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alexturntable

ScuderiaFerrari Christmas movies on repeat 🍿🎬

Hi could I get a Lando Norris request where they are in a secret relationship she is about five months pregnant so quite noticeable but hides behind baggy clothes of Landos. He wins his home race and runs over to her kissing her not realising all the cameras are on them or that the bump was visible.

BABY BUMP 》 LANDO NORRIS

summary; hiding your pregnancy from the media doesn't last long ft; lando norris x pregnant!reader contains; angst, fluff, smau an; finally finished this... yeah so basically ive been coughing for two months straight im very tired very bored... might have mild asthma for the rest of my life or might not... but anyways im back to writing!

#f1 headcanons #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #lando norris x reader #f1 #lando x reader #lando norris #f1 smau #f1 social media au

checkeredflagggs

Farm Girl Magic

Pairing: sebastian vettel x stardew valley farmer!wife!reader

summary: when Sebastian’s wife quits her job, he encourages her to follow in her grandfather’s footsteps (unknowing that Grandfather went to some pretty weird places)

a/n: I love stardew valley so much and I would love to have a farm gifted to me where I could live like my farmer

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Private Messages, the Vettels

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bonbonly

okay yk i had to bring it back. hear me out guys. dark!ceo charles BUT you’re his business partner

bon’s dark thoughts (18+)

you sly dog, yknow what this reminds me of? idk if youve seen smallville, but there’s these episodes of clark kent as luthor in this alternate timeline, that’s what I’m imagining rn.

that cocky confident aura, a smile on his face with his dimples on display. youd be seated across from him, and he’d let his eyes wander over your curves, the way your blouse was straining against your tits, the buttons threatening to pop off any second. he thought it was cute that you were here acting like you owned the place and in the walls of the bleak conference room, he could smell the sweet scent of your perfume.

dark!ceo!charles slid his new policy paper over to you, eagerly waiting for you to sign. he noticed the way you chewed on your pen, reading the terms and agreements carefully before you frowned and glanced at one specific line.

“70-30?” you asked, “that’s hardly a fair deal. it should be 50-50.”

“well im funding most of the venture, ma cherié,” charles’ smile faltered ever so slightly at the way your brows furrowed together.

“but im the one executing it and marketing it to the public,” you snapped, which caused charles to raise his eyebrows. oh, so you were challenging him? trying to change his plans? he respected you only because of your position as his business partner and if it wasn’t for that, he deemed you good for sucking his cock under his desk as he worked. but here this little bitch was trying to dictate things she could hardly ever comprehend. when you slid the paper back to him, his patience snapped and he grabbed you by the throat, dragging you over the table.

“listen here, cunt,” he spat, “either you sign this deal or i make your life a living hell.”

and perhaps to further drive his point, he used his tie to bind your hands together, your clothes long gone with your legs spread. he purposely left the blinds open so his office could see what happened to sluts that thought they could order him around.

“i go out of my way to entertain your tiny little business and you decide to be an ungrateful whore,” he snarled, his hand repeatedly striking your cunt as your legs shook with the force of each slap. you cried out loud, your mouth gagged with your underwear. this was absolutely humiliating and you shuddered when he spat right onto your clit, his thumb pressing insistently on the bundle of nerves until you were shaking your head and sobbing.

“sign the deal, salope,” he murmured, “sign the deal or i’ll ruin your business, i’ll make you bankrupt don’t test me…”

when you reluctantly signed the paper, your hands shaking as your tears blotted the paper, he grabbed you by your hair and whispered into your ear,

“good girl, such a good girl,” he cooed, “finally knowing your place, i think you’ve earned my cock…”

there was an email addressed to you later that night about a potential merger between the two companies, and an extra note from charles that you were moving into his estate…

eden3-ao3

I think https://archiveofourown.org/works/74027601/chapters/194034091#workskin copied your fic

I've read a bit of it and I'm feeling like this might be true. I need more opinions though so if anyone sees this please help me out but I'll go over what I noticed so far:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74027601/chapters/193712576 (their fic)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/69102446/chapters/179078096 (my fic)

Note the dates, I published the first chapter of mine first.

Ok. First, I think theirs is AI generated but I'm not the best at spotting it but if it is it makes me feel sick. Wtf.

Onto the comparison. I read up to chapter 6 so far btw.

Everyone on the grid in my fic is an alpha apart from Max, an omega. Everyone on the grid in their fic is an alpha except y/n.

Packs in their fic have a similar dynamic as my fic as far as I can tell, all alphas in the pack are with the omega, not just a mate.

There's a scene in the beginning where the drivers are talking about how much they would like an omega in their pack, just like in mine, that happens to occur during the driver's parade just like mine. This isn't explicitly stated in their fic, but it mentions waving to the crowd, the entire grid and a truck which can only mean the driver's parade.

Lewis and Max crash in my fic, smells him as an omega and Max is taken away by marshals, triggering Max's stress heat. In their fic, y/n crashes into Max due to her heat and Max smells an omega but y/n is taken away by marshals

In my fic, Max is being hounded by media and Charles, who is in pre-rut, smells his distress and becomes protective of him and drags him into the pack room speaking in a very caveman way (“pack is good” “omega is safe” etc). in their fic, Charles is in pre-rut as y/n is being hounded by media and drags her away to protect her, adopting the same caveman type of speech (“You are okay now, omega” and “I keep omega safe”)

Also note the way the dialogue is written as Max is dragged away and when y/n is dragged away:

The rookies are drawn to Max's scent as an omega in my fic. In their fic, Max has y/ns scent on him and the rookies (who are noted to have a better sense of smell as young alphas in both mine and their fic) follow the scent around and are drawn to it.

I feel like there's enough to make me suspicious but I also just don't know? Someone help me out here and prove I'm not crazy

CLINGY DRUNK 》 LEWIS HAMILTON

summary; lewis comes home drunk from an after-race party wanting to be with his girlfriend ft; clingy drunk!lewis hamilton x reader contains; fluff

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fic #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 headcanons #lewis hamilton

verstappenverse

In Sickness and Seating Charts

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: You and Max are supposed to be planning your wedding together, but lately it feels like you’re the only one who really cares and it’s starting to feel awfully lonely doing it by yourself.

A/N: A little something inspired by recent news 💍

1.7k words / Masterlist

The guest list is open on your laptop, but you’re not looking at it anymore. You’re looking at Max, his head tipped back against the couch, phone in hand, not even pretending to pay attention.

You swallow a sigh.

“Max,” you say, for the third time. “Do we really want to seat your aunt next to my uncle? They bickered non-stop at your birthday.”

He hums noncommittally, eyes still on his screen.

“Max.”

“Hm?” His gaze lifts, dazed, like he’s just now registering you spoke.

You close the laptop slowly. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

He scratches his jaw, sheepish but not enough. “Something about the tables?”