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Pokemon Ocs

- Gen 5 "Banette collector" Quincent Illemni -

•He/Him pronouns

•Cis; after having done introspection on his gender, he ultimately decides he identifies with his assigned gender. Cis+, if you will

•Fat

•Dresses fancily but doesn't overdo it; he likes frills, lace, and ribbons

•Very skilled at sewing (by hand). He also knows how to cross stitch

•5'11", just barely 6'0" with his shoes (the heels on them are very short. They're like the heels of dress shoes) [180/183 cm]

•His braid is 7 feet and 11 inches long [241 cm]

•39 years old

•Unovan

•His vision in his right eye is utterly abysmal and without his monocle, he gets really bad headaches

Lives in a mansion in Lostlorn Forest. The mansion is actually rather sizeable (think the size of the mansion in Luigi's Mansion) yet even when looking down upon the forest from a bird's eye view you can't see it. The trees in the area around where his home resides are very tall and could be reasoned as to why his mansion can't be seen from above, even though one knows that doesn't actually make sense.

On foot, it's nigh impossible to find his mansion if you don't know exactly where you're going. Even if you know it exists, if you don't know the way, you'll just keep getting turned around and stuck wandering the forest for hours until you give up.

The mansion's secrecy is something Quincent himself is unaware of and is very confused to outright exasperated that people can't find his home.

This has unfortunately led to him having to actively go out and pick up things like his mail rather than it be delivered because absolutely no one has been able to find it. Knowing the address of his home does not equal knowing the way to it.

There are no illusions cast. The mansion just can't be found. It's not a property of the mansion itself... or maybe it is? It's not a property of the forest itself either. There is no smoke nor any mirrors, yet the "magic" is still on display.

An enigma with no answer.

The forest itself could be regarded as a liminal space, but as I said, there is no trickery at play.

The forest just simply is a forest.

[The interior of his mansion is also a lot like that of the mansion in Luigi's Mansion, except the layout makes more sense for someone alive to live in. I also want to quote this QnA from two of the developers of Luigi's Mansion back in 2005.

Q: Please tell us how Luigi's Mansion came to be?

Hideki Konno: There was an original plan which encompassed the stages revolving around a big house or apartment complex. Then some how we started thinking along the lines of something like a dollhouse. Then we started doing experiments with Mario and other characters being on a television set using a dollhouse. We kept trying to do something different. When we decided to put it on the GameCube, we wanted to do something fresh and we decided to use Luigi as the main character. The game ideas started following soon after.

Note the mention of a dollhouse. In Luigi's Mansion there is also a dollhouse in the mansion that functions like an "infinity mirror" effect. It's meta in its recognition that the very mansion Luigi is searching through is like a life-sized dollhouse.]

This is what the interior of Quincent's mansion is evocative of to the point of being very uncanny. It's made even worse with there being rows and rows of different kinds of dolls, some unmistakably Banettes (which makes you wonder about the nature of the other dolls and if they actually aren't what they seem...) lined up on shelves, on tables, sitting in little chairs, etc. It really is like someone playing dollhouse but everything is life-size.

And at least half of those dolls are animate.

Quincent doesn't see anything unsettling about this and sees it as completely normal. Not because he's so... disconnected... weird, like a lot of ghost-type trainers (hex maniacs come to mind) are that they view things like this as normal while to literally everyone else it's very obviously not.

For Quincent, it can best be described as him having "unusual" taste in aesthetic. He's not the kind of person who draws a summoning circle and sees it as "normal" because his sense of normality is completely skewed, it's more like he likes something that the wider populace just so happens to find unsettling.

If one were to enter his house and take note of the baffling amount of Banettes, they'd be surprised by the lack of a tense or oppressive air of death. A feeling of suffocating foreboding. Such a feeling does not pervade the area, but one might fool themselves into thinking it does just based on knowing they're in what would be considered to literally anyone else, a death trap. A spider's web.

To be so scared and paranoid you feel and imagine what isn't actually there.

The Banettes bear no ill will to others unless they actively try to hurt them or Quincent. They are completely docile, but they are not harmless. Do not confuse the two. Do not think the former inherently means the latter. You will regret it if you do.

Quincent cares for the Banettes as if they were his own children, but of course he doesn't treat them as if they are human children. It's like a step above how people in real life view their pets as "their children". Except to Quincent, they are more than just pets— rather, he does not view them as pets. But he also doesn't treat them like one would a human.

He loves them and cares for them so deeply that he himself is proof that with compassion, Banettes do in fact return to the plush dolls they once were prior to becoming Banettes.

❝Resentment at being cast off made it spring into being. Some say that treating it well will satisfy it, and it will once more become a stuffed toy.❞ - Ultra Moon dex entry

He treats all of them with great care and tends to their needs meticulously. They are very spoiled.

One would wonder how Quincent isn't constantly exhausted just from taking care of the sheer amount of Banettes in his abode— not to mention how much effort it takes to keep all of them happy and comfortable.

I mentioned that despite the copious amounts of Banettes in his house that there is a distinct lack of an oppressive air of death, and it's rather noteworthy due to the fact that Banettes are extremely dangerous. Almost every dex entry of theirs makes some mention of them being dolls animated and transformed into Banettes from having been abandoned and that they seek out those that disowned them for revenge.

❝Banette generates energy for laying strong curses by sticking pins into its own body. This Pokémon was originally a pitiful plush doll that was thrown away.❞ - Ruby dex entry

❝Strong feelings of hatred turned a puppet into a Pokémon. If it opens its mouth, its cursed energy escapes.❞ - FireRed/LeafGreen dex entries

❝A doll that became a Pokémon over its grudge from being junked. It seeks the child that disowned it.❞ - Diamond/Pearl/Platinum dex entries

❝It's a stuffed toy that was thrown away and became possessed, ever searching for the one who threw it away so it can exact its revenge.❞ - Ultra Sun dex entry

Yes, the Banettes within Quincent's home care about him to varying degrees (based on personality and how recent they were taken in by him) and (most) don't mean or (deliberately) cause him any harm, and they come across moreso as mischievous at best, but that doesn't erase the reality of how inherently dangerous they are considering WHY they even exist to begin with. Quincent can be more closely conceived as a "Banette whisperer"; he is the exception, not the norm.

Not all of the Banettes he cares for are particularly mischievous; much like all pokemon, they also have different personalities unique to the individual. It takes a lot of care and effort to tend to the wants and needs of so many different personalities and keep them happy.

There is something I want to make perfectly clear before continuing and that's that Quincent is NOT a trainer. There are many trainer classes, but Quincent is not any of them. He does not battle at all. Not with the Banettes or any pokemon. He is like the equivalent of NPC characters whose homes you enter and see they have a pet pokemon that they don't battle you with or are implied/stated to not battle at all.

Except the Banettes, of course, are not pets. Quincent is not their master. Quincent is not their owner— though when it comes to legal technicalities, he would be considered one; he just doesn't view himself that way. Thinking Quincent is their owner is more akin to thinking a parent is their child's owner.

Repulsive, isn't it? And that is how Quincent feels regarding the perception of being seen as his Banettes' owner.

Ah!, but just because I say they're "his" doesn't mean he owns them. Again, they are like his children, how else would you refer to children that are yours?

This nuance is important in understanding the kind of person Quincent is.

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I want to elaborate further on how Banettes are as a species and how trainers can even use a pokemon whose 'anchor' to the world is vengeance.

With Quincent being someone who loves and tends to Banettes under his care so earnestly that they turn back into ordinary dolls, this isn't to say that Banettes who are partnered to trainers hate them or don't actually like them, but usually a trainer has anywhere from 1–6 pokemon max depending on their capabilities to caring for particular pokemon.

Pokemon are animate beings with their own specific needs and not everyone is equipped to handle that, which is why those with a full team of six, let alone a diverse team of six, is extremely rare.

I think a way to explain the difference between Quincent and trainers who have Banettes is that even if a trainer has a genuine close bond with a Banette, if it doesn't revert back into an ordinary plush doll, said Banette probably still harbors a grudge or some kind of hatred towards the person who originally disowned it. The Banette does still love its trainer, but the grudge functions akin to something keeping a flame kindled; the flame being Banettes continued animation. It's something hidden deeply in the back but still there.

Quincent is someone who gives out so much love and compassion towards the Banettes in his care that he's able to get them to let go of their grudges. Considering the wording of Ultra Moon's dex entry, it comes across more like a rumor or something heard through the grapevine, "some say that treating it well will satisfy it, and it will once more become a stuffed toy."

But that dex entry actually isn't just a rumor or hypothesis because Quincent proves it to be true.

Now, there is something important to know about how Quincent views trainers who have Banettes, and there really isn't a clear cut answer for every single person, but to generalize a bit, he doesn't inherently feel negativity towards trainers with Banettes.

After all, they aren't the ones who abandoned a plush toy and said toy came to life, they're completely unrelated persons who met and caught a Banette and have it as a partner.

The only trainers he inherently despises are those who IV breed pokemon— especially Shuppets— for the express purpose of using them competitively.

Considering people who battle competitively more often than not IV breed their pokemon, it just serves as another nail in the heart. It's practically unheard of that those that IV train for certain pokemon keep all the "failures". Using Shuppet as an example, people IV training for a "perfect" Banette throw out Mew knows how many Shuppets and Banettes all because they don't meet their selfish standards.

Trainers who have way too many of a certain pokemon and have zero clue how to take care of that many of that kind of pokemon, and have no interest in caring for that many, are far more likely to just release them into the wild or, depending on where they live and the kind of excess pokemon it is, will have them put down so as to not completely screw over the ecosystem or have all those pokemon suffer in the wild where they don't have any survival skills.

To Quincent, they don't have that right. It's sick that people would just do something like this.

You could otherwise be the kindest, most altruistic, amiable, and compassionate person on the planet, but if he finds out you IV breed pokemon he will completely and without fault or compromise hate you. Though it's not like you'd notice unless you're very good at reading people's expressions and noted the sudden tensity in his body language and how much more reserved he becomes.

Although... his distaste is a bit more obvious if you can tell the subtle passive-aggressiveness laced in the respectful tone of his words.

"With all due respect," he could say, and most people would be none the wiser to the existence of the veneer of politeness in his words, concealing what he says but does not say.

(I personally headcanon that in-universe, IV breeders are significantly less than the amount of people in real life who do so as a hobby. They're more like Extreme Pokemon Fanatics™ that want to breed the absolute best a respective species can make and then put it to the test. It's like a gatcha with the lives of other living— or otherwise— beings which when imagined in a real world setting, is kinda fucked up)

EV training on the other hand, depending on the specifics, doesn't garner such a visceral hate towards trainers— including those who do it with Banettes— since it comes at the low low cost of not discarding the lives of pokemon over some arbitrary standards just for the purpose of making them fight.

EV training can start with a pokemon of any nature or level with the existence of mints and the ability to completely reset or remove some points to their stats and mold it as desired from there. So for EV training, Quincent doesn't hate it, but still feels a suspicion on whether the pokemon are truly loved by their trainers or if it's treated as "taking a route easier than IV breeding".

Quincent is not someone who'd blow up and make a scene over this, and he actually makes a strong effort to keep the disdain from his voice when he interacts with those kinds of people ('They're so prideful; they flaunt their hobby as if it's a status to be proud of...').

He acts polite and gives respect regardless of the person even if he really does not like them. Though, depending on just who they are, his emotions can— deliberately or not— leech into his words in the form of passive-aggression. He was born into wealth and thusly was raised in learning the ways of etiquette, and he will put it to use as he sees fit.

Beyond that, generally speaking, Quincent is actually a very pleasant person to interact with save for those of the prior mentioned kinds of people.

On a lighter note, Quincent adores children but his interactions with them are rather awkward. The closest thing he has to interacting with sapient beings who are not adults or humans but act childish and mischievous are his Banettes whom are very much not human children.

He is well aware that human children are not equivocal to Banettes, but he figures the way he interacts with his Banettes is at least.... hopefully? close enough to make for a positive interaction with them.

Suffice to say, he has had several children give him weird looks or call him weird to his face (He doesn't know which stings more: the toddlers calling him weird or the middle schoolers...). That, or they call him creepy and avoid him. I would be lying if I said one time an infant didn't instantly start crying the moment they saw him.

That was very distressing and he apologized profusely while internally he was heartbroken.

His lack of ability to interact with kids in a way that doesn't feel very reminiscent of "how do you do, fellow kids?"despite the tender age of being in his 30s, becomes all the much more glaring in how he interacts with his 15 year old sister.

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He's only met hymn once before, when he was 8 and Quincent was 31. He hadn't even known of hys existence until his mother contacted him and told him of Azzie's existence.

He didn't know how to respond to that.

He didn't know how to feel about that.

His mother told him she and her husband needed someplace for Azzie to stay because they had important legal business to attend to and he couldn't stay with them while they got it sorted.

"Because it's not safe for hymn to stay." She doesn't say and Quincent doesn't pick up on.

He agrees because what else was he to do? It's not just simply out of familial obligation, but the fact his mother contacted him for the first time in years and this is what she's dropping on him out of nowhere, he knows that it's because she has no other options.

So of course he agrees to letting Azzie stay with him for awhile until things get settled— though the fact this clusterbomb of information was dropped on him just mere days in advance of things needing to be done leaves him flustered and overall overwhelmed.

The more he dwells on the revelation that he had a sibling for eight whole years that he was completely unaware of until just a short while ago only leads to him becoming progressively frazzled and agitated.

