#*cami

[cammiko-arts]

One of my fav parts of Lilo & Stitch (the original, none of that remake bull shit) is when Jumba and Pleakley are stalking Stitch from a great distance, watching him through a binocular-like scope-thingy that can see through the walls of the building Stitch is in. Jumba tells Pleakley to be quiet because Stitch is listening for them, and Pleakley whispers to Jumba, “How good is his hearing?”

And Stitch just INSTANTLY turns to face them. Kills me every single time.

[hinatsu]

prank calling husband!atsumu but it's literally impossible to get him mad at you bc he just adores you so, so much :3

but today?? you had the ultimate plan. the one that’d surely crack him. there was no way he wouldn’t at least get a little ticked over this one. because this man loves his truck. you’re already grinning as the phone rings, curled up on the couch with your phone pressed to your cheek, and ofc he picks up on the second ring.

“hey, sugar, whatcha need?”

you chew your lip, shoulders shaking as you try not to laugh. “honey, i—i think i did somethin’ wrong… ‘m sorry.” you throw in a pathetic little sniffle, turning your head to wipe a nonexistent tear like you’re up for an oscar.

“i ain’t never mad at ya. what’s wrong? darl’? fuck, don’t cry—”

you can hear the panic settle in. the soft shuffle of his chair. maybe even his keys already in hand. the guilt nips, sure, but the bit’s too good. you power through.

“i was just tryna surprise you… so i filled up your truck.”

you mute the phone real quick to cackle, slapping a hand over your mouth before unmuting again like nothing happened.

“i j’ used the green one! it was pretty,” you say, voice wobbling like you’re on the verge of tears. “but now the truck won’t move.. ‘m sorry baby..”

there’s a pause. a deep inhale. and then—

a sigh of... relief?? ffs. “oh, baby,” his voice is so soft you almost break again. “you damn near scared me half to death." he chuckles, voice sounding so sickeningly sweet. "it’s alright, darl’. you were just tryna help me out, yeah? s’okay. just don’t touch nothin’ else, okay? i’ll come take care of it. ‘s not your fault.”

you blink. “you’re not mad?”

he scoffs, like it was a stupid question. “are you kiddin'? ‘course not! i’d pour diesel in that truck m’self if you asked me to. shit—i’m on my way now. sit tight for me, yeah?”

you choke on a laugh. “tsumu—tsumu wait, i’m kidding—baby, i’m joking! i didn’t touch the truck!”

silence.

“…you little shit. are you doing that tiktok crap again?”

[camille-aurelie-deveraux]

What about Max dating reader who is a bit more shy? 🤭

Safe with you

It was the first race of the new season, and the paddock was already buzzing by the time Max and Yn arrived. Cameras clicked, fans waved, team members shouted greetings across garages—but all of it faded slightly as Max stepped out of the car and rounded it swiftly to open the door for Yn.

“Come on, liefje,” he said, hand already extended. “You ready?”

Yn nodded, offering him a soft smile as she took his hand and stepped out. She looked as she always did—graceful, elegant, a bit reserved. The type of presence that drew people in without needing to raise her voice. Her black sunglasses were perched perfectly on her nose, shielding her beautiful eyes from the chaos around her.

Max didn’t let go of her hand. He never did.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he whispered, leaning close. “We can go straight to hospitality.”

“I’m okay,” she whispered back, squeezing his fingers gently. “I like watching you work.”

He smiled, just slightly. “You like watching me boss everyone around?”

She smirked. “A little bit.”

As they started walking through the paddock, heads turned. Of course they did. Max, the reigning world champion, always drew attention. But lately, it was Yn who had caught the quiet affection of the paddock. She wasn’t loud. She wasn’t flashy. She didn’t post everything online or party until dawn. But she was steady, present. She remembered birthdays. She brought homemade cookies to the engineers. She always looked people in the eye when she thanked them.

And Max—well, Max was famously, visibly obsessed with her.

He never tried to hide it. Not once.

“Max!” someone called. It was Daniel, who was visiting the paddock, leaning against the McLaren wall with a coffee cup in hand. “Mate, you’re late!”

