#1 k followers

[mrchiipchrome]

Thank y’all for 1k followers, that’s really crazy to me but I appreciate you all so much. Thank you all for sticking around even when I’m really annoying, for sticking around through both the good and bad moments, the spells of writers block, all the complaining and all the times of hopelessness that I’ve had.

If I’m honest, when I started writing I never thought that anything like this would ever happen, I never thought that I’d ever hit 100 followers, but I did and I’m so grateful for all of you even if I don’t always show it, but I’m especially grateful for the ones who have stuck around since the beginning, through the rough first fics and the even rougher titles.

When I say that every single one of you have impacted me more than you all think, I really do mean it. Every new story I read, every like, every follow, every reblog, pushes me to be a better writer and person every day and I think that’s what I’m the most grateful for. There have been so many times over this last year that I’ve felt like nothing is worth it anymore and that the world would be better without me in it, but every single time you all help me. Y’all remind me that life is worth living and that a small unimportant event doesn’t mean everything for the course of my life.

But I will promise something and that is that all of you have a special place in my heart and that I’m endlessly indebted to you all for the kindness, the funny moments, the advice and all the other wonderful experiences y’all have given me. I will try my very hardest to repay you all because I’d be doing an injustice if I didn’t.

I’m so sorry for how sappy this was, but from me to all of you, thank you all so much for 1 thousand followers (and for reading my shitty fics) it really means a lot to me, more than I can properly express. I look forward to continuing to put out fics and writing whatever I want.

So now from a 16 year old kid who doesn’t know her place in the world yet thank you and I love y’all so much,

Your Chip:)

[481mclarg]

Male reader who's been inlove with lando since they were in diapers (their moms are bffs) and lando who's the only one to not know about readers love, its years before lando (year before oscar gets into mclaren) who has an inkling about how reader feels about him, he brushes it off thinking its nothing but does take advantage with the info that reader would basically do stuff for him if lando asked (max f was the one who pointed out reader does this hoping that theyd put him out of his misery and date already) (lando doesn't do it very often, uses it to get reader to change plans for flights so they can go where lando wants to go or guilt reader into coming to his races when he should really be focusing on college things and the like *also note that before that year he use to do it too even if he didn't know it*), it goes on like that with lando taking advantage of readers love and kindness till reader 3/4 of the 2023 season in, reader ever so slightly separates himself from lando giving him excuses like a lot of projects to catch up on or saying that his phone had died since he was craming for an important test and by the end of the season reader and lando aren't speaking this follows till next season (not counting the times their familys force them together unknowingly, lando during these outings is really just talking to himself with reader just nodding and hmming at certain points) where lando invites reader along with both their familys to watch him race, reader cant really say no since classes have barely started for him and this is where oscar comes in reader who is very much still trying to get over lando meets oscar and is just blushing up a storm with how subtle oscars flirting is, lando who turns to talk to reader see's this and his face suddenly looks like it bit into a lemon with this weird feeling in his gut when he see them exchange numbers this basically leads to lando thinking he's jealous of reader getting along with his teammate so well (really its the other way around) so lando makes it his mission to get to know his teammate better (since they've only spent a year as teammates) which leads to him falling inlove with oscar (even with his unresolved feels for reader) which he realizes 2 races after the halfway point of the season, he also doesn't realize that oscar and reader have been really close till it comes out their in a relationship, which makes lando hella conflicted because he thinks their hot together and because he was hopeing to get with oscar himself (hopeing to get with reader too but he's ignoring those feelings) anyway in the transition from the 2024 season to the 2025 season lando comes to the realization that he and male reader haven't spoken since that last family function he attended, which leads to him realizing readers been inlove with him and vice-versa, which leads to them making up but reader is happy with oscar so he won't cheat on him with lando or ask oscar if he wants to add a third its not till oscar asks reader if he's still inlove with lando and reader looks at him shocked and then like a kicked puppy when he says yes which reader goes on to ramble that he wouldn't cheat on oscar in which in that moment oscar kisses him to shut him up which ends up with lando be tentatively added to the relationship in 2025.

–🍑

✶ I do. Me too. Me three.

"Do you think it's possible to love two people at the same time?"

                                                                                "Yeah"

★ Lando Norris × Childhood Friend Male Reader || OP81 × Male Reader × LN4

☆ idiots in love (but the idiot is Lando) (reader is pretty idiot too) (Oscar is chill). || WC: 3114.

Warning: idk how to label this. it's like friends to not speaking to lovers (oscar ver.) to lando being a confused wet cat to lovers³ & there's a tweet too. (my god this is long asf I didn't notice it was that long)

« K » Sorry for the delay. Surgeries r more painful than I expected. But I make this long kinda compensation? (In fact, it's just bc I love landoscar × reader).

🍴 you, oscar & lando fr.

I hope yall enjoy it :)

          Your family has always been friends with the Norris. Your mother has been friends with Cisca since they were young. You grew up with Lando, best friends since birth.

          Always by his side during karting, spending your weekends watching him or the Formula 1 races, dreaming about seeing him on the grid. Always together for everything.

          No one knew you like he did, though there was one secret you were never able to tell him. You were in love with him.

          Even if it's something obvious from almost everyone around you two, Lando never seemed to notice.

          You didn't know how to feel. Some days, you wanted him to notice, wanting to be around him as much time as possible. Other days, you just wanted to disappear, to forget him and your love.

          At some point, you were so obvious, trying to make him understand. He started to think it was strange how close you were with him. Like, there was something different. You have bad news for him? A secret? You get yourself in trouble? Want to ask for a huge favor? Do you want something now that he's an F1 driver?

          Anyways, he was happy because you accepted anything he said. He wants something? You could get it for him and even pay for that. You were so in love, trying with all your strength to make him realize how you are feeling.

          Your grades get lower and lower, even missing some classes because Lando asked you to travel with him. You tried to focus on the happiness and enjoy the vacations, even if you have to ask your classmates for the homework or some notes.

