#How to remove mould from the walls ?

[buildware]

It usually grows in humid and warm conditions without much airflow, which is why home bathrooms and attics often suffer from mold. Often the cause is simply damp conditions and a lack of ventilation, but sometimes mold on the walls can be caused by leaking pipes both inside and outside the property. Poorly insulated heating pipes can also cause moisture to accumulate behind the walls. 

The presence of mold on the walls of the bedroom can be a real problem and you wonder How to remove mould from the walls. Mold in bedrooms is usually caused by condensation or high humidity, usually due to weather conditions. The reason may be poor ventilation and humidity.

[lostatsea-blog]

Take Me Home (Part 2)

Warnings: 18+, Smut

This is my first attempt at writing a fic like this so please let me know what you think. The Spanish is google translate so there might be some inaccuracies. No real plot to this one but I hope you enjoy!

Alexia Putellas x England Reader

The front door to your apartment slammed shut as Alexia pushed you up against it moulding her body to yours, pressing you back with her hips. Her hot, insistent mouth trailed kisses from your lips all the way down your neck. You could feel the scrape of her teeth every now and again and you knew she was leaving marks that would bring much teasing tomorrow at training. Alexia was possessive and loved leaving her mark on you, her claim so that everyone knew who you belonged to. It was hard to care when her sharp nips and soothing tongue shot bolts of heat straight to your core. Alexia was insatiable, refusing to remove herself from you for even a second. Three weeks had been the longest separation you had experienced in a while and she was determined to show you just how much she had missed you. You felt her hands trail down your body and tug insistently at your shirt and it was then that you decided you had been passive long enough. If Alexia thought she had won this fight for dominance, she was quickly corrected when your hands squeezed her firm behind before settling below her perfectly sculped cheeks and hoisting her up. She gave an unexpected squeal at the surprise move before wrapping her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist. She let out the most exquisite moan as her core rubbed against the hard muscles of your abs. She began to grind herself against you as you walked, seeking her own pleasure and allowing the filthiest moans to escape her mouth.

The ascent up the stairs took longer than it should. Alexia was not one to concede and had trailed her hands over your clothed body as you manoeuvred the two of you towards your shared room. You’d had a stop for a moment when her exploring hand had tweaked your sensitive nipple. You saw the devilish grin on her face as you had stumbled before regaining your balance and taking the final few steps at a quicker pace. Sex with Aleixa was unmatched with anyone you had been with before and the constant fight for control in the bedroom often brought out your most primal instincts. You wanted this goddess to submit to you (Something which Alexia refused to do without a fight) which is why when you reached the top of the stairs you slammed her into the wall besides your bedroom door. She moaned sinfully into your ear and pressed herself closer to you. You took her mouth in a dominating kiss and bit down on her fleshy bottom lip, punishment for her antics on the stairs but she simply smiled her devilish smile and you knew this battle would reign on.

Once inside your room you headed towards the bed intending to throw down the blond in your arms and climb on top but she had other ideas. She managed to drop her legs and twist herself forcing you to let her go and she took advantage of your surprise by spinning you and pushing you down into the chair by the dressing table

“quédate ahí” (Stay there) she commanded while pressing her palm into the centre of your chest. Your chest heaved as you fought for breath, your eyes never leaving hers, enchanted by the mischief you could see in them. Part of you wanted to disobey her instruction to see what she would do but the other part of you, intrigued by what you saw in her eyes, decided to submit. Alexia stepped back and you allowed your eyes to roam over her perfect body. Enhanced by the figure-hugging red dress she was wearing. Her eyes never left yours as she slowly wriggled her way out of the dress and threw it across the room. She stood before you in the most incredible red and black underwear set, which accentuated her body perfectly. You trailed your eyes from her face, down her perfect body, past her muscular abs until they rested on her peachy bum. Alexia’s bum was your favourite part of her body and you took any opportunity you could to touch and squeeze it. Alexia’s giggle brought you back and you knew you had been caught staring

“¿Ves algo que te gusta? (See something you like?) She challenged cheekily

“Have I told you that you have the most perfect arse?” you replied to her challenge loving the way your words caused her face to blush. Even after three years together she still blushed when you complimented her body like this. You were left confused when Aleixa suddenly turned and walked towards her bedside table but that quickly cleared when you saw the items she held in her hand.

“is it that sort of night?” You asked eyeing the items in her hand. You noticed that the toys she was holding were her own favourites meaning you would be the one wearing It tonight. Alexia did not reply to your comments, she dropped to her knees and unbuttoned your trousers, tugging on them to get them off. You helped by lifting yourself slightly. After your pants came your underwear leaving you bare below the waist. Alexia eyed you hungrily and leaned forward swiping her tongue through your abundant wetness and circling your clit with her tongue. Just as quickly as her mouth was on you, it was gone but before you could protest, she was shimmying a harness up your legs. Once it was in place, she attached the long, thick dildo she had chosen. You could not help but laugh at the colour; once a culer, always a culer. Alexia stood back, admiring her work. You were about to move, to pull her to you when she pressed down on your chest keeping you in your seat

“No” she commanded placing her legs either side of your hips. She did not remove her sinful red and black underwear, she moved it to the side so she could line the head of the dildo up with her dripping heat before slowly lowering herself down. The stretch felt delicious to the Spanish captain as she took the dildo inch by inch until she had taken it all and was sat flush on your lap.

“touch me and I stop yes?” she commanded in her broken English, something about Alexia speaking English during intimate moments always sent you wild and you felt your hands twitch with the urge to disobey. You wanted to grab her hips and drive into her until she forgot her name. You looked into her eyes and saw the challenge there, she did not believe you could do it so you forced yourself to relax and nod. With a filthy moan she began to move, lifting herself up and grinding back down against you. She placed her hands behind her bracing herself on your knees which gave her body the most incredible angle for you to watch. Her head was thrown back and her throat exposed begging to be claimed. She started slow lifting and grinding in a steady motion. Every time she pushed down against you the base of the dildo and the rough material of the harness stimulated you core causing the most amazing pleasure to coarse through you. The constant moans now leaving her slightly parted mouth were sending your head into a spin and when she sped up her movements you finally snapped and disobeyed her command. You surged forward grabbing her hips and controlling her movements. You thrust up hard on her upward movements and pulled her down further against you as she came down. Alexia moved her hands from your knees and wrapped them around your shoulders allowing you to control her movements. You heard the hitch in her breathing which indicated she was close and felt her walls clamp down against the dildo by how difficult it became to thrust but you continued to move your hips in a steady motion. You moved your lips to her ear

 “Ven por mi hermosa!” (Come for me beautiful) Your choice to speak in Spanish was tactical and you knew the effect it would have, Alexia went limp in your arms as she came undone. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through her and you kept a slow rhythm with your hips guiding her through her orgasm. When her pleasure subsided she slumped against you the dildo still buried deep within her. As she shifted she felt the twitch of your hips and saw the wince cross your face

“Did you come” she asked gently and you shook your head not wanting to lie to Aleixa. With another devilish smile she climbed off your lap. She moved over to your bed and climbed on to all fours. You could see her wetness dripping down her thighs. She looked at you over her shoulder

“Entonces nosotras no hemos terminado” (then we are not done)

You were up in a heartbeat, stripping off the shirt you were still wearing before climbing onto the bed behind her. You wated no time lining the dildo up with her entrance and sinking into her with one rough thrust. A loud moan escaped her lips as you bottomed out

“Toma tu placer mi amor” (Take your pleasure my love) She whispered before your hips were moving of their own accord. You drove into her hard seeking your own release, which after watching Alexia ride you, was not far away. You knew that she was sensitive from her orgasm but she did not ask you to slow down or stop. To her own surprise she felt her own pleasure begin to build again and hoped that she could ride out your pleasure with you. You felt the tightening of her walls making it harder to thrust which told you she was close to orgasm again. Your movements stuttered slightly as you neared your peak but one final hard thrust sent you both toppling over the precipice as waves of pleasure overwhelmed you.

Once both of you had begin to settle you quickly pulled out and discarded the toy, something to be taken care of later. You reached out for Alexia pulling her into your arms and wrapping the blanket around you both

“Might have to go away more often if that is how you welcome me home” you joked earning a slap on the leg from your girlfriend. You laughed pulling her closer as the two of you allowed sleep to claim you.

