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paring: sebastian vettel x fem!singer!reader summary: pilots should learn not to comment on their favorite artists . . . or maybe this is their tactic to get what they want writer: the oldest thing in my drafts, it clearly had to be my first passion in formula 1, one of the reasons I liked watching it, listening to Florence + The Machine, I just wanted to leave my love for sebs on record

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yourusername I came for the pleasure, but I stay for the pain . . . New album DANCE FEVER. Out April 19 💙

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yournameupdate MOTHER IS BACK!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL

ynlnthinker EVERYBODY AND THEIR CHILD FREAKING RIGHT NOW

ynlnandthesiix not her coming back after years with new music and pretending to be normal

vettelchild somebody please check on sebs, i think the man is dead right about now

leclerccough just saw sebastian vettel himself in the likes, she posted it like 2 min ago???

patitowifey father is a hardcore fan just like us fr carlandomind I didn't even know he had Instagram??? pastryf2piastri pretty sure is a fanpage, there is nothing published yet

yournamecuunt Rumors of her divorce emerged in 2020 and she disappeared from the map and now appears with an album out of nowhere

andthesixburner queen behaviour???

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lovingwags New wag in the paddock?

seen at the Australian GP with some friends and members of the band that makes up her shows and team, yn ln was present at the Australian GP, ​​we cannot confirm which garage she was in, but I think we all have a certain hope of one in specific ( Sebastian please makes us proud

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strollmothering That one blueyfever on twitter beign right all along

blueyfever OF COURSE I FCKING WAS formulaonfacts CAN'T FREAKING BELIEVE IT

ynthinker SCREAMING, CRYING AND THROWING UUUP

minivettel5 This woman is a freaking goddess

vettelhamm Sebastian must be just killing himself right about now

33tororoso Do we, Sebastian Vettel's children, finally have a mother?

maziemillian Isn't he like . . . married? blueyfever yeah! to her!!!! formulaonfacts okay grandma let's get you back to bed

whatamaxemmil I can't wait for blueyfever to be right

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yourusername for years and years the words you didn't let me write suffocated me, the art you never let me see blinded me, the places you left me humiliated me, but finally my Graceland gained a different meaning and I'm no longer stuck in the bathroom with the same headache, everything you wanted from me didn't belong to you and I finally found someone who would give me the pen and not cut out my tongue, all my love, my affection, my future and my choices belong to him.

Because of him I have Dance Fever every night.

DANCE FEVER is yours to listen now.

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yournameupdate OMG IS THAT????

ynlnthinker THAT IS SEBASTIAN VETTEL HIMSELF

vettelmemes OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

vettelchild WHAT DOES THIS MEAAAAAAN

formulaonfacts BLUEY WAS RIGHT WT???

lecfosi BLUEY THE OLDER WISER SIBLING charles_leclerc no? that would be me maxverstappen1 you are neither charles_leclerc I am her favorite lance_stroll keep dreaming

yournamecuunt the grid competing more for her mother's love than for the world championship

georgerussell63 You haven't seen them in person.

sebastianvettel posted a new video.

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yourusername It's been three years and a pandemic of an intense creative process, four years of silently recording every movement of my life until dance fever came to me and was finally delivered to you, four years surrounded by incredible people, and as a thank you for me Wait patiently over the last four years, I'll be sharing a little of what I've been going through.

the Dance Fever bts is now on YouTube, I'm sorry for the length, it's been four years of recording.

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charles_leclerc it's 2 in the mornig

yourusername and why aren't you sleeping, pretty sure already put you in bed?

maxverstappen1 I just stopped my sim race to watch something I basically live? yeah

vettelchild my god the amount of content from yn and sebastian, now I have diabetes and i'm still at 2019, they weren't even dating

lecsainzfosi wait . . . WHAT?

lance_stroll I will assume you got to 2020 and 2021 charles_leclerc often sleep on the sofa in their house during these landonorris you and practically everyone on the grid, even Lewlew charles_leclerc yeah but i am her favorite lance_stroll still on this?

yournamecuunt Now that you are intertwined in the world of F1, do you think Lance should just leave?

yourusername Hell no, that is my child, giving my life for him to be happy, never did anything wrong, will never do , everyone who complains about him just wants to make noise and distractions and isn't worrying about the race tsunodaaaa on my way to make a fanpage for this mother and son duo

The soft tendrils of dawn's first light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow upon the tranquil morning. Sebastian, now retired from the racing circuit, still grappled with the novelty of no longer being tethered to the demanding schedules of tracks worldwide. Yet, awakening beside his wife, cocooned in the serenity of their home, provided a deeply soothing sense of contentment.

As Sebastian nestled closer to his beloved, he could feel her gentle warmth radiating beside him. She slept peacefully, her worries and the frenetic pace of everyday life momentarily suspended. Ever since Bee came into their lives, their nights had become a balancing act between tending to their child's needs and stealing moments of rest. But on this particular night, they had slept deeply, as though replenishing themselves from an extended bout of weariness.

Her locks cascaded like silken waves over the pillow, delicately shrouding her serene countenance. The soft curves of her features bespoke the tranquility she had discovered in that fleeting moment of repose. A fond smile tugged at Sebastian's lips as he recalled the countless nights spent awake with her, cradling her in his arms as she delved into the depths of her creative musings. The restorative embrace of a full night's sleep had invigorated Sebastian. He savored a newfound sense of peace and autonomy, a luxury he hadn't known since bidding farewell to the adrenaline-fueled world of racing. Now, he could devote more of himself to his growing family, witnessing Bee's milestones and relishing in the simple joys of marital companionship.

As the world beyond their bedroom gradually stirred to life, the couple remained ensconced in their private sanctuary. Yet, the tranquil ambiance was momentarily shattered by the soft whimper of Bee, captured by the electronic monitor stationed nearby. With a reluctant sigh, Sebastian's wife stirred beside him, bidding farewell to the depths of slumber.

"Sebastian, your daughter wake up . . .", she groaned, as Bee's gentle cry pierced the stillness of the morning, the woman instinctively buried her face into her husband's chest, seeking refuge from the beckoning call of their daughter. Her soft sobs muffled against the warmth of his embrace, a silent plea for a few more moments of respite.

Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle softly at his wife's playful attempt to evade the inevitable. With a tender affection, he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her frazzled nerves with each gentle stroke. Her muffled laughter reverberated against his chest, a testament to the enduring bond they shared, even amidst the chaos of parenthood. As Bee's cries persisted, Sebastian's wife reluctantly peeled herself away from the sanctuary of his embrace, a resigned smile tugging at the corners of her lips. With a loving glance exchanged between them, they silently acknowledged the shared journey of parenthood, filled with its moments of exhaustion and boundless love. With a whispered promise to return, Sebastian's wife slipped out of bed, ready to embrace the day and tend to their beloved daughter.

As the soft hues of morning bathed the room, casting a gentle glow upon their cozy sanctuary, the woman returned, cradling their precious Bee in her arms. Each step she took seemed to echo with the tender rhythm of maternal love, her eyes alight with a serene radiance that mirrored the dawn's gentle embrace.

Sebastian's heart swelled with affection as he watched his wife approach, the ethereal beauty of motherhood emanating from her every movement. With each delicate sway, Bee stirred slightly in her mother's arms, her angelic face still adorned with the remnants of sleep. As his wife drew nearer, Sebastian's eyes sparkled with an unwavering adoration, a silent testament to the profound love he held for both his wife and their darling daughter. In that fleeting moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the tender bond that bound their family together.

Bee, with her tiny hands outstretched, reached eagerly for her father, her sleepy gaze melting hearts with its innocence. Sebastian's heart skipped a beat as he eagerly scooped her up, enveloping her in a warm embrace that radiated with paternal love. With a contented sigh, his lover gently lowered Bee onto the bed, where the little one wobbled unsteadily before finding her footing. With a gleeful giggle, Bee propelled herself into her father's waiting arms, her laughter filling the room with its infectious melody. Sebastian's heart swelled with pride as he cradled their daughter close, showering her with affectionate kisses that elicited a chorus of delighted squeals. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love, Sebastian's wife couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the family they had created together.

As she reclined on the bed, a gentle hand instinctively drifted to her burgeoning belly, where new life stirred with the promise of tomorrow. With each fluttering kick, her heart overflowed with anticipation, a silent prayer whispered for the blessings that lay ahead.

In the tranquil embrace of their shared love, Sebastian's wife felt as though she had finally found her own personal Graceland—a haven of warmth, purity, and boundless affection. And as the laughter of her husband and daughter echoed through the room, she knew that their home would forever be filled with the sweet symphony of love's enduring melody.

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sebastianvettel My Dearest,

As I sit down to write these words, I find myself immersed in thoughts of you, my heart overflowing with emotions that words alone cannot fully capture. Each day spent by your side feels like ascending to a throne, where you reign as my sovereign, my King. Your presence in my life has granted me a sense of liberation, a feeling of being truly Free from the constraints of the past.

Our journey together has been a whirlwind of joy and passion, a dance of souls caught in the frenzy of love. In your arms, I've discovered a rhythm unlike any other, a Choreomania that consumes us, leaving us breathless yet exhilarated. Whenever I find myself away from you, it's as if I've returned to familiar grounds, back in the embrace of a familiar town. You are my anchor, my sanctuary, my safe haven — a feeling encapsulated in the phrase Back In Town.

Together, we stand united against the odds, defying conventions and societal norms. We are rebels, fighters, Girls Against God in a world that seeks to confine us. In the depths of night, you are my beautiful paradox, my Dream Girl Evil. Your essence is both enchanting and mysterious, a captivating blend that keeps me endlessly intrigued.

Within the walls of our home, our love becomes a sanctuary, a Prayer Factory where we offer our hearts and souls in devotion to each other. It is here, in the sacred space we've created, that I find solace and strength. You possess a wisdom and insight that transcends time, a gift akin to that of the mythical Cassandra. Your intuition guides me, leading me towards a future filled with hope and promise.

In your arms, I've found my heaven, my nirvana — for Heaven is Here, whenever I'm with you. Your presence alone is enough to transform the ordinary into something extraordinary, turning mundane moments into memories I'll cherish forever. Your smile, like a radiant daffodil in a field of blooms, brings light and warmth to even the darkest of days. With you, each moment becomes a celebration of life, a testament to the beauty of love.

My love for you knows no bounds, transcending the limits of time and space. You are my guiding star illuminating the path before me with your boundless affection. Even in moments of separation, I exercise restraint, longing to hold you close yet savoring the anticipation of our reunion. Distance may test us, but it only serves to deepen my love for you, fortifying the bond we share.

Together, we are a force to be reckoned with, a Bomb waiting to explode with passion and desire. In your arms, I find solace, security, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. You are my muse, my inspiration, my Mermaid of the depths. Your allure is irresistible, drawing me in with your ethereal beauty and grace.

My dearest, these words pale in comparison to the depth of my affection for you. You are the beating heart of my existence, the light that guides me through the darkness.

With all my love,

Sebastian

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charles_leclerc alright gonna wrap it up, never gonna be this kind of romantic

carlossainz55 not even shakespere thought about writing something like that, mate

maxverstappen1 When will it be my turn?

kellypiquet what? maxverstappen1 when will it be my turn to be this romantic

lance_stroll MAMA AND PAPA

fernandoalo_oficial beautiful letter, really big, not gonna read but it's wonderful

jensonbutton I've never seen anyone who had so much to say, my god lewishamilton stole all the romance of the century landonorris That's why we live in the century of whoredom

yournamecuunt DID HE JUST MAKE A LETTER WITH ALL HER SONGS IN ORDER?

aussiegrit he's crazy romantic sentimental like that

motheryourname why hasn't yourusername commented yet?

lance_stroll She's here crying like hell at Sebs' farewell party alex_albon She's been really emotional today, with the party and everything. landonorris It's the hormones of this new pregnancy ynthinker THE WHAT sebastianvettel Lando??? yourusername FOR FUCKS SAKE landonorris sorry, sorry SORRY MOTHER

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the one where reader has been lando his celebrity crush for ages now, now reader confirms in an interview her formula one crush is lando norris

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yourinstagram dublin you were amazing 🥲 so excited for the rest of the tour & to see you all!!

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yourinstagram london n2 you own my heart, you’ve all made it so special for me! can’t believe my eyes everytime i see your posts🫀🥲 thank you

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username wonder why it was special..

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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

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a young AYRTON SENNA photographed during the 1983 BRITISH FORMULA THREE CHAMPIONSHIP

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Eu acho INCRÍVEL, toda vez que eu preciso procurar uma imagem do Matias eu percebo o quão certa eu estava quando eu falei que ele era ( e é ) o emoji do homem parado 🧍🏻

Câmera aponta pro Matias e ele automaticamente: 🧍🏻

Ele já é pequeno tal qual esse emoji, aí fazendo a pose complica

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Subiu até umas coisas aqui, meu deus 😭😭😭

– 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫.   ⋆ ˚｡ 𖹭

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ atendendo a esse pedido; esteban!dilf e funcionário do pai da leitora; inspirada na música ‘older’ da isabel larosa; perda de virgindade; leitora meio femcel (lê-se completamente biruta das ideias), riquinha e mimada; manipulação (de ambas as partes); o esteban é meio escroto e a leitora também (aqui é cobra engolindo cobra); age gap; penetração vag.; sexo desprotegido (e nem pensem em fazer isso); daddy kink; corruption kink; size kink; uso de apelidinhos (‘boneca’, ‘bonequinha’, ‘chiquita’, 'princesa'); degradação (uso de ‘vadiazinha’); menção a chocking, praise kink (?); oral (masc.) e creampie; oral (fem.); fingering; dirty talk.

idollete’s typing… ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ. rsrsrsrsrsrs fui completamente influenciada pela diva @creads e me rendi ao kuku dilf também. also, essa história é o exemplo de um relacionamento nada saudável e que não deve ser seguido. só é permitido fanficar, tá bom, chicas?! also², eu me inspirei não só na música da isabel, mas no videoclipe, que também não deve ser romantizado. tudo que tem aqui é para propósito bucetisticos visse. also³, mesmo sendo primeira vez e tudo mais, isso aqui tá 0 romantismo (mim desculpem tô no cio quer dizer período fértil).

