#THis is like LATE in his career as Champion like after he gets the arm and face scar and white streak

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Oh do not seek to know what lies Behind these mild and patient eyes For I have seen the demons power And even let the monster run In certain unforgotten hours

The fire that sleeps within the blood Can waken to a burning flood That sweeps away whatever moves Before the wordless killers eyes

Shiro's time as Champion lives rent free in my head but the show said you get crumbs and nothing more

[sainzproductions]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 ⋆ 𝐜. 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳

THE OTHER WOMAN / SEQUEL !

where you acclimate to the current dating scene after eight years of being with carlos...

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You felt like you had done a good job all by yourself. You took your sweet time getting used to being alone again, having spent the better part of the past decade accompanying carlos and living together with him.

As embarassing as it was to admit, there were days where you'd wake up abruptly as if hearing his footsteps, or the faint rumble of his voice lulling you to sleep. There were moments where you'd break down crying upon seeing an article of clothing belonging to carlos, or seeing pictures when you were still happily together.

It wasn't easy to forget an eight year relationship. You soon realized. He was all you've ever known and adored... You dreamt a life with the guy for crying out out loud!

You wanted all the permanent things, the domestic future, him.

But the reality was that you were different people who wanted starkly different things in life. Carlos was set on his career while you had the burden of being a woman. You didn't have forever to waste away, and you didn't want to spend it waiting for a future that could never be in the stars for you and him.

You had accepted it. It wasn't all tears, and tearful reminiscing anyways. Your life had picked up after a couple of weeks. It was a lie. You spent a month and a half being pathetic. But who was counting?

You were having the time of your life. Your singleness provided a way for you to realize new and old hobbies.

You finally went back to your hometown, despite your fears of facing your parents' knowing looks and getting an ill timed i told you so's from their ever skeptic way of seeing life. Especially your relationship with Carlos..

But your mother took one look at you; in your deshieveled and devastated form, wordlessly opening her arms and craddling your pathetic self as you wept about your broken heart.

You found peace in the tranquility of your childhood home. Reacquainting yourself with your horse, champion whom you had been neglecting— you realize belatedly. The help couldn't take the horses out that much, where you formerly took the stallion out for most of the day. You made sure to make up for lost time however.

You were also able to rekindle old friendships, quickly becoming fast friends once again as if no time had passed at all. You traipsed all over Madrid, enjoying the thrill of meeting new people, of learning new things... And how forward the current dating scene seemed to be in regards to matters concerning...

"Wait, wait." You press a hand towards his broad chest, breathing roughly. Your chest rose and fell with excitement as you tried to come down from how fast the things had quickly become heated between the two of you. "We're going a bit too fast, don't you think?" You whine under your breath, as his face came down to press open mouthed kisses on your neck, easily finding your most sensitive spot as he expertly manouvers your body, backing you up against the wall.

"Relax. We won't do anything you don't want." He says, softening his tone, "I'm not a hooligan." He tuts, pressing a feather like kiss on the side of your lips.

"Says the man who pulled me into a dark room to play tonsil tennis." You retort amusedly, stroking your fingers on his neck. You couldn't help but close your eyes at the sensation of his lips against your skin, his fingers making quick work of slipping under your skirt, and you hissed from the sensation of his cold rings against your thighs, "You're cold!"

"Warm me up then, love." He was evidently amused by your reactions and the way your cheeks flushed at his crude remark. He wiped away every other thought from your mind, as he kisses you wantonly. He made sure to hold your gaze as he pulls away, sinking down to his knees... and kissing your thighs softly. "Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I couldn't think of anything else when you walked into the room. Nobody else mattered but you... you're bad for my business, darling."

You could hardly register anything else after that

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The breakup came with the long forgotten territory of male attention. Sure, there were some bold and uncaring lads few and far between, but Carlos had quickly shut down every attempt with a swift glare and a possesive hand over you. You didn't mind. You only needed him and his attention and everyone else were merely annoying backnoise.

As it is, your breakup was made public through the urging of Carlos' management and his public relations team. You cooperated seamlessly despite being civil, to the point of rudeness, to their every demand.

How ironic was it that through his blatant act of wanting to separate himself from you and everything else that had to do with you; he made a declaration to the world that you were readily available.

Your dms were sure packed to the brim when you'd later had the energy to do anything asides from the basic tasks of taking care of yourself. You couldn't laugh nor cry upon seeing several of carlos' work acquaintances making their presence known in your dms. You even saw his former (and possibly current) teammates taking their shot.

You couldn't help but wonder for how long has he been... Non committal towards his best mates about your real score. They couldn't possibly muster up the courage had it been the true duration of your separation. Men aren't that proactive. They atleast had some base sense of loyalty.

Then again, it didn't take very long for him to be spotted with some model on his arm. He looked happy, invigorated... Annoyingly handsome. Fuck him and his perfect face. You wished you atleast threw a heel at him for being a dickwad.

Were you seeing other people out of spite or trying to prove yourself to him? You wouldn't exactly say so. You'd had an agreement with the well established, and good looking gentleman who had made you tremble and writhe under his tongue. He was incredibly lax and cool, and great company in every sense of the word. He made you laugh, he also made you cry just now.

And so while you made yourselves look presentable, you were first out the door while he waited a few minutes to make his entrance into the party again. You gratefully took a flute of champagne from a passing waiter, wetting your parched throat as you looked around as normally as you could. Blending in with the fancy people in their cocktail dresses and designers.

You heard footsteps approaching after a few moments. Another man spotted him, and he grinned in recognition upon the sight of the ever famous....

"Sir Hamilton!"

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Guest Room | Trevor Zegras

summary: sometimes all you need is a trip away to an old friend.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (m receiving), use of a sex toy, swearing.

word count: 4.62k

authors note: this is acc for a Trevor I have never written for in pre ducks debut so this takes place in 2021! I wanted to change things up for our f1 x hockey playlist so here we have one who is a rookie! I think it should be a given by now but we need to thank @sweetestdesire for letting me pick her Trevor smut brain to help write this one out!

You needed a break. 

Life had been on this weird high after you won the Formula Two championship and were now moving up into the McLaren F1 team as a reserve driver. You hated how out of place you felt yet that somehow you still hadn’t done enough to be where you deserved to be. 

You had settled into your apartment in London now and after spending Christmas with your family you got an offer you couldn’t resist. Trevor had just returned home from the World Junior Championships and he was in need of some company in his apartment. He was back in San Diego awaiting his debut for the Gulls but that didn’t matter for him as he craved seeing the one person who was ready to be honest with him. You craved that attention too as you were at your wits end with everyone in your parents lives wanting to know about your career “you stay safe okay?” Ellen sighed as she pulled you into her arms. 

It made Jim smile as you rolled your eyes “Z might be irresponsible but at least you know who killed me if I go missing.” You joked seeing your mom grow unimpressed “you should get going before you are late kid.” Jim pointed out as he kissed your head before he ushered you off. 

Even as you went off in the world before each race your parents were watching as you left to the airport. Hockey fans were all around with most in redwings gear, making your bluejays cap blend you in as though you were meant to be a mere fly on the wall. You watched your brothers do well in both Vancouver and New Jersey when they seemed to have everything under control like they knew what they were doing was right for them. 

You used to love racing, it was your everything. But spending a season forcing every free moment you had into training only to be beaten to a seat, it killed you. It threw this spanner into the works that fried your brain leaving you unsure about everything as you lacked the simple clarity that was once your comfort. 

That was part of the reason you couldn’t say no to joining Trevor. He might have always been Jacks friend first but that boy knew how to react to whatever it was you seemed to feel. So in that moment you just needed someone to be honest with you. 

San Diego was warmer than Michigan as you were now getting ready to discard your coat as there was no snow in sight“speedy!” As ironic as your nickname was, Trevor didn’t give it to your for your speed on a track in your car. He gave it to you because he has never seen someone run away from a group of teenager boys after a work out as fast as you do. 

You whipped your head around with a soft smile on your face as you locked eyes with the older boy “it’s good to see you.” He mumbled pushing himself off of his car as he made his way over to you “wish I could say the same mr MVP.” You teased barely being able to contain your smile as you let out a laugh at the feeling of his arms around you. 

It was one place that you always seemed to feel comfortable no matter where you two were “don’t start with me ms world champion.” It didn’t take him long to see that is joke didn’t land in the way that he wanted it to “think you’ve been on a long flight.” He announced taking your suitcase from behind you letting his one arm stay wrapped around your waist. 

Being back around him already was having an impact on you as you felt like you were melting into his touch “thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, one you swore he couldn’t hear. But instead he smiled as he nodded opting to keep his newfound joy to himself. 

In all honesty you were surprised when you saw his apartment, the ride to the building was just enough time that you were both able to catch up on life. But now you were stood in an apartment that had not one but two properly decorated rooms “when did you decide to get a bed?” You cocked your head remembering to the time where he had only an air mattress on the floor for weeks.

It made him pull his eyes into a sharp line “ha ha very funny.” He placed his keys in the bowl before his eyes shot to the grey couch in front of him “but my mom came and decorated the place.” His confession made your lips form into an o shape.

You clasped your hands together “I knew it!” A laugh left your lips as you were happy to hear that you were right “yes now would you like to come sit and tell me why you picked San Diego over New Jersey?” Jack had let it slip to Trevor how irritated he was that you didn’t want to see your brother but instead his best friend. 

Trevor tapped the cushion next to him motioning to you to join him on the couch “I needed to get away.” You confessed as you shrugged “Jack means well but he thinks reserve is such a great position for me.” Your scoff wasn’t missed as you shook your head. 

The boy felt bad as he knew your brother hadn’t shut up about your achievements “you deserve to be on a team.” Trevor disagreed with your opinion “and I will always let you come back here to avoid your brothers.” His words made you smile. 

He watched you pull your feet on the cushion “be careful because soon you won’t get rid of me.” You joked as you let out a giggle “hey at least you know how to cook.” Trevor shrugged making you scoff. 

You threw the pillow behind you at him resulting in his laugh echoing off of the walls of his apartment “I would not cook for you!” You shook your head “you wouldn’t have to do it every day.” The boy countered as he smiled. 

The two of you got the chance to just sit there in this peaceful silence “but on a real note could you cook tomorrow night?” He began as he scratched the back of his head “I have practice late and I don’t think either of us can be doing restaurants two nights in a row.” He explained as your stomach growled on cue “you want dinner now?” Trevor teased as he smiled running his fingers over your knee.

You wanted to act like you were but as the last thing you had was the cut up fruit you had for breakfast and the overpriced bottle of water from the airport “let me get dressed.” You were in dire need of a proper change out of your winter clothing for the warmer weather that the west coast sported “and y/n.” Trevor called out as he watched you walk to the guest bedrooms door. 

You cocked your head as you nodded “I’m glad that you’re here.” His confession was so sweet that if any of the other boys heard him, Trevor would have been chirped at forever “me too.” You smiled ad you walked into the guest bedroom letting the door shut behind you. 

When Trevor left for practice you found yourself at a mall. The boy said he was going to be gone for hours with a game prep session right after which gave you both ample time to shop for groceries and window shop. Part of you had been left irritated as there was a new headline that again called into question your abilities as a driver if all you were getting was a reserve role. 

It was just another tap at your sanity that was only left feeling worse after last night. You had woken up in the middle of the night needing a glass of water when you heard Trevor. He clearly had a video open of some sort as you could hear both foreign female and male voices. But what got to you about it was that it was porn. 

Trevor let whimpers and moans fall from his lips that were enough to make you squirm as you had been feeling sexual frustrated. The last time you had sex was well over six months ago and your fingers and brush handle could only do so much for you and it wasn’t enough. 

So when you walked by Lotions and Lace it was as though your thoughts had been answered. You had never made the jump to sex toys before but with your only other current option being your brother’s best friend it seemed like the better of the two. Your eyes settled on the first vibrator you found as it was hot pink and on some massive display case. 

Before you knew it you were back at his place with dinner in the oven as you stared at the bag in front of you. The box that held the vibrator peeked out from the corner, with some over exaggerated message about pleasure on it that made your cheeks grow warm.

Your foot tapped against the floor as you looked to your watch and then back to the box, before your eyes settled on the door to Trevor’s room. He had shut it before he left but you could still hear the faint moans from last night as you let your hand form a fist as your thighs pressed against each other “fuck it.” You grumbled grabbing the bag from the table as you headed to your own room. 

You didn’t bother with shutting the door behind you. Since you could feel the wet patch forming on your panties, and you swore you were going to have at least twenty minutes before Trevor came home. Your leggings were stripped from your legs as you pulled your panties down with them making sure to kick both items of clothing away. 

The buzzing noise echoed in your ears as you trailed the head of the vibrator over your clit as your thighs spread “fuck.” You whimpered feeling your thighs begin to squirm. 

The picture of Trevor’s moans played in your mind as you caught your lower lip between your teeth. Your eyes screwed shut as you began to tease yourself enjoying the feeling of pleasure that you hadn’t felt in years “please Z.” The whimper fell for your lips as you began to picture him on top of you. 

Trevor smiled as he walked back into the apartment as the smell of chicken in the oven invaded his nostrils “y’know the offer to come live as my chef is still on the table.” He joked thinking you were sat in the living room “god.” You moaned feeling your eyes roll back into your head. 

It was enough to make the boy freeze as he realised what was going on. He felt wrong letting his eyes trail to your room but somehow he couldn’t find a way to stop himself. Your moans echoed in his ears and as his cock grew harder in his shorts. 

He let his bag drop to the floor as he cleared his throat “I’m so close Z.” The whimper made him walk closer to your room as he wondered if he heard you right “feel so good Trev.” Now he knew you were talking about him. 

The boy took more steps to your door until he finally let his eyes stick in the opening of the door. You were a heavenly sight as you were in a strappy top and nothing on your bottom half was bare as you continued to tease your clit with your new toy. 

Trevor couldn’t help but grunt as you moaned letting your body squirm against the sheets. The sudden noise made your eyes shoot open to the door where the boy stood “hey pretty girl.” You continued what you were doing as you watched him stare at you. 

He smirked watching your free hand travel up to your breast “need more.” You moaned again starting to feel like you were getting close “you think I’d just let you get to come that fast?” Trevor sucked at his teeth as he crossed his arms. 

Your face dropped as he laughed “c’mon you’d have to beg if you want anything more.” The boy explained walking closer to you “want you to make me feel so full.” You begged feeling tears form in your eyes as he smirked.

The boy stood his ground “so is that why you decided to act like a little slut and fuck yourself on my guest bed?” His words made your cheeks turn red as you nodded “needed it so bad.” You confessed as you watched him hover over you. 

His hand dropped to yours as he helped control your hand wanting to get you to come “be a good girl and let go then.” He took control of your vibrator as he tilted it closer to your clit “fuck!” You groaned arching your back as you drove your hips closer to the toy.

Trevor watched in awe as pleasure shot through you reached the high “god right there!” You whimpered feeling your thighs shake as they began to clamp together. 

He didn’t let it stop as he watched he’d you continue to fuck yourself through your orgasm “please Z enough.” You shook your head trying to pull away from him “you think you have been a good girl?” He asked seeing tears stream down your cheeks from the overstimulation as your cunt burned.

As you stayed quiet the boy finally listened pulling it away from you “holy shit.” Your chest heaved as you pushed your hands through your hair “you still with me pretty girl?” Trevor toyed the toy off as he helped you sit up straight “felt so good.” Your confession was quiet as you stared at the ground. 

It made him smile as he ran his fingers under your chin “c’mere doll.” He muttered as he cupped your cheeks pulling you closer to him “think it’s about time I get to taste you.” Trevor dropped his head to kiss you.

The kiss was needy as his tongue grazed across your lower lip “mhm.” The hockey player let out a grunt as you straddled his lap given yourself the upper hand. 

You propped yourself up by your knees as the taste of his kiss had remnant’s of the Gatorade you assumed he drank after practice “fuck baby.” Trevor let out a grunt as he watched you grind your hips into his. 

He let his hands travel down to your hips trying to stop you “I’m gonna need you to behave before I come in my fucking pants.” He warned shaking his head as he looked down to the new wet patch that was forming on his pants “you’re no fun.” You let your lips form a pout as you kissed him once more before you slid onto the floor letting your knees rest on the cool wooden floor. 

The boy swore he was dreaming as he watched you sit there “think it’s time I make you feel so good.” You cooed sending him a smile as you ran your hands up his sweatpants “fuck please baby.” He begged propping himself up as he placed his hands behind him.

You tugged at his sweatpants pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprung out as it hit his torso “you look so pretty.” You mumbled licking your lips as you felt your mouth water “it’s all for you doll.” He confessed biting at the inside of his cheek when your hand wrapped around his cock.

You pumped them up and down a few times before you watched his precum ooze out of the swollen head “fuck don’t tease me.” Trevor groaned watching your head drop to the point where you were mere millimetres away from him “ask me nicely.” You let out a dry laugh looking up at him. 

Your hand began to speed up leaving him quiet  “not so brave are you know big boy?” You cocked your head as you grazed your thumb over his head picking up the precum leaving Trevor to watch as you brought your hand up to your mouth wrapping your lips around the finger. 

Your tongue swirled around it letting out a moan as you could taste the saltiness on your tongue “please.” Trevor found himself jealous of your finger and he couldn’t believe that he was willing to admit that too “since you asked so nicely.” You nodded smiling to yourself as you slipped your thumb from your lips watching the trail of spit break from your mouth. 

The hockey player didn’t need to say anything more as you wrapped your lips around his cock “fuck you’re perfect.” Trevor let out a grunt as his hands went to your hair. 

You hollowed your cheeks out as your nose hit his pelvic bone trying to take as much of him as you could. The boy watched you look up at him through hooded eyes “keep sucking that cock f’me.” He mumbled as you fell into this steady rhythm.

He was in awe as the sound of you gagging echoed in his ears as you tried to take more of him each time you let your mouth take more of him as you tilted your head trying to open your throat. Trevor swore it was pure heaven as he began to bring his hips up to meet your face trying to get himself closer to that high. 

Last nights efforts felt like a distant thought as Trevor had spent it picturing that you were instead around his cock, rather than his own hand “I’m gonna.” The hockey player let out a grunt as your hand replaced your mouth once more “go make a mess for me Z.” You cooed kissing his lips again. 

The taste was addictive as he tried to stop himself “just want to make you feel so good.” You mumbled locking your eyes with his as he nodded “want to taste you before you fuck me so good.” Was the last thing that left your lips before you dropped your head again. 

Your pace was brutal practically sucking his cock like it was a lollipop “Jesus y/n.” Trevor grunted as his head fell back when he came letting his release coat the back of your throat “you’re a fucking god.” He mumbled blissfully unaware as you let his limp cock fall from your lips. 

You felt some of his release ooze from the side of your mouth “taste so good.” You mumbled bringing your hand to pot it back into your mouth. He swore that if he wasn’t still coming down from his first orgasm he would have come again. 

Trevor cleared his throat when you crawled back into his lap “wanna be a good girl and swallow f’me?” He asked as he cocked his head letting his hand wrap around your throat when you nodded. 