[ace-turned-confused]

proud to be yours

marcus acacius masterlist | main masterlist

pairing: marcus acacius x f!reader summary: it's the first time you've seen acacius since he took your virginity, and he has plans for a different kind of training word count: 2,7k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied / shorter than acacius / very inexperienced, unspecified age gap, pet names, smut, vague references to past p in v & loss of virginity, cock & ball worship hooray! (blowjob & ball sucking), brief fingering, comeplay & come eating, spitting, praise kink, size kink, smidgen of corruption & innocence kink, dirty talk, possessive acacius extra info: subligaculum = underwear a/n: written for @joelmillerisapunk's PPCU body worship challenge! i asked for Big Gladiator Man + C, which very fittingly stands for cock :) this has the same pairing, teeny references to & carries on from mould me for ruin, but could be read on its own :) hugs & cookies to @morallyinept for reading this over <3 <3 <3

You haven’t seen Acacius since your last training session when he took you on the ground and claimed you for himself. He informed you he was busy, saying he’d find you as soon as possible. You weren’t sure what to expect when he sought you out today and led you down an unfamiliar path, still away from prying eyes but also your usual hideaway.

You wonder if he regrets what the two of you did and doesn’t want to train you anymore, if he’s changed his mind and is simply taking you somewhere he can let you down without an audience.

The sun is already well below the mountains, the sky like a painting of pink and purple with cirrus clouds like brushstrokes. Kicking the gravel as you walk, Acacius’ bulky frame towers alongside you. You watch his hand glide through the air, remembering how his touch had blazed across your skin.

“Where are we going?”

“You will see.”

“Why are we not heading for the forest?”

“Today’s lesson will be far more pleasant at my home.”

“Your home? Are you… are you sure?”

“Relax, my girl.” He stops and turns to you, steadying you by your arms. “You know I would not endanger you — even if I did, you have proven you are more than capable.”

“What are we doing?” You call out to him as he walks ahead.

“You have quite the… inquisitive mind, rascal. I imagine it gets you into trouble, hm?”

“I suppose I do ask too many questions… you're the only one who really listens to them.”

He turns and waits for you to catch up, head cocked to one side as you come to stand in front of him. You feel a strange sense of comfort around him, comfort that nobody else has time or energy to give you. Why would they, when you spend all day longing to chase your dreams?

“It is not too much, you are not too much. I enjoy listening to you. You are far more intelligent and witty than any soldier I’ve trained… Far more beautiful, too.”

He resumes walking with a soft smile and you follow in silence, trusting that you’ll be fine to do whatever he has planned, and fighting the heat that flows under your skin at his compliments.

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Stepping through wrought iron gates, a cobbled pathway wound up to an impressive stone and brick home, the surrounding gardens neat and manicured. High arches tapering down towards mosaic-tiled floors as you head inside, it’s a spectacle compared to the cramped buildings of the town centre.

He led you through the open space towards the back of his property, dim lamps lining the walls as you reached his bedchamber. You stood in the doorway, unsure if you should have followed him inside. He assured you nobody would know your whereabouts, and if they did, he’d make sure they never spoke it, a menacing grip on his sword as he unsheathed it to place down.

Now you stand, watching him remove his armour, place his chestplate on its stand and hang his skirt. His chest is still just as broad, arms and thighs still just as thick even only in his tunic. You’ve never seen him like this, neither noble nor clad in armour — just Acacius, just Marcus. The lamplight flickers across his face, catching on the silver in his hair and the scruff of his beard.

“Still so eager to learn?” He chuckles as he drags his hand down your neck and across your collarbones, your eyelids fluttering closed as your skin rises in goosebumps.

“How will we train if you have stripped yourself of your armour? I… I do not wish to hurt you.”

“We are doing a different kind of training tonight, my girl. You did so well for your first time, I knew you were born to take me.” He steps into your space, one hand rising to cradle your cheek and you lean into his touch, still desperate to please him.

“Have you dreamt of me again? Touched yourself and seen stars?”

“Yes, General,” you whisper to him.

“It felt good to become mine, yes?”

You whimper as you think back to that night — your body ached as he pushed you down into the hard earth and split you open, pinned you beneath him so he could just take from you. He did take from you, something you can never get back but something you don’t want back, not now that he’s had you for himself.

“I assume you have not sought out another man.” You shake your head in response, gaze tracing over his features as he stares you down with a dark glint in his eyes. “No other man will have you how I did… I will make sure of it.”

“As you said, my body craves yours.”

“My good girl.” Acacius smiles down at you as he curls his hand around your waist, fingers digging into your side. “And my body craves yours, remember?” He takes your hand and guides it down atop his tunic, pressing himself into you.

“Do you feel just how much I still crave you?” You nod as you stare at your hand, feeling him for the first time through the rough fabric. “There are more ways you can be mine, and many more ways I can ruin you. On your knees, my girl.”

You sink down to the floor, the hard tiles digging into your kneecaps as you shift around and try to find a comfortable position. You look up at Acacius from the floor, about to voice your discomfort when he stops you before you can speak.

“Tonight I want to show you how to make a man — me — feel good.”

“Was it not… did you not feel good when, uh… when you…” You drop your eyes, feeling heated as you stumble over your words. Your brows knit in concern — did you do something wrong the other night?

“It was well beyond good, my rascal — a sweet girl like you, so pure.” He crouches down to level with you and holds the back of your neck. “Any man would feel good with you, but no other man ever will now that you are surely ruined.”

Looking away, you notice a white tunic laid out, a gold leaf pattern running along the shoulders and down the side seams. You wonder when he wears it, or who he wears it for, distracting yourself from the worries swirling in your head.

It’s as if he could hear your concerns before you voiced them — he grabs you by the chin to force your attention back to him. “No other man will have you, and I will not have any other woman. Now that I have you, why would I need someone else?”

He drops his hand and straightens up — you feel wet between your thighs as he towers over you. You clutch your hands together, unsure what you’re meant to do for him.

Your eyes flit between his chest and arms as he pulls his tunic off, smirking at you as you realise your mouth had fallen open. He wastes no time pulling his subligaculum off and your eyes go wide seeing him up close for the first time.

You don’t care what he thinks anymore as you stare at his cock instead — he takes himself in hand, stroking lazily up and down and reaches with his free hand to cup the heft of his balls. His skin looks soft, and the small pearls that grow from the tip of his length turn him shiny the more he fists himself. You lean back on your ankles as he lets go and holds his hand out.

Placing your hand cautiously into his waiting palm, he lifts it and wraps it around his cock. Your fingers just don’t meet — it’s not just his arms and thighs that are thick. You try pressing your legs together, that familiar nightly ache having returned.

“Are you wet?” You nod mindlessly as he starts moving your hand in his, mesmerised by the feel of him and watching the skin pull back and forth over the head. “Too bad tonight is not about you. Maybe if you are a good girl I can give you what you want so desperately.”

He uncurls your fingers and holds your hand open to rest his cock against your palm, hunching over as a trail of spit falls from his mouth and onto his length. He closes your hand around him again, a small gasp slipping from your lips as the cool, wet sensation covers your palm and fingers. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he instructs you to stroke him again, before dropping both arms to his sides.

You look at him curiously as his skin glides against your hand; you tighten your fist experimentally, feeling just how hard and heavy he is. He grunts above you and you let go immediately, looking up at him in question, worried you’ve already done something wrong. 

“Do not stop, my girl — all those noises you made when you felt good? Well, I make noises, too.” He winks at you and curls your hand around him again for you to continue. “You have always been such a curious girl — I want you to explore me.”

“But what�� What should I do? And, what if you do not like it?”

“I would like anything you can do, my girl. You were fearless when it came to your combat training, I want that same fearless girl with me now.” You glance away as you consider what to do, your nerves clearly evident on your face as he starts making suggestions, “Stick your tongue out for me.”

You do, and he guides his cock towards your face, the tip prodding into your cheek before he drags it towards your waiting tongue.

“I want you to explore, with your hands, your mouth… I’m sure you will find you quite like this, too. Go on, taste me.”

You lean forward and lick the tip of his cock — he twitches as you do, and you taste the precome that’s been pearling since he took his clothing off. Looking at him again, he nods and it encourages you — you hold his cock up against his body, licking the entire underside of his length and he moans, his head lolling back as you keep eye contact.

“My sweet girl, I knew you would be good at this.”

You warm at his words, feeling your skin and ears go hot at his praise — you’ve only just started, and you still have no idea what you actually should do, but hearing how much Acacius is enjoying this only makes you want to do better for him.

You take his advice and flick your tongue across his tip again, breaking to stroke him and pepper small kisses up and down his length, peering up at him with a wide grin each time. Once you work up the courage, you take the tip of his cock into your mouth and try swirling your tongue around him — even barely inside you and it feels a stretch. His hips jerk forward when you push your tongue along his slit, sliding himself further into you.

It takes some time, but you work him progressively into your mouth, your boosted ego taking over as you push too far — coughing as you pull yourself off him, strings of saliva connect your bodies, one hand still around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Slowly, my girl. You do not have to win the war all in one night.”

“Can I…” You trail off, embarrassed by your inexperience and the vulgar thoughts clouding your mind.

“You can do whatever you want, my rascal. There is no need to ask — explore, remember?”

You nod, reassured by his guidance and stroke him languidly again. He’s even harder than when you started, throbbing in your hand with an almost permanent bead of precome leaking from him.