Max laughed and led Yn toward him. “I’m not late. You’re just too early.”

“I’m always early when I hear there’s a chance of seeing your girlfriend,” Daniel grinned, eyes already on Yn. “Hey, angel. You look beautiful today.”

Yn blushed, tugging lightly on Max’s sleeve before offering Daniel a shy smile. “Hi, Daniel.”

“Aw, don’t go hiding behind Max like that,” Daniel teased gently. “We’ve known each other for six years. I think that gives me friend privileges.”

“I’m not hiding,” she murmured. “I’m just standing where it’s safe.”

Max turned and raised a brow at her. “Are you saying I’m your shield?”

“Yes.”

Daniel burst out laughing. “That is the most accurate description I’ve ever heard. You should put that on a T-shirt. ‘Max Verstappen: Human Shield.’”

“I’d wear it proudly,” Max said, slipping his arm around her waist. “Anyway, we’ll see you later. I’ve got a briefing.”

Yn waved lightly at Daniel as Max led her away. As always, Max kept one eye on her while greeting others, making sure she was never overwhelmed, never too close to the media, never cornered by someone too chatty. It wasn’t that Yn was antisocial—far from it. She could hold a conversation with anyone. But it was always clear when she started getting tired. And Max? He knew the signs better than anyone.

They reached the Red Bull hospitality building, and Max opened the door for her before nodding to the team’s head of PR.

“She’ll be inside,” Max told him quietly. “No press today. She’s not feeling it.”

Yn gave him a look. “I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to,” he said with a small smile. “I know you.”

She rolled her eyes, fondly. “You’re too much sometimes.”

“And yet, you’re still with me.”

“I must be mad.”

“Six years of madness,” he agreed.

Inside, Yn settled on the couch near the back where it was quiet, while Max went off to his meetings. She liked this part of race weekends—being close but not in the way, reading her book or sipping tea while the world raced around her. The team passed by, nodding and smiling. A few stopped to talk.

“Yn! I made those cookies you liked again,” one of the engineers said, holding up a small paper bag. “Left them in the kitchen. There’s white chocolate chip this time.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, clearly touched.

“You bring him luck, you know,” the engineer added. “He’s calmer when you’re here.”

“I doubt that,” she laughed.

“No, really. Ask anyone.”

---

Later that afternoon, the paddock got louder as more drivers arrived and media started gathering. Max returned after his briefing and found Yn exactly where he’d left her, now chatting with Lando.

“She’s turning social on me,” Max joked, walking up with a teasing grin. “Should I be worried?”

Lando grinned. “Nah, she’s just being polite. I’ve been doing all the talking.”

Yn looked up at Max. “He’s been telling me about his sim setup.”

Max groaned. “He’ll talk your ears off. Come on, you need protection.”

“From Lando?” she asked, amused.

“From Lando’s voice,” Max replied, already holding out his hand. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“Bye, Lando,” she said sweetly, following Max again.

As they walked, Max noticed the way her grip on his hand tightened slightly when the press started to gather. He leaned close to her ear.

“Want me to block them off?”

She shook her head. “It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve got you,” she said. “I’m fine.”

He smiled again, that same look he always gave her—like she was the only person in the world.

They passed a group of photographers. One tried to get closer, calling out for a photo of the two of them. Max stopped.

“She doesn’t want pictures right now,” he said firmly.

“No worries, just one—”

“I said no.”

The tone was calm, but unmistakably final. The photographer backed off, and Max guided Yn toward the garages.

She looked up at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I did.”

“You’re too protective sometimes.”

“I’ll never apologize for keeping you comfortable,” he said simply. “You deserve to feel safe.”

There was a pause before she spoke again. “Thank you.”

He leaned down and kissed her temple. “Always.”

---

The rest of the day passed in a blur of meetings, media, team briefings, and garage prep. Yn stayed close but not intrusive, always just nearby. Max checked in every hour. Made sure she had water. Made sure she ate. Made sure no one talked her ear off.

At one point, Pierre walked by and spotted them sitting on a bench near the paddock fountain. Max had one arm slung over the backrest, legs stretched out like he owned the place, while Yn was sitting quietly beside him, her head on his shoulder.

