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mbappebby · 1 year

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Little Leclerc || Eight

Ollie Bearman x Madelyn Leclerc (OC)

Summary: Madelyn gets her first podium in F1, the same weekend Ollie gets his first win in F2. They really are THE racing couple..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hey!! Can I request something where Ollie won his first race in F2, then he goes to watch Madelyn race and she gets on the podium for the first time? He’s very proud of her as well had all the other drivers!! Thank you, loving the series can’t believe it’s coming to an end :(

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a/n: Been awhile, I hoped you guys like it though! If you want to be added to the taglist let me know by messaging me or commenting! Thanks for all the support on this series, it’s crazy!!

The whole Prema garage filled with cheers when Ollie crossed the line first place. His first win for the team, his first win in F2.

Madelyn was stood by Charles behind the barrier to see with three cars pull up. Arthur had got P3, when he got out the car he instantly ran to his siblings.

“First podium! Proud of you!” Madelyn told him as Arthur hugged her tightly. “Thank you Mads, I’m sure you are proud of Ollie as well” Arthur added.

Madelyn saw Ollie running to his team and family and started to celebrate his first win in F2 with them. Ollie took off his helmet and locked eyes with his girlfriend.

The Prema driver had a big smile on his face when he ran over to her and they hugged tightly. “I’m so proud of you, your first win baby!!” Madelyn exclaimed as they kissed.

“I love you,” Ollie mumbled and kissed her forehead. “I love you too Oll, I’ll catch up with you later okay? Now go and collect that trophy and celebrate” Madelyn told him.

“I sure will!” Ollie added as he walked away towards the podium. Madelyn smile brightly seeing her boyfriend and brother on the podium together.

Madelyn hid behind Charles as Arthur and Ollie sprayed a bit of their champagne over them. “Hey! I’m not a shield!” Charles told her.

“Well, you are now” Madelyn said as Charles rolled his eyes at his sister. Madelyn made a hear shape with her hands to Ollie, he replied with a wink.

“Awh look at you two, disgusting” Charles mumbled. “Shut up, this is why I like your girlfriend better than you” Madelyn added which made Charles nudged her slightly.

“Rude” Charles replied. “Just the truth, Charlie” Madelyn told him.

@ madelynleclerc

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“Max Verstappen wins the Azerbaijan Grand Prix! Charles Leclerc, comes home second place in his Ferrari but the car behind it going to make the most headlines today—

—the rookie driver Madelyn Leclerc finishes P3!! What a result for her and what a way to make her name in Formula 1! First podium for the rookie, we can’t wait to see what’s in the future for her!” Crofty exclaimed.

“P3 Mads!! What a drive, congratulations, you deserve this so much. Zhou P5, a brilliant result for the team!” Her race engineer called as he could hear the team celebrating in the background.

“Wooo!! Let’s go!! First podium babyyyy!! What a result for the team, c’mon let’s keep it going!!” Madelyn said with a big smile on her face, even though no one could see it.

Madelyn parked her car in the P3 spot, she instantly got out and ran to her crew. She then took her helmet off and ran to her brothers.

“So proud of you Mads,” Lorenzo said after pulling away from the hug. “Thanks Enzo,” Madelyn replied as Arthur pulled her into a tight hug.

“First podium for both of us this weekend, so proud of you!” Arthur told her. “Thank you!!” Madelyn replied as she felt two arms pick her up from behind.

“P3 Mads?! So proud of you, sis!” Charles exclaimed as he put her down and kissed her forehead. “Thank you Char, congrats on P2” Madelyn added.

Madelyn went over and drank some water before she was lifted up once again. “Congrats lil sis!” Max exclaimed and put her down.

Madelyn turned around and hugged him. “Thank you Max” Madelyn said with a smile. “You deserve it so much!” Max added. “Maddie!!” Pierre called.

Madelyn ran over to him and they hugged tightly. “So proud of you!! P3 in your rookie year?!” Pierre added. “Thank you, it’s crazy” Madelyn said.

After the interview, Madelyn made her way into the cool-down room. Charles and Max were already there, the three started to talk about the car while watching the replays before they were called for the podium.

Madelyn had a big smile on her face as she lifted the trophy up, she pointed to her team who cheered for her loudly.

Once it was time for the champagne, Max and Charles had teamed up against Madelyn. The young girl was drenched but she didn’t care at that moment.

She had just gotten her podium in formula 1 in her rookie year.

Madelyn had changed into new clothes after all the celebrations had finished. There wasn’t many people left in the paddock, Madelyn got all her things and made her way out of the garage.

When she did that, she finally saw the one person she wanted to see as soon as she crossed the line. Madelyn ran and jumped in Ollie’s arms.

“I’m so proud of you, Lyn!! You got a fucking podium in your rookie year in f1!!” Ollie exclaimed as they were hugging tightly.

“Thank you Oll,” Madelyn added as they kissed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there at the podium” Ollie replied as they pulled away. “It’s okay, you’re here now” Madelyn mumbled.

“What a weekend for us, eh?” Ollie added. “What a weekend, indeed..” Madelyn said with a smile. “I love you so much” Ollie told her.

“I love you too Ol, c’mon race you to the entrance!” Madelyn said as she took off running. “Lynnie! That isn’t fair!!” Ollie shouted and ran after her.

The couple laughs could be heard by everyone who was still in the paddock, many crew members smiled at the young pair.

Two drivers who were still in the paddock, was Madelyn’s brother and teammate. The two Ferrari drivers watched the couple as they were also making their way towards the entrance.

“They are made for each other, I’m glad we both told you and Arthur off that day” Carlos said. “Glad you guys did that, I can see how much they belong together” Charles added with a smile.

@ madelyn.leclerc

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madelyn.leclerc To all the people who said I don’t belong in this sport, this podium was for you😌

On a serious note, what a weekend for us!! P3 and P5, this was for you team!! I still can’t believe in my rookie year I got on the podium, it’s crazy and I cannot thank the team and everyone else who is involved enough. Also happy to share the podium with Charlie & Maxie, it’s only upwards from here❤️

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@ olliebearman

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thedeathdeelers · 3 years

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Racing Hearts

[a companion piece to this gorgeous piece of Luke art brought to you by the ever talented @mamirugbee]

It‘s a warm and quiet night as Julie lies comfortably on a sleeping Luke, the sound of his strong heartbeat thudding steadily against her ear.

Her finger lazily traces patterns on his chest as her eyes roam the dark room, taking in the familiar surroundings of yet another hotel room. Julie had come to learn that no matter what country they were in, the hotel rooms were always the same.

Her eyes brush over his discarded navy and black suit along with his black band tee draped over the sofa across the room, landing on the shiny helmet propped on top of the coffee table, the gloss glittering with the light of the moon shining through the slanted shutters of the window. Her gaze lingers on the various logos littered across the top of it, each one of them so familiar to her now. As her eyes take in the shape of the Sunset Curve Racing logo, her heart warms once more at the memory of Luke pulling it off earlier that day, as he swiped his sweaty hair away from his face, listening intently to the scores. She also distinctly remembers the brightness of his smile that had been visible from miles away as his name echoed through the circuit, the announcers praising him as the youngest driver to ever win the Mexican Grand Prix.

Her eyes flick away from the helmet to rest on the trophy standing tall on the centre of the dining table tucked away in the corner of their room, the silver glint of it guiding her gaze down towards the name engraved on the plaque at its base.