Your eyes drop to his balls — you watched how he held them, felt them earlier. Does that mean he likes that too?

Avoiding his eyes this time in case you make a mistake, you lift a hand to feel the skin — it’s soft, with wiry hairs littered across him. You roll your fingers over him and he groans at the contact, his hand squeezing the back of your neck.

Smiling sweetly as you look up at his face again, he looks gone, and your sweet smile turns cocky — you’ve rendered him practically speechless. You take in his unburdened features as you run through everything in your mind — he likes your mouth on his cock, he likes your hands on his balls…

You don’t overthink it as you duck forwards, eyes fluttering closed as you nuzzle into the crease of his thigh and take one of his balls into your mouth and suck him gently, one hand tightening around his cock, the other grounding yourself on his leg. He pulls you impossibly close to him and you giggle, the sound muffled but coursing through his whole body.

You keep stroking him as you switch sides, shifting your hand from his leg to scrape your nails through the coarse hair surrounding the base of his cock. He groans, a string of saliva connecting your bodies again and trailing down your chin when you release him.

“Can I, um… can we do this again? Not necessarily tonight, of course! But…” You ask timidly, your voice becoming hoarse.

“I am glad to know you take great pleasure in this.”

“Are you going to cover me like you did last time?”

“Keep going and you will soon find out.” He sounds breathless as he looks down at you, “I am close — you have done so well for your first time, you have been such a good girl.”

You clench your legs together as he showers you with praises again, hoping that he’ll let you touch yourself — or touch you himself — when he’s done.

“Take me again, my rascal.”

It doesn’t take long before his body starts stiffening, cords of muscle in his thigh tensing against your hand and his grunts become louder. You sink your nails into his leg as he thrusts forwards and knocks into the back of your throat, his cock pulsing as he spills into you. The sensation overwhelms you as you feel it settle under your tongue and thicken around your gums; Acacius is doubled over above you, his large and weathered hands borderline crushing your skull from how he pulls you into him and keeps himself upright.

Unsure what to do next, you wait. The tiles are cool and hard against your knees — much like the earth he’d pushed you into previously — and his cock is slowly softening, still kept in the wet warmth of your mouth.

Finally loosening his grip to stand, everything falls silent as you look up at him. He pulls himself out and grabs your chin, digging his fingers into your cheeks to keep your mouth open and angle your head back. He leans over you, all firm chest and broad shoulders, with that same wild expression you recognise from the night he first had you.

He spits into your mouth and you whimper below him. Sliding two fingers between your teeth, he presses them down onto your tongue and dips them into the mixture of his spit and salty come, pushing it around your mouth. You grab onto his wrist to keep him longer as you lick between his fingers and swallow.

“My perfect girl.”

Pulling his fingers from you, he crouches to level with you and wipes your cheeks with his clean hand — you’re not sure when the tears had streaked your face, overwhelmed by him filling your mouth and the now unbearable throbbing between your legs. He lifts your tunic and bunches it at your waist, huffing a laugh when he sees you’re bare underneath it.

Still caressing your cheek, he dips his sticky fingers between your folds, dragging them through your slick. You tilt your hips to grind yourself against his fingers; he pushes them into you when they catch on your entrance and he laughs, watching you work yourself higher and higher, your small whines growing louder.

“My poor girl, does it not feel good by yourself anymore, hm? Now that I have shaped you for myself… You are always so good for me, let me help you.”

tagging some pookies that left kind words on my wip wednesday snippets of this, lmk if you wanna be taken off <3 @burntheedges @milla-frenchy @sixhours @luxurychristmaspudding

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dividers by @cafekitsune

[neosexuals]

— date night !

Mdni!

Pairings/warnings:: bf!jaehyun , non idol au , oral (f) , fingering???, unprotected (wrap itt). Nicknames (baby, slut…), couch sex, Jaehyuns a bit rough . Not proof read

Summary :: a cute date night turns out to be hellishly boring until jaehyun felt the need to entertain you

A/n: I had a lil fun with this one not proof read btw🧍‍♂️ @p-inkbunny

[🪟]

Jaehyun and you have been planning a movie date for weeks whether at your place or his and it finally happened but, the movie you two picked out to watch was not that interesting.

The both of you blankly staring at the characters moving their mouths yapping on and on, his hand wrapping around your waist mid movie which was probably the most interesting part of your night. His hand caressing your abdomen, pulling you to lay on his chest.

It turned you on a bit, but it wasn’t something you paid attention to a lot trying to keep your attention on the movie. His hands roam your body throughout the movie, distracting you each time. His hand now underneath your (his) shirt, squeezing the side of your abdomen.

“Baby” the nickname freeing you from your boredom (hopefully). You look up at him in response “do you like the movie?” His tone monotone, looking down at you.

“It’s okay...” Your mouth moulds into a pout, it’s okay was clearly,horrendous.Jaehyun's grip tightens slightly on your waist, pulling you closer into his chest as he chuckles softly.

“Well, if you're bored doll. I can suggest something more….interesting” his hands trailing from your waist to your thighs, using them as a leverage to move down, positioning himself between your legs,Your stomach sinks at the sight.

He looked back up at you, his eyes pleading for approval. You knew what this was going to lead to, but god you wanted it so bad, you nodded in response. His fingers were hooked onto the band of your shorts, bunching up your underwear along with it, getting rid of them in a swift motion.

“Awe so wet for me already?” His tone dripping with faux sweetness. His hands now planted on your thighs,holding them apart. Your eyes flew shut as his tongue met your wetness, licking a slow stripe along your folds.

You let out a frail cry of his name causing a smirk to form onto his face and he leans down, running his tongue along your slit before diving in, tasting your arousal. his tongue flicks against your clit, teasing and driving you wild as he continues to lap at you unforgiving.

Your moans only driving him causing him to increase the pace, alternating between licking and sucking on your clit. With the strong desire to see you , to taste you on his tongue, he pulls you closer, your ass sitting on the edge of the couch Causing you to squirm. Your moans getting louder as his tongue roams your pussy roughly, he was just as desperate as you. All you could do was grip his hair, moaning like this was the last time,Letting out frail curses.

jaehyun was enjoying this, the way you would squirm and roll your hips onto his tongue. Your moans only got louder when he introduced his middle finger into the mix, pumping his finger into you as he laps at your clit. You were close, your walls clenched around his one finger, your legs threatening to close around his head.

His tongue no longer lapping at your cunt, he inserts another digit into you. Your eyes watery begging to cum “it’s okay baby you can cum.” His tone much sweeter now ,his free hand caressing your face as he deviously increased the pace. Your eyes squeezed shut, unable to control how your body responds. Your hips bucking into the air as you find release, your arousal now coating his long fingers.

“So good for me” he whispers against your lips before locking them with his, the kiss passionate your taste still lingering on his tongue but you didn’t care enough.his fingers still slowly pumping into you as he helps you out your high, you let out sweet moans causing jaehyun to move away from the kiss and removing his fingers.

"you did so well" he whispered once more before picking you up on your feet, you knew what was coming next. Jaehyun isn’t always the sweetest during sex, he was rough. His arms wrapped around your waist making your stomach turn, his lips moulding with yours.

His body guides yours to the side of the sofa, bending down to sit on the handrest. Jaehyuns hands move to grip the leather, one remaining on your waist before he broke away from the kiss. "Turn around for me yeah?" His house low and husky, only adding to the arousal. Your skin sticking to the leather as you move around, trying not to laugh at the squeaky noise the couch makes under you. Your legs now dangling over the edge, ass on full display for jaehyun.

He lands a small slap onto your ass, kneading it as his thumb glides over your slit. You whimpered at him shaking your ass slightly in desperation earning a smack right on your ass "needy are we?" His voice thick coated in honey.

Jaehyun wasn’t short of mercy however, his cock long enough to spring up onto his stomach. He teased his tip sliding along the length of your slit, your whines moving in and out of his ears. His eyes plastered onto your pussy, the way he hissed at the sight of your arousal coating his cock.

“Please-” your pleads going in and out of his ears, right now all he could think about is your pussy devouring his cock as he pushed it inside “fuck baby look at you”

He instantly bottomed out, his hands caressing your hips moving up to your neck. His hands wrapped around it, using the pressure to push you into the leather of the couch. Thrusting his cock into you rather slow than usual, it was unbearable for you.

Letting out a long string of whines jaehyun, sooner than later, listened and moved at a rash pace. His balls slapping against your clit, along with his hand against your ass. His teeth gritted “fucking slut” you’ve never heard such profanity come from jaehyuns mouth before. But you loved it, your hands pulled behind,pinned behind your back.

Moaning louder as he pulls out leaving his tip inside before slamming back in, grinding into you. Balls deep at this point “god I love this pussy….” You clench around him hearing his praises “yeah? Like when I say that slut? You’re my slut yeah?”

