Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Entering the paddock, you walk over to the Mercedes hospitality and make your way to the garage. You know Kimi and George’ll be there, prepping for the race, and your dad too. You’ve missed this. Being at a race, showing up as everyone’s favorite paddock princess.
But what about what your dad doesn’t know? That something else, or someone else has caught your attention. You’ve always been loyal to your dad’s team. Spending your childhood with him putting you in Mercedes team hats and practically growing up alongside his junior drivers your age.
But recently, you seem to have grown an interest in another team. A blue team, and a very special boy. You’ve not been as close with him when you were younger as you were the other Mercedes kids, but you’ve seen him from time to time. Arvid, the new apple of your eye.
You’d been overjoyed when he got promoted to a seat in F1. Now you would be seeing more of him than you did before, and you had an excuse to be together. What you don’t know, is that you’ve already been seen together, and talked about. You stay in the Mercedes garage for a bit, chatting with your dad, looking over the car.
When you decide to leave, Susie gives you a peck on the cheek. When you head to the hospitality through the paddock again, you’re all of a sudden interrupted. A photographer blurts his camera in your face, aggressive and yelling.
You’re used to the photos from a distance, even knowing some of your favorite photographers there and always smiling for their clicks. But this is different— these photographers are loud, and disrespectful.
Anyone who’s been in a paddock knows the rules. You don’t touch anyone, you don’t yell for answers and you sure as hell don’t get close with someone like a team principal! They have their cameras, microphones, lights, all up in your face, yelling and overwhelming you to no end.
You put your hands up in defense, trying to surrender, but they keep close to you and won’t let you go. At this point, you’re close to tears, the overwhelming flashing just making the headache worse and imagining the photos that they’re going to be publishing of this incident.
“Wolff! How do you feel about Mercedes’ performance so far?” he follows after as you back up. “Do you think it’s true that McLaren cheated? Was the disqualification necessary? What do you know about the new engines?” you walk faster, near sprinting as you wave them off and try to find a secluded spot. “Does the livery seem fair to you? Are we aiming for a championship?”
You find one near hospitality, and you let your shoulders down a bit that there are others nearby and they’ve stopped being so aggressive. “—and lastly, we’ve heard some pretty interesting things about your love life,” the photographer continues, camera focused on your face as you face away. “What do you have to say about the incident with Lindblad? Is it true, are the two of you together? How long? How do you think your dad’ll feel about this?”
Before you can react, you hear a voice. “Oi! Move!” And the photographer’s being forcefully pushed away, his heavy camera being shoved to the ground and him following after. The same with the rest of the interviewers, all retreating and walking away. And as if you can’t believe who’s standing there, Arvid Lindblad, in all of his Racing Bulls team kit glory. With a stern look on his face as he tells the one photographer off.
“You just don’t do shit like that, do you?” he keeps his voice down and gets near him, “Get the fuck away,” the photographers stumbled over apologies and asks for forgiveness, “I don’t want to see you near her again, got it? Mate, you’ve got to get out, I’m serious.”
You’re still frozen in shock. Before you can move, as the paparazzi left, Arvid reaches a hand out to help you up and you take it gladly. You brush off your skirt and get to your feet. “You okay? Saw from the garage, thought something was up.” always so attentive.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you give him your best smile. “Just a bit shaken up. Was a bit much, those questions,” he looks at you with empathy, and a little bit of pride at his action. “See that. Just… I’ll tell someone about this, okay? I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. I’ll make sure none of the photos get published.” you could thank him forever for that.
You walk with him to sit down on a bench, so you could catch your breath. Just by the Mercedes hospitality, mostly desolate. “You know,” he looks you in the eye, “You’ve always been cool. Disregarding who your father is, obviously,” he smiles awkwardly, “I’ve liked having you by the track when we were younger.”
Speak of the devil, you see a suspicious tall figure approaching. None other than your father, with some key slinging out from his pocket. He crouches so that he’s at height with the both of you, serious look on his face.
