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oh my god.

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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HELLO???

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there’s just something about kimi antonelli… like i want to put him in my pocket but at the same time i need him to fuck me

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Will you continue your Lando, “no im not in love” even with the new Kimi series?

yess!! working on the new chapter as we speak

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chapter one of my kimi antonelli fanfic

the rest will be posted on wattpad only

LET IT HAPPEN on wattpad now! @mywritersmind

JULIETTE LILLIS

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Turns out, rolling a huge suitcase across cobblestone is not easy.

You would think I would see this coming. But as I walk blindly down a little street, I’m constantly reminded of my poor packing choice.

I come out of yet another street with a dead end, about to cry from confusion and heat exhaustion, when I hear a voice. “Excuse me!”

Everyone I have encountered today has been rude, scammers, or only fluent in Italian, so I shake my head and keep walking. “Sorry no- I’m looking to buy anything.”

The voice comes again, this time in a cool italian accent and speaking something I recognize. “Ah, no I didn’t-”

I whip my head around, my eyes landing on the boy that’s approaching me carefully. “You speak English?” He looks about my age at first glance, something that I’m too tired to care about. “Fucking finally! Can you help me find this address?” He looks at me funny, tilting his head a bit, his dark curls falling in his face with the movement.

For a second, I’m scared I mistook his words for English. God am I going so crazy that I’m starting to understand Italian?

He doesn’t say anything still so I point to his bag, a mesh fabric filled with some sort of peach. “I’ll buy like fifteen of whatever you’re selling! Please!”

He surprised me then. His lips curl into an almost amused smile, nodding at me. “I can help.” He takes the paper from my hand, something I scribbled down quickly before I got out of the taxi. He doesn’t even look around before saying, “It’s just around the corner.”

I scoff, “Great, so my taxi was at least close!”

“Cars can’t come up this way.” He says casually, eyeing my bag, “Do you need help?”

I blink, my first thought is that he might try to take it. He’s taller than me, obviously stronger too, but something about his face screams pure intentions. I still stick with what my parents have drilled into me about being in a foreign country. “No. I’m okay.”

He nods and starts leading the way, slowing his walk when he notices me struggling. “You’re visiting?”

“Clearly.” I let out a dry laugh, motioning to my suitcase.

“From America?” He asks again.

I frown, “Is it that obvious?”

He smirks, looking away from me as I watch his shoulders shrug, “The accent usually gives tourists away.” I’m so pulled in by his accent that I don’t even clock the tourist bit until seconds after.

“Woah- I am not a tourist! I grew up here, thank you.” I might be visiting but I am no tourist.

His brow raises, “Oh, did you now?”

“Every summer from two to seven.” I yank my bag that’s stuck on a loose cobblestone, my nose high in the air as I try not to fall down this hill.

He nods, laughing a bit again and making me even more annoyed, “Alright then.” He must clock my phone that sits in my front pocket, “Can I ask why you didn’t call whoever you’re staying with?”

“My phone died because apparently chargers are different in Italy!” He bites his lip- looking like he’s trying to contain a laugh, “Oh shut up, you have no clue the day I’ve had.”

“Sorry… I can imagine.” He glances at my hair, my braids half undone and frizzy from the flight. When he turns away from me, I attempt to flatten them quickly. He points ahead, “Here we are.”

I sigh, my legs are aching and my arms are tired, but this… might have been worth it. Looking up at the familiar-ish house in front of me, I turn to him again, wanting to get inside quickly. “How much do you want?” I grab my wallet from my bag, “I’ve only got american dollars but-“

“Keep it.”

I look up suddenly, surprised. “I don’t want to like, owe you- or anything.”

“Don’t worry about it. Really, you made me laugh. That’s all I need.” Okay… maybe America really is different from Italy.

“Right.” I slide my wallet back into my bag, “Happy I could make you smile with my suffering.”

