#Skin care with papaya

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Nourish Yourself

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When it comes to skincare, what you put on your skin matters as much as what you put into your body. Organic bar soaps have been making waves in the skincare industry, especially among those who prioritize natural and sustainable products. But not all organic bar soaps are created equal. Some are packed with ingredients that do wonders for your skin, while others may fall short. So, how do you choose the best organic bar soap? By knowing which ingredients to look for. In this blog, we’ll break down the top 5 ingredients that should be on your radar when shopping for organic bar soaps.

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Needle Little Love - Charles Leclerc x Ferrari! Reader

Summary: When you’re announced as Ferrari’s newest driver, fans love the budding friendship between you and Charles, especially when he adopts your penchant for crochet puns. Netflix expose that there’s more to the story. 

Warnings: Slightly suggestive content. Swearing. Fluff

2023-2024 timeline. Pinterest pics.

Requested: Yes by @rebelwrites. Find the full request here

A/N: There's a blurb halfway down

F1 Masterlist

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its_ynln just posted

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its_ynln chronicles of yarnia 🧶

1,609 comments 

francisca.cgomes okay but i’m gonna need that top in all colours please

→ its_ynln let me get your measurements at zandvoort 

user1 what is charles doing here

→ its_ynln i’m plagued by his brother and we both like to go zoom?

→ arthur_leclerc just for that, i’m not coming to your celebration party in zandvoort. i’ll go party with charles

→ its_ynln don’t want you there anyway 

→ oscarpiastri @/charles_leclerc the girls are fighting again 

→ user2 i love how they’re just assuming she’ll win 

lilymhe i love my pillow! thank you thank you thank you 🌼

→ alex_albon she literally carries it everywhere and i’m not allowed to touch it 

user3 we love how racing is just her side hobby 

jackdoohan day 116 of asking you to make me my own dinosaur 

→ its_ynln i can make a voodoo doll of you if you don’t stop pestering me

→ jackdoohan i’ll be glad when you’re gone

→ user4 gone where! 

→ user5 well she is currently leading the f2 championship, and they won't let her back 

user6 drop the patterns please, babe

user7 i love how half the people here are because of her crochet, not because she drives

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f1 welcome to the team @/its_ynln we look forward to seeing you on the grid in the new year 

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its_ynln what can i say, it’s knot just another hobby

→ user8 babe, stick to crochet. stand up comedy is not for you 

ferraridriveracademy take good care of our girl 

→ scuderiaferrari thanks for letting us have her

charles_leclerc welcome to the team 😄

→ user9 why is this the blandest welcome ever 

→ user10 someone feels threatened

→ arthur_leclerc *trying to contain his excitement

francisca.cgomes this is the best news ever. will you teach me to crochet?

→ pierregasly because stealing my girlfriend over summer break wasn’t bad enough?

→ its_ynln are you still salty that she let me touch her boobs

→ user11 i know it was to measure her chest for clothes but still.. 

scuderiaferrari are we going to have to pr train you? @/its_ynln

→ liamlawson30 yes

→ alex_albon yes 

→ jackdoohan yes

→ its_ynln why am i being attacked by twice the amount of people now? 

arthur_leclerc thank god she’s not my problem anymore 

→ its_ynln i’ll always be your problem, little leclerc 

→ oscarpiastri oh fuck, she’s my problem now

charles_leclerc just posted

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charles_leclerc winter break spent somewhere sunny  

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scuderiaferrari come back, we miss you 

user1 um, whose hand is he reaching for in that first pic 

→ user2 idk but we should be saying thank you for dressing him in that shirt 

its_ynln is your skin ferrari red yet 

→ charles_leclerc no, i keep getting slathered in sun cream :(

→ arthur_leclerc factor 50? 

→ user3 i love that she’s bullying him before she’s even been his teammate on track

user4 this shirt looks similar to one yn posted a few weeks ago??

→ user5 and the hat!!

→ user6 omg how cute would it be if charles was asking her to crochet him some clothes 

→ user7 we love a supportive teammate

landonorris rocking the bucket hat, mate. think i can get one in papaya? 

→ charles_leclerc i’ll hook you up

oscarpiastri i miss you, dad

→ its_ynln i’m not babysitting next year. just putting that out there ahead of time 

→ charles_leclerc not even if i ask nicely?

→ its_ynln maybe if you let me win

→ charles_leclerc 🤔🤨

user8 why are we skipping past the sneaky soft launch?

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2024

“You know, we both have driver’s rooms for this sort of thing,” you breathed, giggling when Charles’ facial hair tickled your neck. 

His mouth sucked gently on the pulse point thrumming beneath his tongue, tracing kisses from your ear down to your collarbone. The stack of worn tyres cushioned your back as he pressed your harder against them when you reached around to pinch his backside. 

“Oi, I’m talking to you.” 

“I’m sorry, mon ange, but you looked so good when you were giving that interview. And you kept laughing-”

“Oh, so it’s not that I’m so irresistible that you couldn't wait until we were safely in the garage. It’s that you were jealous.” You raised an eyebrow at him, unable to fight the smile at his rougish grin. 

“You are irresistible,” he murmured, hands snaking around your waist to pull you flush against him. “Why else would I be making out with you in an alley behind the motorhome?”

“Because you’re a horndog.” 

You and Charles had been dating for the past year, having met after he caught you winding up his younger brother one race weekend. Ferrari had been eyeing you up all year, asking the Monagesque what he thought of you, prompting him to pay closer attention. Prior to you signing your contract, you’d had to disclose your relationship to Fred Vasseur. Whilst the senior members of the team were aware of your more-than-teammates status, the majority of the paddock were in the dark. Both of you wished to keep the relationship under wraps until your rookie year in F1 had passed, reducing speculation that Charles was the only reason you got your seat. Sneaking around the motorhome was a lot safer than making out behind tyre stacks, but Charles didn’t care at this moment in time. 

“You going to be nice and let me win today?” He teased, nibbling at your lower lip. 

“I think you mean, am I going to let you massage my feet after I win? I won here last year.”

“Yes, yes, bow down to you.”

“Well, I do like you on your knees.” 

Grinning, Charles captured your lips with his once more. Tongue swiping against your bottom lip, he groaned against you when your tongue met his. Hands snaking into his hair, you tugged gently on the soft strands, enjoying the whimper you pulled from his lips. He tilted his hips, pressing himself against you. 

“The things you do to me.”