“Schatz,” he puts his hand out to rest on your knee. “I heard of what happened. I’m sorry about that. Please, tell me next time. They won’t be bothering you anymore, ich verspreche es dir.” you look at him with a slight smile, thankful for your dad.
He then he turns to Arvid, standing up. “And you, Lindblad,” he looks down at him with somewhat pride covering his features. “Thank you for helping. I know it wasn’t a lot, but I’m thankful.” he hands Arvid the key, with a firm hand. “Don’t get too used to it.”
Arvid smiles at him, clearly grateful and a smidge proud. “I won’t,” your dad reaches to shake his hand. “Thank you, sir.” He turns on his heel and leaves, leaving you alone again. Arvid unclasps his hand, observing the key. “What is this for?”
You look down at it, inspecting. “Oh!” you laugh, “It’s the key to one of his cars. As a present, I guess, that you saved me,” you put your hand on his arm playfully. “Now you get to drive me around in a Mercedes.” you continue, Arvid looking at you with the most lovestruck expression you’ve ever seen.
Hi hello.. mega huge arvid fan here, i’ve read your work for him and i love it
Please can i get arvid x toto wolff daughter? She was on her way to mercedes garage and a random journalist starts pestering and harassing her with inappropriate questions and arvid comes to her rescue? Thank you :3
warnings: NO ITALIANS ALLOWED as i have used google translate, mature (no piv), vanilla but Kimi is a bit submissive, reader has female body parts and is referred to as a girl, ME WATCHING THE RACE AND IMMEDIATELY WRITING THIS AFTER, not sure how podiums work apparently but I tried
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀read it on ao3!
The weather is gloomy and grey in Shanghai. But the atmosphere is nowhere near dull; Kimi’s car is fast and unstoppable as he crosses the finish line, first. He swerves side to side in joy, the crowd screaming overjoyed and waving their flags.
The Mercedes garage is buzzling with pride over their youngest driver. You hear your boyfriend’s excited screams over the radio. “Yes! Let’s go! Ah, man, I’m so happy!” He gets out of his car, running to his team. The crowd welcomes him with cheers and hugs, his mother and his father watching proudly.
You can tell, even though he’s kept his helmet on, that he’s emotional too. You’re so proud of him, looking at him with love in your eyes, on top of the world.
Even though he’s had some troubles in his first year, you’ve been with Kimi for a long time, and you can tell that his hard work is paying off.
After the team has let go of him, he takes his helmet off and wipes his face with a towel. He runs over to you, joy evident on his face, gripping you in a big hug and borrowing his face in your neck.
You feel tears swelling up, whispering to him as you press a kiss to his cheek. “Amore,” you can hear his crying, “I’m so proud of you, Andy,” he lets go to look at you for a moment, smiling through his wet eyes.
"Good job!” you tell him, wiping a tear away at his cheek. “Ah, I couldn’t have done it without you, Tesoro!”
Tears are streaming down your face now, cameras all surrounding you, but you don't care. He holds you tight against him, trying to silence his own tears, arms around your waist. You pat his back, wiping your tears as he pulls away.
At the interview, he’s even more emotional, tears making their way as he talks. “Kimi,” the interviewer begins, “Massive congratulations to your first ever win in Formula One!”
Kimi raises a hand to wipe his cheek, “The first Italian in over 20 years!” he nods, trying to keep his breathing steady. “Now, did you feel that this race was easily won for you, even from the start?”
He has to think about it. Exhaling deeply, “Uh, I mean,” he begins, accent heavy, “Especially in the first corner, you know, it was a difficult beginning for us,” he motions between him and George, “But later on, we just,” he pauses a bit. “We pulled through, and also obviously a massive job from George, he drove amazing,”
the interviewer nods, listening intently, “And to the team, thank you so much for helping me to achieve my dream.”He seems happy with that answer, “Alright, thanks a lot, Kimi,” Kimi looks around, observing the lively crowd.
“And for one last question, I imagine that you must be satisfied with your support system?” he trails on, “Do you feel that the support from your family, your friends, your team, is what has lead you to victory?”