She had watched him from the base of the podium as his competitors sprayed him with champagne, his smile not waning for a second as his hat, his favourite Screams from the Attic band tee and his suit tied at his waist got drenched. The multicoloured flags behind him had flapped in the wind as he turned his gaze, searching for her in the gathering crowd. She had backed away the second his eyes landed on her, the growing mischievous smile on his face a warning sign as he started towards her, the sticky nature of dried champagne pushing her to move even further away from his approaching hands.

She had lost of course, a smile now making its way on her lips as she remembers his arms snaking their way around her waist from the back, lifting her up until her feet were helplessly kicking the air in front of her, her squeals louder than the cheering crowd.

Julie pulls her attention away from the day’s events and back to the quiet room she finds herself in, her eyes coming back to trace the features of the sleeping driver beneath her.

Her heart grows tenfold as she takes in the peaceful almost boyish look on his face, sleep taking away any edge it might carry during the day. Without her permission, her fingers skim the lines of his chest, dipping past his collarbone and up his neck as they settle at the base of his jawline.

She thanks whatever greater power brought him safely back to her after yet another successful race.

Because truth be told, even though she had gotten better at controlling the anxiety that riddled her whenever he walked away from her and towards his car, Julie still worried about him and struggled to sit still while she watched him race to the finish line.

Just like she was now, she often found herself wondering how Luke kept his pre-race nerves at bay as he got ready to risk his life again and again for his job - his passion. She admired for him, even if it scared the living daylights out of her.

She always watched him as he got ready while the team, including Alex and Reggie, prepped him before he slid into his seat behind the wheel, glimpsing a look of peace settling on his features as he closed his eyes for a few seconds, shutting out the flurry of activity happening around him.

Julie had always assumed it was due to the music pulsing through his headphones, the loud beating of the drums and heavy guitar riffs blocking out the world for just those few seconds. It was a ritual she’d seen time and time again, even before he knew she existed - but during his last few races, she’d been seeing less and less of that. The headphones themselves would be left dangling in her hands as he walked away - no music in his ears, his eyes never leaving hers.

Maybe whatever brought on that peaceful expression to his face could help her, too.

Her fingers move upwards once more, her thumb gently swiping against his cheek and grazing the day old stubble. Her index finger glides down the length of his nose, her hand hovering just above his mouth when she feels lips pressing into her palm.

A giggle slips out of her before she can stop herself.

“Did I wake you?”

Her whispered question is met with a soft grunt, followed by a hand tightening its hold on her hip.

“Yes. No. Maybe?” His sleepy answer brings out more laughter to bubble out, her hand retracting itself from his face to slap across her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” comes her muffled apology.

“No you’re not.”

A beat of silence follows before she slips her hand off her face and settles it back on his chest.

“No I’m not.”

He grins at her reply, his eyes still closed.

“How come you’re up?” His brow furrows before he cracks an eye open to peek at her. “Wait — what time is it?”

Julie shrugs, answering both of his questions in one swift motion.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“No, I’m fine I just...” She tries to think of a reason, but all she can think about is that peaceful look on his face before a race, and she suddenly finds herself itching to ask him.

“I- I was just thinking about today, and your races in general and I...” she trails off, not entirely sure how to phrase this.

She feels the hand on her hip give her one quick squeeze, and realises her eyes had drifted away from his gaze.

She looks back up at him to find him looking at her with both eyes open, a curious and slightly concerned, gleam to them.

Right. This was Luke — she could do this.

“It’s just that I know the anxiety that comes along with having a loved one getting into a race car will never fade, especially not after...” she trails off, taking in a deep breath before continuing. “But I- I always see you do this thing before you race. Like suddenly all of the anxiety that was there just kind of...melts away?” Julie registers her words and hurries to explain herself. “I don’t mean you’re not anxious anymore! Or that you’re completely relaxed or— I don’t know how to explain this. It’s like you’re just suddenly okay? Ugh, I’m sorry I don’t know what I’m saying.” She drags her hand towards her face as she hides behind it, hoping she can blame her lack of sleep on whatever the hell that was.

Anxiety about maybe dying just casually melting away?? Where did that come from?

The silence that follows only causes her to worry even more, until she feels a hand rest against hers, only to then gently pull it away from her face.

He holds onto it as she looks up at him again, his thumbs softly tracing her knuckles.

“I know what you mean, Jules.” He tilts one side of his mouth up into a half smile before he continues. “I’ve always had this habit of losing myself to music right before the race starts — ever since I was a kid music just kind of...I don’t know, had this calming effect on me? Or no, wait.” She watches him as he screws his mouth up, his eyes looking up towards the ceiling as he tries to come up with the right words. “Okay so maybe not calm exactly, but music has always been able to help me sort out how I feel, right? And just like it can help me understand how angry or sad or happy I am, I find that if I choose the right song, the right melody or just the right guitar riff, I can almost will myself to just — feel the way I want to feel? If that makes sense?”

His eyes come back down in search of hers as he struggles to explain himself, but just like she always does, Julie knows exactly what he means.

“Yeah, it does. Music is magic like that,” she tells him, a little smile sneaking its way onto her lips.

“Exactly!” The hand holding hers squeezes once before his thumb goes back to its soothing motion. He grins down at her, a smile just as bright as the one she saw on the podium earlier today, except this one was just for her to see.

Her gaze shifts down to his nose, her next question on the tip on her tongue struggling to make its way out. Was this maybe a little too personal? They’ve been together for a few months now but there were times where it still felt so new — she’d get shy or flustered like a school girl, getting tongue tied just at the sight of his brilliant smile. She had a feeling it would always be that way with Luke.

She hoped it would be.

“Jules?”

His voice interrupts her thoughts, bringing her back to the conversation as her eyes reflexively find their way back up to his.

Before she can overthink it, the words spill out of her.

”I um- It’s just that I noticed in the last few races you’ve stopped doing that — listening to music right up until the race starts, I mean. And yet even then you still get that look on your face so I just....wanted to know why - or how - I guess.”

His expression grows soft at her words, his eyes roaming her face once, twice, three times.

“Hmm, something more magical than music came into my life.”

She waits for him to continue, to elaborate and make sense. Instead he just stares at her, as if his vague statement was all the answer she needed.

“Um..what?”

He laughs quietly at her confusion, the vibrations of his laughter reaching the ear still pressed against his chest.

Not known to be patient, Julie jokingly scowls at him, attempting to look unimpressed as he laughs at her.

“What?” She doesn’t mean to, but a slight whine slips into her tone, followed by a pout settling on her lips. This only makes him laugh even harder, her head shaking with the movement of his chest.

“Nothing, nothing.” He chuckles some more while she half-heartedly glares at him, before continuing. “I thought I was being obvious but I guess Alex was right.”

“Alex? What about Alex?”

He shakes his head at her. “Nah, never mind. He just likes to tell me how wrong I am sometimes, that’s all.”

A snort makes its way out of her before she can stop herself. “When doesn’t he...”

He chuckles once more at her words, before quieting down as his eyes flicker down to her lips.

“Luke?”

His eyes tick back up at her questioningly, a smile curling her lips at his short attention span.

Or maybe he just got distracted by her? Huh.

“You were saying about something else taking over music...?”

“Oh! Oh right, yeah sorry. Uh, I mean it hasn’t taken over music exactly — it’s more like I’ve found something else that just kind of,” he lets go of her hand as he reaches over to trace a finger down her cheek. “Better embodies the magic of music for me? Kind of like the living embodiment of it, you could say.”

Her heart starts beating a little faster at his words even as her brain struggles to comprehend his words. Was he-

“Do you get what I’m trying to say, Julie?”

Unable to speak, Julie slowly shakes her head.

The hand on her face cradles her cheek, his fingers weaving their way into her hair.