Quando você o viu pela primeira vez, você sabia que ele seria seu. 

Conheceu Esteban em sua festa de 18 anos. É claro que justamente no seu aniversário o seu pai convidaria parceiros de negócios, homens que você nunca havia visto ou conversado, mas que lhe cumprimentavam como se fossem familiares distantes se reencontrando. Ele não. Indiferente, o homem nem sequer olhou na sua cara durante mais da metade da noite. E é claro que isso te enfureceu, quem ele pensa que é, vindo até a minha casa, a minha festa, e não falando comigo? 

De longe, era possível perceber a postura desinteressada dele diante dos homens com quase o dobro da sua idade, que se gabavam por suas riquezas e posses. Esteban não poderia dar a mínima. Nascido em berço de ouro, nada daquilo o surpreendia. O que quer que eles houvessem conquistado durante a vida, Esteban já havia nascido possuindo. Por isso, não demonstrou um pingo de interesse, ou comoção, pela garota que o encarava a cada instante. Sentia o olhar queimar a nuca, mas ele era um homem ocupado demais e a sua atenção deveria ser merecida, não dada a qualquer um. Especialmente para mimadas como você. 

No entanto, para a ruína de Esteban, era impossível não ser magnetizado pela sua presença. Você chamava atenção por natureza, não precisava se esforçar para receber sorrisos e cantadas por onde passava. Como uma bonequinha, vestia-se com roupas delicadas, sempre com uma sainha, a clássica double flap rosinha claro e os lábios brilhando com gloss. Você era uma vista para os olhos e isso enfurecia o argentino, que te ignorava de propósito. Mas você estava disposta a tê-lo. E você sempre conseguia o que queria.

Foi preciso mudar de tática. Percebeu que Esteban não se curvaria às suas vontades como os outros garotos faziam. Não, Esteban era um homem e, para tanto, você precisaria de mais que uma atitude esnobe e alguns amassos no fundo de limousines. Você bancaria a boa garota até que ele cedesse. Visitava o escritório com a desculpa de que queria saber mais sobre os negócios da família, enganava a todos com a falsa postura atenta, disposta a ajudar qualquer um e até mesmo fazer o trabalho pesado – que você sempre pagava algum estagiário para realizar no seu lugar – para a surpresa de toda a sua família.

Por ser o braço direito do seu pai, Esteban passou a fazer parte do seu convívio. Ou melhor, você se inseriu na rotina dele. Quando estava ocupado demais para lhe ajudar, tudo que o seu progenitor dizia era “pergunta ao Esteban” e te mandava ir embora. Foi assim que você se viu fazendo visitas diárias à sala do Sr. Kukuriczka, como letreiro na porta indicava. A princípio, ele desconfiou da abrupta mudança no seu comportamento, esperto demais para cair no seu papinho. Sempre inexpressivo e soando entediado, ele te ordenava o que fazer. Nunca ajudava, ele mandava. E quando você errava – propositalmente em todas as ocasiões – ele te repreendia, bruto. “Eres una estúpida. Muévete, déjame hacerlo”.

Com o passar do tempo, ele parecia ceder, no entanto. Mais amigável a cada dia, até te elogia quando você resolve um problema – supostamente – por conta própria. Você o flagra sorrindo na sua direção, mínimo, mas estava lá. Te permitiu descobrir mais sobre ele; 31 anos, divorciado e pai de uma pequena de 4 anos. Dócil, Esteban se tornou um amigo. Ou era isso que ele queria que você pensasse. Enquanto te consolava, te envolvendo em um abraço e enxugando as suas lágrimas após mais uma briga com o seu pai, o argentino fingia interesse nos seus problemas, garantia que compreendia perfeitamente a sua raiva por não ter sido permitida a ir para Aspen no meio do semestre letivo, te acalentava, “pode chorar, chiquita, eu estou aqui”, mas te amaldiçoava por sujar o terno caro dele com toda aquela choradeira idiota. 

É justamente um desses momentos que dá início ao grand finale do seu plano. Estavam juntos na sala dele, você deitada na otomana de couro, encarando o teto ao passo que resmungava sobre mais um casinho fracassado da faculdade, ele te observava com o mesmo semblante neutro de sempre, meneando a cabeça vez ou outra, só ouvia o seu falatório interminável.

– Sabe, Kuku… – Você começou, se virando de bruços no pequeno sofá, balançando os pézinhos no ar. Parecia angelical, só parecia. – Acho que preciso mudar o meu foco. Mudar o ambiente, procurar alguém fora da faculdade e do clube de golfe. Acho que preciso de alguém mais velho.

Esteban sabia exatamente onde aquela conversa iria chegar e ele te permitiu continuar. Arqueou uma das sobrancelhas, como quem te pede para prosseguir. Te ouve, então, reclamar sobre como garotos da sua idade não sabem de nada, são imaturos e nunca atendiam às suas expectativas. Sobre como sempre quis um homem de verdade. O último comentário arranca um riso nasalado do argentino, incrédulo com o quão sonsa você consegue ser. 

– Isso é porque eles são apenas garotos. É o que eles fazem. – A resposta parecia resignada, quase te fez desistir da ideia, mas Esteban continuou. – Além do mais, garotas como você sempre dizem que querem um homem, embora nunca aguentem o que um homem de verdade faz. – Era completamente sugestivo e ele sabia. Tinha total consciência das implicações quando deixou a poltrona e caminhou até você, pairando sobre ti, imponente, com as mãos no bolso da calça social. – Então, o meu conselho para você, chiquita, é que continue com os mesmos playboyzinhos de sempre.

– Mas eles são tão chatos! – Birrenta, você argumentou. – Com todo aquele grude e melosidade, me chamando de vida logo depois do primeiro encontro. – Enrolando uma mecha de cabelo, fez uma pausa, fingindo ponderar algo, quando, na verdade, tinha todo aquele diálogo na ponta da língua. – Acho que preciso de alguém só um pouquinho mais frio. – Novamente, uma pausa, dessa vez para ensaiar uma timidez que nunca existiu em ti. – Tipo…Você. 

Com a cabeça levemente tombada para o lado, Esteban só pôde rir do teu teatrinho. Te mediu de ponta a ponta do corpo, tão pequena em comparação ao porte dele, a saia revelando um pouco mais das coxas diante da posição, os lábios rosados que faziam o pau dele pulsar por dentro da cueca. A destra te tocou o os fios, alisando-os, te fazendo ronronar baixinho, carente pelo toque dele, desceu até o queixo, segurando o seu rostinho, como quem está prestes a ensinar algo e precisa de bastante atenção.

– Não peça por algo que você não pode aguentar, boneca. – Soou como um alerta, quase uma ameaça tendo em vista o olhar sombrio que ele te lançava. – Além do mais, eu não curto pirralhas metidas. – Aqui estava o velho Esteban, sempre com uma forma de te degradar, a diferença é que dessa vez ele fazia com um sorriso no rosto. 

– Tenho idade o suficiente. – Dando de ombros, você se desvencilhou do toque dele, embora o seu interior desejasse por mais. – Eu nunca deixo eles me tocarem, sabia? – Felina, se ajeitava, colocando-se de joelhos sobre o estofado, ainda mais sugestiva na nova posição. – Não sinto vontade…

– Uma bonequinha intocável. – O olhar dele acompanhou o teu, que encarava o volume discreto paralelo ao seu rostinho. – E acha que eu sou o que precisa, hm? Para, o que?! Te deflorar? É essa a sua fantasia suja? Dar para um cara mais velho logo na sua primeira vez? Porque os moleques riquinhos que você anda não saberiam te tratar feito a vadiazinha que você é? – Estoico, Esteban permanecia te encarando de cima, nunca saindo daquela postura de superioridade, queria você se sentindo menor que ele, submissa.

Franziu o cenho e uniu os lábios em um biquinho manhoso diante da aspereza das palavras dele, chegando até mesmo a deixar um chorinho escapar, exibindo o melhor semblante magoado, como se a calcinha não estivesse ensopada só de ouvi-lo se referindo a ti dessa maneira. “Assim não”, foi o que você murmurou, piscando os olhos, dócil. Esteban imitou a tua expressão, cínico. 

– Qué? Quer que eu te diga que você é uma boa garota enquanto te faço carinho no cabelo, é isso? – A voz exibia um sarcasmo explícito, não disfarçava o tanto que gostava de estar naquela posição. – Quer que eu te elogie, que diga que você é a coisinha mais bonita que eu já coloquei os olhos? – Com a destra, pegou um punhado dos seus fios, sem puxá-lo, apenas pressionando, domando. – Ou prefere que eu te recompense por ser uma bonequinha tão boa quando conseguir levar o meu pau por inteiro? 

A verdade era que Esteban queria ser egoísta, queria te colocar de joelhos no chão frio e encher a sua boca dele, foder até te deixar com a garganta magoadinha, sem voz, assim ele não ficaria um bom tempo sem te ouvir sendo irritante. Fantasiava com o barulho dos teus engasgos, em como se curvaria sobre ti, prendendo o seu rostinho bonito contra o caralho teso, o nariz encostado na virilha. Pensa em como poderia gozar só com o brilho desesperado dos seus olhos, sem ar, rendida às vontades dele, arruinada para qualquer outra pessoa que não fosse ele. Mas ele não te daria esse gostinho, não seria mais um dos seus segredinhos para ficar na sua estante.

Não. Esteban queria te foder, tomar algo de ti que seria só dele. Que ficaria na estante dele. E não te dar nada em troca. 

O que ele não sabia é que estaria ainda mais arruinado uma vez que provasse de ti.

– Eu… – Com a voz quebrada, você tentou se aproximar dele, sendo impedida pelo aperto paralisante. – Eu…Quero você.

– E o que você quer que eu faça? Dímelo. 

– Quero…Que você me toque… – Em um falso acanhamento, suas mãos percorrem o próprio tronco, espremendo os seios por cima da blusa. – Aqui. – Mais atrevida, desceu até a barra da saia, apontando para as coxas. – Aqui. – Suspendendo o tecido, revelou a calcinha rendada delicada. – E aqui.

Esteban te queria e você sabia disso. Criou uma persona e se moldou em uma garota agradável para se aproximar, até que o tivesse na palma da sua mão, disposto a arriscar a carreira e todo o resto pelo gosto de ser aquele que te corromperia para sempre. Por isso, foi preciso muito esforço para esconder o sorriso viperino quando ele, de modo abrupto, te mandou levantar e se sentar na mesa dele. Queria vê-lo perdendo o controle. Faminto por algo que só você poderia dá-lo. 

Obediente, você se posicionou exatamente como ele mandou. “Tira tudo”, ele disse, “e senta com as pernas abertas”. E foi usando um terno impecável e certamente superfaturado, que Esteban se ajoelhou diante de ti no meio do escritório dele. O mesmo homem que te desprezou, havia caído perfeitamente no seu joguinho. 

Ali, exposta, sentiu seu ventre contrair em excitação e ansiedade pelo primeiro toque. Estremeceu sob as mãos dele quando as coxas foram agarradas e separadas ainda mais, para o agrado do argentino. Os lábios macios te beijavam a pele desde o ventre até a parte interna da virilha, os dentes arranhavam contra a derme sensível, marcando com a língua e saliva, deixando um rasto que você não esqueceria jamais.

Seu interior pulsava em necessidade, fazia o melzinho escorrer e molhar todos os papéis importantes deixados na superfície de vidro. A língua contornou o sexo encharcado, lento e suave, te provando e provocando, deslizou desde o clitóris até a entradinha virgem, arrancando gemidos dengosos de ti. As palmas enormes se fecharam ao redor das suas coxas, te mantinham paradinha enquanto a boca te devorava. 

Não havia nada de casto no jeito com que Esteban te chupava. Não, ele fazia uma bagunçava, esfregava a ponta do nariz contra o pontinho sensível, babava toda a barba com o teu líquido e te lambia com gosto. Sabia exatamente o que fazer e como fazer para te ter derretida, rebolando contra o rosto masculino em busca de mais contato, de, enfim, ser saciada. 

Observou quando Esteban se afastou apenas para que pudesse envolver um dos próprios dígitos com a saliva, levando-o até o buraquinho que piscava para ele, pensou em como o seu gosto ficava ótimo na ponta da língua dele, mas essas eram palavras que você jamais ouviria. Rodeando o canal estreito, o argentino te encarava intensamente, assistindo todas as suas reações para os estímulos, sem desviar nem mesmo quando o dedo passou a deslizar por entre as paredes, sentindo o pau pulsar ao te ver tão tontinha daquele jeito.

Um filete de saliva escapava do cantinho dos lábios, as bochechas estavam coradas e o peito subia e descia, ofegante. Ouviu quando ele rosnou, ainda que baixo, ao sentir o quão apertada você era, imaginando como seria a sensação quando ele te enchesse. Embora os dedos fossem largos, não se comparavam ao estrago que o pau dele faria. Então, Esteban te preparava, mamava o clitóris inchadinho enquanto o dedo ia e vinha na buceta ensopada. 

– Tão bom… – O chiado escapou dos seus lábios sem que você sequer percebesse. – Esteban… – O chamado saiu quando um outro dedo deslizou pelo seu interior, te fazendo contrair violentamente. – Você…

– Tsc. Será que você tem uma bucetinha tão carente assim que só um pouco de atenção é o suficiente para te deixar com essa cabecinha vazia? 

Um polegar agora fazia movimentos circulares contra a região sensível, fazendo você se molhar ainda mais para o homem, sendo alargada agora por três dígitos. Os movimentos te entorpeciam, faziam os dedinhos do pé contorcerem e os quadris perderem o controle, empurrando-se contra o punho alheio. 

– Você está se fodendo na minha mão, boneca. – Não era uma pergunta. Esteban estava constatando em voz alta somente para te humilhar mais um tanto. – Mas acho que eu deveria esperar isso vindo de uma virgenzinha feito você… – Ele queria te chamar atenção, perguntar onde estava aquela atitude boçal de sempre, mas o jeitinho patético que você ficava desesperada por pica o distraía completamente dos seus objetivos.