It's at the interjection of a particularly worried Banette that he snaps back to reality and as convincingly as he can, reassures the Banette that everything's alright and that he's sorry for worrying it and the others who he now notes had been watching him with concerned gazes.

The way he stumbles in his words and the slight waver in his voice. The way his smile meant to assuage the Banettes' worries doesn't meet his eyes. He's not convincing anyone and he knows it.

He drops the subject that was causing him such considerable stress and returns back to his daily activities as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

The vast majority of his Banettes know him well enough to notice the minute tensity of his actions and that whatever was causing him such stress earlier was still bothering him.

Even as Quincent made the conscious effort to not dwell on the matter that troubled him so, it still pushed at the back of his mind, imbuing a sense of disquiet.

He knows that ruminating on the revelation of such information in the moment won't change anything, but he still can't help but wonder, "Why?"

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Days later, he goes and meets his sister whose existence was kept from him until there was no other choice than for him to learn of hys existence.

The greeting is kept short and not much else is said between him and his sister, for there would be more time when they get back to his place to sit down and get to know each other.

It doesn't take long between his arrival, a quick introduction to Azzie, his mother telling him what Azzie's needs are and that she'll keep him updated on what she can about... whatever's going on (perhaps it was foolish of him to have thought she would've changed in all this time), and her departing with a man he doesn't recognize but who he assumes is her current husband.

[I can't say much else regarding them, not out of secrecy, but because I don't have the rest of their first meeting figured out and I don't want to half-ass it. Though I will say,]

Quincent was surprised to learn, later when he and Azzie had returned to his home and got decently settled in, that he had the same last name him.

Illemni is not his mother's maiden name, it is his father's surname that his mother took when she married him so long ago.

His mother in the phone call a few days ago mentioned "my husband", so he knows for certain she remarried...

He wonders why his mother kept her ex-husband's surname.

He wonders why her current husband allowed that.

There are many things he doesn't understand about his mother, and many things he never will. No matter how much he learns.

An infinite mirror; where it starts, no one knows. A broken cycle.

And then a little later than that, he learns the context of Azzie's needs.

A lot of what's going on with hymn can and should have received medical attention for. He is surprised Azzie hasn't complained of the pain— or at the utmost least, extreme discomfort— he must be in at all.

What his mother told him pales to the true scope of what Azzie actually needs and he can't provide it.

There are many things about his mother he doesn't know, but he thought he at least knew her enough to have a good grasp on the kind of person she is. He knows her as someone who wouldn't let something like this slide, especially to her own child.

...Or maybe she did change.

He doesn't know if he should just drop everything and bring Azzie to the hospital to get hys eyes looked at— having to leave his Banettes here unattended for what he hopes would be a short amount of time, but he has a sneaking suspicion it would actually turn out to be far longer than that— or if he should just stay here and try to do the best he can for hymn.

In the end, after weighing the pros and cons of either decision, he reluctantly chooses to not take Azzie to the hospital.

Guilt eats at him regardless. That he knows of the problem but is choosing to do nothing about it.

He doesn't know how much medical work he'd have to deal with if he were to go with the former option. That if he did, figuring out what's up with Azzie's eyes could actually be the tip of the metaphorical iceberg of issues he may have that Quincent can't physically see.

He isn't prepared for that possibility.

He doesn't know how conservative of information regarding his familial ties with Azzie his mother is in terms of medical work.

He doesn't know how many hurdles he'd possibly have to cross just to be able to get Azzie seen and him noted in hys records as a contactable family member.

He doesn't know how much time it would take, but he has a feeling it would far exceed the little more than a week he has with hymn.

He feels that this is just an excuse to justify why, with all his money even in a world with universal free healthcare, he doesn't do anything.

He does not hoard that wealth, but he still has so much of it that can readily be put to use and he does nothing.

And guilt eats at him.

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An accident occurs a couple days into Azzie's stay.

A child who doesn't have a pokemon and hasn't had any experience interacting with one before was too enraptured and curious.

Sometimes little kids don't seem to fully comprehend animals as living beings equal to them, but as something like toys.

How ironic then, for a Banette to swipe at a child for being treated like a non-sentient object.

Azzie didn't understand its body language and clear tell for hymn to stop. Quincent was standing watch nearby, and gently but urgently (as well as with spades of panic) tried to persuade Azzie to be more gentle and to leave the Banette alone for a bit, but he didn't listen.

Blood was shed that day. In all honesty, it didn't even hurt that much, but the shock of it sent hymn into full-on sobbing. The sight of blood also didn't help matters.

The slash was thankfully worse than it looked and wasn't deep enough to require stitches, but whether it scars or not, Quincent doesn't know.

Quincent calmed Azzie down enough to clean and patch up the cut on hys face. A cut upward of the right side of his jaw line up into his cheek.

Azzie was in hys room when Quincent gave a light talking to to the Banette in particular that hurt Azzie. Not a scolding, for it made it very clear that it wanted Azzie to stop and Quincent wasn't going to reprimand it for asserting its boundaries, but still explained to it that Azzie is a young child and doesn't know better and that that has to be kept in mind for hymn.

Later, when Azzie sees that Banette again roaming around as if nothing happened, as if it experienced no consequences for hurting hymn, a seed of resentment becomes planted in the heart.

When you're that young, it's easy to generalize in your emotions. When you're that young, you aren't very receptive to logic.

You don't have quite a good grasp of cause and effect yet and that not everything is black and white.

A resentment for the Banette that extends to the Banettes which illogically extends to ghost-types.

A resentment for Quincent.

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The rest of Azzie's stay tediously passes without further event (for better and for worse) and Quincent meets back up with his mother and her husband.

They don't look happy.

His mother is concise in her words; tells him "it's nothing that concerns you".

He thinks she's being maliciously secretive.

And then Azzie leaves with hys parents.

They don't meet again until 8 years later, where the generational gap between them is so much more stark now that Azzie is no longer elementary school-aged.

He knows not of the grudge that was formed all those years ago and that it stubbornly persisted despite Azzie being more than old enough to understand the illogicality of it.

He doesn't know how to interact with hymn.

He doesn't know what to do.

His ignorance that Azzie thinks deliberate only further makes the bramble grow.

And the divide deepens.

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Additional information

•Quincent actually feels a deep-seeded confusion as to why it's practically unheard of of Banettes reverting back into normal dolls. At first, he thought maybe the Banettes didn't like their trainers as much as he thought, but after seeing trainer bonds with their Banettes over the years, he discarded that theory.

He still doesn't understand why almost no Banettes— excluding his own— have been reported to have turned back into ordinary dolls, but he for several years hasn't inherently thought negatively or faulted trainers who have Banettes for a long time.

What he doesn't realize is that he's rather 'special'; 'gifted'; or some other in causing this to happen, and therefore doesn't comprehend that not just anyone can achieve what he has (No, it's not magic, I already explained the reason why they turn back into dolls).

This confusion is only exacerbated since from his understanding, he isn't doing anything particularly different from what trainers who love their Banettes do? [My guy, you basically devote your entire everything to their well-beings and care and have the privilege to accommodate that, something few trainers are able to do.]

•The prescription on his monocle is so strong it would make a person with at least decent vision's eyes cross and give them a horrible headache.

The only other person it would be beneficial to (if only hardly), is Azzie.

•He has a tooth gap in-between his top incisors. He also naturally has a toothy smile rather than keep his mouth closed. Additionally, his smile looks a bit crooked, not in terms of teeth, but how his lips curl when he smiles. It's more obvious the wider and more genuine it is (think Marie from Splatoon).

•He doesn't do this when not in public or with his Banettes, but whenever he's directly interacting with someone and he smiles genuinely and wide, he after a moment moves to cover his mouth behind a hand since he's aware most people tend to find open-mouthed smiles— especially crooked ones— unsavory, to say the least.

Not only that, but they tend to also be considered impolite or childish, and what with his upbringing, would only further serve to make him feel shamed and self-conscious. So, he acts to prevent the possible scenario from happening by ~graciously~ covering his mouth.

It takes him a moment to remember to do so since he's not used to interacting with others for long enough periods of time that they could get such a wide grin or a hearty laugh out of him. He's not in the habit of hiding that trait of his since he got himself to unlearn the act of concealing it— whether by covering it or outright making himself not smile in the way that's natural to him— and reclaim that aspect of himself a few years after he moved out and got his own place. But when in the presence of others, that old formerly instilled self-consciousness slowly seeps back in.

The manner in which he conceals his mouth is like how some people tend to cover their smiles with a loose hand so as to be polite; a social convention that most others do. You'd never know that seeing Quincent conceal his smile is actually rather sad if you don't know him.

•Not all of his Banettes look the exact same because realistically speaking, not every single abandoned doll who becomes a Banette is the exact same kind, so it'd only make sense for Banettes to vary in appearance.

•When out of his house, he wears his braid like a scarf so it doesn't drag on the ground. Without the pins, obviously. He takes care in gently uncoiling it from around his neck because if he just drops it, the sheer weight of it succumbing to gravity again with it not being supported anymore really fucking hurts.

A rough estimate of just how much hair he has in terms of weight is ~20 pounds. And that's without the pins.

He also occasionally gets headaches due to the sheer weight of his hair, though this is alleviated when he wears it like a scarf since it's being supported.

•His hair is so thick and fluffy that it's near impossible to braid if it were cut shorter than shoulder length. That said, due to it being so dense, it takes a LOT of strength to braid all of that hair into a single braid.

The process of doing his hair from beginning to end, in the event he decides to bite the bullet and do it himself, takes him four days minimum. As one can imagine, it leaves him utterly exhausted by the end and his arms in sore agony for the next several days.

Because of such, he otherwise always has his hair done at a salon and tips generously since he knows just how much of a strenuous task it is to wash, comb, and braid that much hair.

•Quincent has had to mend quite a few rips and tears in the bodies of his Banettes over the years, with stitches varying from either slip stitches for a near seamless repair to straight stitches to apply appliqués.

The Banettes are the ones who choose how they want to be mended, so long as their selection is possible depending on where the tear is and how big it is, Quincent will happily oblige and select whichever color thread a particular Banette desires from his visible color spectrum of an assortment.

•His hair pins may look like giant sewing pins, but they aren't capable of functioning like them. The ends of the pins are not sharp but instead dull. The whole thing is made of a lightweight metal with the colored ball parts being mostly hollow (the metal making up the balls is pretty thick but not actually solid all the way through).

•He wouldn't do this unless he had absolutely no choice but to do so in self-defense but... the pins can be taken out and used as blunt force weapons.

(He may or may not have done this to a Plasma grunt back during Team Plasma's first attempt in the name of "pokemon liberation", where not only were the Banettes in his home being threatened of being taken away and despite his best efforts at politely asking them to leave, tensions escalated and the grunt resorted to assault to force him to comply and this forced him to defend himself and he knocked the grunt unconscious.)

○An addendum in that the end of his hair that is unbraided (as well as the lower end of the braid itself) is bigger than the reference image would have you think. The leftover hair is... well... as long and as wide as its appearance would suggest. So it's quite a bit bigger than you'd think, and given that hair comes from the tail end of the braid, that part of the braid is also a bit larger than you'd think, but not too much.

As I've stated, his hair is very fluffy, so the ends that just hang out are super poofy, whereas the braid is pulled as taught as possible and appears thinner than the ends.

○The bits of hair that stick out of his braid is different than ??????????'s. His braid isn't falling apart from leaving it in for far too long, it's that way due to his hair texture and that not all of his hair is the exact same length, so some of it is bound to stick out. I think those who have thick hair— curly, kinky, or whatever— can attest, as I personally can. My hair just does that due to its texture, the same applies to Quincent. Though his hair texture is different from mine, the result is the same.

The hair that sticks out is NEVER in the inner zig-zag of the braid; they are everywhere else but there.

○The lines of the pins in the ref of his braid were left deliberately so as to better show where exactly they go through his hair at.

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C H A I N B I T E R

bang chan x reader | silver chain. pouty moans. and the lesson he teaches you when you act up.

🔞synopsis: he comes home from tour. you pout, you ignore his texts, you act up—because you want him mean. he keeps the chain on. and when you bite it? he folds you in half, fucks you dumb, and doesn’t let you cum until you’re crying, drooling, and begging for the cock you’ve been bratting for. he ruins you. then holds you like you’re breakable. because you are—and you’re his favourite thing to break.

💌a/n: welcome to filth friday, sluts. 🧷this fic is dedicated to the chokehold that silver chains + pouty brattiness + missionary with a vengeance have on my brain. chan keeps the chain on. you bite it. he loses his mind. we all win. p.s. reblogs = love. comments = spit in my mouth. tags = my new religion. p.p.s. missionary is not vanilla when he growls in your ear and denies your orgasms p.p.p.s. if you reblog this while still recovering? i see you. i respect you.

⚠️ warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY. minors do not pass go, do not collect the chain | explicit sexual content | dom!bang chan, soft menace energy, and a very smug mouth | sub!reader with brat tendencies that get corrected | jewellery kink (chain stays ON. you bite it. he breaks.) | missionary sex but feral — folded position, deep strokes, held down, no escape | denial / edging | cockdrunk reader | dirty talk, degradation + praise mix (“mine.” “good girl.” “you don’t get to cum yet.”) | aftercare | breeding kink tones | crying & tears of pleasure | pouty!reader energy (literally the reason this entire fic exists. pout responsibly.)