Kimi gives a subtle smile at the question, tears having dried on his face. “Ah, well, yes, of course,” he says, “My parents here, you know, my friends, the team,"
He continues, looking into the camera, “I couldn’t have done it without all of them, to support me so much and helping me a lot.” the interviewer ends with, “Any special ones who you’d like to thank?”
Kimi lifts his microphone again, excited to answer. “Well, my mamma and my papà, of course,” he says, as the crowd cheers.
“And Maggie, ti amo tanto,” With a big smile on his face, he emphasises, “And then, of course, la mia ragazza,” the crowd gets louder at that, and he winks to the camera. “Grazie mille, per esserci sempre stata per me,” he continues happily, “Ti amo più di ogni altra cosa! Andiamo!"
At the podium, he’s a beaming ray of sun. The Italian national anthem plays, Kimi puts his hand to his chest and sings. Your little ray of sun, making eye contact with you and waving when he spots you from the crowd.
He gets his trophy handed to him, his medal placed over his neck. And he raises his trophy high, laughing as the crowd’s screams erupt.
He kisses his trophy, waving to the stands with all smiles. Then comes the champagne. He writes his bottle first, thanking his family, his team, and you, for making it possible.
He’s practically drowned in champagne, Lewis and George coming at him from all angles, down his suit, in his hair, everywhere. But he’s smiling like a little kid through it all.
As you arrive back at your luxurious hotel room after Kimi’s eventful day, he jumps onto the big bed and lays there face down. He’s been busy the entire day after the race, interviews, press, photos, and celebrating.
But now you’re finally back, just you two, alone, for the rest of the night. Except for later. He’d promised some friends that you’d go out to party for a bit after, going to the hotel just to freshen up.
You smile at how he’s spread out, sitting down on the bed beside him and putting a hand in his hair. “Baby,” you begin, sarcasm lacing your tone, “Are you tired?”
His face suddenly appears from under the covers, disheveled and playfully irritated at your obvious irony. “No, I’m not tired, I just finished an entire race but I’m ready to party all night.” You laugh at how cute he sounds, voice muffled in the pillow.
“We don’t have to party all night, you know,” you lace his fingers with yours, squeezing his hand, “We don’t have to go back out. We can just stay here, if you’d like.” he nods and exhales, relieved that he doesn’t have to spend more energy for the day.
“Good, because I’m at an end,” his voice is scratchy, “And if I use more energy now, I will probably pass out and never wake up ever again,” he clasps your hand, playfully toying with your fingers. He turns over, to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “But I could use some love.”
He hints, briefly looking over at you. “Awe,” you lean in closer to him, brushing his hair out of his face. “You get all the love you want,” you press a peck to his lips, tasting like champagne. You absentmindedly bring your hand down to his lower stomach, feeling his pants, and… a bulge.
“But, uh, baby,” his eyes land on yours, widening as he realises what you just felt. “Feels to me like you might want a bit more than just love.” he literally turns red at that, stuttering and grabbing hold of your hand, clearly flustered at your discovery.
“Ah!” he laughs, embarrassed, “I couldn’t help it, look at you! You always make me like this,” he motions between your body and his, clumsily explaining himself.
“What? A man isn’t allowed to love his girlfriend?” he trails off, “Yeah, yeah,” you answer dryly, returning your hand, his head falling back against the pillows with a deep breath.
You’re barely touching him, just resting your hand atop his pelvis, but it has him all riled up. He slows his breathing, eyes closing and hand on your arm falling down against the bed. “Dio.”
You lean down to kiss him again, just looking at him and admiring him. He’s like a Roman statue when he’s laying like this. Sculpted body, his beautiful face and his scruffy dark hair.
All yours, all at your mercy, all for you. Suddenly, you speed your hand up, going faster over his pants.
His breath catches in his throat, “B-Baby,” you giggle at his antics. “What? You’re the winner, no? Winner gets special treatment.” It’s obvious that he’s really losing composure now, breathing faster and sweat building at his brow.