“You, Jules. You calm my nerves before a race better than any song I’ve ever added to my playlist. I-” A chuckle escapes him before he continues, “Just the thought of you brings me this sense of peace, and it just kind of settles in, pushing away at any jitters that try to shake me before a race. I don’t know how to explain it, even if it’s pretty simple to me.” He stops to stare into her eyes for a second, Julie fully unable to articulate any word or thought.

“I just close my eyes for a few seconds, and picture you. Your voice, your eyes, your smile. I picture you running towards me after a race like you did that first time, and suddenly I’m just excited to race and get to the other side so I can hold you again.”

She feels his thumb gently swipe across her cheek; up and down, up and down.

“I guess what I’m trying to say — what I thought was obvious but maybe Alex was right — is that you’re the reason I’ve been getting better in all my races, the reason I even won today. You make me a better driver, make me want to be a better person.” He tries to draw her closer, his head tilting down towards hers, lifting it off his pillow as he whispers against the crown of her head,

“I love you Jules.”

Still taken by the confession that has left her a little dizzy, Julie pulls herself closer to Luke, wrapping her arms around him as she tightens her hold on him, her face snuggling into his chest. They had already said those three words to each other numerous times before, neither one of them shy about letting the other know the true depth of their feelings.

But somehow, this felt different.

“I love you,” she mouths into the space right above his heart, pressing a kiss into his skin. She feels his fingers twitch in her hair, letting her know that he heard her, felt her, too.

Silence settles in the dark room, neither one of them moving, too happy and comfortable to ruin the moment. They both eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms, ready to conquer whatever the world threw their way - one race at a time.

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marquez-junky8920 · 3 years

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Hiiii! Sooo I can't get the pool pictures of Jack Miller out of my head. Could you write like a fluffy/smut about that? Like how he throws you in the pool instead of his team, it's a weird request, I know🥺😅

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This request was not weird at all and I had so much fun writing it! Enjoy love. ♥♥

"Baby! I fucking did it!!" you heard Jack shout from his bike as he drove to parc fermé. He'd gotten 3rd in the Portimao race, and you knew how much he wanted this. It wasn't 1st place, but he took what he could get no matter what.

"You fucking did it!" you squealed, running to him and jumping in his arms. He groaned and hugged you to him as tight as he could before pulling away to give you as kiss. Just then, Pecco came into parc fermé right next to him.

"Mate, can you believe it!? We got a 1-2!" he screamed, patting Pecco on the back as they both celebrated together. They did their interviews and about 15 minutes later, it was time to do the podium ceremony. Walking to the podium, Jack put his arm around your waist and enjoyed the celebrations with you.

"You couldn't have done better babe! I'm so proud of you." you kissed his cheek and he turned his head to steal a quick kiss from you.

"It helped that I had you cheering me on the entire time." he smiled that cheeky smile at you and brought his hand down to your ass to stick his hand in your jeans pocket.

"Could you feel my screaming when you overtook Alex on that corner?" you laughed, voice still a bit hoarse from screaming so loud with everyone.

"Oh yeah I felt that one in my soul." he said, tapping his chest and laughing with you.

"You wanna come on the podium with me?" he asked, glee still painting every one of his facial features.

"Hell yeah I do! Only if I get something to spray you with too..." you pointed your finger at him.

"You can take my bottle, how about that?" he kissed your hair before turning the corner with you to go onto the podium. You could already hear the fans screaming chanting names.

"I'll take that bargain." you chuckled, tapping his butt as he ran out onto the 3rd place podium. Watching on the tv while they got their trophies handed to them, you got the signal to run out before they opened the champagne. You grabbed Jack's bottle and shook it, spraying him everywhere you could. But as soon as you started, you felt yourself being sprayed from behind and squealed as you saw Pecco and Joan ganging up on you while you got Jack.

"Jack told us to do it!" they screamed when you turned on them and sprayed them too.

"Of course he did! It's never a bargain without a catch." you playfully glared at him as he bashfully looked at you.

"You had to know I couldn't let you have the upper hand on that one." he chuckled, walking up to you and kissing you before taking a swig from the bottle, handing it to you to do the same.

"You'd think I would know that by now. But no." you laughed, squeezing out the liquid from your shirt and walking down the steps with him to the paddock.

"I love you." he chuckled, kissing your cheek and running from you after he pinched your ass lightly.

"C'mere Miller!" you shouted and ran after him out the door to where the courtyard was with the gorgeous pool. You couldn't find him anywhere and started cautiously walking around to find him - knowing that he was going to scare the crap out of you.

"Hey there beautiful." you heard behind you, turning to see Jack with a shit eating grin on his face. Before you had a chance to react, he had picked you up and jumped in the pool with you, laughing hysterically at the shrill scream that fell from your lips.

"Oh... My god JACK!" you splashed him and he turned away from you slightly to keep the water out of his eyes. "You are such a child." you laughed, standing in the water while he walked to you and rested his hands on your waist.

"But you love me anyway. You make me feel like a kid again. I get all giddy and excited when I'm around you." he kissed your lips before helping you out of the pool.

"You're so lucky I love you." you shook your finger at him and walked back to his trailer with him.

"What do you say we have a little fun, huh?" he smirked, trapping you between him and the wall of his trailer once you got inside.

"What has gotten into you?" you giggled, his hands tracing lightly underneath your shirt that was soaked through from the little pool fiasco.

"A whole lot of adrenaline and having the hots for you is a dangerous combination." he smirked, kissing at your neck and chuckling at your breath hitching in your throat.

"I'm gonna take my suit off, and if you aren't naked on the bed by the time I'm done, you get punished." he bit his lip and smacked your ass playfully when you started to walk to the bedroom to strip yourself of your clothes.

"Yes sir." you said over your shoulder, looking back to see him unzipping his leathers already.

Getting to the bedroom, you took off your shirt and made quick work of your jeans, your bra the last thing to go. You purposely threw your bra in the doorway so that he would see it when he walked into the room before seeing you. Scooting to the side of the bed, you rested your feet on the edge of the box spring and waiting, legs spread for a full view when he walked into the room. You were leaned back on your hands with your hair flipped to the side as you saw his hand grab your bra from the doorway. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you in the bed. The bed that he woke up next to you in this morning. The bed where soft, innocent kisses were shared a mere 12 hours ago and here you both were - hormones raging out of control from the adrenaline of the race.

"Is it Christmas already? Because it feels like Christmas." he gawked, walking over to you and standing between your spread legs while his eyes raked over your body that he loved so much.

"It could be if you want it to be. Do you care to open your present early?" you said seductively, leaning forward to run your fingers from his abs down to his boxers and palm him through the material.

"Fuck yeah I do." he groaned, his breathing increasing as you slowly slid his boxers down his legs and let them fall to the floor. You laid on your back with your head hanging a little bit off the side of the bed. This was Jack's favorite thing that you did, and he always returned the favor shortly after or during depending on the mood.

"God you're beautiful." he stroked your neck and bent down to place a kiss on it and your lips before he stood back up and lined his tip up with your awaiting mouth. Sliding his dick down your throat, he groaned loudly and tossed his head back. If he looked at you spread out on the bed for him and letting him have full control over you, he would cum right there.

You felt him bottom out in your throat and a gag fell from your lips before he pulled back and did the same action again. He absolutely loved feeling your throat constrict around him when you gagged, and he gasped when he pulled out just enough for you to swirl your tongue around his tip and suck harshly.

"Oh fuck..." he watched you work your tongue on him for a moment before leaning over you, licking two of his fingers, and rubbing them on your clit. He took one look at how your hips twitched from his touch and pulled away from you to lay on his back on the bed.