A loud cough - more of a throat clearing - tore the two of you apart. Wide eyed and panting, you both turned in horror to look at the misfortune person who stumbled across you. Fred Vasseur stood at the end of the alleyway, shaking his head at his two drivers. It was bad enough watching them make heart eyes at each other during data reviews but this. Behind him stood a cameraman and a mic guy, mouths agape at their luck. Drive to Survive would be flooded with viewers once they teased this. Breaking News: Ferrari drivers caught locking lips in secret tryst. 

“I’ve got Netflix following me around today.” Fred said bluntly, staring you both down. 

“Oh crap.”

“Yeah.” 

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next day

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charles_leclerc you could say we’re a close knit bunch

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its_ynln i fell for you hook, yarn and stitcher 

user8 not charles adopting her crochet puns 

jackdoohan so he gets a toothless keychain and i still don’t get my dinosaur? 

→ liamlawson30 that’s because he’s sleeping with her

→ jackdoohan if that’s the price...

scuderiaferrari finally. we were getting sick and tired of archiving all the pics we took of you both being cute. now we can post! 

→ arthur_leclerc please don’t. it’s bad enough seeing it in person for the past two years. i don’t want it on my timeline

→ user9 two years! they’ve been together two years! 

alex_albon can’t believe you posted a photo of her in a nice dress and didn't even give her photo creds

→ its_ynln he’s intimidated by my raw talent 

→ oscarpiastri i watched you flip over the handles of your bike the other day 

→ its_ynln raw talent

→ charlesleclerc @/its_ynln when was this? why didn’t you tell me? are you okay? 

georgrussell63 did she beat you?

→ charles_leclerc i let her win

→ landonorris yeah, you’ve been saying that all season, mate

→ its_ynln you got a nice consolation price out of it tho

→ arthur_leclerc ew!

user10 i love that charles has posted this and yn hasn’t mentioned anything about him lol 

→ user11 her entire insta is the two sides of her personality; car and yarn. can't have a man ruining the aesthetic

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A huge thank you to @rebelwrites for the request. I hope this lives up to expectations

Requests for F1 smau's are open. You can see who I write for on my Masterlist :)

[fastandcarlos]

Wearing His Shirt To The Paddock » F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen

His head would shake in disbelief as you took off your jacket to show you the shirt that you’d picked out. Straight away, Max would exclaim about how he had been trying to find that shirt for ages, but with no luck. As you gave him a twirl, he bitterly found himself having to admit that you definitely pulled it off better than he did. He’d try and pout for a moment, making you think that he was upset that you’d stolen his clothes, but the shimmer in his eyes told you that secretly he was proud to see you pulling his shirt off so beautifully.

» Lando Norris

A yell of excitement came from Lando as he noticed the papaya of your shirt. Several others around the paddock looked around to see where the yell came from, but Lando only had eyes for you. His arms wrapped around you as soon as you were close enough, swaying you from side to side. Above all else, he was proud to see you wearing his shirt with all eyes on you. Lando couldn’t wait to show you off for the rest of the day, anyone who asked he told them how you were the best girlfriend, especially because you proudly wore the team colours, just like he did.

» Carlos Sainz

He was incredibly smug when he saw you walking through the paddock with your red shirt on. His teeth bit down on his bottom lip, trying to disguise his smile, as he looked over at the balcony. His eyes didn’t leave you as he noticed some of the cameras starting to snap pictures of you, proudly watching as he knew exactly what the headlines would be tomorrow morning. When you arrived, Carlos didn’t need to say a word, you knew straight away by the look on his face that you had him exactly where you wanted him from your choice of outfit.

» George Russell

You had never seen George so shy when he noticed you walking through the paddock with a Mercedes shirt on. His hands covered his face in disbelief, unable to believe what he saw. You strode over to him and tangled your arms around his broad shoulders straight away, peppering a trail of kisses along his jaw to move his hands away. The two of you didn’t need to exchange any words, the looks in your eyes said everything that you needed to tell each other. George was weak at the knees at the sight of you in Mercedes, and you couldn’t wait to make fun of him for it later too.

» Charles LeClerc

When he suggested you wear his shirt to the paddock, Charles didn’t believe you would actually do it. So when you appeared, he was sure that his eyes deceived him. As much as he hated to admit it, you suited the Ferrari shirt that he had given you perfectly. You’d made sure to style it to capture Charles’ attention, you wanted all eyes on you to make sure that everyone in the paddock knew who you were with. If anything, the attention you got made Charles very jealous as he watched on, no one was interested in him anymore, they just wanted to photograph the lady in red.

» Pierre Gasly

Your eyes glanced down as you felt the material of your shirt raise slightly again, the cool breeze tickling gently across your bare skin. With Pierre’s arm wrapped around your frame, he couldn’t help but play with the hem of your shirt as his eyes stared down at you admiring the view beside him. It was one of his most comfortable shirts, but now he was enjoying its comfort in a different capacity, unable to let the shirt go, but most of all he was unable to let your waist go as he felt how perfectly his shirt moulded around your body.

» Lewis Hamilton

You barely had time to close the door behind you before Lewis was holding onto you, taken aback by how amazing you looked in his shirt. When you hinted at wearing it, Lewis told you how nice it would be to see, but he didn’t think it would look this nice. For once, he didn’t care about who saw the two of you in the paddock, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have someone like you, and especially someone who wore his shirt so nicely too. His eyes looked nowhere else but at your shirt, knowing he’d have to pass a few more of his shirts across to you too.

» Alex Albon

The corners of Alex’s mouth immediately turned up into a smile as you revealed your shirt of choice for qualifying. You were proud to wear his shirt, to represent his team and cheer for Alex too. As soon as he saw you he pulled out his phone and took a picture of you, desperate to capture the moment of seeing you in his shirt for the first time. Alex was so lost in the moment that he almost didn’t realise that you were finally in front of him until he felt you press a gentle kiss against his lips.

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HEMP FACE WASH | PAPAYA FACE WASH

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ʚlando norris x female leclerc!sister reader

ʚlooks like your brothers are going to be seeing a lot more of lando…but that doesn’t mean the 6 foot rule is up..