He keeps his body strained, head tilted back. You see an open space, and you take advantage. You lean down to his neck, pressing little kisses to his adams apple, up his throat, on the backside of his ear and on his jaw. He actually whines at that. You have him laying beneath you, whining.
You kiss him on the lips this time, a bit deeper, a bit more curious. A slow kiss. All of a sudden, he’s pulling your hand away from his crotch, hips stuttering and writhing away. “C-can you,” he begins, out of breath, “Can you j-just get on top, p-please?”
He looks at you with the most puppy-like eyes you’ve ever seen. “Aw, well, when you say it like that,” you climb over his lap, feet falling over both sides, straddling him, “Of course I can.”
His hands go up to your hips automatically, gripping the fat there in his palms and groaning. “Baciami,” he whines, holding your hands in his and sitting up, “per favore…”
You lean in immediately, kissing his soft lips again, keeping a slow pace. You start moving your hips ever so slightly, longing for some stimulation.
It seems to shock him, flinching, and gripping hard onto your hips in surprise. “Wait!” long and dragged out, throwing his head back to catch his breath before speaking, “I can’t—”
You look at him in mild surprise, “Baby, what?” you’re about to climb off of him as you speak. “I thought you wanted to…”
He stutters over his words as he tries to explain himself, flustered. “No! I mean— yes! I do want to. But, ah…” he looks away, can’t look you in the eye, “I’m already… finished,” you look down at his lap, spotting the wet patch that you’d somehow overlooked before.
Oh. He already came. Just from your hand… he was getting sensitive. “Ah, I’m sorry, my baby,” he looks exhausted, clearly not having been the intention. “I didn’t mean to. But I’m too tired,”
You smile at him with a bit of pity, giving a kiss to his cheek, climbing off of him. “That’s okay, I promise,” you lay down beside him and speak. “Want me to get you a new pair of pants?” He looks at you in thought for a moment, before murmuring quietly, “We don’t have to stop completely.”
He grabs your hand, playing with it. “What? I thought you were done?” you say, confused, “I am. But I can help you…” he drags his hand over your top, warm hand resting on your chest.
He leans over to press a quick to both sides of your cheek, then one on your lips, gentle. He’s practically on top of you now, dark hair resting down on your forehead. “Bella ragazza,” he whispers.
His hand makes its way down to your bottoms, spreading your legs apart from each other, making way for his fingers to graze over the soft fabric of your panties.
You whimper at the contact, his warmth bringing perfect pleasure to your aching cold.
You drag him down to your height by his necklace, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss, letting soft whimpers escape. He smiles against your lips, happy that you’re enjoying what he’s doing to you. He presses his knee into the bed between your legs so that you can’t keep them closed.
He slips his fingers under the band of your panties and gently caresses your clit. You break away from the kiss, Kimi keeping his eyes glued to your face, needing to see your faces and your noises to what he’s doing to you.
He speeds his fingers up, loving your little whimpers. He uses his other hand to reach for yours, kissing it before pinning it next to your head.
You whine, “Hmm,” and look up at him again, “Kiss?” he laughs quietly at your desperate tone, obeying with no hesitation, kissing your collarbone, your cheek, your nose before moving on to your lips.
He speeds his hand simultaneously, fingers grazing fire over your most sensitive spot, not letting you escape.
“I can feel it, baby,” he says, breathing heavily, “Want to let go?” You nod at him with desperation, hair clinging to your forehead with sweat. “Please,” you whine, “I’m close…”
He smiles at you, bulge evident in his pants again. He just continues his work, fingers moving in circles.
Your body feels alight. You can barely control your breathing and your whining, legs held open by his, and with a muffled whine, you come.
It’s an indescribable feeling, exploding, pulsing and having your heartbeat shoot up to the sky. “Good job, baby,” he presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead, “Feels good?”
He drags his hand out of the waistband of your panties, rubbing his hand over your stomach in a soothing matter to calm you down.