"C'mere babygirl." he panted, licking his lips as you straddled his face reverse cowgirl so that you could 69 with him. Flipping your hair to one side, you grabbed his dick and let some of your spit drip from the tip down to his base before slowly stroking him. You flicked your tongue on his tip a few times before taking him in your mouth and deepthroating him. A groan fell from his lips as he took your clit in his mouth, the vibrations causing you to roll your hips on his face. His hand collided with your ass before using both hands to spread your pussy wider. His tongue explored parts of you that you didn't even know existed, but he always knew how to work you over and get you to cloud nine in no time.

"Ahh shit.. Oh my god that feels good." you whined, pushing your hips back onto him as he shoved two fingers inside you and wiggled them in a 'come hither' motion. He paired that with sucking harshly on your clit, and you were already close to cumming.

"Yeah? You like that babe?" he chuckled at the whimper that fell from your lips when you started sucking him again. "Such a lady. Never talking with your mouth full." he smirked to himself, spanking you before going back to sucking on your clit. Meanwhile, he was trying his best to put up a front, but deep down he was as close as you were to falling apart. Between your hands stroking him in only a way that you could do, and your mouth doing the most sinful things imaginable, the thought alone was enough to get him going. He didn't start getting increasingly louder until you deepthroated him and then swirled your tongue the entire time on your way back to his tip.

"Keep doing that baby... God that feels fucking good." he groaned, blowing cool air onto your clit and enjoying the way your hips twitched lightly at the sensation.

"You gonna cum for me, hm?" you teased, placing a sloppy kiss on his tip and listening to the hiss that pulled from him.

"Fuck... Don't stop. Ahhhh." he groaned, swatting at your ass again and taking your clit in his mouth. His groans vibrated their way through you as he came into your mouth, his hips thrusting lightly to work himself through his own orgasm. You could hear his breathing increase as he felt you swallow around him, a pant falling from his lips when you released him from your mouth.

"I love that mouth so much. So dirty, but so so right." he chuckled, grabbing your arms to pull you up so that you were now sitting on his face. Taking hold of your hips, he squeezed lightly and felt up your entire body as his tongue worked wonders on you. He alternated between licking at your clit to pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance, your moans being all the affirmation he needed to know that he was oh so close to making you fall apart for him.

"Mm.. Jack I'm so close. Fuck you're gonna make me cum!" you squealed, leaning forward to place your hands on his thighs while you rolled your hips around on his face. He spread your pussy open like before and began to rapidly flick your clit with his tongue, whimpers and screams falling so freely from your lips. You tried to escape from your orgasm hitting you so quickly, but his strong arms held you to him as he continued his delightful assault on your clit. At this point, you couldn't even form a coherent sentence to warn him that you were cumming. He always found it amusing that he could turn you into such a mess and not even able to form a sentence just by using his tongue on you.

He locked his lips around your clit and sucked, the suction making your orgasm hit you even harder than before. Your nails had dug into his thighs and your head dropped between your shoulders as your body tensed up during your orgasm. Thighs shaking, ears ringing, an endless slew of moans falling from your lips, and stars in your eyes were all part of what you were feeling right now. Cloud nine wasn't even the start of what you were experiencing.

"I don't know if I've ever said this before, but you are sexy as hell when you cum." you heard him say, a breathless chuckle falling from your lips as his hands slowly caressed your sides while you calmed down. He placed light kisses on the backs of your thighs and lightly nipped at your ass which made you move quickly off of him as you laughed.

"You feel better now Thriller?" you smirked, tracing your finger on his chest as he looked at you and kissed you. Pulling away, he got another devious glint in his eye.

"Ya know... We've never fucked in the kitchen in here before."

END

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arazialotis · 6 years

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Moto Grand Prix - Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: Around 3000

Warnings: swearing

Summary: A request from @acortez82 An idea I liked so much I decided to to a little series out of it. Jared invites Jensen to not just any motorcycle race but the biggest one of all. The final race of the grand prix happening in Valencia, Spain. A hot rival between seasoned veteran Suarez and new to circuits Esposio makes the excitement buzz in the air. Although knowing nothing about the sport, Jensen can’t help but root for the rookie. And just perhaps, he will leave Spain with more than just the love of the track.

Everything I write is beta’d by the wonderful and pristine @misguidedconqueress I couldn’t do it without her!

I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time. This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

Let the race begin!

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As soon as the clapperboard snapped down, marking the end of filming and the start of winter break, Jensen raced to his trailer; bags already packed, wanting nothing more to run back home to the warm sunshine in Austin. While the rest of the cast and crew were celebrating with champagne, he was putting together the last bits of his travel details. A knock on the trailer door startled him from his thoughts and he went to answer, dreading anything that could keep him at work longer. Jared appeared on the other side, bundled up from the chill up yet still beaming with delight.

“I was hoping to catch you before you rushed off.” He laughed, his breath fogging in the air. Jensen nodded his head, directing him to come in. The wind slammed the door shut behind them. “Man, I am so sick of this weather.”

“You and me both, brother.” Jensen chuckled. “When I signed up to become an actor, I thought it’d be palm trees and beaches. Had I known they were going to ship us off to Canada, I might have thought twice. So uh, you doing anything fun with your time off?”

“Actually that is what I wanted to talk to you about.” Jared started. “But first let me give you an early Christmas gift.” He said, handing Jensen an envelope.

Jensen eyed him suspiciously before taking it from him. “With it still being over a month away, I’m afraid I can’t yet reciprocate the gesture.”

“Would you shut up and just open it.” Jared playfully ordered.

He ripped open the seal with his thumb and pulled out its contents. His eyes widened with shock as he tried to process what he was seeing. He looked at Jared for clarification but received nothing other than a smile. He held two tickets in his hand, one for an airline and the other for some type of sporting event.

Jared couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. “I scored tickets to the MotoGP!” “The what?” Jensen asked, still confused.

“Dude.” Jared chastised. “Grand Prix motorcycle racing. The last race of the year… In Valencia! To determine the winner. Esposio is so close to taking the lead…”

“Wait. Wait. Hold up. So you are taking me to Spain?” Jensen clarified.

“I’m taking you to Spain!” Jared exclaimed.

“Dude!” Jensen went in for a quick bro hug. “This is going to be awesome. God, how can I repay you?”

***

A few short weeks later, both Jensen and Jared had ventured to Spain. Seeing sights, experiencing local cuisine, and breathing in the glorious ocean air revived their spirits after months in the desolate Canadian winter. But the main event had yet to take place. Jared couldn’t keep his mouth shut the entire time. Naturally it caught Jensen up to speed. Apparently, many people were rooting for the racer named Esposio. It was his first tour and he was neck in neck with a long seasoned veteran of the tracks, Suarez. Esposio needed to place first to take the championship, and on top of that Suarez had the home track advantage.

Jared had made a vast understatement when he said he had scored seats. The VIP Lounge which they had access to was positioned right over the Ducati and Yamaha garages and just past the finish line, allowing them a great view of all the action. Jared was already schmoozing with other high rollers in the lounge but Jensen prefered to keep quiet, leaned up against the railing and watching the commotion in the pits. Part of him even wished he could be down there, working in the trenches, but knew he’d screw something up.

Anxiety and excitement heighted as the time for the race drew nearer and nearer. Jared pointed out Esposio, on a Ducati bike numbered 34, decked out in a grey and red uniform. The rider appeared nervous, looking back and forth between other drivers, checking and rechecking his bike’s mechanics. Jensen could understand why. From what Jared had explained, everything for him counted on this last race.

