urgency, only seemed to fuel his desire. He pulled his head back, his eyes still blazing in the dim light. A shadow of a smile played on his lips, a mixture of amusement and raw hunger. He carefully lowered her, letting her feet touch the ground, but he kept her hips pressed against his, their bodies still intimately connected.

His hands, quick and practiced, slid under the hem of her dress. Amelie gasped, a thrill shooting through her as his warm fingers brushed against her bare skin. He didn't hesitate, finding the delicate lace of her panties. With a swift tug, he pulled them down, guiding them over her hips, and discreetly slipped them off, letting them fall to the floor in a silent heap.

Before she could even process the sudden liberation, he scooped her up again, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist, her bareness now pressed against the fine fabric of his trousers. His mouth was back on hers, kissing her with a renewed fervor, deeper and more demanding than before.

As he kissed her, his free hand moved to the waistband of his dress pants. With practiced ease, he unbuttoned them, the sound almost swallowed by their fervent kisses. He pushed the fabric down, his tailored trousers and boxers following in one smooth motion, pooling around his ankles. He adjusted her slightly, guiding himself into position, the heat of him pressing against her.

He pulled back just inches from her lips, his breath ragged, his eyes boring into hers. —You need to be silent, Amelie,— he whispered, his voice a low, urgent growl, before he began to push forward.

He moved slowly, agonizingly so. Amelie gasped, her breath catching in her throat as he began to slide inside her, a long, deliberate movement. She was, as always, impossibly tight. The sensation was overwhelming, a glorious friction that sent a fresh wave of shivers through her body. She instinctively tightened around him, a silent plea for more, for all of him.

Lando groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated against her. He paused, fully buried, letting them both adjust to the exquisite pressure. He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed for a moment as he savored the feeling. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her firmly against him.

—Please, Lando,— Amelie whispered, her voice a desperate, pleading rasp, barely audible. —Faster. Please.— She bit down on her lip, trying to contain the urges screaming through her.

He opened his eyes, a devilish smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes were still heavy with desire. —Faster, baby? You know what happens if I go faster.— His voice was a low tease, a challenge. —You’re gonna moan, mi amor. And we can’t have that, can we, good girl?—

He started to move again, still achingly slow, a deliberate, torturous pace that had her writhing against him, desperate for release. Each slow, deep thrust was pure agony and pure bliss, making her muscles clench around him.

—Please, Lando, please— she begged again, her voice a choked whisper, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the sheer frustration and building pleasure. She pushed her hips against him, trying to urge him on, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders.

He leaned in, kissing her forehead, then her temple, his breath warm against her ear. —Easy, preciosa. Be a good girl. Just a little more. You want to get caught?— He pulled back slightly, then pushed in deep again, slow and deliberate, watching her face as she struggled to keep her moans silent. His control was absolute, and she hated and adored him for it.

But the slow pace was driving Lando just as crazy. The exquisite tightness of Amelie around him, her desperate pleas, the delicious friction – it was pushing him to his absolute limit. A guttural growl escaped his throat, a sound of pure strain. His eyes, fixed on her flushed face, were dark with the struggle for control.

—Damn it, Amelie,— he breathed, his voice raw, losing the teasing edge entirely. —You’re too much, mi amor.—

With that, his control snapped. The slow, deliberate movements gave way to a sudden, explosive surge. He began to thrust faster, and faster, a primal rhythm taking over. Each powerful stroke drove him deeper, harder, eliciting breathless gasps from Amelie. The confined space, the urgency of their hidden encounter, amplified every sensation.

Then he hit it. Her sweet spot.

Amelie’s eyes flew open, her body arching violently against him. A strangled cry tore from her throat, her mouth opening wide to let out the moan that was building deep within her. But before the sound could escape, Lando’s large hand shot up, clamping over her mouth, muffling the desperate sound.

—Shhh, shhh, shhh, baby,— he murmured against her ear, his own breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the force of his climax building. His thumb rubbed gently over her lips, silencing her, even as he continued to pound into her, a frantic, desperate rhythm.

Her body was convulsing around him, every nerve ending screaming. She clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, her legs squeezing tighter around his waist as waves of pleasure consumed her. His hand remained firm over her mouth, catching every choked gasp, every muffled cry of ecstasy.