          The only one who was witness of all this was Max Fewtrell. Friend with you two since karting, Max was the closest person who actually knows about your feelings and talks about it.

          He encouraged you to confess, and you were pretty sure he talked with Lando too, but those talks never came to anything.

          In fact, Max wasn't as subtle as you were thinking. He literally said to Lando how obvious your crush on him was, asking why you two aren't dating already. Lando ignored it, following what had already become a routine for you.

          A routine that you repeat until August. You were tired, every flight, every favor, every event or race you attend with him. August was the first time you actually denied one of his plans.

          "Sorry, I need to stay at home and finish a really important project." It felt... liberating. Refusing to keep running behind him and spending the weekend on yourself.

          You finally had some time for yourself again. To think about yourself, your life, your studies... About whatever you wanted.

          That weekend opened your eyes to everything you were missing by chasing someone who was living his life just fine without you around.

          What started as excuses about not being able to go out together because of homework or projects began to turn into lies about having to turn off your phone in class or being in exams so you couldn't answer his calls or texts.

          You used to share all your schedules with him... Maybe he never cared about you after all?

          You two only see each other at those dinners organized by your mothers, who had no idea what was going on between you.

          Your families continued watching the two boys who spent hours talking to each other, without paying attention to the fact that only Lando filled the silence, while you buried your face in your plate, wishing it was time to leave or being able to excuse yourself with being sleepy if were at your house, so you could disappear into your room.

          Lando, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice the changes either. Or rather, he insisted that you maintain the dynamic that you had sustained for so many years.

          That's why he decided to invite you and your family to the Australian GP.

          He knew that you love all the Australian GP vibes. The people, the circuit, the story. Australia is truly special to you.

          Maybe, starting this weekend, it will be a little more so...

          In 2023, you never had the time to sit and have a good time at a Grand Prix, but this year, you decided to enjoy a short vacation with your family. So you found out about everything McLaren was preparing for that GP since they had an Australian on the team.

          Oscar Piastri. You obviously knew about him, but you hadn't had the opportunity to meet him in person or talk to him.

          Until that weekend, Oscar was simply Lando's teammate. Someone your friend mentioned occasionally when talking, someone you only saw in Instagram photos and on telly. Someone you thought was much more serious and reserved. But that weekend, any previous notions of Oscar were shattered by the Australian himself.

          He seemed a little nervous when he came to introduce himself to you and your family, but when you two had a few minutes alone after qualifying, he was much sweeter, more talkative, and... flirty?

          You didn't know if it was your imagination, but on Sunday morning, the situation was similar, with Oscar talking to you and even suggesting having dinner together after the race or something.

          You can't say no to that. Oscar was so nice with you, so sweet, so... what you needed.

          Then, you two exchange numbers.

"You can go back to your hotel and think about the plan. Call me when you make a decision. "

          You could decide if you didn't want to go? Wasn't dinner a plan you couldn't refuse?

          The families were happy, thinking the three of you would be friends— Lando didn't seem to like the fact that you were talking to his teammate.

          He hated it, hated seeing you two together. Why did you talk so much? Why does it bother him so much?

          Is he... jealous?

          Lando didn't understand; he didn't know why he felt that way. Why did it suddenly bother him that you were talking to his teammate? Why would he be jealous?

          Things at McLaren had been complicated lately; Lando's mind was a mess. He decided to blame it all on those problems, settling for the belief that he was jealous that you got along so well with his teammate.

          Yeah, that must be it. Not because his teammate seems more like your friend than he is. Nah.

          That led Lando to decide he's going to be the closest with Oscar. In his mind, all this plan to become Oscar's best friend before you make sense— Well, he didn't want to think about it much before putting it into practice.

          The whole situation was weird for the three of you.

          Lando was no longer asking you to travel with him. He even suggested you stay home to focus on your studies. Instead, he was trying to spend all that time with Oscar, under the guise of bonding so the teamwork would be better (since McLaren decided on this strange philosophy of not benefit one over the other, only to end up messing both strategies).

          Meanwhile, Oscar and you keep in touch through text, sometimes mentioning how strange Lando's behavior seemed to you (with whom, by the way, you had almost lost contact).

          You weren't sure how to feel; none of the three of you were. You had talked to Oscar about your feelings for Lando, but by mid-year, you didn't believe you still had those feelings for him.

          Oscar was very clear about what he wanted from the start, and he let you know, and that he would respect your timing and decisions. He didn't want to force you into anything, nor did he want to be a replacement just because you couldn't be with Lando. It wasn't fair to any of you.

          The real problem came after the Dutch Grand Prix. Lando was confused about his own feelings, having to deal not only with the hate but also with his newfound crush on Oscar and that strange feeling toward you. He cannot put a name to what he feels. Guilt? Is it still jealousy? Nostalgia? Sadness?

          God.

          Had he fallen in love with Oscar? How had that happened? He wanted to be closer to him, yes, but—not like this.

          What should he do now? Should he tell Oscar about his feelings? Hide them? Pretend he couldn't stop thinking about you too? Well, that was all he was doing, although he found himself bringing your name up in conversations with Oscar more than once, so he could ask about you, since you two hadn't been talking lately.

          Oh!

          Since when are you two THAT close?

          How did he never notice? How did it happen? When? How did he never consider the possibility of you two dating? How could he have set his sights on getting to know Oscar better and missed such an important detail as whom he was dating?

          The worst part is... he didn't feel sad.

          Or not the way he'd expect to feel after finding out his crush is dating someone else, his ex-childhood best friend. It's like, yeah, he's upset because he wants Oscar for himself, but... you two seem so good together.

          Lando has known you your whole life, and he knows there's probably no one better in the world for you than Oscar. He can't blame you for falling for him if he himself recognizes all his positive traits and wants to embrace those that aren't so good—even though they seem nonexistent.