“Oh my girl!” I hear a voice say. We both look up to see my grandmother almost falling out of a window to wave. Her hair is long and grey, flowing in the cool breeze and kissing the flowers below her that I swear bloom bigger every time she smiles.

The second she goes back into the room, the boy next to me starts again, “Maybe, I’ll see you around, America.”

The nickname makes me go to say something but I shut my mouth when I realize I have no response for that. He’s hurrying down the hill in seconds and just when he disappears around the corner, the door behind me opens.

“Ah, my Juliette!” My grandmother comes running out looking like an angel. She hugs me immediately, the flowy white fabric engulfs both of us when the breeze picks up, “I am so happy you’re here! Come! Come!”

Her voice is soothing, something I’m used to hearing on the phone once a year but makes me smile just the same.

“Lette.” I melt into her hug. She always hated the thought of being so old that she would be called ‘nona’ so she settled on Lette instead, a hint at her full name Nicolette which she also hated. She goes by Nico to everyone but my mom, sister, and I and would threaten me with the wooden spoon if I called her anything else.

She practically drags me inside, grabbing my bag with impressive strength, and dropping it in the foyer.

“Who was that you were with?” She asks as I look around, a bit shocked at how much I remember from this place.

The foyer is open with large windows and a staircase swirling upwards. Pictures line the white walls but I don’t get a chance to look at them before she pulls me into the bright kitchen.

“Some boy who helped me here.” I shake my head, still a bit dizzy and almost drooling at the charcuterie that sits on the wooden table, “I thought you knew everyone here.”

She pops a piece of cheese into her mouth, “My eyes aren’t what they used to be.”

“You recognized me.” I smile, genuinely enjoying my whirlwind of an entrance.

She smiles, walking closer to me and pressing her hands to my face. “I’d know that voice anywhere.”

Something about the way she says it makes my heart squeeze.

“Tell me, Tell me!” He pats my face, her wrinkled hands that are covered in rings make me want to cry. She really hasn’t changed a bit. “How was your flight?”

I tell her about my travel day, my taxi, my phone issue, the boy who found me clueless and almost crying.

She compliments my home made hoodie and my hair. Her house smells like honey and fresh bread and I’m again overwhelmed with the change in my life.

A part of me misses my friends, my routine, even my pilates class. But then I catch a glimpse of the ocean through her window and realize that it’s different here for a reason.

Her voice softens, her hand on mine as her light blue eyes meet my green ones. “I know this wasn’t your first choice. But I’m glad you’re here.”

I try to talk but am cut off by my own mouth drying. I take a breath, smiling. “I heard you have a pool.”

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I get the grand tour after devouring cheese and meat with a glass of lemonade that Gigi made herself. The house is smaller than I remember, but still larger than most. She’s lived in this small town on the coast of Italy for over fifty years, growing up in bologna and moving here to a more quiet life that she makes so interesting.

She brings me to my room, the same one I stayed in as a kid with my sister.

Now there’s only one bed, the walls an aged sort of light pink that contrast the bright blue sheets. There’s a desk in the corner that houses a dusty sewing machine and a chair that when I sit in it, one of the legs snaps under me. “Oh!” Gigi laughs, swatting me away as she drags the chair to the door, “We will go shopping tomorrow! No one has stayed here in years.” This makes me frown, knowing that I was supposed to occupy this room every year.

I lose my train of thought when I catch the view in the huge window that swings open and leads to the roof. The ocean and sky are bright, different shades of blue that are decorated by boats and people in bright swimsuits. There are houses all around us, all different colors and sizes that are accessorized with clothing that hang on string, fruit trees, and the unmistakable sounds of laughter.

A pool sits below, unused but clean as ever. The memories of my sister, Thena, and I splashing around float back to me, remembering how my parents looked holding hands on the two tanning chairs while watching us.

Thena and I would pick fruit off the trees and dare the son of my parents’ friends to eat the skin. The three of us would run around, Thena bossing the two of us around like the good older sister she is.