A formigação no seu ventre indicava que um orgasmo estava próximo, te arrancando suspiros em deleite, sem se importar com o barulho que fazia ao chamar o nome do argentino como em uma prece devotada. Com os lábios entreabertos e o cenho franzido, você gozou no que parecia ser o momento de maior euforia da sua vida, sentindo todo o corpo arrepiar e estremecer. Se sentia tão leve quanto uma pena, poderia se considerar vitoriosa naquele momento, havia conseguido o que queria de Esteban e agora poderia seguir em frente para a sua nova obsessão do momento.

No entanto, pareceu congelar no lugar ao abrir os olhos e vê-lo envolvendo o caralho duro com uma das mãos, enquanto a outra desfazia o nó da gravata, deixando-a de qualquer jeito no tronco. Seu olhar queimava na extensão, a pontinha rosada estava coberta em pré-gozo, que Esteban espalhava até a base, o interior pulsou novamente, se sentindo abandonado de repente. Você queria mais. Queria sentir tudo aquilo te enchendo, te tomando.

O argentino se aproximava lentamente, se colocou entre as suas pernas, envolvendo-as ao redor do próprio corpo, te fazendo sentir a dureza contra o pontinho sensibilizado. Por impulso, você avançou nos lábios dele, mas Esteban não permitiu que o beijo acontecesse, exibiu um sorriso perverso diante da sua fraqueza e acenou em negação. 

– Sem beijos, princesa. – Ele claramente se divertia com aquela situação. – Garotinhas mimadas feito você não merecem beijo. – Mas ele te provocava, falava rente aos seus lábios, permitindo que eles quase se encostassem. – Precisam aprender a ouvir não, você precisa de alguém que te coloque no seu lugar.

Os sexos, por sua vez, estavam em seu contato mais íntimo, pele com pele. Você sentia as veias contra os lábios separadinhos com a fricção, observou quando Esteban cuspiu na própria mão, envolvendo o caralho com a saliva, deixando mais fácil, molhado, sujo, “Mas não se preocupa, não, tá? Eu vou te foder até você aprender direitinho”, ele pontuou quando esfregou a cabecinha na sua entrada, “Relaja…”, te acalmou, se mantendo naquela provocação, “Vai ser boazinha e levar tudo que o papai tem pra te dar, né?”. O apelido fez os seus olhinhos brilharem, o que não passou despercebido por Esteban, notando a sua cabeça acenar freneticamente, necessitada dele como nunca antes.

– Você é tão suja… – Ele te distraía com beijos e mordidas no pescoço. – Ficou animadinha assim porque gostou do que eu disse, foi? Quer me chamar assim, eh?

Retraída, você concordou. As bochechas esquentavam e ganharam um tom ainda mais corado, perdida no próprio prazer, sentiu quando a pontinha foi pressionada no seu interior, soltando um murmúrio doído quando foi, pouco a pouco, preenchida pelo homem. A lentidão era tortuosa, cada centímetro era sentido, de modo que um chiado cheio de manha escapou, tentando se acostumar com a invasão. 

Esteban te acariciava os seios, envolvia os mamilos com a língua, te dando mais estímulos para suportar a ardência. Estava molinha nos braços dele, entregue, os sentidos à flor da pele passeando entre os limites da dor e do prazer. O argentino sussurrava no pé do teu ouvido o quanto você era apertada, mas que era tão boa em recebê-lo, que ele poderia passar horas dentro de ti. Vulnerável também, ele se encontrava entorpecido, dominado pelo tesão. Agarrada ao tronco dele, você suspirou quando as virilhas se encontraram, aliviada. 

– Você é tão grande. – Revelou, apoiando a cabeça no ombro masculino. – Tá me deixando tão…Cheinha. – O tom manhoso era o suficiente para enlouquecer o homem ainda mais, desesperado para se afundar em ti e te deixar cheia não só do pau dele, mas da porra também.

Quando a dor começou a dar lugar para o prazer, seu corpo passou a buscar mais daquele contato, remexendo o quadril lentamente, descobrindo o seu próprio prazer também. 

– Essa é a buceta mais gostosa que eu já comi. – A voz masculina saiu abafada, grogue. – Tá sentindo, né? Como eu te deixo estufadinha de pica. – Riu nasalado contra o teu ouvido, te arrepiando quando deslizou um pouco para fora, somente para entrar em ti de novo. – A princesinha da família levando pau pela primeira vez na vida bem debaixo do nariz de todo mundo.

Esteban passou a repetir os movimentos, entrando e saindo do seu interior, até que os seus chiados ficassem mais e mais necessitados e a sua buceta babasse ainda mais pelo pau dele, pulsando freneticamente. Ele havia te arruinado. Com um único movimento, o argentino meteu em ti de uma vez só, arrancando um gritinho fino dos seus lábios, que logo se transformaram em gemidos e murmúrios desconexos quando o quadril dele ia e vinha com maestria. 

Sua coluna arqueava a cada investida contra o interior apertado, tentando se segurar ao que podia diante da força das estocadas e o impulso que Esteban pegava para que foder do jeito que ele sempre quis. Com a cabecinha áerea, você se viu chamando-o, “papai”, uma, duas, três vezes, ouvindo um grunhindo em resposta, aumentando a intensidade dos movimentos, mais selvagem, sedento. Você o havia arruinado.

O que havia começado como um joguinho de egos, parecia se findar naquele momento. Nos corpos suados que se entrelaçavam, nas palavras sussurradas, nos gemidos que escapavam, nas mãos que se agarravam, no encontro dos desejos. Mas o que vocês possuíam estava longe de terminar, porque embora os caras mais novos não fossem nada iguais a Esteban, ele acaba de perceber que você não era como nenhuma outra mulher também.

Ambos estavam arruinados e condenados um ao outro para sempre.

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paring: enzo vogrincic x leitora!fem [ no faceclaim ] summary: seu namorado, enzo, precisa perder muito peso durante as gravações de seu novo filme, você decidiu que não deixaria isso sendo uma tortura para ele, descobrindo e compartilhando novas receotas juntas writer: sempre me pego pensando no enzo falando como foi um ótimo tempo pra ele o tempo que ele precisava perder peso, e fiquei com a ideiazinha dele bem doméstico com a namorada experimentando aquelas receitas novas que ajudariam o rumo da perca de peso

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yourusername Já fazem 84 anos . . . Desde que me submeti a acompanhar o Enzo nessa pachorra, agora eu tenho que aguentar dois gatos rabugentos em casa.

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simonhempe pipito pra morrer porque só tem comida saudável, esse gato é tão eu

yourusername ele tá é fazendo manha porque o enzo não consegue estragar mais ele com comida, gato mimado

moratodeschini dê ao gato tudo que ele quiser, ao homem o que tenho haver???

kuku.esteban bó tirar o pipe e deixar o pipo atuando; nem vão perceber a mudança com esses nomes

rocco.posca mano??? por que o café de vocês parece mais gostoso do que devria ser??

matiasrecalt tudo meu anda sem gosto, to me sentindo um gringo aii vou me jogar na frente do caminhão vogrincicenzo todo dia agradecendo minha namorada cozinhar

pipegonzalezotano status: sentindo saudade de comida de verdade

paulabaldini isso parece bom, eu vou entrar em posição fetal

Enzo despertou naquela manhã com uma sensação de calma e determinação que lhe envolveu como um abraço gentil. Os raios de sol, filtrados pelas cortinas entreabertas, pintavam o quarto com uma aura dourada, fazendo-o sentir-se como se estivesse imerso em um sonho tranquilo. Aconchegado entre os lençóis macios, ele deixou que sua mente se aclimatasse ao despertar, absorvendo a serenidade que permeava o ambiente. O aroma sedutor do café flutuava pelo ar, enchendo-o de expectativa e reconforto. Ele sabia, sem precisar se levantar, que sua namorada já estava na cozinha, preparando o café da manhã com todo o cuidado e amor. Era um ritual de conexão, uma forma de começar o dia juntos, compartilhando não apenas refeições, mas também sonhos e aspirações. 

A jornada de perda de peso para seu papel em "A Sociedade da Neve" havia se tornado mais do que um simples objetivo profissional. Tornou-se uma parte central de suas vidas, uma jornada compartilhada que fortaleceu seu vínculo e os uniu em um propósito comum. Eles haviam abraçado essa jornada juntos, enfrentando os desafios e celebrando as conquistas lado a lado. Cada manhã, ao sentirem o cheiro do café fresco e contemplarem a luz suave que inundava o quarto, eles renovavam seu compromisso mútuo de cuidar um do outro e de si mesmos. Era mais do que apenas perder peso para um papel; era sobre cuidar de seus corpos, nutrir suas mentes e fortalecer seu relacionamento através do apoio mútuo e da camaradagem.

Com um bocejo suave, Enzo se espreguiçou na cama, deixando os últimos resquícios de sono escaparem de seu corpo. Vestindo seu short de dormir confortável, ele se preparou para mais um dia repleto de desafios e aventuras ao lado de sua parceira. Ciente das possibilidades que o dia reservava, ele se encheu de determinação e curiosidade, prontamente disposto a enfrentar o que quer que viesse em seu caminho. Ao atravessar a porta entreaberta da cozinha, Enzo foi saudado pelo familiar e reconfortante som da água quente passando pelo filtro do café. O aroma acolhedor se espalhava pelo ambiente, envolvendo-o em uma aura de conforto e familiaridade. Sua namorada estava concentrada, suas mãos habilidosas cortando cuidadosamente as frutas frescas, prontas para compor o café da manhã perfeito. O ritual matinal de preparar a primeira refeição do dia juntos era uma expressão tangível de seu amor e compromisso mútuo.

Enquanto observava sua parceira trabalhar com destreza, Enzo não pôde deixar de sorrir ao ver Pipo, o gato preguiçoso do casal, esticado elegantemente no balcão, observando com olhos preguiçosos a movimentação na cozinha. O felino era uma presença constante em suas vidas, trazendo conforto e alegria com sua personalidade serena e indolente. Enzo se aproximou da bancada, envolvendo sua namorada em um abraço por trás, depositando um beijo carinhoso em seu pescoço. O ambiente estava impregnado com uma serenidade tranquila, como se o próprio ar estivesse impregnado com uma aura de paz. O suave tilintar das facas cortando as frutas frescas era o único som que quebrava o silêncio, criando uma melodia delicada e reconfortante que preenchia a cozinha. Enzo, ao entrar silenciosamente, contemplou a cena com uma sensação de calma e admiração.

Sua namorada estava imersa em seu trabalho, seus movimentos graciosos e precisos revelando a dedicação e o cuidado que ela colocava em cada tarefa, não apenas na preparação das refeições, mas também no cultivo de seu relacionamento. Cada corte de fruta era executado com uma maestria que denotava anos de prática e amor pela arte da culinária. Enzo observava-a com um brilho nos olhos, maravilhado com a habilidade e a graça de sua parceira. Era como se ela estivesse dançando entre os ingredientes, movendo-se com uma harmonia natural e fluidez que cativavam seu coração. Em seus gestos delicados, ele via não apenas uma mestre na cozinha, mas também uma companheira comprometida em tornar cada momento compartilhado especial e significativo.

Enquanto a luz do sol derramava-se suavemente pela janela, iluminando a cena com tons dourados, Enzo sentiu-se inundado por uma sensação de gratidão e ternura. Aquela era a essência da vida que eles haviam construído juntos: momentos simples, mas carregados de amor e cuidado mútuo. E naquele instante, enquanto ele permanecia ali, observando-a com admiração silenciosa, Enzo soube que não havia lugar onde preferiria estar do que ao lado dela, compartilhando cada pequeno instante da jornada que escolheram trilhar juntos.

Enzo sentiu um calor reconfortante se espalhar por seu peito ao envolver sua namorada em um abraço por trás, seus braços envolvendo-a com ternura e proteção. O perfume delicado que emanava dela envolveu-o como um abraço invisível, inundando seus sentidos com uma sensação de familiaridade e amor. Ela era mais do que sua parceira; era sua âncora em meio às tempestades da vida, sua fonte de conforto e força nos momentos de adversidade. Fechando os olhos por um breve instante, Enzo permitiu-se mergulhar naquele momento de intimidade compartilhada, deixando-se levar pela sensação reconfortante de estar ao lado da pessoa que amava. Cada batida de seu coração parecia ecoar o vínculo profundo que compartilhavam, fortalecendo sua conexão e renovando sua determinação em enfrentar os desafios que surgiam em seu caminho.

Enquanto seus braços envolviam sua namorada, Enzo sentiu-a interromper suavemente o corte das frutas, seus dedos deslizando pelo seu braço com uma carícia gentil. Era como se ela pudesse ler seus pensamentos, compartilhando não apenas suas preocupações com a perda de peso necessária para o papel, mas também sua determinação em tornar essa jornada o mais suportável e gratificante possível para ambos. Era nos momentos como esse, cercados pela calma da manhã e pela presença reconfortante um do outro, que Enzo encontrava força e inspiração para continuar avançando. Saber que tinham um ao outro para apoiar, para compartilhar as alegrias e os fardos da vida, era um presente inestimável que ele nunca deixaria de valorizar.

Enzo sabia bem, ella havia mergulhado de cabeça em pesquisas extensas, consultando nutricionistas e explorando diversas abordagens para a dieta e o emagrecimento. Cada artigo lido, cada conversa com especialistas, era uma busca incessante por conhecimento, uma tentativa de encontrar o caminho mais eficaz e saudável para alcançar seus objetivos. Sua determinação era palpável, e Enzo admirava profundamente sua dedicação incansável. Juntos, eles haviam transformado todo esse conhecimento em ação, desenvolvendo um plano alimentar cuidadosamente elaborado. Cada refeição era meticulosamente planejada, garantindo que recebessem todos os nutrientes necessários para sustentar seus corpos durante o intenso processo de perda de peso. No entanto, o plano não se limitava apenas a aspectos nutricionais; eles também se certificavam de que cada prato fosse uma experiência gastronômica agradável, preservando o sabor e o prazer da comida.