          It got to the point where even he wasn't sure which of you was his crush. He felt like an idiot looking at the two of you, watching you talk to each other from afar, one moment wishing he was you so he could be with Oscar, and the other, even more confusingly, wishing he was Oscar so he could be with you.

          Since when did he feel this way about you too? He was exhausted.

           Thank God winter break arrived, leaving him a couple of months free from worrying about the team, races, and all related to work.

           It was then that he realized that, amidst his internal drama, he'd stopped talking to you both. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a conversation with you, probably since the last dinner your mothers organized... more than half a year ago? Shit.

          He couldn't stop thinking about how such a long-standing friendship as yours had been ruined, how he'd lost his half-best friend/half-crush because he was an idiot. How you had forgotten all those innocent childhood promises of being lifelong friends, just like your mothers.

          He needed to fix that. He needed to have his best friend back in his life, no matter who you were dating. Before you were Oscar's boyfriend, you were his friend, he wants to get that back.

Lando: are u coming to the nxt dinner at our house? You: I don't know yet Lando: Can u pls come? I want to talk

          Him asking you to please come seemed strange to you. What did he want to talk about?

          You were nervous, not only Lando but your parents expected you to go, since you'd missed so many of these functions. You were busier with classes or hanging out with Oscar than spending time with your family.

          You arrived, not knowing what to expect, texting Oscar to try to distract yourself from the nervousness while you waited for Lando to stop staring at you from across the table and finally come over and talk to you.

          He was nervous too, it was so obvious.

          In the end, after a couple texts with Max Fewtrell telling him to sort things out once and for all, he managed to gather the courage and approach you.

"I'm sorry." "Why?" "I— Uhm... I don't know." "Huh." "No. Wait. I mean—"

          After all, everything turned out better than you expected. Lando was able to explain what he thought about your friendship and apologize for how things had turned out over the past few years, acknowledging his mistakes and wanting to know if you would let him fix things.

          It caught you off guard, no doubt, but you appreciated it. You had that nagging feeling of having left things unresolved with him, and even if you could say you'd managed to forget completely the feelings you had for him, now you felt like you were healing that wound.

          When you told Oscar about this, he was happy for you. He knew the history of your friendship, and he was more than happy that you could feel happy and truly comfortable in the McLaren garage again.

          Nothing made him happier than seeing his boyfriend & his teammate friend be friends again.

          What didn't go unnoticed by Oscar was that not only did your friendship return, but also the affection you had for Lando.

          During the conversation you had with Lando, he also finally came to understand that what he felt was love, and you hinted to him that you'd been in love with him your whole life.

          Your whole life, until Oscar came along.

          This discouraged him, and he continued to distance himself a little. You didn't find it really strange; you thought you two were just rebuilding trust, but Oscar could tell there was something else going on.

          You were happy with Oscar, and cheating on him never crossed your mind, but there was something in your heart that kept bothering you.

          From Oscar's point of view, Lando looked like a wet cat waiting for someone to come and give him some affection, while you looked at him with pity, hoping Oscar would give you permission to bring him with you.

"You still like Lando, right?" "Huh" "It's obvious you still like him" "Sorry— I still love you too— It's weird to explain—" "I like him too" "HUH"

          You tried to give him some explanation, reiterating several times between babbles that you still love him, and that you don't know what to do because you don't want to lose him, but you also don't think it's fair to have feelings for someone else, for his teammate, your best friend, and because of the history that Lando and you have and—

"You kissed me" "You were mumbling too much, I don't think even you understood what you were saying" "I just told you that I like Lando" "And I think I like him too" "But I still like you, Osc" "And I still like you too"

          A long conversation followed, where you two questioned each other about everything from how was it possible that you two were in love with the same person at the same time to why Oscar was bringing up this topic right after the Australian Grand Prix.

          Like, yeah, his home race sucked for him, but how could he move on so quickly?

          Anyway, it took you two a couple of days to figure out what to do next and understand what would happen to the relationship and what you were about to propose to Lando.

          You didn't consider it an end, and things between the two of you weren't going to change. It was more like… continue what you had started. You believed that even if you two hadn't started dating, you would have gotten to this point anyway.

          The Japanese Grand Prix was the chosen one. More because you couldn't wait any longer than out of convenience. You two couldn't stand seeing Lando keep getting discouraged and forcing himself to draw the line with you both.

          You tried to find a convenient time, although it was difficult considering how little free time they had. Next up was Bahrain, a country you weren't traveling to, so you wanted to hurry up and have the talk that same weekend.

          You also didn't think you two could endure another week without clearing things up.

          In the end, the moment presented itself at the most inopportune moment, the one you had said you would avoid so as not to add pressure during the race or qualy. Saturday morning.

          "At least it wasn't on Sunday", Oscar thought as a consolation, while he watched you panic about the direction your conversation with Lando was taking.

          The three of you were in Oscar's hotel room when Lando started talking about you as a couple after you mentioned an activity you wanted the three of you to go to.

"You should go alone. Couples usually go there." "It's okay, Lando. We can go together." "No, seriously. I… I think I should stop joining all your couples' plans, you know." "We like it when you join us, Lan." "I know, but— I don't think it's good… I— My feelings..." "Lando..." "I don't want to— Sometimes it hurts to see you together. I know there's no hope, but—"

          Oscar made him shut up the best way he knew how.

          Lando watched you in horror as Oscar pulled away from him, and before he could put enough words together to form a single apology for you or a question for Oscar, you kissed him too.

"You can join as many couples plans as you want, Lan."

          Since then, Lando never left your side, spending time cuddling and clingling you both, if you couldn't all squeeze in together wherever you went or while you were at college.

          McLaren's strange strategies and bad race results no longer affected him as much as they used to because he knew he would always have a boyfriend available to cuddle up with and cheer him up.