ʚnot requested but i just wanted to do a little something! you can read part one here! <3

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surprise i chopped my hair off!!!! (pls don’t break up w me lando)

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username me waiting to see what lando says 👀

landonorris HELLO

>yn.leclerc hi baby🥰

landonorris WOW BABY WOW

landonorris you’re so beautiful 😭

>arthur_leclerc alright relax romeo, she’s been wooed enough

>leclercpascale arthur soyez gentille avec lando!

leclercpascale c’est si gentille ma belle!😘

>yn.leclerc merci maman!!❤️❤️

landonorris

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mini getaway with my girl, and yes i beat her playing chess

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username she’s so beautiful :(

username i love their relationship

username i saw somewhere that lorenzo actually pushed them to be together👀👀👀

>yn.leclerc he did, he loves lando 🥰

>lorenzotl love is a strong word…

>yn.leclerc admit it pls☹️

>lorenzotl okay okay fine…he makes you happy so he’s family

username AWWW ENZO LOVES LANDO😭😭

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yn.leclerc thank you for my little trip i loved it and i LOVE you(i beat you 4 times before you finally won)❤️❤️

>landonorris i love you more (don’t air that out..)😘

username i could sob my eyes out right now

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>landonorris j'en ai pris pour vous maman leclerc! 😁

username LANDO BUYING MAMAN LECLERC FLOWERS😭

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bored waiting for lando to come home, oh yeah i forgot to mention we finally settled into our new house🥰

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username SKIN CARE ROUTINE PLS

>yn.leclerc it’s on my youtube!! same with makeup🥰

username oh to be her!!!!

username aww her and lando live together now😭

charles_leclerc he needs to be 12 feet away from you at all times

>yn.leclerc char it was 6…..why double it?

>charles_leclerc because you live with him now🙄

landonorris i’m coming home in 5 with your favourite for dinner!❤️

>yn.leclerc and this is why i love and adore you baby😘

username 🥹🥹🥹

arthur_leclerc still not onboard with you moving out. come back now.

>yn.leclerc awww thur it’s okay to miss me…i miss you so much :(

>arthur_leclerc 😪❤️

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mon soleil is this your man?

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username CHARLES 😭😭

username there is no way he posted this

username only brothers would post this shit

mclaren that’s one of our papaya boys!😁🧡

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yn.leclerc CHARLIE!!! CE N’EST PAS GENTIL!!! 😡

>yn.leclerc but yes, yes he’s mine 🥰🥰

username y/n to charles: 😡😤🤬😾 y/n to lando:🥰🩷🌸🫧

landonorris mate….

landonorris this is just how did you even get these

>charles_leclerc never telling🌝🌝

>username the moon emoji😭😭

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mon ange is this your man?

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username NOT ARTHUR TOO😭😭

username oh my fucking god

lorenzotl 🙄🙄🙄

>arthur_leclerc traitor.

yn.leclerc MAMAN!!! @:leclercpascale

>leclercpascale 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

username even pascale is done😭😭

landonorris i’m not even going to attempt to form a sentence or thought

>yn.leclerc i’m sorry my love 🥺

>landonorris it’s okay baby, i have my own revenge planned someday 😏

username the leclerc and norris war is about to begin!!!

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yn.leclerc

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my man my man my man (stay hating charles & arthur😚)

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username he looks so happy

username i love them together

username MY ROMAN EMPIRE

landonorris awww🥹

landonorris i love you forever and ever

>yn.leclerc and ever and ever!!

leclercpascale mes bébés ❤️❤️❤️

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username okay but they’re so cute together

charles_leclerc 🙄🙄

>arthur_leclerc 🙄🙄

>maxfewtrell💀💀

username i feel like max finds this hilarious tbh

>maxfewtrell i do💀

landonorris

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username y/n looks SO over it😭

>yn.leclerc i promise i wasn’t, max and lando are just SO annoying when they drink together 😭

username HAHAHAHA y/n outing max and lando

maxfewtrell i’m not that bad…

>yn.leclerc BRO BE SO FOR REAL

charles_leclerc blink twice if you need help soleil

>yn.leclerc 😳😳

username please charles sends me everytime

username poor y/n

yn.leclerc you owe me.

>landonorris thank you baby, i know just the thing😉

username i can’t tell if that a suggestive wink or a normal one…

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life lately, lots of love, family and oh yeah…lando definitely made it up to me🥰💍

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alexandrasaintmleux congratulations beautiful❤️

>yn.leclerc thank u lex!!! love you😚

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>yn.leclerc thank you sissy!!🩷🩷

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>yn.leclerc thank you charlie🥰

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arthur_leclerc i guess welcome to the family….still 12 feet apart 😒🖤

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>yn.leclerc and ever and ever😘

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Gridlocked {2}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: The honeymoon phase of the relationship. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, threesome, bj, oral, implied mxm WC: 2.7k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three

You felt the touch of Charles’ shaped beard along your jaw before his lips brushed your ear. “Breathe, chérie. We’ll take care of you.” His thumb drew another circle and your chest expanded with the softest gasp as you felt the pad of his digit run along the seam of your underwear.  Lando mirrored his friend, his breath hot on your neck where his lips set a trail of scorching fire to your ear. “Will you let us take care of you?”

“My brother cannot find out.” Your hands drifted down your body until your fingers laced over theirs, drawing them closer to where you were aching for their touch. 

“Agreed,” Charles chuckled between the teasing kisses he pressed to your neck. 

“Ya-ha, but more importantly, this won’t do,” Lando tutted as he traced the hem of your shirt. “I only want to see you in papaya from now on.”

“Or red.”

“Or nothing,” you offered and they looked at each other to smirk.

Charles grabbed the hem too and together they dragged it up and over your head.  “Even better.”

The movie was abandoned as Lando kicked the blanket to the floor and sank down to his knees on the plush rug, turning the horror off before tossing the remote away. His blue eyes put the sea to shame as they roamed your body and warmth spread wherever they landed on your skin. “You are so beautiful.” His hands ran up your calves, spreading your legs when they reached your knees and you sighed at the feel of his palms on your thighs. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this.”

You lifted your hips when his fingers reached your panties and you were grateful you chose the lace pair as he dragged them down your legs. It was hard to concentrate on anything when Charles was kissing his way tantalisingly slowly across your collarbone then over the swell of your breast. “There’s nothing stopping you now.”

Light dancing around your vision when they struck as one, Lando’s tongue lashing through your folds while Charles’ lips sealed around your nipple. A cry of delight filled the room as the twin sensations flooded your body with heat and your head fell back against the couch as your fingers combed into Lando’s hair and tugged him closer.