Enzo sentiu um profundo senso de gratidão por ter uma parceira tão dedicada e amorosa ao seu lado. Ela não apenas compartilhava seus objetivos, mas também investia seu tempo e energia para garantir que alcançassem juntos o sucesso desejado. Era uma demonstração clara do comprometimento mútuo que nutriam, não apenas em relação à perda de peso, mas também à construção e fortalecimento de seu relacionamento. Enquanto o aroma reconfortante do café preenchia a cozinha, Enzo tomou um momento para apreciar a tranquilidade do momento. Ali, ao lado de sua parceira, ele sabia que não importava o quão difícil fosse o caminho pela frente, eles estariam juntos.

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yourusername Hoje deu desejo de comida boa e o enzo resolveu que pra sobremesa ele ia roubar mixirica no pé do vizinho e fingir normalidade ( deve ser normal, a gente não comprava mixirica e tava o querido comendo

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kuku.esteban E amanhã no Datena: ator uruguaio rouba mixiricas de um idoso INCAPAZ de se defender

vongrincicenzo incapaz to eu, aquele velho é mei salafrário

franromerofran pare imediatamente, você está proibida de postar coisas deliciosas

yourusername esse é meu namorado fran franromerofran AH NÃO VEEEI

pipegonzalezotano NÃO AGUENTO MAIS SALADA, CARNE VOLTE PRA MIIM

rocco.posca Um novo dia e uma nova vontade de morar na residência Vogrincic

feliperamusiomora apoio petição pro enzito deixar a gente dormir no sofá dele vogrincicenzo petição negada e favor não escutarem a minha nena querida, ela não sabe o capeta que vocês são

agustinpardella eu to sentindo o cheiro daqui e eu nem to chapada?? eu to coringando real

alfosinacarrocio oi, amor, vem abrir a porta pra mim rapidinho

Enzo estava sentado na varanda do apartamento, imerso em suas falas enquanto revisava o roteiro para seu próximo projeto. O sol dourado da tarde banhava o ambiente, aquecendo suavemente seu rosto e iluminando o espaço ao seu redor. A brisa morna soprava suavemente, trazendo consigo o aroma fresco das flores do jardim abaixo.

No entanto, mesmo em meio à sua concentração, algo capturou sua atenção. Seus olhos se desviaram do papel e se fixaram nos pés de mixirica na casa da frente. Era um espetáculo simples, mas cativante. Os ramos carregados de pequenas frutas cítricas balançavam suavemente ao sabor do vento, criando uma dança delicada e hipnotizante. Aquela casa antiga sempre havia exercido um encanto sobre Enzo desde que ele e sua namorada se mudaram para o apartamento. As paredes desgastadas e as janelas adornadas por cortinas de renda evocavam uma sensação de nostalgia e romance que ele simplesmente adorava. Mas eram os pés de mixirica que realmente o fascinavam.

Cada vez que olhava para aqueles pequenos arbustos, Enzo era transportado para um lugar de tranquilidade e calma. Com determinação, Enzo colocou Pipo, seu gato sonolento que estava em seu colo, com cuidado em cima da mesa da varanda. Sentiu o leve peso do felino se transferir para a madeira enquanto ele se erguia, pronto para sair. O sol ainda banhava suavemente o ambiente, criando sombras brincalhonas pelos móveis.

Enzo enconstou, mas não fechou, a porta da varanda silenciosamente, deixando o gato desfrutar do ar fresco enquanto ele se aventurava para fora. Ao passar pela cozinha, um aroma delicioso de comida caseira o envolveu. Sua namorada, usando apenas uma das camisetas largas dele e um short jeans, estava concentrada na preparação do almoço. Seus cabelos caíam de forma despreocupada sobre os ombros enquanto ela mexia uma panela com destreza. Uma onda de desejo o atingiu ao vê-la ali, tão natural e bela na simplicidade daquele momento cotidiano. Enzo sentiu uma vontade intensa de se aproximar dela, de envolvê-la em seus braços e sussurrar palavras de amor. Mas ele resistiu, sabendo que tinha uma missão a cumprir naquele dia.

Com um sorriso discreto nos lábios, Enzo se conteve, desviando o olhar com determinação. Com passos cuidadosos, ele saiu de casa e fechou a porta com um suave clique, garantindo que não houvesse nenhum ruído para perturbar a tranquilidade que reinava ali dentro. A madeira da porta se encaixou perfeitamente no batente, como se cooperasse com sua intenção de sair sem chamar a atenção

Enquanto o sol começava a banhar a cozinha com seus raios dourados, a atual cozinheira da casa começou a sentir o toque suave de Pipo deslizando por sua perna. Ela se surpreendeu com a presença do gato ali, pois sabia que, por aquele horário, ele estaria provavelmente aproveitando o sol na varanda com Enzo. Com um sorriso curioso, ela se abaixou para acariciar o felino e perguntou em voz suave: O que você está fazendo aqui, Pipo? Cadê seu pai?, Pipo olhou para ela com seus grandes olhos curiosos, mas não emitiu nenhum som em resposta. Sua cauda se movia lentamente de um lado para o outro, como se estivesse comunicando algo de forma sutil.

Intrigada, a mulher pegou o gato no colo e decidiu investigar. Com passos leves e o felino aconchegado entre seus braços, ela se dirigiu até a varanda, onde esperava encontrar seu namorado. Ao chegar na porta de vidro que separava a cozinha do espaço ao ar livre, uma brisa suave acariciou seu rosto, trazendo consigo o cheiro fresco das plantas e das flores. Seus olhos percorreram a varanda, procurando por Enzo, mas ele não estava lá. Ela franziu o cenho, confusa com a ausência dele, mas seu coração se aqueceu ao ver o cenário tranquilo e sereno à sua frente. Os raios do sol pintavam tudo com tons de ouro, criando uma atmosfera de paz e serenidade.

Com um suspiro de contentamento, a namorada de Enzo se aproximou da mesa, onde Pipo costumava se acomodar ao lado do namorado. Ela imaginou Enzo ali, imerso em seus pensamentos ou talvez revisando o roteiro enquanto o gato dormia tranquilamente ao seu lado. Ao perceber que Enzo não estava na varanda, a namorada começou a procurá-lo, conversando com Pipo enquanto olhava ao redor. e onde seu pai foi parar . . ., ela resmungou, enquanto o gato miava em resposta, como se estivesse tentando ajudar na busca.

Seu olhar eventualmente encontrou Enzo na casa da frente, usando sua camiseta para fazer uma cesta e colher mixiricas do pé do vizinho. Com um sorriso divertido, ela saudou o senhor que vivia na casa, dizendo: "Bom dia, Sr. Oliveira!" 

Enzo, surpreso com a repentina aparição da namorada, ergueu os olhos rapidamente e, ao fazê-lo, perdeu o equilíbrio, derrubando algumas das frutas que havia colhido, um tanto envergonhado, enquanto tentava recuperar as mixiricas que tinham rolado para fora da cesta improvisada. A namorada riu suavemente da situação, aproximando-se para ajudá-lo a recolher as frutas caídas. Enzo sorriu, sentindo-se aliviado por ser apenas uma nova brincadeira de sua amada, até a voz do senhor vizinho surgir não tão distante como ele gostaria. "Bom dia, querida, como está sendo sua tarde?", ele dirigiu-se a vizinha com um aceno, trabalhando em sua horta não tão distante assim dos pés de mexericas, os olhos de Enzo rapidamente arregalaram, era claro que ela saberia disso, tirava um tempo para conversar com seu vizinho quando não estava trabalhando e enzo não estava em casa. Enzo e sua namorada olharam um para o outro, compartilhando um sorriso cúmplice antes de Enzo rapidamente correr de volta para seu apartamento, deixando as mixiricas recém-colhidas na bancada da cozinha. Ao chegar em casa, encontrou sua namorada ainda conversando com o vizinho na varanda. Ele sorriu ao vê-la tão à vontade, mas decidiu surpreendê-la e continuar com seu papel de bom moço para o velho senhor que morava na casa a frente.

Com passos leves, Enzo fingiu sair de dentro de casa pela primeira vez naquele dia, bocejando exageradamente e se espreguiçando enquanto se aproximava por trás dela. A brisa suave brincava com seus cabelos enquanto ele se aproximava, sua camiseta larga adornando seu corpo de forma descontraída. Uma de suas mãos deslizou suavemente até a cintura da namorada, enquanto a outra se esticava em um gesto teatral de bocejo. Ele se inclinou para beijar suavemente o topo da cabeça dela, deixando seus lábios roçarem levemente os fios de cabelo.

"Ahn, bom dia, nena", ele murmurou com voz sonolenta, tentando manter o tom de surpresa em sua voz. “Bom dia, Sr. Oliveira!”, sua voz agora um pouco mais alta, enquanto saudava o vizinho, acenando gentilmente para o mesmo, que acenava de volta. A namorada se virou com um sorriso nos lábios ao sentir o toque de Enzo, os olhos brilhando de divertimento ao perceber o que ele estava fazendo, decidindo entrar no personagem.  "Bom dia, dorminhoco", ela respondeu, rindo baixinho. "Você está se esquecendo que já é hora do almoço?"

Enzo riu, sentindo-se feliz por estar compartilhando aquele momento descontraído com ela. "Sabe como é, me deram uma canseira noite passada, foi muito chá pra eu conseguir dormir", ele brincou, apertando de leve a cintura da namorada em um gesto carinhoso. O vizinho, que observava a cena com um sorriso amigável, novamente chamou atenção do casal, entrando em uma nova conversa com a mulher, vez ou outra levando a conversa para enzo, que, por sua vez, sorriu para o vizinho, transmitindo uma impressão de cortesia e simpatia, mas seus pensamentos estavam totalmente concentrados na mulher ao seu lado.

Não resistindo ao desejo que crescia dentro dele, Enzo deixou suas mãos descerem lentamente até o quadril dela, sentindo a suavidade da pele sob seus dedos, dedos esse que logo passearam até um dos lados da bunda de sua namorada, ainda fingindo normalidade, como se escutasse toda a conversa. Ele a apertou gentilmente, transmitindo um sutil sinal de possessividade e carinho enquanto a conversa continuava. O tempo pareceu desacelerar enquanto eles trocavam palavras com o vizinho, mas por dentro, Enzo estava ansioso pelo momento em que ficariam sozinhos novamente. Cada toque, cada olhar trocado com sua namorada apenas aumentava sua ânsia por ela.

Enquanto Enzo envolvia sua namorada em um abraço apaixonado, ela gentilmente interrompeu a efusiva troca de carinhos para dirigir algumas palavras ao vizinho, que ainda observava lá embaixo. "Sr. Oliveira, acho que já está na hora do almoço. Vamos retomar essa conversa mais tarde, tudo bem?", ela disse, sorrindo para o homem enquanto se afastava lentamente do abraço de Enzo.

O vizinho assentiu com um aceno, compreensivo. "Claro, sem problemas! até mais tarde, crianças.”, ele respondeu com um sorriso amigável antes de se retirar em direção à sua casa. Com a breve interação concluída, a namorada de Enzo se virou para ele, pronta para retomar o momento de intimidade que haviam interrompido. No entanto, antes que pudesse dizer qualquer coisa, sentiu a cabeça de Enzo se esconder em seu pescoço, seus braços a envolvendo por trás.

Ela suspirou suavemente, sentindo um arrepio percorrer sua espinha com os leves selares que Enzo deixava em seu pescoço. Era um gesto simples, mas carregado de afeto e ternura, que a fazia sentir-se amada e desejada. Os beijos aos poucos foram se tornando mordiscos, que fizeram a mulher reclinar seu corpo no toque caloroso do namorado, que por sua vez apertar mais seu quadril contra bunda dela, seus lábios indo delicadamente até o ouvido da namorada. “vamos entrar, nena, eu preciso comer uma coisa . . .”, ele sussurrou no pé do ouvido dela, a voz arrastada e incrivelmente manhosa, ele sabia bem quando e como usar ela. “o almoço ta pronto, já podemos nos servir, meu bem.”, ela comentou. Enzo riu manhoso da resposta dela, apertando-a mais em seus braços com ternura. "Você sempre pensando em comida, né?" Ele disse com um sorriso brincalhão, seus lábios roçando suavemente contra o pescoço dela enquanto ele falava. "Mas acho que consigo fazer um esforcinho para não esgotar você completamente, afinal, o cheiro do almoço está tão bom que seria um pecado não aproveitar depois.", sussurrou, antes de a puxar para dentro de casa novamente.

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yourusername precisava reabastecer o tanque ( a geladeira ), mas o pipito não queria sair do colo do enzo, ou seria o enzo que não queria largar o gato?

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moratodeschini vivendo ou apenas esperando o momento que eu vou dar o bote no gato e na esposa do enzo

vongrincicenzo nem vem não doida feliperamusiomora e eu aqui de enfeite do seu lado ne???

simonhempe um gato vivendo meu sonho

yourusername seu sonho é o colo do meu namorado?? vogrincicenzo você também o meu sonho, simón

pipegonzalezotano sua geladeira apenas triteza, trevas e depressão

rocco.posca to aqui lindinho esperando a diva soltar o drive com receitas pra eu comer tudo amanhã

matiasrecalt oi, o rocco falou algo sobre drive e receitas diarias. . . não recebi por que????

kuku.esteban pelo menos os queridos foram comprar e não roubaram mais ninguém, a vizinhança agradece

agustinpardella quem te garante que eles não roubaram o mercado? jeronimogiocondobosia e amanhã no jornal nacional . . .

Enquanto Enzo e sua companheira percorriam os corredores repletos de prateleiras repletas de ingredientes coloridos e aromáticos, uma embalagem de macarrão chamou a atenção dela. Com um sorriso nos lábios, ela o ergueu, exibindo-a com um olhar inquisitivo. "Qual tipo de molho você prefere hoje, amor?", sua voz carregava uma nota de curiosidade, como se estivesse pronta para se aventurar na criação de um novo prato. Enzo, encarando a embalagem com um brilho de antecipação nos olhos, considerou por um momento antes de responder, seu sorriso se alargando à medida que imaginava os sabores se combinando na perfeição.