He drove into her a few more times, powerful, shuddering thrusts, until a final, earth-shattering groan tore from his own throat. He buried his face in her neck, his body going rigid, then collapsing against her, still fully inside her. Amelie felt his release, hot and abundant, deep within her. Her own body followed suit, shuddering violently, a silent, powerful orgasm washing over her as Lando’s hand remained over her mouth, muffling her desperate cries of pleasure until the last ripple subsided.

They stood there for a long moment, clinging to each other in the dim, silent alcove, their breathing ragged, hearts hammering in unison. The distant hum of the afterparty seemed a million miles away.

After a moment, both of them came down from the high, their breathing finally starting to slow. Lando pressed a soft, languid kiss to Amelie’s shoulder before easing out of her, brushing hair away from her damp forehead. They shared a quiet, knowing glance — a mixture of giddy thrill and the urgency of reality crashing back in.

With a breathless chuckle, Lando set her down, brushing the edge of the deep red dress back down over the curve of her thighs. Amelie smirked, brushing herself down and brushing hair out of her face as she watched him scoop up her discarded panties from the floor.

He didn’t hand them over. Instead, grinning like a total brat, he folded the delicate piece of lace and tucked it deep into the pocket of his suit trousers, brushing down the fabric like a man making sure his prize was secure.

—Mine for the night,— he said with a wink, brushing down the crisp lines of his suit pants as if he didn’t have evidence of their rendezvous folded away.

Amelie gave him a sharp glance, brushing a finger down the lapel of his jacket. —If you lose those, Norris, I will kill you.—

He pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, brushing hair from the side of her face. —Lose them? Never. Might frame them later, put ‘em on the shelf next to the trophies.—

Amelie swatted at him, rolling her eyes as she tried to regain some composure. Together, they stepped towards the door, brushing down any last creases. The muffled hum of the afterparty felt impossibly far away now, replaced by the sound of their own quiet breathing and the faint shuffle of their steps.

Then the door clicked shut behind them, and as they turned down the long hallway, there he was — Carlos. Leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

He didn’t say a word, just gave a slow nod and an approving raise of the eyebrows.

—Horny fuckers,— he said, voice low enough to sting and tease, shaking his head as he pushed away from the wall.

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Jack misunderstood your closeness to one of your friends after overhearing a conversation. This led him to make decisions that hurt both of you.

it was then that your friends decided to make a plan… one that can go very well or really bad.

🚨 angst, fluff, it was supposed to be enemies to lovers, but i got distracted and ended up writing a loser and jealous Jack. Trevor is a flirty mf. Luke is a bit of an enemy. Really poor ending. No use of yn 🚨

while writing this i came up with a super smutty alternate ending, so let me know if you want that one too.

when Jack woke up that morning, he knew from the start that the day would be chaotic, as the first thing he heard was his friends' voices from the living room, along with his brothers' voices and some music in the background. Still, he mentally prepared himself, showered, dressed, and went to see them.

what he didn't expect was the scene he found.

sure, he knew you were coming; Luke told him, and even warned him to behave. But this? Since when did you become so close to his friends? Cole doesn't seem to want to leave your side, like a child clinging to its mother. And you're laughing too loudly for his liking at whatever Trevor and Alex are telling you.

what's going on? this didn't used to be like this the last time he saw you.

Quinn stood beside him, smiling amusedly, and Jack hates the way Quinn seems to know something he doesn't.

"what?" he asks, defensively, to which his brother just nudges him.

“nothing, why that face? i thought Luke told you she was coming.” He asked, in a tone that only shows how entertained he is.

"yeah, well, i didn't know i'd have to see her so close to my friends all these days too," he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

and see, it's not that Jack was a piece of shit, or a terrible friend. In fact, you two used to get along pretty well. But his problem is still fairly recent, and he was hoping to have a couple of quiet, normal days, enjoying himself with his friends, and trying to stay as far away from you as possible.

and that must sound pretty dramatic, so for some context, when Luke started telling them about his new friend, they knew right away she´s a good girl, someone who would fit in with their environment. But Luke was clear about one thing, and that was that he didn't want to see Jack flirting with her, and much less breaking her heart.