Before the crowd could even realize it, the race had begun. The bikes whizzed passed the stands; already heading into the first corner. Jensen gulped against a lump in his throat, realizing how close the bikes were to each other and how low they got at each turn, the drivers’ knees literally scraping the edge of the track. He kept a sharp eye on 34, dreadfully anticipating a crash at any moment as the bike weaved in and out, skillfully attempting to move closer to the lead.

The bikes drove out of sight, but the crowd could still make out the whirring of the engines. They grew distant, the seconds drawing out, the roar slowly building up until the bikes were visible again. A few made their way closer to the line and flew by once again. The crowd roared, Suarez already taking a place in the top three. Another large group sped past with Esposio caught in the middle. Finally a few stragglers joined the rest, and just like that the first lap was over.

Jensen felt a slap on his shoulder, which drew him from the trance.

“So first lap over, what do you think?” Jared boomed, energized from the action.

“Man. It is crazy. You think they’d let us test run after they are finished?” He playfully questioned.

Jared chuckled. “Dude, you would die before you even got to the first corner.”

“I know how to ride a bike.” Jensen rolled his eyes.

They watched the group take another corner, darting low to the ground. “Not like that.” Jared remarked.

“Not like that.” Jensen agreed.

The racers took each lap at incredible speed, the entire thing couldn’t last over an hour. He had trouble keeping track of the leaders and laps as most everything was conducted in Spanish. So instead he found himself keeping his eyes fixed on Esposio. He was sure tactics and strategy were involved but to what extent he had no idea. Esposio seemed to keep in third or fourth place a majority of the race, weaving in and out, darting dangerously in between other bikes. Jensen was simply amazed.

When it came down to the final two laps, a hush seemed to come over the crowd as everyone waited with anticipation to see if Esposio would be able to pull ahead. Even Jared’s bubbly expression was replaced by intense concentration. Almost as if Esposio had been holding back on the gas pedal, a burst of speed gave way taking him to second place.

The distance between first and second was noticeable and they were both going full speed, Esposio persistently chasing Suarez. The final lap sounded and Suarez quickly glanced behind. Both took the first curve tightly and little by little Esposio was gaining on him. Jensen was practically holding his breath.

Coming up on the fifth turn of the track, they were neck and neck, fighting for control of the inside corner. Suarez beat him to it, pulling a bit further ahead. Esposio had caught back up by the eigth curve, and again started the dance for control. Jensen watched on the screen as Suarez seemed to jolt his bike towards Esposio, almost as a threat. Esposio backed off, taking the outside of the curve, but then came speeding up on Suarez taking advantage at the ninth and tenth.

With only four more turns left, the crowd began to hold their breath with Jensen. Esposio held the lead but not by much. Both riders were so focused on the track ahead, yearning so badly for the win. With only a few more nail biting minutes left, the gap between Esposio and Suarez began to grow and grow as did the hope for victory. Finally, Esposio crossed the finish line and the crowd erupted with a roar. Esposio continued down the track throwing his hands up in the air. His hands came back down on the bike before popping a wheelie, gaining more cheers from the crowd.

As he made his way around the track once more for the victory lap, celebrating with the crowd, it was clear some Suarez fans were leaving the stands with sour faces. Esposio went to the Ducati pit and joined in dancing with the crew, jumping up into the coach’s arms and being lifted into the air.

During the time between the initial celebration and the podium, Jensen finally was able to part with the track to do a bit of schmoozing and grab some hors d'oeuvres. By the time he made his way back, Mayer had already took his place in third and Suarez on second - sporting a clenched jaw that raged with jealousy. As the announcer continued Jensen could barely translate, something about a new driver making history, Clelia Esposio, and the crowd erupted again as the racer made his way to stage.

The red and gray helmet came off with a flow of long hair shining in the sun and Jensen was struck. Time slowed as she made her way to the middle, accepting a medal and trophy. She kissed the announcer on the cheek and laughed before throwing both her hands up into the air with a yell. Time came back to speed as her team raided the podium with shaken up champagne bottles spraying her. She continued to the laugh and joined in the riot as Suarez grudgingly left the stage.

“So we coming back next year?” Jared asked Jay.

“You never told me Esposio was a girl.” He said breathless.

“Didn’t I?” Jared seemed confused. “I’m pretty sure I did. You interested?” He teased.

“Shut up.” Jensen shoved him with his elbow.

Jared chuckled. “Good, less competition for me.”

Jensen pleaded with any powers-that-be he’d be able to meet her.

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The following morning, after a brisk morning bike ride, Jensen was heading back to his room for a quick shower before he planned to meet Jared for brunch. The hotel was classical romantic, filled with red stone floors and archways. Yellow lanterns hung from the ceiling and vibrant plants decorated the lobby. Sounds of birds echod along with the chatter of guests. Jensen made his way to the elevator, pushing for the doors to close.

“¡Espera!” A voice called before a hand then, an arm appeared; stopping the doors from closing.

As you made your way into the elevator, Jensen caught his breath. Despite the lack of helmet hair or a uniform, he recognized you immediately.

“Lo siento y gracias.” You spoke in your broken middle school level Spanish.

You pushed your button before looking to meet the stranger; both of you staring at each other, his soft green eyes invited you in. You looked away, blushing for the moment that lasted too long.

“Oh, um… No hablo Espanol.” Jensen stumbled.

“Oh.” You laughed, picking up on his accent. “Me neither, at least not well, but I am picking it back up little by little the more time I spend here.”

Both of you remained silent glancing at your feet, waiting for the elevator moving slowly up.

“So um…” Jensen dared to speak again. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but uh, you look very similar to Clelia Esposio.” He kicked himself for asking a question he often was asked by fans. He knew you could easily blow him off if you weren’t interested.

You smiled and bit your lip, but excitement won over and you widely grinned, the victory of yesterday still resonating with you. “Actually that is because… I am…”

“Wow.” Jensen sighed. “You had an amazing race yesterday. I was there, watching the entire time.” “Hopefully not rooting for Suarez, that pig. Oh, don’t tell anyone I said that. Could cause a huge PR Scandal.” You laughed still getting used to all the publicity.

Jensen clearly understood. “You have my word.” He sincerely promised.

The atmosphere was suddenly interrupted as the elevator unexpectedly jolted down and then up again. You yelped and clung to the sides. The doors partially opened showing a concrete wall and then shut again. The elevator halted, the lights went off with only a dim light flashing. Jensen came from the corner he held steady to, to test the doors but they refused to open.

“Jeez.” He complained, taking a phone corded to the wall. “Hola. Ah yes, um… the elevator.” He looked at you desperate. “I have no idea what he is saying.” He whispered.

You gritted your teeth. “I can try.” You took the phone from him. “Hola Senor. Si, el ascensor no trabajar. Si. Mas despacio, por favor… uh huh. Si. Que?! Tres horas?! No. Senor. Por favor. Si, si… okay. Gracias.” You hung up and looked hopelessly at Jensen. “They are aware of the problem and have already contacted a crew, but it could take up to three hours.” You sat down on the floor defeated.

Jensen’s stomach grumbled and he joined you on the floor. Though he was hungry, he couldn’t help but be excited to steal more of your time. After a few minutes of silence, he dared to start a conversation again.

“Sorry for the, uh.” He peeled the sweaty shirt from his chest. “Smell. Went bike riding this morning, the pedaling kind.”

“Oh no problem, I think you smell good.” A blush hit you after you realized what you said. “Sorry, that was weird. Its fine, it smells fine, I mean not horrible. Um… So, you been a fan of MotoGP long?” You nervously ran your hand through your hair, trying to change the topic.

