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chillicoded · 2 months ago

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Publicly shipping and sexualising F1 drivers is STRANGE.

This isn't targeted and I'm not trying to start anything, I'm just utterly bamboozled and wanted to put my thoughts out.

I don't know if it's just because I came to the F1 community fresh from mcyttwt, where it was pretty much standard for people to get doxxed and reported into oblivion for shipping youtubers/streamers or even daring to imply that they were attractive in any way, but I've been here for a year now and I'm honestly still dumbfounded at how normalised hardcore shipping between and sexualisation of the drivers is. I didn't see much of it on Twitter while I was active there, I imagine because most of the F1 accounts I followed were in the exact same boat as me, but I see glimpses of it on other platforms like Instagram and Threads, and over my last few days of using Tumblr, I've noticed it's very prevalent here.

Admittedly, mcyttwt could take the notion of protecting creators' personal boundaries a little far sometimes. Especially in the peak of the DreamSMP in 2020/21, you couldn't even compliment a creator's new haircut or lightly blush their cheeks in fanart without someone in the replies calling you out for "sexualising" the creator, and like I said above, doxxing and mass reporting was commonplace. At points like that, it really did more harm than good and it was borderline puritanical. That level of internal policing and constantly walking on eggshells to avoid getting lumped in with Those People is not what I would want for the F1 community, or any fandom. It's normal to find drivers attractive (including sexually attractive) and it's okay to talk about it to a reasonable, respectful extent. It's normal to appreciate their dynamics with each other and it's okay to point out and joke about the bromance-y moments they have with each other.

I think it's also okay to exaggerate those dynamics and bromances for the sake of fanfic. There's no way to fully capture a whole person in words, their whole 20-, 30-, 40-something years of life including everything you haven't seen and everything under the PR-polished persona they put on for the media. No matter how accurately a writer can portray a real person, they're ultimately still writing a character. For that reason, I feel like fanfiction is where the line in the sand can be blurred a bit. I still find hardcore smut about F1 drivers strange, but that is a much more subjective take from me.

What's really strange is describing your sexual fantasies about a driver explicitly and in detail on public platforms. What's strange is watching a driver's every interaction with another and psychoanalysing them to prove or imply that they are sexually or romantically involved with each other. They are real people, and you're putting that on the internet for anyone, including the drivers, to see. I can't even imagine how violating it would be for them to be aware that every time they interact with a colleague or friend, their body language and their every word is being scrutinised by people who want to imagine that they're fucking their fellow driver. How humiliating it must be for them to be aware that if their shirt sits like this or they bend down like that, there will be a slew of strangers on the internet drooling over how badly they want them and commenting on their bodies.

Yeah, sounds pretty horrifying when it's put like that, doesn't it?

It's even more bizarre to me that the people who are completely unashamed of all this weird shit will go on for days about how hateful comments and death threats aren't okay. I'm not saying they're wrong for that or shouldn't be speaking out about it - anyone can and should be calling those things out - but the hypocrisy is baffling. Hate and death threats aren't okay because, aside from the fact that it's just not cool to talk to or about people like that, there's a non-zero chance that the drivers will see those comments and it could seriously affect them mentally and emotionally, especially when it's on every platform, coming from countless people. You can recognise and understand that, but you don't think even once, let alone twice, that maybe speculating about drivers' personal relationships, sexuality and bodies and publicly objectifying them could have the same effects? Seriously?

I get that every fandom has Those People, and it's usually a bigger portion of the fandom than people like to think. Even while I was on mcyttwt, That Side of the fanbase was an elephant in the room; we all knew it was there, but no one really spoke about it or engaged with it because 1) nobody wanted to give them any attention or waste any time on it, 2) we knew there was nothing we could do to stop those people from being Strange, and 3) it was an ugly, shameful part of the community that we were all happier pretending wasn't there. The side of the fandom that didn't care to respect the basic boundaries and personal lives of people they claimed to support were very distinctly separated from those who did. I think that was for the best, and I wish it was the way things were done here. Here, it seems completely unabashed and it's intermingled with blogs that aren't like that at all. When I see a cool piece of fanart or a post I agree with here, there's no way for me to know what I'm going to find when I look at the rest of the blog. The amount of times I've clicked on a blog I thought looked cool and started scrolling only to find some weird shit like "I just KNOW (x) and (y) have explored each other's bodies" with no warning has been jarring, and seriously offputting.