The night was no longer silent as your moans grew louder and Charles stole the sound with a kiss that took your breath away. The kiss was needy, deep and messy as his tongue fought with yours for dominance. You rose to the challenge as you felt his hair between your fingers too, the stands shorter and thicker than Lando’s soft curls. 

All you could feel was their presence. They were everywhere; on your skin, in your mouth, beneath your hands, between your legs. The encompassing warmth began to boil in your blood and your core clenched as Lando’s fingers felt how wet you were for them, curling up and fucking you as his tongue pressed to your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned as you broke the kiss to take a shuddering breath. “I’m going to cum.”

Charles grabbed Lando’s hair and tugged him back with a shake of his head. “Not yet.”

Lando’s lips shimmered in with your arousal and he licked them clean as he held his fingers out the Charles for a taste. Your stomach flipped and your chest rose with the sharp intake of air you sucked in as you watched Charles' tongue swirl around Lando’s fingers before sucking them into his mouth with a hum of satisfaction.

The sight was enough to nearly tip you over the edge and you moaned as your walls started to flutter without any stimulation. “More, please,” you begged as they tore their eyes away from each other to see your hands roaming over your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers.

“You like that, cherie?” Charles chuckled as he ran a thumb over Lando’s swollen lips and looked down at the bulging material between his hips. “He does too.” Charles reached down and palmed his own erection. “Bedroom?”

You all moved faster than lights out on race day, Lando tugging his shirt over his head along the way with Charles’ clothes finding the floor too. Lando made it to the bed first before catching your waist and flipping you onto your back before his lips were on yours, Charles' warm body sandwiching you between them. You could taste yourself on Lando’s tongue and you thought there could be no hotter kiss until he broke away to kiss Charles over the top of you. 

Your toes curled at the sight and you reached between your bodies, curling your fingers around their cocks to feel the soft skin over their hard lengths as their hips rocked into your hands. The men broke away breathless as they rested their foreheads together and watched you stroking them slowly, just like they had teased you. 

Without even having to think about it, you and Lando both looked to Charles for guidance and he nodded his head at Lando. “Up there.”

Lando took a seat at the head of the bed amongst your pillows, lazily leaning back against the wall with a grin as he watched Charles take control. 

“You want to taste him, chérie?” Charles asked knowingly and you nodded eagerly as you sat up. “Good. I want another taste of you.”

Charles laid down and grabbed your hips, guiding you over him so you could ride his face. The heat of his breath on your cunt was almost enough to come undone but the distraction of Lando’s cock waiting for your lips chased away the immediate release.

Lando’s head thumped against the wall as he felt your warm mouth around his cock and hand came to rest lightly on the back of your head. Rolling your eyes up to meet his, you gave him as much of a nod as you could with a mouthful and he groaned as his fist closed around your hair.

Relaxing your throat, you let Lando use you for his pleasure while the ministrations of Charles tongue stole your ability to think clearly. A fine tremor rippled through your body before your core tightened and your nails dug half moons into Lando’s thighs as your legs began to quake. You reluctantly pulled away from Lando and took a shaky breath as you buried your face in his hip as you cried out. 

“Beautiful,” Lando sighed happily as he stroked your cheek before grinning at Charles as he appeared behind you with a damp chin.

“Condoms,” you remembered through the haze of your ecstasy as you felt Charles knelt behind you at your entrance. “I’m not on anything.”

He pulled back and swallowed down the need to bury himself in you. “Pourquoi?”

You huffed at the fact your high was coming down and looked over your shoulder. “Because this sport messes with my body enough, I don’t need hormones added on top of that.” 

“What do you mean?” Lando asked and you groaned as you dropped your head onto his stomach.

“Can’t we talk about this later? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

Charles took a seat beside Lando at the head of the bed and pulled you across their laps, teasing you as you felt their hard lengths but just not where you needed them. “That can wait, we want to know what you meant. This can only work if we are all open and honest.”

“What exactly is this?” you asked curiously as you watched their chests rising and falling, unable to look them in the eyes as you wait for an answer.

“Whatever you need it to be,” Lando answered. “We will follow your lead.”

You peeked up and narrowed your eyes at them in suspicion. “Why do I get the feeling you two have already talked about this?”

“Because we have,” Charles admitted, “now stop trying to distract us and explain.”

Rolling your eyes, you shifted on their laps and enjoyed the way their breath hitched as your body rubbed against their erections. “There’s nothing to explain really, it's a high-stress sport with intensive training and diets so I don’t have a regular cycle - until winter break really when I can relax.”

“Shit, never thought about that,” Lando admitted with a frown.

“You’re a guy, of course you didn’t,” you teased as you rolled your eyes. “The most you have to worry about is a rogue hard-on when you’re getting harnessed in.”

A smirk crossed Lando’s lips and he shook his head. “That only happens when I think of you shaking your ass in front of me.”

“That’s on you, I was just warming my tires.”

“He has an active imagination,” Charles chuckled, his thumbs back to drawing idle circles on your thighs while Lando opened the bedside drawer and found the box of condoms.

Your legs parted at his touch and another pair of hands joined his. “Care to tell me?”

“No,” Lando said, his voice dropping a little deeper as he pulled two out and passed one to Charles, “but I’m happy to show you.”

Round Eighteen - Japan 2022

After reassuring Charles he was most certainly firmly at the top of your list of favourite Leclerc’s they had sent you the room number at the hotel where they had already checked into and you tossed your phone back in your bag. 

“Come on!” Pierre groaned as he saw your drink was still almost full while Yuki was getting refills. “We haven’t properly hung out in weeks.”

“First you have a problem with me drinking and now you complain it’s not enough?” 

“I’m not complaining,” he huffed, “but you’re not even singing with us.”

Yuki busted back into the private booth with a grin on his face and three bottles of alcohol in his arms, the labels all in Japanese. “Saki, motherfuckers!”

“Where’s your room key?” Pierre asked as he held you upright in the narrow hallway of the hotel.

“Just knock,” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder after the walls started to spin around you. 

“Who the hell is going to answer?” Pierre wondered aloud as he reached out and pounded his fist on the door. You hadn’t mentioned bringing anyone with you to the Grand Prix and you were never one to roomshare. 

You could barely lift your head that was heavy from all the drinks he had poured but you had just enough energy to tip your head back and grin. “My boyfriends.”