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

🎧 » TASTE — Stray Kids « 0:58 ─〇───── 3:37 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

The apartment feels colder without him.

It’s not actually cold—you’re curled up on the couch in nothing but his oversized hoodie, bare legs tucked beneath you, a mug of tea half-drunk on the coffee table. But it’s the kind of cold that seeps under your skin when the bed’s too big, the silence too loud, and your vibrator’s not doing the fucking job.

Your phone buzzes again. You don’t look.

You already know it’s him.

You’ve been ignoring him all day—not completely, just... enough. Left him on read once or twice. Gave him one-word replies. Didn’t answer the FaceTime this morning, even though you’d woken up with your hand between your thighs, aching from a dream you couldn’t finish.

It’s not fair, you know that. He’s on tour. He’s busy. He’s doing everything right—checking in, calling, sending those stupid audio messages that make your stomach flip when he whispers, “Miss you, baby. So much.”

But you’re needy.

Touch-starved. Cramps in your hips from curling up in bed alone. Horny to the point of irrational.

And the worst part? You can see him. Online. Onstage. Living in your phone like some cruel ghost. There he is at rehearsal. Dripping in sweat, shirt half-off, silver chain swinging with every breath. There he is in a fan-captured clip, laughing, flexing, biting his lip while dancing to your favorite track like he’s not out here ruining your life. And now? Now he has the audacity to send a mirror selfie. In the fucking studio. With the chain. The bracelets. The goddamn veins.

You nearly throw your phone across the room.

Instead, you sink deeper into the couch, bite the sleeve of his hoodie, and scream into the fabric.

“Fucking menace,” you mumble against your wrist.

He didn’t do anything wrong. That makes it worse.

Because now, every time you shift your hips, every time you think about his hands pinning you down and that cold metal chain slapping your chest while he fucks you stupid—

You can’t breathe.

You glance at your phone.

Three new messages.

[CHAN]: baby [CHAN]: don’t ignore me please [CHAN]: did i do something? talk to me

Your lip wobbles. Goddammit.

No. No. You’re supposed to be mad. Not real mad. Just pouty. Irritated. Like a girl whose boyfriend hasn’t been around to wreck her properly in over two weeks.

You don’t want sweet texts.

You want teeth on your throat. Fingers in your mouth. You want him to press your legs up and fuck the attitude out of you until you’re crying and clinging to his stupid chain like it’s the only thing keeping you sane.

Your gaze flicks to the bedroom door.

Then to the drawer.

You reach for the vibrator. Pause. Throw it back in.

“Fuck it,” you whisper. “Not tonight.”

If he were here, you wouldn’t even need it. He’d just look at you, and you’d be done for.

You bury yourself deeper into the cushions, grumbling, annoyed with the world. The room smells like him. The hoodie smells like him. Your whole body aches from missing him—not emotionally. Physically. Raw, feral want.

So you ignore the phone again.

Because if he really misses you? Let him come get you. Let him walk through that door and make it up to you with his chain swinging and his hands on your throat. Let him see what happens when he makes a needy girl wait too long.

The keys hit the lock at 1:37AM.

You hear them before you see him—metal clinking, a shuffle, a low curse. You barely manage to mute the TV before the door swings open.

He’s here.

And he looks like sin.

Black hoodie half-zipped, chain glinting just above the collar. His damp hair is pushed back with one hand, the other dragging his suitcase inside. His duffel slumps to the floor. Then he sees you—curled on the couch, one leg bare, still in his hoodie, sleeves covering your hands.

For a second, he just stares. Then that mouth curves. “You’re still up.”

You shrug, trying to look casual. You are not casual. Your thighs are clenched under the throw blanket, and your heart’s pounding like you weren’t just imagining that exact chain slapping against your collarbone while he fucks you into the mattress.

“Barely,” you say, voice too innocent.

His gaze drops to your bare thighs. Then back to your face. “Didn’t answer my texts.”

“Didn’t feel like it.”

He huffs out a soft laugh. That cocky, knowing one. “Oh. It’s like that?”

You don’t reply. Just stretch with an exaggerated yawn, lifting your arms enough for the hem of his hoodie to ride up. No shorts. Just skin. His tongue runs across his bottom lip. The chain shifts with the way he breathes, catching the lamplight.

“Were you waiting for me?”

“Not really.”

“Mhm.” He drops his hoodie onto a chair. “So the blanket, the hoodie, and no pants—that’s just what you wear now?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why are you talking like that?”

“Like what?”

“All smug.”

He grins. Oh no. He knows. Of course he knows.

“Baby,” he says, stepping closer. “You’ve been bratting out all week. You think I can’t tell?”

Your breath catches. Heat coils instantly in your gut.

“Didn’t say anything when I sent you that mirror pic. Left my voice note on read. Ignored the one where I said I wanted to fuck you through the floor.” He pauses. Tilts his head. “Nothing to say now either?”

You stare up at him. Slowly pull the blanket off your lap. “I missed you,” you admit, soft.

“I know,” he murmurs. “I missed you too.”

A pause. Then—

“I also know that pout’s not about feelings.”

“What’s it about, then?”

He’s standing over you now, hands on his hips, chain resting just beneath his throat. “It’s about the fact that you haven’t been fucked in two weeks.”

You look away. Cheeks hot. “And?”

“And you’re soaked just from seeing me walk in the door.”

You shoot him a glare, but it’s weak at best. He sees right through it. And worse? You see his jaw flex—barely—before he lets out a dark, low laugh.

“Get up.”

You blink. “What?”

“Up.”

You rise slowly, confused. He reaches forward and lifts the hoodie—his hoodie—up and off your body in one smooth motion. You shiver at the loss of warmth. Now you’re just standing there in panties and nothing else.

He steps back. Eyes dark. “You waited for me like this?”

You nod, shy now. “Wanted to be ready,” you mumble.

His lips part just slightly. His gaze drops, lingers on your hips, then snaps back up.

And then—

His hands are on your thighs, fast.

“Jump.”

You don’t think. You obey.

He catches you with ease, arms firm under your thighs, the chill of his bracelets biting into your skin. Your breath hitches as your legs wrap around his waist, chest flush against his. His chain presses cold between your breasts, and he’s not even trying to hide the way he grinds against your panties on instinct.

“You think I don’t know what that look means?” he murmurs, voice brushing hot against your cheek. “Little pout. Ignoring my calls like I wouldn’t drop everything to ruin you the second I walked through the door.”

You squirm against him, but he tightens his grip—just enough to pin your hips in place.

“Could’ve told me, baby,” he breathes, walking toward the bedroom. “Could’ve just said, ‘Chan, I’m wet and I miss your cock.’ I’d have flown home yesterday.”

He kicks the bedroom door open without a pause. Keeps walking until your back hits the mattress in a controlled drop. You bounce once, hair a mess, legs open, breathing ragged.

He stands at the edge of the bed, staring down at you like he’s starving.

Then he peels off the hoodie.

His shirt follows. Then the pants. He leaves the jewelry. Every bit of it. Rings, bracelets, and that fucking chain.

You swallow hard, mouth dry.

“Want me to take it off?” he teases, watching your eyes follow the chain.

You shake your head. “Keep it.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nod. Voice barely a whisper now. “Wanna see it dangling, wanna bite it.”

That does something to him. His jaw flexes. His cock twitches against the band of his briefs. “Fuck.” He climbs onto the bed like a man possessed. Cages you under him in one smooth motion, his hands planted firm beside your head, chain dangling just above your lips.

You glance up at him, pupils blown wide.

“Say it again.”

“I want to bite it.”

“While I’m inside you?”

“Yes.”

“While I’m ruining that little attitude?”

“Please.” You barely finish the word—“please”—before he’s kissing you like he’s making up for every second he’s been gone.

It’s not sweet. It’s hungry.

His mouth claims yours with a groan, hot and wet and open, tongue sliding past your lips like he already knows what you taste like. His chain swings between you, brushing your throat every time he shifts, a cold contrast to the heat pouring off his skin.

You moan into the kiss. He drinks it like oxygen.

Then he sinks down fully, settling between your thighs with the kind of weight that makes you feel pinned—owned. His cock presses hard against the soaked fabric of your panties, still trapped behind his briefs, but thick enough to make you gasp when he grinds down. “Fuck, baby,” he groans into your mouth. “You’ve been holding out on me. This pussy’s starving.”

Your back arches. You’re soaked, the wet patch obvious now—heat meeting heat as he rocks against you, slow and punishing, like he’s savoring every drag of his cock over your clit.

“Thought about this every night,” he whispers, dragging his mouth along your jaw. “This exact spot. These hips. The way you whimper when I press right… here—”

He thrusts just right. Your head falls back.

He kisses down your neck, slow and greedy. The cold metal of his chain follows, dragging like ice down your collarbone, between your breasts.

“Missed this fucking body,” he breathes, licking a stripe along your throat. “Missed the way you twitch for me. How you bite your lip to keep quiet.”

He grinds down again. And again. Until your hips start chasing his, until your nails dig into his back.

“Chan,” you pant, “I—I need—”

He shushes you with another kiss, deeper this time. He kisses you until you can’t think, until all you can do is cling to him, his chain brushing your lips like it wants to be bitten.

You’re pulsing through your panties. You know he feels it. You feel the smirk when he pulls back, just enough to look you in the eye.

“You gonna make a mess before I’m even inside?”

You glare. He chuckles darkly. “Go on then, baby. Rub that pretty cunt all over my cock. Show me how much you need it.”

You moan—needy, wrecked—and tilt your hips up into him, grinding against the thick ridge of him through both layers of fabric. “Fucking please,” you whimper. “Want you so bad.”

“You’ve got me,” he growls. “You have me.”

His hand slips between your bodies, pushing his briefs down just enough for his cock to spring free—hot, flushed, already leaking. He swears low under his breath.

“God, baby. Look what you do to me.”

Then he presses himself against your soaked panties again, bare cock against soaked fabric, and grinds. Slow. Deep. Purposeful.

“You feel that?” he grits. “You feel how hard I am for you?”

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes—Chan, please—”

“You want me to rip these off?” You can barely speak. “Or you wanna be good and ask nicely?”

You can barely speak.

Your whole body is tense—writhing beneath him, soaked and shaking and on the edge of sobbing for it. He sees it. Loves it. The way your breath catches. The way your thighs twitch around his waist. “C’mon, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek. “One sweet word, and I’ll give you everything.”

Your eyes flutter shut. “Please,” you whisper. “Take them off. Please, Chan—need you…”

That’s all it takes.

He groans softly, like the sound is pulled from deep in his chest, and finally—finally—hooks his fingers in the sides of your panties. He drags them down your legs like he’s unwrapping you. Not fast. Not greedy. Just slow, like he’s enjoying every second of you bare and spread beneath him. When they’re off, he kisses the inside of your thigh. Then higher. Then higher.

But he doesn’t go where you want. No. He climbs back up your body, and you think—thank God, he’s going to fuck me—But instead, his mouth goes to your chest.

“So fucking pretty,” he breathes, eyes locked on yours as he kisses just above your heart.

His hand palms one breast, thumb circling the nipple until it peaks under his touch. His mouth follows—hot, open, wet—and he sucks, slow and deep.

You gasp. He groans. The sound vibrates through your chest.

Then he pulls back just enough to nip—just a little—right over the mark he made. “That feel good, baby?”

You nod, breathless. “Y-Yeah—more—”

He moves to the other breast. Does the same. Tongue first. Then lips. Then teeth. Your back arches into him, hands twisting in the sheets. The chain dangles against your sternum, cold and perfect, catching in the valley between your tits as he worships you. “Could spend hours right here,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue across your nipple. “Could make you cum just from this.”

“Please,” you pant. “I need more—Chan, please, I—”

He hushes you again with a kiss.

Then he trails down. And down. And down. Mouth dragging over your stomach. Teeth grazing the curve of your waist. He settles between your thighs, breath warm and heavy against your dripping cunt.

But he doesn’t lick. Not yet.

“God, baby,” he groans, almost reverent. “You’re fucking soaked.”

You whimper. Try to lift your hips. He holds you down. “Be good,” he warns softly. “Be still.”

You try. You really do.

But then he spits—just a little—hot and slick onto your clit, and you jerk like you’ve been shocked. “So sensitive,” he murmurs, smirking as he leans in.

And then—then—he licks. One slow, torturous stripe up your cunt. Flat tongue. No mercy.

You moan, loud, thighs clamping around his head.

He groans into your pussy, pressing his mouth harder, licking deeper, like he’s starving. His chain dangles against your inner thigh now, cool and maddening with every pass.

And just when you start to build—just when your toes curl, your body tenses, and you’re right there—

He pulls back. “Nuh uh,” he says, voice thick and smug. “You don’t get to cum yet.”

You sob. He kisses your thigh, then blows softly on your wet, throbbing clit just to be cruel. “You’re gonna cum with me inside you,” he murmurs. “With this chain in your mouth, and my cock so deep you forget your own name.”

Your hips twitch. Your eyes roll back. He grins at the sight.

And his mouth returns to your cunt like a man addicted—like he’s missed this more than sleep, more than air, more than the stage itself. His tongue licks deeper now, deliberate, dragging slick through your folds and sucking gently at your clit like he knows exactly how much you can take.

“Fucking perfect,” he groans against you. “Tastes like you missed me.”

You cry out, hands flying to his hair, gripping tight. He lets you. For now. Then—

His fingers join the party.