"Que tal um molho de tomate bem temperadinho?" sugeriu ele, sua mente já percorrendo os passos para preparar o prato. Ele podia visualizar os tomates frescos sendo cortados em pedaços suculentos, o aroma do alho dourando na panela, e os temperos dançando ao redor, prontos para transformar o simples macarrão em uma obra-prima culinária. Sua companheira assentiu com um sorriso de aprovação e disse suavemente: "Sabe, eu estava pensando, podemos experimentar aquela receita que a gente viu no tiktok? Parecia deliciosa e seria uma ótima opção para o café da manhã."

Enzo sorriu, concordando com a ideia. "Podemos fazer isso amanhã de manhã. Acho que será uma maneira perfeita de começar o dia.", enquanto continuavam esperando na fila do caixa, Enzo sentiu um calor reconfortante ao segurar a mão da sua companheira. Era um gesto simples, mas que enchia seu coração de amor e gratidão. Ele percebeu o quanto era sortudo por ter alguém tão especial ao seu lado.

Enzo olhou para sua companheira e disse com um sorriso sincero: "Você sempre tem as melhores ideias. . .", rapidamente escutou o riso de sua namorada, que se abraçava mais no braço do amado, um carinho muito grande em sua risada. Enquanto esperavam na fila do caixa, o ambiente tranquilo do mercado parecia envolvê-los em um casulo de intimidade. Enzo sentiu o calor do corpo dela se aproximando, e antes que pudesse perceber, ela apoiou suavemente o rosto em seu ombro, seus olhares se encontrando em um momento de cumplicidade. Os olhos dela brilhavam com ternura enquanto o encaravam, transmitindo um sentimento de carinho e conexão que enchia o coração de Enzo de uma doce sensação de amor. Ele podia sentir o calor da respiração dela, cada batida do coração dela parecia ecoar em perfeita harmonia com a sua. Sem pensar muito, Enzo deixou seus instintos guiarem suas ações. Com uma suavidade quase instintiva, ele inclinou-se ligeiramente para frente, capturando os lábios dela em um rápido e delicado selar. Foi um gesto simples, mas cheio de significado, uma expressão de afeto que falava volumes sem a necessidade de palavras. Os lábios dela responderam ao toque, seus corações dançando em sintonia, selando o momento com uma doce promessa de amor mútuo e apoio incondicional. O mundo ao redor parecia desaparecer, deixando apenas eles dois, perdidos em seu próprio pequeno universo de carinho e amor. “eu tenho que começar a mudar de supermercado”, Enzo e sua companheira estavam imersos em seu próprio mundo, perdidos no doce momento que compartilhavam, quando uma voz conhecida interrompeu sua bolha de intimidade. Era a voz animada de Matias Recalt, certamente o melhor e mais próximo amigo do casal, que se aproximava segurando uma cesta de supermercado. "mais pudor, fazendo o favor", exclamou Matias, com um sorriso brincalhão no rosto. Enzo e sua companheira se separaram rapidamente, corando levemente com a surpresa de terem sido pegos em um momento tão íntimo. Trocaram olhares rápidos, compartilhando um sorriso envergonhado antes de cumprimentar Matias. "Oi, Matias!", disse Enzo, tentando disfarçar sua surpresa. "Como vai?" Matias riu, percebendo a leve tensão no ar. "Desculpe interromper o momento romântico de vocês. Espero que eu tenha sido inconveniente!”, a mulher riu, sacudindo a cabeça. "Não se preocupe, Matias, só nos distraímos um pouco." Enzo concordou, aliviado por conhecer a descontração de Matias. "ah jura, nem tinha percebido." Enquanto aguardavam na fila do caixa, a conversa entre os três fluía naturalmente, como sempre acontecia quando estavam juntos. Matias compartilhou algumas histórias engraçadas sobre seu dia e Enzo não pôde deixar de rir, seu braço indo rapidamente ára cima do ombro dela, enquanto ela sorria, apreciando a animação dos amigos.

Enquanto isso, eles passavam pelas compras, cada um carregando suas cestas em direção ao caixa. A atmosfera era leve e descontraída, e Enzo sentia-se grato pela presença de seus amigos. Quando finalmente chegou a vez deles no caixa, Matias se despediu com um aceno, desejando-lhes uma boa noite. Enzo e sua companheira agradeceram a ele pelo divertido encontro e trocaram mais alguns sorrisos antes de se dirigirem para fora do mercado.

O ar fresco da noite os envolveu enquanto saíam, e Enzo e sua namorada caminhavam juntos em direção às suas bicicletas estacionadas. Eles entrelaçaram suas mãos, uma conexão simples, mas significativa, que simbolizava o apoio e o carinho que compartilhavam.

"E esse seria mais um quase fim de dia", disse Enzo, olhando para sua companheira com um sorriso. Ela assentiu, concordando. "Sim, mesmo que tenha sido invadido no final de tudo.", Enzo riu, concordando com ela. "É verdade, achei engraçado ele ter anotado tudo que você comprou pra poder cozinhar amanhã.", eles chegaram às suas bicicletas e, juntos, montaram nelas, prontos para voltar para casa.

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yourusername E vamos de finalização com o cast no The Sims 4.

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blaspolidori ele jogando dele mesmo mexendo no computador

yourusername ele tava planejando nosso casamento vogrincicenzo e você era o garoto das flores

simonhempe todo mundo do cast?

yourusername tem um ou outro que não estão filmbayona eu to? yourusername sim, mas misteriosamente vive faminto

pipegonzalezotano pelo menos no mundo falso eu tenho que estar assistindo um jogo comendo uma carne de verdade

rocco.posca espero que tenha baixado mod pro meu cabelo

matiasrecalt tenho a mesma altura que o blas ai, meu jogo favorito

moratodeschini deveriamos avisar pro enzo que ela tem wicked whims???

alfosinacarrocio ele vai descobrir eventualmente vogrincicenzo véi . . . foi DO NADA

Após uma noite tranquila e reconfortante, Enzo e sua namorada decidiram aproveitar o tempo juntos jogando The Sims. Sentada confortavelmente no colo dele, ela segurava o mouse com destreza enquanto ele observava atentamente a tela do computador, imerso no mundo virtual que se desdobrava diante deles. Juntos, eles construíram uma pequena comunidade fictícia com os meninos do cast do filme, cada detalhe cuidadosamente planejado para refletir seus gostos e personalidades. Enzo ficava fascinado ao ver a criatividade de sua namorada fluir enquanto ela decorava as casas, escolhia os móveis e planejava as carreiras dos sims. Era como se estivessem criando um mundo próprio, onde podiam escapar das preocupações do dia a dia e se perder em aventuras imaginárias.

Enquanto ela mergulhava no jogo, Enzo apreciava a oportunidade de simplesmente observá-la, maravilhando-se com a maneira como sua expressão se iluminava com cada conquista e desafio superado. Sentir o calor de sua presença em seu colo era reconfortante, um lembrete constante do amor e da cumplicidade que compartilhavam. Enzo observava atentamente a tela do computador enquanto sua namorada manipulava os controles do jogo. De repente, uma interação entre o sim que representava ele e o que representava sua namorada chamou sua atenção. Ele assistiu com fascinação enquanto os sims trocavam gestos de carinho e afeto, refletindo de alguma forma a dinâmica de seu próprio relacionamento.

No entanto, sua surpresa logo se transformou em choque quando, de repente, o jogo ativou um mod conhecido como Wicked Whims. Seu rosto contorceu-se em uma expressão de surpresa e confusão ao testemunhar as interações explicitamente românticas entre os sims, muito além do que ele estava acostumado a ver no jogo.

Virando-se para sua namorada, que ainda estava confortavelmente sentada em seu colo, Enzo perguntou com incredulidade: "O que está acontecendo? É assim que o jogo é agora?" Sua voz carregava uma mistura de curiosidade e incerteza enquanto tentava processar o que acabara de testemunhar. Ela apenas sorriu suavemente, percebendo sua confusão. Com um toque reconfortante em seu ombro, ela explicou que aquele não era o jogo em sua forma original, mas sim uma modificação feita por fãs para adicionar uma nova camada de realismo e complexidade às interações dos sims. “ah sim, então nossa realidade é começar a trepar do nada?”

“não é como se você conseguisse manter essas mãos longe de mim. . .”, debochou, Enzo não pôde conter uma risada diante da resposta de sua namorada. Seu riso era uma mistura de alívio e diversão, enquanto ele se ajustava confortavelmente no cadeira, suas mãos automaticamente apertando suavemente a cintura dela, como se buscasse um contato mais próximo para dissipar a surpresa.

Enquanto seus dedos acariciavam levemente a cintura dela, Enzo sentiu-se reconfortado pela presença dela em seu colo. “aparentemente ela ta comendo por dois agora . . . bem que aqui fora a gente podia tentar também né, nena?”

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paring: enzo vogrincic x fem!reader [ no faceclaim ] summary: your boyfriend, enzo, needs to lose a lot of weight during the filming of his new movie. You decided that you wouldn't let it be a torture for him, discovering and sharing new recipes together. writer: I always find myself thinking about Enzo talking about how it was a great time for him, the time he needed to lose weight. And I got the little idea of ​​him being quite domestic with his girlfriend, trying out those new recipes that would help with the weight loss journey.

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yourusername It's been 84 years since this house went on a mandatory diet, mainly because I wouldn't leave Enzo completely alone in this, and now father and son are both kinda grumpy

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simonhempe pipito suffering from having to eat healthily, just like me fr

yourusername He is suffering because his father can no longer spoil him with food, gato arruinado

moratodeschini give the cat what he wants, the man I don't really care????

kuku.esteban I'm in favor of hiring pipo to act in pipe's place, almost same name

rocco.posca wtf??? Why does your breakfast seem to be tastier than it should be??

matiasrecalt My meals are so tasteless I'm thinking about throwing myself off the cabbage tree vogrincicenzo thank god is my girlfriend who cook this type of thing for me

pipegonzalezotano missing real food hour

paubaldini this seems soo good, i'm gonna ugly cry

Enzo woke up that morning with a sense of calm and determination that enveloped him like a gentle hug. The sunlight, filtered through the partly open curtains, painted the room with a golden aura, making him feel as though he were immersed in a peaceful dream. Nestled between soft sheets, he allowed his mind to adjust to waking up, absorbing the serenity that permeated the environment. The enticing aroma of coffee wafted through the air, filling him with anticipation and comfort. He knew, without needing to get up, that his girlfriend was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast with care and love. It was a ritual of connection, a way to start the day together, sharing not only meals but also dreams and aspirations.

The weight loss journey for his role in "The Snow Society" had become more than just a professional goal. It had become a central part of their lives, a shared journey that strengthened their bond and united them in a common purpose. They had embraced this journey together, facing challenges and celebrating victories side by side. Every morning, as they smelled the fresh coffee and contemplated the soft light flooding the room, they renewed their mutual commitment to care for each other and themselves. It was more than just losing weight for a role; it was about taking care of their bodies, nurturing their minds, and strengthening their relationship through mutual support and camaraderie.

With a gentle yawn, Enzo stretched in bed, letting the last remnants of sleep escape his body. Wearing his comfortable pajama shorts, he prepared for another day filled with challenges and adventures alongside his partner. Aware of the possibilities the day held, he filled himself with determination and curiosity, readily willing to face whatever came his way. As he stepped through the partly open door of the kitchen, Enzo was greeted by the familiar and comforting sound of hot water passing through the coffee filter. The welcoming aroma filled the room, enveloping him in an aura of comfort and familiarity. His girlfriend was focused, her skilled hands carefully cutting fresh fruits, ready to compose the perfect breakfast. The morning ritual of preparing the first meal of the day together was a tangible expression of their love and mutual commitment.

As he watched his partner work with skill, Enzo couldn't help but smile at Pipo, the couple's lazy cat, elegantly stretched out on the counter, lazily watching the kitchen activity. The feline was a constant presence in their lives, bringing comfort and joy with its serene and indolent personality. Enzo approached the counter, enveloping his girlfriend in a hug from behind, planting a loving kiss on her neck. The atmosphere was imbued with a tranquil serenity, as if the very air were suffused with an aura of peace. The gentle clinking of knives cutting fresh fruit was the only sound breaking the silence, creating a delicate and comforting melody that filled the kitchen. Enzo, entering quietly, contemplated the scene with a sense of calm and admiration.

His girlfriend was immersed in her work, her graceful and precise movements revealing the dedication and care she put into each task, not only in meal preparation but also in nurturing their relationship. Every fruit cut was executed with a mastery that denoted years of practice and love for the culinary arts. Enzo watched her with a sparkle in his eyes, marveling at his partner's skill and grace. It was as if she were dancing among the ingredients, moving with a natural harmony and fluidity that captivated his heart. In her delicate gestures, he saw not only a master in the kitchen but also a committed companion intent on making every shared moment special and meaningful.

As the sunlight gently spilled through the window, illuminating the scene with golden hues, Enzo felt inundated with a sense of gratitude and tenderness. That was the essence of the life they had built together: simple moments, yet laden with love and mutual care. And in that moment, as he stood there, silently admiring her, Enzo knew there was no place he'd rather be than by her side, sharing every small moment of the journey they had chosen to walk together.

Enzo felt a comforting warmth spread through his chest as he wrapped his girlfriend in a hug from behind, his arms enveloping her with tenderness and protection. The delicate scent emanating from her enveloped him like an invisible embrace, flooding his senses with a feeling of familiarity and love. She was more than his partner; she was his anchor amidst the storms of life, his source of comfort and strength in times of adversity. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Enzo allowed himself to sink into that moment of shared intimacy, letting himself be carried away by the comforting sensation of being with the person he loved. Each beat of his heart seemed to echo the deep bond they shared, strengthening their connection and renewing his determination to face the challenges that lay ahead.

As his arms embraced his girlfriend, Enzo felt her gently interrupt the fruit cutting, her fingers sliding down his arm with a gentle caress. It was as if she could read his thoughts, sharing not only his concerns about the necessary weight loss for the role but also his determination to make this journey as bearable and rewarding as possible for both of them. It was in moments like these, surrounded by the calm of the morning and the comforting presence of each other, that Enzo found strength and inspiration to keep moving forward. Knowing they had each other to lean on, to share the joys and burdens of life, was an invaluable gift that he would never cease to cherish.