“Your boyfri-”

The door swung open to reveal a very sleepy and very shirtless Charles standing in the doorway of the presidential suite. Behind him, Lando was rubbing his eyes as he came to see what had interrupted their night before surprise woke him in an instant. A dopey smile was already growing on your face at the welcoming sight and you couldn’t wait to climb into bed between their warm bodies.

“I think this belongs to you,” Pierre managed to choke out as he held you out by the shoulders and looked between his friends. “How did I not know about this?”

“No one knows, and we would appreciate keeping it that way for now,” Lando said, his eyes pleading with Pierre until he nodded.

“Yeah, sure, Max would definitely shoot the messenger anyway,” he joked but only you laughed while your boyfriends’ lips turned down sadly at the truth. Max would kill them if he found out, but you couldn’t imagine returning to how things used to be as just friends. 

The last month had been indescribable. You had been happier than ever with Charles and Lando, and there was a perfect balance with them, it was a harmony. And you hated to see them sad.

“Karaoke was fun, I sang It’s Raining Men,” you giggled with a step towards them only to find the floor wasn’t where you thought it was beneath your feet. 

“That makes more sense now,” Pierre muttered with a chuckle.

“What the hell, Pierre?” Charles caught you around the waist and swept you up into his arms. “It was meant to be a quiet night.”

“It was,” he argued, before scratching his beard sheepishly. “Until Yuki challenged us to go shot for shot with some saki.”

Your head rolled into the crook of Charles' neck where a hint of his cologne still lingered  and you felt Lando’s hands as he wrapped his arms around Charles, his face a few inches from yours. “Did you win, baby?”

“Of course,” you slurred a little as you grinned up at him. “They suck, saki, suckie…”

“Oh, she is hammered,” he chuckled to Charles before his lips warmed your forehead. “Let’s get you to bed, Spitfire. Thanks for bringing her back, mate.”

“No worries, take care of her,” he warned as Charles transferred you into Lando’s arms.

“Always,” Lando promised sincerely, the other voices fading with each step towards the bedroom. 

“So how does that whole thing work?” Pierre asked with a nod in the direction of the bedroom you had been carried into. The question was purely one born out of curiosity, without judgement. Pierre had known Charles for most of his life and often heard rumours, but he had never paid them any mind. “You and Lando?”

Charles tucked his hands in the pockets of the jeans that he had rushed to pull on when he heard the loud knock at the door, the top button still undone. Unable to look his friend in the eyes, he fixated on the patterned carpet and asked, “Would it make a difference?”

Pierre’s brows pinched together in confusion. “To what?”

“Our friendship.”

“Bro, don’t even go there,” Pierre said as he shook his head. “I don’t care if you bang dudes, I just want the fucking gossip.”

Charles laughed at the most Pierre response he could have imagined and the tension in his shoulders released with a heavy exhale. “Thanks, mate.”

“But I’m serious,” he said, stepping closer and lowering his voice. “Tell me everything, I need details.”

“Good night, Pierre,” Charles chuckled as he stepped back and started to close the door. “If she wants to tell you everything that’s up to her.” 

“Come on, she’s not going to remember anything when she wakes up,” he groaned but dutifully stepped out into the hall before the door could hit him. “You should be thanking me!”

The door cracked open again and a green eye peeked through. “For what?”

“Who do you think distracted her from dating while you guys broke up with your girlfriends?” Pierre grinned smugly. “I knew you were going to be single soon and that she liked you. I’m your wingman, and you should be thanking me.”

“You knew she liked me and didn’t tell me?”

Pierre waved away the offended tone and scoffed. “You had a girlfriend and I was sworn to secrecy.”

In the bedroom, you struggled to stand up long enough for Lando to peel the dress off your body and the moment the constricting material was gone you collapsed onto the messy bed. The spinning room was slowly starting to return to normal as you crawled towards the mountain of pillows and found a spot still warm where you watched Lando walk around to his side of the bed. 

“You look sexy when you’re all sleepy and your hair is a mess,” you purred as he laid down beside you. “I want to run my fingers through it.”

“Baby,” Lando groaned, settling under the blankets and pulling you into his arms. “It’s late and you’re drunk.”

You wriggled and squirmed until his arms loosened and you began to kiss your way down his body, over his abs and following the V below them. “Feel free to stop me if you really want,” you offered as you reached his boxers that were already beginning to tent over his half hard state and smirked up at him in the lamp light. “Didn’t think so.”

Lando’s head fell back into the pillows as he lifted his hips so you could free him of the cotton barrier and a sigh fell from his parted lips when he felt yours wrap around his cock.

“Where’s- oh,” Charles chuckled as he tore back the blankets and you rolled your eyes up to watch him as you teased your tongue around Lando’s tip. “Not ready to end the night yet, chérie?”

“No, I missed you,” you said with a pout.

It had been three days since you last spent the night with them since you had been needed at Red Bull HQ in Milton Keynes to run some simulation work on the scheduled upgrades. Those three days had felt so slow, even with the phone calls in the privacy of the apartment you had in the city. You might have been able to see Lando for one day while he was in Woking at McLaren’s factory but he had a film crew tailing him for some promotion.

“Missed you too, amour.” Charles laid down on his side of the bed and propped himself up on the pillows to watch you tease Lando until he whimpered. “Gentle with him, I was a little rough earlier.”

“I-I’m good,” Lando stammered as his hands gripped the sheets and his back arched off the bed. “Please don’t stop.”

Click here for part three.

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[lcriedlastnight]

Oscar in that post quali interview looked so mad (and hot) and it gave me an idea

Enemies to lovers, reader and Oscar start fighting for whatever reason, Oscar gets extremely mad but tries not to yell or say something he knows he would regret and reader is getting more annoyed by him not really reacting and is like "yell, scream, say something for fucks sake!” And Oscar just grabs her and kisses her and reader is surprised at first but then she immediately wraps her arms around him and kisses him back. And maybe at the end they admit they’re attracted to each other? Or however you want to end it

omg yes anon! this is an amazing idea.

tw: fem!reader, mean!reader she is a bitch!, lovely oscar, swearsm lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 793

it started as a harmless joke from you. you both should have known that it would escalate. of course it would, it was you and oscar, when did it not escalate?

all you said was that lando should not have given the place back. you knew it was mean but that was kind of the point. you wanted oscar to bite, you wanted him to yell and shout and really just get in your face about it. you should have known better than that though.

oscar was not the type of person to roar and bawl over- well anything really. he was very cool, calm and collected. especially compared to you. a lot of your friends would describe you as a hothead, someone who loses her temper at the slightest inconvenience. you were not going to lie, sometimes you did enjoy a heated discussion every now and again.

you were both in oscar's drivers room, straight after his very first race win and instead of you congratulating him like you wanted to deep down, you instead found a way to get underneath his skin, just like you always did.

oscar leans against the wall, way too calm and relaxed for someone who was in the midst of an argument. it frustrated you to no end.