“Well, well, well,” Pierre said, stepping into view. “If it isn’t the power couple.”

Yn lifted her head. “Hi, Pierre.”

“Hi, gorgeous. You look like you just stepped out of a Vogue spread.”

“She always does,” Max said proudly.

Pierre smirked. “You’re still the biggest simp in the paddock.”

“Not ashamed,” Max shrugged. “What’s your point?”

Pierre turned to Yn. “Does it ever get annoying?”

“No,” she said with a little smile. “I like that he loves me loudly.”

Max grinned and pulled her closer. “See? She gets it.”

Pierre chuckled. “Alright, alright. You win. I’m off to steal snacks from hospitality.”

As he left, Max looked at Yn. “You okay?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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Hello my lovely reader. I hope you all enjoyed this piece of work. Let me know what you think and send some requests.

-Cami🐦🧊⛲️🌊

[person25]

You’re my favorite character “i can ship you with almost anyone.”

vs.

You’re my favorite character “i can only ship you with one person/no person”

[spinji]

Thank you for everything, Kohei Horikoshi

[percabething]

Reading the same fanfic every 5 hours

[twospiritstooprideful]

Gender, Sexuality, Romantic Attraction Tagging Game

How do: You put your gender, sexuality, and romantic attraction down with a line break between them—but, here's the catch, don't use any labels! So, for example, this, "Gender? Agender Sexuality? Lesbian Romantic Attraction? Demiromantic" would be this: "Gender? I hardly know 'er! Sexuality? Girl-kisser Romantic Attraction? My friends, I think"

So, here's mine!

Gender? Yours, fool Sexuality? Yes Romantic Attraction? Only if I know you well enough

TAGS (under the cut, and don't feel obligated to do it!) (and obviously those who I have not tagged can participate too)

@bassguitarinablackt-shirt @gloriousvermin @midnight-thedyke @littlebookworm69 @runwiththerain @cybercerealkiller @ishouldsleepbut @ssavinggrace @i-love-your-father @us-costco-official @scifikode @i-am-an-arson-enthusiast

[wasabi-gumdrop]

neon glory squad 💖

[kalofi]

the amazing miss illusion and fem krbk

[mzhydes-funtimes]

I havent played final fantasy 7 before is force fem cloud strife canon or is Magic the Gathering just leading me on?

[hinatsu]

gimmie a drabble on sub!virgin!armin having sex for the first time with gf!reader 😛😛

an. ᡴꪫ ask and u shall receive :3 i got a little carried away oopsie (req me here im desperate)

your lips trail over the freckles scattered along his collarbone, warm and lazy, like you’ve got all the time in the world. your hand holds him gently by the neck, thumb brushing just under his jaw as you guide the tip of his cock to your pussy, thick virgin cock splitting you open, and he’s already breathless before you even fully bottom out.

and when you finally take him all the way in—when he’s buried to the hilt, hot and twitching inside you, his back arches off the bed, mouth falling open with a loud helpless moan, head rolling back against the pillow.

“ohmygod, f-fuck… i—” he gasps, voice cracking, hands flying to your waist like he needs to hold onto something real. like he needs you. he’s trembling under you, chest rising and falling fast, eyes blown so wide they barely look blue anymore. he forces himself to look at you, even if it’s overwhelming, he needs to watch the way you take him like you were made for it.

“you feel so good,” he whines, hips stuttering up into yours, messy and eager and completely wrecked. “'s too good—can’t fuckin' think—baby,—”

his hands are everywhere now, gripping, sliding, searching. one on your thigh, one splayed over your lower back, trying to keep you close, trying to memorize the shape of you. his head tips forward, forehead resting against your shoulder as he chokes out another sound, high and broken.

“please,” he breathes, so soft you almost miss it. “please don’t stop. need it, need you to fuck me, oh god,”

you shush him gently, nails dragging lightly down his spine, and he whimpers into your skin like he might fall apart just from that.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” you murmur, guiding his hips with yours “so perfect for me.”

his eyes fucking cross, he's moaning so shamelessly, he's pink all over, he can't control it.