Enzo knew well that she had delved headfirst into extensive research, consulting nutritionists and exploring various approaches to diet and weight loss. Every article read, every conversation with experts, was an incessant quest for knowledge, an attempt to find the most effective and healthy path to achieve their goals. Her determination was palpable, and Enzo deeply admired her tireless dedication. Together, they had turned all that knowledge into action, developing a carefully crafted meal plan. Every meal was meticulously planned, ensuring they received all the necessary nutrients to sustain their bodies during the intense weight loss process. However, the plan wasn't just about nutritional aspects; they also made sure that each dish was an enjoyable gastronomic experience, preserving the taste and pleasure of food.

Enzo felt a profound sense of gratitude for having such a dedicated and loving partner by his side. She not only shared their goals but also invested her time and energy to ensure they achieved success together. It was a clear demonstration of the mutual commitment they nurtured, not only regarding weight loss but also in building and strengthening their relationship. As the comforting aroma of coffee filled the kitchen, Enzo took a moment to appreciate the tranquility of the moment. There, next to his partner, he knew that no matter how challenging the road ahead might be, they would be together.

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yourusername Today's lunch featured seafood, and for dessert, Enzo stole tangerines from the neighbor and pretended it was normal (which it probably is for him, since we don't buy tangerines and he's always eating one).

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kuku.esteban Tomorrow it will be in all the newspapers in Latin America: Uruguayan actor steals mixiricas and an INCAPABLE elderly man

vongrincicenzo incapable is me, that old man is in excellent condition

franromerofran stop immediately, you are prohibited from posting delicious food

yourusername that's my boyfriend fran franromerofran STOP

pipegonzalezotano NO MORE SALAD I BEG YOU

rocco.posca Another day, another desire to live in the Vogrincic house

feliperamusiomora petition for enzo to let us sleep on his couch vogrincicenzo petition denied, and don't listen to nena, she shouldn't agree

agustinpardella I can smell the shrimp in the photo, I'm going crazy

alfosinacarrocio I'm stopping in front of your house immediately

Enzo was sitting on the balcony of the apartment, immersed in his lines as he reviewed the script for his next project. The golden afternoon sun bathed the surroundings, gently warming his face and illuminating the space around him. The warm breeze blew softly, carrying with it the fresh scent of flowers from the garden below.

However, even amidst his concentration, something caught his attention. His eyes diverted from the paper and fixed on the tangerine trees in the front house. It was a simple yet captivating sight. The branches laden with small citrus fruits swayed gently in the wind, creating a delicate and mesmerizing dance. That old house had always held a charm over Enzo since he and his girlfriend moved into the apartment. The weathered walls and windows adorned with lace curtains evoked a sense of nostalgia and romance that he simply adored. But it was the tangerine trees that truly fascinated him.

Every time he looked at those small bushes, Enzo was transported to a place of tranquility and calm. With determination, Enzo carefully placed Pipo, his sleepy cat that was on his lap, onto the balcony table. He felt the slight weight of the feline transfer to the wood as he rose, ready to venture out. The sun still gently bathed the surroundings, casting playful shadows across the furniture.

Enzo leaned, but did not close, the balcony door silently, letting the cat enjoy the fresh air as he ventured outside. Passing through the kitchen, a delicious aroma of home-cooked food enveloped him. His girlfriend, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and denim shorts, was focused on preparing lunch. Her hair fell casually over her shoulders as she skillfully stirred a pot. A wave of desire washed over him as he saw her there, so natural and beautiful in the simplicity of that everyday moment. Enzo felt an intense urge to approach her, to envelop her in his arms and whisper words of love. But he resisted, knowing he had a mission to accomplish that day.

With a discreet smile on his lips, Enzo restrained himself, averting his gaze with determination. With careful steps, he left the house and closed the door with a gentle click, ensuring there was no noise to disturb the tranquility inside. The wood of the door fit perfectly into the frame, as if cooperating with his intention to leave without attracting attention.

As the sun began to bathe the kitchen with its golden rays, the current cook of the house began to feel the gentle touch of Pipo sliding down her leg. She was surprised by the cat's presence there, knowing that at that time, he would probably be enjoying the sun on the balcony with Enzo. With a curious smile, she bent down to pet the feline and asked in a soft voice, "What are you doing here, Pipo? Where's your dad?" Pipo looked at her with his large curious eyes but made no sound in response. His tail moved slowly from side to side, as if subtly communicating something.

Intrigued, the woman picked up the cat and decided to investigate. With light steps and the cat nestled between her arms, she headed to the balcony, where she hoped to find her boyfriend. Upon reaching the glass door that separated the kitchen from the outdoor space, a gentle breeze caressed her face, bringing with it the fresh scent of plants and flowers. Her eyes scanned the balcony, looking for Enzo, but he wasn't there. She furrowed her brow, confused by his absence, but her heart warmed at the tranquil and serene scene before her. The sun's rays painted everything with golden hues, creating an atmosphere of peace and serenity.

With a contented sigh, Enzo's girlfriend approached the table, where Pipo used to settle next to his boyfriend. She imagined Enzo there, immersed in his thoughts or perhaps reviewing the script while the cat slept peacefully by his side. Realizing that Enzo wasn't on the balcony, his girlfriend began to search for him, talking to Pipo as she looked around. "Where did your dad go?" she muttered, while the cat meowed in response, as if trying to help in the search.

Her gaze eventually found Enzo in the front house, using his t-shirt to make a basket and pick tangerines from the neighbor's tree. With a playful smile, she greeted the man who lived in the house, saying, "Good morning, Mr. Oliveira!"

Enzo, surprised by his girlfriend's sudden appearance, quickly looked up and, in doing so, lost his balance, dropping some of the fruits he had picked, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he tried to retrieve the tangerines that had rolled out of the makeshift basket. His girlfriend chuckled softly at the situation, approaching to help him gather the fallen fruits. Enzo smiled, feeling relieved that it was just another playful joke from his beloved, until the voice of the neighboring gentleman emerged not as distant as he would have liked. "Good morning, dear, how's your afternoon going?" he addressed the neighbor with a wave, working in his garden not so far from the tangerine trees. Enzo's eyes widened quickly; it was clear that she would know about it, taking time to talk to her neighbor when she wasn't working and Enzo wasn't home. Enzo and his girlfriend looked at each other, sharing a knowing smile before Enzo quickly ran back to his apartment, leaving the freshly picked tangerines on the kitchen counter. Upon arriving home, he found his girlfriend still chatting with the neighbor on the balcony. He smiled to see her so comfortable but decided to surprise her and continue playing the role of the good guy to the old man who lived in the house across the street.

With light steps, Enzo pretended to leave the house for the first time that day, yawning exaggeratedly and stretching as he approached her from behind. The gentle breeze played with his hair as he approached, his loose t-shirt adorning his body casually. One of his hands slid gently to her waist, while the other stretched in a theatrical yawn. He leaned in to gently kiss the top of her head, his lips brushing lightly against her hair as he spoke.

"Ah, good morning, babe," he murmured sleepily, trying to maintain a tone of surprise in his voice. "Good morning, Mr. Oliveira!" his voice now a bit louder, as he greeted the neighbor, waving gently to him, who waved back. His girlfriend turned with a smile on her lips as she felt Enzo's touch, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she realized what he was doing, deciding to play along. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she replied, laughing softly. "Are you aware that it's already lunchtime?"

Enzo laughed, feeling happy to be sharing that relaxed moment with her. "You know how it is, I was up late last night, it was reealy hard to sleep," he joked, gently squeezing his girlfriend's waist in a loving gesture. The neighbor, who was watching the scene with a friendly smile, once again drew the couple's attention, engaging in a new conversation with the woman, occasionally bringing up Enzo, who, in turn, smiled at the neighbor, conveying an impression of courtesy and friendliness, but his thoughts were fully focused on the woman by his side.

Unable to resist the growing desire within him, Enzo let his hands slowly descend to her hips, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingers, which soon wandered to one side of her ass, still pretending normalcy, as if listening to the whole conversation. He gently squeezed it, conveying a subtle signal of possessiveness and affection as the conversation continued. Time seemed to slow down as they exchanged words with the neighbor, but inside, Enzo was eager for the moment when they would be alone again. Each touch, each glance exchanged with his girlfriend only heightened his longing for her.

As Enzo enveloped his girlfriend in a passionate embrace, she gently interrupted the effusive exchange of affection to address a few words to the neighbor, who was still watching from below. "Mr. Oliveira, I think it's time for lunch. Let's resume this conversation later, okay?" she said, smiling at the man as she slowly moved away from Enzo's embrace.

The neighbor nodded understandingly. "Of course, no problem! See you later, kids," he replied with a friendly smile before heading back to his house. With the brief interaction concluded, Enzo's girlfriend turned to him, ready to resume the moment of intimacy they had interrupted. However, before she could say anything, she felt Enzo's head bury into her neck, his arms wrapping around her from behind.

She sighed softly, feeling a shiver run down her spine with the light kisses Enzo left on her neck. It was a simple gesture, but filled with affection and tenderness, which made her feel loved and desired. The kisses gradually turned into nibbles, causing the woman to lean back into her boyfriend's warm touch, who in turn pressed his hips more against hers, his lips delicately moving to her ear. "Let's go inside, babe, I need to eat something…" he whispered in her ear, his voice husky and incredibly endearing, he knew well when and how to use it. "Lunch is ready, we can serve ourselves now, my love," she commented. Enzo chuckled playfully at her response, squeezing her more in his arms with tenderness. "Always thinking about food, huh?" He said with a teasing smile, his lips gently brushing against her neck as he spoke. "But I think I can make an effort not to completely exhaust you, after all, the smell of lunch is so good that it would be a sin not to enjoy it later," he whispered, before pulling her back into the house again.

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yourusername Time to replenish some shortages in the fridge, and Pipito decided he didn't want to leave Enzo's lap, or was it Enzo who decided not to let go of the cat?

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moratodeschini Living or just waiting for the moment when I'll steal Enzo's cat and girl?

vongrincicenzo please don't feliperamusiomora I'm right here, you know?

simonhempe pipito just living the life I dream of

yourusername you dream abou my boyfriend's lap? vogrincicenzo I also dream about u

pipegonzalezotano your fridge must be very sad

rocco.posca just waiting for her to decide what they are going to eat for dinner so she can give me the drive with the recipes for my menu for tomorrow

matiasrecalt Rocco said something about uploads a recipe drive every night, nena send it to me

kuku.esteban It's good that you went out shopping and aren't stealing from other people's houses

agustinpardella Who's to say they didn't steal from the market? jeronimogiocondobosia and tomorrow in the daily newspaper . . .

As Enzo and his partner walked through the aisles filled with shelves brimming with colorful and aromatic ingredients, a package of pasta caught her attention. With a smile on her lips, she picked it up, displaying it with a curious gaze. "What kind of sauce do you prefer today, love?" Her voice carried a note of curiosity, as if she were ready to venture into creating a new dish. Enzo, staring at the package with anticipation in his eyes, considered for a moment before replying, his smile widening as he imagined the flavors blending perfectly.

"How about a well-seasoned tomato sauce?" he suggested, his mind already running through the steps to prepare the dish. He could visualize the fresh tomatoes being cut into juicy pieces, the aroma of garlic browning in the pan, and the spices dancing around, ready to transform the simple pasta into a culinary masterpiece. His partner nodded with a smile of approval and said softly, "You know, I was thinking, we could try that recipe we saw on TikTok? It looked delicious and would be a great option for breakfast."

Enzo smiled, agreeing with the idea. "We can do that tomorrow morning. I think it will be a perfect way to start the day." As they continued to wait in line at the checkout, Enzo felt a comforting warmth as he held his partner's hand. It was a simple gesture, but it filled his heart with love and gratitude. He realized how lucky he was to have someone so special by his side.

Enzo looked at his partner and said with a sincere smile, "You always have the best ideas . . ." He quickly heard his girlfriend's laughter, as she hugged onto his arm, a great deal of affection in her laughter. As they waited in the checkout line, the tranquil atmosphere of the market seemed to envelop them in a cocoon of intimacy. Enzo felt her body heat drawing closer, and before he could realize it, she gently rested her face on his shoulder, their gazes meeting in a moment of complicity. Her eyes sparkled with tenderness as they looked at him, conveying a feeling of affection and connection that filled Enzo's heart with a sweet sensation of love. He could feel the warmth of her breath, each beat of her heart seemed to echo in perfect harmony with his own. Without thinking too much, Enzo let his instincts guide his actions. With an almost instinctive gentleness, he leaned forward slightly, capturing her lips in a quick and delicate kiss. It was a simple gesture, but full of meaning, an expression of affection that spoke volumes without the need for words. Her lips responded to the touch, their hearts dancing in unison, sealing the moment with a sweet promise of mutual love and unconditional support. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little universe of affection and love.

"I have to start changing supermarkets," Enzo and his partner were immersed in their own world, lost in the sweet moment they shared, when a familiar voice interrupted their bubble of intimacy. It was the lively voice of Matias Recalt, certainly the couple's best and closest friend, approaching with a shopping basket. "A little modesty, please," exclaimed Matias, with a playful smile on his face. Enzo and his partner quickly separated, blushing slightly at the surprise of being caught in such an intimate moment. They exchanged quick glances, sharing a shy smile before greeting Matias. "Hi, Matias!" said Enzo, trying to disguise his surprise. "How are you?" Matias laughed, noticing the slight tension in the air. "Sorry for interrupting your romantic moment. I hope I was being intrusive!" The woman laughed, shaking her head. "Don't worry, Matias, we just got a little distracted." Enzo agreed, relieved to see Matias's easygoing nature. "Oh, didn't even notice."

As they waited in the checkout line, the conversation between the three flowed naturally, as it always did when they were together. Matias shared some funny stories about his day, and Enzo couldn't help but laugh, while his partner smiled, enjoying the friends' banter.

Meanwhile, they went through their purchases, each carrying their baskets towards the checkout. The atmosphere was light and relaxed, and Enzo felt grateful for the presence of their friends. When it was finally their turn at the checkout, Matias bid them farewell with a wave, wishing them a good night. Enzo and his partner thanked him for the enjoyable encounter and exchanged more smiles before heading out of the market.

