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zimthandmade · 5 months
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I'm sorry but I need this kind of fluff in my life right now--
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city-cost · 1 year
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Love those streets that sneak off Kagurazaka-dori, Tokyo.
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verstappensrealwife · 1 month
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would you be able to write about lance stroll? possibly a story where she is his childhood best friend and they end up together. Smut if possible!!
Beyond Friendship's Boundaries - Lance Stroll x Reader
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smut.
approx. 1960 words.
warnings: oral (fem!recieving), awkwardness in the start, sex (p in v). --- Also my horrid smut writing (I am yet to write a smut fic that i think i wrote well!) Hope you enjoy anyways <3
lance stroll masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.
You and Lance had been inseparable since childhood, ever since that fateful day in kindergarten when his boundless energy collided with your unsuspecting form. As he barreled into you with the force of a tiny tornado, you found yourself sprawled on the ground, tears welling in your eyes. But even in that moment of chaos, Lance's instinctive kindness shone through as he scrambled to lift you up with all the might his pint-sized arms could muster.
"Sorry," he blurted out, his voice tinged with genuine concern.
With a sniffle and a shaky nod, you forgave him, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. His infectious grin, inherited from his mother's insistence that it could brighten anyone's day, worked its magic once again as you found yourself mirroring his smile. From that day forward, a bond was forged between you two that would withstand the tests of time and tide.
In the present moment, he found himself thousands of miles away in Australia, while you remained in Canada. Alone in the confines of his hotel room, he sat on the edge of the bed, consumed by thoughts of you that strayed far from the innocent memories of childhood. With a conflicted mind and a restless urge, he grasped his cock in his hand, indulging in fantasies that danced on the edge of forbidden desire.
If only you knew the depths of his depraved thoughts, he reasoned, you might recoil in horror or sever ties altogether. But in that solitary moment, consumed by the need for release before the impending race, such considerations faded into insignificance. He whispered your name like a forbidden prayer, his imagination weaving a tapestry of carnal delights where your bodies entwined in passion, where your desires ignited a flame that threatened to consume them both.
As he surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over him, he couldn't help but yearn for your presence, for the touch of your skin against his, for the possibility that you might reciprocate the intensity of his longing. In the darkness of his solitude, he dared to dream of a world where your desires aligned, where the boundaries between friendship and something more blurred into obscurity. But for now, all he could do was chase the fleeting ecstasy of release, his fantasies a bittersweet reminder of the distance between them and the unspoken truths that lingered in the silence.
Unbeknownst to him, the object of his affection stood mere inches from his hotel door, her heart thrumming with anticipation as she prepared to surprise her closest friend.
"Lance~" Your cheerful voice called through the door, sending Lance into a whirlwind of panic. Why were you here? When had you arrived? And most importantly, where on earth were his pants!? With a frantic scramble, he attempted to cover himself, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
As you swiped the card and entered the room, Lance's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe you were here, standing before him in the flesh. But before he could gather his wits or even properly greet you, your exclamation filled the room, cutting through the air like a knife.
You couldn't help but yelp in surprise as you laid eyes on him. There he stood, with his messy hair tousled in disarray, a rosy flush painting his cheeks, and no shirt to conceal the sculpted contours of his chest. Beneath the sheets that draped over his lower half, there was an air of tantalising mystery, hinting at the forbidden pleasures that lay hidden from view. Thankfully he had found his boxers before you had walked in.
Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks as your heart raced with a mixture of shock and embarrassment. It was a moment frozen in time, etched into your memory with vivid clarity, leaving you breathless and at a loss for words.
You stuttered out a few words, your voice wavering with uncertainty as you struggled to make sense of the unexpected scene before you. "Is this a bad time... I can leave," you managed to murmur, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"No!" His response was swift, almost desperate, as if the mere thought of you leaving sent a jolt of panic coursing through him. He hesitated for a moment, the realisation of his own desperation dawning on him, before quickly composing himself. But deep down, he couldn't deny the truth: he was desperate for you, in more ways than one.