I'm not expecting to pull up on Tumblr, write this a few days later and completely change the culture here. I'm sure other people feel the same way as me and have spoken about it before, and I'm sure the people who do all this aren't bothered at all. I just find it so baffling that it's everywhere here and I wanted to talk about it. In an ideal world, people would learn the difference between an outside thought and an inside thought and know that these are definitely inside thoughts, but ultimately, that's not going to happen anytime soon. Maybe if you're going to put that kind of content out there, at least be aware that other people don't necessarily want to see it and make it clear that it's on your blog for our sake, so we don't have to encounter it if we don't want to? Please?

And by the way, if you're wondering why I don't just ditch Tumblr if I don't like the culture here, I'm mainly here because this is the best place for me to post the kind of content I want to make, not necessarily because it's the best place to find the kind of content I want to see (and also because my housemate convinced me to start a blog and now I'm slightly addicted). I just want to be able to follow blogs that don't post stuff that makes me seriously uncomfortable, and so far, that's been difficult to find. With that said, if you're active here and you're not into Posting Weird Shit, please let me know so I can follow you xoxo

(PS "daily" drawings will be back soon, i keep getting peer pressured to go to the uni library and spending my entire evening there so i run out of time to draw </3)

#olive's silly f1 opinions xoxo #f1 #formula 1 #f1 community #f1 tumblr #f1blr #guys please

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were-cheetah-stiles · 7 years ago

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The Recruit (Chapter 18) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 78, Part II”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Steven Rapp & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: thank you to @ninja-stiles for helping me decide what to do with this chapter WEEKS ago. I was going in all different directions and she really helped to shape this. Also, I’m assuming that Jake Gyllenhaal joke was with you, Britt............ I’m assuming.

The Hills - The Weeknd

Warnings: SMUT. like dirty bathroom sex kind of smut. cursing.

Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen

"Bro.. do you know who that is over there?"

"Hmm?" Mitch glanced over to where Steven was looking. He didn't recognize the man that was being seated at the table nearby. He shook his head and looked back at his food.

"Dude, you know who Jake Gyllenhaal is."

Mitch shrugged. "Name sounds familiar."

Steven shook his head and looked back at the table full of food in front of him. "You are so nonchalant about everything." Mitch laughed and shrugged again, his mouth full of cornbread. "So do you have any pictures from your trip?"

"What trip?" Mitch asked, his mouth full after shoving a forkful of mac-n-cheese in it.

Steven lowered the barbecue rib from his mouth and put it back on his plate, confused as to how Mitch didn't know what trip he was referring to. "....... the trip you took after Katrina... the one you were on for more than a year...?" Steven stared at his brother, with his brow furrowed.

"Oh.." Mitch chuckled and glanced down at his plate. "Um, not really."

"No pictures? At all?" Steven seemed bamboozled by that concept, as he was absolutely addicted to his iPhone and was garnering quite a following on Instagram. Steven was definitely more a child of their generation than his brother.

Mitch nodded and stuffed more cornbread in his mouth, chewing the dry carb in an effort to stall. "It just wasn't that kind of trip, you know? I was trying to..."

"Get over Katrina, I know. I just figured.. I don't know, a landscape or something. Where'd you even go?"