I want to smile, want to be the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m lucky, after all. Who else gets to spend two months of summer with their grandma in Italy?

“Extra blankets are in here.” Lette opens a door, a clean closet shining back at me, “I’m making pasta tonight and invited someone but I’ll cancel if you’d like.”

I smile softly, sitting on my new bed, “I kinda want it to just be us.”

She nods and floats out of the room like a princess. My smile fades as she goes, laying back on my bed and staring up at the light up stars I stuck to the ceiling when I was younger.

I don’t really want anyone to join us on our dinners ever, but I know my Lette. I know how outgoing and welcoming she is. If she wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here today.

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guys… it’s happening.

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Hi i cabt find teh lando fic avoidance

here she is!! https://www.tumblr.com/mywritersmind/785380828014329856/avoidance-ln4-summary-lando-cant-help-but

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You have the perfect opportunity to write Kimi smut with his podium now. Like him coming back home after the weekend and you just want to show how proud you are of him and what he did.

hehehehe i did it https://www.tumblr.com/mywritersmind/786572581071388672/congratulations-ka12-summary-kimi-cant

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CONGRATULATIONS - KA12

summary : kimi cant celebrate like everyone else due to his final exams so you make it up to him on the plane

listen up : SMUT!!!! ride em cowgirl. lol sorry i hope u like. use of y/n. mile high club. public sex. unprotected!!

words : 1081

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Kimi didn’t get to properly celebrate his podium finish. P3 and all he got was champagne poured over his head in a country where it’s illegal for him to drink.

He was so happy still, ready to fly back to finish his year off with finals. He’s even happier that you’re here.

You fly private with Max and George, both dead asleep across the plane after drinking and playing cards for two hours straight.

You watch him, watch how his jaw tenses, watch how his eyes track the hazy dark clouds passing. “Kimi.” You say softly, drifting your hand to his thigh.

“Yes, love?” He turns his head, smiling at you in the loving way he always does.

“I’m so proud of you.” His smile fades when your hand inches up his thigh, drifting over his clothed dick and staying there.

“I- Thanks?” He looks down, then back at you, something flashing in his eyes. You feel him twitch twitch under your hand.

You lean in to kiss him, his lips ready but you pull away at the last second, whispering, “Let me show you how proud I am.” before moving your hand farther down, palming him.

“But we’re- I mean… now?” He stutters before you close the gap and kiss him, your hand finding the waistband of his sweats and slipping under. “Y/n.” It’s practically a whimper, his big brown eyes boring into yours.

“You want me to stop?” You ask it while stroking his cock slowly, the length growing harder under your touch.

Kimi shakes his head, his mouth parted as he glances to George and Max, both sleeping like princesses with eye masks over their faces. “You sure?”

You nod, grinning as he bites his lip. Kimi’s shy in public, but when it comes to sex and you, he knows what he wants.

“Gotta be real quiet…” You say into his ear, speeding up your hand as your finger runs over his tip. The bit of pre cum makes you smile, kissing his neck as he lets out a soft breath.

When you wrap your hand around him fully, he sucks in a breath. “Y/n.” He says quickly, his lips on yours in seconds. He’s taken at least two showers but you swear he still tastes like champagne.

You press your own legs together as he grows from your touch, his hand finding your waist only to slide down to your ass.

Kimi pulls you onto his lap with ease, his pure strength making you grind against him. You look down at him, his face dark from the lack of lights but his eyes still reek of need.

You take your hand off him when his hands squeeze your ass, moving your body to grind against him again. “Did so good today.” You whisper in his ear as his lips find your neck, “Mark me up all you want…”

He grips you tighter, making you smile and lean into him. “You looked so hot on the podium.” You keep going, your hips moving back and forth as he kisses your neck, “All wet and dripping.”

“Let me fuck you.” He practically moans, his eyes big as his hands already tug at your shorts.

You make quick work of his sweats, pulling them down just enough so his dick can spring free. He tugs your underwear to the side, taking a moment to smirk at the black and teal lace.