You stared at him, your eyes wide with surprise and uncertainty, unsure of how to proceed in this newfound tension. "N- Not a bad time... uhm..." he stammered, his words trailing off into an awkward silence as he searched for the right thing to say.
As the tension hung heavy in the air, a palpable electricity crackling between you, Lance's heart pounded with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. In that charged moment, he couldn't deny the raw attraction that pulsed between them, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
With a hesitant step forward, he closed the distance between you, his gaze locking with yours in a silent plea for understanding. "I... I want you here," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with desire and longing.
Your breath caught in your throat at his admission, your own desires laid bare in the vulnerable space between you. In a bold move, you closed the remaining gap between you, your fingers trembling as they reached out to touch his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.
With a shared moment of unspoken consent, the floodgates of desire burst open, consuming them both in a whirlwind of passion and need. Lips met in a searing kiss, hungry and desperate, as years of unspoken longing erupted into a frenzy of desire.
Lost in the heat of the moment, Lance's hands roamed eagerly over your body, tracing every curve and contour as if committing them to memory. With each touch, each caress, the world fell away until there was only the two of you, lost in the throes of passion.
As the intensity of their desire reached its peak, they surrendered to the undeniable pull of their bodies, consumed by a hunger that could only be sated by each other. In that moment of blissful surrender, they knew that they had found something truly special, something worth fighting for amidst the chaos of their tangled emotions.
His movements were urgent, fueled by a hunger that threatened to consume them both as he pushed you gently onto the bed, his lips trailing a path of fire down your trembling body. Each kiss left a trail of tingling heat in its wake, igniting a blaze of desire that pulsed between you.
Reaching your legs, he knelt between your thighs, his breath catching in his throat at the sight beneath the dress you had worn just for him. His eyes drank in the sight of your exposed skin, the tantalising curve of your hips, and the promise of what lay hidden beneath.
"Fuck..." he mumbled, his voice husky with desire as he took in the sight before him. The realisation that you wore no underwear beneath the dress sent a surge of heat coursing through him, his heart pounding with anticipation.
His fingers trembled with longing as he reached for the hem of your dress, his touch gentle yet urgent as he pulled the fabric slowly upwards, revealing more of your intoxicating form with each passing moment. As the dress pooled around your waist, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him, he felt a primal need stir within him, urging him onward.
You could only moan in response, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire as his lips continued their journey, leaving a trail of kisses along your inner thighs. Your words dissolved into incoherent babbling, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations that pulsed through your body with each touch, each caress.
Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine this moment would come to fruition, yet it consumed your every waking thought, an unrelenting desire that pulsed through your veins with a fierce intensity.
As he pushed his fingers into you, the sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity you had never known. With each skilled movement, he found the perfect spot, sending sparks of ecstasy dancing along your nerve endings.
His mouth followed, hot and hungry against your skin, eliciting a guttural moan of pleasure from deep within your throat. The sound echoed off the walls of the room, mingling with curses and cries of ecstasy as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming tide of sensation.
He pulled two earth-shattering orgasms from you with his skilled touch before finally entering you, the culmination of desire and passion reaching its peak. Position after position, they explored the depths of pleasure together, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and ecstasy that seemed to stretch into eternity.
For almost an hour, they moved as one, bodies entwined in a dance of primal desire. With each thrust, his dick found its mark, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you with every movement. It was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo of pleasure that built with each passing moment.
Despite his best efforts to prolong the inevitable, he could only resist for so long before the overwhelming tide of pleasure threatened to consume him. With a primal groan of ecstasy, he pulled out at the last moment, spilling his release over you in a cascade of pure bliss.
In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, they lay entwined in a tangle of limbs, their bodies still humming with the echoes of pleasure. With gentle caresses and soft whispers, they reassured each other of their mutual affection, basking in the warmth of their shared intimacy.