He kisses your neck lightly, teeth grazing your skin. “Sono fiero di te, ti amo,” you give him a drunken smile, basking in his affection and his kisses.
He gets off of you, heading to the bathroom of your exclusive hotel room and coming back with a towel, your night dress and a change of pants for him. He sits on the edge of the bed, “Scoot,” you do as he says, lifting your butt and sliding your pants off, dragging your panties with them.
He cleans you off with the towel, and gives you your night dress so that you can get ready for bed. He stands up to take his pants off, his boxers having a visible dark patch in them now.
You muffle your giggle at it but you know he heard it. “Shut up,” he laughs, embarrassed, “I couldn’t help myself. You were too pretty.”
He changes his boxers and his pants, while you get under the covers, almost drifting to sleep.
He lays down beside you on the bed again, cupping your face in his hands and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “Buona notte.”
You smile at him, looking into his eyes. “Grazie di tutto, bambina,” you hear, drifting off to sleep in his arms, his chin resting on top of your shoulder.
You hear him later, “Oggi è stata una giornata perfetta. È grazie a te. So che ti amerò per sempre e un giorno ti sposerò anch’io.”
His trophy gleams in the light of the hotel room, your bed is messy and soft, you both fast asleep in each others arms as the neon night passes. It doesn’t get any better.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
synopsis: seeing if my boyfriend melts into a kiss
warnings: ---
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀requested here <3
You sit on the sofa in your hotel room with Arvid, both on your phones. Standing up for a moment, you look down at him, “I want to try something,” he grins at you from his seat. “For a TikTok, okay? We don’t need to post it…” You drag him up by his arms into standing, setting your phone up on the windowsill. “Hold your arms out like this,” you look at him with a smile, “stay here.”
The video begins, and Arvid looks into the camera with a sly smirk. You put your hands on the back of his neck, going in for a deep kiss. His lips feel soft and hot against yours, giving in with no fight. His arms fall down to your slides, fingers subconsciously drawing circles on the skin there. His kiss is languid, continuing on and on.
You pull away from him, moving your hands up to cup his cheeks instead. There's so much love in his eyes when he looks at you, the green outer ring of his eye glimmering in the light. You press a quick kiss to each cheek, feeling him flush warm beneath your lips, goofy smile widening.
“Okay,” you walk over, retrieving your phone, “You may have gotten a little carried away.” he looks over your shoulder as you look down at your phone. The loss of composure is clear, the second your lips are on him, he melts. He gives a slight grin in embarrassment, eyes darting to the floor. “Baby,” you look him in the eye, “It’s so cute. Please don’t be embarrassed.”
He comes around at the adoring look in your face, clearly loving it. “If you’d like to,” he sits down again, “you can post it. Think I deserve some presence on your feed by now, no?” you smile at that, wrapping him in a hug. “Thank you, baby,” he rubs his hands over your back, shoving his chin into your shoulder and exhaling.
When you pull away he presses a quick kiss to your forehead, sitting down beside him. He's beautiful like this, his eyes, his hair, his skin. Everything about him makes you giddy like you have a crush all over again.
You take your hand in his and intertwine your fingers, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I love it when you kiss me,” he smiles at you, “gives me butterflies.” you continue.
“Well, might need to do it more often, then,” he chuckles, squeezing your hand in his palm, “I’m free, if you…” you turn your head away in embarrassment, unable to look at him. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “Love you, so much,” you turn into him again, giving him a peck on the lips.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♪ video games - lana del rey
synopsis: seeing if my boyfriend melts into a kiss
warnings: ---
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀requested here <3
Setting up for a TikTok with Ugo, the first with him in it since your relationship began. You set your phone up, dragging him into the frame. He’s so lanky, laughing as you position his arms. “Baby,” he looks down at you with the cutest smile, “So I just stand like this?” you giggle to yourself, waiting for the timer to count down. “Just stay like that, okay?”