“Yeah, I mean no. I actually just found out about it. This was my first race and I learned about everything this weekend from my friend Jared who bought the tickets.” He explained. “But I think I will probably be a fan from now on.”

“You from the states?” You asked.

“Yeah Texas originally, then moved to Cali. Now I spend most of my time between Vancouver and Austin.” He rambled.

“Those are like opposites.” You pointed two fingers at an imaginary map to visualize the distance. “Cause of work or family?”

“Work.” He briefly stated.

“And what do you do?” You asked.

“Uh, me and Jared are actors.” Jensen shook his head, almost embarrassed.

“Wow.” Your eyes lit up. “Anything I would know?”

He laughed. “Mainly a TV show called Supernatural.”

Your brows furrowed as you tried to recall if you had seen it. “So like… monsters, and ghosts?”

“Yeah. It’s about two brothers who save people and hunt things, the family…” He stopped himself. “Yeah, like vampires and werewolves and shit.” You stifled a giggle. “I guess I’ll have to check it out.”

“Oh, you don’t have to say that.” He waved off.

“No, I want to.” You promised. “So Jared and um.. What was your name again?” “Jensen.” He reached out his hand and shook yours. “Jensen Ackles.”

Your tongue peeked out between your teeth. “Is that like a stage name?”

Jensen’s shoulders shook as he silently laughed. “Nope, that’s my real name.”

“You can tell me.” You pushed. “Clelia Esposio is…” You pointed your finger at him very seriously. “But you can’t tell anyone.” Your demeanor eased. “My real name is Y/N Y/L/N. It’s weird, only family and a few friends know.”

“Well Y/N.” Your name sounded enticing rolling off his tongue. “It is very nice to officially meet you. But I promise my only name is Jensen.”

“Fine then.” You pretended to pout. “Keep your secrets.”

He chuckled. Though the minutes dragged on, you and Jensen filled up the time chatting, getting to know each other, talking travel, playing 20 questions and would you rather. And what was three hours, both of you wished was longer. The lights blinked back on and the elevator shook to life. Both you and Jensen stood up, steadying yourselves against the wall. The elevator was heading back down to the lobby.

“I guess this is it.” You stated.

“I can say without a doubt, would recommend 10 out of 10 getting stuck in this elevator.” He joked. “But perhaps it was only the company.”

You bit your lip. “Ah, but if it wasn’t posted to twitter, who's to say it happened at all.” You teased back.

Jensen thought about it, and gave it. “Actually, you’re right.” He took his phone out of his pocket. “Do you mind? To commemorate the moment.”

“Of course not.” You smiled.

You leaned in close to him, grinning widely as his lips held tightly together forming a slight smirk.

He looked down at it and smiled ear to ear. “Perfect.”

“Find a good filter.” You pleaded. “I don’t want to look ugly.”

Jensen scoffed. “That’s not possible.” You found heat rising to your cheeks yet again. “Say uh, are you and Jared in town tomorrow night still? Perhaps we could go for tapas and dancing.”

“Yeah.” Jensen agreed. “I’d love that.”

“Wonderful. Meet me tomorrow night at Casa Montana? 11?” You asked.

“That should work.” He believed.

“Let me know officially through your tweet.” You winked. Jensen was about to ask for your number when the doors being pried open silenced you both. When they finally busted open, your freedom in containment was broken by the assault of flashing cameras.

“Ms. Esposio. Ms. Esposio. Clelia!” A crowd of Spanish reporters called.

Hotel security escorted you through the lobby, evading the group to the best of their ability. Jensen was left alone and unnoticed except for a bell clerk suffering through an attempt at an English apology. Before you were brought to a guarded service hall, you turned around to glance at Jensen once more, subtly licking your lips and parting with a wink.

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kansascityhappenings · 5 years

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‘One more time, baby’: Andy Reid tells parade-goers the Chiefs will win again next year

KANSAS CITY, Mo. — Hundreds of thousands of Kansas City Chiefs fans braved sub-freezing wind chills on Wednesday to celebrate the team’s first Super Bowl victory in 50 years.

And if Coach Andy Reid is to be believed, they’ll be back for an encore next year.

Fans lined the 2-mile parade route to thank their football heroes for bringing the Lombardi Trophy back to Kansas City and ending a Super Bowl drought that began after the Chiefs won Super Bowl IV in 1970.

Reid thanked the fans for their continued support and for attending the parade.

“Next year, we’re coming right back here,” Reid said in a brief speech. “One more time, baby, one more time.”

Andy Reid, head coach of the Kansas City Chiefs, and his wife, Tammy, wave to fans on February 5, 2020 in Kansas City, Missouri during the citys celebration parade for the Chiefs victory in Super Bowl LIV. (Photo by David Eulitt/Getty Images)

Quarterback Patrick Mahomes, the Super Bowl MVP who has captured the fans’ devotion in only his third NFL season, struggled with a strained voice but said the championship fulfilled two goals he set when he became the team’s starter.

First, he said, he wanted to bring the Lamar Hunt trophy for winning the AFC championship back to Kansas City. The late Lamar Hunt and the Hunt family founded the team as the Dallas Texans in 1960 before moving the team to Kansas City in 1963 and changing the name.

“The second most important thing I wanted to do was get the Lombardi Trophy for the greatest coach of all time, Andy Reid,” he said.

Hunt’s son, Clark Hunt, said his father told him before he died in 2006 that the parade and celebration after the 1970 Super Bowl was the best day of his life because of the joy of the fans.

“Thank you for giving my dad and I some the best days of our lives,” he told the fans. “We love you.”

Tyreek Hill, the speedster wide receiver, also promised fans the team would be back for more Super Bowl parades. He told the fans that their support and love fueled the team’s success.

“That’s what makes us ball every day,” Hill said. “Get your tickets, you are going to be in this same spot next year.”

During the parade, several players, including Chris Jones, Tyrann Mathieu and Travis Kelce, got off their double-decker buses to high-five fans and dance down the street.

Reid left his bus to show the Lombardi Trophy to fans along the route. Other players sprayed fans with champagne and some, including Mahomes, chugged beer. At one point, Mahomes was seen pouring a beer from the top of a double-decker bus into the mouth of Kelce, who was in the street.

Patrick Mahomes of the Kansas City Chiefs celebrates atop one of the team buses on February 5, 2020 in Kansas City, Missouri during the citys celebration parade for the Chiefs victory in Super Bowl LIV. (Photo by David Eulitt/Getty Images)

The driver and another person were arrested at gunpoint, according to officials and video footage of the incident.

No one was injured. Police said in a news release the driver is under investigation for impairment. No weapons were found in the vehicle and there were no indications of terrorist activity, said police, who were trying to determine the suspect’s motive.

Mayor Quinton Lucas told FOX4 he was proud of the quick response of officers, who were cheered by fans who witnessed the incident.

“We have even more heroes to cheer today,” Lucas said.

Some fans slept overnight and others began arriving in downtown Kansas City in the early hours Wednesday to reserve choice viewing spots.

“This is so awesome,” said Shauntel Lyons, 40, of Kansas City, who was a Chiefs cheerleader from 2003 to 2005. “I learned so many great lessons from my time with the team. To see them bring home that trophy after 50 years is so gratifying. I’m just glad to be part of it.”

Fans bundled up for chilly conditions but the forecast for 2 to 3 inches of snow did not materialize, with only light snow falling intermittently.

Wind chills in the teens didn’t deter fans like Dana Reynolds, of Holt, who has been a Chiefs fan for more than 30 years. She and others arrived at 5 a.m. and were taking shelter under a canopy, complete with electric hand warmers, food and everything needed to survive the hours-long wait.