          Which sometimes meant double work for you, but you really enjoyed having them both with you, so you wouldn't complain. That also means double celebration, and it tends to happen very often lately, so everyone enjoys it.

          Although it can be a little tiring at times, you wouldn't change them for anything in the world.

          They also enjoyed spending time together much more, just as they enjoy spending time with you. Sometimes they're just there while you study, muttering things you've read in your notes or the texts on your assignments while you try to understand them, but they're a good support and a timer so you don't push yourself too hard.

          They make sure you take a few breaks a day to eat, drink, sleep, and kiss them a lot.

          You no longer skip classes or fall behind on projects. Finally feel at peace with yourself and your feelings, and you're happy to know that the two people you love love you back & each other too.

100 FOLLOWERS EVENT

481MCLARG | 01 . 04 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

[scorchrend]

i spent the whole day making this cover and the art and i like koffin-k like an Average Person would. A Normal Amount. btw here’s the youtube link

art w/o title

[khaer]

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[rogerswifesblog]

Hi Vera😘❤️

for your 1k bingo: Ari + sex pollen👀

Imagine Ari being an agent. Ari jokes around and flirts around a lot, which makes you cautious about what comes out of his mouth. Stuff like "you're a peach" "can you help me with this, sweetheart?" "My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful." He would say this to different agents and scientists all day without truly meaning it. But you have a huge crush on him, nonetheless.

Fast forward to the incident, when Ari played around the lab carelessly one day and accidentally caused lab scientists to mix up two dangerous chemicals. And since he's the only one in the lab who didn't have a full hazmat suit on, he inhaled the chemicals (which is sex pollen) and was sent to quarantine. And when his mind is in a haze, the only name that stuck in his head is yours👀👀👀

Does he call you to the quarantine room? Do you perceive his words as a desperate measures or you believe him? Does he tell you about his feelings after the pollen wears off?👀👀👀It's your decision! :3 Surprise me hehehehehe😘😘😘

(And probably the fourth(or fifth?) Time, congratulations on your 1k❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ari + sex pollen???? Damn👀 an idea I never knew I needed but yeah. Love it.

And thank you sm!🥺❤️

Turns out I’m shit at short Drabble writing so this one is 4 k, enjoy 🤣

All drabbles will be posted with the tag “1 k followers special” just look for it on my blog:)

Addicted to you

Warnings: dub-con (sex pollen), p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

„Hello, gorgeous, how’s your day?“, your favorite coworker asked, not you. He leaned over Mindys table, right in front of you, making you sigh quietly.

Ari was a very friendly and also handsome man. Most agents, especially all women, had a crush on him, even married once.

And of course, you.

You had a crush on your work partner, making your life awfully miserable. At first you actually thought something was between you, a little spark maybe. All the flirting and sweet petnames seemed to be special, right? Wrong. At least to Ari. He called half the agents gorgeous or flirted his way out of writing reports. At this point whenever he came to you, offering his sweet smile and glances, you knew it was for a reason.

"you're a peach" “No, Ari, I won’t share my lunch.”

"Can you help me with this, peach?" “No, Ari, I won’t write your report”

"My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful, peach." “No, Ari, I won’t fall for that. Go get you your own coffee.”

It’s always the same game. Him trying to flirt his way out of something and you having to do everything to not lose your mind over his words. You’d do anything to hear these compliments honestly. Having Ari call you beautiful because you two went on a date and not because he needed something.

At first you had fallen for it, still hoping the spark you felt was real-but then you noticed he didn’t seem to care about his words as much as you did. How many women here thought he actually meant any of it? How many agents had or will have their heart broken because of his careless thinking? Well, you were definitely one, but probably not the first.

“Oh, really? You don’t have to do that, gorgeous, are you sure?” “Oh course, Ari. I wanted to get a coffee anyway, it wouldn’t make much sense for you to walk unnecessarily if I’m already on my way”, said the clearly not suspecting woman. Sometimes you felt bad for them, really, but on the other hand you knew Ari wouldn’t stop his flirting. You tried to tell him to stop, but it seemed like it was a part of his personality he just couldn’t ‘turn off’.

Grinning Ari walked over to your desk, plopping down on it with his ass, nearly knocking over your own coffee, “be careful you imbecile”, you hissed, making the man laugh. “Good morning to you too, peach. I can tell Mindy to get another coffee for you, if you want”, “no thank you, I like my coffee without the taste of slave, besides I still have mine”, with that you stubbornly took a long sip of your coffee, trying not to frown when you noticed how cold it had already gotten. And Ari definitely saw it too, but he didn't comment on it.

“So, what are we doing today? I heard they have something for us in the laboratory?”, he asked instead, leaning a bit closer to you so he’d be able to read whatever you were writing. His aftershave immediately hit you, making you feel lightheaded. God, how could someone smell this good?

What you didn’t know, he was thinking the same about you, not being able to stop himself from leaning a bit further into your personal space and nearly falling from the desk. “Ari, stop that or you might already sit in the chair with me-” “oh that’s not a bad idea, let’s-“ “no.”

He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. “But why-“ “Hey, Ari, I got your coffee-and they called you into the lab. They said it’s urgent”, said Mindy, walking up to your desk and giving Ari his coffee. Was her blouse further open than before?

Head shaking you stood up, ignoring that she didn’t even greet you. “Ari, let’s go”, you didn’t let him talk to Mindy anymore, already grabbing his massive biceps and pulling him to the labs. “Wait-I wanted to-” “I don’t care what you wanted to do, you’re here to work and not to flirt” “geez, chill, someone’s got their panties in a twist-tho I couldn’t help you untwist them, peach.” “Ari-”

At this point you weren’t even sure why he was still your work partner.

Just when you wanted to enter the lab someone held you back, one of the interns smiling up at you. “Oh hello, Peter, everything okay?”, you smiled at him, not noticing Ari rolling his eyes when the young man blushed. “I have some documents for you to sign, it’s important”, since it was important you told Ari to go and ask the scientists about the substance they found while you’d sign the papers.