"lando's race was just better than yours, he should've won instead." you say. oscar's brows raise at your words.

"really? you think?" he mutters, calm. it is like the calmer he is the more it sends your blood boiling. is he not hurt by your words?

"yeah. i think everyone would rather have seen lando win today. after all he has been fighting for that second win ever since miami." lie. you know for a fact that since oscar began to lead the race you hoped and prayed he would stay ahead of the other papaya car and come out victorious.

"shame that i won then." oscar states, nonchalantly. your brows furrow.

"yeah it is. poor lando having to give away that win." you poke.

oscar just stares at you now, not even dignifying you with a response. you do not know what you like better, silence or him being dry and not giving a fuck. this man would be the cause of your death, you were sure of it.

"everyone is too busy thinking about how hard this is on lando to even give a fuck about your first win." you regret every single word that comes out your mouth but you are much too prideful to admit that to oscar. the only way you know he is still listening to you is the harsh exhales he lets out through his nose every time you say something particularly mean.

"the win was literally given to you."

this was your last straw. how could he just stand there and not care? was he made of stone or something?

"what is wrong with you? yell, scream, say something for fuck's sake!" you shout at him. it feels weird shouting at oscar, telling him to shout at you.

it is only seconds later that oscar takes three quick strides to you before he reaches you, hands quickly cupping your soft cheeks and holding you in place. he pulls you up towards his mouth and plants a firm but strangely soft kiss on your lips. this all happens in a matter of seconds so before you actually register that oscar's lips were on your own, you tense up. oscar takes that as a bad sign and drops his hands, going to pull away.

it hits you that he is kissing you and that he is going to pull away if you do not do something right now so you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, finally moving your lips against his own. you sigh as oscar's hands return to their original place, thumbs tracing gentle paths across the skin underneath your eyes.

once he pulls away for air, he holds your head far enough away where he can admire you kiss swollen lips and hazy eyes, the little flush on your cheeks due to lack of air (and maybe, just a little because of oscar's touch, too).

"you get pretty mean when you like someone." oscar hums at you, thumbs still moving. even though you know he is making a joke you cannot begin to comprehend it because you are gazing at him, starry eyed and all loved up.

"you think i'm pretty?" oscar laughs and dives down for another kiss.

the australian knows you will apologise once you snap out of his touch infused haze, whenever that would be. oscar thinks no time soon, he plans to keep his hands on you at all times from now on.

[baby-dr1ver]

kinktober &lt;3

oral

lando x fem!reader

warnings: smut!, male and female receiving, use of female gen., swearing?

Recieveing: 

It all started after Silverstone. He’d jumped out of his car, threw off his helmut and held it up to the sky. The pure confidence, cockiness and heat, coming off him was toxic. And you were begging for more. You watched him on the podium steps, licking the sweat from his top lip, spraying champagne over his friends beside him. A dull ache started to form, an unexplainable feeling stirring inside of you. 

You met him halfway in the garage, just as his engineers were packing away the car. He held your cheeks delicately and kissed you with passion, Lando had always loved slow and filthy kisses. Ones where he could feel your bodies reaction, listen to the little gasps and whines you let out, the way you hold onto him a little tighter. 

You could hear his engineers let out whistles and claps at the clear display of affection. You both pulled away, red faced, but happy none the less. You took him by the collar of his racing suit, and pulled him down a random hallway. “Baby, what has gotten into you?” He smirked as he watched you unzip his suit in a hurry. “Hopefully you in my mouth soon.” 

You got down on your knees, pulling his pants and underwear with you. You wasted no time in getting your hands around him, his head thumped against the wall, letting himself be taken care of for a change. 

“Fuck y/n, if this is what happens when I get a podium, I should do it more often.” Lando let out a strangled moan right after. 

“Couldn’t help it,” You leaned forward and kissed his tip a few times.” looked so fucking hot up there, a fucking podium at your home race.” You finally took him in your mouth and he preened. He pulled your hair away from your face and formed a pony tail. 

One hand held his thigh for balance, and the other reached up to touch is balls. You knew that was his weakness, that combined with a little suction on the tip? Feral. 

He started tugging on your hair, pulling you every which way to satisfy him. Drool and precum spilled out your mouth and down your chin, you looked up at his face and saw the most gorgeous sight. Landos eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted to let out quiet moans, his lean torso jutted out to get closer to you. You pulled away to speak, “C’mon Lando, cum f’me” You sucked on his tip hard and you could feel his balls draw up and the gasping moans he was letting out-he was gonna blow.

“Ah fuck- baby, oh my god.” You watched his eyes roll back as he came in your mouth. You grinned at the salty substance in your mouth before swallowing. You kissed his tip one  last time before tucking him back in his pants and standing up. Once he caught his breath, he switched positions and had you against the wall. But, just when things were starting to get fun, “Lando? Mate, you’ve got media duties, wrap it up please. Oh god no wait-not like that!”

Giving: 

“Lando wait-fuck slow down” You tried to get your barrings as Lando pushed you onto the bed and started stripping you of your clothes. “Can’t sweetheart,” he kissed the freckles and stretch marks on your stomach, pushing your dress up to reveal more skin and the pretty papaya underwear he all but ripped off. “Looked so good tonight, such an amazing girlfriend to put together a party just for me.” He lifted your legs over his shoulders, trailing kisses over your thighs, letting his hands wander up your body to play with your boobs. “Baby, it’s your birthday shit-” He let one finger drag through your slick, gathering it at your clit. “shouldn’t I be the one to give you a-a gift?” 

He pushed two fingers up so that sat on either side of your clit. He wriggled them left to right, left to right, so it moved side to side. You whined and grabbed his wrist to slow him down, or this night would end very quickly. 

He dismissed your question as he leaned down to kiss the crease of your thigh, letting his nose trail to the top of your pussy. He inhaled and his eyes rolled back for a second. “You okay with this?” He mumbled as he pressed himself against you. You nodded and gasped as you felt his fingers still playing with you. “I need words my love.” 