“So perfect for me.” He whispers, pulling you closer so kiss you again. His lips are hot and practically swollen already, matching the feeling of his fingers as they slip into you.

You nod, biting back a moan and squeezing your eyes shut, “Please.” You whine at the quick loss of his fingers.

Kimi grins wildly, his eyes stuck on where you two meet, his dick pushing into you. You do everything to not scream.

Gripping the seat, and his shirt, you drop your head to his shoulder, wanting to kiss him but knowing that if you let him part your lips with his tongue, you won’t be able to hold it in.

The familiar stretch makes him lean his head back onto the leather. When his lips slip open in an erotic gasp, you slap your hand over his face.

You can feel his fucking smirk behind your hand. His eyes watching you as his hands hold your waist, moving you up and down slowly like some kind of spectacle.

You sit up straight, arching your back at the feeling of him in you. You lick your lips, Kimi’s eyes so locked on you that you speed up the pace.

The seatbelt sign dings above you, making you even wetter remembering that you’re on a fucking private jet.

His hand slips under your shirt, grabbing your tit and running his thumb over your nipple. You drop your hand from his mouth when he hits just the right spot, a moan slipping out.

“Gotta be quiet, huh?” He mocks you, grabbing the back of your neck to kiss you. He’s harsh and rough; even when you’re taking your time grinding on top of him.

He pulls away and grins suddenly, eyeing your neck and smoothing his thumb over your skin where a mark no doubt sits.

Your mouth parts open in a silent moan, your body hot and reaching its peak as Kimi watches your tits bounce in front of him.

“Best prize ever…” He whispers, slipping his hand over your mouth as you cum together. He cums in you, something reckless and practiced. He’s laughing by the time your breathing slows, still sat on top of him.

You shake your head as he helps you off him, looking down at the mess you’ve made.

Kimi cleans your thighs off with a plane napkin while kissing your collarbone softly. Pulling up your pants, you feel him leak out of you and smile.

He didn’t get off so easy, white liquid soaks the front of Kimi’s sweats, something he tries desperately to get off.

You slouch in the seat next to him, cockdrunk and warm. His curls fall into his face as he pulls his pants up, the mess in front hard to miss. Turning to you, his mouth pulls in a straight line, “You’re standing in front of me the whole way to the car.”

You just laugh and pull him in by the collar of his hoodie, kissing him again.

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ALRIGHT help me pick a name for my female oc in my kimi antonelli summer romance fic

also she’s italian and greek so if u have more traditional names pls comment!!

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in the mood to write kimi antonelli smut. any ideas?

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so what about an italian summer romance kimi antonelli fan fic with italian grandparents, finding yourself, and childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers (the only issue is i have no real plot)

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a taste of my lando norris fanfic

no im not in love on wattpad

smut!!! 18+ (from chapter 32)

“I hate you." I seethe.

He nods his head a bit, his eyes locked on mine with his jaw tense, "Prove it."

I grab him by the neck and kiss him.

His hands are on my waist quickly, pulling me in and practically devouring me. We're both pissed yet I can't think of a reason why not to do this. I feel like I'm on fire and Lando isn't water, but wind. He grips my hips like he's trying to prove something, kissing me hard.

My towel drops to the grass and sometime between us kissing and Lando pulling his shirt off, so do we. He uses his knee to part my legs, giving me something to grind against as his hand goes to my bikini top. Fuck.

Lando's quick and he knows me- knows my body, too well.

The moon lets me make out his body in cruel flashes of taut skin but I still chose to explore him with my hands. His lips go to my neck, making me groan.

I bite my lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he knows he can drag out of me. When he kisses my lips again, I can't stop myself. His breath is hot against me, his hand slipping to my wet bikini bottoms, tugging them off his ease. He watches me while adding a finger, watching the way my head falls back and my mouth fall open.