"please" he said.

and he agreed not to look at you any other way, but when he first met you, he knew it would be a difficult task because you're beautiful, and that combined with how nice you are made everything much harder for him.

and can you blame the man?

when you two talked, it was like a connection. It was easy. And then you kept talking and talking, and Jack felt like he was in heaven every time you stopped talking to everyone else to look at him, to include him in a conversation or start a new one.

and the days passed, and it felt right.

it was almost ridiculous, the way his eyes always found you, and he couldn't stop looking at you, even if you were in the most crowded place.

and the first time he made you laugh? god, he knew he wanted to do it all the time because he loved the feeling of pure happiness that came from seeing you laugh so hard at something he said.

it wasn't even about asking you out, flirting, or getting you into his bed. He wanted to talk to you all the time. He wanted you to see him as a cool guy, to feel the same way.

but that all went down the drain when he accidentally overheard a conversation you were having with his brother. You were talking to him about a boy, and you spoke with such energy and emotion that a part of him wished you were talking about him.

and he got excited, he believed there was a possibility.

but the next day he saw you, talking too much to Ethan, barely even looking at him, as if he no longer existed to you. And he felt weird, of course, but he tried to ignore it.

the thing is… this kept happening. For days, your attention was on Ethan, and the conversations between the two of you started to disappear. He could only watch from afar.

a lot of doubts began to settle in his head, obviously. Doubts that kept him awake until late at night, creating insecurities that weren't usually there before.

god, why were you looking at him?

is it his hair? is he more fun? more attractive?

what do you expect him to do?

this began to create a feeling inside him that he didn't like.

the constant fatigue, the emptiness in his stomach, the anxiety that turned into anger.

you were supposed to be looking at him, Jack.

and he wanted to do something about it. He wanted to intervene, interrupt the conversations, talk to you more often. Remind you that he's still there. But a part of him remembers Luke's words, and the conversation he overheard you two having.

is it too late? you were talking about Ethan this whole time?

he felt like an idiot, like a loser, and that's something he's never been used to. He always fights for what he wants, to be the best, to achieve everything. But now he feels like he can't do anything anymore, that he arrived too late.

that made him feel bad, angry. Not with you, but with himself, for letting Luke's words get to his head and keep him from being himself and doing what he does best. And i don't mean playing with you, but at least making his intentions clear from the start, so you don't see someone else. So you see him.

and for the first time, he gave up, decided to distance himself. Because god, it was incredibly hard to look at you and not feel the need to hold your hand, kiss you, and do whatever he wanted for so long.

every time he looks at you there's that thought, that doubt, the "what if…?", and he can't stand it.

he needs you and can't have you.

so now he's being a jerk, or at least he knows that's what everyone thinks. Including you, probably. But he prefers it this way, because he'd rather keep you away than continue hurting himself, even if it means losing everything you two had built.

now, everyone's asked. Luke, Quinn, his friends, even his parents. And he knows you're dying to know, but he just lies, shrugs, and looks away. He tries to go back to the usual Jack, but without speaking to you, and it feels so impossible.

but he prefers that to telling the truth, to telling everyone about how he feels like a loser, about how his heart and pride have been hurt by someone who may never have looked at him any differently.

he just can't do it.

it was another of your laughs that brought him out of his head. He didn't even listen to what Quinn was saying, just giving you one last look before leaving, passing by his brother and heading into the kitchen. Maybe eating something would make him feel better, or make the emptiness in his stomach go away.

although he knows it doesn't work that way. But how can he have a good time if he's not around you?

and you, oh you, you saw him immediately when he appeared in the room, feeling nervous, intimidated, and even guilty. Cole's head resting on your shoulder and his friends telling you stories that made you laugh.

you saw his expression, and you knew it was because of you, because you were even more involved in his life than before, and you wanted to run, to hide, because you didn't want him to get mad at you anymore.

and you hate it, you hate how even though you should be angry at him, and hate him for how he's made you feel, your heart still races at the sight of him, and your eyes search for him everywhere he goes. Your feet itch, wanting to walk over to him. Your fingers ache from clenching them in your palms, holding back the urge to hug him.

and it hurts, because you remember everything, because doubts return to your mind, and hope hurts and turns into a constant emptiness in your chest.

you never understood why, why he walked away, why out of nowhere he seems to hate your existence. And you tried to talk to him a thousand times, but he always manages to escape, to ignore you.

god, he can't even look at you.

and it hurts even more because you're still so in love with him, and whatever you did had you crying for nights on end, curled up in your bed while you were on the phone with Luke, asking him why.