“So, Peter, how was your weekend?” You asked the young man, while sitting down at your desk. He sat down in the chair in front of your desk, looking around your office. Mindy seemed to ignore him, just like she did ignore you. What a bitch. Did she really only talk when Ari was around?

Peter cleared his throat. “It was really fun, we-“ a shrill alarm sounded, alarming everyone to leave the building. Fire? No it wasn’t the fire alarm. You’ve never heard this before. Grabbing petter by the arm you immediately left your office, hearing Mindy's steps behind you. “What’s happening?”, you called out to one of the guards.

“There was an accident in the lab. Some chemicals exploded-“

Your chest immediately tightened. Oh god. Ari. No, no, no. What if he got hurt? What if he- “Miss, we need to go”, your intern interrupted you, pulling you out of the building. “No wait- I need-Ari is still there-”

The whole floor was closed for two days. Two days in which you didn’t know what happened to Ari. You were worried sick-and heartbroken. His behavior may be annoying but it didn’t mean your heart had stopped craving him. It seemed your feelings only grew in the past days.

As soon as you entered the building you went to your boss to ask about Ari, not receiving much information only that he was alive but in quarantine. Did it mean he had a disease? Maybe whatever the scientists had found was incurable?

Again you felt yourself nearly hyperventilating. “Please let me see him. I just want to see he’s alive. I don’t believe it until I see it myself”, you nearly begged with tears in your eyes. Your boss sighed, rubbing the brick of his nose with two of his fingers. “Fine, fine just-stop crying. I can’t handle that”, he mumbled walking you to the quarantine room.

You could see him through a window and your boss was right, he was alive.

But he looked like death was close.

He was sweaty, his clothes soaked and hugging his body like a second skin. His skin was pale. Dark circles beneath his eyes. His wrists cuffed to the bed. God, poor Ari. “What’s wrong with him?” “We don’t really know…He was affected by the chemicals. The scientists said he inhaled them and immediately felt dizzy, hot…started mumbling some nonsense about peaches”, said the man. Just when you wanted to ask something else his phone rang. He excused himself and walked away.

The ringing had caught Ari’s attention. “Peach-peach”, he whined, writhing in the bed like crazy. His wrists were already red and scratched, but it didn’t stop him from pulling at them harder. You swallowed, seeing his wrists bleeding.

“Miss, you’re not allowed to be here���, one of the doctor’s came, pulling you a bit further away from the window. You noticed how it made Ari even angrier than before, throwing himself from side to side. “Bastard! Don’t-don’t fucking touch her!”, he hissed, making you immediately pull away from the doctor who had touched your arm. Ari stopped his movements, his breathing slowly calming down.

You furrowed your eyebrows at that, the doctor doing the same and reaching out to you again, making Ari going feral. Seeing the hand of the stranger touching your skin made him pull at the restraints even harder, till they started cutting in his skin. Not wanting Ari to hurt himself, you stepped away from the man, closer to the window noticing how Ari tried to lift his hand-which wasn’t possible.

“Let me in. I think he…wants my company?”, you mumbled. The man seemed unsure. “We don’t know what the chemicals did to his body-he’s still…unstable. And maybe contagious-“ “Please, I think he’ll feel better when I’m there”, the Doctor sighed and pulled out a key, opening the door. As soon as you walked in Ari tried to pull at his restraints to touch you, which he managed when you sat down at the edge of his bed.

A moan escaped his throat when your cool hands touched his burning forehead. “Oh god, you have a fever-and you’re drenched”, you whispered, wiping away the sweat from his skin. “I’m-hot. Too hot”, he mumbled, sitting a bit up and hiding his face against your throat, immediately inhaling your smell. The soft smell of your peachy parfum. So, so good. So addicting. “So nice…missed you, peach”, he mumbled, his lips touching your throat, close to kissing.

“Ari, you should…you’re totally out of your mind”, you pushed him back into the pillow, turning around to the doctor who was still watching you two. And taking some notes, huh? “Excuse me, could you get me a cloth and bowl of cold water?”, the doctor nodded, leaving you two for a few moments.

Your hand caressed Aris cheeks, slowly brushing down to his chest, his chest heaving uncontrollably, heart pounding so fast you couldn’t count the beats. “I’m so sorry I let you walk into the lab alone. I should’ve known something would happen…”

Ari moaned again, pushing himself into your palm. He felt completely overwhelmed, especially now that you were here. So close. Touching him.

“I’m hot-I want it off-take it off”, he tried to grab at his clothes, pulling them away from his body, but he couldn’t really move his hands. His breathing became even faster than before. You knew you probably shouldn’t act on his words, but seeing his big blue eyes begging you. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you”, with that you started pushing up his shirt, but stopping at his chest. “You’re cuffed-I can’t help much more, I’m-“ “take them off. I don’t want them-take them off”, he started fidgeting again.

That’s when the doctor from before came in with a cloth and water. “What are you doing miss?” “Open the cuffs-” “miss-“ “open the fucking cuffs! Don’t you see he’s bleeding? When will you react?! When he breaks his wrists?!!” You started arguing with him, making the man jump in surprise, not expecting your yelling.

“Fine, but I’m leaving the room.” He only put the bowl with the cloth aside, giving you the key to Aris cuffs. Then he quickly left the room leaving you with Ari behind.

You felt your own hands shake while slowly opening the restraints. Before you could even really let Ari pull out his hands he was already taking off his shirt, not caring about the ripping sound. When you noticed how he tried to open his pants you gasped quietly. “Wait Ari-no-pants no”, you took his hands that were working on his zipper, making him moan quietly while he pushed his hips up into your hands.

It surprised you and you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling your hands away again. “Fuck no-don’t stop”, he mumbled grabbing you by the hips and pulling onto his hips, letting you feel his hard dick throb in his pants. “What-Ari, what are you doing-hey-no”, you swatted his hands away, grabbing the wet cloth and hitting his chest with it.