His hand caught the feeling of the release going down your throat “fuck you’re a pretty girl.” He muttered running his finger over your lower lip “I need you Z.” You pleaded letting out a whimper as you felt his cock beneath you. 

As you clenched your cunt the sensation made you both squirm “what do you want baby?” He asked cocking his head as he began to grind your hips against his. 

It made you hiss “your cock.” You got straight to the point as you felt your eyes flutter “ask nicely.” He taunted reminding you of the antics you played earlier on. 

You swallowed back a moan “I wanna feel so full of your cock.” You whined biting at your lower lip “want you to fuck me like you mean it.” You pleaded letting a shaken breath leave your lips.  

That was all he needed as he picked you up “Trevor!” You squealed wrapping your arms around his neck “just want to fuck you properly doll.” He explained with a smile laying you down on your sheet. 

He pulled his top off of his torso  before he was left with the sight of you already naked as you stripped out of your vest “think you already knew you were gonna get fucked real good tonight.” Trevor smirked kicking his sweatpants off as he found himself crawling to get closer to you “gonna let me fuck you raw?” The question came more so because he didn’t have any condoms on hand or in his room and he knew he wasn’t going to risk going to the store to get more, letting this opportunity slip past him.

You nodded running your fingers over your breasts “wanted you.” You whined making the boy smirk as pumped his cock ensuring that it was hard again “and now my pretty little girl is gonna get me all that easy huh?” The boy let out a grunt before he situated himself back between your legs “if you won’t Z I am sure that the little toy down there could do me just fine.” You snapped as your eyes pulled into a sharp line.

It made him laugh how he could get under your skin so fast even as your nipples peaked due to the cool air that the fan in your room created “no need to get all angry on me now doll.” Trevor clicked his tongue as he ran his cock over your clit resulting in a whimper leaving your lips.

He repeated the action twice more watching as his tongue darted out of his lips from pure concentration “just fu-ck god!” You practically jumped out of your skin as you felt him thrust his cock into your cunt letting his hips meet yours as he gave you no time to adjust. 

The boy smirked letting his head come closer to yours as he halted his movements taking in the sight properly “it’s just me.” He smirked running his fingers up your torso letting his hands cup your breasts ‘fuck off.” You grumbled as his head dipped to your shoulder.

His lips nipped at your tender skin “now that is no way to talk to me when you’re currently full of my dick.” The boy sucked at his teeth as he shook his head enjoying how he could hear just how much his actions left you stagnating your breath “please move.” You pleaded feeling your cunt throb as your walls hugged his cock.

It made him smile as he let his arms go on either side of you trapping you where you were “fuck baby.” He moaned driving his hips away before he pushed them back towards you setting up a painfully slow rhythm, like he wanted to torture you.

Your hands found themselves on either side of his cheeks “and here I was thinking that this mouth was good.” His chain lay flat against your neck as his forehead rested against yours “bout to get me stuck on this cunt.” The possessiveness in his voice made your cunt clench around him as your legs wrapped around his waist resulting in him reaching a deeper part of your core.

His lips grazed yours in a lousy effort to muffle his moan ‘but maybe you would like that?” When you didn’t answer his question immediately he began to increase his pace treating you like you were all of a sudden the last girl he was going to sleep with on this planet “want to be here forever.” You cried out as your breasts began to jolt against his skin with each thrust.

The desperation to come all over again hit you both as if this wouldn’t have been your second orgasms of the night “wanna make you never leave this apartment.” Trevor confessed letting his teeth tug at your lower lip making you whine in pleasure “just fucking make me cum first.” You grumbled letting your mouth form an o shape as he hit your thigh with a soft slap.

Trevor shook his head growing irritated at this new found attitude  of yours as he was trying too give you everything that you should have wanted “you want to be a brat and I’ll leave you without that fucking toy.” He warned honestly in half the mind to break it as you clearly weren’t going to need it whilst you were still with him.

His pelvic area grazed your clit making your eyes flutter as you drove your hips up desperate to feel that all over again “thought you liked this cunt too much?” You quipped back through gritted teeth trying your best to ignore how your legs began to shake “didn’t say I needed you to cum first though doll.” The warning was in genuine as you both knew he was going to make sure he fucked you through your own orgasm before he even thought about his own.

The sound of skin slapping was enough for you to break “please let me cum and I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want.” If the boy wasn’t currently the closest thing he has felt to pussy drunk he might have actually laughed at the offer “even on the boat?” In a drunk game of confessing things to the boy, you had let it slip that you had some fantasies about a guy fucking you on the family boat if you two took it for a night cruise. But of course it would only be someone who you liked enough to meet your brothers.

You nodded feeling his hand slide between your two sweaty bodies “anywhere you want.” You mumbled writhing your back against the sheet when his fingers came into contact with your clit “you like that don’t ya pretty girl?” Trevor teased feeling your cunt clench around him once more.

A whimper left your lips as he arched his back allowing his lips to latch onto your left nipple with his tongue swirling around the sensitive bead “please let me cum Z.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he nodded “go make a mess on my cock.” His order came as he moved his attention to your other breast topping you over the edge when he locked his eyes with you.

It made you screw your eyes so tight that you swore you could see stars “fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted writhing your body against your sheet and him as he continued his actions of rubbing his fingers against your clit until your cunt began to clamp down on him in these random bursts trying to milk his cock.

As much as he enjoyed getting to fuck you raw he didn’t want to have to deal with the consequences as he pulled his cock out of your cunt letting his release spray across your lower stomach when his hand began to pump at his cock “god.” He let out a grunt watching the damage he had done like it was an art piece.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes as you smiled “it’s just me.” You mumbled making him laugh as he ran his fingers through your hair to push it out of your face “think I should get you in the shower before we get some dinner.” The smell of the chicken came back to you as you heard the smoke alarm go off “The chicken!”

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The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader - Part 2

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

The interview was good, everyone was really kind to you and your PR team made sure that the questions were only about racing which was nice as you really got to talk about the teams and cars with the others there.

There was a joke that you were being ganged up on as there was two Ferrari drivers sat next to each other, the two Mercedes drivers sat next to each other and then there you were sat in the middle with Lewis and Carlos either side of you.

"So Y/N what more can we expect from you in 2022? We've got Saudi Arabia next weekend that I'm sure you are excited for it" he says and both Carlos and Lewis look at you as you raise the mic.

"Jeddah is one of the toughest tracks on the line up this year in my opinion. I just hope i can make my team proud and i can finish the race with some more points for them!" you smile settling a hand down on your lap.

"And Lewis as a World Champion do you have anything to say to the new rookie this year that will inspire her in her future career"

"Jheez man, you out here making me sound so much older than her! But listen you'll always here people talk about the car and driver. Sometimes the car and driver are on the same level, sometimes the car is better than the driver and sometimes the driver is better than the car. And i think today proved that Y/N is already out-performing in her Alfa Romeo and I think all the team principles will be keeping an eye on her throughout the year. Keep driving the way you are, and you know where to find me whenever you wanna talk" he smiles at you, he leans into you hugging you slightly making you blush and smile at the contact.

After the conference it was a shamble getting you back to the hotel. PR had pulled you out early while the other in the interview stayed behind a little. You hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye before you were whisked out to multiple fans. You stayed to sign stuff with Zhou who had kindly waited for you so you could go back to the hotel together.

You and Zhou knew there was no point going home or going to the factory when in a week you had to travel across the short flight to Saudi Arabia. Monday you and him went to the water park in Bahrain for the whole day. After that you guys flew to Jeddah on the Tuesday readying for the week ahead.

You had a good qualifying coming in P8 and you were happy that you were starting in a points worthy place. You'd reported to your team that something felt wrong with the car, its pace just wasn't as good today and you were told that the overnight engineers would take a look for you.

It was getting late and you should be sleeping, but you just couldn't seem to shut your eyes. The nerves of tomorrow eating away at you. It was about 11pm when you decided to throw a hoodie on and walk down to the hotel bar.

The elevator music was soft and you checked you phone, thinking it probably wasn't the best thing to upload a photo to show everyone you were currently awake right now.

You walked out and sat down at the 24 hour bar, only a few people were there, not that you took much notice of the people around you.

"Got anything to knock me out?" you ask the bar tender who looks at you in shock.

"Rough night?" he asks.

"No, just struggling to sleep" you smile lightly.

"Well if you don't like cherry juice or Chamomile tea I have some bricks out back that may help" he laughs out his offers trying to lighten your mood.

"Cherry juice?" you ask having never heard that it was a drink for helping sleep.

"I dunno, but it works!" he defends before you shake your head opting for the tea.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" a voice asks and you turn seeing Lewis steps up behind you. He opens his arms gesturing to the seat next to you.

"Oh, Lewis hi. This is so embarrassing. Sorry you have to see me like this. You can sit, only if you want to though" you smiled at him.

"Thanks. I cant sleep either" he's smiles at you before flagging the bartender and asking to have what your having.

"I think I'm just nervous about tomorrow"

"Yeah, i get that! You have a lot of pressure on you as a rookie! But your are one of the best rookies we've had for years! Qualifying was good today! Keep that smile up" he smiles at you placing a hand gently on your shoulder.

"What's going on here?" a voice behind you asks. You and Lewis both swivel to find Carlos standing there at the entrance to the bar watching there pair of you with narrowed eyes.

"Carlos! What are you doing awake?" you ask in shock, even Lewis being down here was a shock to you.

"More like what are you doing down here?" he frowns.

"I couldn't sleep, and then Lewis was down here so he joined me!" you smile, and point to the seat on the other side of you. He takes it and shimmies into the seat, waving the bartender off when he offers a drink.

"So, what are you also doing awake?"

"I also couldn't sleep, I've got a lot on my mind" he says looking over the pair of them.

"So, how do you think tomorrow will go?" Carlos asks trying to run a conversation but the vibes were awkward after his arrival. He'd stood watching them talk for a little before he had made his presence known.

"She doesn't want to talk about it" Lewis huffs out sipping on some of his drink.

"Oh i didn't realise she didn't have a voice anymore" Carlos sasses, making you shake your head an push away from the bar so you chair scrapped back, enough for you to hop down.

"I'm going to go try and sleep, i can practically smell the testosterone overload and that tea has made me far to dopey to have any clarity of this tomorrow" you admit and with that you left the two along who stayed for a little longer ... to talk.

Race day was always fun, however this year Saudi wasn't your shot. You wanted to cry when you heard the words to come back to the pit because your car had a cooling system failure and it was a danger to drive meaning you'd gone from 8 all the way down to 15.

You had spent a significant amount of time crying in your drivers room, before you went out to congratulate Zhou on his P11 finish. He hugged you and told you reassuring phrases that sort of went past you head because you were worried you were about to get butchered by your team principle Alessandro.

You didn't want to do the interviews, knowing there would be derogatory comments coming your way, but it was something you had to put up with.

"So Y/N not your best rest today" the interviewer asked the minute you walked up to them.

"Yeah, unfortunately there was a cooling system errors in three of the cars out there tonight and mine was one of them. I reported to my team that the car didn't feel right yesterday during qually, so I don't know if that was what happened out there but yeah pace was slow, car was faulty not much else to report. Hoping for a comeback in Australia but congrats to Max, Charles and Carlos for the podiums!" you smile trying to make it as quick and painless.

"Thank you for your time!" he smiles politely before letting you wonder off across the paddock.

"Carlos! Carlos Hey" you shout over to him and see his and Charles head whip round to look at you.

You run up to them, placing a hand on Charles shoulder that doesn't go un-noticed by Carlos.

"Well done on the podium today guys!" you smile, trying not to show your sadness at the lack of points you'd gained today.

"Thank you Y/N! You know, were you invited to the after party today?" Charles offers first before Carlos can even thank you.

"Oh, no I wasn't told. But I don't really like clubs so ..." you admit sheepishly.

"It's not really a party, just dinner with us, Lando, Daniel Yuki and Pierre" he offers.

"Could i bring Zhou with me?" you ask knowing you were closest to him right now and getting through a dinner with that many people, you'd for sure need him them.

"Of course!" Charles exclaims.

"I'll see you guys tonight then?" you smile before walking off to go tell Zhou the good news.

A/N: Next part is going to be this cute ass dinner, should there be any interruptions from any other drivers? Or should it be kind of a private thing?

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Wolves and Lambs: Part 1

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Synopsis: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 2.4k

Chapter's Premise: "How could I forget? The reckless rookie during FP1. Almost crashed into me."

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"How does it feel to be the only female alpha here on the grid?" The reporter extends his mic to you during the last press conferences on the last F2 Grand Prix in Abu Dhabi.

Here we go again. "It doesn't feel any different. Everybody here puts out their all when racing and I do that too. Outside of race week, I could say that they're like my younger brothers. It's fun."

"Congratulations again for your promotion to Formula 1 for the next season. Do you have any expectations? Any goals coming in to next year?" At least this reporter is not sexist unlike the others.

"I have been the test driver for Aston Martin for almost two years now. I'm grateful that I've been given the seat alongside Fernando Alonso. Any expectations? I've seen how hard everyone works back in the factory. I hope we develop a better race-winning car. My goal is definitely to win a Grand Prix." You can't help but smile at the thought that your next career move is inching closer and closer now.

"Thank you very much. That's y/n y/l/n, everyone. Your 2023 F2 World Champion." You bid goodbye to the reporter while your Press Officer ushers you to the next reporter.

After your meeting with the Aston Martin Team, your assistant tugs your shirt to signal you to walk to Mike Krack, the team principal.

"Here comes our favorite female driver!" He enthusiastically opens up his arms to welcome you in a tight hug. "Are you ready for the next season?"

"All good. I'm itching to jump in the car and drive." You chuckle as he release you from the hug.

"Hello sir. I just would like to go through something with you." Megan, your assistant, clears her throat which caught the attention of your new team principal. "I just informed y/n that you are aware of her true classification. I want to know how do we handle it from here."

You freeze in your spot as you observe Mike's face. It was astounding that your team principal is still very much determined to add you to the lineup despite knowing that you are not an Alpha, rather an Omega. He assures that he didn't care about it but what he looks for in a driver is talent, grit, and passion.

All your former team in F3 and F2 were never made aware of this fact, even until now. You never had a problem with this secret since your heat haven't arrived yet. At 25, you were considered a very late-bloomer, Normally, one would have their first heat at around 17-20 years old. If you were asked, you prefer it to never arrive at all. Better that way, at least it won't affect you during your races if ever it comes unexpectedly.

Ultimately, you had to force your manager to be upfront with Mike Krack. She was hesitant at first but you knew it was inevitable. The first one is always unpredictable and is affected by your emotions. It's better if your contract stays intact and won't be affected by it.

"We'll keep it under wraps. Limit the people within our team. I know a few people in the media so if this gets out, we can control it. I'll do everything that I can to keep a talent such as yours." Mike pats your back as he noticed you keeping quiet at Megan's side.

It's a wonder that you were able to keep it a secret up until now. It's not that it's forbidden to have Omegas as drivers in motorsport. There were a few male Omegas and only one female Omega before. She drove for one season and retired on the next. It was a very brief stint. Since then, no female omegas were ever able to climb up to Formula 1. Well, not until you but it's a secret. For now.

Of course you want to make a name for yourself. Not just being the first female driver since the 50s but a female Omega. It's something to be proud of. Although, majority of the people are still against it and will surely doubt your talent before they even see it.

Most of the people in the paddock that are either managers, mechanics, presenters, race engineers, and PR officers are almost all Betas and a few are only Omegas; just to name a few. The drivers and team principals are almost entirely Alphas.

You remember Megan mentioned that two of the drivers on the 2024 grid are Omegas but you forgot the names. Well, she also painfully reminded you to keep your classification a secret from them so forgetting who's who is not actually a bad thing.

Back in your F3 and F2 days, whenever Alpha drivers would argue with each other and get rowdy, you could literally feel the effects within you. Shivers down to your spine, tightening chest, trembling hands. Used to having that kind of physical effect on you during those situations, you would just avoid any altercations with any of them.

You were dubbed "The Lamb" of the paddock, being the calm and collected driver out of all of them. In contrast to your nickname, you were like a wolf when you put on the helmet. You would obliterate every driver during every race, herding them to the side.

"I look forward racing alongside our new driver." You, Megan, and Mike swiftly turned your head towards one direction. The sight of the Spanish driver smiling made you freeze. "I've seen your lap times during one of the test drives at Silverstone. It's been the talk of the factory. You almost beat Max's record lap time on the track."

He's definitely an Alpha. The Alpha aura that the two time world champion exudes is definitely nerve-racking. Any other Omega should've felt this when they met him, for sure. It's good that you're used to being around Alphas that it's not obvious in your body language that you were affected.

You bumped fists with Alonso. "Let's not forget the impression you left on the other drivers on FP1 back in Abu Dhabi GP when 11 rookies joined the practice for the Driver Development Program. You drove my AMR23 like a beast and you were the only rookie who was able to put their car in the top 10. In P3, at that." Alonso chuckles, reminding him how the team radios of other drivers went when you were passing them on the track, as broadcasted.

"Thank you sir. Just wanted to show everyone who they might compete against." you replied.

"Oh you most definitely did." he smirks.

It was a comfortable welcome within Aston Martin. Even Lance Stroll, who took a break from Formula 1 to recover from his injuries due to a career-changing incident, worked with you and Alonso to work out the kinks in the car. Being the son of Lawrence Stroll, he won't leave his son out in Formula 1 in any kind of way. Plus, Lance is a familiar face back in karting days so his presence actually helps.

Days pass and it all felt like a blur. You were practically living in the factory when you made certain to be as hands-on as possible with the development of the car. When you sat in the car for almost 2 hours for the seat fitting, Megan basically bribed the other engineers to let you rest for once. The other employees nearby were laughing because Megan was pushing the other engineers away that you were hollering to come to you.

Come February, the day of the AMR24 reveal. It was the first event where you donned your green race suit in front of everyone. In the backstage, Fernando could notice the tenseness painting your face. Lance was also there with you two waiting. He smacked your back so hard that you almost cursed at him, warranting a loud laugh from Fernando.

The welcoming party for the F1 teams was held in Bahrain on the third week of February, just a few days before pre-season testing. Lance and Fernando accompanied you to a ballroom decorated elegantly from the floor to the ceiling where waiters are walking around to give hors d'oeuvres and champagne to people basically in dapper suits and sparkling dresses at every turn. F1 events never disappoint.

You gently push Lando and Fernando to leave you and to go mingle with sponsors and other people they know. Laughing at how close you got to the two drivers just after a few months of working with them. Fernando felt like a mentor and a father, while Lance felt like an annoying brother.

Multiple Alphas gathering in one venue is hurting your nose and making your head spin. As a temporary refuge, you occupy an empty seat at the bar and ordered an Amaretto Sour. It didn't take you two sips before somebody with a mild Alpha scent sits next to you. You look at the man through your periphery. Unruly hair so brown with soft curls and a gummy smile.

"Nervous on your first event?" he says, sliding his drink close to him after the bartender hands it out.

"Hm?" You swiftly turn your head at the man, still taking a sip from your drink.