The words he spew only tightened the coil inside your stomach, his cock hitting your sweet spot rougher each second. “Jae cum-” you could bearly finish the slurred messages you let out before jaehyun would move the hand, his thumb slowly inserting into your cunt, “shit- wait for me baby” slamming his cock into you over and over, groaning due to the friction created by the thumb. All you could do was moan his name into the pillow, his cock twitching inside you not to later.

You couldn’t handle it, milking his cock of all he had “cum” was all it took for your legs to get shaky from the orgasm, twitching as you feel his own thick ribbons of cum spilling into you. “Shit-”

Curses let out of his mouth as he realised he was…harsher than usual, his cock sliding out of your slippery cunt “so pretty….” He groaned looking at the mess he made, he was always messy.

Pulling you back into your feet, hugging you tightly, it was odd sure but sweet. “sorry baby” was all he said before pecking your lips.

“It’s okay I liked it….you should call me your slut more often” you giggled.

“Sure baby” kissing your forehead before leading you to the shower.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

The following is a case file from Harry's ledger that seems to have been cut from the game. The text and audio is all still there in the game files, but the option to read it is inaccessible.

>Read a case file.

LOGIC - It takes about half an hour to piece one together, using the system you've devised. Which one do you want?

>COLLAPSING TENEMENT

DAMAGED LEDGER - This one's bad. Not that far from Precinct 41 -- in Central Jamrock -- there is an eight story apartment building with two hundred residents inside. It's the dead of winter, January. Snowing. Someone's beating their wife. It's half past midnight.

You get a complaint -- no one's there to take it. So you do call duty. The beating is taking place on the eighth floor. You take the elevator up. The building's creaking around you. Cold as hell. It's a run down old place. Concrete panels, rats everywhere.

And it's not pretty in the apartment either. By the time you arrive the husband's left. His wife has got her lip busted, face swollen. Eyes shut. Can't leave him, they're a *financial unit*. Enjoying this beautiful life in this beautiful tenement.

So anyway -- you take a leak before you leave.

In the apartment I got the call to?

DAMAGED LEDGER - Yes, cops do that. *While* you're taking a piss, you see a big crack in the wall. In the outer wall of the building. You can *feel* the cold air blow in. You take the elevator down, look up -- a big crack runs on the outer wall of the whole building.

Right from the foundation -- up to the eighth floor.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Easy: Success] - Oh god...

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - No, no, no, no...

HALF LIGHT [Easy: Success] - Fucking hell.

The tilt is beyond the point of maximum deviation from the gravity bearing perpendicular. This means that the building is falling -- and will fall no matter what.

DAMAGED LEDGER - That's right. They trained you for this in cop school. Everyone has to pick a civil specialization so they can keep the city running: fire safety, first aid training, and so on. You took *building safety regulation*. And it tells you that this one -- is coming down.

+5 XP

Maybe not tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow. Maybe not the day after, but it's coming down. In a matter of days. It is physically impossible for it not to. And the two hundred people in there? They are all going down with it. The woman with the busted lip, the husband who beats her, their kids in the other room...

The drunk in the hallway. The girl in the elevator when you were going up. The youths on the stairs, laughing, smoking. The couple next to the apartment -- who made the call. They're all going to die.

But, you see, it's *freezing* outside. And there is no municipal government in Revachol. Nowhere to put these people. Two hundred people can't go to their *aunt's for a couple of days*. And above all -- there is no one to *tell* the building is coming down. No authority but you.

I'm gonna have to knock on every door and explain them how load bearing perpendiculars work?

I'm gonna have to go home and do nothing, not think about this ever again.

I'm gonna have to find my captain somewhere, first thing tomorrow. Maybe even *tonight*.

DAMAGED LEDGER - Bad, bad thoughts go through your head. So what you do is -- you call your partner. JV (only initials available) is up. He comes immediately. He didn't take building safety, but he believes you. He brings five more officers. Together you knock on *every door* and explain the situation.

The load bearing perpendicular. The maximum deviation. All of it... Some people believe you. Most don't. Some you have to *forcibly* remove. Some even pull guns on you. It takes 20 hours to evacuate the whole building. 200 people stand outside in the cold. Children cry.

Your captain puts them in a half-burned building 10 km South. It's got black mould and no roof, but hey -- it's better than death.

And then what?

DAMAGED LEDGER - And then the building doesn't come down. And it still hasn't. That was 52 days ago. BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT. The point is -- it *will* come down.

+5 XP

Am I *absolutely* sure?

And when it does, everyone in there will die.

If it hasn't, it won't. I was wrong.

Oh god, I don't know...

DAMAGED LEDGER - 100000000000%

2. And when it does, everyone in there will die.

DAMAGED LEDGER - At the end of the day -- no one knows. The math says it *must* collapse. And the optics show that it doesn't. It's as if some kind of *evil spirit* is holding the tenement together, like the jaws of a trap. Luring the people back in. One by one. Already they're going... At least 40 of them are living there now.

As we speak. And you can't *keep* them from going back, because they all hate you. They despise you. They think you threw them out of their homes. Every day they despise you more -- and every day, more of them go back.

And every day is a day closer to the day the building will fall.

DAMAGED LEDGER - Exactly. These notes have been very clear. Seems you have been thorough with documenting this one. So -- which one of these do you want to read *next*? (Because there is nothing you can do about THE COLLAPSING TENEMENT).

[conkreetmonkey]

So as it turns out, my ADHD meds DO work, I just need to take them after actually getting up for the day instead of waking up to take them at 7:00 AM when my phone alarm sounds and then immediately going back to bed, upon which I don't actually sleep but instead lay under the covers with my eyes closed and write a novel in my head over the span of 2-5 hours, then wake up as my usual dysfunctional and perpetually groggy self.

Now, however, after only two days of experiencing the ACTUAL, INTENDED power of my Normal Pills, a question has been dawning on me... how much fucking mental energy have I been expending in bed??

Like, so far today, as of about 2:00 PM, I have:

Shoveled the driveway and front steps, during which I overheated and stripped down to a t-shirt

Tweaked some loose pieces of floor moulding

Removed the hinged extension from a small table, since we literally never use it and it just gets in the way

Done sooooo much wiping and tidying

Swept, vacuumed and Swiffer mopped roughly ⅔rds of this house's hard surfaces, steaming out any stubborn dried gunk or dragged furniture scuff marks

Vacuumed a bunch of little crevices, such as between the floors and walls, cracks in the steps, vent openings (whoever installed the tongue-and-groove floorboards in this house seemingly eyeballed the whole thing, so everything is loose and shit gets in the cracks and prevents the boards from slatting back together)

Been back and forth between the garage and house multiple times to fetch tools, which usually kills my motivation since I need to put on shoes and walk through the snow to do it

I'VE BEEN PRODUCTIVE AS FUCK SINCE 9:00 AM AND AM ONLY NOW TAKING A BREAK. That's 5 unbroken hours of productivity. AND I'M NOT EVEN TIRED. I WANT TO DO MORE.

And all of this on NOTHING but a single cup of black coffee and one dose of the second-lowest strength of this medication that's avaliable.

(dw, I'll eat, lol)

So if this is how much energy and drive I'm supposed to get from these meds, yet I felt almost no effect after taking the pill and immediately going to imagination land... how much fucking energy was my brain putting into those 5 hour OC AMVs??? You're telling me that and that alone absorbed ALL OF THIS ENERGY like a sponge??? What the FUCK

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

Varney the Vampire, Chapter 12: A Disappointing Lack Of Secret Passages

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Charles sits in his room and broods for a truly impressive number of paragraphs. Eventually, he is distracted by the portrait on the wall, which is so lifelike that its eyes appear to follow you around the room. Charles carefully studies it and memorizes its features, in case they are helpful later in identifying the vampire. As he does this, he notices some of the moulding around the portrait is cracked, and comes to the conclusion that it must have been recently moved from the wall and replaced. What's more, it seems to be loose, and could be easily removed again with the right tools. While he ponders how to do this, he is interrupted by a knock at the door.

He calls for whoever it is to come in, but receives no response except more knocking. After three rounds of this, he gets up and opens the door, only to find no one there. Charles is starting to feel a bit rattled now, but refuses to ask for a new room because that's coward behavior.

The knock comes again, and he quickly flings open the door. Once again there's no one there, but he hears a strange sound in the corridor, a sort of groaning sigh, or perhaps sighing groan. He calls out, and Henry answers, having been awakened by the commotion. Charles tells Henry about the mysterious knocking, and also his theory about the portrait having been moved. Henry is willing to test the theory by removing the portrait, so he scrounges up some tools and the two of them set to work. Disappointingly, they find nothing behind the portrait except bare wall.