whatever you did almost made you distance yourself from your friends because you were so upset. Everyone told you that he was in love with you, and that you'd look beautiful together, only for Jack to do this??

you even cried the night before, and you called Luke, telling him you regretted going, that you couldn't do it.

he convinced you, talked to you for almost two hours about why you should go. But all that went down the drain the second you saw him.

still, Trevor noticed, so he started telling you another story, something about how Dylan fell that morning when they were almost on their way to pick you up. That made you laugh a little, which lightened the mood a bit again.

you're grateful to have them, even with all this, because even when you got angry, they've been there for you, worrying about every detail, apologizing on Jack's behalf, trying to make you feel better, and getting closer to you so you wouldn't feel alone.

what you didn't know, though, is that they had a lot of time to talk all these weeks, trying to come to conclusions about why all this is happening, and they sort of came up with something.

now, they wanted to make a plan, and that wasn't easy, because let's be honest, we're talking about your friends, who with eleven heads don't make one, and who are looking for some… extreme solutions.

they thought about locking you two in a room, cornering Jack and forcing him to confess, intervening in very invasive ways, until they thought about... what seemed like the ideal solution.

pushing Jack to the limit.

now, what do i mean by this? well, they spent a good amount of time thinking about their theory, on how Jack probably feels rejected, or locked into the idea that you don't reciprocate his feelings, so they decided to push him to his limit, to the point where he has to confess to be at peace.

they know it's not the best option, and that besides being immature, it's also dangerous, because they know how their friend gets. But it's either that or wait for years until Jack moves on and is just a grumpy old man, without his girl and angry at all of them.

so Trevor offered to be the main enemy, because he knows he can do it, although the others also gonna collaborate, like Cole, who hasn't left your side since you entered that house, or Quinn, who will be in charge of bothering Jack every time he notices his gaze on you.

still, they have to be careful, because the idea is that you don't get suspicious, because they know that you will feel upset and embarrassed, and all the effort to make you not sad will go down the drain.

and so they spend the next few days, looking for every opportunity to be a little more affectionate, more attentive, more touchy. And you don't think anything of it at first, not too much anyway, because you think they're just trying to take care of you, since they do that every time Jack's around. But as time goes on… it starts to feel strange, a little overwhelming. Especially Trevor, who's already flirty, but now he's flirting a lot more often.

and oh Jack, he knows you're there, and he tries not to look at you, but when he hears Trevor call you, he can't help but stare, and his jaw clenches when he hears him call you pretty, or when he uses the stupid lines he's heard him use with other girls in bars in the past. And he sees the way you look at him in confusion, like you don't understand why he's flirting with you, or why he's suddenly acting like this and that makes him mad.

but he's also confused, and it gets worse with each passing day.

weren't you with Ethan? why doesn't Ethan seem affected by the way they talk to you and touch you?

what's going on?

and even though he doesn't understand, he feels furious, jealous, because he would love to be the one who makes you laugh and blush, or the one who hugs you, the one who accompanies you everywhere.

but he can't do it, so he has to hold back his urges, becoming grumpier and grumpier with each passing second. And at first, you could tell by how incredibly competitive he became with basic games, even aggressive just to win, so you could see he's better. But now? Oh, he feels like he can't even move without walking up to one of his best friends and punching them in the face.

he wants to grab you by the waist and get out of there, or kiss you, or just show them that he'd be better for you, and this spiral of thoughts is driving him crazy.

he can't even see normal conversations as normal anymore. He's obsessive, and he feels like they're flirting with you all the time.

and you? you feel more and more overwhelmed, and you don't understand what's happening, and for some reason, everyone seems to be on edge, tense, searching for something. And it seems like any minute Trevor and Jack will jump at each other's throats, or start barking at each other about something you don't know.

and it's a particular day when everything explodes, when everything seems to reach its climax.

you'd been scrolling through tiktoks all day until you came across a trend. It was innocent, funny, and you wanted to see how your friends would react to it, so you decided to try it.

you looked around until you found your first victim, Trevor.

"hey, Trev", he looked at you, smiling immediately and walking up to you. At the same time, another pair of eyes began to observe.

"yeah?"

"would you lend me 20 bucks?" you asked, smiling and blinking, trying to look innocent, even though you wanted to laugh, knowing your friend would question you and you wouldn't be able to hold back.