"You're y/n, right? Aston Martin? I'm Lando Norris. I'm just wondering why a gorgeous woman like you is alone here at the bar?" he replies.

"Nice to meet you!" You offer your hand out to the Mclaren Driver and he shakes it. "Big events like this is not my thing. I'm just charging up my social battery right now. Fernando and Lance will likely pull me later to meet with our sponsors." You add while taking another sip to help mask the overwhelming scent of the venue.

"Tell me about it. It's an introvert's worse nightmare." Another man with an Australian accent pops up beside Lando, wrapping his arm on the man's shoulder. "I'm Oscar Piastri. Nice to meet you!"

Lando and Oscar turns out to be such a fun company to be with. They even introduced you to some of the drivers that were not so busy socializing with VIPs and sponsors; like Yuki Tsunoda, Daniel Ricciardo, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Alexander Albon, and Logan Sargeant.

Lando was about to call Charles and Max when he spotted them from afar but you were quickly pulled away by Lance to do some rubbing shoulders with your team's sponsors.

"Hey! Why did you call me?" Charles pats Lando's back then proceeds to greet the others gathered around at the bar.

"I was going to introduce you to someone but Lance swept her away." Lando scoffs as he greets Max, who appeared behind Charles.

Max and Charles search the crowd for Lance and eventually spots the man with a gorgeous girl at his side in an emerald green long dress. "Remember the driver who got P3 in FP1 when we were in Abu Dhabi?" says Lando to the two men staring at your side profile while you were busy smiling and mingling with older men.

"Y/n Y/l/n, right? Aston Martin?" Charles said, still can't peel his eyes away from you.

"How could I forget? The reckless rookie during FP1. Almost crashed into me." Max sneers, turns back at the bar and orders a drink.

"Come on mate. Like you were not? You were too aggressive at that FP1. You drove like you were racing with us already. Even overtaking at the pit lane exit." Charles lightly slapped his hand on Max's chest, earning a laugh from him and Lando.

"Still. At the end of the day, she was too eager to prove herself that it came off as reckless." Max takes the drink that he ordered and turns back around to his fellow drivers.

"Come on, you were like that when we were young. Remember our inCHIdent?" Charles, Lando, and even Pierre and Alex laughed so hard at the mention of the adorable memory of Charles and Max's rivalry when they were young.

"Maybe you're just nervous that someone might be able to finally de-throne you from your seat, your majesty?" Lando chuckles.

"We'll see at the pre-season testing if she's all bark and no bite." says Max, staring at you like you're a lamb in a wolf hunt.

"The new season of Formula 1 is just around the corner. But before the lights go out in Bahrain, you'll see all teams hit the track in three rigorous pre-season testing days. It's the first chance to see how this season is shaping up."

It was so surreal to see your driver number 13 in big font on the side of your AMR24. This is the dream and it all starts with the pre-season testing. With only just one car per team to be allowed per day, it was decided that you will drive on the first and second day, and Fernando on the third day.

You could say that it was a bit difficult on the first day. The car was superb and fast, except for the porpoising. After driving almost 150 laps with all the porpoising and understeer, your back felt like cracked uncooked noodles. The makeshift bed in your room in the garage basically inviting you to sprawl down on it. Thankfully, the car got better on the second day.

Everyone was so busy to improve everything on the car that you barely mingled with anyone outside of your team. Even on the third day where Fernando was out on track, you were still discussing with the engineers on what to improve and what strategies to use on the first race in Bahrain a week from now.

After the pre-season testing, Megan made sure to empty out at least two days in your schedule to give you a break. You woke up at around 11 am and went down to the hotel lounge to spend some time reading. Oscar was about to go to the hotel restaurant but stopped when he saw you.

"What are you reading?" You looked up behind you when you heard a voice and saw Oscar in casual clothes.

"Nothing. Just something to pass the time." You replied as Oscar takes up the couch beside you. "Are you about to have lunch?"

"Yeah. Just waiting for Lando." said Oscar, keeping his eyes on you. Oscar paused for a moment, contemplating on continuing his train of thought. "I'm curious so I'm just gonna ask it now."

"What?" you ask, closing your book.

"Why are you hiding that you are an Omega?"

Next part: Part 2

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafigther!sukuna ryomen x femcoach!reader

Part 10. Doubt

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Synopsis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Fighting. Sexual harassment. I only read it once, lmao Word count: 3656 words. A/N: Sorry for not posting this yesterday, my life has been a fucking mess lately, but that's what makes it fun, isn't it? I tried weed for the first time, it helps a lot.

Btw I made a PLAYLIST

Aoi Todo, the champions’ destroyer. In the beginning, he was just another boxer on the big MMA scene. One more rookie among the candidates desperate for a fight. No one seemed to be impressed by his skills until he stepped into the octagon for the first time. Overwhelming victory after victory, climbing steady until he reached the champion of his division, Toji Fushiguro, a feared opponent due to his great career in the UFC. For being 40 years old, he still moved as if his bones were made out of rubber.

The first fight for the title of the heavyweight division was on everyone's mouths, the stakes went through the roof. A complete rookie threatening one of the most talented champions in the industry to take his place. Aoi defeated him on his first attempt by unanimous decision. Toji took it personally so he asked for a rematch that same night and the rest is history.

“Aoi Todo is a strategist by nature, we must plan this fight carefully,” Gojo commented while reading a sports article about our future opponent that Yuuji had found on the internet.

The official Sukuna team was back in the meeting room to plan what we would do to defeat the threat that attempted against the kingdom of the king of the ring. Sukuna couldn't take his eyes off the screen that was playing the last fight Todo had against Toji, the one we watched in the penthouse a month ago.

While he couldn't take his eyes off his opponent, I couldn't stop looking at him. He looked very attractive when he was focused. His crossed arms, his slightly raised eyebrow and his penetrating eyes caught my attention every time. Sometimes I just wanted to come up behind him, hold him against my body and… “What the fuck am I thinking?” I scolded myself, forcing myself to snap back to reality.

I was trying my best to get rid of my feelings towards Sukuna. It was unprofessional, and it was obvious that it wasn’t going anywhere. He still doesn't give me any signs of romantic interest in me, he avoids me when we are in the penthouse sometimes, and he still has his “special sessions” with Shoko. I feel like a fool for getting my hopes up just because he makes me to live with him and gifted me pajamas. It didn't help that I found him attractive long before I met him in person. “Just ignore it and the feeling will go away on its own,” I thought.

“He is a boxer by specialty like Sukuna, it would be best to stay in that area. Gojo will be in charge of training this time,” Nanami wisely recommended, attracting me again to the conversation.

That was good news for me. I would still be in training, but I no longer had to be helicoptering all the time to get him to do floor exercises correctly. Plus, I could watch him train and make mental notes on how to improve my boxing skills for when I make my big comeback to the octagon. It was a unique opportunity to learn from one of the best boxers on the scene.

"That seems fine to me,” I nodded.

"He will not be an easy opponent," Yuuji commented. "Not everyone can send a legend to retirement.”

After the legendary 3 out of 3 fight, Toji Fushiguro officially announced his retirement to the press. He wasn't doing it for Aoi Todo, but because he is already over 40 years old and knows his own bodily limits. In addition, he wanted to give the spotlight to the next generation of fighters, especially his son, whom he will personally train from now on. Which means Megumi had to quit Team Black immediately to return to his father's gym. Yuuji was a bit sad because he won’t see him as often anymore, but they promised to talk to each other daily.

As we left the meeting room, we saw that almost all the members of Team Black were gathered by the entrance, watching as several delivery men left large packages at the lobby. All professionally packaged. Sukuna didn't pay any mind to them and went to train with Gojo so as not to waste time.

"What are they giving away or what?" I asked Yuuji.

"Today is the best day at the gym! Tomorrow is Sukuna's birthday,” he answered with a twinkle in his eye.

I already knew that. For a week I have been looking for the perfect birthday gift for him, but it was more complicated than I thought. When Sukuna wants something, he just buys it without paying attention to the price, an enviable custom. What can you give to someone who can pay for almost anything with their black card?

"Every year he receives hundreds of gifts from sponsors, important gyms and other athletes who want to work with him,” Yuuji explained to me.

When I used to be the champion, I also got gifts like that, but they were 10 or 20, not 80 boxes that you can turn into a tower if you stack them. Yuuji excitedly took my arm to approach the pile.

"But those gifts are for Sukuna, why are we standing in line?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Sukuna never wants their gifts because he says it's a “waste” of space, so he give it to us," Yuuji explained with a smile.

Once the delivery men finished their work, everyone rushed over to the boxes to see what they had inside. Everyone opened the boxes and exchanged the loot depending on what it was. There were expensive sports clothes, top brand protein powders, energy drinks, cutting-edge electronics, flashy watches, leather wallets, etc. It looked like a crazy Black Friday sale.

"Nikes! Good thing I share shoe size with Sukuna," Yuuji commented as he opened a pair of red sneakers with his brother's initials engraved in gold on the heel.

I took one of the boxes that were at the bottom. It had the Adidas logo printed in black all over it. I opened it to take out a black t-shirt with “Ryomen” and the number 1 written on the back. It looked like an average soccer player's jersey. It was size L, so it was too baggy for me, but I could wear it as pajamas.

"What are you going to get him, Yuuji?" I asked him directly while hanging my shirt on my shoulder.

"A compression shirt like every year, Sukuna is a simple man," he answered without giving it much importance.

That was great advice. He always wears neutral-colored clothes, the penthouse has a minimalist style, and he sticks religiously to his routine. His only hobbies are swimming in his large pool and watching old movies at night. He doesn't go out with friends, eat sweets, nor go on dates. If Sukuna wasn't a talented fighter, he would be a very boring man.

Sukuna cornered Yuuji against the ring. His fists flew towards his face, sides, and abdomen. Yuuji raised his gloves towards his face to prevent him from knocking him out. He was among the other fighters who looked up to Sukuna as if he were the new messiah. His posture was perfect, his movements were balanced, and the power of his fists were impressive. My eyes analyzed the position of his feet, the distance between his torso and his fists and the slight curvature of his back.

Yuuji has a love-hate relationship when it comes to training with his brother. He likes training with him because that way they spend more time together, and he learns to fight better, while he hated it because Sukuna never holds back. He treats every training session as if it were a championship fight. Yuuji was hurting inside, but he was doing a good job of holding on. The older one focused on getting the knockout, so Yuuji put his guard up. Bad move. Sukuna changed his strategy mid-move and began to hit him at full power in the abdomen. His little brother doubled over in pain and fell against the floor.

"Son of a bitch, I can’t breathe," Yuuji murmured, taking off his helmet.

"Don't be a crybaby. C’mon, get up," Sukuna asked him, annoyed.

"The crybaby can't fight anymore," Gojo announced. Sukuna sighed exasperatedly.

"Fast. Someone get in the ring.,” the king ordered his subjects.

Since Megumi was not there to replace Yuuji as usual, the fighters looked at each other to see who would be brave enough to go up to face the monster. They all knew that they would face the same fate as Yuuji or worse. Since there were no volunteers, I decided to get into the ring.

"Really?" Sukuna asked me with an evil smile as I helped Yuuji take off his protective gear. He seemed to be in a good mood.

"I can learn a thing or two from you," I said as I put on the protective helmet.

"Aren't you going to hurt yourself?" He scoffed. He spoke as if we were in a showdown at an official weigh-in. Sukuna was trying to intimidate me, but I was going to erase his smile.

"My doctor said that my neck is completely healed, do you know what that means?" I asked him as I put on Yuuji's boxing gloves.

Sukuna and I approach the center to continue training. Sukuna started with a hook to the liver that I evaded with the body. Our feet moved simultaneously, making the canvas squeak.

"Are you going to leave?" He asked me before punching me in the face. I pulled up my gloves to avoid the impact.

"I already told Nanami, I'll leave after the fight and leave you in the hands of another coach," I told him before throwing a hook to his cheek. It didn't connect.

"Who gave you permission to leave?" Sukuna spat, approaching me suddenly.

"Myself," I backed away.

"What if I tripled your salary?" Sukuna hit me on the shoulder.

"It's not about money," I told him once to regain my balance. "I want to return to the octagon and get back my title."

"Are you going to fight or what?" Gojo scolded us with his arms crossed. We talked a lot and fought little.

Sukuna clicked his gloves and launched a killer combo at me. I barely evaded it and went ahead to close the distance, entering his territory abruptly. I threw the best punches I could, but it wasn't enough. I was so used to using my legs to win fights that I felt completely helpless if I could only use my fists. My hooks, jabs, and uppercuts were no match for Sukuna's powerful punches. They were direct and fast. With each blow, my resistance decreased. I could barely stand.

"Coach Gojo, it's time," Shoko asked out loud so we could both hear her. Gojo ended the fight. I was saved by the physiotherapist.

Sukuna pulled himself aside from my body to sigh heavily. I took off the helmet to lighten my body. He took off his gloves without looking at me, he was focused on his thoughts. Maybe processing the news I had given him.

"When I saw you in the ring after beating Naoya, I realized that I miss fighting a lot," I explained as I approached him shyly. What he was going to say next would only be for him. "I want to be like you," I whispered without looking at his face out of embarrassment.

Sukuna’s POV

It's been a couple of months since I've been living with Y/n, and I've learned a few things about her. She is direct, strong, knows what she wants, independent and... she is extremely cute without even trying. She walks around the house in giant shirts that look like short dresses, drags her slippers across the floor in the morning before drinking her coffee, and dances with her headphones on when she thinks no one is watching. How can a girl be so docile but so dangerous at the same time? She was like a cute kitten that can transform into a fierce cheetah in a second.

Little by little, my eyes have been drawn to her daily actions. How gently her hands move when putting on another fighter's boxing gloves, how his eyes move quickly when analyzing me from head to toe and how she pulls hair away from her face, tucking her unruly hair behind her ear. I would like to stop time, so I could admire her all as long as I wanted. I was starting to like her, but there was a problem…

"Do you think Choso and Y/n make a cute couple?" Yuuji asked me through the phone.

I removed the wet towel from my face to look at him through the camera with a frown. The hot water caressed my skin, the bubbles reflected my profile in a blurry way and the flame of the aromatic candle moved subtly. It was a great evening in the comfort of my tub, but Yuuji seemed to be in the mood to ruin it.

"What the hell is that question?" I scoffed.

"Do you want to know what Choso just told me?" Yuuji asked me while raising his eyebrows.

"Someday they are going to kill you for gossiping". I sighed in annoyance. My little brother is a good guy, but he often shares things that he shouldn’t. That's why I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself instead of telling him.

"It is not gossip, it called being informed," he defended himself. "But you really want to know this. Maybe your relationship with Choso will get better soon.”

Since we were kids, Choso and Yuuji have followed me like loyal soldiers. They accompanied me anywhere at any time, we were the powerful Ryomen trio for as long as I could remember... until that blonde bitch decided to ruin everything with her poisonous presence. Every time I think about what happened, my head hurts. I miss having Choso in my life, but I wasn't going to beg him to come back. It's not my fault he doesn’t want to believe the truth.

"Choso told me that Y/n would call him when she's the protector again. Basically she confessed to him!” Itadori exclaimed excitedly.

I closed my eyes and put the warm towel back on my face. I knew Y/n liked Choso since I saw it in her eyes when we were at the bar after my victory against Fushiguro, but I didn't see Choso as in love as he was with the unmentionable. Maybe it was because I was constantly seeing them, Choso tends to get nervous easily.

When Yuuji first told me, I didn't give a damn, but I overlooked one small detail. “…when I'm the protector again” What the fuck that’s supposed to mean? Did she perhaps believe she was a superhero, chosen by God or a WWE wrestler? I thought it was an weeb joke between them or something, but I was wrong.

"When I saw you in the ring after beating Naoya, I realized that I miss fighting a lot," Y/n approached me without looking at me, her eyes looking at the floor. It was strange to see her act so shy. "I want to be like you," she whispered so that only I could hear her.

My heart skipped a beat in confusion. I knew this would happen one day. She would be leaving soon. I didn't know whether to be offended or flattered by her words. Did she really have to tell me something as cheesy as that? She is the only coach capable enough to teach me how to do floor techniques, the only one who makes me give my 110%, the only one who pays attention to the details and makes sure I achieve perfection. I couldn't lose the only coach who tolerates my attitude.

But he knew he couldn't stop her. He is a free and wild soul, he will always do whatever he wants. There was nothing to fight if he had already made a decision,I knew it why she is similar to me in that aspect. She is a champion before being my coach. If the world doesn't move, she will move it.

"That's why I want to ask you to let me train with you," she bowed in respect. It was a sight worth capturing in my mind and admiring.

"I'm not going to be nice just because you're my coach," I warned her.

"I didn't expect you to be," she told me with a smile. Y/n looked relieved for some reason.

"We start tomorrow," I told him before leaving with Shoko to the therapy room. The last thing I saw when I looked back was her sweet smile that her lips let escape thinking I wasn’t looking.

The fucking alarm woke me up at 5 in the morning as always. I turned it off with a smack and sat on the edge of the bed to fully wake up. I checked my phone and the screen was flooded with happy birthday messages that people had sent me since midnight. I threw the phone on the other side of the bed to go get some breakfast.

The crash of a metal pot caught my attention. I peeked into the kitchen expecting to see the cook, instead I found Y/n in front of the stove wearing an oversized t-shirt with my last name on the back and her hair in a messy ponytail. My eyes couldn't help but roam the length of her legs. I knew she was wearing shorts, but the length of the shirt made it look like she wasn't. It was like she was my girlfriend wearing one of my t-shirts. My face flushed at the thought. “Shit, my last name looks great on her,” I thought.

"Good morning, birthday boy," she greeted me upon realizing my existence.

"And Mrs. Kim?" I asked her as I looked over to see what she was preparing, pretending that I hadn't spent a good time looking at her. On the stove there was an egg white omelet with spinach, the toaster had a couple of breads and in the blender a green juice.

"I told her to take the day off. I will be your cook today, that will be my birthday gift,” she responded with a smile.

"And this shirt?" I asked pinching the fabric.

"Adidas I sent it to you, but since you don't want it, I kept it,” she answered without further ado.

“Well, she looks better than me,” I thought, looking at her thighs when she wasn’t looking.

While we were having breakfast, the doorbell rang. Y/n went to see who it was, there were 4 delivery men ready to delivery more boxes full of gifts. By winning 2 consecutive championship fights, sponsor gifts tripled. Y/n watched open-mouthed as the gifts continued to accumulate at the entrance. All this was a nuisance.

“More garbage,” I huffed once the mailmen left. “Take care of this," I ordered Y/n before I left to get ready to go to the gym.

"Why me?” she wondered, offended.

"I don't have time to send everything to the gym," I answered without paying attention.

"But I'll be late for training!" She exclaimed annoyed.

"So what? We don’t need you much,” I answered with a mischievous smile, I knew that answer would upset her.

"Sukuna!" She squealed in annoyance once I locked myself in my room.