Suddenly, they hear a series of strange noises outside, and a figure appears at the window. Charles shoots it without hesitation. The rest of the household is awakened by the shot, and they proceed to search the area outside the window. Charles' shot left a hole in the window pane, but there is no sign of any intruder outside.

Marchdale advises that the Bannerworths pack their bags and move away. He then starts making gloomy and lurid predictions about Flora becoming a vampire and hunting her own children, which upsets Charles a lot. He tells Marchdale to shut up, and Marchdale is so offended by this that he threatens to leave the house on the spot. Hastily, Henry makes Charles apologize in order to keep the peace, and all ruffled tempers are soothed...for now.

Hoo boy this is an action-packed chapter.

A Theme, or at least a recurring subject, rears its head in this chapter, and is soon to become even more prominent. The characters in Varney are strictly bound by proper English manners, and are handicapped by them at every turn. This limitation, while troublesome enough in their dealings with each other, will prove to be a major source of conflict when dealing with the vampyre. More on that next chapter.

The first little mannerly stumbling blocks start to appear here. Charles restlessly paces his room, but stops for fear of disturbing his hosts. Harmless enough, but things will escalate later.

Charles' character is also fleshed out some. Charles, we have seen, is a bit reckless; now we learn his own bravery is an important aspect of his self-image. Charles will not be seen as a coward; he will never back down from a challenge. I'm sure this little personality quirk will never cause him any problems.

Charles proceeds to make a very thorough examination of the portrait, eventually coming to the conclusion that it was recently moved, and further that there may be something of interest concealed behind it. A secret passage, perhaps?

No time for that, someone is gently rapping at his chamber door. These early chapters, as we've seen, are full of weird spooky little moments like this one which are promptly forgotten about and never, ever explained. Presumably, the source of the noise is Varney, although jury's out on how he got into the house. I will say one thing:

There was no one to be seen; but, as he opened the door, he heard a strange sound in the corridor—a sound which scarcely could be called a groan, and scarcely a sigh, but seemed a compound of both, having the agony of the one combined with the sadness of the other.

Making a noise like this? Extremely in character for Varney.

I've talked before about how reading this book feels like unmedicated ADHD, and that extends to the actions of the characters. It's 2 in the morning, but Henry and Charles decide to embark on a little impromptu home renovation project, which: mood.

In a few minutes Henry returned, and although what he had succeeded in finding were very inefficient implements for the purpose, yet with this aid the two young men set about the task.

Evidently Marchdale's iron crowbar from a few chapters ago got misplaced. (A word on the crowbar: My dad recently pointed out to me that, when opening Marmaduke Bannerworth's coffin, Marchdale calls the crowbar "an old friend of mine" and says he is "much accustomed to its use". Just what exactly was he getting up to with that thing?)

To the disappointment of everyone, there turns out to be no secret passage, or even a measly secret chamber. It doesn't even seem like there's any kind of secret compartment in the portrait itself, which was my immediate first thought.

"I perceive as much; and the panel itself, although of more than ordinary thickness, is, after all, but a bit of planed oak, and apparently fashioned for no other object than to paint the portrait on."

Of course, perhaps the secret compartment is just very cunningly hidden. Still, this line of investigation appears to be at a dead end for now.

No time for that, the vampyre is here! Or at least, that's what Charles assumes, as he shoots it without hesitation. Imagine if it turned out to be Chillingworth again.

Varney has, at this point, been shot by every major character except George and Chillingworth. He is really determined to break into this house. Once again, though, shooting him does nothing to prevent him from escaping, and a search of the garden turns up nothing. Everybody is seriously rattled by this, and Marchdale proclaims, rather dramatically, that the only chance Henry and his family have at an escape from these horrors is to leave their house forever.

He then, seemingly for no reason, starts talking about Flora, and the horrible fate that surely awaits her as a vampire. And my god does he go ON and ON about the subject, adding WAY too much unnecessary detail. Charles has little patience for this.

"...oh, it is too dreadful to contemplate! Too horrible—too horrible!"

"Then wherefore speak of it?" said Charles, with some asperity.

He won't shut up, though.

"Mr. Charles Holland, if you wed, you would look forward to being blessed with children—those sweet ties which bind the sternest hearts to life with so exquisite a bondage. Oh, fancy, then, for a moment, the mother of your babes coming at the still hour of midnight to drain from their veins the very life blood she gave to them. To drive you and them mad with the expected horror of such visitations—to make your nights hideous—your days but so many hours of melancholy retrospection."

Dude, is this really necessary? Marchdale seems to think so.

"I will hear no more of this," cried Charles Holland.—"I will hear no more."

"I have done," said Mr. Marchdale.

"And 'twere well you had not begun."

"Nay, say not so. I have but done what I considered was a solemn duty."

A solemn duty!? Solemn duty to what, exactly? Touch grass, Marchdale.

Henry and Charles' respective responses to Marchdale's weird spiel are an interesting reflection of their characters. Charles is immediately confrontational, taking no shit from Marchdale and calling into question his motives. Henry, on the other hand, not only assumes good intentions from Marchdale, but that he, Henry, is in the wrong for getting upset.

"Under that assumption of doing duty—a solemn duty—heedless of the feelings and the opinions of others," said Charles, sarcastically, "more mischief is produced—more heart-burnings and anxieties caused, than by any other two causes of such mischievous results combined. I wish to hear no more of this." "Do not be angered with Mr. Marchdale, Charles," said Henry. "He can have no motive but our welfare in what he says. We should not condemn a speaker because his words may not sound pleasant to our ears."

Marchdale takes personal offense to Charles' remarks, and threatens to leave Bannerworth Hall, and at this point all of the klaxons are going off in my head. Marchdale is an old family friend; he presumably knows Henry quite well. This is an intentional manipulation tactic. And it works: Henry immediately urges Charles to apologize, in order to pacify Marchdale and keep the peace in the household.

Having known more than one Marchdale, I relate to Henry here; at the same time, I want to yell at him. Just let him go! You don't need his passive-aggressive ass! He is threatening to leave while your house is under active vampire siege because one of your friends was justifiably rude to him after he made a bunch of SUPER out-of-pocket remarks. He is not being the reasonable one here.

But Henry is in a desperate situation; he feels he can't afford to lose any allies. And, once again, we see the theme of characters being bound by manners. Marchdale is clearly in the wrong here, and yet Henry cannot call him out on it without appearing rude. It is a limitation whose effects will soon prove devastating to Henry.

Next: We meet Sir Francis Varney

[transmutationisms]

Re: babygirlification of Kendall, have you written anything abt how the show handles the archetype of The Addict? I've found Kendall really compelling bc of it, particularly from the dsm/psych diagnostic critique lens that sees capitalism as responsible for perpetuating addiction thru escapist consumption. Do you agree that that's something the show is doing intentionally?

wow thank you so much for sending this—i've been wanting to put together my thoughts on addiction in succession for a while now.

capitalism in the 21st century, and therefore also on succession, is neoliberal in nature. although the show makes reference to overtly disciplinary institutions (the psychiatric hospital; military school), the mechanisms of control the characters are subject to tend to operate on more insidious, subtle, coercive lines. waystar is not a factory with a strictly rule-bound production floor; it's a media corporation, operating across numerous social and political domains and selling propaganda. it operates not through overtly punitive measures, but through largely seductive ones: stoking and then satisfying people's desires, guiding them ideologically whilst making them believe they're making such choices freely.

there's an element of this type of coercive, yet often covert, control in logan's relationship with kendall as well. kendall is allowed to ride a motorcycle—clinging to the back of logan's bodyguard. he's allowed to go up to the roof—being surreptitiously surveilled, and then prevented from killing himself by the installation of a glass wall. he has access to virtually unlimited money—bearing in mind that most of it is tied up in things like stock options that are essentially under logan's control. on one level, kendall can go anywhere he wants; he can look down at the city from the literal apex of his father's empire; he's a billionaire. but, for all of this freedom and mobility, we can see that in fact his choices are constrained and his movements coerced. logan employed a more overtly disciplinary hand when kendall was a child, but as an adult the means of control tend to run more along psychological lines, manipulating kendall's desires and limiting his field of movement while making it appear that he's freer than ever.

this is very much in line with the mechanisms of control favoured in cyberspatial capitalism, which operates by addicting its users: to sensory stimulation, to pleasure, to the endlessly deferred rewards of endless self-improvement. certainly disciplinary institutions still exist, but in addition there are also more subtle methods of keeping people in line, often relying on the financial threat of debt and the reward of addictive pleasure, or at least removal of withdrawal pains. even as the child of a literal billionaire, kendall is very much a 'debtor-addict' in this mould, as his father wields financial control over him and uses kendall's endless desire for paternal approval in order to keep him hooked.