"of course," he answered immediately, which surprised you a little. He was still smiling.

"and 50?"

“whatever you ask of me.” for a moment you saw him glance behind you, but you were more focused on trying to think about what he was saying, trying to figure out if he was serious.

“wait, really?”

“sure, anything for you,” he said, which made you smile, satisfied with the answer.

it was then that you heard the backyard door slam shut, making you jump. The smile on Trevor's face grew even wider, and you began to wonder.

"what was that?" you asked, this time with a serious expression on your face.

however, you didn't stop to hear his answer and decided to follow your instincts, walking to the door and going outside.

Jack was sitting outside, staring at his hands, which were shaking a little.

he heard you and saw you out of the corner of his eye, so he decided to get up, ready to go back inside and not be in the same place as you.

that hurt you, but you weren't going to let him leave, not again, so you stood in front of the door.

he stood in front of you, staring at the floor and sighing heavily.

"please…"

“Jack, do you have a problem with me?” you asked directly, accidentally interrupting him.

the question made his stomach hurt, and you couldn't deny it, you felt like throwing up.

“should i?” he replied, trying to sound defensive, though failing miserably.

“you don't talk to me anymore, and i don't even know what i did.” You said, in a tone that showed exasperation, discontent. You need answers, and it's time for him to give them to you.

he sensed it, so he looked up. The impact was on both of you, because now all he wants to do is kneel and beg for your forgiveness, his heart nearly bursting out of his chest and his hands shaking unstoppably.

he'd never felt so out of control over his body and emotions, but just looking at you was enough to shatter his world and the mask he'd created for his broken heart.

and you? you felt like you could cry again. You'd missed seeing him so close, his voice toward you. God, you'd barely heard his voice these past few days, and you missed him so much.

“you didn't do anything” his voice was so soft and low that you were grateful to be close enough to hear him.

"bullshit, there has to be something" you said, a little more desperate "There has to be a reason for you to hate me." He shook his head, shocked and almost offended.

“i don't hate you, i've never hated you.”

“so what is it, Jack?” you asked, desperate "please... just tell me"

"i thought we were going to have something, and when i heard you talking to Luke… i thought you were talking about me" you tried to remember, but he kept talking "but i was wrong, and then you and Ethan…" he laughed without grace, looking back at the floor "i felt like an idiot”

“wait, Ethan? what are you talking about?” you were more than confused at the mention of your friend.

“you two started getting too close, you weren't even talking to me and..." you finally understood what he meant, and you had to clarify it now, so you interrupted him.

"no, Jack, this is where i stop you. I never had anything with him. I did spend more time with him, but it's because he had to get home before everyone else, so i wanted to take advantage of the time i had with my friend" You sighed, frustrated to know that this is part of why "i never, ever noticed you were feeling this way, and i´m really sorry"

there were a couple of seconds of silence, where you gave him space to process the information and think of a response. However, during the silence, you needed to let go of what you'd been holding in for so long.

"you need to know… that i was talking to Luke about you," you confessed, to which he quickly looked at you, eyes wide, his heart about to explode. "I've liked you for a while now, but i couldn't get too close because you pushed me away."

and oh, he feels like an idiot.

he looks at you carefully, trying to see if you're being honest, and your eyes confirm it.

"i'm sorry, i'm really sorry. I´m so stupid." He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it in frustration. You wanted to tell him so many things, confess so many things, but you didn't know where to start. And he feels horrible, and wants so much to go back in time and make things right.

all the things you imagined experiencing together. All the times he wanted to kiss you, or you wanted to kiss him, sit on his lap and enjoy being his.

and you couldn't stand it anymore. You needed to do something, and all you could come up with was a quick, needy response.

"i'm assuming you feel the same," you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling nervous. You were going to say something impulsive, but you need to do it, you need to ask him for what you've been wanting for so long "So why don't you kiss me? we can figure this out later."

and you didn't need to tell him twice because he immediately joined his mouth on yours in a desperate, intense kiss. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer to his body, while your arms wrapped around his neck.

there's still things to talk about, including the scene your friends made these past few days. But now? right now, Jack just wants to kiss you until it hurts, until you beg for some distance.

because he can't believe you're his. And now that you are, he won't let you go, he won't. He gave up once, he won't do it again.

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