End of Sukuna’s POV

I made myself a cup of coffee to start opening the boxes and putting the gifts in plastic bags so it would be easier to transport to the gym. I sat on the floor to carefully dissect each box. Backpacks, accessories, and hundreds of special socks for athletes. I felt like a little girl opening presents on a crazy Christmas morning.

I opened a box that felt extremely light. Inside was a small red leather box with the Cartier brand engraved in gold. It seemed to be really expensive. Inside was a thin gold chain with a pendant with the initials “S R” engraved on it. Quickly notice that there was a note taped to the cover. This gift wasn't like the others, it gave off a more personal vibe. My curiosity got the best of me and I opened the note.

"Happy Birthday. I hope you take advantage of this.” -Yuki

"I'm leaving," Sukuna caught my attention.

"Wait!" I exclaimed before he opened the door. If this was a special gift for him, I'll have him wear it. "This bracelet will look great on you," I grabbed his left hand to put it on his veiny wrist.

"I don't like bracelets,” He released his hand from my grip and took it away.

I was going to tell him that it was from someone called Yuki, but when he grabbed my hand, my brain went blank. His large, veined hand held mine, so I wouldn't move it. His fingers brushed my skin and I could barely breathe. My heart was beating a mile an hour and I didn't know how to react.

"It looks better on you," he said before turning the chain so that he could see the initials on it. "Matches with your shirt," He winked at me and disappeared through the door.

He closed the door and left me with my mouth on the floor. Did I dream, imagine or wish it? Sukuna had bewitched me with a spell I didn't know existed. I looked at the thin gold chain decorating my wrist in disbelief. It jingled when I turned it to read and saw the engraving again that shone in the light. Sukuna, what does this mean? I don't want to get hurt again.

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Shutter Speed (Part 2)

Jack Champion x Photographer!Reader

Part 2/3

☁︎ Fluff

Summary: y/n is a photographer for the new scream promo and Jack thinks she belongs in front of the camera rather than behind.

(Y/N POV)

"Look who decided to show up!" I hear Jenna say but I am too occupied in taping marks on the floor to turn around. Leah goes over to introduce herself, welcome the late cast to the shoot and explain the plan and rules.

"You must be Y/N?" I hear my name and stand up to correct the voice. "I'm Leah, she's Y/N." Leah turns to me as I appear next to them.

“Woah…I mean Jack, I’m hi.” The boy in front of me stutters. “No! I mean Hi, I am Jack. Sorry for being late.” I hold back a small laugh and smile. “Are you sure you’re Jack? I mean the name ‘hi’ might suit you more.” I jest. “I’m Y/N, did Leah go over all the rules? Are there any questions?” My voice moves back into professional mode as we have a lot of work to do today.

(JACK'S POV)

"You totally played that off man" Mason chuckles behind me, pulling me out of the trance that this Y/N has put me in. I feel my face heating up and I can't tell if its the multitude of lights in here or her stare that burned through my heart. God snap out of it, Jack, you have to do your job today.

I watch Y/N fall into her element and do what, I can tell that, she loves. She is mesmerizing.

"Stop drooling, she may run away" I hear Jenna whisper to me and before I can defend myself, "Umm... next I need Jack Champion over here on the blue mark please" You need me? Ok say less, I joke to myself to calm my nerves. I keep my eyes on the floor to ensure I don't trip but also so that I won't turn into a blushing mess if she looks at me. God, this is the first time I've been glad these lights are this bright.

I follow her instructions, her voice is music to my ears. It's like I am under a spell. A love spell? No lets not get ahead of ourselves. Wait, she's staring at me.

"Jack? Do you wanna see one of the photos?" Leah suggests from the side of the room, trying to break the awkward silence between the two of us. "Oh sure!" I stumble over wires to stand next to her. "No, go over to Y/N, she'll show you how everything works and how the images will be edited after the shoot."

(Y/N POV)

I give Leah a panicked look before Jack turns to walk over. His curls bounce as he hops over the leg of the tripod. "Oh you are tall." I say without thinking. "Oh yeah, but so are you." He answers looking down at me. "It's probably my shoes." I laugh, "Did you wanna see the photos?" I bring up the subject to make sure I don't say anything I may regret.

"Do you enjoy being a photographer?" Jack inquires. That sets me off. I could talk for hours about photography.

"I have loved it since I was 10 and I could not imagine persuading any other career. I am constantly thinking of photo shoots whenever I leave my house. Wall of graffiti? Photo shoot idea. Aesthetic shampoo bottle? Photo shoot idea. I am constantly inspired by everything around me which means my job can be difficult when I am given a strict brief but luckily, whoever hired us, gave us full creative freedom." I wave my arms around for emphasis. But too much emphasism as I almost hit Jack. He swerves and giggles, luckily.

"Oh shit, I am so sorry." I cringe and look back to the camera screen. "It's ok, Y/N" The way he says my name makes a swarm of butterflies flutter in me. I look up into his eyes. Brown eyes used to freak me out because it is more difficult to see the pupil, but maybe I like them a bit more now. Maybe he can help me like other things too. Ew, don't get carried away or you will scare him off.

After our stares last a beat too long, Leah clears her throat and alerts the group that we will now be moving to an outside shoot. She tells them to go back to the changing rooms to get out of their costumes and into the brand we are shooting with for the second part of the day. While they leave, Leah and I start to collect the equipment we are bringing. I grab my notebook for the checklist.

"You are doing great Y/N, especially with a certain someone." Leah raises her eyebrows and winks at me. I roll my eyes and walk over to turn off some of the bigger lights.

(JACK'S POV)

As the group walks to change, I see Jenna and Mason standing by the doors. They are sharing a similar look towards me, it's kinda freaking me out. "He totally does!" "Yep, I can see it in his eyes." I roll my eyes at their odd behavior and attempt to walk past them. "Oh no Mister."

They drag me out of the studio and into the hallway. "Man, when I said charm them with your good looks, I sorta hoped you would also charm her with the rest of you." Mason starts. "Yeah, we knew you were awkward, but not this bad. I wanted to claw my eyes out!" Jenna exclaims rather loudly.

"Could you be any louder? And it wasn't that bad, and I am not flirting!" I shout in a whisper. "No one said you were flirting, except you." Jenna retorts. "We've exposed you without even trying" Mason shouts to annoy me again. "Fine, she's really beautiful and she is really passionate about her job which is kinda cute and-"

"Ok lover boy relax, you don't need to go into detail." Jenna cuts me off with a look of both disgust and happiness, so I know she is just being sarcastic. "We will help you get this girl of your dreams" Mason adds. I can't tell if this is a bad idea but I nod and walk to the changing rooms to make sure I am not late again.

When we are all re-dressed, the cast starts to follow Leah out but I look for Y/N. I see her pacing back and forth, looking rather stressed. I don't know if me going over will make it worse. But I don't have time to decide as two pairs of hands push me towards her.

"Y/N, are you ok? Have you lost something?" "Yes! My notebok. It has all my plans and lists inside. I really need it. Like right now. Is it hot in here? Or is it just me?" She panics. "Ok, you need to sit down before you faint or something goes wrong."

I reach for her hand and gently guide her to sit next to me. I scan the room for a notebook before asking her any questions. She keeps a hold of my hand and I have to pretend not to notice or I might be the one to faint. "Is it that green thing over there?"

(Y/N'S POV)

"Oh my god! Yes it is!" I jump up and grab it. When I turn around, I am again faced with Jack's chest. I look up at him and smile. I feel weirdly calm after that whole anxiety filled fiasco, maybe it's because of Jack?

"Thank you Jack, I think I would've died without this." I try to laugh. "That's ok, I think we need to go now though, I know you have quite a strict schedule for today." He responds.

Jack offers to hold some equipment to make sure I can see where I am going over the pile of objects. When we leave the building I see the other cast members grabbing or putting away stuff in their cars so I take my kit back from Jack to allow him to do the same. I walk over to Leah to let her know I found the notebook.

"I was going to come back to help you but I heard a certain someone calming you down." She says as I stand next to her. "He is definitely your type, isn't he? Tall, lanky-" I cut her off "Yes Leah you don't need to continue. I can't let a silly crush get in the way of today though. It's not even a crush! I've not even known him for five minuets! All I know is his name." I say so fast I almost run out of breath.

"Let's get going while the sun is still out." I shout to the group.

(This is the photoshoot that inspired this series so you can vision this location and photoshoot style)

(TIME SKIP + STILL Y/N POV)

We have been talking photos outside in both groups and alone. It's so sunny outside that no lights are needed, just portable reflectors. Which are big circles of materials that bounce the sun in a chosen direction. Leah and I split up for the last half an hour as we have different ideas due to the location and lighting right now. Some of the cast have moved away to film TikToks and to stand in the shade but some are continuing to model for us if they have less photos than others.

I noticed Jack had finished talking to Mason and Jenna before he started walking over to me.

"Hey Y/N! Is there any last ideas in your notebook?" He asks.

"Oh just this one." I start. "Because of the harsh sun I am are able to play around with different filters on my camera. One of my favorite makes stars in light reflections, would you try out over here?" My hands are shaking as I hand him a small square of mirrored glass.

We mess around for a while, me running back and forth to show him how to pose, how to angle the mirror to reflect light and to show him the results. After a while I am so out of breath that Jack finds it funny.

As the sun starts to go down, the cast all joins up for the last photo including Leah and I for our Instagram. We all start walking back slightly delirious due to the amount of running around some of us had been doing. Jack is walking next to me, at the back of the group, continuing one of our random conversations from earlier.

"You are really talented Y/N, I know you have probably been told that a lot today, but you really are." Jack says in a slight hushed tone. I can't control the big smile on my face. He is such a genuine human being. "Thank you for being a wonderful model." I laugh.

I notice him glance ahead at the group before slowing down and truing to me. "I don't know if i have read this situation wrong but I think you are beautiful and I get feel like we get along so well even though we haven't known each other that long and I am rambling aren't I?" He looks down at his feet and rakes a deep breath.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me?" He finally looks me in the eye as he says this. "Wow Jack, of course I will. I don't think someone has made me laugh this much, apart from myself obviously" I jest. We trade numbers as we catch up with the group.

After the cast all go their separate ways, Leah and I burst out into screams of happiness. "MY BEST FRIEND IS GOING ON A DATE WITH A HOT, FAMOUS PERSON WHOOOOOP" Leah shouts as we skip around the car park, arms linked.

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Cold M.S

The late January Swedish sun had set, causing the already chilled daytime temperatures to plummet further. Despite January being cold in Switzerland, Y/N still hadn’t fully prepared herself for Pite Havsbad, the y/h/c girl found solace in the hotel's shower, the familiar scent of jasmine and patchouli slowly defrosting her aching joints. Once dried the oversized Race of Champions snow + ice dark blue hoodie Y/N had stolen from Mick added another layer of warmth. It smelled of him and It had become a welcomed temporary addition to her traveling wardrobe.

“Mick, are you ok?” the girl asked in concern, her e/y/c eyes falling on the unusually quiet German. Closing the bathroom door behind her Y/N couldn’t help but frown at the lack of response, she’d expected a tired hum in reply at the very least like most race weekends, but instead the young driver just nodded sniffling slightly “Think I’m getting a cold.” Mick added slowly, attempting to clear his throat when he realised how congested he sounded.

Shuffling closer to the silent man Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on Mick’s forehead. He had no obvious signs of a  temperature but they couldn’t risk him deteriorating overnight especially with Mick proving the non-believers wrong by competing so well. Team Deutschland’s prowess had reassured Mick that he was good at racing. It was clear to the young couple that the German was still struggling with the loss of his Formula One seat, the position of reserve Driver for Mercedes doing nothing to stop the rumors that Mick was abusing his Father’s status in the racing community. Some people still thought Mick owed his entire career to sharing a last name with the legendary Michael Schumacher. The fact the young Driver had won races and championships on his own sheer ability seemingly irrelevant. 

“No temperature, but you sound like you're coming down with something.” the y/h/c woman agreed, shooting the driver a pitiful smile. Groaning in response Mick grumbled burrowing his head against the pillow, it was just his luck. “Right hot shower to try and help steam clear your sinuses, drink some water and I know you hate it but Tiger balm.” Y/N listed quickly hoping her authoritative tone would get Mick to ignore the last suggestion. Getting up to search one of the suitcases for the incriminating herbal balm, Y/N paused sensing the German was yet to move. “What?” the y/h/c young woman asked, turning back to face the man. He still looked slightly peaky, but this time a dopey smile was sat on his face. 

“You're turning into a race mum” the German Driver exclaimed in admiration, watching his girlfriend who’d returned to the task in hand. Mick couldn’t help but love when Y/N was protective of him, even if it was over something as simple as him getting sick. She’d accepted the hectic racing lifestyle and all the things that came with it, he could never thank her enough for that. 

“What?! No I’m not?” the y/s/c girl mumbled defensively, walking back towards the bed, placing the pot of tiger balm on the bedside table distracting herself from Mick’s denby orbs. “You so are Schatz. Look at you all concerned over my health.” Mick replied in a teasing sing-song tone. “All this concern over little old me.” the German added a throaty chuckle erupting from his chest. Scoffing Y/N pulled a face “What do you mean over “little old you.” You're nothing special Schumacher. I thought I'd go and check on some of the other drivers this evening… who knows maybe Felipe’s coming down with a cold too… after all the temperature difference between here and Brazil….” the girl trailed off taking a sharp breath. “He didn't even have a snow jacket until the other day the poor guy.” Y/N added in faux serious.  

“No… I’m not sharing.” the German explained playing along, gently wrapping his pale arms around the girls waist before falling back against the headboard dragging Y/N with him who squealed aloud in surprise. “Spoil sport!” Y/N mumbled, placing a kiss just below the Driver’s ear, it being the only piece of skin accessible in her comfortable position tucked under his chin. “Still need to try and clear those sinuses though Micky.” the y/h/c girl added her mind still on the mission of trying to not let the youngest Schumacher get sick , gently removing herself from the German’s comforting hold. 

Inspired by Will Buxton sharing the fact Mick had a cold today at ROC

[butterflyintochains]

Persona Non Grata

Austin 2023, and someone who the grid gang hoped to never see again has reared his ugly face on the same week as the US Grand Prix at COTA. Social Media AU attempt.

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Deux Moi

Well, well, well. Looks like we've got some F1 drama on our hands this week, friends! According to social media, the ex of the world champion's wife is attending this year's United States Grand Prix. The ex is effectively persona non grata in the paddock, could be spicy.

-Enty

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🏁The Grid Gang GC 🏁

Smooth Operator: Dios mio, have you lot seen instagram lately? Is he insane? Lily the Elder: ikr? And, has anyone heard from the Verstappens? Predestinato: Nope, Max and Julia have went completely silent. I've tried ten times to get their phones. Ministro: Did he have to show up now of all times? He's had four years to show his ugly face, why now? Nando: Seb told me this was called a drive-by. He wants to check in on Julia to see if he's still in her head. Saint Alexandra: Why, tho? She's literally married to Max? SirLewis: That trauma doesn't go away easily, Alex. Pastry: Okay, uhh... who's 'he' and why do we hate him? HoneyBadger: 'He' is Julia's ex-boyfriend, Joseph. He was an abusive pos, banned her from talking to Max, beat her up all the time. And, he's coming to cota this year. LogieBear: Oh... oh, fuck him. SuperMax: Ok, finally calmed my wife down. Lando Nowins: Max! Thank God! Is our lioness alright? SuperMax: She's asleep right now, in my arms, where she belongs. Biggest panic attack she's had in years. Nando: How are you, mi nino? SuperMax: Honestly? Fucking furious, she's made so much progress, we just got married, and he wants to ruin it all. Albono: He won't, she's got us, and so do you.

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JoDeschamps:

liked by: BellaWatson, universityofga, and 300 others.

JoDeschamps: Austin, here I am! Can't wait to see some amazing racing in my old home state.

Replies:

BellaWatson: Gonna miss you this week, babes 😘

JoDeschamps: Won't be gone long, baby 💕

universityofga: Have fun this week off, professor! You've more than earned it.

RBRBeloveds: Oh, the lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

LecfosaSiempre: Please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me this isn't who I think it is.

danielricciardo: Someone let this cunt become a professor? After all he did to pumpkin?

Orange_Tifosi: DANIEL?? schecoperez: And, he has a new girlfriend? How? YukierreBestBoys: Checo?

Charles_Leclerc: come to harass my little sister and her husband?

JoDeschamps: Her husband? She has a husband? maxverstappen1: Hi, how are you doing, asshole? Remember me?

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@F1Gossip: tweeted october 18th 2023 at 6pm.

Rule one for life: do not piss off the drivers. No idea what's going on, but Daniel, Checo, Charles, and Max were seen commenting on a random university professor's instagram post about his attendance at the US GP this weekend.

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🏁The Grid Gang GC 🏁

SirLewis: Dan, Max, Charles, Checo - what have you done? HoneyBadger: The cunt deserved it, Lewis. Predestinato: ^ SuperMax: Just sticking up for my wife, mate. Nando: We expect this from you three. Checo, amigo, care to explain? Ministro: Julia matters to me too, Nando. PGasly: Yeah, I think he can take a bit of hell, he dished it out to Julia for a year. Lando Nowins: Amen, who gets to run him over in the pitlane? Predestinato: Me, clearly. SuperMax: Wait, why clearly you? Predestinato: I'm her brother, duh. SuperMax: I'm her husband. LadyLioness: Neither of you are running him over, you're not ruining your careers for me. Yukino: She's alive!! GeorgieBoy: How are you, Julia? LadyLioness: I've been better, but, I'm four years older now than I was back then. So, I'm better equipped to handle this. ReinaRebecca: You're being a girlboss on insta with Alex and Kika, aren't you? LadyLioness: Becs, babe, I am a wife of a world champion, and a CEO, I am above such childish things. KikaGomes: She is. LadyLioness: KIKA!

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JuliaVerstappen:

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JuliaVerstappen: Help a girl out with her outfit for her first ever US GP, please. Also, thanks to my girls, Kika and Alex, for being my stylists and photographers today! 💝💝

replies:

maxverstappen1: I still can't believe you're my wife. 🥵

JuliaVerstappen: Says the sexiest driver to ever race. 😍

VitaLuxuria: One of our CEOs absolutely slaying as usual.

redbullracing: Juliette turning our garage into fashion week, as per usual, we stan!

scuderiaferrari: She was ours first, guys, remember that. StefanieJoubert: Oooh, custody battle! JuliaVerstappen: Well, I'm married to one, sister to the other, so... Also, Steffi, go to bed.

francisca.cgomes: I'd go for option one, but idk, you look amazing in basically everything except beige.

JuliaVerstappen: Yeah, I vibe with the blue. Might save option two for Vegas.

RBRBeloveds: So, in response to her ex who should be in jail turning up, girlie decides to outslay her enemy, huh?

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F1:

liked by: Charles_Leclerc, scuderiaferrari, JuliaVerstappen, and 1.7 million others.

F1: Green and mean! Charles Leclerc bags pole position in Austin for 2023! Lando Norris of McLaren to start P2, and Lewis Hamilton of Mercedes to start P3.

replies:

Charles_Leclerc: Bring it on, Austin!