Two of them, thick and slick, pressing at your entrance and sliding in with no resistance. Your walls clench instantly.

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“Shhh. You’re fine.” He curls them. “You’re so fucking fine.”

His lips wrap around your clit again just as his fingers start thrusting—slow at first, then deeper, firmer, building rhythm. Every drag hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

You’re so close it’s shameful. Your hips roll into his face. Your moans are embarrassingly loud now. And just as you hit that edge—

He pulls away again. His mouth gone. Fingers stilled inside you.

“Wha—why—” you gasp, blinking through the haze.

He looks up from between your thighs. His lips are slick, his chin glistening, the chain glinting as he rises slightly, his fingers still buried to the knuckle in your fluttering pussy.

“Brats don’t get to cum without permission.”

You whimper. Physically ache. “Channie, please—”

“You gave me attitude. You ignored me. You made me wait.”

He slides his fingers out slowly, watching them glisten in the low light. You’re dripping. He presses them back in—just one knuckle—then pauses again. “Now you’ll wait.”

“I said sorry—”

“Did you mean it?”

“Yes—”

“Then you’ll be good.” His voice is soft, dangerous. “Keep those legs open. Take what I give you. And you don’t cum until I say.”

You nod frantically.

“Say it,” he demands, pushing his fingers in deep again.

“I won’t cum,” you gasp. “Not unless you say.”

“Good girl.”

And just like that—his mouth is back.

He fucks you with his fingers while he sucks your clit with precision. Every moan you make only spurs him on. He watches your body unravel, his chain swinging between your breasts with every jolt of pleasure.

You’re shaking again. So close it hurts. Your eyes roll back—your legs tremble—your whole body’s about to give out—

“Don’t,” he warns, pulling his mouth off just enough to speak. “Don’t even think about it.”

Your hips jerk. He curls his fingers and presses his tongue harder. “Not until I say.”

You’re crying now. Wrecked. Gutted. Desperate. And still, he doesn’t let you have it.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips wet against your thigh. “You feel that? That’s what brats get.”

“Channie, please,” you sob. “I need it—I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll—”

“I know you will,” he coos.

Then he withdraws completely.

You scream.

“You’re gonna be so fucking good for me now,” he mutters, climbing back over you.

His cock, thick and flushed, brushes against your inner thigh. You’re slick enough he could slide right in. But he doesn’t. Not yet. He leans in, chain swinging.

“Open your mouth.”

You do. He places the chain between your lips. “Bite.”

You bite. The chain presses cold between your teeth, sharp metal on your tongue, a mouthful of him. Of ownership. Of need. You moan around it as he grips your thighs tighter, spreads them wider, and finally—finally—guides his cock to your soaked, twitching entrance.

“Look at that,” he breathes, staring down between your legs. “You’re begging for it.”

You are. Your pussy flutters, aching, empty for so long you can barely think. His tip nudges your entrance, hot and heavy and thick, and just the brush makes your whole body tense.

“Been saving this for you,” he murmurs, dragging his cock slowly through your folds. “Didn’t even jerk off on tour. You know how fucking hard that was?”

You whimper around the chain.

He grins. “Yeah, you do.”

Then—without warning—he pushes in. Just the head. You sob.

“Fuck, baby…” he groans. “So tight. So wet. You missed this cock, didn’t you?”

You nod frantically, teeth clenched on the chain. Your walls spasm around him, already trying to pull him deeper. And he gives it to you. Inch by inch. Stretching you slow, deliberate, merciless. You feel everything. Every vein. Every ridge. Every twitch and pulse.

By the time his hips finally press flush against yours, you’re shaking.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Take it. Take all of it.”

He stills. Deep. Thick. Fucking perfect.

You can’t breathe. You can’t move. You’re so full it borders on painful, the burn and pressure delicious in its cruelty. He leans down over you, forearms braced beside your head. The chain swings, slipping from your perfect lips but brushing them.

You’re clenching around him—helpless, desperate—and he doesn’t move.

“That’s right,” he breathes. “Hold me. Grip me tight like that.”

He pulls halfway out. You sob. Then thrusts back in. Hard. And stills again. You’re drooling at this point, chest heaving, vision blurred.

“You think you can brat your way into getting fucked?” he growls, mouth brushing your ear. “You think this pussy deserves to cum yet?”

You shake your head. Tears well.

“That’s right. Not yet. Not fucking yet.”

Then he starts to move. Slow. Deep. Devastating.

His hips roll with purpose, like every stroke is a lesson, a punishment, a promise. His cock drags against every swollen nerve inside you, hitting that spot so precisely it almost feels cruel. And he doesn’t let up—not even a little.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, voice thick. “You feel that? Feel how deep I am?”

You nod, barely. You’re breathless, moaning with every slow, relentless thrust.

“So fucking tight,” he pants. “You’re squeezing me like you don’t wanna let go.”

You don’t. You can’t. You’re gripping him like a vice, your legs trembling around his waist, the chain now hanging loose across your chest—dragging over your nipples every time he fucks into you just right.

He leans in, kisses your jaw, then your throat. His hips grind at the end of each thrust, pressing his cock even deeper, and you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“This pussy’s mine,” he growls. “Say it.”

You gasp, voice wrecked. “It’s yours.”

“Say it again.”

“Yours—Channie—it’s yours—!”

His pace picks up. Not fast, but harder. More pressure. More control. He’s fucking you like he owns you—like he earned this. Like he waited two weeks for the chance to bury himself so deep in you, you’d never forget what it felt like to be full of him.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes, sweat dotting his temple. “My bratty little baby. Thought you could tease me, huh?”

You whine—shaking beneath him, overstimulated already, toes curling with every thick, slow stroke.

“Missed this cock so much,” he murmurs, voice rough as he licks the sweat from your neck. “Should’ve begged. Should’ve dropped to your knees the second I got home.”

He pulls out just slightly—just the tip—before slamming back in, hard.

You scream.

He does it again. And again. Punishing. Precise.

“But no,” he growls. “You wanted to act up. So now? You get fucked how I say.”

Your hands claw at his back. Your nails leave marks. Your eyes roll back when he grabs your throat—not choking, just holding. Grounding. Possessive.

“You wanna cum, baby?”

You nod, crying now.

“You wanna fall apart all over my cock?”

You sob, “Please.”

He leans down. Mouth at your ear. Voice like a fucking curse. “Then earn it.”

He lets go of your throat, pulls your legs up higher around his hips, changes the angle—and fucks into you so deep you see white. Your hands shoot up, grabbing at his chain again. You yank it between your teeth, moaning around the metal like it’s your only lifeline.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Bite down. Be good. Take every inch.”

He’s fucking you hard now. Relentless. The bed slams against the wall, your cries muffled by the chain in your mouth, your body trembling under his. You don’t know where he ends and you begin. All you know is his voice, his cock, his chain, and how fucking close you are.

He knows it too.

Your body is a mess beneath him—shaking, leaking, barely holding on. Your mouth is full of chain and nothing else makes sense. You’re right there.

So he changes it up. Again.

Without warning, he pulls out—just for a second—and grabs your thighs.

You whimper in confusion, but he’s already moving.

He presses your legs together, tight, then lifts them up and folds them toward your chest, locking your thighs against him with one arm. The angle is obscene—your pussy now swollen, dripping, needy, completely exposed to him like a fucking feast.

He lines up again.

“Hold still.”

You can’t move anyway. He thrusts back in, all at once. You moan.

“Oh my god—”

“Yeah?” he growls, voice cracking. “That’s what you wanted?”

His arm flexes as he locks your legs to his chest, other hand gripping the headboard for leverage as he slams into you—deep, brutal, unforgiving.

Your mouth falls open. The chain slips from your lips, damp and clinking against your chest as your head tips back, jaw slack.

You’re drooling. Literally. You don’t even realize it. And still—still—he doesn’t let you cum. “You feel that?” he pants. “Hear how fucking wet you are?”

Slap slap slap—your pussy sounds obscene, slick gushing down your ass, pooling beneath you as he fucks into the tight, hot mess he’s made of you.

“You fucking live for this cock, don’t you?”

You nod, eyes rolled back, moaning like you’ve already cum three times.

“Say it,” he snaps, thrusts slamming into you. “Say you’re cockdrunk. Say you need it.”

You try.

Nothing comes out.

You’re babbling, lips trembling, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“What’s that, baby? Can’t talk?” he mocks, voice half-gone, fully feral. “Already gone and I haven’t even let you cum?”

His cock pulses inside you, thick and angry, twitching with the effort to hold back—but he doesn’t break. Not yet.

He wants you ruined.

He wants you begging.

“Not yet,” he growls. “You’re not there yet.”

You choke on a sob, head thrashing, arms reaching up to grab anything—his wrist, his chain, the sheets—but it’s not enough. The pressure in your gut is unbearable. Your cunt’s fluttering around him like you’re already mid-orgasm. You’re leaking down his balls, dripping from the stretch, absolutely wrecked.

And he loves it.

“You’ll cum,” he promises, fucking deeper, harder. “But not until you break. Not until you’re drooling and sobbing and begging for it with that pretty little voice I own.”

Your brain’s gone fuzzy.

Nothing left but heat and pressure and the sound of him—filthy, brutal, mercilessly deep. Your body isn’t even yours anymore. You’re limp in his hold, legs pressed together and pinned to his chest while his cock splits you open over and over, dragging against that spot inside you with every punishing thrust.

And you still haven’t cum. You can’t cum. Not until he says.

“Come on, baby,” he growls, his voice wrecked with effort. “Where’s that sweet little voice now?”

You sob, drooling down your chin, lips trembling around broken words that won’t form. “Nngh—Ch-Chan, I—please—”

“That’s it,” he moans. “Beg for it.”

Your hands claw uselessly at the sheets. “P-please,” you cry. “Please—I n-need—I can’t—Channie, please—your cock, I need it—need to cum—please—”

Your cunt clenches around him so hard it nearly makes him lose rhythm. He grunts, digging his fingers into your thighs, pace faltering just enough to grind deep before resuming that relentless rhythm.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he snarls. “Dripping all over me, baby. You’re gonna ruin the bed.”

“I-I don’t care—please, please—”

Your body twitches, helpless under him, tears leaking into your hairline, mouth open and glossy, his name the only thing you know how to say.

“Say what you are.”

“Wh—what?”

He thrusts hard, knocking the breath out of you. “Say what. You. Are.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m yours—I’m your fucktoy—I’m cockdrunk, I—”

“You’re what?”

“I’m cockdrunk, Channie—please—please let me cum—”

He slams into you so deep you nearly scream, chest arching into his grip, your vision flickering to white. “That’s right,” he moans, voice unravelling. “That’s my baby. All mine. This pussy—mine. Say it.”

“Yours—yours—yours—!”

“You wanna cum?”

“Please—”

“Then fucking do it.”

Your body shatters. It’s not even an orgasm—it’s a detonation. You clamp down around him, sobbing, your whole body convulsing as wave after wave crashes through you. You can’t speak, can’t breathe, can’t even scream. All you can do is feel.

Feel him. Feel the stretch. Feel your pussy gush around his cock as you cum so hard it feels like it might kill you.

He doesn’t stop.

“That’s it,” he groans, fucking you through it. “Fucking soak me, baby—fuck—fuck—you’re milking my cock—”

Your mind’s gone. You’re nothing but a trembling, cockdrunk mess, tears and drool smeared across your face, still whispering “yours, yours, yours” under your breath like a prayer.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he pants, voice cracked and breaking. “Gonna fill you up—fuck—can I, baby?”

You nod frantically, eyes fluttering. “Give it to me—want it—want all of it—please—”

And then he breaks.

He fucks into you one last time—deep, desperate, final—and lets go with a raw, shuddering moan as he empties inside you, cock pulsing, hot cum spilling into your still-clenching pussy.

“Fuckfuckfuck—baby—”

He collapses over you, chain dragging across your chest, both of you soaked, panting, trembling messes.

And still…

You whisper, barely conscious, lips ghosting his ear: “Yours.”

Your body is done. You don’t even register the moment he pulls out—all you feel is the warmth spilling down your thighs, his cum leaking out slow and heavy as your pussy pulses in the aftermath.

You try to speak. Nothing comes out but a sigh and a tiny broken whimper.

He huffs a soft laugh above you, lips brushing your temple as he shifts just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth. You’re too wrecked to return it—eyes fluttering, fingers twitching in the sheets, hair a sweaty halo around your face.

“That’s what my pouty baby gets, huh?” he murmurs, voice low and too smug. “Act like a brat, get fucked stupid.”

You let out a soft, slurred noise.

He kisses you again—this time on your nose. Then your forehead. Then both cheeks. “You did so good for me,” he whispers, hand cupping your jaw. “Took it all like my perfect girl."

You blink up at him. Barely coherent. “Mmhnn…you’re…annoying.”

“Aww,” he coos, grin wide. “You sound so mad for someone who just came like her soul was leaving her body.”

“You ruined me.”

“Damn right I did.”

He kisses your lips, slow and deep, like he’s trying to pour himself back into you. His tongue licks into your mouth with lazy heat, but now it’s tender. Now it’s grounding. His chain is still resting against your skin. You reach up, weakly tug it.

“Still on,” you whisper.

“You earned it,” he says softly. “Might keep it on since you like it that much.”

Your thighs twitch. He notices. Of course he notices.

“Oh, now you’re getting greedy again?” he laughs, brushing your hair back from your face. “You’re leaking my cum and still trying to start something?”