As they lay together in the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, unspoken words lingering on the tip of their tongues. Lance shifted slightly, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your arm as he mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been weighing on his mind.
"Hey," he began softly, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, "can we talk about... us?"
You turned to him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and warmth. "Of course," you replied, your heart fluttering with anticipation.
"I... I know we've always been friends," Lance started, his words hesitant as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "But after tonight, I can't help but wonder if there's something more between us."
Your breath caught in your throat at his confession, the air crackling with tension as you searched for the right words to respond. "I've thought about it too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "What we have... it feels different now, doesn't it?"
Lance nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, it does," he agreed, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "And I don't want to risk losing what we have, but... I can't shake the feeling that there's something special between us."
You reached out, intertwining your fingers with his in a silent gesture of solidarity. "I feel it too," you confessed, your heart swelling with emotion. "And maybe... maybe we owe it to ourselves to see where this could go."
Lance's smile widened, a flicker of hope dancing in his eyes. "I'd like that," he replied, his voice filled with conviction. "To us, whatever that may be."
"To us," you echoed, a surge of excitement coursing through you as you leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips. In that moment, you both knew that whatever the future held, you were in it together, bound by the unbreakable bond of friendship and the tantalising promise of something more.
el fin.
Hope the smut was good. I tried not to use cringe words, key word tried. anyway. probably gonna have 2-3 fics out today :)
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villaannaskiathos · 11 months
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When view unveils secrets
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retropopcult · 26 days
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Linda & Paul McCartney, 1971
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f1fantasy · 11 months
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The photo vs. the process
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visacashappzoomsies · 1 month
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Currently doing the Max hair behind ear move...
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dabiconcordia · 4 months
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“Call it walking meditation or a neighborhood stroll; by whatever name suits you, rediscover the art of meandering.” ― Gina Greenlee
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k4thl18n · 29 days
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lance stroll as cats (part 3) to push my agenda again
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these are slowly getting worse but we dont talk abt it.
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sa1nz · 3 months
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Capitán - Strollonso drabble
I'm not entirely sure what this is. Thank you Lance for the most overtly flirty secret Santa gift I've ever seen <3
warnings; v. slight nsfw, that's pretty much it
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Lance can’t quite figure out how he got here.
Well, that’s a half lie, he knows exactly how he invited himself onto Fernando’s yacht, can precisely recall the moment where he scribbled a message onto the wine bottle before he wrapped it and the hat up for secret Santa, can’t wait to share it scrawled hastily on the label of one of his dad’s priceless pinots. It hadn’t been a big deal, though, because this was Fernando, and he and Lance were friends, teammates, two guys who could have a drink together outside of the F1 circus without it being weird, or awkward, or jarring. 
And it hasn’t been. For the last few hours it’s actually been lovely; the mediterranean sun is golden and hot on Lance’s flushed cheeks, and the pinot turns out to not be so bad after all. Fernando’s also a hell of a cook, or at least he looks good working the barbecue; Lance can tell his eyes are lingering just a little, can feel his pupils sticking to the folds of Fernando’s wet t-shirt, at the way it smoothly coats the ripples of muscle on his flanks. It isn’t weird to think that Fernando’s fit, Lance thinks, and he bites his tongue before he says anything stupid, instead taking a sip of his third glass of wine (or maybe it’s his fifth, he hasn’t been counting).
Fernando chuckles when Lance asks to see his tattoo anyway, turning towards him with a slight glint in his eye and abandoning his tongs on the table next to the grill. Lance is biting his tongue so hard he might draw blood, and he’s praying that Fernando doesn’t notice the deepening of the flush across his cheeks and down his neck. He reclines, his elbows resting against the harsh grain of the deck, and watches as Fernando peels his shirt off, making sure his back faces Lance so that he has a full view of the samurai tattoo stretched across the soft angles of his suntanned back. Fernando must know about Lance’s schoolboy crush, because he looks around for the hat, plops it onto his head, and smirks at him while flexing his biceps like Lance won’t just spontaneously combust. He points to the ‘Capitán’ embroidered across his forehead and that’s when Lance realizes he’s fucked; Fernando’s in charge, through and through.