Mitch felt the need to lie about this. He didn't think that his brother would understand why, after seeing his fianceé be killed, Mitch would return to the Middle East for “leisure”. "Spent some time in Asia. Hong Kong, Thailand, Japan, Indonesia, Vietnam, Cambodia.. I really liked Cambodia." Mitch had never been to any of those places. "I wish I had taken some pictures now. The thought just never crossed my mind at the time." Mitch shrugged.

Steven went back to eating; his suspicions having been quelled. "I'm guessing you're not really allowed to take pictures on your trips for work either."

Mitch chuckled and shook his head. "No, not really."

"Well, listen..." Steven sighed, and wiped his hands on the napkin tucked into his shirt collar, protecting his suit from their messy lunch choice. "I don't need pictures of your trips, and I don't really even need the stories either... I just need my big brother back. I can take trips down to D.C. when you're in the States, and I'm assuming like every one else you get holidays off. You and Y/n can always come back up here for the Fourth of July."

Mitch understood how much he had abandoned his younger brother and he felt guilty for it, but he could not give Steven anything definitive for fear of letting him down again. "We get some holidays off, and if we have that off, then yea, we'll definitely come up here for it."

"Or I could come down to D.C. I bet Independence Day in the Capital is probably sick."

"Yea, maybe.."

Mitch and Steven finished their lunch and began walking back to Steven's office building, when Mitch spotted a used bookstore.

"Uh, do you mind if I pop inside for a minute? I want to see if they have something.. if you have to go back to work, I'll just see you later at dinner?" Mitch asked, as they stepped out of the way of the other pedestrians. Steven shrugged and followed his brother.

"What are you looking for?" Steven said as Mitch looked for someone who worked there.

"Excuse me, um, Derek?” Mitch glanced at the young man’s name tag. “Where are your classics?"

The skinny young man behind the check out desk took his time raising his gaze from his magazine up to Mitch, but when he did see the brothers, a smile spread across his face and he leaned over the counter. "Over there, honey." He pointed of to the right. "Let me know if I can help you with anything."

Steven snickered and Mitch walked off, not noticing that he was being flirted with. "What are you looking for?" Steven asked again, Mitch's eyes scanned the shelf full of old secondhand books.

"I just want to see if they have something..." Mitch poked his head around, moving the stacked books around on the shelves.

"I can help, you know?" Steven complained, tiring of his brother's silence.

"Don't need it." Mitch grabbed a dusty blue, hardcover book off the shelf and brought it up to the register. "How old would you say this is?"

The employee gave his best pout as he examined the book. "Maybe a third or fourth edition?" He rung up the book and handed it to Mitch, who had a slight smile on his lips. The cashier watched as the two brothers walked out of the store together.

"Alright well that was fun.... I'll see you guys at like 8?" Steven said smirking and shaking his head, holding the door to his building open, half standing in the lobby.

Mitch nodded and walked back towards the subway.

You sat on a cozy love seat, under a heat lamp, at the rooftop bar of The Standard Hotel in the Meatpacking District of Manhattan. You, Mitch and Steven decided to get drinks after dinner and enjoy a Tuesday night on the town. Mitch was standing at the bar, trying to get all of your orders in, and you seized the moment. You leaned forward towards Steven and asked a question that had been in the back of your mind since you found out about Katrina.

"What was he like growing up?"

Steven put down his phone when he heard your question. He glanced behind you to see Mitch still waiting to be served at the bar. "Funny. He was always smart and driven and all of that, but he was lighter then, you know? When our parents died, Mitch really took it hard."

"The boarding schools..." You interjected.

Steven nodded. "We got shipped off to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania to live with our aunt, step-uncle, and three cousins, and Mitch just didn't handle it well. I was young enough, that I was just sad, but Mitch was angry. He got in fights and he didn't go to class.. He stole my uncle's gun and car and just drove out to the woods and shot targets until it got dark. The police finally found him and.." Steven shrugged. "It was failed boarding school attempt, after failed boarding school attempt, after failed boarding school attempt... The last one made the difference though. He found a coach that saw the potential in him and he became Varsity captain of the lacrosse team by Sophomore year. He did winter track and swim team in the fall."