His hand- god I love his big fucking hands. His thick fingers stretch me open, finding my clit harshly. I squirm under him, trying to grab his hand but failing when he grabs both of my wrists and pins them over my head. He holds my wrists with one hand, making me moan just at the hold he has over me.

He loves it. Revels in it- even.

I whine, wanting him to stop teasing, "C'mon." I mumble, my hair catching in the grass.

Lando smirks, "C'mon what? Say it." He plants wet kisses down my neck- to my chest. His lips circle my nipple, bringing out another whimper.

"You're fucking evil." I gasp when his fingers curl in me, the pleasure ripping through me and making me moan, "Just- fuck me!

"Just?" He pouts, "Try again, love." I'm going to kill him.

I tug his hair, pulling him back to me as his lips crash against mine again. I push myself into his hand, his breath quickening against my own. "Ruin me." I mumble between sloppy kisses, his hand leaving me and finding my waist. I can feel my own wetness against my skin as he pulls his shorts off.

Lando Norris on top of me in an italian garden- hard and dripping for me already. Now that is a sight I needed to see.

My hand goes to his dick, kissing him again as he pulls me closer, grabbing my ass. He shoves me back onto the grass, his hand pushing my neck down as he lines up to me. Lando doesn't wait, just pushes into me as we both moan.

The stretch makes me throw my head back. Gripping the grass, Lando's bicep, his hair- I try for anything. Lando doesn't just fuck with his cock- his whole body fulfills my needs. His biceps tense, bracing himself next to my head as his chest rises over me.

He picks up his pace almost immediately. My body trembles beneath him, my thighs trying to press together. I claw at his skin, needing him closer even as he plunges roughly in and out of me. He mutters a swear word, my breath hitching at every thrust. Our skin slaps against each other, our lips meeting again. I can barely kiss back, my body hot and needy.

I throw my leg around his waist, needing him deeper- harder. He does just that. Lando fucks me into the grass, the towel and nature against my back as moans float over me. The sound makes me feel like I could go forever and when his hand meets my hair- I know I could.

I put my hand over my mouth, quieting myself only for it to be ripped off by Lando who mumbles against my neck, "Let me hear you."

I can't even see him completely but that doesn't matter because he makes me feel him everywhere. "Fuck." I slip out, not expecting him to switch positions with me.

Lando falls onto his back, pulling me over him by just his hands on my ass. I groan immediately at the change, my legs bending beneath me as he slaps my ass. I sink down on his cock, my head going back forcefully by his hand in my hair.

My back arches when he bottoms out, making his moan loudly into the air that shares my sounds. His grip on my hair makes me grind into him- the pleasure so complete as my thighs tremble.

I watch him lick his lips, his eyes moving up and down as I bounce on him, cockdrunk. I grind on him again, making him pull my hair back harder to correct me.

I whine as Lando's hands meet my ass again, helping me move on him. The familiar feeling of my body slowing and gripping onto the last bits of pleasure I can runs through me.

"A fucking mess for me." He says, slapping my ass before tugging at my hair again. I know he means to do it- finishing me off with a reminder of why we find ourselves like this so often.

"I hate you." I bite out, my hands on his chest as my high peaks and my head falls back. I cum in a slow release of relief and hot fulfillment, his thick length still in me as I slow.

The second I meet his eyes again, he pulls me off him, turning to the side and cumming on my thighs with a final groan.

My body is hot and I realize the air has turned cold in our moment. The blood in my ears pound as Lando and I's breathing slows. I can feel him sliding down my leg, the hot liquid a product of anger and pure need. Lando shifts next to me and I zone in on the stars above, my body aching for him still.

Lando swallows, the air heavy with tension still. "I'm sorry." I don't look at him because I know he's looking at me.

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and what if i said i want to write a kimi antonelli italian summer romance full fanfic

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i’m horrible at writing fight scenes bc i don’t even fight with people irl🤡🤡🤡🤡 how do i make him say smt rude without being a complete douche