You whine. He grins and kisses you quiet again. Then he finally shifts—gently—lifting your legs, helping you unfold from the wrecked, folded position. You hiss when your body relaxes, muscles trembling. He hushes you instantly. “I got you, baby. I got you.”

He eases you onto your side, tugs the blankets up, and disappears for just a moment.

You hear the faucet. The soft clink of a glass.

He returns with a warm towel, cleans you carefully—between your thighs, over your stomach, around the curve of your ass where the sheets are soaked. You flinch at first, but his touch is featherlight. Reverent.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “My messy, fucked-out girl.”

He kisses your knee.

“My perfect pouty baby.”

Then he tosses the towel aside, climbs into bed, and pulls you into his chest like he’s never letting go. You curl up instantly—limp, warm, safe. His arms wrap around your back, one hand stroking your spine. His lips stay near your temple.

You nuzzle in deeper. “Gonna sleep for a week,” you mumble.

“Gonna feed you first,” he murmurs. “Then let you sleep. Then fuck you again.”

“Chan—”

“What?” he grins. “My baby was hungry. I provided.”

“Provided a near-death experience.”

“You’re welcome.”

You laugh—weakly. He presses a kiss right over your pulse. “You okay?” he asks, quiet now. Real. “Too much?”

You shake your head against his chest. “Perfect.”

“Good. ‘Cause next time, I’m making you cum around my tongue five times before I even think about fucking you.”

Your breath catches. He just smirks.

“Sleep now, sweetheart,” he whispers, grinning against your hair. “You’ve earned it.” And you do—out like a light, drooling on his chest while he smirks like the menace he is.

[afterglowsainz]

warm | oscar piastri

part 2

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: when two members of the friend group get secretly together it all seems to be okay, but will they be able to keep their situation with no strings attached?

fc: different girls from pinterest

a/n: it’s still april 6 where i’m at so happy birthday oscar 🎉 enjoy my favorite trope in the world (star-crossed lovers) pt. 2 will be coming some time this week :)

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[cheftsunoda]

young, dumb & in love — ob87

smau + blurbs

ollie bearman x !leclerc sibling reader

charles leclerc x !sister reader

ollie is in love with the youngest leclerc and no one knows except the two of them

fc : fatherkels

not proofread

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los angeles, california 📍

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everyonelovesvivi : LA with my loves @/chanel 🩵 shop the spring ‘25 collection now

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charles_leclerc : beautiful mon cœur! but when are you coming home?:(

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everyonelovesvivi : getting on the plane soon cha

arthur_leclerc : we better be your first stop

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arthur_leclerc : and i expect gifts since i was not allowed on this trip

everyonelovesvivi : guys i was gone for like two weeks but i will see you soon i promise

charles_leclerc : two weeks too long

lorenzotl : ma belle petite soe!

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everyonelovesvivi : je t’aime enzooooo❤️

alexandrasaintmleux : i am so in love with you 😻

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everyonelovesvivi : the actual love of my life

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charles_leclerc : um im right here ???

everyonelovesvivi : i will make her a leclerc before you do

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lando : pretty viv

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everyonelovesvivi: aye get this cougar away from me

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lando : so you like cougars?🧎🏼‍♂️

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arthur_leclerc : currently having someone ban lando from the internet

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charles_leclerc : i speak italian too. OUT. NOW.

kikagomes : lordddd you are so beautiful it is insane

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everyonelovesvivi : come gimme a kiss angel

pierregasly : can your brothers put a leash on you? save some women for the rest of us

everyonelovesvivi : no but kika can 😈

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arthur_leclerc : going to jump off the nearest bridge now

francolapinto : Qué linda, déjame sacarte y tratarte bien.😻😻

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charles_leclerc : @/carlossainz55 what does this mean

carlossainz55 : So pretty. Let me take you out and treat you right.

francolapinto : snitch

carlossainz55 : padel when you get back???

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everyonelovesvivi : obvi carlitos

alexalbon : not without me!!

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everyonelovesvivi: bring my lily

olliebearman : pretty girl

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everyonelovesvivi : such a cutie pie

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charles_leclerc : just delete this whole post please. i cannot spend all day scolding people in your comments

arthur_leclerc : i can. keep it up. i like to argue

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your pov!

I had barely dropped my suitcase in the hallway when the doorbell rang. I didn’t even have time to change out of my hoodie and Chanel slides. I opened the door, and there he was — all curls, crooked grin, and carrying my favorite overpriced coffee order.

“Missed you,” Ollie said, stepping inside before I could even close the door. He leaned down to kiss me, but I dodged.

“Wait—someone might—”

“Vivienne!” Arthur’s voice echoed through the apartment hallway. “Heard you’re back! We brought snacks!”

We. That means both of them.

I looked at Ollie. He blinked. “What the hell is he doing here?” I hissed.

He raised both hands. “You told me they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow!”

“Yeah, well, apparently they lied.”

A knock followed by the sound of the door unlocking. Oh my god. Of course Charles still has a key.

I shoved Ollie toward my bedroom. “Closet. Now.”

His eyes widened. “Viv, I literally just got here.”

“Do you want to die before your next race? Closet. Go.”

He disappeared into my room just as Charles walked in with Arthur trailing behind him, both holding bakery bags and suspicious eyes.

“You look… guilty,” Charles narrowed his eyes.

“I look jet-lagged,” I replied, snatching a croissant. “Thanks for breaking into my home.”

Arthur peered around. “Anyone here?”

I nearly choked. “Why would someone be here?”

“You always FaceTime us when you land,” Charles said slowly. “You didn’t this time. Suspicious.”

“Or I was tired and wanted to shower and sleep without being grilled about my skincare routine.”

There was a loud thump from my bedroom. Arthur’s eyes darted toward the hallway.

“That was… the suitcase. It fell. Clumsy me.”

Charles started walking toward the room.

“NOPE!” I intercepted. “You are not going in there. I have laundry and unpacking and—girl stuff.”

That stopped them. Barely.

Arthur wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”

Charles raised a brow. “You sure everything’s okay?”

Behind me, I prayed Ollie wasn’t currently sneezing in my closet or accidentally stepping on a rogue high heel.

I forced a smile. “Never better.”

—

The door finally shut with a click, followed by the sound of footsteps fading down the hallway. I didn’t move. I waited a beat… two… then sprinted to my bedroom and flung the closet door open. Ollie was half-squatting between a pile of shoes and a hanging rail of dresses, eyes wide, hair slightly sticking up, and holding one of my pink fuzzy heels like it had been his emotional support item.

They gone?” he whispered.

“Gone,” I exhaled.

He flopped onto the floor like he’d just won a war. “I saw my life flash before my eyes when Arthur mentioned noise.”

“You’re the one who stepped on my hair curler!”

“You’re the one who has traps in their closet!”

I smacked him with a throw pillow. He grabbed it mid-swat and pulled me down next to him.

“I can’t believe you made me hide like some side character in a teen movie,” he muttered, resting his head on my shoulder. “I drive just like them!”

“You’re lucky you’re not driven over by my brothers.”

He snorted. “If Arthur ever finds out I was hiding in here, I think he might actually try to fight me.”

“Arthur would lose. But dramatically.”

“And Charles?”

I paused. “Charles would smile politely, go completely silent, and then ruin your life in a hundred passive-aggressive ways over the next five years.”

He groaned. “You’ve got such a terrifying family.”

“You’re the one who wanted to date a Leclerc,” I teased, poking his side.

He looked up at me and smirked. “Yeah. And I’d do it again.”

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monaco 📍

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everyonelovesvivi : back home means back on my bs and back with my beloveds

(ty to whoever sent me this meme on twitter ily) (its not worth it😰)

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charles_leclerc : mon chèri please delete that before ferrari sees it and posts it 5 times

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Ollie’s across the court, spinning the racket in that cocky, show-off way that I would find annoying — if I wasn’t hopelessly in love with him.

“Ready, rookie?” I call out with a smirk.

Carlos snorts. “You’re actually terrifying. You’ve got Charles’ obsession with winning and Arthur’s reckless aim.”

Alex groans from beside him. “Yeah, and somehow that combo always ends with me getting hit in the knee.”

“I don’t aim for you,” I say sweetly, bouncing the ball once. “That’s just a bonus.”

I serve hard, and the ball flies past Alex with satisfying precision. He lets out an exaggerated ugh as he stumbles sideways.

“Can you two not flirt mid-game?” he mutters. “Some of us are trying to survive.”

Ollie jogs up to the net, grinning at me, cheeks flushed. “You’re kind of hot when you’re competitive.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Kind of?”

He leans in, just enough so Carlos can definitely hear, and murmurs, “Okay, really hot.”

Carlos groans dramatically. “This is worse than Charles and his guitar phase. I’m getting flashbacks.”

Alex drops his racket entirely. “Am I the only one who came here to play padel and not witness a make out session?”

I turned to face Alex with a smile. “You’re just mad that you are losing.”

“We’re literally tied,” Alex snaps causing Carlos to chuckle.

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everyonelovesvivi : not the ideal hard launch situation

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“This is either going to end in an amazing dinner or a fire,” I mutter as Ollie stares at the chopping board like it just insulted him.

“It’s literally a tomato,” I add, nudging his elbow. “Not someone trying to take you out at turn three.”

Ollie side-eyes me with a crooked grin. “You’re one to talk. I saw what you did to the basil.”

“That was artistic slicing,” I say, tossing some into the bowl with flair.

“You looked like you were fighting off demons.”

I shrug, flashing a sweet smile to the camera. “That’s just my process.”

We’re halfway through this Haas x [Brand Name] cooking segment — a crossover no one expected but somehow works. Ollie’s here as part of the team partnership, and I’ve worked with the brand before. Naturally, someone thought putting us in a kitchen together was a good idea.

Spoiler: It wasn’t. But we’re making it work. Mostly.

“You know,” he says under his breath as he reaches past me for the olive oil, “we make a pretty good team.”

I glance at him. “Is that before or after you nearly set the garlic bread on fire?”

“Details.” He grins. “I’d cook with you any day.”

My brain short-circuits for half a second. “Careful. You say stuff like that and the internet’s going to start rumors.”

He leans in just slightly, eyes still on the camera crew. “Maybe I want them to.”

I blink. “Ollie.”

Before I can say anything else, Esteban’s voice comes from behind the monitor. “JUST KISS ALREADY.”

I choke on my laugh, and Ollie immediately goes red, hiding behind a tea towel like it might save him.

The brand rep looks delighted. I already know the clip will be all over social media within the hour. We keep filming, but our hands brush more than necessary. His smile lingers a little too long. My cheeks hurt from trying not to look too obvious.

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onto monaco

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everyonelovesvivi : u r so annoying i stg

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everyonelovesvivi : “forza ferrari” i yell as they drag me to my padded cell.

watching this team gives me a bellyache. charles find a new team.

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scuderiaferrari : go ahead. what do we have to lose?

olliebearman : at least we met a cute puppy

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arthur_leclerc : don’t think i forgot about you bearman

everyonelovesvivi : you are about as intimidating as leo

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everyonelovesvivi : so much so that they had to emergently take some of your tummy out

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paris, france 📍

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everyonelovesvivi : a little bit surreal, a lot bit real — proud (and still slightly panicked) to share that i got to design my own collection for @/louisvuitton. every stitch, every sketch, every late night was worth it. i can’t wait to show you what we made— (here are a few sneak peeks while you wait)

thank you again for trusting me @/pharrell & @/louisvuitton. all the love in the world. 💋

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arthur_leclerc : am i a model or am i banned

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everyonelovesvivi : banned due to the fact that you broke into my apartment and ate my leftovers out of my own fridge

arthur_leclerc : understandable

arthur_leclerc : BUT OMG IM SO PROUD OF YOU

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everyonelovesvivi : don’t hurt yourself— i need that beautiful face bruise free when i send you down the runway

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zendaya : obsessed already

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haasf1team : team fits??

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kikagomes : OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

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alexandrasaintmleux : i am literally so proud of you. this is insane!!

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lewishamilton : This is absolutely insane, Vivi. I can’t wait to see the rest! Congratulations

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everyonelovesvivi : the fashion god himself 🧎🏻‍♀️

pierregasly : how much is too much? bc i will be buying the whole collection.

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everyonelovesvivi : not a question a frenchman should ever asked. go wild.

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My heart was pounding out of my chest but I’d never let anyone see it. I sat next in between Alex, Kika and Lily as we all got our makeup done. Today was the day, the day I unveiled my collection.

“Ms. Leclerc?” I heard the PR girl ask. I turn my head towards her.

“You have some guests. Is it okay to let them back?” she asked, clipboard in hand.

I blinked, surprised. “Of course. Please.”

Almost immediately, the door opened and a flood of familiar voices and footsteps filled the room.

“There she is!” Arthur’s voice rang out, full of excitement as he strode in ahead of Charles. Both of them wore those looks that said, I’m proud but trying not to embarrass you. Charles caught my eye and gave me a smile. “Knew you’d kill it. You look incredible.”

I tried to keep my smile steady. “Save the compliments for after. I don’t want to cry before I walk.”

Lily laughed softly beside me, raising her eyebrow. “If you do, we’ll fix your makeup. No worries.”

More faces followed — Carlos, Lando, Oscar, Pierre, George — half the grid, it seemed, all gathered backstage as if this was a race day pit stop. Many were decked out in pieces from my collection, which I knew Charles had sneakily shared far and wide.