You huffed but spoke up, “yes please Lando, need it so bad.” You reached down to tug on his silky curls. He dove in, like a man starved, ate you like it was his last meal he’d ever have.

He was everywhere, fucking you with his tongue, teasing your clit by licking everything but it. He eventually gave in to your pleas and let the tip of his tongue glide over your button. 

“Jesus baby, how do you taste so fucking good every time.” You gripped into his hair harder as your hips bucked in time with his tongue. 

“Lanod please, please please please I need it so bad, please let me cum.” He smirked. Lando almost pulled away just to be an asshole but, he decided the need to make you cum tonight over ruled that. “C’mon then pretty girl, give me what I want.” He sucked your clit harshly and suddenly entered two of his thick fingers. You couldn’t keep still at that point, hips bucking, legs flailing. 

His hand found yours, interlaced them and gave your hand a squeeze, giving you the encouragement you needed to cum. You saw stars-no more than that. Fireworks, a forest fire, love. Nothing but love as Lando looked up into your eyes, letting you come down peacefully, whispering words of praise and adoration.

[biophilianutrition]

Nutrition & Wellness

[dreamauri]

Not completely sure if your requests are open, but in case they are, asking for a needy, subby Lando after a sucky qualifying result. Please and thank. 💛💛💛

♪ — 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗞 max verstappen x reader (smut) “. . . lando absolutely hates when you, his good luck charm, aren't able to attended his races, especially after shitty qualifying. his solution? take all the good luck he can from you right now.”

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“You’ll do fine.” “No I won't! I suck.” You sighed deeply, bouncing on the bed slightly when Lando plopped face down on the bed beside you. You purse your lips looking at his exhausted and tired figure. “My love,” You leaned on your arm beside him, gently playing with his curls.

He tilted his head to look at you, revealing the big pout on his face. “You’ll do amazing tomorrow.” you assured him, pecking his lips. Lando pouted even harder ( somehow ) when you pulled away.

He leaned up on his forearms, asking for another kiss, and another and another. He eventually just held the back of your neck and made out with you. You felt yourself giggling as you pulled away from him, the brit protesting and trying to pull you back.

“Why don’t you go take a shower and then we can rest as much as you need? We have all the time till tomorrow.” You chuckled as he sat up, kissing you one last time before getting up. “Don’t remind me about tomorrow.” He groaned, undressing with a huff.

You held in a giggle as he struggled to take off his papaya shirt, gently smacking his ass and running away before he could attack back. Lando looked at you with a deep frown. “I’ll get you back for that.” He warned, pointing and staring at you as he walked to the washroom. 

By the time Lando was out, you were snuggled into the mattress under the covers scrolling through your phone. You looked up once you realized lando was looking down at you. He was all wet, only a towel wrapped around his abdomen. You tilted your head giving him an innocent look.

“Don’t play cutesy on me!” Lando chuckled unamused, folding his arms. “You’re too uptight.” You hummed, pulling him to sit down with you. You pulled him in a soft kiss. Lando huffed looking away. “Why are you mad at me/ I didn’t do nothin’.” 

Lando leaned in and kissed you again. “You’re not going to be here for the race tomorrow.” He kissed you again, tilting his head for another peck. “I’m gonna need a lot of your luck to get back in the top ten at least.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I can give you all the luck you need right now.” You teased, hooking one of your fingers on the top of his towel pulling it undone. “What do you have in mind?” His tone was teasing as he slipped under the covers with you.

Lando was too impatient, pulling the hem of your shirt up and digging straight away with the kisses. His hands were quick to pull your pants down, at least to your knees. And with no hesitation he buried his head between your thighs, licking up your slit once before digging in like a starved man.

Your fingers found his hair quickly giving him a little tug each time you felt him moan against your walls or clit. "I want all of you. I want to drink all of you, give it to me baby. please please please." You clenched your eyes shut the vibrations from his words against your skin, starting the count down.

Lando could see it, he knew the way you clenched around nothing and the way you whimpered. He held he tongue out, pumping you with two of his digits till your orgasm dawned on you. He had no care for how loud your moans were or how much you were pulling on his hair. All he cared for right now was drinking every single drop you gave him.

"One more, one more time." He encouraged. You were about to protest when you felt him switch up the position now with you riding your face. "Please please." He begged holding on of your hips up to support you. You couldn't even protest because his index and middle finger had found your clit, pinched and grinding between the two digits. His tongue was inside you again, making home against your g-spot.

"You're so beautiful, I want all of you. Please please please." Before you even knew it you were cumming again and Lando was slurping all of it. You could see him gulping. He even tried to suck but you quickly stopped him because the feeling was too intense. Instead, you pulled lando to sit up and shakily into lotus. The brit welcomed it, holding your hips and helping you sink down on his length. Only, you just took about the first inch.

". . . Take yout time." He apparently wasn't getting the memo because you weren't going to go farther than this tonight. "I'm not taking any more, that's it." You shook your head, starting to ride his tip. You could feel his whole pulsing, biting his lip nervously as he looked at you. "Please my love, I've been a good boy. Please, I need you." He tried to sweet talk you, kissing your neck and trying to pull you further down ever so gently and smoothy.

"No." He took his hands right that second, tucking them under his arm pits and letting you do whatever you wanted to do. He hated when you sad no. But he respected it too much. He bit on finger nails, anxiously watching you satisfy yourself while he was being edged.

It was good enough to make him all on fire but not enough to snap that coil of his. And which each second, you felt him get harder and squirm and twitch under you. He even had tears in his eyes as he painfully stared at his tortured cock. You eventually gave in when you heard the tinsiest bit of a sob leave his lips. Tipping your body back, you let him climb on top. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you pulling him close, pushing his length all the way in.

The sluttiest most high pithed tiny moan you have ever heard in your entire left his mouth. And with no encouragement needed, he began thrusting. He unfortunately didn't get past the third thrust, spilling into you and collapsing on you from the intense climax. You couldn't help but giggle as you gently hugged his shaking boy, pressing soft kisses to his cheek.

The McLaren driver did start the thrusts back up again, shaky and slow and he kissed you sloppily. "You're being such a good boy. You think You have one more in you?" He nodded. Anything for you and the luck you'll bring him tomorrow.

You went a few more rounds, switching to leap frog. You were looking back, leaving pecks on his cheeks and lips, moans leaving both your mouths but Lando's more quieter and high pitched. You thought he was always so cute when he was like this. And before you knew it, he'd spilled into you one last time. He was to tired to continue, sweat coating both your skin.