He obeys, standing with his arms out to the side and keeping eye contact with a smile. You take hold of his jaw in both hands, tilting his face downwards. You can’t contain your grin at how adorable he is. Then, you kiss him, slow and unexpected. His body goes weak at it, arms falling down to the side and landing on your lower back. You keep kissing him, smiling into it. The video’s long stopped recording, but you can’t bring yourself to quit just yet.
You move your hands to the back of his neck, kiss moving slow and languid. His hands find comfort in gripping the flat of your back, and he hums into it, clearly enjoying himself at your attention. After a while, you let go of his jaw, going back to your phone to look at the video. You smile at it, how oblivious he is, how cute he is when he’s caught off guard.
He laughs with slight embarrassment at your flushed face, tucking your hair behind your ear. “What, is this for a TikTok now?” he tilts your face up to him, “First appearance?” You fight a smirk. “If you want to,” keeping his arms around your waist, “Just look how cute it is, though! This is the perfect video…”
You post it, turning your phone off for the rest of the night. And who would have known, by the next day, your video is surely your most viewed by far. You know he doesn’t mind, being that you’ve been together so long without it necessarily being public. He slings a long arm over your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek, “Happy?” you turn to face him, smiling, “Very. You’re by far the cutest on my feed. I knew it needed a little something.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀arvid version here ❤︎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Sitting by the dinner table at Arvid’s house, you eat dinner with him and his family on a Friday night. It’s been good, it’s always good with him, and you’re so happy that his family has taken a liking to you. Stefan speaks up, “I’m excited for you, Arvid. I really, really think this will be worth it. We’re all proud of you, and we know your hard work will pay off.” Arvid looks down after he says that, flustered. This is what he’s always been working for, you think. Even just his previous seasons, he’s always practicing, training, doing what he can. And yet, he still makes time for his family, his personal life, and you. You’re the luckiest girl in the world.
You celebrate him with his family in London, of course, but the following period when he’s not allowed to tell anybody almost breaks him (and his parents, for that matter, how could they not?). He’s beyond happy and almost ecstatic. “I’m so proud of you, everyone is. I’m so glad you’ve reached your goal. Ready to celebrate?” He responds with a kiss to your cheek, sweeping you off your feet. A little cake for him, “Congratulations” with a smiley face, confetti and a colorful party hat. He’s in a good mood all night long, giddy and a little woozy. After his family leaves, and it’s just you and him left, music playing lowly.
He’s in his dress shirt, your favorite. “Many good things to come this coming year,” you lean your head to his side, “And I have a feeling a lot of it will involve us together.” He smiles at you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you into him. “Well, of course. How could I do without my lucky charm, my dream girl and my one and only?” he already has a lipstick mark to his cheek but you give him another for good measure.
If your relationship wasn’t made public before, it certainly is now. Even the attention he gets after is loads more than he’s ever been used to. He doesn’t really mind it, but he’s good with keeping his privacy and dodging invading questions. It’s one of the things you appreciate most about him; he’s considerate of your privacy and would never out you in any way you’re not comfortable with. Private, not secret. He’s happy to have you there on those nights. After practice, after races, at events, just you and him.
You continue to be in the background of his photos and with him to most places, though it’s usually never paid special attention to. You’re just glad you can be there to support him and accompany him, especially on the nights when you are apart and all you have is your messages and infrequent calls to hear each others’ voices. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you get up from your seat and snap a photo of him, party hat and all.
After this his circle grows a lot, and you’re rarely unoccupied. But he’s glowing, he’s so happy, proud. He’s getting recognized a lot more, always working and being out with his team. You talk and kiss over facetime, sending messages, listening to your shared playlists. He can’t wait, and you know he will always come back to you even though he’s away so often.
The photo you took of him is later posted to your private Instagram, captioning, “Well congratulations Starboy :)”
note I'm sorry this is only a blurb, I've been having such bad writers block&im working on a long fic! apologies bb:,) I do see your requests I will get them soon!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
synopsis: you're out celebrating with Arvid, when one of his friends get too handsy with you and he gets jealous...
warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, prompt: "I hate when we fight," alcohol, fighting/shouting, guy touching you w/ out permission
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ requested here <3
You share a hotel room with Arvid, booked over the weekend for the work he has to do in London. You accompany him to most things like this, and while you stay uninvolved and out of the spotlight, it can be difficult considering the circumstances of your relationship.