Ari gasped, his eyes focusing a bit more while he looked up at you, still lightheaded but less than before. “Please-I don’t know what’s happening to me-but I need you-fuck, I need you so bad, please”, he sat up and immediately buried his face again your throat, kissing and sucking at your skin. He was losing his control.

He felt exactly like he felt when the chemicals first hit him.

As soon as he opened the tube, a yellow powder explosion went right in his face. Everything around him started to spin, his vision getting blurred and-he felt aroused. So fucking aroused.

Why weren’t you here? You were supposed to come with him. He needed to see you. No.

He needed to fuck you.

God. He wanted to feel your skin. Your lips. To taste you. He wanted to taste the sweet peachy shampoo or parfum-or whatever it was that made you smell so good.

“Peach-where’s-peach”, he moaned quietly, bracing himself on the table next to him. He didn’t even know what was happening around him. The people calling a code something-and grabbing him, touching him. He hated the touch of these people. He wanted you. “Peach-no-not you-peach-“

“Ari, are you okay?”, when your voice pulled him out of his thoughts he grabbed your arms again. “I can’t control myself-I need you-fuck-please-“, he mumbled close to your lips, already wanting to kiss them, but you pushed him away.

Someone walked into the room again, two doctors you didn’t know. “We found out what it is-but there’s no cure for it”, hearing this made your throat tighten. No cure? “Miss, he won’t die-not if…the person of his desire…helps him out.” You didn’t understand what they were talking about and it was also hard to concentrate with Ari trying to kiss your throat or sucking hickeys into your skin.

“What do you mean help him out? What should I-Ari stop it-that tickles-“, you tried to push his head away, feeling his beard tickle your throat. He whined when you pushed his forehead again, his arms tightening around your waist.

“Miss, we think Mr Levinson was affected by, the so called, sex pollen, a drug making the affected wanting to…breed and reproduce. It won’t stop until he…fulfills his needs.” The doctors words made your mouth immediately feel dry, like you hadn’t drank anything for days.

“I…need to have sex with him?” Both doctors looked at each other, then back at you. “We can probably try to find someone to…help him, but he seems to react to you.”

For fucks sake, why couldn’t he be affected by…something that wouldn’t make him want to reproduce.

Of course you’ve always wanted it, but not like this. You wanted for it to matter and not when Ari was not himself. Drugged.

You swallowed. Then swallowed again.

“Okay…i'll do it, but…can we have privacy? A room without a huge window?”, you asked self consciously, finally letting Ari bury his face further in your neck and cleavage since he definitely heard you agreeing to sleeping with him.

The doctors seemed a bit uncomfortable in this situation. “Yeah this window has curtains. Well let them down and then you can-“ “Yeah I know-just-go. I’ll take care of him”, you mumbled a bit embarrassed and also slowly turned on. How could someone not get turned on when the person they love kissed their throat and cleavage? Or nibbled at your earlobe? Fuck, your panties were probably drenched.

A couple minutes later the doctors were gone, the curtains lowered and some of the buttons of your shirt open, but Ari seemed impatient just ripping the rest from your body, making you gasp quietly. “Ari-“, you moaned, letting him pull you over his lap, his hard dick immediately pressing into your cunt. There were still too many layers between you two, making Ari mumble something unhappily, while he opened his pants, hastily pushing them down.

You quickly helped him out of his clothes, nearly falling from his lap since Ari was so impatient to finally get out of these he kind of got carried away and was close to actually pushing you from the bed. As soon as his body was completely bare he sighed in relief and grabbed your waist, pushing you into the bed. You didn’t had much time to appreciate the beauty of him, before he started hastily ripping your skirt and slipping from your hips, immediately pushing your legs open.

“Jesus-Ari, we have time-”, you mumbled when he immediately tried to place himself between your thighs, his lips still suckling at your throat. When he reached your breasts he bit into the flesh, making you moan in pleasure and surprise. His tongue circled the pink teeth mark, before hastily doing the same closer to your nipple.

When you felt the tip of his cock press against your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the nervousness creeping up inside you. Even though you weren’t able to really admire him you still noticed the size of his cock.

No wonder he was always this…cocky.

“Ari-oh fuck-”, when he thrusted inside your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth, especially since he didn’t waste time before fucking you hard and fast. His gaze glued to your cunt swallowing his cock, clearly only thinking about his release.

For a moment you doubted even if it really mattered to him who was beneath him. Did he really recognise you as you or were you just a cumdump to him? (Not that you would’ve mind under other circumstances.)

“Peach-peach look a’me”, Ari moaned, grabbing your chin with one hand, making you look into his blown eyes, the pupil completely swallowing the usually bright color. “My peach-mine”, his words were slightly slurred, but it seemed like he meant it. Maybe. Hopefully.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him a bit closer till your bodies were flushed against one another. “Yes, Ari, your peach. I’m all yours”, you whispered into his ear, not expecting the nearly inhuman sound rumbling from his chest, his thrust immediately quickening, the sound of skin on skin slapping becoming louder, just like the squelching sound from how wet you were for him.

Fuck, it felt so good. He was fucking you like no one else before. His cock was hitting every spot inside you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit from time to time, stimulating you even more. “Fuck-fuck, Ari-I’m close-please-oh god”, as soon as you felt your high approach your nails pushed into the skin of his back and biceps, making him moan in pleasure. The pain felt so good. So, so good.

You were a moaning and shaking mess beneath Ari, while he watched your every reaction. He didn’t know what to say or if he was saying something. He knew he opened his mouth, but the only thing leaving his lips were moans and grunts. He had no idea why he was behaving like this, like…like a feral animal, but all his sensations felt so different, his senses heightened, especially his smell. The smell of you was everywhere, surrounded him, filled his lungs whenever he took a breath.