He steps in closer, hand reaching for the tattoo on Lance’s ribs like he’s never seen it before, like it hasn’t been on show for hours as Lance lounged lazily all across the yacht, his body feeling looser and lighter than it has in weeks. The tattoo feels so warm now that Fernando’s eyes are trained to it, almost burning as his hand reaches out to touch it.
And Fernando honest to god slides his thumb right across the ink, the slightly calloused fingertip making goosebumps bloom all down Lance’s chest. He’s breathing heavy now, his eyes widening slightly as Fernando’s own meet his gaze. It shouldn’t feel this way, Lance thinks, the thought of Fernando touching him shouldn’t make his breath hitch in his throat. He can feel the understated hardness of his cock, can ignore it as long as Fernando doesn’t notice; but the devilish smirk painted across the Spaniard’s features tells Lance that he certainly will, that he already has.
The kiss stirs something deep inside of him, undoing a knot he’s so carefully tied in his own tongue. Maybe his body can accept his repressed urges better than his brain can, because Lance can’t fight the urge to reach for the back of Fernando’s neck and pull at the strands which curl underneath the hat. Low moans escape his throat when Lance tugs, and he wonders if Fernando knows just how pretty he sounds, how broken and unwound. He’s harsher than Lance is used to, lips rougher than the nameless girls he makes out with in darkened clubs; here the sun shines bright across the golden expanse of Fernando’s chest, and his teeth lightly graze Lance’s lips as they pull away, mouths red and raw.
And what the hell, Lance thinks as he rises up to his knees, Fernando’s shadow cast over him as he opens his mouth wide, it isn’t a big deal if they fuck on Fernando’s yacht sometimes.
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rodolfo9999 · 8 months
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2023年8月11日、ワイキキビーチを散歩。
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newyorkthegoldenage · 8 months
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A walk by the George Washington Bridge, 1955. Are there a lot of fish in that box?
Photo: Erich Hartmann via Magnum Photos
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city-cost · 1 year
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Watch out for cats! What finer place for a spring afternoon stroll in Tokyo than the streets of Yanaka?! Pics from Sunday.
More: https://www.city-cost.com/galleries/z331z/12
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avida-heidia-5 · 5 months
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Just when I was losing faith in Aston Martin this season, this happened!:
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Calling it now: Fernando Alonso will win the 2023 Brazilian Grand Prix! (With Lance Stroll by his side~ 😉) Either that or Lewis Hamilton will win his first race of the season to match his teammate George Russell, who won the race last season.
Another thing to add: both Aston Martin boys are popular on Tumblr! 🤯
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EDIT: Now Charles Leclerc is trending! MY BABY BOY’S AT NO. 1!!!
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I love F1blr sometimes.
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g-xix · 1 month
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aaahh im excited for you!!
also, when it comes to choosing who to support, i think it just happens naturally. personally, i started by watching the races, their teams videos, funny moments compilation (some drivers have a personal yt channel and they occasionally post vlogs n stuff) because i wanted to get to know the drivers better, and that's how i became a fan of mcLaren and carlos (despite carlos not being in mclaren anymore, im still loyal to both mcLaren and him)
dts is good for entertainment ONLY though. because some new fans will be persuaded more by the narrative they painted on (my friend is the victim😭) obviously they provide some more insight into some drivers and situations. BUT most are dramatized and not even original anymore
Yess I feel like Stroll's hot for SURE (picture proof) but his voice kinda makes me turn awayyy
Lando I feel like would be good vibes... Yk, esp considering he's a great friend of Will, does streams w Ginge n Vik n such too...
Leclerc is drop dead gorgeous.
I think they're my main options, so they're teeaaams....
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WOOO OKAY, MCLAREN OR FERRARI!!!
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mirimiki63 · 6 months
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Lancey Stroll
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