LecfosaSiempre: Did anyone notice Charles just glaring at someone in the grandstand across from his garage? Was that he who must not be named?

PapayaGirlie: Wait, what? Who is he who must not be named? I'm new here. RBRBeloveds: Oh, boy, strap in. So, basically, before Juliette was Mrs Verstappen and Queen of the Orange Army. She was with this absolute dick called Joseph, he was mega abusive, and should be in jail, but he's here at cota. He's basically the worst. PapayaGirlie: Oof, where's Juliette rn? LecfosaSiempre: Sky just showed her hugging Charles. 😊

scuderiaferrari: Another pole, Ferrari clean sweep? Sprint shootout is tomorrow, let's keep it up!

JuliaVerstappen: Andiamo, Charlie!! Forza!

maxverstappen1: Schatje? My own wife? JuliaVerstappen: Mon vainqueur, how about we skip group dinner tonight? 😉 maxverstappen1: Okay, you win. redbullracing: pigs are flying!! Max just let someone win something! maxverstappen1: My wife is different, and I love her 🥰

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@F1Gossip: tweeted 20th october 2023 at 5:30 pm.

So, it seems like our hunch was true. The professor on insta is the abusive ex of Juliette Verstappen. After seeing his insta, he's from Marseille, emigrated to Georgia, and teaches history at U of G. He's also at cota. Hope all measures are being taken to ensure Mrs Verstappen's safety this weekend. 1/3

@F1Gossip: tweeted 20th october 2023 at 5:40 pm.

The recent revelation making a recent blind item on the celebrity gossip site Deux Moi even more harrowing. We must stress, this is not celeb gossip or drama. This is a potentially dangerous man being allowed back into the same place as his victim. Mrs Verstappen is an abuse survivor, and is now in the same place as her ex-abuser. 2/3

@F1Gossip: tweeted 20th october 2023 at 5:45 pm.

Last one, promise. Seems as though Juliette is being protected while outwith the Red Bull and Ferrari garages. Christian Horner just name dropped her security guard as Anthony, an ex Welsh Guard, and he's being very vigilant with Mr and Mrs Verstappen's safety. 3/3

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JuliaVerstappen:

liked by: maxverstappen1, VitaLuxuria, and 200 others.

JuliaVerstappen: Hey all, just needed to address some things real quick before sprint day. Yes, my ex-abuser is here. Yes, that terrifies me no end. But, I am okay. I have a wonderful husband, an amazing brother, and the best family ever. Anthony is protecting me. Red Bull are keeping me safe. He does not own me anymore, I've been with Max four times as long. He is a tiny dot in my story, not even a page. Thank you for the concern 😘

replies are limited to followers only.

maxverstappen1: You are the strongest person I know, liefje.

Charles_Leclerc: Je t'adore, papillon.

danielricciardo: Proud of you for this post, pumpkin.

StefanieJoubert: My bestie was not built to break.

francisca.cgomes: Keep up the good work, Anthony!

AlexSaintMleux: Love you, ma soeur!

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redbullracing:

liked by: F1, maxverstappen1, JuliaVerstappen, schecoperez, and 1.5 million more.

redbullracing: The lion roars back to win the sprint at the 2023 US Grand Prix in dominant fashion. The three time world champion beating rival Lewis Hamilton and brother-in-law Charles Leclerc to the win, and is due to start P6 for the main race tomorrow.

replies:

schecoperez: Vamos, hermano!!

JuliaVerstappen: That's my man! Forever blown away with watching you race, amour. 💜

maxverstappen1: Always race my best when you're here, schatje. 🧡

F1: The champion is not done yet, people! The season isn't over until it's over. 💪

danielricciardo: For a guy who 'hates' sprints, he sure does win a lot of them.

JuliaVerstappen: He likes them, he just doesn't wanna admit it.

RBRBeloved: Did anyone catch the interview with Brundle where Max said he hoped they'd never be in the same place as J*seph again? And, he wishes he'd go back to Georgia?

LecfosaSiempre: Yeah! He is such a great husband! Julia is so lucky to have him. 😍 PapayaGirlie: He also dedicated his win to all survivors of DV around the world. We stan a great husband. I'm a McLaren girl, but Max is my backup for sure.

Charles_Leclerc: I'd have won had my stupid tires not rebelled on me.

maxverstappen1: Just keep telling yourself that, mate. joris_trouche: I believe you, Charlie. redbullracing: Boys, this is an official team post you know? 😁

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JoDeschamps:

liked by: BellaWatson, universityofga, and 400 others.

JoDeschamps: Such a cool day, the sprint was super boring, but, COTA is truly incredible. Can't wait until tomorrow!

replies:

StefanieJoubert: Boring? Goodness, wonder why you found it boring? 🤔

maxverstappen1: Probably because I won, Steffi. #sourgrapes. DaphneDubois: Get his ass, Max! Or, does Julia have your phone? maxverstappen1: Nope, all me, 😊 Julia is answering some work emails rn. Then, we're going out to dinner.

landonorris: COTA is incredible, shame you're here.

BellaWatson: Who are these men, and why are they harassing my boyfriend? I don't get it.

alex_albon: You might wanna ask him for the truth once he's home... lilymunhe: Or just trawl through social media enough? Like, this info isn't exactly hidden? georgerussell63: Or, better still, send a dm to JuliaVerstappen, she'll tell you everything you need to know.

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JuliaVerstappen Messages:

BellaWatson: Uhh, hi... someone called George Russell told me to dm you about my boyfriend? JuliaVerstappen: Okay? Who's your boyfriend? BellaWatson: Joseph Deschamps... JuliaVerstappen: Oh, girlie... has be banned you from talking to anyone? Beat you purple for any tiny annoyance to him? Banned you from wearing colour so you don't look better than him? BellaWatson: No? JuliaVerstappen: Does he yell at you when he doesn't get his way? Freeze you out for days at whim? BellaWatson: No? JuliaVerstappen: That's what he did to me four years ago, before I married my husband. Those guys who are on his insta comments are my husband (Max Verstappen), my brother (Charles Leclerc), and our family. All are F1 drivers. JuliaVerstappen: They all saved my life, and now I'm paying it forward. I don't know you, but I do know him. BellaWatson: Will he do all that to me? JuliaVerstappen: He will, eventually. He's probably doing it already, and you don't recognise it. BellaWatson: What do I do? JuliaVerstappen: I'll not tell you what to do. But, get ready for a difficult conversation on monday. BellaWatson: Who did he ban you from talking to? JuliaVerstappen: My husband. I've been with Max for three years, but in love with him since I was sixteen, we met when I was eleven. He hates Max, that's why he called the sprint boring. BellaWatson: Why did he do that? JuliaVerstappen: He knew I was in love with Max and not him, so he tried to isolate me from him. BellaWatson: Do I... break up with him? JuliaVerstappen: That's up to you, and whether he's grown up any since me. Nice talking to you, anyway. BellaWatson: Nice talking to you too.

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F1:

liked by: redbullracing, maxverstappen1, JuliaVerstappen, and 2 million others.

F1: Awesome in Austin! Our three time world champion claims a flawless third win in a row at the Circuit of The Americas in Texas. Beating out Lewis Hamilton and Lando Norris. His 50th race win, and the first time his wife was with him in Austin!

replies:

redbullracing: Our Dutch lion continues his hunt 🦁

maxverstappen1: Good weekend at work I'd say! 🧡

schecoperez: Vamos, Max! Vamos, hermano!!

JuliaVerstappen: Allez, mon vainqueur, je t'aime.

maxverstappen1: Ik houd van je, schatje.

teamredlinesim: Not bad for a side gig between sim races 😁

RBRBeloved: Max's speech on the podium was to die for 😍 dedicating his win to his wife and all survivors of domestic abuse, highlighting her charity work in his speech.

BellaWatson: Well done, Max!

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JuliaVerstappen:

liked by: VitaLuxuria, StefanieJoubert, maxverstappen1, and 500k more.

JuliaVerstappen: My husband, my soulmate, my champion. My first time coming to Austin definitely paid off. 💜🧡

replies:

maxverstappen1: Nice looking man you've got there, beautiful, hope he's treating you well.

JuliaVerstappen: Oh, he does, thanks. maxverstappen1: Do you think he'd mind if you missed group dinner tonight? JuliaVerstappen: I think I can fit him in.

DaphneDubois: Bravo, Maxy!!

StefanieJoubert: Keep it up, mon ami.

lukecraneofficial: That's our boy!!

teamredlinesim: Think you can let us borrow him for a bit once you're back in Monaco?

JuliaVerstappen: Depends... lukecreaneofficial: On what? JuliaVerstappen: 😉

VitaLuxuria: Well done to our CEO's husband on his win in Austin!! We're breaking out the Red Bull tonight, Max!

RBRBeloveds: Not Max and Julia getting spicy on main 🥰, parents, please!

JuliaVerstappen: Spicy? Us? Never! Nope, we're totally family friendly, not even one spice, eh, Max? maxverstappen1: Well... my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, so... JuliaVerstappen: Said by the most beautiful man in the world. RBRBeloveds: Proving my point exactly 😊😄 JuliaVerstappen: Got us there.

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maxverstappen1:

liked by: JuliaVerstappen, redbullracing, fernandoalo-official, and 1.2 million others.

maxverstappen1: Date night with my simply lovely and gorgeous wife.

replies:

F1: The king and queen of our paddock, looking absolutely wonderful in black.

redbullracing: We're looking respectfully 👀

YukierreBestBoys: So am I... honest, I am.

danielricciardo: How can Max go from team polo and jeans to full tux in an hour? Pumpkin, are you a witch?

maxverstappen1: Yes, she is. When you've got a wife like I do, you have to keep up. JuliaVerstappen: Tresor, don't do that, please. You are the sexiest man in the world.

LecfosaSiempre: Here my dumbass was thinking Charles was the best looking Leclerc sibling... wow.

Charles_Leclerc: wdym? I still am?

francisca.cgomes: Pierre, you and I need to step up our game, omg.

pierregasly: Preach!

maxiel_lovechild: Is it just me, or has Max gained a whole new energy since the wedding? Like, man is glowing.

Orange_Tifosa: IKR? Like, we are not ready for these two having kids. Julia has went from cute to sexy so effortlessly. And, Max has went from baby to alpha almost too quickly. We are not ready for milf Julia and dilf Max. Pucks_and_Pirellis: And you know these two are going to have the most adorable kids ever.

PapayaGirlie: Still new here, but how do I get adopted by them? Also, I bet J*seph's head just exploded.

liked by maxverstappen1. liked by JuliaVerstappen.

SilverWar_Child: That middle pic is giving 'rulers of all we survey' energy.

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@F1Gossip: tweeted 22nd october 2023 at 10pm.

After coming out of dinner, Max and Juliette ran into some fans of theirs, and signed every autograph. Can attest, was there: they are literally the sweetest couple ever. Max looked so handsome in his tux, and Julia was beauty made flesh in her evening gown. I also can confirm, the abusive ex left before the trophy ceremony. 1/2

@F1Gossip: tweeted 2nd october 2023 at 10:30pm.

And yes, before you ask, Anthony was tailing them from a respectful distance. Honestly, they should hire him for security full time. Can't get much better than an ex-Welsh Guard Captain. So, there ends my coverage of the weekend, see y'all in Mexico! 2/2

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Just something fun and experimental. Hope this finds an audience!

[dd122004dd]

Silk Dragoness

So, we recently got a Caesar Flickerman Request. It’s...okay. I feel like the smut is a bit....yeah.

Request: The plot I came up with is that fem reader is a tribute from a career district so she likes the games and a crush on Ceaser. So she asks the stylist to make her a revealing and sexy outfit then she has her interview she flirts with him in a very sexual / suggestive way. Caesar accidentally gets a boner on stage which he has to hide somehow till he gets of stage. He then has sex with her backstage. There is an age gap cause reader will be 18 (oldest a tribute can be) and Caesar is in his late 50s at least in the movies

Warnings: Age gap, obsession, rough sex

 Swathes of fabric were effortlessly draped over her torso as multiple stylists worked on her dress, pulling her arms in various directions while simultaneously testing swatches on her skin. 

Her stylist Amarilla waltzed into the large room, her heels clacking on the floor as she walked towards her, clicking her tongue at the three junior stylists. 

 “No, No Never, No! Fuchsia? No. God, which one of you nitwits picked these colors? It’s like you’re blind to her complexion. Shoo, make yourselves scarce. It seems like I’ll have to do all the work myself.” 

“Hello Amarilla.” 

 “Hello darling. Sorry to leave you to be poked and prodded at in the hands of those imbeciles. But fear not, I’m here now.” The stylist greeted. 

 “Aah, my knight in shining armor.” She said, rolling her eyes. 

 “Well, what can I say, you’ve discovered my secret identity.” Amarilla teased. 

 “So, what were you thinking? For my outfit?” 

 “I’m thinking something BOLD, ELEGANT, SEXY something that screams District 1. Something luxurious. Not like the past years’ outfits. I want you to be seen as a warrior, like a goddess made mortal.” 

 “And how do you propose to do that? Douse me in glitter like all the other districts?” 

 “Oh, ye of little faith. Just watch and wait.” The stylist said, smirking. 

 ~

Bred to fight she’d watched the Games since she was a child. Her attention fixated on the heroic champions from her district who ruthlessly conquered the others, yet her gaze was drawn to the flamboyant man who made and broke tributes with a sly word or a well-placed comment. 

As the years passed, his figure changed, his style became more colorful yet she found herself more entranced by his presence, his personality, his charm. With time he became more suave, coy on stage with a twinkle behind his eye, as if he knew a secret yet this served to intrigue her further. 

Her desire to understand him, to learn everything about him from the very lilt of his voice to the curve of his spine consumed her waking moments. Even the night could never provide any respite. Yet, her desire fueled her. 

Determined to meet the man she craved; she worked harder than any candidate before her. And when the opportunity to volunteer finally came, she snatched it, with eager fingers and a wide smile. 

The day had finally arrived, after years of training here it was, the moment she’d waited for, the moment she’d trained for, dreamt about. She could almost taste it; it was so close yet so unbearably far. She was confident she’d snatch everyone’s attention in the dress she wore. 

 Taking a deep breath and steeling her nerves she moved towards her carriage, awaiting the gates opening. 

 ~ 

 His crimson eyes scanned through the tributes of that year. Young, boring adolescents sent to the slaughter like lambs in the stew he so deeply favored. After years of doing the same job, it started becoming more…routine, less thrilling than it was in his youth. The tributes were more or less the same, different faces but the same people reproduced over and over. The monotony made it impossible for anyone to stand out. Everyone was dressed in the same bright shades, the artists repeated styles in garish colors that were too flashy or ill-made. All in all, life had become boring. No one caught his attention anymore. He’d hoped that this year would be different but it was shaping up to be the same as the ones before. 

Snapped out of his thoughts, he watched as the first tribute rode in, stealing his breath away from him. As if a goddess riding into battle on a chariot she held herself with confidence, raising her arms akin to a god summoning their hordes. She basked in the chorus of cheers. A goddess to her fanatics. Her body wrapped in shimmering beige with silver swirling lines standing out from the dress, from a distance it was almost blending in with her skin, making her look almost nude in her visage. Embroidered on the dress was the body of a crimson dragon, slithering and fire-y as it curled around her body before crawling up her neck and merging into a scaly high-neck, flaring behind her, forming a glowing red halo behind her head. The edges of her dress were a gradient of vermillion to beige, depicting a goddess bathed in blood, one who trudged through a field of martyrs. 

 Her hair was placed into an intricate style atop her head, giving a delicious view of her nape. The style was held together with sophisticated looking gold pins that looked dainty to the naked eye, yet only on closer inspection could one truly tell how dangerous they were. 

 The Master of Ceremonies was awestruck at the beauty before him. A picture of deadly elegance that called to a part of him long suppressed within the fanfare of the capitol. He felt arousal stir within him as he gazed upon the beauty enveloped in his colors, a mere coincidence that they’d both chosen crimson that year. As he convinced himself of the pure coincidence, she looked directly at him and smirked before turning her attention back to the crowd. Yes, this year would be one to watch, of that he had no doubt now. 

 He was startled out of his musings by the man sitting beside him, announcing the next tribute, he focused on his job, slightly struggling to ignore the beauty who demanded his attention. 

 ~ 

 Time flew quickly and soon he was once again before the cameras. He felt more in control, in his element as he basked in the attention the audience laved over him. After getting the crowd excited, he called forth the first tribute. The male from District 1 was the same as all the others had been. Arrogant, prideful and a desire to win, paired with a charming smile that made the ladies and gents’ swoon. After him, the next tribute was the fiery goddess herself. 

 “Aah next is our favorite tribute from District 1!” 

 Adorned in a silky-transparent dress that left little to the imagination with an off-the-shoulder sleeves and a plunging neckline that showed a hint of cleavage. If that was not enough to rush the man into an early grave her dress also had a slit that ended at her thigh, giving him a tantalizing view of her smooth legs. Her hair flowed down her back, swaying with every step she took, tempting him to wrap his fingers within her locks.  He felt himself stiffen as she swayed towards him, smiling as she took in his gaze. His eyes traveled down her body, halting at a few places before moving on and before he knew it, she was standing before him, smiling teasingly. 

 “Hello Mr. Flickerman, you’re looking particularly charming. Is that a Carla Rye I see?” 

 “Aah, a flatterer with an eye for fashion, isn’t she just charming folks?” he said, preening at her compliment. 

The audience roared with approval. 

 “Well, I only speak the truth Mr. Flickerman,” 

 “Oh please, my father was Mr. Flickerman, call me Caesar.” 

 “Caesar. Caesar. Caesar. Well, it’s a true pleasure to finally meet you.” She purred, almost caressing his name. As if by just saying his name she could almost taste him. 

 Hearing her say his name was almost criminal to his senses as her crimson lips curled around the syllables. 

 “-everyone was enthralled by your last outfit. So, tell us a little more about today’s outfit, you caught everyone’s eye with your dramatic entry at the Tribute Parade.” 

 “Ah, well it’s all thanks to my dear stylist Amarilla, she’s been truly incredible and her hands are simply magic.” 

 “Speaking of magical hands, I’ve heard your weapon of choice is a spear. A rather unique choice of weapon, wouldn’t you say?” “Oh Caesar, I’ve been playing with sticks since I was young. I know how to handle a rod, how to maneuver it to do my bidding and lastly, I know how to strike with it. My aim is deadly and I know how to get exactly what I want,” She said to him, eyes trailing his body before looking into his eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. 

The innuendo was not lost on the older man as he re-adjusted his position, attempting to hide his growing erection from the younger woman. He knew she was toying with him and he planned on making her pay for it, soon. 

Breathing through his nose, he moved on to the next question. 

 “Aah, a confident woman. How does it feel to be here? To be a tribute in the Hunger Games? Are you excited? Nervous? Anxious? Confident?” 