"He went to 'Cuse on a lacrosse scholarship, right?" Mitch had never told you that, he didn't like talking about college very much, but you had done some snooping in the files in Stan's office when they were both gone.

Steven smiled and nodded. "Yea, he was a beast... an actual All-American athlete, you know?" Steven shook his head. "I love my brother a lot, and I don't mean to sound cocky, but when I got to Syracuse a year after him, it was like me and the school and our friends and lacrosse brought out the Mitch I grew up with. He was good again, light, effervescent, funny, talkative... I think being around a sport he loved, and good friends, and his brother-"

"And Katrina.." You didn't like beating around the bush.

Steven nodded. "I think it all did a lot of good for him.

"So the Mitch that we have today is because of what happened to Katrina then?"

Steven paused and nodded. "It was not at all fair that that happened to him twice.." Steven came around and sat next to you on the seat, trying to not shout over the music. "...that he lost people so suddenly and tragically, twice? It was just fucked up. He left about two weeks after her funeral and he stayed in touch and kept his apartment for about four months, and then he just disappeared, sold the place, and I didn't hear from him again until like two weeks ago when he told me he was coming up here with you."

You fidgeted with your hands in your lap. "I don't know what to to say.. that's... just.." You trailed off and shook your head, looking around to see Mitch finally speaking to the bartender.

"I've never seen him like he is now though. I can tell that the anger is somewhere under the surface, like it was when we were kids, but at the same time he's...." Stephen paused looking for the right words. "You clearly make him really happy, Y/n. He's different than he was with Katrina. Maybe he just grew up more or something. I mean, they were only twenty-three when they got engaged."

"What are you two talking about?" Mitch came over, balancing three drinks among his long fingers, and sitting where Steven had been sitting, across from you.

Steven hooked his arm around your shoulders, hugging you close to his side, and smiled. "Talking shit about you, big bro."

You grinned and patted Steven's arm, appreciating that Steven didn't divulge the true nature of your conversation. Mitch smirked and rolled his eyes. "Then you get no drink, little bro."

Mitch leaned against the wall, sipping his whiskey and watching as you chatted up a girl with Steven. He thought back on the last time he saw you act like a wingman at a party. He remembered the electricity that surged through his body when, in your tight, short, cream colored dress and thigh-high black suede boots, you leaned over his lap, your hand resting on his thigh for stability, and ordered his favorite drink without him ever having told you what it was. He remembered watching you gyrate on the dance floor, and the way your body moved in your dress. He took a deep breath and took a sip of his drink, suddenly feeling overheated. He scanned the dark room, full of sweaty, grinding bodies, swaying to the overly loud music, and saw you, grin and nudge Steven as he got dragged out onto the dance floor with the girl he was trying to snag.

You turned around, a mischievous and drunken smile plastered on your face. You spotted Mitch and began strutting off the dance floor towards him, purposefully swaying your hips in an exaggerated fashion as you approached him. You paused to down the rest of your champagne and leave it on the bar, turning back to Mitch, and dancing your way over to him. He stared at your legs, barely covered by a high waisted and short red leather skirt. His eyes made their way up your body passed the tight, long sleeved, but low cut black shirt, and choker necklace, and up to your red-stained lips moving as you sang the words to the song playing over the speakers. He grinned, and rubbed at the stubble on his chin, chuckling and shaking his head at your tipsy behavior.

"Come on..." You pulled at his hand, trying to get him to follow you onto the dance floor.

Mitch didn't budge from the wall, instead pulling you back against him. "I haven't seen you like this before." He said, his lips curling up at the corners, as he snaked his arm around the small of your back.

"I have fun sometimes." You whispered up to him, tonguing your top left canine as you smirked. You swayed your body against his, your hands pressed against Mitch's chest, and your face inches away from his. "Come dance with me."

"I haven't danced in a long time..."