to me the connection to kendall's coke use is clear. cocaine is the businessman drug par excellance. kendall uses it when he's trying to step into this version of hypermasculine dominance, like in 'prague' when he decides to team up with sandy and stewy or in 'vaulter' when he's ordered to shut vaulter down. coke is part of his endless attempt to self-improve, to self-optimise and ultimately to gain both his father's respect and the material, financial rewards of success in the corporate world.

where cocaine is concerned, then, The Addict as instantiated in kendall is not an aberrant individual with a unique disease, but the logical outcome of the control society's demand for self-improvement and corporate profitability. kendall's coke use is pathologised because he does it excessively and potentially dangerously, yet the logic motivating this drug use is all around him and is considered normal and unremarkable. so wrt coke, The Addict on succession is merely an extreme expression of the psychology of the control subject, pathologised for this extremeness even as the underlying affective and structural demands driving this behaviour go unchallenged.

a more directly escapist form of consumption is kendall's use of downers (seeking ketamine in the first half of 'prague,' asking for weed and oxy in 'austerlitz,' etc). these drugs are not meant to enhance his business performance or masculinity, and don't speak to his addictive need for paternal approval except insofar as he may seek them out when he's particularly miserable and doesn't want to think about it. in regards to these drugs, The Addict represents a failure in the neoliberal system of control, insofar as his drug-taking does not enhance his productivity but hinders it. for kendall this is not his primary mode of substance use, obviously, because so much of his fundamental drive is about his desire to prove himself at waystar and ultimately to inherit.

in both types of drug usage, though, kendall's addiction is a direct result of the affective and material demands exerted by a neoliberal control society. capitalism encourages consumption generally, and specifically it encourages kendall's literal drug consumption as a means of endless self-optimisation when it comes to cocaine. although the other characters on the show perceive his drug use as an individual and pathological moral failure, the show is quite clear in drawing these links between capitalism, control mechanisms, and the logics of consumption that create and drive kendall's addiction.

[mielmoto]

I don't want to get too annoying about my exposition in any given thread, so I'm going to compile some references here of "how you should (roughly) picture Charmed Confections," by sharing a couple of the inspirations which are constantly bouncing around in my brain. beginning with, (to almost noone's surprise if you've ever looked into french confections for 0.5 seconds), La Maison Méert of Lille, France.

It truly does look like something out of a fairytale, with all the densely crowded treats lining each neatly-curated surface in sight: from baked goods to chocolates and caramels, to ornate sugar pieces and cakes, pies, and tarts of all sizes... and, most importantly, the coloring and material of it all feels a bit more homey, more lived-in and warm than the hyper-modern or surreally 'plasticky' modern candy shops with their bright splotches of color and stark white walls, floors, counters.

Honey's shoppe, no matter the iteration, is built on a base of warm-colored woods. In terms of the display surfaces, themselves, she avoids getting too carried away with any paint or solid decor-details, because the focus should always be on the products, themselves; which are usually more than colorful and ornate enough to carry the aesthetic weight. The main check-out counter, though, would get a little bit of extra flair, somewhere in the realm of the moulding and trim seen here:

Though the color palette would more reflect what she's known for: the gold filigree and details can stay, but it'd be gentler hues of purple, pink, and natural wood grains, with the occasional tiny highlight of white for additional softening and contrast.

A feature Meert lacks which I virtually always imagine in my mind's eye is captured well in Seoul's Hyoja Bakery, and that's the simple concept of a middle/island area posited into the center of the storefront, guiding the natural progression through the space as 'making a round' of the options, rather than touring up one side of treats then doubling back down the other side.

I also really appreciate some of the presentation being in baskets, not so distantly removed, so that people can pick up and admire a loaf of neatly wrapped bread or individually posited pastries. Sure, some delicacies remain behind the counter, and others need to be in a refrigerated/chilled cabinet, regardless, but avoiding pretention is very important to Honey.

Hers is supposed to be the kind of place where people feel comfortable and welcome to indulge themselves, not some pinnacle of luxury where everything has to be gawked at from afar like an art piece... but the colors and presentation at Hyoja err a bit too rustic. A bit too cottagecore/farmcore, rather than capturing some of the fairytale romance which is so core to her brand.

[buildware]

Are you searching for a solution to the problem of How to Remove Mould from Walls? If your home has mould due to condensation and humidity, it is critical to recognize that bleach and household goods are ineffective mould removal solutions. Mould is a microscopic organism that requires conditions like Any organic substance (for example, wood or paper), Oxygen, and Moisture to thrive. Mould eventually destroys whatever it grows on because it consumes and uses the material for nourishment. Mould releases small spores that spread through the air as it matures; in some species, these spores include mycotoxins and allergens. Mycotoxins and allergens are substances that can harm our health and induce allergic reactions.

[daddyricsdoll]

Lando fics

(including features of Jude Bellingham and Ollie Bearman)

tender ✭ Lando Norris

Summary: Just a short blurb of smut and some sweet fluff with Lando after playing padel.

Warnings: unprotected sex

Word count: 600+

A/N: This is my first piece of writing on tumblr, so I hope you like it :)

“Oh fuck! I need you!” The words suddenly come out of your mouth as Lando makes you reach your climax for the second time. He removes his fingers from you and places them in his mouth, he looks up at you with thick lashes and beautiful eyes, colours of an ocean with hints of a rainforest. He sensually pulls his fingers from his mouth with a pop and stands up, his body towering over your sitting one, but now you have a good view of his thick bulge. Your hand reaches up to go and touch it, but he delicately moves your hand back onto the cold porcelain of the bathroom sink. You watch him with hungry eyes as he pulls down his lightly damp shorts due to his sweat after playing padel. His boxers slide down his stunning legs, his dick springs up and presses against his tight shirt that shows the outline of his firm abs.Your mouth waters and you clench your legs together at his thick girth, the need for him is even more prominent and your mouth opens as he walks closer.“Oh do you want me in your mouth now?” He cockily asks and you shake your head with a little chuckle.He uses his hands to spread your legs open and his lips part as he runs his tip through your folds. And then in one thrust he buries himself balls deep, loud moans emit from both of your mouths and instantly you feel your next climax crawling its way up. Your mouth wide open still in shock from the stretch but wish to feel that first thrust again. “You alright baby?” He asks you in that voice you crave to keep and to hold all the nights he’s away at a race. You can only whine a yes in response and you grip the sink as he slowly slides out and then even more painfully slower he thrusts back in. More moans echo through the bathroom and his little groans are a new epiphany you have just discovered as an essential to live. His thrusts become faster in a pattern that makes your climax just seconds away, a tear slips from the side of your eye and you finally whimper out that one noise Lando has memorised since the first time. You feel your climax wash over you and a smile creeps up on Lando’s face as he watches your cum on his dick. And then moments later you feel Lando release inside of you, his cum surely painting your clenched walls. His thrusts become sloppier as he rides both of your climaxes out, Lando brings his head closer to yours and you do the same so your foreheads are leaning on each other. The room is tranquil besides both of your deep, heavy breaths and his last wet thrusts.Lando finally pulls out and gives you soft kisses all over your face, your forehead, cheeks, nose, eyebrow and ultimately lips. Dramatically, he pulls away to grab a towel to clean you up, and you laugh at your lover, dear, precious.Minutes later Lando finishes his meticulous aftercare and carries you to bed. Your legs wrap around his waist and arms hold him so tight like if you don’t you could lose him. With much caution Lando lays you down on the bed and he retires beside you, his body moulding himself to your curves and arms snake around your figure to hold you in his warmth. Your eyes flutter close to the noise of his controlled breathing and the familiar smell of his cologne.

To Love ✭ Lando Norris

Summary: Lando Norris is easy to love, and how lucky I am that he's mine. These are the five moments that made us feel so much more than just love!

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (female receiving), Choking, Creampie. And fluff! I know fluff doesn't count as a warning but I just thought you should know.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: This is based off of the song To Love by Suki Waterhouse. I did kind of get carried away but I don't regret it. I'm in love with the song, and I'm in love with Lando. And I started writing this nearly 2 weeks ago so yay! I've finally finished! I really hope you enjoy reading this! Lando birthday post? 🤭

I remember his face from that room, the one where we made eye contact for moments, moments that I had only hoped would never end. But then someone walked in and we both never saw each other again. But I remember the feeling of him. When his soft hands covered my eyes and his warm breath tickled my ear. I forced the tips of my lips not to curl as his presence finally enveloped me. The feeling wasn’t familiar but it felt like home, it made my dead heart flutter and breathing ease.

I hadn’t even known his name, or heard his voice, but I let him grab me by the hand and drag me away. I knew it was him, the one I thought I would never lay eyes on again but I remember. I remember him. I remember his lips finally against mine and then trailing against my jawline. Hands sliding down my sides. He lifted the flimsy fabric of my dress and glided his fingers through my folds–encouraging my breathing to get hitched and face too warm to make out words. He didn’t slip inside of me just yet, watching the way I would squirm and flicker my eyelids when he was millimetres away. 