 “Oh Caesar, I’ve been dreaming of this day since I was a child. Being here, in front of you and all your wonderful people is truly a gift. It’s what I’ve worked so hard for. But I do have to admit, I’m a bit nervous than I expected.” She said bashfully, feigning nervousness 

Seeing her nervousness, he held her hand within his, tingles running up his arm as he said, “There’s no need to be nervous.” 

She smiled, leaning closer to the man in a show of seductive gratitude, exposing more of her cleavage to the man in the process. He felt his heart quicken and his moth becoming drier as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. A perverse image crossed his mind of her, on her knees with smudged lipstick and make-up running down her cheeks. 

 “Thank you,” she whispered breathily. 

 “So, you said you’ve been a fan of the games since you were a child. Do you have any favorite victor over the past years?” 

 “Oh I think I’d be lying if I said all the victors were my favorite but I do appreciate the ferocity with which they’ve fought in the games though I have to admit my favorite victor was Cashmere, she’s truly brilliant but I’d be lying if I said my gaze wasn’t stolen away by- oh I don’t think I should say-” 

 “Oh, you definitely should! Which victor stole your gaze away?” He asked, leaning in. 

 “Well, my gaze was stolen away by you, Caesar.” She confessed. The audience gasped and awed at the girl. 

 Taken aback by the girl’s confession he felt flustered and flattered. Taking a moment to compose himself, feeling his erection straining against his tailored trousers. The little minx knew what she was doing. 

 “Ha ha,ha. You flatterer.” He said, trying to brush off her confession as a mere joke, yet he saw a glint of sincerity in her eyes before it was quickly replaced by amusement. 

 “Some people call me foxy.” 

 “I’d call you a vixen.” He said under her breath before smiling at the woman and continuing with the interview, readjusting his pants to hide his erection from view.

 ~ 

 The interviews after hers were pure torture. Having to suppress the urge to corner the sly minx and constantly re-adjust in his seat he finally finished the last interview, bringing the show to a close and wishing the tributes good luck. 

 As soon as the lights dimmed, he sauntered back-stage. A composed look on his face as he searched for the object of his new-found desires. He was about to ask someone about her where-abouts when he spotted her from the corner of his eyes. She looked directly at him, grinning slyly as she seductively turned, revealing her open back as she walked away, subtly beaconing him to follow. 

 Straightening his back, he calmly followed her. A predator to prey, though who was truly the predator one could only guess. He sped up his pace till he was so close to her that he could almost feel every curve of her body. Roughly curling his hand around her wrist, he whispered, “That’s enough running, little fox.”

“Who said I was running?” 

 “You’ve been a naughty little minx, teasing me in front of millions,” he whispered against her neck, taking in her scent. 

 Turning her around he pinned her against the grey walls of the little dressing room they found themselves in. Grinning at his display of dominance she taunted, “So? What are you gonna do about it?” 

 At her reply he merely smirked at the younger woman, a predatory look in his eye as he crashed his lips against hers in a battle of teeth and tongue. The pair fought, consuming each other in the kiss, one desperate the other dominant. A battle of the wills as he dominated her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, consuming her.

Pinning her hands against the wall he whispered, “What am I gonna do? I’m gonna punish you for teasing me then I’m gonna fuck you till you cant stand, till you can barely breathe, till all you can feel is me.” 

 She moaned aloud at his declaration, finally she’d be getting what she has always wanted. 

“Such a needy slut.” He whispered before backing away. She looked at him, curiosity coloring her gaze as the distance between them increased. 

 “Well, since you love to perform in front of millions its only fair if you give me a show, isn’t it?” He said, smirking at the beauty. 

 Biting her lip, she looked at him through her eyelashes before humming and slowly peeling off the dress from her body, revealing her skin to him bit by bit till not a single stitch of cloth could be found on her body. 

The older man languished in his need for her, gazing at the young woman who stared at him with equal desire, beaconing him to touch her. “What a pretty girl. So eager to do anything I command of you.” He said before crossing the distance between them and pressing her against the wall once again, devouring her mouth with his. 

 After the heated kiss he smirked at her before weaving his fingers within her hair and forcing her to her knees. “Now, pet. Would you like a little treat for being so obedient? For being a good little girl?” 

“Yes sir.” She said, nodding her head eagerly. Satisfied at her reply he quickly undid his tailored pants and palmed himself before pushing his cock towards her lips. 

 She opened her mouth to have a taste when he tutted, slapping her face lightly. Startled by his action she looked up at him, questioning. 

“Good girls ask for permission,” he stated simply. 

 Understanding his silent demand, she begged, “Please sir, please let me suck your cock. Please, let me be a good girl. Let me give you pleasure,”   

Grinning, he told her to go ahead. She wrapped her lips around his cock, moaning at his salty-musky taste, taking her time in appreciating his unique flavor. She used her tongue to caress the vein under his cock before bobbing her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked.

Growing impatient at her slow pace Caesar held her head by her hair before thrusting wildly into her open mouth, the sounds of her gagging on his cock was music to his ears. 

Keeping her mouth lax she enjoyed the feeling of him dominating her, thrusting into her mouth till her throat felt hoarse. As he fucked her mouth, she felt drool slide down her chin and the heat between her legs throbbed, begging to be addressed. 

Mascara bled down her cheeks as pleasure enveloped her senses. Her crimson lips smudged from his affections. Her back arching in pleasure, flexible muscles taut in the face of his ministrations. 

Feeling close to his release he stopped thrusting into her mouth, pulling out quickly and leaving her whimpering for him. 

 He smiled at the girl before him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Make-up smudged and a dazed look in her eyes as she tried to focus on him. 

 “You said you adored me pretty; well, why don’t you show me how much you want me. Kneel. Beg me to fuck you, beg me to have mercy.” He said to the sitting girl. 

 “Caesar. Sir. Please. I need you. I’ve craved you since I was a child. I’ve waited for this moment for years. Please sir. Please use me. Fuck me. Ruin me. Because I can’t take not having you in me anymore. I need to feel you inside me.” She babbled desperately. 

 Grinning at the woman he pulled her to her feet before wrapping his arm around her waist, hoisting her up till she wrapped her legs around his hips. He kissed again as she rubbed herself against his cock, impatiently whining. Breaking away from the kiss he tutted at her, rubbing his cock against her silt as she let out little moans, begging him to slide his cock into her. 

 Giving into the girl before him he slid into her slowly as she gasped, feeling his length fill her till he bottomed out.   

“Fuck,” he cursed, feeling her heat envelop him. 

Her eyes were closed as she savored the feeling of him inside her, his large cock filling her before he started thrusting, stretching her out. She moaned as she begged him to go faster. 

He obliged her request as he thrust into her roughly, rubbing her clit with his other hand as he felt the woman under him moan and whimper against his body, her back arching for him, begging for more.

Tingles spread throughout her body as she mouthed at the skin of his throat, sucking on his skin as she left her marks on the elder man. 

 “Such a pretty little pussy, taking me so well. Such a good little girl.” He mumbled against her as she arched her back once more. 

“Please. Please. Please.” She mumbled repeatedly, though her mind was too cloudy to understand what she was begging for. 

He felt her tightening around him, at the brink of her release as she looked at him with unfocused eyes. His pretty little slut. All his. 

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” he asked as she nodded her head eagerly. “Then beg for it like a good girl.” He demanded. 

“Please sir. Please lemme cum. Please. I’ll be so good for you. Please let me cum.” She slurred as he thrust into her repeatedly. 

He simply hummed and thrust into her faster, feeling her tightening around him, her muscles straining to hold back her orgasm, awaiting his order. Pleased with her obedience he gave her permission to cum. 

 Stars burst behind her eyelids as she felt herself shudder against the older man, her walls spasming around him as he continued thrusting into her, chasing his orgasm soon after her. 

His thrusts slowed down as he slowly rocked them down form their highs, filling her with his warm seed. 

Feeling full, she looked tiredly up at him before softly pecking him. 

After a few minutes he unwrapped his arms from around her. 

 Pulling away from her warmth he watched his essence drip from her folds as she whimpered, looking at him with dazed eyes. He sighed, placing a kiss on her cheek before saying, “Until next time, little fox.” 

 As he left, she noticed something shining in the corner of her eye. A camera.

[theamityelf]

In a Danganronpa Hunger Games AU, I think the made-up rule about two people being allowed to win if they're from the same district would have to just actually be in place (no romance required), in order for most of the Ultimates to be victors while being around the same age. Plus, it allows one to play around with who won by being the last alive and who won alongside their district partner.

I already said Junko's from the Capitol, so some of the Ultimates aren't victors. (I'm torn between saying Yasuhiro is another Capitol TV personality who's secretly helping the rebellion and saying he's a victor; both offer some fun hidden depths to explore, and "hidden depths" is my favorite trope to explore with Hiro. It would be cool if he won at eighteen with a district partner who was twelve)

Sonia is the daughter of the president of District 13. (We'll get to her later.) So, I'll probably kick a few characters 13's way.

I'd say Byakuya and Celeste are both victors from District 1 who won in the same year. Not through mutual trust or anything; when two tributes survive, they're usually from one of the Career districts (1, 2, and 4). Their win was very predictable. Celeste didn't even have to personally fight anyone; she just traveled in the toughest pack. Byakuya killed like three or four people over the course of the Games, and Celeste poisoned the rest of the Careers when it came time for their alliance to dissolve.

Mukuro is from District 2, and she's the illegitimate daughter of a victor and a Gamemaker; the Gamemaker is also Junko's dad. (Haha! Didn't think I'd manage that one, did you? They're still sisters, but one's from the Districts and one's from the Capitol. I could even make them still twins if I wanted to. Never underestimate me! 😁)

Chihiro is obviously District 3 (technology), and I'm thinking maybe they won alone, just for the trauma. Unless Hiro is District; then I'll say they won together, because I want an age gap win for Hiro (eighteen-year-old Hiro protecting twelve-year-old Chihiro!) and also he seems to be the go-to technology guy in late-game THH, so District 3 is a good fit for him. BUT, for right now I'm going to say Hiro's Capitol (and a TV personality alongside Junko) and Chihiro won alone. In fact, I'll say that if Chihiro's partner wasn't Hiro, then they weren't even an ally; Chihiro wasn't there when their fellow District 3 tribute died, because that person believed Chihiro was deadweight (since they're really small and emotional) and avoided them.

Obviously, Hina is from District 4. Great swimmer, great runner. She was allied with her district partner, but he died in her arms. She killed one person in the whole Games, and it was probably the one who killed her partner. (She did survive a few hand-to-hand grapples, but only one resulted in her killing someone.) So, she won alone. Her brother was in the Games a year or two after her and won as well.

The Katniss equivalent (or maybe the Peeta equivalent actually) is Makoto; he's subversive enough (in palatable enough ways for the Capitol audience) to earn an exception to the rule. Instead of winning alongside his District partner, he's able to win alongside a player from another District, which is of course a HUGE deal, a serious embarrassment for the Capitol, and a spark for the rebellion. Instead of glory for his District, he champions solidarity.

The person he wins with might be Mukuro. Again, more on that later.

[blowflyfag]

Pro Wrestling Illustrated: October 1993

press conference… 

SID VICIOUS

Every issue, reports from PRO WRESTLING ILLUSTRATED will participate in an incisive press conference with a top wrestling star. The questions will be demanding. And the answers will reveal the innermost thoughts of the giants of the sport.

[Sid Vicious stunned WCW twice: first by returning under the management of Col. Parker, then by joining forces with Big Van Vader.]

WHEN SID VICIOUS returned to WCW in mid-May, the general consensus was that the 6’8” 318-pound-muscleman would resume his temporarily suspended assault on the WCW World heavyweight title. The general consensus was wrong. Shortly after arriving, he formed an alliance with the champion himself. Big Van Vader. 

It’s an incredible duo. Each possesses an awesome power bomb, a potentially crippling maneuver both men have used it on Sting, Nikita Koloff, Cactus Jack, and Ron Simmons. Could Vicious be next?

Vicious, known as Sid Justice in the WWF, is one of wrestling’s most notorious underachievers. When he came out of West Memphis Arkansas, in the late 1980s, everyone thought he was bound for heavyweight superstardom. But, after a failed alliance with The Four Horsemen, Sid stalled in WCW. He jumped to the WWF and targeted the title, but was eventually upstaged by Hulk Hogan. He left the federation after losing to the “Hulkster” at WrestleMania VIII.

After that, Sid wrestled only once (teaming with Johnny Rotten at the Kerry Von Erich memorial card in early April) before returning to WCW and becoming Vicious again. To the surprise of many, he returned with a manager, Col. Robert Parker. The one constant in Sid’s inconsistent career has been bad management and poor advice. Again he seems willing to put himself in someone else’s hands. 

Shortly aftercoming back to WCW, Vicious took some time out from a heavy training session to speak with PWI Senior Writer Dave Rosenbaum, Managing Editor V.J. Paterno, and Associate Publisher Craig Peters. He once again proved that he’s not just some dumb muscleman but actually a pretty bright guy.

DAVE ROSENBAUM: Let’s get right to the point, Sid. When are you going to wrestle Vader?CRAIG PETERS: Boy, you’ve never heard of tact, have you, Dave?SID VICIOUS: That’s fine with me. I don’t like glazing over the facts, so if you have something to ask me, just ask it. The answer is, I don’t know. 

V.J. PATERNO: You don’t know? VICIOUS: That’s what I said. Need an explanation?

ROSENBAUM: We wouldn’t mind one. After all, it doesn't make sense for you to be friends with Vader. He has the belt. 

VICIOUS: Who said friends can’t wrestle?PATERNO: Well…

VICIOUS: Well, nothing. Vader and I have an understanding. We can speak honestly with each other, and when I’m ready to wrestle him, I’ll let him know it. I guarantee he won’t say no.

[“I’ll wrestle Vader when I’m ready to beat him the first time with three beats of the arm.”]

ROSENBAUM: I heard him say he’d beat you no problem.

VICIOUS: He’s confident. I’m confident. He wouldn’t stand a chance, but it would be a tough match.

PETERS: Is that a prediction? VICIOUS: No, it’s a fact. Vader’s a great champion, one of the best in WCW history, but he’s not unbeatable. He knows that. We talk about it all the time.

PATERNO: You talk about his weaknesses? VICIOUS: We talk about mine, too. It’s a short discussion.

ROSENBAUM: Very sharp. So when’s it going to happen?

VICIOUS: I told you. I don’t know.

PETERS: What’s your idea of ready? VICIOUS: I’ve seen plenty of challengers take 20 matches and they’re not ready to win the belt until the 15th. Eventually, the champion’s going to make a mistake and lose, but that’s not fair. I’ll wrestle Vader when I’m ready to beat him the first time with three beats of the arm. That’s when.

PATERNO: Does Col. Parker have a schedule for you? VICIOUS: If he does, he’s not saying. The Colonel’s different from the others. He doesn’t put pressure on me. He wants the title and he knows I want the title. The plan is to proceed cautiously. I’m young. There’s plenty of time. 

ROSENBAUM: I hope this doesn’t come off sounding wrong, but you sound more mature Sid.

VICIOUS: Are you saying I'm not mature?

PETERS: Nice wording, Dave.

ROSENBAUM: No, I’m just saying you’re more patient and you seem to be thinking before you act. For instance, I don't think you would’ve joined The Four Horsemen if you really gave it some deep thought.

VICIOUS: I gave it some deep thought. It was the right move at the time, but Flair was afraid of me and he never admitted it publicly. I would’ve won the belt several times, but Flair always got in the way. That was the problem.

PATERNO: Do you regret joining the Horsemen?

VICIOUS: I don’t regret anything. It was an experience. Nothing wrong with that.

[Vicious feuded with Sting in late-1990, culminating in a remarkable title match at Halloween Havoc. Sting and Davey Boy Smith were Vicious and Vader’s first targets upon uniting.]

PETERS: You just got done with your workout…

VICIOUS: I’m not done. I’m in the middle. If I was done, I wouldn’t be sitting here in these sweaty shorts.

PETERS: Well, my question is, how long do your workouts last and what do they consist of?

VICIOUS: They last up to three hours, broken up into one hour of warming up in the first half and two hours of heavy lifting in the second half. I bench-press, squat, deadlift, do curls, leg exercises, more bench-presses, jump rope, a few of the Colonel’s secret exercises.

PETERS: Secret exercises? What are they?

VICIOUS: I can't say. They’re secrets.

[Vicious is as–well, as vicious as ever. Here, he holds an opponent by the hair as Harley Race delivers a beating of his own and Parker looks on.]

ROSENBAUM: Of course, Craig. They’re secrets. Are your workouts more intense than they used to be?VICIOUS: Not more intense, just more focused, just like the rest of my life. I’m not into wasting time anymore. I’m not into having fun. I’m into winning and doing everything necessary to make sure I win.

PATERNO: Let’s talk some more about the Horsemen. What do you think about their reunion?VICIOUS: I think Paul Roma’s a bad substitute for Sid Vicious. 

PATERNO: Is that all?VICIOUS: I think Flair, Ole, and Arn are old and past their prince. I think Flair will use Roma every way he can. I think that since Tully Blanchard, the toughest man in the whole group, isn't around anymore, it makes them a weaker team. I think The Four Horsemen should’ve stayed retired the first time, instead of running the risk of having some like me retire them the second. I could do it. 

ROSENBAUM: Would you like to get your hands on Flair?VICIOUS: It’s not a priority, but it would be nice. It would give me great pleasure to give him a one-way ticket out of wrestling. His “Flair For The Gold” segment? Good idea. He has a career in broadcasting and he should stick with it. 

PATERNO: How about if Flair wins the World title?VICIOUS: How about it? It will never happen. Vader’s the man. 

PETERS: How about Parker? A lot of people, myself included, thought you’d never have another manager after your bad experiences with the Horsemen and Harvey Wippleman. Why’d you go along with Parker?

[Vicious’ physique is ample testament to his incredible workout regimen. He says that his workouts now are more focused and productive than ever. He also seems more mature.]VICIOUS: Because he’s a smart man and he knows the sport. He made me a good offer, I looked it over, and I thought it was a good idea. Besides, there’s enough for a wrestler to worry about in this sport without worrying about the little details. If you ask me, every wrestler should have a manager. I'm surprised they all don’t look at boxers. They all have managers and trainers. Wrestling’s too tough to go it alone.

PATERNO: Can you trust Parker?VICIOUS: Can anyone trust anyone? There are always risks, and maybe I'm taking one, but it looks to me like the Colonel is out for my best interests, because they’re his best interests, too. It’s like any other sport. If I win, we’ll both be happy. If I lose, there'll be some changes.

PETERS: It sounds as if you're turning into a businessman.

VICIOUS: I am a businessman. Sports are business. And like all successful businessmen, I'm dead serious about what I'm doing. Let everyone else judge the risks of that.

[bigdvmnhero]

summary:

Leo scrubbed the grime out of his shell, thinking about how this sucked, but like a movie. How the flop was always darkest before the slay. And what if he did kind of deserve this anyway? The thorn became a seed became a flower. And the glass beads on his bracelet bled from blue to black.