"But you've danced.." You ground your body against his a little harder, and smugly licked your lips.

"I don't think so, Y/n/n.." Mitch was trying to suppress a grin. He didn't want you to know how much you were turning him on. He wanted to remain stubborn and win, so that maybe, instead of making him dance, you would want to leave and go home instead.

You were definitely the more stubborn of the two of them. You looked up at the speaker above the two of you in the ceiling as you heard the song change. You grinned and then pouted. "I love this song. Please?" Mitch shook his head.

"Your man on the road, he doin' promo... You said, 'keep our business on the low-low'.."

You connected your eyes with his and began silently singing the words to him. "I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone, cause you look even better than the photos..." You smirked and wiggled your fingers at him in a come hither fashion.

Mitch laughed, dropping his head down, and pushing the back of his hand to cover his smile. "Nope." He killed his whiskey neat and placed it on the tall table next to him, finally wrapping his hands around your waist.

The bass on the lightly remixed version of The Weeknd's, "The Hills" dropped and you turned around, your hands pulling Mitch's arms tighter around you, and you began to grind your body against his. Mitch pressed his lips together and tried to remain resolved in his stubbornness. He rolled his head back and quickly gave up. He'd pretty much do anything you wanted. Mitch grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the dense crowd of people.

"I only love it when you touch me, not feel me. When I'm fucked up, that's the real me. When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah.."

You grinned from ear to ear and wrapped your arms around Mitch's neck. He tried to suppress his smirk and pulled your body close against him. You swayed back and forth against him, smirking as you remained inches away from his face. You pressed your hand against the nape of his neck, leaning him closer and you connected your lips to his. His hand made it down to squeeze your ass as you continued kissing and grinding on each other.

The deejay seamlessly flowed The Weeknd into a remixed version of "Drunk in Love" by Beyonce and you smiled into your prolonged, sloppy kisses. You broke away and turned around, keeping your arms hooked around his neck. You felt Mitch begin to sway his hips against yours in a way that kept good time with the hypnotic rhythm. You felt your desire for the way his body moved against you begin to pool against your black panties. You were entranced at the natural way his body moved to the music.

Your left hand broke free from its sweaty grip around his neck and ruffled your hair in a way that wafted the familiar vanilla scent into his nostrils. He was more intoxicated by you than the alcohol. Mitch snaked his hand up your arm and placed your hand back around his neck. He then reached around, cupping his hand under your chin and pulling up. He felt you twitch against his grip, a quick flashback beginning to form in your memories.

"It's just me. It's just us." Mitch whispered into your ear, his lips grazing your cheek.

You breathed deeply and surrendered to Mitch's pull. He locked his lips against yours, his hand holding tightly against your jaw, as he bit and pulled at your bottom lip. He heard the faintest moan come from your mouth, as your fingers curled into his hair and you pushed against his cock. His free hand worked its way up from your hip bone, lightly pulling at your leather skirt as his sticky skin moved, to your sternum, and you whimpered. You could barely hear the music over the sound of your heart thumping in your ear drums. Mitch tugged at your bottom lip again and you could no longer fight the urge.

You grabbed at his hand, pulling it off of your throat, and led him out of the crowd. Your skirt was slightly off kilter from the dancing, and Mitch reached down with his free hand to pull it back in place. You were no one's to look at but his.

You led him down a long and dark hallway and towards a stairwell. Mitch stopped you and pushed you up against a wall, the sound from the speakers in the club caused the surface to vibrate against your body, as Mitch pushed your head to the side and began kissing at your neck. You pushed Mitch off and began walking down the staircase, wobbly from the alcohol and your high, black suede booties. You grabbed his hand again when the two of you made it to the bottom of the stairs and he followed you towards the end of a slightly less dim hallway. Mitch glanced around, the walls were covered in graffiti and stickers and chewed gum, and the music was muffled, but still decipherable through the ceiling.