I whined when I lost his touch, feeling so empty, more than when I lay alone in bed, in the room not a single other soul had entered. But my eyes healed me when they opened and he was still there standing before me. His fingers hurriedly undoing his pants, lips planting open mouthed kisses around my neck–heightening my pulse and my fervent desire for more than just his touch. The one he had given to so many others before me, but it would change, I was certain I would be the last, and I was sure that he would agree.

One of my legs was pulled up against his firm body, perfectly fitting along his waist. He ran his tip through and along my folds before very leisurely making his way in, inch by inch filling me up. Sucking in deep breaths and tangling my hand into his hair, he finally fit his whole length in.

Hushed curses left his mouth and my stomach curled at his voice, and it was like he knew because he looked up to me and parted his full lips. Mouth emitting an distinguishable noise and he ultimately asked for my name, and without hesitation, I gave it to him while asking for his in return and the interesting timing. “It’s so I know which name I can moan out.” He looked at me directly in the eyes, a little glimmer in his, coating the splashes of blues and greens. I couldn’t help but chuckle before he cut me short with a quicker thrust. He pulled all the way out, glistening with my arousal and then teasingly easing his way back in.

I whined out his name, the one I now know—Lando. He groaned out my name as my walls started clenching around him. He squeezed his eyelids shut- concealing the mesmerising colour of his pupils making me acknowledge the delicacy of his features. His flushed lips pigmented with hues of pinks and reds- slightly parted sucking in sharp breaths.

I was impelled to him and our lips collided again, my hands gliding to his curls and he lowered his head to begin devouring my neck. Not reducing his performance or pace–internally making me do backflips and beg to hold him like this eternally. The tears glimmering in my eyes finally fled as the knot in my stomach ultimately burst. I cried out his name in broken sobs and rough hands, pulling him closer to me, harmonious praise filling his ears. His manly groans and childish whines fused together as he released inside of me with a last string of thrusts. Each one emitting a new sound from me. Simultaneously we both look up at each other, beads of sweat on his tan forehead, reddened cheeks, lips ajar trying to catch the stuffy air around us.  

I remember, that was when we had first met, in the crowded room where we had caught the other's eyes, but it was like we knew each other. We had confidence that we were right– and we were. From when he placed his hands over my eyes like it was the 100th time, and I chuckled at him like it was. He showed me intense and mild– first and last, but most importantly love. I always thought it was hard, hard to find, hard to hold onto. But with him it was easy. He made himself so easy to love. When his hand holds mine or rests on my back, when he loves me tenderly and never lets go. 

✭

“Come on, read to me” The brunette lays his head on my lap and his feet rest off of the side of the couch. I chuckle at his gesture- wide grinned and oh so gorgeous. We both chuckle and he examines my face as I open my mouth to start reading. “To be fond of dancing was a certain step toward falling in love; and very lively hopes of Mr Bingely’s heart were entertained.” 

My eyes glance down at Lando, a content smile plastered on his face. “Are you fond of dancing?” He asks me, full of interest and curiosity. “Yeah, well I’ve never done it before, but I’m sure I’ll love it.” Just as quickly as he lay down, he gets back up and reaches a calloused hand out to me. “Let’s dance” Enchanting grin on his lips as his other hand goes into his pocket and fishes out his phone.

I place my bookmark between the thin pages and grab his solitary hand as “Can’t take my eyes off you” by Frankie Valli plays from the speakers of his phone. He effortlessly throws his phone on the couch and places his free hand on my waist. One of my hands rested on his shoulder and the other tangled with his.

We slowly sway to the music trying to keep up with the rhythm of the song. Pupils staring into the other, no need for words to express our feelings as we already know. We read the other from the twitch in their smile to the furrow in their brow and emotion in their gleaming eyes. I let him lead us, the pace and our movements. As the song progresses, our speed changes, he sings it with much emotion, head swinging everywhere but gaze upon me. And when the infamous chorus comes up he starts swinging our arms up and down, feet jumping all around the room.

Both of our faces beaming with happiness and loud simultaneous laughs fleeing our mouths. We betray dancing and he wraps me in a tight embrace, still keeping our bodies swaying to the music, but having nothing except our clothes keeping us from each other. His big hands splay out on my back and my smaller ones laze on his nape, tickling the little hairs on the back of his head. We listen to the others breathing trying to reach the same tempo while our lips inch closer and closer, ultimately meeting.

The kiss wasn’t rushed, it was captivating. Forcing me to stay, and let him steal my breath, only ever releasing from him when his hands have to force me to. He holds either side of my face and plants firm pecks along my features, trailing them from my eyebrows to my nose, cheeks and jawline. My face heats up and I’m sure my cheeks go the same shade as my lips. Words don’t seem possible for me so I let out little mumbles, the words–I have no clue of, but I think he knows from the small curve in his lips.  

We held each other that night involved in a physical love not one that was severe but serene. 

✭

“Did you- did you ever expect me? Like did you think there was always a place in your life that was…missing something or waiting for it and that thing was…”

“Yes. There was always a part in my world for you. A space waiting for that girl from my dreams and now, I… I have her.” His voice was soft, almost a whisper and his cheeks speckled with pink, I could feel myself rising in temperature. Still after months I couldn’t control myself around him, becoming flustered and flushed every time he looked at me or made a noise. 

✭

He intertwined one of his hands with mine, other arm holding our cart bag full of golf clubs. He looked so beautiful under the sunlight, the beams of light shining onto his tanned skin and shifting the colour of his irises. On this day I’d let him take me out to play golf. I had lied to him, claiming I’d never even held a club before. But all I wanted was to feel the warmth of his body against mine and breathing in my ear. 

He became so euphoric, having the opportunity to show me one of his favourite things. I had altered my stance and swung the club miserably. I nearly cried myself, but then his hands gripped my waist and pulled my body into his. As his warmth surrounded me I nearly melted like ice cream vulnerable to the sun. His hands wrapped over mine and I could feel his breathing against my neck and scarcely caressing my ear.

He whispered words in my ear, but my mind was stuck in a haze that I could only hear the outline of them. He tried swinging the club with me, expecting for it to turn out just like the movies we had watched together but we failed. Although we did succeed in laughing together like a couple of idiots, knowing we could rely on the other for laughter was another one of our strongest holds.

Our fits of chuckles eventually died down and we tried a few more holes. Tilted lips still intact and little giggles along the way, from when he wouldn’t get the best putt or chip and would react overdramatically. Hands in the air, gripping my shoulders or stomping like a kid.

We hadn’t even made it to the 10th hole when he suggested we try something else out, he kept telling me it wasn’t because this isn’t enjoyable but he wanted us to try something new. So he tangled his hands with mine again and led me to his car.

His hand rested on my thigh as he drove us around, having no location set in mind but just the feeling of being together without having the worry or stress of life. I let him drive us to a secluded area, it has a perfect view of Monaco and it’s where we usually go for our runs. I don’t question him to why we’re here, but my breath hitches as his fingers travel further up my skirt. I didn’t have a need for him right now, but suddenly it has risen and I push my hips forward, making him teasingly chuckle at me, but finally slide his fingers under the fabric of my panties. 

“Fuck, you’re drenched. And how long has it been? A few seconds.” I look down innocently, but still spread my legs wider. 

“Come here” He demands of me and helps me cross the middle console so I sit directly on his lap. Holding his shoulders for stability. It was a tight space, but we both knew we could make do with it. My core brushes against his bulge and he lets out a deep groan, lifting me up the slightest bit so he can undo his belt and pull his pants down at just the right length.

My hands do the work of lifting my dress up and bunching it up by my chest. He moves my panties to the side and slowly lowers me onto his dick. His eyes squeeze shut and mouth opens wide as a long whine leaves my lips and I feel his dick stretching me with his thickness. His large hands continue lowering me, as deep as he can get. Once he strokes that one spot that has my release escalating, we stay there and just savour the feeling. Once I feel the need for more movement I leisurely lift myself up and then fall back down onto him. My clit brushes against his skin and I writhe my hips to gain more friction and pleasure. He helps me by shifting his hips along with mine and we moan simultaneously. 

“You want more?” He breathes out, and when I nod he lifts his hips up and somehow thrusts deeper into me. My head goes into the space between his neck and shoulder and I bite his exposed skin. I expect the sudden action to shock him, and it did, but a pleasurable moan leaves his mouth and I start to cover his skin in love bites. He continues his motions at a gratifying pace and I move my hips along with him, so we both meet at the middle making the escalation of our releases rocket.

The moment was so risky but oh so intimate that we didn’t care if someone caught us. And that was what drove our desire for this more, the risk, the danger. A long whine left my mouth as I came and the tears that pooled in my eyes finally fled. He continues lifting my hips up and down– riding him out of my high and into his. I place more bites and kisses on his neck and his thrusts become sloppier, losing pattern and then he lets out a low groan as he ultimately cums in me.