The disaster twins come of age, try to build a life, and wear fun matching bracelets that are definitely not haunted by yokai brothers with bad blood.

word count: 2647

chapter 1: spin you until the groove's gone

All year they were reigning champions of Hidden City’s dance hall until Donnie went and took that from Leo, too. 

So he was being a little dramatic. 

But one day Donnie put on the cloaking brooch and badda bing badda boom—there he was, Mr. College Boy in the making, and can you imagine all the conferences I can legally attend now, Nardo?  There went Leo’s dance partner and his street cred. Two birds, one mystic-enhanced stone. Rumor had it there was a new duo coming for the Hamato legacy, but Leo would bet an arm and leg they didn’t have anything on Bootyyyshaker9000’s musicality and his own general MCE (Main Character Energy). It was a twin thing; there was no competing with the twin thing.

Leo kept telling that to himself, anyway. 

He was going to be the backbone of the family, even when most days Raph was off supporting Casey on her new career in vigilantism, or when Mikey started mystic training with Draxum, and finally when Donnie disappeared on weekends to go topside, exploding beakers and bunsen burners with friends, as one does. 

Leo wasn’t invited, which was super fine. Again: super fine. Cooping himself in a library had zero appeal next to the wealth of odd jobs at the Hidden City’s community board, which he often took in exchange for coin, but mostly medic lessons at the city clinic. 

If it felt a little like penance after the whole Kraang situation, nobody had to know.

But Donnie was late to movie night again, and Leo wanted to tell him how he stitched some yokai’s stomach closed today, which was  subaramazing. 

“Penetrating abdominal trauma,” Dr. Masamune explained, teaching him to work the needle with mystic thread; steady hands now, steady. What could college teach that Leo couldn’t? Would college ever let Donnie do something as badass as touching a real liver? There was no way. 

Then came the giggling in the living room; Donnie and April were back, and they just had the most exciting road trip, just a spur-of-the-moment thing with the boys, and Leo should’ve seen it, did he know how cute turtle hatchlings were? Donnie built them forcefield backpacks to fend off the birds looking for a late-night snack, everyone loved it, and what was Leo doing here, all alone in the lair?

“Leo?” Donnie’s blissed out, almost tipsy grin began to slide off his face—Lou Jitsu’s face, if he was sixteen and had a little extra forehead. “Uh, you there, pal?”

“Leo?” someone repeated, and the scene changed; it was Raph, cocking his head at Leo while his birthday candles burned, and right, it was their eighteenth birthday. The room pulled back into focus. Leo stared at his cake, and that was how he realized that two years had passed, and while he’d spent them in a sort of cryogenic sleep, his family hadn’t. 

Raph said his name again. He was flanked by Casey—when did they get matching tattoos?—and Mikey, two of his yokai friends floating around his head, chattering with Baron Draxum, who stood at a concerningly intimate distance to Splinter. And Donnie—

“Leonardo? Leader in blue? Unequal sibling?” Donnie called; on his lap was a DIY Atomic Lass chest plate, a gift from his college nerd friends that April helped organize. The bracelet Leo prepared felt flimsy now. It burned a shameful hole in his pocket. 

“Sorry, I know it’s not much—" Leo fixed the clasp around Donnie’s wrist, purple to his blue one, and dodged his eyes, "but you always said you wanted some funky matching bling. So. Tried to find the exact shade of your bandana but—”

“I love it,” Donnie said, fingering the glass beads with soft eyes. “Genuinely. Thank you, Leo. Got you something, too.”

It’s a jacket with a failsafe feature. 

“Probably a jacket with a secret failsafe,” Leo echoed. Surprise broke open on Donnie's face. It would hit them later, what was happening, but until then there were candles to blow, twins to dunk into birthday cakes—Donnie, obvi, Leo would keep his streak up or die trying.

There was an ending to this story that Leo could predict. They were careening towards it; by the doorstep of the kitchen, Leo froze with his armful of plates and listened to his family laugh and laugh like they could hear it coming too: the inevitable crash, the moment when Leo’s family stopped being all his—and where would that leave him?  

full story on ao3

[nocturnalswarehouse]

Chapter 30 - The Jarl's Gratitude

Fic Series: At Long Last

Pairing: Brynjolf x Female Dovahkiin|Dragonborn (Adranelle Rolaine)

Premise: Eight years after being declared the Dragonborn, and three years after Alduin is defeated, Adranelle (Adi) Rolaine finds herself back in Riften to help Brynjolf with the Thieves Guild's reputation.

Masterlist

Taglist: @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn

Word count: 1, 279

A/N: Welcome to the final chapter! I have never been able to make it through a full novel-length fic, but thanks to support from friends and comments from readers, I had the motivation to finish the piece :) There will be a sequel coming, and I will work on it as much as possible with school happening, but I won't be posting it until the spring. For now, I'll be posting snippets here and there when I can be active in ask games and in general. I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Despite being called in together, Jarl Laila addressed the thieves separately. Brynjolf was first, Laila granting him ownership to Riftweald Manor. “I understand that Mercer Frey is not the man we all thought. I thank you both for putting an end to his reign. Brynjolf, Riftweald is yours if you so wish. Anuriel will speak with you about the terms while I speak with your partner.”

“Thank you, my Jarl,” Brynjolf gave her a genuine smile and bowed his head before following the Bosmer into a separate room. 

“Adranelle Rolaine.” Jarl Laila smiled warmly as the half-Breton. Adi felt uncomfortable under the Jarl’s gaze, hearing her full name out loud for the first time. Even more so with Maven’s piercing glare directed at the half-Breton behind the Jarl. 

“How-”

“You’re the talk of the town lately,” Jarl Laila held up her hand, stopping Adi from speaking. “My steward has informed me that you’ve made quite an impression in the Rift; several of our citizens have expressed their admiration. Much like Mjoll, you’ve become a champion of our hold. Your willingness to help people with their difficulties and providing assistance for their needs has caused many to sing your praises. As the Jarl of Riften, I feel it is my duty to honour your selfless behaviour by honouring you with the title Thane of Riften.”

“I would be honoured to accept, my Jarl,” Adi showed gratitude, although felt unsure. The last thing she needed was another title that screamed ‘hero,’ but who was she to decline the Jarl?"

“Before I can present you with the title, there is but a single requirement you must fulfill,” Laila continued. “A Thane of Riften is required to maintain permanent residence within the city walls. My steward-”

“Sorry to interrupt, my Jarl,” Brynjolf took his place next to Adi once again, slinging an arm around her waist. “But that’s not an issue. Adi will be living with me.” 

“I am?” Adi looked up at the Nord, confused. Living together wasn’t something they had discussed quite yet, so his statement was quite a surprise.

“Only if you want to, lass,” he looked at her. When their eyes locked, Adi knew her answer right away. She would not turn him down when he had unadulterated love for her. 

“Of course I do,” she smiled. “That just caught me off guard.”

“Then it’s settled,” Jarl Laila pulled them back. “I officially bestow the title Thane of Riften on you.”

“Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you.” Jarl Laila shook her head. “You’ve solved more problems in the short time you’ve been here than anyone in my court has their entire careers. You’ve been a beacon of hope in these dark times for my people, and I will never forget it. Therefore, by my authority as Jarl, I pronounce you Thane of Riften and award you all the benefits befitting your station. Congratulations.” 

That comment made Maven sneer, and her eyes darken. That reaction alone caused Adi’s smile to grow. Not only was she receiving a Noble title, but Maven’s disgust towards the recognition Adi was getting made it worth accepting. 

“Your Housecarl, Iona, will meet you in Riftweald Manor. Please ensure you will have a room for her, should you choose to redecorate.” Jarl Laila dismissed the thieves. 

Hand-in-hand, they left Mistveil and made a beeline for Riftweald, Brynjolf handing Adi a key to their new home. Brynjolf told Adi that the process was easy. Anuriel had the paperwork in order and just needed him to sign it. He added Adi’s name right then and there. The Steward would hear about the Manor’s redesign by the end of the week. 

“My Thane, may I speak with you for a moment?” if it were any other voice, Adi would be baffled as to how word spread so quickly. However, Adi recognized it to be Maven. She was not keen on hearing what the Nord woman had to say to her. 

“I’ll meet you inside,” Adi told Bryn, squeezing his hand before approaching her mother. Brynjolf nodded and climbed up the ladder to the top floor entrance.

“What is it, Lady Maven?” she asked innocently. 

“I know who you are, and I’m aware you have found out who I am to you,” her tone was low, menacing. “If word of this were to spill to anyone other than yourself and Leo, I will not hesitate to remove you from this situation. We both know how quickly word spreads in this town.”

“Word spreads this quickly in any of the Hold’s towns,” Adi shrugged. “And I can assure you, the news I received before I left to end Mercer’s life isn’t one I’d be keen on anyone finding out, either. Besides, I know things about you that would tarnish your reputation even more than the town finding out you abandoned a baby almost 30 years ago. I suggest you back off and leave myself, Brynjolf, and the Guild alone; otherwise, your luck will run dry.” 

“I won’t give up that easily, dear daughter,” she smirked, knowing how much that word would irk Adi. “You’ve just threatened the wrong woman.”

“And so have you.” 

***

Six weeks later, Riftweald Manor looked completely different from the dump Mercer left it. All traps and triggers were gone, the bottom tunnels into the Ratway were blocked off, the top floor door lead to a closed-off balcony, and the ground entrances were usable. Given a well-deserved break from the Guild, Adi and Brynjolf focused fully on redesigning their home together. The final floor plan was approved by Iona and sent to Anuriel. Renovations took little time and made the space warm and welcoming. It was perfect. The thieves couldn’t be happier. 

After Adi and Brynjolf hung up their final decoration - a drawing made by Delvin of one of the Guild’s celebrations in the Flagon - they collapsed onto a loveseat, Brynjolf pulling Adi into his chest. “You think the place is ready for our friends tonight?”

“I think it’s perfect.” she looked up and kissed him deeply. The previous week, they had entered the Cistern and invited the Guild members to a small Housewarming party. Everything remotely fragile was thought about, in consideration of drunken thieves in one place, and Adi made sure they were either too high to reach or unmovable. Mostly both, if she was going, to be honest. 

“You’re perfect,” Brynjolf shifted, so Adi straddled him, tangling his fingers in her hair. He deepened the kiss, Adi reciprocating with no hesitation, and moved to start removing her civilian clothes when a loud knock sounded at their front door. “You’d think that we wouldn’t get interrupted as much being away from the Cistern, but alas, I was wrong.” 

“I’m sure it’s just the courier or something,” Adi laughed. She kissed him again, then headed to their front door and met with Nazir. 

“Congratulations on the new place, Adranelle,” Nazir gave her a curt nod and handed her a bottle of Mead - packaged as a gift.

“Thank you, Nazir,” she took the mead and invited him in. “You do know the housewarming party isn’t until later, right?” 

“Yes, but I came early because I have… some unpleasant news.” 

“What is it?” Adi set the mead on a shelf, then turned the assassin. 

“The Night Mother informed me of a new… complicated contract.”

“One that only I can handle? What are the details.” 

“It involves you, yes,” Nazir hesitated. He wished not to ruin her day, but this was not something that could wait. “But not in the way that you think.” 

“Nazir, spit it out.”

“Someone wants you dead.” 

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The Dusa Interview Series A Conversation with World Bodybuilding Champion and IFBB Professional bodybuilder, Dr. Lance Dreher. By Dr. Michael Dusa MD: Hi Lance. First, I just want to truly thank you for agreeing to speaking with me. MD: Please tell me of your path in the game. LD: Mike, I know you know of the times in which I had my beginnings in bodybuilding. I began in our garage as a kid, as my father had weights at home that he had used earlier. In the 1950's, he had nineteen inch arms, a 500 pound bench press. Once, he did enter the Mr. Illinois, but he didn't really do well. In general, I wasn't encouraged to lift. Bodybuilding was considered weird, done by freaks. The gyms, in general, were dungeons, filled with crude equipment. MD: Your father sounded like a powerful guy. How did your body respond to your early training? Did it seem you had some of your father's genetics? Sporting 20" arms at age 17 circa 1973LD: Mike, as a freshman in high school, I gained 1.5 inches of muscle on my arms in one week. I gained 15 pounds of bodyweight in two weeks. By the time I was 17 years old, I was carrying 20 inch arms. This is before I even knew what dianabol or any of that was. I am getting ahead here, but the late Bob Kennedy, publisher of Muscle Mag International, wrote in his book, I believe it was "Beef It," that myself, Casey Viator, Mike Mentzer and Tim Belknap were true "naturals." He meant that we had ideal genetics, bone structure and the like that allowed us to go so far by genetics alone. MD: Those are astounding measurements! I'd think you'd have been a natural for ball sports. LD: I played football in high school and three years of college. I played fullback in high school, and was on the "A" team. I did blow my knee out, wrecking my ACL ligament, but retained great speed and power and instead of halfback, I was switched to fullback and a blocking running back. I played three years of football at North Central College, but, by the time senior year had rolled around, I was at odds with the head coach, so that was it for my gridiron career. Aged 17 and training with his dad'sweights in a garage gym in Illinois MD: The nascent days of bodybuilding were rough ones for many reasons. Since the general populace seemed so averse to the whole idea of lifting weights, was it difficult for you to find someone to lend you guidance in your iron pursuits? LD: Its true about people looking at lifters with disfavor. The football coaches-they didn't want the weights to take away from football. At the age of 17, I was fortunate to meet Bob Gajda, who, as you know, was a great bodybuilder as well as AAU Mr. America and Mr. Universe. I'd train at his facility and, understand, I'd be around all kinds of professional athletes whom he'd be training. He'd sit me in his office regularly for hours after I'd be done training and just teach me so many things. I will tell you, right off the bat, I was around the best, and Bob was certainly ahead of his time. Mike, to this day, when you hear the term "core" used, that's Bob. He coined that term many years ago. MD: Amazing. I am happy to say I have Bob scheduled for interview. I must say, with the size and results you were making so early on in your training, I'd guess you were competing by this time? LD: My first show was the Mr. Chicagoland when I was 17 years old. I was training with my friend, Frank Palkoska, in his bedroom at his house. As an aside, Frank later was in the Army and he was the one who put their physical training program together. We'd train, and then have dinner at his house. I'd then take the bus home to my house and have dinner again (laughs). So, I entered the show, and Bob Gajda was the head judge. Soon after I arrived, who walks in but none other than Sergio Oliva! I just announced to whomever was standing near me that I was going to simply walk up to him and ask him about his gigantic arms. Sergio told me he would do 200 pound skull crushers. I was like, that's fine, so I set out

to do the same. I got up to 265 pounds in this lift, doing sets of six reps. I'd lay on my bench, do a pullover with the weighted bar, and do extensions with it. 1981 IFBB World Championships heavyweight comparisonwith Reid Schindle and Gunnar Rosbo MD: Thus, your legendary, gigantic arms. How did you fare in the show? LD: Not well. But Bob did tell me that he'd train me, and that he felt I could go to the top in bodybuilding. I soon started winning. In the Junior Mr. Rockford, I was in the top eight and earned my first trophy. I also annexed best arms and best back awards. I took the Junior Mr. Chicago. I started winning. It's funny, looking back, guys started calling me and saying straight out that they'd beat me in the next show. MD: What do you mean? They'd just randomly call you on the phone and call you out? LD: Yes, crazy, huh? I'd just carry on. You must understand, I kind of came out of nowhere. MD: People feel threatened by change, newness, and assault on their station. You were still very young at this time, and, as I understand, still playing football. What was your training and nutrition like? LD: Even during football season, I'd hit the weights, usually just three times per week to maintain my mass. In college, I was the only player to have a "training table," which essentially meant that I was able to go in the cafeteria and pick my own menu. I'd just eat big, Mike. Meat, milk, eggs. I'd ingest wheat germ, liver tablets, Rheo Blair's protein powder. Oh, then there was the famous Bob Hoffman "Protein of the Sea." It tasted worse than rotten tuna. I bought that once and threw it out. MD: BoHo! I had one bottle of Protein of the Sea and it sat in my high school locker my entire senior year. I'd always live by the mantra of "Just say no to taste," but with this stuff, "No" was most definitely the word. LD: (laughs) Yup. That was it. I used Hoffman's weight gain product, it was loaded with fats and protein, and with it I gained 15 pounds in two weeks as I had said earlier. MD: I played some high school football, and also tried to train with weights at the same time. I just felt beat to hell all the time. It was tough. I am intrigued you were able to pound it on the gridiron and also maintain your muscular mass with the weights at the same time. At the 1983 Mr. Olympiain Munich, GermanyLD: Mike, there were very few who lifted weights in conjunction with football. I competed in bodybuilding right through college, and won the Collegiate Mr. America title along the way. Around this time, I met Tom Platz. It was at the Teenage Mr. USA, and it was Tom and me, but nobody knew who the heck I was. We both had big legs, and the judges that day even heartened us to downplay our leg training, lest our physiques become bottom-heavy and assymmetrical. Well, I laid off, he didn't. The winner that day was Steve Borodinsky, with Tom in second and me in third. In 1973, I showed up at the AAU Teen Mr. America, and this was won by Dan Tobol, Platz second, me fourth. I approached the head judge, Ralph Countryman, and basically told him that what I was witnessing was not fair. These guys were obviously jacked up on stuff. Ralph just told me to soldier on and not to get discouraged. MD: Well, the collegiate America is nothing to sneeze at. LD: That's true. In 1977, I did the AAU America for the first time, and I remember the Weider brothers were there for the event. Joe was there to convince all the bodybuilders to affiliate with the IFBB. We said no, and Joe was pissed. He went on about how bodybuilding in the AAU was just like a poor, second sister to weight lifting, and if' we'd come under the stewardship of the IFBB, bodybuilding would be given it's deserved, singular attention as a separate entity. Still, we voted this idea down. Ultimately and insidiously, he infiltrated his people into the AAU, and, in the following few years, the AAU was completely removed. By 1981, we were competing under the auspices of the NPC. Wayne Demelia, Jim