"I didn't cum yet." You reminded him. Lando whined, taking a deep breath before attempting to move. He's paused ever two centimetres, body too over stimulated. It was cute. He was at his end and he was trying to hard. "That's okay lan," You pulled away gently, letting him rest on his side. he looked at you with half lidded his, leaning up to meet your kiss once you offered. His eyes winded, watching you insert two of your digits inside your self, reaching your own climax after a few more pumps.

He gladly accepted your fingers in his mouth, savouring the taste on his tongue one last time before eventually passing out.

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[bloodhivelottie]

lottie taking care of you when you get sick ☹️

• we KNOW she’d be good at taking care of u that’s just how she is :] she’s sooo soft and gentle with you

• she’d definitely tell you to take the day off of college/work lol

• playfully scolding you if you tried getting up to help her with anything. “i’ll handle it, okay, baby?”

• bringing you the comfiest blankets if you’re too cold and using her body warmth to stop you from shivering :( or if you’re too hot she brushes the hair from your forehead to check your temp. “oh sweetie, you’re burning up. let me get you a cool towel.”

• you’re insecure cause u think u look gross and she just laughs and tells you to shush cause you’re cute to her even if you keep sneezing🙄

• making you tea or hot choc or one of her weird healing drinks “lottie… that doesn’t look normal...” “shhh, it’s papaya turmeric adhwagandha and ginger, honey, it’ll help you.” and you’re like whatever the fuck that means… but u drink it anyway cause yes maam🫡

• making sure you eat well even if u don’t feel like it☹️ she makes you some soup and grilled cheese or something and you end up eating the whole thing cause it was actually really good and she’s so smug about it

• laying with you and putting on your fav comfort movie or show to watch it together :] cuddling and holding ur hand and rubbing her thumb on ur skin to comfort u

• kissing your neck and you’re laughing and pushing her away “lottie, stop it, i don’t want you to get sick too” so she kisses the top of your head instead and plays with your hair :]

[artaxlivs]

“Ok, when I say go - squeeze as hard as you can.”

Eddie was going to lose it. There was absolutely zero chance he was going to be able to sit through this display without having a display of his own. He squirmed where he was sitting in the grass, bringing his knees up in a way he hoped was real fucking casual.

“Smooth,” Robin whispered from her spot in the shade next to him. She was leaned back on her hands, giraffe legs sprawled out in front of her so she could poke Henderson with her toes. He kept swatting back at her and ignoring the fact that he was missing entirely. Too focused on the stopwatch and notebook in his hand. What a nerd.

Max got up from where she’d been sitting on the other side of Robin and joined Lucas in his patio chair. Poor Lucas looked like he was on cloud nine which must mean they were currently off on the on-again-off-again cycle of their relationship. Settling in, Max turned to grin at Eddie, sharp and evil. It was clear she’d only moved there to see how this was affecting him. She was a horrible child. His least favorite. 

Except that she wasn’t.

Sticking his tongue out at her, Eddie looked back to the scene in front of him.

The ground around them was littered with crushed fruits. Steve’s thighs were shiny with orange juice. His tiny little shorts had ridden up so high that it had passed indecent before he’d even finished with the citrus fruit. Eddie gulped as his eyes traced over the clear bulge in Steve’s little green shorts. He refused to lift his eyes to Steve’s bare chest with his smattering of moles and coarse hair.

And there was not a chance in hell that Eddie was going to make eye contact with that smirk of Steve’s. He knew what the fuck he’d started. With the kids around and everything! Granted, all Steve had done was crush an empty soda can between his thighs and then the challenge had been on. Lucas had sworn he could do it, too. And he did. But he couldn’t manage to do the lemon. Steve had though. And the orange. and whatever the fuck a papaya was. And on through all the fruit in Steve’s kitchen - did he stock up for this? Who kept that much fruit on hand?

Now, he had a whole ass melon between those thick thighs of his. And Steve had been working out all summer. Running, yes, but it was the squats that drove Eddie to madness. The sunkissed skin wrapped around thick muscles, covered in downy hair, begging, screaming for Eddie to touch them. To run his fingers up them and squeeze, to bury his face between them and finally clear his head with the musky scent of Steve Harrington.

Fuck. Eddie should have escaped into the house. He was never gonna be able to keep his cool. Steve sat back, adjusting around so everyone could see the length of his legs as he crossed his ankles, shifting the melon a little as he got into position.

Eddie whimpered.

“Oh, who cares?” Mike scoffed, “So your big dumb jock legs can make us a fruit salad. Big deal.” He elbowed Will who was staring very intently at Steve. Eddie grinned, covering his mouth and flicking his eyes at Robin who’s eyes were wide and who’s mouth was an O of shock. “We aren’t impressed. Right, Will?”

“Shhh, Mike.” Will waved a hand but didn’t shift his focus away from Steve, “Later.”

Mike sputtered, looking from Will’s intent gaze down to Steve’s thighs. Eddie saw it the moment Mike realized what was going on. He looked shocked. Then angry. Then jealous. And last, scared. There it was. Finally. Jesus.

If Eddie had to suffer through this, at least some good would come of it. Mike would finally realize that he needed to get his head out of his ass. It was about--

“Go!” Dustin yelled, clicking the tab on the top of the watch.

Steve grunted, squeezing his thighs together. His fingers flexed against the ground behind him and his ass came up off the patio a few inches as he sort of ...oh dear god...arched up into it. He clenched his thighs, his hips, his gorgeous fucking ass, Eddie held his breath, clenched his own thighs to not arch up in response, biting his lips to keep from panting and moaning and then--

CRACK! The melon split clear up the middle, splooging juice right up the seam of Steve’s clenched thighs. It dripped out under him and Eddie could taste cooper he was biting down so hard on his bottom lip.

Dustin had already released the timer, cheering with everyone. Eddie resolutely did not look up, keeping his eyes trained on the slowly growing puddle under Steve instead. It was so hot. It was fucking obscene. 

“Alright, what’s next?” Dustin said with a sunny smile, looking up from where he’d noted the time in his spiral notebook.

“Me.” Eddie heard himself say and launched himself at his boyfriend. Steve muttered something about it being about time right before Eddie smashed their mouths together.

“Um...should I...start the timer?” he heard Dustin ask. 

There were a bunch of squelching thuds as people must have thrown crushed fruit at him.