“i love you, love you so much, i’m close—” the words fall out in a frantic gasp as he suddenly pulls you down to him, flipping you onto your back so fast it knocks the air out of your lungs. you barely register the sheets beneath you before he’s on top, rutting into you with messy, desperate thrusts.

he doesn’t know how to use his dick yet—doesn’t need to. it’s raw fucking instinct now, driven by how warm you feel, how tight you are, how pretty your face looks beneath him.

“‘m sorry,” he whimpers, voice shaking as he leans in close, breath hot against your cheek. “don’t know how t’ make it last—f-feels too good, can’t stop—”

and neither can you.

your back arches, fingers digging into his shoulders as the angle shifts, the head of his cock catching just right—deep and eager and so sloppy but perfect. you’re right there with him, pleasure curling up your spine, your thighs trembling.

“armin,” you gasp, jaw going slack as you clutch him tighter, “fuck—‘m gonna cum!”"

“look at me,” he begs, cupping your cheek like he needs to see you fall apart with him. “please, wanna see you,wanna cum with you, please—”

your eyes lock with his, pussy clenching around him as you cum, hips bucking up into his in shaky, stuttering pulses.

he falls apart the second he feels you tighten, crying out your name like it’s a prayer, like it’s the only word he’s ever known. his cock throbs inside you as he cums, thick globs of seed stuffing you impossibly full.

“ooh—oh my go—” he whines, voice cracking, “thank you, thank you!"

he’s still trembling when he slumps forward, face buried into the crook of your neck.

you blink once. then twice. still dazed. "babe... are you sure you were a virgin?"

[camille-aurelie-deveraux]

Hello love. Could I please request Kimi being in love with Lewis little sister. And he is like really gentleman-y around her. Could Yn please be obvious about this whole thing? Lewis thinks the whole thing is very cute but also amusing.

Cute Italian Guy

The Italian sun was unforgiving that Friday in Monza, drenching the paddock in golden heat and restless anticipation. The 2025 season was as dramatic as it was historic: Lewis was now wearing red for Ferrari, Kimi had shockingly moved to Mercedes, and Carlos was leading Williams with sheer determination.

But the hottest topic in the paddock wasn’t team strategy or tire wear.

It was Kimi Antonelli’s undeniable, head-over-heels affection for Lewis’ younger sister, Yn.

Just turned eighteen, Yn was still getting used to the whirlwind of attention that came with being part of the F1 world. She wasn’t a driver or a celebrity, but somehow, she had become the center of Kimi’s world. And, if everyone else was being honest, theirs too. Watching the normally calm and calculated Kimi transform into a flustered gentleman around her was their favorite new pastime.

"Here, let me carry that for you," Kimi said, appearing by her side the moment she stepped out of the Ferrari hospitality unit, a large tote over her shoulder.

Yn blinked. "Oh, it’s okay, I—"

"Please," he added quickly, taking the bag before she could protest further. "It’s far too heavy for you."

Yn smiled, a soft blush rising to her cheeks. "It just has a water bottle and sunscreen."

"Even so," he said with a slight bow of his head.

Behind them, Lewis leaned against a pillar, sipping his espresso, watching with a smirk.

"You think he realizes he’s acting like a Jane Austen character or something?" Charles murmured beside him.

"Nah," Lewis chuckled. "He’s in too deep. It’s adorable."

Kimi, oblivious to the onlookers, adjusted the strap of the tote over his shoulder. "Would you like something to drink, Yn? I can grab something cold. Lemon water, maybe?"

"I’m okay for now," she said, flustered. "Thank you, though. That’s really sweet."

"Of course," Kimi said with a soft smile. "You deserve sweetness."

Yn looked like she might combust on the spot.

"Someone call race control," Lando quipped from a few meters away. "That girl’s overheating."

Carlos laughed, shaking his head. "If he pulls out a poem next, I’m gone."

---

It wasn’t just a one-time thing. It was every day.

When it rained in Zandvoort, Kimi was there holding the umbrella over Yn’s head, despite soaking himself in the process.

"You’re getting drenched," Yn said worriedly, looking up at him.