Manion, yeah. They took the title, but little of what was promised was delivered. MD: Upon mention of Joe, I must ask, since you enjoyed his delightful protein so much, did you have any dealings with Bob Hoffman? LD: When I won the Mr. Collegiate America in Wisconsin, I did meet Bob. By this time, he was pretty old, but he still was a big guy with a big frame. I remember him approaching me, shaking my hand, and saying, "Where the heck did you come from?" Other than that time, I never interacted with Bob. MD: You started to have great success nationally, which brought you to the world stage. 1981 IFBB overall World ChampionLD: I took third in the 1980 Mr. America, with Gary Leonard and Greg Deferro placing ahead of me. Gary did very poorly in the World's following that, and Manion called me because Weider was pissed with Gary showing up in such bad shape. They wanted me to replace Gary as a representative in the next show, but this never happened. Here is an interesting story. In training for the 1981 Mr. America, Tim Belknap came for a visit at my gym. He approached me and declared he would win the upcoming America, to which I replied, "Well, whomever is best will win." Belknap, went on, "No, Weider is running it, so I'm gonna win." Well, soon after this, there we were, on stage, with the final announcement to be made for overall winner. The emcee literally started to say my name as winner, but in mid sentence changed it to "Tim Belknap." The crowd went nuts, booing. The top four, me. Belknap, James Youngblood and Ken Passariello, were sent to Cairo for the World Championships. Let me tell you something, Mike. When Belknap won the America, he ran to all the newspapers and press, trumpeting his win to them. In Cairo, well, you know I won the overall and Tim was relegated to second to Jaques Neuville of France in his class. All Tim could do was plead with me to not tell anyone back home that I had beaten him at the World's. That's the truth. I also recall sitting with Tim's father, and him saying that Tim would definitely have to win that year, because he was concerned with all the insulin he was taking. You know he was a diabetic and needed the insulin. But, I can tell you he'd take much more insulin than what was prescribed. MD: And then Weider and the pros called... LD: I became an IFBB pro the following year. You know, I was training in Illinois when Joe called. He wanted me to come out to California, and I told him I'd consider it but really wasn't sold on the whole idea. Soon, Mike Mentzer called me. Then Boyer Coe. They sang the virtues of transplanting to California. In the summer of 1982, myself, Robby and Platz were guest posing at a show in San Jose. Mentzer was covering the show for Weider, and he told me that out of the three of us, I could win the Olympia, but I'd have to move to California. Mike, I had a house payment to make, responsibilities. At the same time, I had heard of guys going out there to do the Weider thing, and they'd end up becoming bums. I remember doing a photo shoot with Kike Elomaa, and Joe was supervising the shoot. He said to me, "Lance, look. People want the blue-eyed guy, the blond, the guy like this with the great physique. People don't want blacks, they certainly don't want foreigners. He mentioned that even while using Sergio Oliva to spark his marketing, products wouldn't move like they would with a guy like me. I'd only go to California for photo shoots. Joe did make me an offer, and it was for a salary of two hundred dollars per week, along with free advertising space in his magazines. Well, I hadn't products to sell, so I didn't go with this. Boyer Coe, a great guy, told me, "Lance, you are done in the IFBB. Nobody says no to Joe." I knew my long term future didn't include bodybuilding. I was disappointed because I really thought I could win the Olympia, but it became hard to get motivated. From that point on, I knew they wouldn't let me do well in his shows. At one point, I was

contacted by a fellow who ran independent shows. They'd benefit the Royal Society of Mentally and Physically Handicapped. He wanted me to become involved, and I contacted the IFBB and related how great this would be and how my participation would bring a positive light to the organization and to bodybuilding in general. They told me if I got involved, I'd be summarily suspended. This is when I resigned from the IFBB. It was 1984. MD: But you were not done, switching over to NABBA. LD: Yes. In 84 and then 85, I took third in the NABBA Universe, losing to Ed Kawak and then Brian Buchanan, respectively. I did win the NABBA Pro Universe in 1986, and then retired. I did take another shot with the IFBB, and, upon Ben Weider reinstating me in 1988, I placed sixth in the Chicago Pro Championships. This was a curious situation, however. Richard Loresch was one of the judges, and he had me in second place. Well, he was cornered in an elevator at the event venue by Jim Manion and his people, and asked why he'd placed me as he did. "Because that is the placing Lance deserved." After that, Rich was out. No more judging for him. I did the Arnold in 1989, which was won by Rich Gaspari. I got eighth, and shared a locker room with Samir Bannout. Samir and his coach looked at me and said people would fall to me that day. They thought even Rich would be subject to loss to me. At prejudge, I wasn't even being called out. I talked to Joe who was there and he merely said I'd been gone for a while, hadn't competed. It was the same old story. MD: Lance-at the time, what did you think of bodybuilding? LD: Mike, generally, up to 1988, at this time, nobody really had an ugly physique. Up until the early nineties I'd say this held true. Now? Things are lost. 1983 seminar. Madison, WisconsinSporting 23" arms MD: As we discussed, I remember you in 1980 doing a seminar I attended at Cheach's Gym in North Haven, Connecticut. You were gigantic, in shape, huge arms, articulate. You had a carved, detailed, tapered waste. Who'd have thought of the devolvement of bodybuilding as we see it today? LD: It's true and unfortunate. MD: How about your family? LD: My father is now 83, and he is in good health and shape. My mother, not so, I am afraid. She is dependent on many medications, and she is quite frail. She is sadly a part of our very broken health care system. You know, with all of the health care tomfoolery you hear about, its a very tangled web. Sorry to get a bit off track here, but this involves my mother. It involves everyone, actually. The health care system was going bankrupt, and the powers that be knew they couldn't let this happen. So deductibles were raised. My family deductible is six thousand dollars per year. I pay $1,200 a month for my family for health insurance. Now...well, there are record profits for the insurance companies because they don't pay anything out. You know, the driving force for the high cost of health care today is obesity and smoking. It's out of hand. Did you know the average cost, just for yearly medications, for a diabetic is fourteen thousand dollars per year? MD: Insane. I am sure you see this first hand and regularly in your business. You have your master's degree in nutrition, and your PhD as a nutrition counselor. You work directly with the brilliant bob Gajda. LD: I do. My business involves nutritional consultations and some physical training, as well. Most of my clients are from physicians, and we work hard at reversing processes that have gripped them and caused them sickness for often prolonged periods of time. We witness many food addictions in clients. It is interesting that women have a proclivity to be addicted to carbs, men, it's alcohol. These stimulate the same centers in the brain. Clients text me their food journals, and doing so gives them accountability. We attend to and recognize the emotional effects of food as well. Both myself, and my wife, who works with me, are certified life

coaches. The majority of our clients receive programs of coaching for the nutrition aspect, and exercise as well. Here is an interesting story. In 1981, the VP of the Chicago Health Club arranged a meeting for me with Don Wildman, who was the president of the Health Tennis Corporation. I told him that the next big move in the fitness industry was personal training, and that he should let me head the charge into this new world. Well, he was one of these rich guys who would let you know that you were a poor guy. He was like, "I am right. You are wrong." He disagreed with me. Of course, Don was wrong. Impressive cover shot. Jan 1983issue of Muscle Training Illustrated MD: It must be interesting to work with and be friends of a guy like Bob Gajda. LD: Bob and I are putting together two programs. One will be to certify PHA trainers, and this will be only offered to those individuals who have a college degree. We are also looking into training centers offering PHA as well as nutirition programs. LD: Well, I can tell you Bob Gajda will go into great detail about PHA with you when you talk to him. All I can say is be prepared for that (laughs)! There are 696 secondary pumps to the heart in the body. The muscles. The premise is to move and mobilize lactic acids in the body, facilitating recovery. A deconditioned person can handle a PHA workout, the heart rate is controlled. There is much less soreness in the ensuing days. Bob will go into great detail about this with you. MD: I'd better study up prior to my call to him. How are your workouts today, Lance? LD: I go relatively heavy, five days per week. I can still do 100 pound dumbbell presses. I did have both knees replaced not long ago. You know, I had surgery on my clavicle some time ago, and during it they found that I had Valley Fever. I didn't know I had this for four years. I was told my life would change upon this diagnosis, and that I'd have to adopt a low carb diet. High carbs would give the noxious microorganisms an ideal environment to thrive in, and low carbs facilitate a healthier immune system. So this shapes my diet to this day. Married for more than 30 yearswith wife DebbieMD: It's hard to believe you just turned 60 years old! You still look forever young, Lance. And I know your wife and you have four children. LD: Thanks Mike. My oldest son is 30 and he just got married in our back yard last week. He is Lance, Jr., and he is 6'5". My son, Nathan, lives in Kansas City, and he is in great shape. He'd do well in bodybuilding if I coached him. My son Ryan is 6'1", is in ROTC, and is a sophomore in high school. My daugfhter, Alyssa, is 16 and a freshman. MD: Fantastic, Lance. It's always great to see the results of a life well lived. I really want to thank you for your time and words. Please tell Bob Gajda to take it easy on me when I call him! LD: (laughs). Oh, I will Mike. And thanks for thinking of me for an interview. I just want to say, for the young people especially-bodybuilding is not a career. People will remember you for who you are, not for what you did. Thank you Dr. Michael Dusa and Dr. Lance Dreher for this fantastic interview Best regards from ©,2015. Bodybuilding Mauritius. Any reprinting in any type of media is prohibited. Interview article published with permission from Dr. Michael Dusa (North Haven, Connecticut).   ______________________________________________________________________________ Disclaimer: The Content on this site is intended to be used for educational and entertainment purposes only. It is not intended to be and should not be interpreted as medical advice or a diagnosis of any health or fitness problem, condition or disease; or a recommendation for a specific test, doctor, care provider, procedure, treatment plan, product, or course of action. BODYBUILDING MAURITIUS is not a medical or healthcare provider and your use of this site does not create a doctor / patient relationship. We disclaim all responsibility

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Publicity Stunt- Max Verstappen

Summary: Max Verstappen. Formula 1 driver for Redbull Racing and 2021 World Champion (though it’s controversial). Maisie Kozlov. Russian model for Dior and the entire world’s eye candy. They have the fame, the money, the careers. What more could they possibly need?… a publicity stunt to make them more famous, obviously.

Chapter 4

How many gossip news sources are there? Well, I actually couldn’t tell you. But, I can tell you that each and every one of them were talking about Max Verstappen and Maisie Kozlov and their relationship announcement. Everyone wouldn’t shut up about it.

Maisie stared down at her phone, seeing more and more comments pop up about it. The photo of her and Max had more likes than she could possibly fathom and more F1 fan pages had started to follow her too. Every second, her phone buzzed with notifications from other social medias, and every second, her heart rate quickened. Sure, there was always a spotlight on her, but not to the degree that is was at that moment.

Finally, her phone buzzed with a call from Max. She breathed out, answering the call and putting the phone to her ear. “Yes?” she answered, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“Hey, how busy are you this week?” Maisie liked how forward Max was. He never avoided any questions he had or beat around the bush. Whatever he had to say, he would say it. And, she admired that. It was a nice contrast to her shy and hesitant nature.

“Uh, well, I have a shoot later in the week. I have to finish up a project. My fridge is empty so-”

“Does that mean it’s a bad time to ask you if I can visit France for the week?” Maisie went silent, quite shocked to say the least.

“Yes… I mean no! Yes. Yes, come,” the words tumbled from her lips and she felt so silly for how quickly fell out. It had only been a couple days since she’d seen him, and she already missed her new found friend.

“Alright,” Max chuckled. “Well, I leave tomorrow.”

-

Having spent the morning cleaning her flat, Maisie was (obviously) late to picking up Max at the train station. She had dressed in a black mini skirt and oversized gray sweater with a pair of Steve Madden’s. When she had finally parked, she saw Max sitting on a bench, looking down at his phone. She smiled brightly, getting out of the car to greet him.

“котик!” she called to him. His head shot up after hearing the familiar pet name. He smiled upon seeing her, standing up.

“Hey!” he smiled. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her. Maisie’s heartbeat quickened, but she swore it was just the excitement in seeing her friend.

“I’m sorry. I’m like thirty minutes late. I just-”

“I got here a couple minutes ago,” Max cut her off. Maisie looked up at him shocked. Was the train late? Did something happen? Confusion was written all over her face her wide eyes and lips agape. “I know you’re late a lot, so I told you an earlier time, so you could be late to that, but on time for the actual time.” While Max spoke, confusion started to wash over his face while he explained his logic. But, Maisie just started smiling realizing that he was picking up on her little habits.

“You’ve grown soft for me, котик?” she teased him. Max’s lips pressed into a tight line while looking down at her and his jaw became stiff.

“May I?” he quickly changed the subject, gesturing between his bag and the car. Maisie nodded, helping by opening the boot of the car while Max loaded his luggage in.

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Upon entering Maisie’s flat, Max set his suitcase in the corner next to the coat rack where Maisie dropped her jacket on the hook. “Do you want water or anything?” Maisie asked while finding her way to the kitchen. Max looked over her flat, taking in the art pieces and furniture. There were painting of plants and flowers while there were a couple drawn fashion collections framed here and there.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he called after her. He walked into the kitchen while she made him a glass of water. “How have you been?”

Maisie giggled while handing him the glass. She leaned her hip against the counter saying, “You say that like you haven’t seen me in a couple days,”. Max takes a sip of water.

“Just making sure the world didn’t end in those days,” he told her quietly. Maisie tried to hide her smile while his blue eyes scanned over her face. The small France granted them very little space in the kitchen, making them feel much closer.

“The world is still intact,” she responded. He sighed, just giving her a close lip smile. Her body felt weird in that moment, but it was probably just the weather outside or something. It had nothing to do with Max. “When’s your next race?”

As if Max snapped out of something, he opened his mouth, sighing loudly and looking down at his glass of water. “Next week,” he spoke. “Italy.”

“How are you feeling?” Maisie asked. “After the last race,”

“Confident,” Max spoke, looking away. Maisie took in his features, confused.

“You don’t sound confident,” she spoke softly. He glanced at her. His hand ran over his face while all his features displayed visible stress. “Come on, let’s sit down.” While she guided him to the dark green, velvet couch, she set out a coaster for him to put his water on before sitting down. He sat down next to her. He sighed. Maisie simply patiently waited for him to explain. He was not on her time, and she wasn’t in his. It was whenever he wanted to speak.

“I won,” he starts. His hands nervously bumped into each other and twiddled around. He took another deep breath, and Maisie heard the hesitant shake underneath the air. “I won what I was supposed to do and what everyone wanted me to. I did what I have spent my life working towards. I wasted my childhood to win this.” Maisie could sense the difficulty in saying that last sentence. She wanted to reach out, to console him in some way but she didn’t know how close of friends they were. So, she kept her hands in her lap. “And this season, everyone is expecting me to do it again. And, shit mate,” he chuckled nervously. “It hard. It’s a lot of pressure.”

“I hear you,” Maisie whispered.

“Yeah,” Max rubbed the palm of his hands again the denim of his jeans, trying to rid them of the nervous sweat pooled there. “Gosh, you should just hear how pissed my dad is all the time.” He laughed nervously. “Je bent een slechte chauffeur. Hoe gaat het mijn zoon?” Maisie didn’t know what it meant but it sounded harsh. Her body reacted before she could really stop herself. Her hand was placed on top of his and he looked up at her.

“I’m sorry, Max,” she whispered. She squeezed his hand. “You are a very talented driver. And, if you’ve done it once, you can do it again. I believe in you.” He swallowed. Maisie thought of way to help him. She smiled as an idea popped into her head. “I have an idea to help you.”

-

The next morning, Maisie and Max stood with multiple couples in a dark lit room with some affirmations and vibrations being sounded through a speaker. “Couples yoga?” Max whispered, glancing around.

“Well, this was the earliest session I could get,” Maisie responded, adjusting her sports bra. “There’s no such thing as friends yoga, especially in France… And it’ll be fun. I de-stress like this all time.” Max opened his mouth to speak but the instructor started speaking.

“Bonjour les amoureux!” she spoke softly. “Bienvenue au yoga en couple. Commençons par nous rapprocher de votre partenaire.”

“We have to stand close together,” Maisie whispered, translating for Max. They stood close to each other with their chest facing each other. There was about ten inches between them.

“Laisse ton cœur, rassemblez-vous tous les deux,” the instructor spoke pushing Maisie and Max closer together chest to chest. Maisie swallowed, slightly regretting getting the session. They stood with their chests slightly grazing each other. Well, Maisie’s chest grazed Max’s torso. “Prendre des respirations profondes.”

“Take deep breaths,” Maisie translated before closing her eyes and breathing in deep. She took in Max’s scent. The masculine, woody scent infiltrated her senses once again. Her heart beat sped up just by his torso pushing against her chest. She looked up at him already finding him looking down at her. “Embrassez-vous les uns les autres” Max’s arms moved first, just hearing the word ‘embrace’. His arms moved around her waist while his fingers gently pressed against her spine. Maisie couldn’t even think clearly. In fact, the instructor had to move her arms around Max’s elbows in order for her to embrace him.

“Is this okay?” Max whispered. Maisie nodded, scared her voice would shake if she spoke. Maisie took a deep breath, letting her fingertips feel his skin and each fine hair on his arm. She felt a thin vein in his arms and let her fingers travel up until her fingers met his bicep. The tense muscle screamed of stress from under the skin.

“Relax, Max,” she whispered to him. She heard him breath out while the muscle under her fingers loosened. While the instructor spoke, Maisie followed while Max copied her movements. They took a step back from each other, and Maisie suddenly felt cold and vulnerable without Max being so close to her. She wanted to recoil into her own body to avoid how open it was around her.

While following the instructor’s instructions, Maisie reached out to Max and he did the same, trying to not to laugh. They adjusted themselves until their hands were flat against each other. “Lean towards me,” she whispered to him.

“Maisie, I don’t know-”

“Just do it,” she whispered, getting stressed that they were the only couple not doing it. He bent his arms leaning onto her. Maisie regretted her decision immediately. Her arms buckled, and Max pathetically fell into her body. Luckily, he had caught himself in time, but his head rested on her shoulder while his arms were wrapped low around her waist. Maisie tried not to laugh while holding him around his shoulders. While earning dirty looks from the instructor and other couples, Maisie giggled out a simple “Je suis désolé” before pushing Max up and helping him get into the next position.

-

The short elevator ride up to Maisie’s flat was silent at first, until Max asked, “Do you always do yoga?” Maisie had been on her phone, starting to take pictures of herself in the reflection on the elevator wall.

“Yeah, I found it as a good way to de-stress after I moved,” she explained. Max nodded, glancing to see how close they were to her floor. He looked back down at her, adjusting the camera or her face to grab a good picture.

He reached out pinching the apple of her cheek before smiling. “Beertje,” he cooed while the doors opened. She slapped his hand away with a smile.

“What does that mean?” she asked while walking toward her door.

“Little bear,” he responded. She looked at him weirdly, while unlocking her door. “Because you’re Russian, and they have bears there.”

“That is horribly stereotypical, Max,” they walked in, setting their stuff aside.

“You’ve never seen a bear?”

“Of course, I’ve seen a bear,” Maisie’s eyes rolled while she sat down on the couch. Max sat next to her, taking a deep breath. There was a moment of silence.

“Was the transition rough?” Max asked her. Maisie looked at him with her eyebrows strung in confusion. “Moving here from Russia?”

“I mean, yeah,” Maisie swallowed hard, her body tensing up with the idea of her life in Russia. “It was tough because I moved from somewhere where I pretty much had nothing to somewhere else where I had nothing.” Maisie played with the hem of her shirt. “It was hard to get on my feet when I didn’t have shoes in the first place.” She finally looked at Max.

“Would you ever move back?” he asked. She shook her head.

“There’s nothing for me back there,” He scanned between her eyes while she spoke. “You know, when I struggled with something, my mom used to tell me иммунная система растет с болезнью. The immune system strengthen with illness.”

“Okay,” Max smiled, not understanding her.

“I think you’re driving has a bit of cough right now,” she explained. “But, you’ve dealt with a cough once and your body know how to respond.” She leaned into him. “This pressure is just a runny nose. You’ve been world champion once and you can do it again.”

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