“I said sneak peeks, not wardrobe raids,” I teased Charles, who just shrugged with a grin.

“Brand awareness,” he replied smoothly.

Then Ollie slipped in quietly, without a fuss or fanfare. His calm presence cut through the excitement like a cool breeze. He gave me a soft smile as he moved to stand close by, close enough that I felt the warmth radiate without him needing to say a word.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, just for me.

I met his eyes in the mirror, nodding. “Trying to be.”

He smirked. “You’re about to show everyone the world you’ve been building in your head. That’s pretty damn impressive.”

I laughed softly. “I was hoping you’d notice that jacket with the cropped collar.”

“Maybe,” he teased. “Or maybe I just wanted to see you shine — terrifying and brilliant all at once.”

I caught his gaze a moment longer than I should have, then remembered the room full of people watching us — my brothers, friends, the grid — and pulled myself together.

Arthur plopped into the chair beside me, draping an arm over the back. “She cried over fabric samples last month, but today? Rock solid. Explain that.”

“Growth,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Delusion,” Lily shot back with a grin.

—

The last model stepped off the runway, and the applause hit like a wave—loud, overwhelming, and utterly real. I let out a shaky breath, finally allowing myself to relax just a little. Backstage, Ollie was waiting, calm and steady as always. Without a word, he reached out, his hand finding mine, fingers curling around gently. The warmth of his touch grounded me in a way nothing else could.

“You absolutely nailed it,” he said softly, his voice low and warm.

I glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Not sure I believe that yet.”

He gave me a slow, confident smile, the kind that made the noise outside feel distant and irrelevant. “I do.”

He placed a small kiss on my forehead. For a brief moment, it was just us—quiet in the chaos—until the door suddenly burst open.

Charles, Arthur, Maman, Carlos, and half the grid came rushing in, their faces glowing with excitement and pride.

“You were incredible,” Charles said, his grin impossibly wide.

Arthur pulled me into a quick hug. “You made history tonight.”

Maman’s eyes shimmered with tears as she held me close. “My brilliant girl.”

Carlos handed me a bouquet, still laughing. “Told you I’d come through with the flowers.”

Lando and Oscar were already bickering over who cheered the loudest, and through it all, Ollie squeezed my hand once more before letting go.

—

I wasn’t nervous until we got out of the car.

Ollie, of course, looked like he’d been born on a red carpet — cool, calm, a hand resting casually on my lower back as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Which, to be fair, it kind of was. Just… not in front of every F1 driver and WAG we know.

“You good?” he murmured as we stepped up to the entrance, where security was checking names.

“Define ‘good,’” I muttered. “My brothers are inside. You’re holding my hand. This is either going to be iconic or catastrophic.”

He grinned. “Why not both?”

The door opened, and in we walked.

The screening room was dimly lit, scattered with couches and plush cinema seats — very “rich people private event” coded. There were maybe thirty people total. Kika and Lily sat near the front, mid-laugh, next to Carlos and Alex. Arthur and Charles were by the snack bar, Arthur already holding two slushies like he was twelve.

And then they saw us.

I felt it happen in waves — the way every conversation subtly paused, every head turned just slightly. It wasn’t dramatic, just noticeable. Like a ripple through still water.

Ollie didn’t hesitate. He gave a small wave with his free hand — as if this was nothing. As if we hadn’t just walked into the F1 equivalent of a family dinner and announced, surprise, we’re dating.

I caught Kika’s eyes first. She blinked, mouth dropping open just slightly. Lily leaned over, said something, and then visibly gasped. Carlos snorted into his drink. Alex gave us a slow, approving nod.

Charles and Arthur? Oh, they froze.

Arthur looked personally victimized. Charles’s brows shot so high I thought they’d fly off his face.

I braced.

And then Charles, ever the dramatic older brother, just crossed his arms and said loudly, “Et depuis quand?”

“Depuis longtemps,” I replied sweetly, pulling Ollie a little closer.

Arthur just groaned and flopped against the wall like the world had ended. “I knew something was up when you posted that video cooking together. You were looking at each other like—like—like it was a rom-com montage!”

“Happy for you, bro,” Lando said, appearing behind them and giving Ollie a subtle high five. “I give it fifteen minutes before Charles starts threatening to run you off the track.”

“He already did that,” Carlos deadpanned.

To his credit, Charles recovered quickly. He walked over, studied Ollie.

“I don’t love this,” he said to me. “But I like him. So… I’ll behave.”

“For now,” Arthur added, pointing a slushie straw at Ollie. “I’m watching you.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

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everyonelovesvivi : yes but now at least you don’t have to chase half the grid out of my comment section

charles_leclerc : true

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olliebearman : if it makes you feel better…at the first family dinner Charles threatened me for 45 minutes while viv and Arthur played fifa

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lando : yep that sounds like the charles I know

carlossainz55 : FINALLLYYYY

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charles_leclerc : wait how long did you know???

carlossainz55 : like since it happened

charles_leclerc : oh the betrayal

olliebearman : love you forever even if it means dealing with your brothers for that long too❤️

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alexalbon : so proud of you, my child.

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olliebearman : yes sir 🤓

arthur_leclerc : unfollowing both of you for my mental health

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winter break || cl16

☆ summary: a domestic and happy winter break with charles and y/n

☆ pairing: charles leclerc x nonfamous!private!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none! this is pure fluff

☆ requested: nope! realized i hadn’t written anything for charles in forever

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ynuser: another season in the books. i’m so proud of you charlie!! now let’s get some rest ❤️

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iamrebeccad: prettiest girl

ynuser: that’s you

charlesleclerc: je t’aime y/n

ynuser: i love you more ❤️

yourbff: congrats on an amazing season charles!

charlesleclerc: merci beaucoup

scuderiaferrari: ❤️❤️

carlossainz55: enjoy your quiet time mi amiga

ynuser: you too carlos

lewishamilton: see you soon y/n!

ynuser: can’t wait!!! leo is so excited to play with roscoe

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yourbff: eeeek!!!!!! so glad your new home has extra rooms for meeeee

ynuser: specifically got several spare bedrooms so you could have one bestie

yourbff: i love you and i miss you fr

maxverstappen1: looking forward to visiting!

ynuser: please bring my favorite girls and kitties by soon 🥹

maxverstappen1: anything for you my friend 😘

yourfriend1: it’s about time you two moved in together

ynuser: it only took several years of convincing 🤪

lorenzotl: congratulations ❤️ can’t wait to see you in mexico

ynuser: merci ❤️ see you soon lorenzo!

charlesleclerc: the beginning of forever 🥂

ynuser: cheers to the most beautiful life with you 🥂

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user1: you guys are so cute

carlossainz55: are you cooking burgers?

charlesleclerc: haha no! we are making pasta

user2: jealousy is a disease and i have it

arthur_leclerc: and you’re having me over for food when?

charlesleclerc: when we get a bit more settled 🤨

user3: i can bark if yall need another dog

ynuser: petition to have all our meals here together for the rest of forever

charlesleclerc: sounds perfect to me mon ange

scuderiaferrari: congratulations to our favorite lovebirds ❤️

user4: i want you both so bad

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ynuser: settling in just fine 🤍

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arthur_leclerc: still waiting on my invite???

ynuser: i literally invited you for dinner and you told me you were busy?

arthur_leclerc: why put me on blast like this

ynuser: you can’t be serious

yourbff: looks so comfy cozy 🤍

ynuser: comfy cozy and ready for you to visit 🤍

pascale.leclerc: love you two endlessly

ynuser: je t’aime maman

charlesleclerc: settled and happier than ever

ynuser: yes ❤️

iamrebeccad: obsessed

ynuser: me too

carmenmundt: glad to hear it!! let’s get lunch soon

ynuser: yes please!!! after we get back from vacation!!

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charlesleclerc: famille ❤️ grateful for time with my loved ones

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user16: my favorite family

maxverstappen1: leo! you need to bring him over to play with my new puppy

charlesleclerc: come visit us in our new house!!

roscoelovescoco: us invited too??

ynuser: allll the puppies are invited 🤍

scuderiaferrari: ❤️

user12: i love when we get little glimpses of y/n

user88: no fr

ynuser: forever thankful for time with you

charlesleclerc: thankful that i get to spend forever with you

apmmonaco: our favorite monaco royalty 👑

lec: 💛

user33: enjoy your vacation!!

user44: incredibly happy to see you and your family taking advantage of the holiday! though i can’t wait to see you back on track

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ynuser: the love of my life

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oscarpiastri: my mom and dad

ynuser: my son

charlesleclerc: our* son

yourbff: this called me single and broke in so many different languages but primarily french

ynuser: hahaha je suis désolé [im sorry]

charlesleclerc: we’ve tried to set you up with people

charlesleclerc: l'amour de ma vie [the love of my life]

ynuser: toujours [forever]

arthur_leclerc: i’m going to leak this to the gossip pages if you don’t give me photo credits

ynuser: im this 🤏🏻 close to blocking you

carmenmundt: so gorgeous

ynuser: merci carmen! thank you also for letting me borrow your dress 😘

lando: i’m moved

ynuser: ok period

francisca.cgomes: tough to see my girlfriend posting someone else

ynuser: look away baby

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yourbff: puppy play dates!!!!!!

user16: roscoe, simba, leo, nino omg

roscoelovescoco: fanks to you and y/n/n fors the funs day

charlesleclerc: you’re always welcome roscoe ❤️ y/n/n and i consider you part of the family

user15: the fact that lewis and you are clearly spending time together over break got me going crazy

oscarpiastri: lily really wants a puppy now….. can i borrow leo yes or no

charlesleclerc: borrow or steal?

oscarpiastri: no comment

ynuser: the cutest best friends in the entire world

charlesleclerc: the cutest indeed

user22: feeling very parasocial over these dogs rn

maxverstappen1: thanks for having us!! tell y/n/n that p loved the bracelet she got her in mexico

charlesleclerc: of course mate! y/n says you need to bring p with you next time

francisca.cgomes: i don’t think simba has ever been this sleepy after a day out before! he had a blast

charlesleclerc: leo is so glad to hear that!! he loves his bestie simba

user45: these dogs live a better life than i ever will fr

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yourbff: this outfit is EATING (p.s im crying w u bb doll)

ynuser: thank you 😭🫶🏻

francisca.cgomes: quick leave him for me and then you won’t have to cry

ynuser: promise?

francisca.cgomes: promise

charlesleclerc: my god you’re beautiful

ynuser: merci mon amor 🥹

charlesleclerc: i am seriously the luckiest man in the world

ynuser: charlie 😭❤️

iamrebeccad: i need to know where you got that coat

ynuser: i got it from our favorite boutique in monaco!!! but of course you can always borrow mine darling

iamrebeccad: you’re an angel 🤍

arthur_leclerc: not quite ferrari red but close enough

lewishamilton: roscoe has told me that he’s always happy to keep you and leo company while we’re away

ynuser: oh lewis now i’m actually crying!! you and roscoe are the sweetest ever

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ynuser: winter break is never long enough

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pierregasly: what is this i’m hearing about you running away with my girlfriend?

ynuser: francisca.cgomes care you explain?

francisca.cgomes: nope!

charlesleclerc: it is short but it was certainly sweet. thank you for making me the happiest

ynuser: no need to thank me. only returning the favor mon ange 🤍

lando: tell me abt it … i need more time to play my games

ynuser: you get it. can we play animal crossing soon?

lando: duh of course

oscarpiastri: it is not but lily and i are so excited to see you again soon y/n!

ynuser: ugh and i can’t wait to see you two 😭🫶🏻

yourbff: look at ol sweater paws in the second slide

ynuser: screaming

arthur_leclerc: crying

roscoelovescoco: 🤍😘🐾

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LADS: Period Pain Simulator

🍓A/N: Yeah, I'm on my period too~ hope this can bring in a good laugh or two. This will be my bare minimum effort for the week since I have work tomorrow lol this is the fastest thing I was able to finish 2nite

SYNPOSIS: Period pain and men. That's it.

📍characters: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb (Separate) Looking to get notfied? Tag yourself here!

XAVIER

Actually volunteers to try it out to better understand how it goes for you during your monthly visit.

"This is actually fine". He says, before you crank up the pain at the highest level, there you could see Xavier succumbing to the pain, going all out on all fours on the floor. Gripping the area near his stomach, gasping out in pain. "Holy fucking shit!" He groans out, attempting to stand up by grabbing the edge of the chair before he stumbles over a non-existent bump on the floor and falls face-first on the floor.

Prefers to either crawl on all fours or drag his body from point A to point B because of the pain. You asked multiple times if he was okay but Xavier only responded: "Crank it up, I can take it".

He in fact, could not take it and ended up passing out on the floor and waking up to find himself on your couch with a pillow under his head and a blanket over his body.

"You know, you didn't have to go through it". You said, his head now resting against your lap as you comb through his very soft and messy hair.

"I did it so I could understand your pain. I don't want you to suffer all that and not get the comfort you deserve." He says, looking up at you as he holds your hand firmly against his chest. "I'll work hard to do more for you." He promises, placing a kiss against your hand.

"That's so sweet, you definitely deserve a good treat for all your trouble," you commented as you reached out to grab your phone. "I hope Charlie's bakery is open, we can have him deliver those cookies you like".

Xavier's smile twitches and slowly forms into a frown. He hated to admit it but Charlie's cookies are good and he definitely needed the comfort food after the hell he just went through. Xavier made sure to make a mental note to sneak into Charlie's bakery and nab his cookie recipes to make some for you during your period week.