“We want to celebrate the Chiefs season and bring the city together,” she said. “It’s been worth the wait. What Andy Reid and this team have done for the city is amazing.”

The Kansas Legislature took the day off to celebrate and their Missouri counterparts scheduled a light workday. Many area businesses also planned to close or open on a reduced schedule.

At Children’s Mercy Kansas City, the emergency room at the main downtown hospital was open, but appointments and some surgeries were rescheduled or moved.

The Chiefs Super Bowl win came five years after the city’s Kansas City Royals baseball team won a World Series. An estimated 800,000 people flocked to that victory parade, shattering expectations in a city with a population of about 470,000 and a metropolitan area of about 2 million. There was no immediate estimate of the crowd size of Wednesday’s rally.

from FOX 4 Kansas City WDAF-TV | News, Weather, Sports https://fox4kc.com/2020/02/05/one-more-time-baby-andy-reid-tells-parade-goers-the-chiefs-will-win-again-next-year/

from Kansas City Happenings https://kansascityhappenings.wordpress.com/2020/02/06/one-more-time-baby-andy-reid-tells-parade-goers-the-chiefs-will-win-again-next-year/

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sithhoplite · 8 years

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Velodrome Chapter 4

Dreams Realized, Grudges settled, Feelings spoken

Velodrome Dueling Hall

Sith and Imperials alike began filling the seats inside the Velodrome long before the final match was to take place. Dark Council members arrived with their apprentices awaiting to see who would be crowned Imperial dueling champions in the single and double saber competition as well as who was the best overall dueling team in the tournament. The team competition was tight with Korriban 1st, only 3 points behind was Leritor and 4 points behind Alderaan. The final of the double saber competition was between Xalek, apprenticed to Darth Nox and Lord X’iphos who was apprenticed to Darth Gravus. On the single saber side it was to be Lord Eton who was apprenticed to Darth Decimus and Lord Lakadimos apprenticed to Darth Gravus. Both bouts were anticipated to be even matches with the winner being the one making the fewest mistakes. The winners would be recognized by Darth Marr and Darth Vowrawn of the Dark Council.

Lakadimos sat in her locker listening to her Ipod, blocking out all the distractions of this night and focused on one thing, winning. Not only would it be oh so sweet to win it all, doing it by beating Eton, her tormenter at the Academy would add to it. This was her hour of redemption and no one was going to stop her. While she wanted to watch the final match between Xalek and X’iphos she chose not too as to keep herself in the zone. At the conclusion of the match with Xalek defeating X’iphos in an incredibly close bout she knew it was time. Looking up she saw Darth Gravus walking towards her. He would lead her out to the dueling circle as her Master. It was show time.

Gravus ushered her into the arena to a loud and rowdy cheer from the crowd. She walked back and forth eyeing Eton like prey she was about to pounce on and destroy. He stood there following her movement, resentment, anger and disgust radiating from him. Glancing quickly over at the box of Darth Nox, she could see the diminutive counselor looking eyeing her. The reply to her letter to Nox irked her, telling her she should win more graciously and not even using her title in reply just cemented her feelings that aliens had no understanding of Imperial tact. Gravus and Decimus walked to the edges of the circle to watch the match. Normally both Sith would at least shake hands before the match but that was not going to happen in this one, the hatred and resentment between these two ran far too deep for that.

“Ready to lose Mothax,” Eton yelled at her, “ It is time a real Sith showed you how to be a champion.”

She looked around, “ Huh is there a real Sith to teach me that because it sure as hell isn’t you.”

“You filth, I will show you.”

“Show me what? I do recall you losing to me back on Korriban as well. I guess you are going to go 0 for 2 tonight.”

Eton leapt at her with rage in his eyes. He whirled around and lunged at her but she easily parried his strike. Lakadimos stabbed at Eton using a beat trying to make him angry, it didn’t work. He parried and launched a counter attack using his strength to push her back and put her totally on the defensive. She countered his attack with a Coule reestablishing leverage over him. Eton disengaged for a moment to reset himself and renew the attack. He used a flunge at her but she easily used an Esquive which began putting him on the back foot. While he parried her attacks he was driven back with each strike and knew he was losing momentum and leverage with each blow. Out of anger he brought his boot up and kicked Lakadimos in her right knee. She fell to the ground when her knee buckled under her. Eton was given a red card and deducted a point. Channeling her pain and now righteous anger she got back up and gingerly put pressure on it. Gravus took a step towards the ring but did not enter it.

“You won’t be so mighty now you can only fight on one leg you half breed. Come and let me end you.”

She knew she was in trouble but also knew that Eton was now over confident and she would use that against him. He came right for her as she expected and she used a feint to goad him into getting reckless. She turned out of the way and used a Trompement to hit his arm with her saber causing him to cry out in pain. Knowing he had been played angered him further. Blinded by his rage he started making mistakes. Lakadimos has a moment of clarity and it was like she could see it before it happened, his lunge at her followed by a Patinando. She fell backward putting her hand on the mat, balancing on her good leg and carried out a Passata Sotto. She lunged up after ducking his thrust and her saber landed mere millimeters from his throat. She brought her saber down in a Zornhau maneuver that knocked the saber from his hand leaving him defenseless.

“Feel free to move closer, I would love to kill you right here and now.” She taunted

The audience was on its feet waiting to see what was going to happen next and neither Gravus nor Decimus stepped in to stop it. It seemed like both Masters realized that this was going to end one way or another and they would not stop it.He circled her but she would not flinch and he knew if he made any moves towards her she would cut him down without a second thought. Eton felt himself lifted up in the air and his throat being closed. Lakadimos looked over and saw a very enraged Darth Decimus.

“You will admit your defeat apprentice and do it now or I will kill you myself.” dropping Eton to the floor.

He looked at her with blinding hatred at her but bowed his head and walked off the mat. It took her a moment to register she had won but when it did she dropped to her knees, arched back, arms raised and yelled. All the emotions she had kept bottled up inside came pouring out. Darth Gravus went over to her at a jog and picked her up in celebration. The rest of the Leritor team came out and mobbed her. Darth Mortis cheered heartily from his box at her victory. She was now the undisputed top duelist in the Empire entire and would now join the other legendary winners. Topping it off the team trophy would go to Leritor, they surpassed Korriban by a mere 1.5 points.

Darth Nox led Xalek down to the floor to receive his medal as double bladed champion.. Darth Marr and Vowrawn made their way to the arena floor to present the victors their medals and trophy.. Lakadimos stood as tall as she could with the help of Gravus. Putting any pressure on her knee right now was almost impossible and she was sure something was broken or torn in there. However at this moment she was flying high on adrenaline.

//I knew you could do it my dear. We shall celebrate tonight.//

//I can not wait to get you alone Master.//

Marr’s voice boomed and the crowd quieted quickly. “Tonight we have seen two impressive duels that showcased excellent swordsmanship, fortitude and grit.. These two new champions join the legends before them as undisputed Imperial dueling champions. They have honored themselves and their Masters with their victories. Apprentice Xalek approach.”

Darth Nox walked with Xalek as he kneeled in front of Darth Marr, “ You have shown that you are best in the Empire with the duel saber. You stand supreme above all challengers. You honor yourself and your Master. Congratulations.”

Darth Vowrawn placed the medal around Xalek’s neck and raised his arm in victory to the crowd. Nox cheered on her apprentice and his victory. Lakadimos clapped for Xalek as he was a worthy champion.

“Lord Lakadimos, approach.”