The cool night air enveloped them as they exited, and Enzo and his girlfriend walked together towards their parked bicycles. They intertwined their hands, a simple yet meaningful connection that symbolized the support and affection they shared.

"And that would be another almost end of the day," said Enzo, looking at his partner with a smile. She nodded, agreeing. "Yes, even though it was interrupted at the end."

Enzo laughed, agreeing with her. "True, I found it funny he wrote down everything you bought so he could cook tomorrow." They reached their bicycles and, together, mounted them, ready to head back home.

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yourusername Ending the day with the cast on The Sims.

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yourusername he was planning our wedding vogrincicenzo and you're the flower boy, blas

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moratodeschini should we tell Enzo that she has wicked whims??

alfosinacarrocio let's wait for the reaction vogrincicenzo guys . . . it was so much out of nowhere

After a peaceful and comforting night, Enzo and his girlfriend decided to spend some time together playing The Sims. Sitting comfortably on his lap, she skillfully held the mouse while he watched attentively at the computer screen, immersed in the virtual world unfolding before them. Together, they built a small fictional community with characters from the movie cast, with every detail carefully planned to reflect their tastes and personalities. Enzo was fascinated watching his girlfriend's creativity flow as she decorated the houses, chose the furniture, and planned the sims' careers. It was as if they were creating their own world, where they could escape the daily worries and get lost in imaginary adventures.

As she delved into the game, Enzo appreciated the opportunity to simply observe her, marveling at how her expression brightened with every achievement and challenge overcome. Feeling the warmth of her presence on his lap was comforting, a constant reminder of the love and companionship they shared. Enzo watched closely at the computer screen as his girlfriend manipulated the game controls. Suddenly, an interaction between the sim representing him and the one representing his girlfriend caught his attention. He watched with fascination as the sims exchanged gestures of affection, somehow reflecting the dynamics of their own relationship.

However, his surprise soon turned to shock when suddenly the game activated a mod known as Wicked Whims. His face twisted in a expression of surprise and confusion as he witnessed the explicitly romantic interactions between the sims, far beyond what he was used to seeing in the game. Turning to his girlfriend, who was still comfortably seated on his lap, Enzo asked incredulously, "What's going on? Is this how the game is now?" His voice carried a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty as he tried to process what he had just witnessed. She simply smiled gently, noticing his confusion. With a reassuring touch on his shoulder, she explained that this was not the game in its original form, but rather a fan-made modification to add a new layer of realism and complexity to the sims' interactions."Oh, so our reality is to just start hooking up out of nowhere?"

"It's not like you can keep those hands off me…" Enzo chuckled at his girlfriend's response. His laughter was a mix of relief and amusement as he settled comfortably in the chair, his hands automatically gently squeezing her waist, as if seeking closer contact to dispel the surprise. As his fingers lightly caressed her waist, Enzo felt comforted by her presence on his lap. "Apparently she's eating for two now… maybe we could try that out here too, right nena?"

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🇬🇧: a sneak peak of my next smau 🥹🥹

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OBSESSED 𐙚 lando norris

౨ৎ lando norris x singer!reader

the one where reader releases her album about her best friend and he finally realises how in love she is with him ( based on this request )

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warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment хохо

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yourinstagram GUTS (spilled) is out!! and the music video for obsessed too!! the GUTS have been spilled 🫀💋🧣

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: ࿐ LATE NIGHT TALKING ˎˊ˗ ollie bearman

❝ we’ve been doing all this late night talking, ‘bout anything you want until the morning.❞

summary: in which you’re a social media influencer who hosts late-night podcasts with other influencers/celebrities.

warnings: fluff. influencer/18yo! reader. nervous! ollie.

Ollie shuffles in his beanbag, his eyes nervously darting around the decorated studio. It was filled with all sorts of decor that represented nighttime. From the large crescent-shaped moon mirror to the starry night carpet that traveled along the wooden floor, the entire room fits the name of your podcast quite perfectly.

Various star-shaped fairy lights were strung across the walls; creating a soft golden hue. There were five beanbags in total, however, only two of them were occupied. While Ollie rested in the vibrant red beanbag, you were settled in a sage green one. Ollie adjusted his headphones while you made sure the microphones were working properly. In front of the both of you, was a large wooden tray filled with different snacks and drinks.

Once the microphones were good, you gave Ollie a thumbs-up to signal that you were hitting record.

“Hi everyone!” You waved at the camera. “Welcome to another episode of Late Night Talking. Tonight, our special guest is Ollie Bearman!” You pointed in Ollie’s direction with jazz hands.

Ollie smiles at the camera as he waves, saying a quick ‘hello’ into his microphone.

“Now if you don’t know who Ollie is, here’s a little rundown. Ollie is an F2 or Formula 2 race driver and the youngest F1 or Formula 1 Ferrari driver! He was announced as Carlos Sainz's replacement when the racer had suffered from appendicitis.” You give a simple background on the boy across from you.

As you spoke, Ollie’s eyes traveled onto your figure. He took a quick glance up and down at the outfit you wore. Since your podcast took place late in the night, the only requirement you had given Ollie was to dress as if he was going to bed. Ollie wore plaid printed pajama pants with a white crewneck. When he arrived at the studio, he originally had sneakers on his feet but you offered him a pair of race care slippers instead. You on the other hand wore a pink bunny onesie with matching bunny slippers. The hood of the onesie was placed on top of your headphones, and your hands occasionally fiddled with the large ears on the side.

“So Ollie, how was it when you entered the paddock when you went to race for Carlos?” You question.

Ollie lets out a breath as he adjusts himself. “W-well,” he nervously starts, “it was very. . .different? I didn’t really know anyone there, personally, so I didn’t have much friends. But the atmosphere felt the same as any race. I walked in knowing what I had to do, where my goals were.”

You hum, listening to him thoughtfully. Reaching for a gummy worm, you ask another question before popping it into your mouth. “Was there anything or anyone who helped with your nerves? Were you nervous or was it like your adrenaline compressed any jitters you had?”

Rubbing his arm, Ollie nods at your question. “I was definitely nervous. I called one of my f-friends from F2 before I went to the paddock. The entire time we talked, he was just telling me how proud he was and how ‘I got this’. His enthusiasm definitely helped me. But, I also got to talk to Charles Leclerc and that had been very memorable for me. He gave me some advice and it kind of felt like an older brother moment.” He lets out a stumbled laugh, “Sorry, that probably sounded dumb.”

“Not at all, Ollie! I think that’s very sweet. I saw the pictures on Instagram of you and Charles and it was so cute.” You comment.

Hearing the word ‘cute’ caused a tint of heat to rush to his ears.

“Charles is a great person and driver. Getting advice from him honestly felt unreal. When I went to sleep that night, I honestly felt like I was in a dream the entire time.” Ollie expresses.

“Charles is very lovely! He has a kind heart.”

Your words cause Ollie to raise a brow in surprise, “You’ve met Charles?”

Nodding your head, you pictured the memory in your head. “Well, not in person, but over the phone. Lando was the first racer I’ve had on this podcast. He had mentioned how he and Charles had watched a few episodes and how they loved it. Lando ended up calling Charles on FaceTime, so we spoke for a bit.” You say with a smile. “But, I completely understand what you mean by that. There have been certain guests on here that I really look up to that gave me advice both on and off the screen and made the whole experience feel surreal.”

Both of you give each other soft stares. Ollie’s kind eyes poured into your own as you both reached for a drink and took a sip.

“Random question,” Ollie started, “How come you chose a night-themed podcast?”

“Well you see, I’m more of a night owl than a morning bird. I also love stars and the moon and I tend to get very talkative and detailed during the night. It’s been a dream of mine to start a podcast for a while and one night I actually had a dream where I made one called ‘Late Night Talking’ and I took that as my sign to do it. Plus sitting in pajamas and talking about life is a very therapeutic sensation to me.” You explain to him.

“When you say ‘took that as my sign’ do you believe in fate?” Ollie asks and you nod.

“I’m a big fate believer 100%. Sometimes there are moments when I’m like ehhhh maybe it’s just a coincidence but later on, I’m like ‘nope that was fate’!”

“I get that! That’s how I feel with racing sometimes!” Ollie is quick to agree with you.

Silence takes over for a brief moment as the two of you munch on some snacks. That is until a question strikes you.

“Oh!” You shout, startling Ollie as he grabs a few mini Hershey bars. “Is it true that Bearman’s give the best bear hugs?” You throw the question at him.

A dramatic sigh comes from Ollie’s lips as he registers your questions. He sends you a look that reads ‘are you kidding me’. You raise your hands in a surrendering gesture. “Hey, the people wanna know. Don’t hate the messenger, Ollie.”

“Why don’t you test it out to give an accurate answer?” He suggests which leaves your jaw-dropping.

“Are you serious..?”

Ollie nods while opening his arms. The nervous and shy exterior had been broken at this point. After getting comfortable with your conversations and your attitude, Ollie revealed more of his bold side.

Glancing at the camera, you shrugged before moving out of your beanbag and nearing Ollie. He stood up as well, his arms still opened wide; welcoming you into him. As your arms wrapped around him, you could feel his enclosure on your waist. He squeezed you tightly, not to the point it was suffocating and annoying, but to the point where the hug almost felt like you were at home. You let out a relaxing hum as your body attempted to bring Ollie even closer. The both of you held bright smiles on your lips.

“Ollie, you just might be the best hugger I’ve ever met.”

‎─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽

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y/n.latenighttalking tonight’s episode is out! spent the night talking with the one and only ollie bearman!! i can now confirm that he gives bear hugs🤭 check out the new episode and comment your favorite part!

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user01 THE HUGGING PICTURE???? ARE THEY DATING??

olliebearman it was an honor being on the podcast. thank you so much y/n for inviting me, i had a lot of fun :)

user01 ARE YALL DATING

user03 i ship it.

arthur_leclerc ah ah ah..

kimi.antonelli NO WAY. ollie why didn’t you tell me 😦

olliebearman it was a secret🤫

landonorris I’m still your favorite racer on the podcast…right?

user03 HAHAHA LANDO

y/n.latenighttalking whatever makes you happy☺️

landonorris This is betrayal.

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O enzo e o kuku, no momento eu me encontro morrendo de amores pela amizade desses marmanjo de 30+ anos por causa de fotos com sofá verde, eu os amo tanto que dói 😩😩😩

🇬🇧 : Enzo and Kuku, at the moment I find myself falling in love with the friendship of these 30+ year old grown men because of photos with a green sofa, I love them so much it hurts.

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I’m in love and I want more??? 😭😭😭😭

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ one and two - chapter one (ls2)

Your father, the President of The United States, has decided the only way to keep you ‘tame’ is up have you married off… to a Formula One driver..?

logan sargeant x first daughter!reader, smau and short fic

tws: arranged marriage,

fc: yasmin barbieri (and random other pinterest found photos)

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yn.fdotus: taking a break from washington to see my collab with @ amaricarter at @ nyfw !!! aaaa!! geeking out a lil bit <3 all my hard work has finally paid off friends... many tears were shed xx

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user1: yn slaying in and outside of dc fr fr

user2: YESSS SLAY YN!!!

luis.fsotus: no pic credit :(?

⤷ yn.fdotus: this is for eating my panera >:(

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potus: so proud of you my little star!

user3: not her acc getting recommended to me bc logan sargeant follows her omg.

⤷ user2: no sameeee but i loveeee yn

user5: non-american f1 fans who love yn like this comment actually?

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user4: THATS MY FIRST DAUGHTER!!

“This is so stupid.” you grumble a complaint into the air, looking over at your mother as she laughs from where she sits in the William’s VIP room with your father and older brother-- both Santino Colombo, your father going by Santino and your brother going by Santi.

“He’s a nice young man!” Santino defends his actions as if he isn’t asking you to do the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. You have to pretend this guy who you have never met before is your boyfriend. Now, okay, you knew a bit about Logan because you’d been a fan of his for years because of your father’s love of Formula drivers, and Logan was the only American to get points in like… twenty years. You and Logan had followed each other on socials long ago when this first 'arranged marriage' thing was brought up. You'd spoken occasionally since, but nothing too serious. A flirt here or there, a joke, then mostly just formalities.

It wasn't that you didn't like Logan, he was a fine guy and easy on the eyes but it just felt... weird, to be forced into this.

With you being the more rebellious of the two of his kids, you had to be ‘locked up.’ Which was so stupid, your twenty six year old brother was a big party boy in college. Your father having paid off so many people to be hush about his drunken idiocy. But now he was already on his way to becoming a law firm CEO with a pretty wife and two daughters and you were a little fashion student who just had her first ever big break, never having done hard drugs or got the cops called on you like dear old Santi.

But you were a girl, something to be protected, and big breaks meant it was time for you to settle in the eyes of America’s leader.

And thus, your father got in contact with the Sargeants through Dalton somehow during your fathers candidacy. And now a year and two months later you were expected to be visiting your ‘secret boyfriend of two years.’

“He’s a wonderful guy,” Santino huffs at your obvious distaste, “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I thought he was going to be bad for you, you know.”

“You didn’t even ask me! What if I had a boyfriend!”

“You didn’t.” Santi says after a sip of his champagne, “and, if you did, Dad would’ve just had you marry the guy you were dating.”

“If he passed the dad test.” you complain, making your brother laugh while your father just rolls his eyes. You don’t have time to say anything else because he’s standing up to greet James Vowles, the team principal of Williams, and you follow suit.

"So this is the woman Logan's been keeping a secret?" James grins and you realize, yeah, okay now it's time to act.

"Sorry he kept you in the dark for so long, Mr. Vowles!" You smile, glancing over James' shoulder as you speak to see who can only be Logan approaching, "Logan does speak very highly of you."

"As he does you." James nods, stepping back to allow you to happily pull Logan in for a hug. None of this is rehearsed. None of this is planned. Logan's arms slot naturally around yours life he was sculpted from the same marble, and your head fits perfectly under his chin. When you both step back, you let out of a soft giggle with flushed cheeks and try to not see the obvious overjoyed expression on your fathers face.

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Logan's drivers room is neat, tidy, but small. He lets you take up the somewhat comfy couch while he pulls his fireproof over his head with his back to you. You both have sat in silence for the past five minutes, your parents whisking you off to the 'comfort' of Logan's room so you both could bond.