It’s only you and him this time, none of his family with him. And you see that all of the pressure is taking wear on him, he’s overworked, overwhelmed. He’s working non stop, doing media work after media work, interview after interview, training after training. It never ends.
It’s frustrating, and it takes up a huge portion of your relationship. But you did know what you were getting into when you got together. It wasn’t like this was something you didn’t sign up for. You just hadn’t expected how much it would actually affect your relationship.
You’re out in town with him this time, walking up the cracked pavement steps of the beautiful Ritz Hotel. Not going to lie, you’ve been getting more and more attention lately.
And seeing as Arvid’s been away, guys somehow think it means you’re up for a nice time. In a way, it makes you feel good, knowing that you look good.
And it’s nice to feel validated when you dress up. But it gets to a certain point, and you know that after tonight, Arvid’s not going to let it go.
Out at a pub with him, at a bar, at a club, a party or an event— it doesn’t matter. Being there with him makes it easier. He’s calming, holds your hand and guides you through the crowds. Later through the night he’s always more adventurous, zero inhibitions in the middle of the club.
You’re out with some of his friends, celebrating, and it might just be the most elegant and luxurious club you have ever laid your eyes on. Carved marble, colourful lights, pounding music.
You sit by the bar and talk with them, Arvid is dragged away halfway through, wanted somewhere else. They’re talking loudly and laughing, and you laugh along with them in only half-understanding. You’re okay with being with his friends, though you have had some uncomfortable experience with one certain guy— Lucas.
Probably had a bit too much now, near falling off the bar stool in exaggeration to the story he’s telling. “And— and then, you could quite literally see it in the face of the lad, he’s tripping balls!” he continues after a long swallow, pupils dilated, “And what do you mean, brother, that it’s crazy? You done her dirty, blud!”
And at that, the rest of the group exchanged glances, and left without a glance back. Great. That leaves you with Lucas alone. He’s looking head on now, somewhat focused, gripping his glass. “And what do you say, lass?”
You chuckle nervously at that, uncomfortably toying with your necklace and unable to answer. You must admit, when he’s not completely off his rocker, he can be a bit charming.
Not that you’ve ever considered anything, obviously, as you’re very happy with Arvid and nobody will ever change that.
You look around for Arvid, though, to your dismay, he’s nowhere to be seen. Lucas grips the edge of his stool to scoot a bit closer to you, breath smelling of beer and nicotine. “Aye, nae bother. He’s been out of here a while ago. Doesn’t feel like the night’s done yet.”
The dam seems to break at that. You’re so overwhelmed, everything in the room at once, you stand from your place at the bar.
Knocking the drink over by accident, you flusteredly turn your head from Lucas, and walk in the opposite direction. Half-running, almost, in a hurry to locate your boyfriend.
It's all too much. Your head hurts, the alcohol no way positively affecting it, the music is too loud, too many people. You hurry towards the door at last, going down the main entrance to the outside area.
All’s normal, some guys smoking outside, football game on and slurred talking. You also spot… the agitated eyes of none other than your lover.
His face is serious, at least more than usual, sitting with his arms crossed out by the front. You awkwardly half-jog towards him, giving him a bashed smile.
He asks, “You had fun or what?” You're taken aback at that. “What do you mean? They took you away, I was looking for you but I couldn't find you anywhere—”
He stands, looking down at you in disapproval. “So what? Second I run off you think it's fair game to be with other guys behind my back? One of my best mates, at that?”
Looking wide eyed up at him, you respond, “What? Arvid, no, he came up to me, he’s always been weird like this and I didn’t mean anything by it.”
He scoffs and turns around at that, walking over to lean on his car. You feel tears burning in your eyes just at the thought that he thinks you would do something like that to him.