You opened the door to the women's restroom and crouched down to glance under the stalls. It was empty. Mitch followed you in and reached up to the metal arm at the top of the door, locking it closed. Mitch suddenly got pushed against the door by you, who ran your hands through his hair and pressed your lips against his. He leaned down, looped his hands under your thighs, and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, still kissing wildly at him, and suddenly felt the sensation of cold and wet porcelain against the bottoms of your bare legs.

Mitch pushed your chin up and left long, sucking kisses against your throat and jaw, as you fumbled to get his pants undone. He finally relieved you of the task, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down. You bit and pulled and sucked at his bottom lip, moaning into the action as he grabbed your waist, pulling you off of the sink to stand in front of him.

Mitch turned you around, watching you press your delicate fingers into the white porcelain, and he ran his hands up your thighs, reaching them underneath the supple leather of your skirt, and pulled down your underwear. You glanced over at the full-length mirror on the back of the door and saw Mitch's cock, fully erect and waiting to be buried inside of you. Mitch looked up, you were staring back at him in the dirty mirror in front of you.

"You trust me?" He asked your reflection. You nodded. "Do you want me?"

You bit your lip. "God fucking yes."

Mitch smirked, placed his hand on the back of your neck, and pushed you against the sink. You gripped onto the sides as you felt him push your skirt up around your waist.

"Oh god." You moaned loudly, as Mitch pushed his thick cock inside of you pussy; knowing that you were wet, but not actually checking. Mitch let out a loud exhale as he explored your body from a position that he had been to afraid of experiencing with you up until that morning. He felt his length fill you up completely and he shuddered at the sensation of his hips meeting your ass.

Mitch began to pick up his pace, and his strength, fucking you with the speed and force of a man who knew he was probably about to be caught by bouncers. Mitch watched as you moved one of your hands from the sink, to up against the wall in front of you. He listened to your staggered breathing, muffled by the bass of the music from upstairs.

"Harder." You said, barely audible amidst your moans.

Mitch obliged and began thrusting into you with even more force. You grunted and pushed back against his thrusts, causing Mitch to quickly lose control. You wanted him as deep inside of you as he could possibly get when he finished.

"Fuck, baby." Mitch whined, as he watched and felt you pushing back against him. "Fuck."

Mitch leaned forward, pressing his hand against yours on the sink, and gripping your shoulder as he quickly came undone. He pressed his body against yours again, and felt himself become drained of his seed. You moaned loudly as you felt his throbbing dick empty inside of you. Mitch collapsed his head onto your back and felt your heart racing against the back of your ribs.

"You okay?" He asked as he pulled out, a drop of his cum quickly dripping onto the dirty tiled floor between your feet.

"That was...so good."

Mitch walked over and unraveled a roll of toilet paper from the closest stall. He wiped himself up, tucked himself back in his pants and zipped them back snug around his waist. He wiped you up, and pulled your panties from your ankles back up around you, then pulled your skirt back down. He pressed his body up against you, your ass smushed against the porcelain once again.

"So, that was okay?" Mitch asked, placing his hands on your hips, and staring into your y/e/c eyes.

You nodded. "That was the hottest thing ever... but you owe me."

Mitch smirked. He knew you hadn't finished. He fully intended on repaying the debt. "I know."

"What time is it?"

Mitch looked at his watch. "2330."

"Do you think Steven will be pissed if we leave early?"

"Yea, I doubt we were even really going to see Steve again tonight." Mitch commented, reaching up to unlock the door.

"Why's that?" You asked, standing next to him with your hand on the handle of the door.

"Oh, Steve is definitely going to take that girl home and have sex with her, so I really don't think he'll be pissed if I take this girl..." Mitch gestured to you. "... home with me and have sex with her until she comes."

You grinned and followed Mitch out of the club.

Guys. Mitch is going to be the death of me. Um, I also think I’m gonna close the tags for The Recruit around Chapter 21? So get your requests in ASAP.

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