A few thrust more and your cunt started squeezing him, your walls tightening around him, hugging him like you were made for him. Your mouth was open in a silent moan, your face scrunched in pleasure. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. The kiss took you by surprise but you immediately returned it with the same enthusiasm.

Slowly feeling too overstimulated, from having him hit your g-spot over and over again, you felt yourself coming closer to something you’ve never felt before. Not only were you completely lightheaded and cockdrunk, but your whole body seemed to have stopped listening to you. Your legs gave out, your thighs not wrapped around Aris waist like the did before, your arms lightly hanging around his neck.

Ari grabbed your legs, pushing them up to your chest, before continuing his assault on your sensitive spot. The change in position makes him feel even bigger, if that’s even possible. With that he was also now fucking your spot dead on. Your eyes filled with tears, your throat feeling raw from moaning and screaming in pleasure, your whole body useless, just like a doll in his hands.

Before you could react another orgasm rushed over you, this one different, more intense, like never before.

You squirted all over Ari and yourself, your juices gushing onto his thighs and abdomen, a deep growl rumbling in his throat while he pushed his cock deeper into you, grinding against you while you felt him twitch inside you, your walls milking him while was filling you with his cum.

He didn’t stop releasing for a few minutes and you didn’t know if it was because of the drug or if it was just Ari, but when he finally pulled out and put your legs down some of his cum leaked out of you, making him grunt in annoyance and furrow his eyebrows a bit. If you had the strength to do it you'd probably have laughed at his behavior, but your muscles were too sore.

“Come’ere my caveman and stop grunting at my…you know”, you laughed quietly but also a bit self conscious. When he saw your open arms Ari immediately laid onto you, his face pressed into your neck once again. “Mine”, he mumbled barely audible, while you gently scratched his hair and back, noticing the rosy lines you’d left behind.

At that point you didn’t know what to do next. Were you supposed to leave him now? Would he be fine now? But just leaving like that felt weird. Especially since Ari meant to you more than just a friend, way more than that.

A few minutes passed and you noticed how Ari’s body felt cooler now, it even seemed like he had goosebumps. Not wanting him to freeze you grabbed the blanket that was laying on the floor and pulled it over his body. You felt him sigh softly against your skin, cuddling closer into the crook of your neck. It felt nice to have this huge man making himself small to fit into your arms wanting to cuddle.

It also made you think….

Was his head clear now? How would he react? Would he be mad?

“Ari…are you awake?”, you whispered quietly into his ear, hearing him mumble something incoherent back. The corners of your lips twitched while you shook his shoulder again, finally getting him to lift his head. At first he seemed confused, then shocked, then confused again and finally something like..regret.

Oh god, no. He didn’t want it. He regretted it. What if he felt like you- “I’m so sorry you had to do this, peach-I-I never wanted for it to happen like this-fuck. I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot, I shouldn’t have-” “Ari, it’s okay. I understand. You needed it. We can forget it and just think of it as…needs to an-“ “no. We can’t forget it-please don’t make me have to forget it. I don’t want to forget it..”, his voice quietened to the end, his gaze glued to your face.

Noticing your confusion he leaned down, pressing his lips gently onto yours, only in a sweet peck. A soft smile crept onto his lips, even a blush was visible. “I wanted to do all of it with you…touch you…kiss you…taste you…fuck you”, he whispered the words in your ear, kissing down your throat, before lifting his head again, “I’m sorry it happened like this and not how you really deserved it.”

You still were confused, but your chest tingled with hopefulness. “So you mean-you like me?“, to that Ari only laughed gently before kissing you one more time, passionate and loving.

“But never call me caveman again, tho.”

“Sure…..caveman”

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Okay, the main thing: what are we going to do?

I'll be taking your requests all this week (17/03 – 22/03) to do smaus oneshots! («here» is an example of one of my smau one-shots).

★ HERE is my guide where I detail what I accept and what I don't and more info & ★ HERE the list of the drivers (*Formula & Moto) I write.

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┈─ I hate you... Let's kiss. FA54 × M!PramacRider!Reader. Enemies to Lovers.

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Getting close

Warnings: grinding, handjob (over clothes), ruined orgasm, implied sex

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

It was a chaotic mission from the beginning. Nothing went according to plan-first your gun, the the too many agents what weren’t supposed to be at the hydra base and in the end the whole builiging being in a lock down making you unable to leave.

You had to hide, which wasn’t as simple as you expected but I’m the end you two did the most cliché thing that you could think off.

You hid in a closet.

A small one to that.

Bucky was pressed right against your back, so close not even a piece of paper would fit between you two.

The worst part about it all was your crush on Bucky. Since he came into the compound you had already started liking him, he was shy and didn’t talk at first, but you had noticed the little things he did for others-for example whenever he was the first to wake, which considering his nightmares was very often, he prepared Clint’s and Tony’s pots of coffee, because they both often woke very early or in Tony’s case he didn’t sleep much at nights.

For Natasha he always left the first slice of bread since she loved the crispy slice. Sometimes he even took out the peanut butter and jam before she even could walk into the kitchen.

For Bruce he often left the loveseat for him to sit in, since he rather liked sitting alone instead on the couch with others-which Bucky also hated, but he rather sat with the others than make Bruce squish between Thor and and Steve.

For Steve he did so much you couldn’t begin to count it. He made smoothies for them both, prepared movies or other stuff they had to catch up on, he even cooked some meals they hadn’t in their time.

Bucky was a sweetheart.

Everyone knew it, but nobody said it out loud. He rather showed his grumpy face even though everyone knew he wasn’t actually that grumpy.

That’s why you liked him so much. You hoped he- “do you think they’re gone now?”, Buckys voice interrupted your train of thoughts and you looked back at him over your shoulder. He was so close you could feel his breath on your skin.

“Yeah-maybe, we should check, let me-oh…”, you tried to push the door open but it didn’t move a bit. You tried again, the same happened.