Gravus likewise walked with Lakadimos to kneel in front of Darth Marr. “ You have shown without a doubt you are the best in the Empire with your lightsaber. All competition before you has fallen and even injured you let no Sith defeat you. You have honored yourself and your Master, Congratulations”

Darth Vowrawn helped her up and placed the medal around her neck. Holding her arms high in victory she could not stop smiling. Gravus picked her up and held her high for the crowd to see.

“Leritor approach.” Marr commanded

Darth Gravus, Darth Septum and the rest of the team knelt before Darth Marr. “ You as a team have shown that through teamwork and individual effort you are the supreme planet in this competition. You honor yourselves, your planet, your Master and your coach. Let no man in the Empire say Leritor does not produce the best duelists in the Empire. Rise and congratulations.”

Darth Marr put the medals around the necks of the victors and presented them with the Imperial Dueling Cup. X’iphos and Shaythin lifted the trophy in jubilant celebration and the crowd cheered. Lak and Septum popped the Champagne bottles spraying them on everyone, the celebration was on. Lak stepped back for a moment and took it all in, this was the culmination of her training, this one moment. Seeing the joy of her squad mates she smiled. Leaning further into Gravus, partially because her knee was not able to support her but partly to enjoy the feeling of him holding her.

Team Leritor took the party back to the hotel. Alcohol of varying kinds, food of all types, Sith and Imperial alike enjoyed the party long into the night. Gravus had taken Lak back to his room for a private party of his own. She was better able to stand on her leg but even he could see how badly it hurt. As they entered the room she felt her body being pushed back towards the bed. The look on his face gave her no doubts as to what he had in mind. Caressing her cheek, “ I could not be prouder of you Lak, you have surpassed my highest expectations. Tonight I am going to take you to bed, making you writhe under me, moan and scream my name.”

“Those are lofty aims Master, can you back them up?” a sultry smile crossed her face

Growling at her, his mouth crashed on hers. She pulled at the clasp of his breastplate and it unlatched. She roughly pushed it off him and pulled at the armorweave underneath. They both quickly divested one another of the remaining clothes. His hands were hot on her skin as he caressed her in ways that set her skin on fire. She arched into his touch and his mouth. Gravus wasn’t the first man she had been with but he was the first who had her body and heart. Her fingers threaded themselves into his hair and he groaned.

Slowly he slid into her and she let out a low moan at the sensation of him filling her. He paused for a moment relishing the feelings of her wrapped around him. She moaned his name as he gently started to thrust inside her. He looked down at her, eyes closed, mouth open in pleasure. She was so beautiful. Bending down he captured her mouth again moaning into it. The pace increased and he pulled his mouth back. Putting his forehead on hers he looked her in the eyes.

Voice heady with desire, “ You are mine Lak, and only mine.”

They both were teetering on the edge and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. She looked up at him, her emotions plain for him to see.

“Gravus, gods more. I love you Master.” she groaned as her whole body tightened and she shattered into a thousand pieces. Her breathless cry ripped from her throat.

Try as he might the feeling of her tightening around him was too much for him and he came inside her. He rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms. As they settled under the covers he pulled her flush against him he smiled.

“I love you too Lak. “

She smiled at those words and the feeling of his arms wrapped around her. He intertwined his fingers with hers as they drifted off to sleep.

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Americans Win Back Ryder Cup With 'Amazing' Performance

Phil Mickelson provides a thumbs up after playing the 15th hole throughout a singles match in the Ryder Cup tournament. &nbsp(AP)

Patrick Reed shook his fists with rage for each big putt he earned. Phil Mickelson hopped greater than as he won his first Masters. Ryan Moore delivered the ultimate reason for this American masterpiece Sunday in the Ryder Cup.

The 17-11 victory over Europe was their greatest rout in 35 years in the Ryder Cup.

Only it was not only 72 hours of exquisite golf at Hazeltine. This victory started 2 yrs ago in Scotland, when Phil Mickelson openly belittled U.S. captain Tom Watson along with a procedure that he felt place the Americans in place to fail way too frequently.

“When make the right atmosphere, the U.S. team introduced out some amazing golf,” Mickelson stated. “And we are getting back the Ryder Cup correctly.Inch

Affirmed, that 17-inch gold trophy was gleaming on the table, right next to a few champagne bottles on ice.

This wasn’t about being most likely the best team ever put together.

The Americans were a group, which was everything mattered. The very first time since 1975, every U.S. player won a minumum of one match. And the very first time since 2008, the Ryder Cup is remaining in the usa.

4 years after Davis Love III saw his team blow a ten-6 lead at Medinah, he viewed them make more birdies and eagles than he could count because they filled the scoreboard with American red and required any suspense from the outcome.

“There is more pressure than normal on this option during the last couple years,” Love stated. “We have not were built with a good run recently, and I am thrilled on their behalf they got the win. … This team continues to be asked and pummelled for any lengthy time, and I am proud of how they joined together.Inch

Europe, opting for its 4th straight victory, never really were built with a chance.

Reed outdueled and outshouted Rory McIlroy inside a match so dynamic they halved three straight holes with birdies. McIlroy holed a 60-feet putt in the slope around the componen-3 eighth and cupped his hands to his ear to some loud an from time to time obnoxious crowd. Reed adopted having a 35-feet birdie putt, wagging his finger at McIlroy. They bumped fists and patted one another around the back. McIlroy’s putter went cold, and Reed holed a 7-feet birdie putt around the 18th hole to secure the fir-up victory.

Mickelson and Sergio Garcia combined for 19 birdies, eight of these during the last five holes. Mickelson made an 18-feet birdie around the final hole, crouched after which hopped in mid-air, capping off a large week under more pressure than normal due to his strong voice in most these changes.

Among the changes in the Ryder Cup Task Pressure that Europe mocked was to start the captain’s picks before the very finish. The final one visited Moore, who had been put into they only last Sunday. Not much later, he was celebrating single-up victory over Lee Westwood that clinched the cup.

“You are only as strong as the twelfth man immediately,Inch Brandt Snedeker stated to him.

There wasn’t much Europe to complete. Thomas Pieters had the very best showing associated with a European rookie by going 4-1. Which was a single vibrant place.

“They did everything I requested of these. They attempted their heart out. They labored hard. They fought against hard,” European captain Darren Clarke stated. “The American Ryder Cup team deserved to win. And we are all gutted and disappointed. And we’ll return more powerful to battle in 2 years’ amount of time in Paris.”

Mickelson already was searching ahead.

He’d stated the job from the task pressure mainly for players and former captains to possess more input within an event operated by the PGA of the usa wasn’t relating to this year however the next ten years from the Ryder Cup.

Nevertheless, it had been sweet to determine that trophy only a couple of ft away.

“We have to develop this,” Mickelson stated. “Otherwise, it’s all regulated for naught. We produced a really firm foundation this season. … Yes, it is good that people had success now, but it is not about twelve months a treadmill Ryder Cup. It comes down to a large number, for many years in the future.Inch

About this time, Love sprang the cork off a container of champagne.

“That’s my cue to seal up,” Mickelson stated.

He spoke volumes in Scotland, as well as on the course.

The Americans was atop a bridge left from the 18th eco-friendly and sprayed champagne on themselves and also the crowd, a massive gathering that sent endless cheers of “U-S-A” and “Red, white-colored, blue” across Hazeltine for 3 straight days.

Every U.S. player contributed a place.

For Europe, Westwood was among four players who ended a few days with no point.

The Ryder Cup Task Pressure was dismantled after Love was named captain for that second time, though Mickelson and Tiger Forest stick to a committee for the following Ryder Cup in 2018 in France. Europe hasn’t lost consecutive Ryder Cups since 1993.

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