“Arvid, please, you know I would never do anything like that. He’s drunk, I wasn’t reciprocating anything and—” in a flash, he’s interrupting you abruptly. “I don't want to hear it!”
he turns to avoid looking you in the eye, “I know we're away from each other a lot but it doesn’t mean I go be with other girls the second you're out of my sight.”
Looking agape up at him, you watch as he gets in the drivers’ seat of the car and pats the seat of the passenger. You get in, and he drives you back to the hotel in complete silence. You see by the way he’s gripping the steering wheel, adjusting his grip, scoffing, he’s frustrated..
Arriving at the hotel again, sitting in the bed while he leans against the doorframe. After a few minutes of silence: “Baby, if you tell me the truth, I promise, I won't get angry with you.” he turns to face you, “I just need to hear the truth. I don't want to believe that anything I saw was true.”
You shift on the bed, “Arvid, I promise with everything I have. Lucas has been a creep for a while now and I never thought he’d actually advance on me. It freaked me out too and I would never go behind your back like that.” tearing up, “You were so happy to be out celebrating. I was really happy. I hate when we fight.”
Something seems to shift within him at that, because his eyes have softened, and he moves towards the bed to sit by your feet. You wipe frustratingly at your burning eyes, pulling your knees up to your chest.
He puts a hand on your leg, “I’m so sorry. I— I was just really angry. I assumed too early and I just let the emotions get the better of me. You mean the world to me, baby. Please don’t cry, I never wanted you to get hurt, love. I’m so, so, sorry.” You move so that you're both laying now, wiping the last of your tears.
You cup his hand with your palms, sniffling. “It’s okay. I didn’t want any of this to happen. I just got really overwhelmed and I didn't want you to think anything like that of me. I love you to death and nobody and nothing will ever change that, Arvid.”
And with that, he moves to kiss you gently on the cheek, smiling as he moves back. His voice is shushed as he talks, “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to explode like that. I just- I got jealous. I want you. I only ever want you, and the thought that someone else thinks you're a piece of meat makes me want to vomit. I love you.”
It's way past midnight already— but he moves to sit beside you, and you talk, and talk, and talk until you both fall asleep. With his head on your chest, you play with his hair, lulling him to sleep.
ps im seeing and writing all of your requests, my birthday was a couple days ago & Christmas so been busy :,)
i write for motorsport generally, not just f1, so shoot!
any real life individual that I write about, living or dead, is solely a dramaticized and fictional version of who they are. I do not know any of these people, their character, or intend to give that impression. All stories and everything written about them on this blog is only from my fictional state of mind and their public persona, headcanons remain headcanons and are not intended to portray the real life person in a certain manner. none of this is facts nor should you judge their character based on any of it. None of it is intended to disrespect the dead or their living families either. All respect to them and their loved ones, these are fictional stories written for fun with no idea of what these people are actually like. -this is also a strict no-ai environment! no ai is used in anything at all on this blog! if its shit, it's human made slop written by a girl in ellipsus
⁰² rules for requesting
i have two blogs- @deer4ditch for my other fandoms and @4rvid strictly for f1 writing. unless i have something scheduled i try to alternate between works for each blog, so that they're both updated equally and requests are filled timely. this year, i'm quite busy, so writing isn't at the top of my priorities, unfortunately. some quick facts:
i only write for a female reader, gender neutral at most.
i don't write for OCs and keep the reader as vague as possible.
filling requests takes some time for me to get it right. if i don't want to write your request for whatever reason i won't respond to it.
request whatever you want, i don't have strict limits in topics, obviously if i'm not comfortable i just won't do it. try and see what happens!
also, please try to be specific in your request if you want something explicitly, as i unfortunately cannot read minds
⁰³ i accept emoji anons!
if you want to stick around, claim an emoji and be a regular anon ❤︎
PSA: i juggle between this blog & @deer4ditch so if a request is taking very long i'm most likely working on something for the other blog ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