ZAYNE

Being a doctor grants him the knowledge of understanding your monthly cycle and struggles so, being given the opportunity to actually try out the simulator was a chance for him to actually better understand how it affect the human body.

At first, everything was fine. The first two settings were tolerable and then he decided to crank it up a bit, that's where Zayne started to feel the actual roller coaster ride of hell.

Just to make matters worse, Greyson entered his office to discuss a new case they were expected to dive into in a few days.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Greyson asks, lifting his gaze from the documents and eyeing Zayne with much concern.

Zayne who was clearly uncomfortable with the hell he inflicted upon himself, stands at a very awkward position, with his hand on his couch holding for support and another attached to his hip in hopes adding pressure would somehow ease the pain.

"Never better". He responds with a tight smile. That same day, he came home to you with flowers of your favorite type and bags of your favorite meal. When you asked what it was all about, Zayne could only respond by pulling you in a tight hug and peppering you with the sweetest and softest kisses all over.

RAFAYEL

He passes out and doesn't make it pass through the first setting.

Cuddles you non-stop after waking up from his pain-induced experience.

Rafayel was basically attached to you like a newborn Koala, refusing to let go. "Come on Rafayel. I have work in a few minutes". You whine as you try to untangle yourself from Rafayel.

He whines and continues to grip your waist tighter as he sprawled himself on your couch like an octopus, trying to weigh you down.

"No! That was like hell for me, how much more would it be for you? Stay at home and let me take care of you, just this time". And when I tell you, Rafayel gives out the sweetest and cutest pout you'd ever seen, it's hard to say no to such sweet face.

With your leave for the day granted, Rafayel wasted no time in ordering you all your favourite meals and giving you all the kisses and cuddles he could offer before it was his turn to get all the cuddling and babying treatment from you.

SYLUS

A lot stronger than you think, he actually could handle the pain even if it was nearing the highest. But you could definitely tell he was about curl up any moment.

Sighing, you get up from your seat and walk towards him, wrapping your arms from behind and bring him closer to your body with your head resting upon his.

Sylus, suprised by your sudden gesture could only put out a small smile on his lips as he gently flips through the files he was so intrigued on reading.

"You know, you could call it quits and we can go out for some good seafood". You commented, hugging him a little tighter.

"And let you gloat about how I can't handle pain? Please. There are many things that I face on a daily, this is just a little bump on a road of trials". He comments, pulling you a little closer to him because whether he would admit it or not, your warmth and all that you are were enough to drive the pain away.

That same night, he burns the pain simulator to ashes, out of sight, out of mind

CALEB

Crumbles to the floor as you hit the highest setting on the simulator, groaning and panting on the floor as he tries to rub his stomach to ease the pain.

"Between getting shot and this, I'd choose getting shot any day". Caleb says, as he curls into a fetal position before changing forms and rolling himself on the floor like a log.

Doesn't pass out but chooses to drag his body from point A to B across the apartment, you could actually see him crawling towards the couch before collapsing on the floor with a loud thud.

Not long after, Caleb rips off the simulator from his body and pulls your body onto the couch for a long cuddle. "That shit was nasty, I can't believe that happens to you monthly!".

Afterwards, Caleb decided to make your day as special as he could. He pampered with all the things you could ever want and need because he cares for you that much. "I'll make sure to make it easier for you each day." He promises to you and he always kept his promises, making sure to fulfill your every request without complaint.

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you say good morning, when its midnight ⟢ OP81 (part 4)

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PAIRINGS: oscar piastri x female!reader

SUMMARY: you and oscar grew up together, and despite being neighbors and best friends with her sister, hattie, you never really talked or had a conversation with him. until one day, where he randomly texted you out of nowhere.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: use of y/n, (a little) slow burn, humor, fluff, inaccurate information, no consistent face claims, all photos are from pinterest, weird, awkward, unhinge, reader is a little bit ball of a mess, long distance relationships, and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: none

AUTHOR'S NOTES: part 4! the song that i use for this part is actually a filo music, from an artist named 'zild," i'm not sure if there's an english translation for it. also, if i have any filo f1 baddies readers, hello! heh. sorry if it's a bit short, i'll make the next ones longer. enjoy! :)

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📍tiong bahru, singapore

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yn.jpg went all out on my twin flame's last day in sg before she flies back to australia ♡

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hattiepiastri best week ever! i'll definitely be back. maybe in your graduation soon? 🤔

yn.jpg you know you're always welcome to come back!! and maybe, hm?

nicolepiastri thank you for taking such good care of her, sweetheart!

yn.jpg always welcome! 💖

yourmom my girls! come back again soon, hattie ❤️

yn.jpg oh she'll def be back, mum 😆

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hattiepiastri a week in humid heaven with my favorite girl. went shopping and sweated a lot, but i'll see you again soon!!

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yn.jpg already uninstalling find my friends so i don't see your dot moving further away from me 😞💔

hattiepiastri i'll be back soon bc nothing can separate me from you!!!!

nicolepiastri bring me back something better than duty free biscuits this time

hattiepiastri 🫡🫡🫡

yn.jpg don't worry, auntie! i made sure that hattie will be bringing back some singaporean goodies for all of you!! ♡

oscarpiastri am i included?

yn.jpg i think that will be on hattie's discretion whether you're included or not 😆 jk!

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The Truth in Pretending

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: umeployed!logan, Williams racing

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Logan is on the brink of losing his seat. Maybe a relationship with a famous singer would help him keep it.

ynln

📍New York City, New York

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user1 my baby

user2 diva core

user3 I am feral for this woman

user4 new music when??????

user5 real ���

oliviarodrigo beautiful girl 😘

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ynln no, you 🫶

user6 I love her

user7 MY BAEEEEE

user8 I need new music

user9 how can I relate this post to rep tv

user10 that cat is so real cuz I would act the same way if I met y/n

sabrinacarpenter 💕

ynln 💕

user11 looked in the mirror and sighed

user12 need her

user13 Taylor liked

user14 god PLEASE

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u could say that again 😮‍💨

never taking another tequila shot again 🤮

ynln

It wasn’t *that* bad

I’ve only thrown up twice this morning 🤷‍♀️

sabrinacarpenter

well, don’t look at me for blame

we needed to celebrate your last day of independence

ynln

That’s not what that was

I’m sure he’s wonderful

sabrinacarpenter

hmm

he’ll have to win me over

I’m not convinced

Especially since it’s his team making you do this

ynln

I could’ve said no

sabrinacarpenter

but u didn’t

Cuz u were pressured into it

it’s not hard to tell

I litteraly have a whole song about not being a mind-reader and even I could tell

ynln

wtvr

it’s fine, really

sabrinacarpenter

have u even met him

ynln

We meet today

sabrinacarpenter

Good luck, soldier 🫡

you’ll need it 💋

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who took this?

ynln

lily!

she was walking with Alex behind us on the way out

logansargeant

oh, I didn’t know they were there

it’s a cute picture

ynln

you rly think so?

logansargeant

I like it, at least

ynln

don’t worry

I do too

logansargeant

thanks for coming btw

you didn’t have to

ynln

I mean, technically I was contractually obligated to

but I had fun

I’m glad I came

logansargeant

but I finished p20

sorry I couldn’t make your first race more exciting

I fear it will be a lot of p20 this season

ynln

Logan, it’s fine

I know nothing about f1

I was just having fun watching you race

logansargeant

so I take it you liked your first race?

ynln

I did!

lily might just be my new favorite person

Don’t tell Sabrina I said that

logansargeant

I don’t have any way to do that so I think you’re safe

I’m getting nervous you might like lily more than you like me

I mean, ur not contractually obligated to hang out with her

ynln

lol

we might be a contract but I do like you lo

dw

logansargeant

good to know

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hi :)

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logansargeant

do u maybe have extra shampoo in your hotel room…?

I don’t have any

ynln

oh my sweet angel logan

I don’t use hotel shampoo

You can have all of mine

logansargeant

oh yay

can u bring it over

ynln

yeah I got you

what room are you

logansargeant

4567

ynln

Oh you’re just down the hall

I’ll be over in a min

logansargeant

thank you :)

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oh my poor baby

stuck in England for American independence day

ynln

I think I’ll survive 🤷‍♀️

sabrinacarpenter

oh?

ynln

yeah

I mean I have this lovely little puppy for company

sabrinacarpenter

who’s dog is that?

ynln

Logan’s

sabrinacarpenter

ugh

not him

ynln

He’s wonderful

sabrinacarpenter

hmmmm

I’m not convinced

ynln

well I am

sabrinacarpenter

oh!

you’re not into him, r u?

ynln

Nope

he’s just rly nice sab

sabrinacarpenter

mmmm

ynln

well I have a 4th of July party to get ready for

bye sab

sabrinacarpenter

don’t think I didn’t notice that ur having a party with Logan when there’s not even anyone around to see it and help your pr

ynln

ur getting blocked

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logansargeant

where’d u goooo ☹️

ynln

lol I’m in the backyard

u good?

logansargeant

yeah, I’m just feeling too patriotic

need to talk to another American

ynln

you’ve been talking to me all day?

logansargeant

well yeah but I can’t go too long without an American or I start to turn British

ynln

lol, come outside

logansargeant

already omw ☺️

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logansargeant

❤️❤️❤️❤️

ynln

❤️❤️❤️❤️

logansargeant

I’m so glad u came :)

ynln

I am too

I meant it when I said I was proud of you

logansargeant

thanks y/n :)

for once, I am too

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ynln happy summer ☀️

packing it up out now 🎧

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user15 AHHHHH

user16 y/n l/n returns to Instagram posts

user17 WAIT THIS SONG IS SO CUTE

user18 I spot Logan!

user19 “I came so close to packing it up but then you happened” 😭

user20 waitttt this is lovely

user21 this is her so high school

taylorswift so good!!! 🙌

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user22 Logan sargeant you have rocked my world

lilymhe I would like photo creds

ynln so sorry guys, lily took the middle photo!!!!

user23 wait the Williams boys vacationed together? 🥺

user24 this is so

logansargeant ☀️

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user25 BOAF OF EM

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logansargeant

idk can you make the plane move faster or something

ynln

Ur so impatient

logansargeant

sry I wanna see my gf who I love or wtvr

ynln

oh?

There’s a couple big steps in that statement

logansargeant

Delete delete delete

how do u delete messages on Instagram

I didn’t say a word

ynln

oh no, dw, I enjoyed it

logansargeant

r u sure?

cus I just figured out how to delete messages

thanks google

ynln

nope

don’t delete it

as ur gf, I think I should get used to that

(+ I love u 2, so the feelings mutual)

logansargeant

oh thank god

I was worried I’d have to disappear off the face of the planet

ynln

oh don’t do that

I haven’t even seen you as your official gf yet

logansargeant

giggling and kicking my feet

ynln

lmfao, shut up 😭

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user26 I am deeply in love with them

user27 as a Logan fan, I am thankful for this sign of life

user28 love that, instead of using a candid, she used a pic of him at Williams just to put an x over the logo lmfao

user29 she’s so diva, I love it

user30 MY SHAYLAAAA

sabrinacarpenter ig he’s alright

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logansargeant I’m honored

sabrinacarpenter don’t get too cocky, ur still unemployed 🚩

user31 They’re MY Taylor and Travis

user32 I WAS SO CLOSE TO PACKING IT UPPP BUT THATS RIGHT WHEN YOU HAPPENEDDDDDD

taylorswift happy for you!

ynln thanks tay!

user33 HES FREE! WORST EXPERIENCE OF HIS LIFE!

user34 why does my goat look so happy to be fired

user35 if I got to get out of that hellhole and go home to my beautiful girlfriend who writes sweet songs about me, I would also be very happy

logansargeant I love you 😍

ynln lol, I love you too nerd

user36 oh my god they’re so perfect I love them so much

user37 actually let’s talk more about the x over the Williams logo

user38 killatrav liked

user39 ofc he did, this is tayvis 2.0

user40 tayvis this, tayvis that. No, this is my Louis and Olivia.

user41 new albums gonna bang

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[cinephile-inc]

Clerks as it was never meant to be seen (my father's giant 4k television)

Look at the size of those letterboxes! Good Lord!

[mclacedes]

sweet like candy (LN4 SMAU)

summary: in which Lando is a complete simp over singer Y/N L/N

warnings: a little bit of hate, cursing, suggestive content

pairing: lando norris × singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter / morgan riddle

✧ next up

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ENJOY. 　⁺ 　 . ✦

ynln

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ynln: la dolce vita or whatever they say

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ynfan2: woman how DARE YOU being this aesthetic????

ynfan3: i love you please marry me

ynhater1: omg can you stop begging for attention

ybffname: love the vibes and all, but when are you gonna stop traveling around and come back home huh?

ynln: i'd say about never but we'll see how things go 🥰

ynfan4: jesus christ woman where AREN'T YOU

ynfan7: okay but have you thought about stopping at a F1 race or something

ynln: tell me more about it 💭

ynfan5: london, italy, paris... GIRL OMG

ynhater2: i don't think you should flaunt like this when there's literally people starving

ynfan6: literally dream life

ysistername: cute but can i have my hair clip back? THANK YOU!

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🎶 Thinking Bout You - Frank Ocean

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landonorris: they do say la dolce vita :) but whatever right?