"Doesn’t matter," he said, his voice warm and calm. "You shouldn’t get cold."

He always opened doors, pulled out chairs, stood when she entered a room. He remembered what she liked: strawberries, those lavender-scented wipes she always kept in her bag, the kind of music that helped her sleep. And he never, not once, made her feel awkward about it.

Yn, on the other hand, had no idea how to handle it.

"He... offered me his hoodie the other day just because I sneezed once," she whispered to George in the Mercedes garage.

George grinned. "And did you take it?"

"Of course I did! But then I walked around smelling like cedarwood and... whatever cologne he wears. It was distracting."

"Sounds tragic."

"It is!"

Across the garage, Kimi caught her eye and smiled. Yn instantly looked down.

---

In Singapore, things hit a new high.

The heat was unbearable, and Yn had foolishly worn jeans. Kimi noticed her discomfort instantly.

"You’re not feeling well," he said, concern lacing his words.

"I’m fine," she replied, clearly not.

Without asking, he disappeared for five minutes and returned with a small fan, a cool towel, and a chilled bottle of sparkling water.

"Seriously, are you part butler or something?" Oscar teased as Kimi knelt beside Yn, helping her cool down.

"Just someone who cares," Kimi answered simply.

Yn didn’t say a word, just looked at him with wide, confused eyes.

"Why do you do all this?" she asked later, when they were alone, sitting in a quiet corner of the hospitality suite.

Kimi looked thoughtful. "Because you’re kind. And beautiful. And you make my heart race more than any car ever could."

She stared at him, stunned. "You’ve actually said that out loud before, haven’t you?"

He chuckled. "To my mirror."

"Oh my God."

---

Back in Monza, during the Sunday race, Yn sat in the Ferrari garage beside her brother. The noise was deafening, the atmosphere electric.

"He brought you coffee again," Lewis said casually.

"It’s vanilla and oat milk," Yn murmured. "How does he even remember these things?"

"Because he’s in love with you, darling," Lewis said, nudging her. "And you’re clearly into him too."

Yn looked down at the cup. "It’s just... weird. I’m not used to people being... like this. Nice."

"Kimi’s not just nice. He’s sincere."

"I don’t know what to do."

"Maybe just... smile at him. Say thank you. Let him carry your bag and open doors."

"You mean... let him keep being a walking romance novel?"

"Exactly."

---

After the race, where Kimi placed second, he found Yn in the Mercedes motorhome garden, reading under a tree.

"Hey," he said, brushing some dirt from his suit.

"Congratulations," she said, smiling.

"Thank you." He paused, then sat down beside her, close but not too close. "I wanted to ask if... maybe you'd like to go for a walk with me sometime. When the weekend's over."

Yn looked at him, her heart hammering. "Like a date?"

He nodded. "Only if you want to."

She nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes, I want to."

Kimi grinned.

From across the garden, Max leaned toward Lando. "We owe George twenty bucks."

"I said they'd kiss next week, not this one."

---

On their first walk together in Milan, Kimi brought her a single daisy. "I didn't want to be too cliché," he said.

Yn took it, grinning. "You are a living cliché, Kimi. But I like it."

He offered her his arm. "Shall we, m'lady?"

She giggled. "God, you're hopeless."

He smiled. "Only for you."

And somewhere, back in the paddock, a dozen drivers were already plotting how to tease them at the next Grand Prix.

But none of that mattered.

Because Yn was smiling, and Kimi was the reason.

And Lewis? He couldn’t be happier to watch it all unfold.

"Just... treat her right," he had told Kimi the week before.

"Always," Kimi had promised.

So far, he was keeping his word.

And then some.

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Hello, my lovely reader! I hope you enjoyed reading this little piece of mine. Anyways, my requests are always open for you, and don't hesitate to message me!

Cami🇮🇹🇬🇧

[hold-fast-and-rise]

Cami Romero

[aashwarr]

the twin's graduation presents. 🏁

[saltysstamps]

fman122 was my herobrine - F2U

[camiisshifting]

me: oh man i really dont wanna do this thing tmrw

the mysterious (normal) and elusive (easy) thing known as shifting: hey