You moved a bit more, pushing and pulling at the door, making yourself press a bit closer to bucky. He gasped quietly, his hands immediately grabbing onto your hips, brushing up to your waist. “Could you stop moving so much?” He mumbled, his face blushing which you couldn’t see.

“It’s just-the door doesn’t open. I have to get it open somehow”, you mumbled, trying to pull the door open, making yourself lean into his chest, you ass grinding against Bucky's gun attached to his belt. He gasped quietly, trying to push you away from it. At least that’s that you thought.

“Bucky just take the gun out and nothing will happen”, you mumbled, leaning yourself a bit forceful into the door before once again pulling and leaning back into Bucky, his gun still poking you in your behind.

A gasp escaped his lips and he pressed himself further into the wall, even though he couldn’t get away from you.

“Well….this is awkward…but it’s not a gun”, he stuttered, his hand moving from your waist to his crotch, covering his hardness-which until now you thought was a gun.

Your face heated up at the realization and you didn’t know what to say, slowly looking over your shoulder at Bucky. He was red as a tomato, his gaze glued to the ceiling, his hands still covering his hard cock that was tenting his pants.

“You’re-?-“ “yep.” “And it’s because I gr-“ “yep.” “And-” “can we maybe stop the questioning and just, you know, get out of here?? Not make it even more awkward than it already is?”

You chuckled at Buckys words, nodding slowly. “It’s only awkward if you make it awkward”, you mumbled, feeling a weird tension slowly growing between you. Only a moment later you felt Buckys hand on your hips, his breath on your neck.

“Stop me if i'm misunderstanding it…”, he mumbled before his lips pressed to the side of your neck, kissing gently yet passionately. A quiet moan escaped your lips as he suckled at your skin, pushing his clothes cock into your behind, grinding slowly, soft moans leaving his lips at the movement.

You gasped quietly, slowly leaning back into Buckys embrace as his kisses become more passionate, your skin covered in small rosy marks.

“Kiss me…” you whispered, lifting your head. Bucky didn’t need to hear it twice before immediately pressing his lips to your, his arms wrapping tightly around you. For a second you pulled away, only to turn around as quick as possible and pressing your lips one more time onto his.

You both gasped loudly into the kiss as Bucky pulled you closer, rubbing his hardness against you. Your hands slowly brushed down to Bucky's pants, rubbing over his hardness.

The man moaned quietly against your lips, moving himself against your palm, grinding his palm harder in your hand. “Oh fuck-“, he whispered quietly, kissing your neck again and up to your ear, gently suckling at your earlobe.

His heartbeat was racing at his point, the feeling of you this close made him dizzy, the smell of your shampoo so intoxicating, the taste of your skin and lips addicting. He couldn’t get enough of you.

And you wanted more of him. You wanted to feel him, kiss him, devour him. “Buck-”, you gasped quietly when one of his hands found your butt and pressed you closer against his chest. His clothed cock feels huge against your body. God, you needed to feel him. You needed to feel him stretch your cunt so nicely. And if that’s not possible-you just wanted to have him in your palm. His warm skin, his release in your hand when he orgasms. You need it like a fish needs water.

“Fuck-feels so good-I’m gonna-I’m so close”, he moaned into your ear, making you want to touch him even more. You immediately started opening his belt.

But before you could open his pants Bucky pulled away, looking over your shoulder at the door, his face blank and in thought. “I hear steps-four people. Voices…men…Hydra”, he mumbled close to your ear, the movements of your hand immediately stilling. “What? Fuck-do you think they’ll find us-“ “shhh, shhh” Bucky shushed you, pressing his hand to your lips. His breath was still as quick and hard as yours, but he tried to calm himself down.

Which felt like torture.

He was so close to coming. So, so close.

His cock was throbbing painfully. Still hard as a rock, if not more than before. For a second his hips still moved against you, before he forced himself to stop, even if it was the hardest thing he had to do.

Just then a shadow fell onto the door and you could hear voices outside. It didn’t end there, only a second later someone pulled at the door, once, twice. “It’s locked, besides, who’d be this stupid to hide in a closed. It’s the first place people would look into. Come on, let’s get going, we have to find them”, said a man’s voice.

“Especially him. We don’t need the girl”, said the same voice again, stepping away again. You sighed out, a bit louder than intended, the steps stopping.

“You heard that too? It sounded like-” You felt your whole body tense as the shadow reappeared, once again pulling at the door. To get away from the door as far as possible you tried to push yourself closer to Bucky, with him wrapping his arms tightly around you. Just then you heard the lock slowly open- “We need to move, stop opposing over a closet or do you have something to share with us?” “Come on, I told you to stop-“ the voices got quieter as the steps slowly faded once again. This time you didn’t dare breathe.

“Maybe we should get outta here and finish at home what we started”, Bucky breathed into your ear, his half hard cock pressing once again against you. “I’d rather have my time with you…” His lips moving over your earlobe. “I have planned a few things for us…”

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Favorite Song: either “Take Me Back to Eden” or “Hypnosis”, both by Sleep Token

Starting off by saying I love Sleep Token!! Hypnosis, my beloved, makes me think of Devout. The Arkham Knight just can't move past you. He wants to, at least he thinks he does, but he's just drawn to you. Over and over and over again, he drags himself back into your space, sets his eyes on you from afar again and again and again. Obsessively. Unendingly.

He knows it's all wrong, but sometimes, he doesn't feel guilty at all. He wants to do things for you, that's not a lie. He wants to do everything and anything you could ever want or ask for.

Take Me Back to Eden, a song I adore fr, makes me think of Whispers of Him. Specifically the line from the song "No amount of self-sought fury Will bring back the glory of innocence."

Losing Jason, especially so young and so terribly, ruined you. So, if you went a little crazy with grief, you don't think you can blamed for that. But the hallucinations, as comforting as they can be, won't bring him back, not really. They aren't him. Well, until they are, that is.