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landofan1: hot.

landofan2: i do have a lot to say but i have some decency

maxfewtrell: i think your shirt's a bit unbuttoned mate

landonorris: thanks mate! hadn't noticed

ynfan7: am i dreaming or that caption...

ynfan4: girl the caption, the song, those pictures... it's all for her

landofan3: what?

ynfan4: check out y/n l/n's latest post

landofan5: HOLY FUCK

landofan5: don't judge him for making it about her,if i were him i'd do the EXACT same

ynln: thanks for letting me know :)

landonorris: you should stop by a race, maybe i could tell you a thing or two about italian :)

maxfewtrell: mate, they still have DMs :)

A WEEK LATER

ynupdates:

ynupdates: Us too, Lando! During his friend Max Fewtrell's Twitch stream, Formula 1 driver Lando Norris admitted to having a crush on Y/N L/N, as transcribed below:

Lando: “If I like Y/N? Yes, absolutely! There is no reality in which I don't listen to her songs or that I'm not a big fan of hers.”

Max: “'Fan'? Mate, drop it, we all know how you're a complete simp over the woman.”

Lando: “What?”

Max: “Be for fucking real, now! We know it. You've talked about her, not once, not twice, we lost count! Can't keep track of it anymore. You're down bad."

Lando: “Shut up, you bastard. But I will admit, I think she's cute.”

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ynfan7: IT'S HAPPENING GUYS

landofan5: god knows how much i've waited

ynfan8: ok but where has lando talked about yn multiple times??

landofan9: he once brought her up during a video with oscar (his teammate) for mclaren, saying her songs are huge part of his pre race routine

landofan10: or when he sang her song "God is a Woman" on live

landofan11: or when he literally posted one of her songs on his stories

landofan12: or when he said she's his favorite singer

ynfan8: i agree with max tbh

TWO WEEKS LATER

y/n via instagram stories.

ynupdates

ynupdates: NOBODY MOVES!

Y/n L/n was seen on the McLaren garage ahead of the Dutch Grand Prix weekend - today, it's qualifying! Go papaya!

(let's try not to clown but just so everybody is properly informed, Lando is a McLaren driver.....)

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ynhater3: ofc she's gon cling to a man for relevancy... typical yn

ynfan7: pls go suck a dick

landofan7: OK OK OK IM SO OK WITH THIS

ynfan9: OMG OKG OM WJAT

ynfan11: that's literally momma and papa

landofan10: she's literally there for him wtf 😭

ynfan15: im not fraekingnout AT ALL

mclaren:

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mclaren: Having set the fastest time in Q3, Lando grabs pole position! Tomorrow, we go racing!

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landofan17: OMG SHE LIKED IT YALL

landofan18: can we focus on the racing for a bit?

landofan5: my prayers didn't go unnoticed... good to know!

landofan19: soft launch i fear?

[eicsferrari]

so my darling - cl16 smau

requested: yes♡

face claim: nailea devora & other pinterest pictures

a/n: i LOVED this concept and i think this is my favorite au i've done so far. tysm for the request<3 also idk and i will never learn the difference between in/on/at, i just vibe it bc i don't care

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charlesleclerc beach forever⛱️

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yn shell yeah! seas the day

charlesleclerc my god your puns are terrible

yn shut up😔 u secretly like them

charlesleclerc if that's what you need to believe...

arthur_leclerc without me? i sea how it is

charlesleclerc DON'T ENCOURAGE HER

yn YES ARTHUR WELCOME TO THE PUN CLUB we get together every thursday🤝🏼

pascale.leclerc.355 ❤️ hope you had fun! ♡liked by author & yn

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📍london

yn dump of a great weeekend

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bestfriend prettiest girl😍

yn youuu

user1 new music when???

user2 i miss seeing charles in the comment section

user3 it's been 3 years move on🙄

arthur_leclerc bet the england rain makes you miss home ♡liked by author

yn i always miss home❤️

user4 i don't understand what happened between charles and her but it cannot be that bad if arthur and her are still friends

user5 i agree but idk how close they still are. they comment on each other posts but we never saw them together again

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yn can't believe this kid is going to be a f1 driver. charles, my best friend, the most important person in my life: i'm so incredibly proud of you. you deserve this more than anyone. whatever happens, whatever you do, i hope you know you'll always have me❤️

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charlesleclerc i love you

yn i love you more

pascale.leclerc.355 i always adored that picture of you two!

yn me too <3

arthur_leclerc you made him cry

yn he's not special i've Been crying

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yn he won me a plushie :)

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charlesleclerc two plushies*

yn liar you said you wanted to keep the big one

charlesleclerc well in my defense it's ferrari red, call it a manifestation tactic

arthur_leclerc only yn could convince you to do karaoke

charlesleclerc it's not fair! she said "bet you won't do it" so my competitive ass had to

yn nooo don't spill my secret way to make you do everything i want

arthur_leclerc acting like he doesn't do anything you want regardless🙄

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yn posted a story

💽scott street - phoebe bridgers

↪bestfriend replied to your story: good luck🤞🏼

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yn bday boyyyyy!! cheers to pour decisions

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arthur_leclerc last night was so much fun!! thank you for coming

yn always❤️ how's your head?

arthur_leclerc it hurts. i think the tequila was too much

yn you should've drawn the lime!

arthur_leclerc i-

user6 charles and yn were at the same place, this is not a drill. i repeat, charles and yn at the same place!

bestfriend hot pics but text me!

yn better yet come over

user7 let us in, share the convo with the chat🙏🏼

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yn posted a story

💽best friend - conan grey

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charlesleclerc life has been good lately

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user8 is that yn or am i going insane???

user9 you might be onto something

yn was the boat on sail?

charlesleclerc don't

yn you missed my puns admit it

charlesleclerc i missed all of you

user10 i waited years for this😭

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yn don't mind me, just (tea)sing

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user11 THAT'S LEO

user12 charles in the likes war is overrrrr

scuderiaferrari that jacket🔥 ♡liked by the author

yn thank you admin, i've been saving it for a special ocassion

user13 this better mean we are getting yn back on that paddock 🙏🏼

charlesleclerc red looks good on you❤️

user14 he is flirting, right? or am i delusional?

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💽cowboy - selena gomez & benny blanco

yn cowboy boots give a kick to any outfit🤠🏆

texas u were fun. ferrari 1-2❤️

tagged charlesleclerc

carlossainz55 perfect weekend, forza ferrarri!

yn congrats on p2!! just two chili guys on the podium

carlossainz55 houston, we have a pun!

charlesleclerc it's contagious, it's a disease at this point

iamrebeccad beautiful girl😍

yn i love youuu let's get coffee soon

charlesleclerc it was special having you there<3

yn can't believe i was there to see you win!! i sobbed the entire time

yn problem is now you set the bar too high. i expect you to win every time i go to see you

charlesleclerc i'll do my best😉 anything to impress you

user15 yes he is flirting

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arthur_leclerc posted a story

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yn "so my darling" out now

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charlesleclerc remember i'll always love you

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bestfriend ok leclerc guess i will share the best friend title🙄🙄

charlesleclerc i was here first ?

bestfriend i already said i agreed to share it don't push your luck and take what you can

arthur_leclerc fucking finally! it only took you like twenty years

yn always and forever❤️

charlesleclerc ❤️

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taglist: @justaf1girl @anamiad00msday @readtoooomuch @2bormaybenot

[jo-com]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ ➛ Clingy

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: Charles and Alex gets so clingy it’s adorable

Genre: Short Fluff, Throuple!

Tw: not anything in particular js some grammatical error and mind u this is not profread

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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Yn.cult 📍NYC!! Finally back at home💋

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Bellahadid No invites??

Yn.cult NEXT TIME I PROMISE

Bellahadid You better🤨

Alexandrasaintmleux Pretty as always ma fille

Yn.cult Stopp, you’re making me blush🤭

Charles_Lecler I think you’re pretty too!

Alexandrasaintmleux i said it first tho😐

User1 THE WAY THEY’RE FIGHTING OVER HER😭😭

User2 Nah cause i’d do the same ngl

Ex.bf Staying there too! Maybe we should hang out!

Alexandrasaintmleux yeah no.

Charles_Leclerc Agreed.

User3 he shoot his shot but got rejected twice😭😭

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Yn.cult Omy to time square btw thanks for having me!💋

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User4 How can one person look cute and hot at the same time

User5 it’s called the y/n effect✨

User6 Faxx☝🏻

User7 Nah who took the first pic?🤨

Vougemagazine lovely having you!

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Alexandrasaintmleux Missing you so bad mon amour😢

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Alex pouted, her brows knitted in a frown as she stared blankly at your post; constantly refreshing it to see whether or not you replied to her comment yet.

But every time she does, she gets disappointed—not seeing your reply just makes her grow fonder of your presence.

With a deep sighed, Alex turned off her phone and buried her face in y/n’s favorite pillow. The one she uses every time they sleep, the one that has her lingering smell on it, and the one Charles and Alex coddles up whenever they miss you. Which is constantly so they fight about whoever gets it.

Alex stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind was clouded with the thoughts of you. She just misses you so much it’s killing her. Literally.

The only reason you were out was because of your job; you love modeling that’s why they couldn’t have the guts to stop you from going. But now they just wished that they stopped you.

“Ughhhhh” she sighed, dragging the h along the tone of her boredness. Her voice echoing around the empty room which caught the attention of their boyfriend.

“What’s the matter, bébé?” Charles asked, peeking his head into the doorframe.

Alex lazily dragged her head up to face charles. “Everything’s cool, i just miss her is all” she mumbled, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

Charles smiled emphatically, he knows what it’s like to miss you— he’s going through that too but he’s not taking it as hard like Alex though. He’s trying to act strong for the both of them, i mean someone has to, right?

Alex felt the couch dipped down as Charles sat besides her frame. “Should we call y/n and see what’s she’s up to?” He asked, rubbing soft circles around her back.

“No” she replied all muffled due to her head still facing down and resting on your pillow.

She wanted them to call you; to hear your sweet voice. Alex wanted nothing more than that, but then again she doesn’t want to disturb you and ruin your fun.

“Let’s just watch a movie and try to get our minds of her, yeah?” Sighing defeatedly, alex nodded her head and muttered a low ‘sure’ making Charles smile happily.

So that’s what they did, they watched a movie, and ate all the food they could find in the house until they fell asleep.

They woke up the very next day— saw your recent post and started to miss you like crazy again.

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Yn.cult Miss my two pouty babies!💋

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Got bored and wanted to make this, hope you guys enjoy itt!!

[sainzsiren]

HE JUST COMES RUNNIN' OVER TO ME, LN4

fcs: lissie, luisa

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yourusername so much love for japan 🇯🇵🍡

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scuderiaferrari our favorite to have in the paddock

yourusername admin 🥹🥹

user she is THE f1 girl

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carlossainz55 siempre es bueno verte y/n (it's always good to see you)

yourusername love ️

f1academy come see us next time!

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alexandrasaintmluex in love with you

yourusername wife 💍

charles_leclerc hello???

yourusername shush charles

mclaren thanks for the interviews this weekend!

yourusername of course! i'll makes sure to wear some papaya next weekend 😉

user OMG WHO DID SHE INTERVIEW

user lando!! i think it's on youtube and probably the espn broadcast if you want to watch

the japan interview

instagram

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landonorris p5, thanks for a great weekend everyone 🇯🇵

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oscarpiastri good race, mate

user the papaya boy bond 🥹

yourusername what a pretty face!!

landonorris STOP IM SORRY IT JUST SLIPPED OUT

yourusername sureeeee it did

landonorris i swear on my teammate

oscarpiastri well im dead then

carlossainz55 see you in 🇨🇳

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mclaren 🧡🧡🧡

danielricciardo just saw the interview mate, holy are you down bad

landonorris guys stop it's not like that

charles_leclerc sure!

georgerussel63 that's totally believable!

pierregasly 100%!

landonorris at least it's only you guys

francesca.cgomez it's not

alexandrasaintmluex it's not

lilyzneimer it's not

iamrebeccad it's not

landonorris are you guys done

carlossainz55 no

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landonorris PLEASE LET THE JOKE DIE

yourusername never 😊

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📍miami, usa

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yourbestfriend OH MY GOD

yourusername what? i definitely didn't go on a date with the guy of my dreams last night

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alexandrasaintmluex Y/N THIS IS EVERYTHING

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landonorris WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆

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oscarpiastri congrats, mate 🧡

landonorris couldnt have done it without you, osc

yourusername WOOOOO 🏆

user ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user so they're in love

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mclaren PROUDLY PAPAYA

landonorris 🧡

carlossainz55 congrats, cabrón

georgerussel63 🏆🏝️🏎️

alex_albon YESSSS

the miami interview

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yourusername where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me 🧡

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landonorris omg my girlfriend just posted!

landonorris u cuteeeee

yourusername congratulations, baby 🫶

mclaren this is adorable

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francesca.cgomez YES BABES

pierregasly i was told to also comment so YES BABES

landonorris pierre 😭

yourusername francesca.cgomez don't worry he'll never replace you

alexandrasaintmluex WHAT ABOUT ME?

yourusername not you either bbg 😘

charles_leclerc i am still so concerned by this

pierregasly you get used to it

user this is the cutest thing i've ever seen

carlossainz55 nowins has a gf??

yourusername he's actually ONEwin now

user ynlando girlies we WON

landonorris what a pretty face

yourusername look whos joking now

landonorris your bf 😊

yourusername idiot