"So." Logan turns around once he's fully changed into his racing gear, and you try your hardest to make sure your eyes don't wander because god damnit did those fireproofs have to be so tight?

"So?" You echo with a tad more curiosity in your tone and Logan pops down next to you.

"I was told we need to have a consistent story to not get caught." His eyes meet yours breifly before he's looking away, almost bashfully as his hand comes to toy with his hair, "but I have no idea what that should be."

"You were born in Fort Lauderdale, right?" You ask, and when Logan nods you grin, "Alright, here it is, we were neighbors growing up. Your brother and my brother were really good friends, since I think they're the same age? We tagged along with the older brothers. When you moved we lost contact, but, when you started racing in Formula I got in contact with you via Instagram and the rest is history."

"Childhood best friends seems American enough," Logan grins and a laugh barks out of you that you aren't expecting. A smile pokes at his face and he looks away, almost like he's shy about making you laugh, which is only solidified by the blush you notice on his cheeks.

"Alrighty then, childhood best friend." You tap his thigh with your heel from where your legs are crossed, eyes peeking up as someone knocks on the door.

"Come in," Logan calls, his hand going to rest on your knee before none other than Alex Albon pops open the door with a very curious Lily behind him.

"Oh! Good." Alex steps in, letting Lily in before the door clicks shut. You can see Logan send Alex a confused look before the Thai driver opens his mouth and just says whatever comes to mind.

Which is, "How the fuck did you rizz her?"

"Alex!" Lily whacks her boyfriends arm and you can't help but burst into laughter, hiding your face in Logan's shoulder as you do. You miss whatever defense Logan throws at Alex because of the feeling of Logan pulling you closer by your thigh. It shocks you how much his touch feels like fire against your skin.

"All her," is what Logan says when he turns to you and the smile that crosses your face is natural as you shrug. Lily comes over to introduce herself, leaving Logan and Alex to bicker as she pulls you into a carefully coordinated hug.

"It's so nice to have another girl in the Williams garage." She says as she steps back, and you stand to continue the conversation a bit further away from whatever argument Alex has undoubtedly pulled Logan into now. Logan's hand squeezes your wrist when you walk away, a small fleeting touch, and it makes your cheeks red.

Shit. Why was he making you so flustered?

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lilymhe: @ logansargeant can u fight.

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"Are we like soft launching it?" You ask Logan as you wait for him to be called out to race, he's been fiddling with his sleeve for the past five minutes in agonizing silence. So you try and get his mind off the upcoming race.

"What?"

"Us, are we just gonna like... kiss after the race and be caught by cameras? Or try and like... be sneaky with it? Like pretending we're hiding from cameras but letting them catch us and whatnot."

Logan blinks, his hand falling from fiddling with his sleeve to his lap where you've laid your legs over. ("So you can get used to how close we have to be for media," Logan had suggested.) His hand comes to rub small circles just above your knee as you lean back against the back of the couch.

"I... is there one you prefer?" He asks, pulling out his phone to do what looks like texting someone back, "I can do either, I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"I think teasing it would be really cute," you smile and he nods, asking for you to explain, so you burst into a long list of ideas. Fleeting touches, hugs that last just a bit too long to be platonic, pictures of gifted bouquets and hidden faces for 'date nights' and early mornings. He smiles at you enthusiasm as you explain every little minute detail, and then he just takes one of your hands in his and presses a kiss to the back of it.

"Just tell me when, and I'm yours." He whispers, and you try to ignore the obvious affection in his eyes that has your cheeks warming up.

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Logan scores points. You're not even sure what place he ends up in, but you just know he scores points by the way Williams is cheering. You can even hear Logan laughing over his radio and your heart is in your throat as you join Lily in jumping up and down in excitement. Both Alex and Logan has gotten points, for the first time this season.

Your feet carry you, Lily pulling you along, your family laughing as you're brought to the garage and away from them. She detaches when Alex is out of his car, happily extending an arm for Lily to attach to his side as he holds his helmet in the other.

You, however, stop dead in your tracks.

Logan's tugging off his balaclava with the biggest smile on his face. The crows feet of his eyes tight with the smile that pulls them in, same with the way his cheeks puff out in happiness. You can't help but feel a blush on your face at the sight of him, sweaty, and yet with that amazing post-race glow your sister had joked about.

Holy shit, it really was a thing.

You feel cameras on you as you slowly make your way over, finding your footing like a fawn until Logan spots you and-- if possible, his grin grows even wider. You smile, quickening your steps until your pressed firm against his chest. His broad shoulder blocking the light as his arms encircle you, protecting you from the world as he dips his lips down to whisper.

"You can't look at me like that if we're soft-launching." He laughs and you follow suit, arms tight around his waist as you quickly reply,

"I'm just so proud of you, you drove really well today."

His arms tighten a bit more and you assume this is the whole, hugs that are a bit more than platonic bit. When you step back, he keeps his eyes on you and one hand on your back as Alex comes over to celebrate with him.

Later that night, a text lights up your phone,

'if you want a full miami day, tomorrow ill pick you up around nine?"

And the giggles that leave you are genuine as you throw yourself out of bed to pick out some clothes for the list of activities that Logan has planned.

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@hiireadstuff @tigerlily789 @minkyungseokie @woozarts @motheraiya @uzisplanet @struggling-with-delia

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paring: charles leclerc x fem!social media! reader [ has faceclaim ] summary: Strange comments started circulating about your image, your networks and even your work, all because of a viral video, now your boyfriend, not at all jealous, can no longer hide your relationship. writer: The faceclaim of choice was @ mharessa on Instagram, but there is a reason for the choice, everything here is a funny story that is kinda of happening right now in Brasil, with some modified details, I hope you like it ;3

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scuderiaferrari From the grid to your feed. 😎🇯🇵

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pipesancheez55 y/n knows exactly what we want to see. Charles and Carlos

charlooos and who's that??? pipesancheez55 she is the admin and social media for Ferrari, and close friends with both boys 55sainz_ now say it in a velvety voice: thank u yourusername

leciceecream admin I hope your metabolism is not accelerated, we are praying for you sweetie!!!

c2loover admin, do you know you are getting married???

bearbooy admin girl, i don't know how to tell you this, but it seems like you were invited to a wedding and you're the bride

carlitoswifey she needs to get a protective order leclerclnoffspring Charles please protect our mother

ln554 I think she's so cute with charles, such a shame she's going to marry that ugly

lestappenheart wtf is going on in this comment section????

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charles_leclerc 愛しています日本 🤍

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yourusername oooh how pretty are this pictures!!! who take them???

charles_leclerc annoying random girl in the last picture, think she is a stalker or something like that lechairpastry oh well, your stalker is being stalked, charlie

drawstaars16 you're neve beating the babygirl allegations

lechairbbg allegations?? that's 100% confirmed supermaxmaxmax he is the definition of babygirl

vanillaleclerc y/n in the last picture, she's hagging with her boys before her marriage

cliatalianfanclub charles, did y/n ask you to be her bestman???

scuderiafanclub charles, ask y/n if her metabolism is accelerated

pastrypapaya we alredy know she has THE called to greatness lestcarlando and the looks does match

mariaferrari ask y/n how the wedding preparations is going!!!

lestappenheart IN HERE TOO??? WTF

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carlossainz55 choose your race week face

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carlandochild when he raises his eybrows >>>>>

ascescuderia I busted 3 time confirmed scuderiacharlos soo true

sainzthinker I just know yourusername take the pictures

yourusername I actually did, and receive no credits for it, can you believe it??? xxemilian I can believe that you have a accelerated metabolism

lec16r did y/n already send you the invitation for the wedding???

beccacarlosluv so when is y/n's wedding???

love4wags you proclame yourself y/n's big brother, are you the one who's going to walk her down the isle??

carlandobaby Do you think she will lose the baby weight fast??

mickrussel are you going to the wedding or is Lewis taking your seat there too??

lestappenheart you guys are kind of impossible right now WTF IS GOING ON??

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iamrebeccad Editorial for russhmagzine

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carlossainz55 😍

wtfisakmsargeant i'm going to steal your gf carlando_mclaren so early

beccasaainz ARE YOU GOING TO BE THE MAID OF HONOR???

verstappen1655 you are y/n's friend, do you know if she have a accelerated metabolism????

yourusername Forget that spaniard, let's runaway together I BEG

iamrebeccad already packing wait a minute charloslovers y/n's fiance did you know you lose to a woman???

scuderiawaglovers is y/n a woman of god???

lestappenheart I give up honestly . . . Looking good Rebecca!!!

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yourusername Alexa, play Lost in Japan by Shaw Mendes

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babygirllechair did she leave the church??

trixpastry girl, did you asked for restriction order already??

supermaxmaxmax CONGRATS ON THE WEEDING, such a shame is not with charles

vanillaleclerc this is not very curch lady of you

sainzz55_ Charles is going to be the bestman and going to cry for the lost of the love of his life on the wedding

landonorris Please, let me be in the weeding

pastrypapaya NOT YOU TOO lestcarlando HE IS SO CHRONICALLY ONLINE

stalkerusername what a beautiful picture, it's a shame that your clothes are apparently becoming less and less cloth, but that will never take away your beauty

lestappenheart oh now I know what is happening

stories responses in instagram dm

scuderiasainzz SUCH A CUTE BABY

ynthinker I just know you were giggling like a proud mother on the bts of this

csj55_ HOW CUTE

sargeantblues Did you loose the baby weight fast after giving birth to this one?

norrizsainsz Is he the one who will take the rings on your wedding day?

stalkerusername God has blessed you with immeasurable talent, and these boys are so lucky to be with you while you are still working

charles_leclerc stories responses in instagram dm

charlieleclec I love how good of a friends you guys are, hope it keeps that way when she marries

cslestappen4 MAMA AND PAPA

maypastrylover Yes, Charlie, keep her mettabolism accelereted!!!!

druvoichmaxie She does seem to have it all in his check list

kikagaaasly Training to be best man in her wedding??

alobonorussel Saying your goodbyes before her husband makes her quit her job to be a full time church lady???

yourusername stories responses in instagram dm

xoxoleclerc SUCH A POOKIE

scuderiaicecream your future husband will not like this

tsunodagaasly going to make a quick time travel to see who you marry in the end

chaynloverrs don't make risk runaways with charlie, you have a stalker

monacopredestinado Are you speeding up his metabolism too?

scuderiawags4life DON'T GO BACK TO MONACO, I BEEEG

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charles_leclerc showing beauties hidden behind cameras 🤍

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yourusername you take more pictures of me than I take of you, and me taking pictures of you is my job

charles_leclerc some beauties deserve more attention than others lechairsainz He says this and there are more photos of Carlos

ln1644 I wanted their friendship for me

alonsovettel friendship? they are clearly dating and this is a hard launch carlandofishy okay grandma, let's take you back to bed

lecvanillaas I love her being his best friend

jorisfavwag suddenly no one is asking about her metabolism

scuderiahamilton charles ruinning a wedding

pastrypapaya such a homewrecker lestcarlando I hope her future husband knows that her and Charles' friendship comes first

cliqueleclerc future husband screaming, crying and throwing up now

lestappenheart His gallery is just her and everyone else thinking it's friendship

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lovingwags Tired of everyone calling it friendship, possessiveness or worried about obsessed fans?

Either way, Charles Leclerc just kissed Scuderia Ferrari social media manager in front of everyone during his post-race victorious celebration. We need to comment that apparently he had an unsuccessful hard launch yesterday and in recent days we saw a man saying he would marry his, now assumed, girlfriend.

When asked about the matter, Charles simply replied that they had "already taken care of it and the man would never come close to his lover, there was no saint or religious entity that would do otherwise." Charles is known for being jealous, his jealousy being one of the rumors of one of his old breakups, this may have been what sparked the fire for him to admit his girlfriend to the world. What do you think?

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verstappenmothering Delulu twitter girls WERE RIGHT

yummylechair FUCK YEAH WE WERE yncliquee WE KNEW OUR PARENTS VERY WELL

ynthinker Where were you when the photo of her sitting on his lap on the beach went viral? The photo he reposted on his launch

miniverstln MAMA AND PAPA. MAMA. AND. PAPA

lechairyourname the position of his hands, this man needs to be touching her 24/7

norrizzcunt THE CRAZY STALKER LOST IN MONACO AND SHE KISSING CHARLES IN CHINA

maziemillian SHE'S A VERY LUCKY WOMAN sainnzchair and he's a very lucky man

whatamaxemmil Thank u random dude for making my parents hard launch their relatioship!!!!!

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charles_leclerc I try one more time to make it clear, the one right there is mine 🤍 If there is anyone in this world who will marry her, it's me, the ring hidden in the closet proves it.

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yourusername I love you so much cutie patotie, pookie bear, literally the man of my life and for my life

charles_leclerc i love you way more, my princess, i love u more than italian man love me riddleleclec FUCK THAT ROME ASS AND JULI GIRL, I WANT WHAT THIS BITHCES HAVE

yourusername WHAT RING??? RUE ( joris_trouche ) WHEN WAS THIS???

joris_trouche We went out to choose around the third week of your relationship landonorris LMAO WHAT A SIMP charles_leclerc no need to expose this here

olliebearman MAMA 'N PAPA

nenasainzz OLLIE norrizlala ONE OF US FOR REAL

lewishamilton I'm happy for you both, wish all the love in the world for your relationship ❤️

sebastianvettel I'm glad you can finally show your love to the world ❤️

yourusername omg thank u, just know you are my all time favorite driver ( and ferrari driver ) and the best father in law I could ask for!!! charles_leclerc your boyfriend and bestfriend are both drivers IN FERRARI???? carlossainz55 we are catching strays here

iamrebeccad GIRLFRIEND STEALER ALERT

francisca.cgomes we need to start plan b to get our girl back iamrebeccad okay . . . but what is plan b? carlossainz55 forgetting plan b just like me, how cute cariño yourusername leave my girl alone, sainz 🫵👊 carlossainz55 That's it, I'm notwalking you down the isle anymore 😤 yourusername no need to get aggressive, let's talk ☹️

cliqueleclerc I AM A CHILD OF A FUTURE HAPPY MARRIED COUPLE 😭😭