He doesn’t stop but goes faster, the noise of our motions even louder and I can feel the knot in my stomach tightening at every ram. I feel more sensitive to his touch and I slam down onto him with more force as he brings me to my second climax of the afternoon. He whispers such dirty words to me in such soft voices, one hand leaves my hip and goes to the back of my neck, pulling my head back to watch the tears that left my eyes before guiding my head back to his, and our lips collide. I let out whimpers into his mouth and he groans into mine. 

“Are you gonna, cum?” He asks between thrusts. I can’t manage to find words but noises come out oh so very easily and once again I cum on him. Only seconds later I feel him twitching inside of me and just like the first time he releases into me. I feel so high as his cum fills me up and instead of resting like I thought we would, he opens the door and while he’s still buried deep in me, I wrap my legs around his waist and he walks us out to the front of the car.

My back lands on the bonnet of the car and he pulls out of me. “Fuck look at that, you’re dripping with my cum.” He groans out as he bends down to look at the mess he made. His beautiful lips curl into a grin before his bright eyes become darker and he commands me to turn around, so I listen to his demands and my chest presses against the hot surface of his car.

His big hands open my feeble legs wider and he pushes into me with much vigour. My whole body moves with his, one of his hands moves to my hip and the other grips my hair in a makeshift ponytail. He hadn’t ever shown this much power, force, dominance, and I can say, I enjoy this side of him. The one where he tells me what to do in that one voice, where he wants to wear me out, fill me up.

I feel so sensitive to his touch now, more than I had been before and an endless string of moans emit from my mouth. The hand he placed on my hip now slid up and down my side, splaying out on my abdomen before moving up to hold one of my breasts. His pelvis slamming against the skin of my ass, and sharp breaths leaving his mouth. I whine and wail little begs of please. Not asking for anything specific, not really having a clue what to ask for.

His hand leaves my hair and wraps around my throat. Light enough for me to breathe, but firm enough for me to feel it. His thrusts become messier but still hold the same amount of power and every time he strokes that one spot in me, I know I’m close. “Gonna fill you up again” He murmurs between each ram and at his words and actions I finally release with a loud whine and moan. Not even seconds later I feel him cum in me again.

After a few short thrusts he pulls out and I feel the loss of him before two of his thick fingers fill the empty space. I soon realise why, as he pushes his cum back into me. I moan at his touch and then whine at the loss of it again. That was until he turned my body around and before I gained my stance he pushed me back and shoved his fingers in my mouth.

“Taste me” He whispers and I swirl my tongue around his two fingers, till he slowly drags them out. I watch as he slips them into his mouth, his eyes beam into mine– sultry and tantalising. My legs couldn’t bear to move so when he bent down and spread them apart again, I didn’t do a single thing to stop him, or help him. I did know that I would barely be able to handle more, but oh lust is a strong feeling. And so is his tongue against my swollen clit. He helps my body lay down on the bonnet of the car just like a bed so he can perfectly watch the way I clench my walls and keep his cum deep in me. 

My legs urge to close when he makes contact with my clit again, flicking it up and down while his fingers start pumping in me viciously. “Gonna push my cum deeper in you huh. You like that?” He asks my helpless figure, arms splayed out next to me, head pointed to the sky and eyes shut closed. My involuntary moans and blaring whines are the only sounds beside his harsh thrusts. His name leaves my mouth a countless amount of times people could mistake it for a mantra. “Oh Lando. Please Lando. Fuck…Lando. ” 

The most I had ever said his name, oh his sweet name. So recognisable from others and when he first told me it, it never left my mind. I think of his name with hearts around it, but now, I’ve added fire. 

My back arches at every curl of his fingers and stroke of his tongue. My release only mere seconds away, and he knows as speaks against my clit, telling me to cum in his mouth and cover his tongue. My legs shake and my overstimulated walls flutter around his overactive fingers.

I whine out loud as I release and he sucks on my clit, licking it and trying to gather all of my cum. His fingers don’t stop driving in and out of me that I have to beg him to stop. And when he finally does I watch his head lift up and a boyish grin mixed with a smirk dances on his face. He opens his mouth and shows me the last of my cum sitting on his tongue before he closes his mouth to swallow it.

His hands come beside me as he stands up just to lean back down on my body and give me a soft kiss. Once he pulls away he slips in two of his fingers in my mouth which makes me whine but I comply as I suck on his fingers not failing to get a groan from him. Very slowly he slides his fingers out then starts placing small kisses all over my face. Wrapping his arms around my body and digging his head into the crook of my neck to land more kisses on my skin. It makes me giggle and I wrap my arms around him too, pulling him closer to me than before. We lay on the bonnet of his car until the sun sunk in the sky, full of laughter and love. 

✭

“That’s my top five favourite times with you” He gives me a delicate smile and grabs my hands in his. “Lando, that’s four.”

“Oh…you're right” I can see the gears turning in his head as he mentally counts all of the moments he had talked about.

“Sorry but you’ve got to think of another one, unless I’m that boring.”

“Ok then, the last time is now.” He says with much certainty and confidence. 

“Why now…?” I question.

“Because of this” I watch as one of his hands reaches into his pocket and he pulls out a small box. My mouth slowly gapes open and my eyes pool with tears as he opens the box precisely and then my eyes land on the ring. I look back at Landos beautiful tanned face, eyes vibrant and adoring. They gleam with unshed tears too, and he nods at me. Letting me know this is real and he wants me, forever and always, through richer and poorer, thick and thin, till death do us part. Yes becomes the only word that leaves my mouth and I don’t stop saying it even after he put the ring on my finger and I leapt into his arms. Sitting in his lap, surrounded by his devotion and love. I remember his face from that room, the one where we made eye contact for moments, moments that I had only hoped would never end. But then someone walked in and we both still managed to see each other again. And oh how lucky we are.

Last Christmas ✭ Lando Norris

Summary: Christmas couldn't be finished without a special present from Lando, maybe more than one.

Warnings: Masterbating, voyeurism, thigh riding, face riding, usage of toys, bondage, unprotected sex and creampie.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: This took a little while longer than expected, but I hope you enjoy it just like me and Lando did last night.

Lando walks back into the room with a medium sized box between his large hands. I shake my head in unbelief as he brings me what seems like the 100th present of the night. 

“I swear, this is the last one. The best.” A smirk on his gorgeous tan face as he places the box on my lap. I observe it, trying to guess what he could’ve kept in here but then easily give up and untie the delicate bow. The lid is removed right after and my eyes are met with a dildo, vibrator and flimsy but such beautiful lingerie. I squeeze my legs together as it reminds me of last Christmas, our first Christmas together. Lando had gifted me long pieces of silk, which ended in me tied up and helpless while Lando used me however he liked. 

My eyes revert back to Lando when he speaks. “I want you to use it.” 

“When you’re not here?” I ask so innocently, imagining sending him the videos of me utilising these toys. 

“No, now.” A spark in his deep eyes as he silently ushers me to slide my clothes off. I slowly remove the box off my lap and stand in front of him, taking my clothes off leisurely in the way he had always enjoyed me to do. Lando’s eyes glide all over my body as they make contact with his favourite piece of lingerie that I own. 

His calloused hands reach out to me and pull me on his lap by my hips. He doesn’t kiss me, but eyes move around my face. They move from each of my eyes to my mouth, and his warm breath touches my face as it leaves the gap between his parted lips. 

Inevitably I lean in, trying to close the centimetres between us. “Not yet, let me watch you.” He says against my skin and I have to hold back from disobeying his wishes, just for that little contact. But another need for contact grows, and that contact is between my legs. He quickly tilts his head up, chin pointing toward the blank space on the carpet next to the fireplace and christmas tree.

“Show me what you would do if I wasn’t here.” Lando hands the dildo to me and I get up to stay situated on the floor in front of him. My legs widen and his pigmented eyes lock onto my dripping core. The little bite of his lips force me to clench around nothing before he nods and I run the dildo through my folds.

My lips parted and deep breaths left my mouth as I tease my clit with the dildo before slipping it inside of me slowly. I adapt to the size, not as thick as Lando, and certainly doesn’t feel like him, but it helps ease the need between my legs for now. 

My eyes shut close as I started harshly pumping it inside of me. “Open your eyes.” He commands me as his legs are spread and he leans back on the sofa. I find his gaze as he watches me intently, moving from my face then down my body and to the place that holds all the action.

The room silent apart from hushed moans and wet sounds. Deep groans are kept in Lando’s throat as mine are let out involuntarily. I raise my hips and force the dildo to go deeper just to tip me off the edge. My arm grows tired but the look on Lando’s face keeps me ravenous for more.

I curse his name multiple times, eyes struggling to stay entangled with his and he tells me he knows by the curl of his lip. My stomach flew at his little smirk, and it was all I needed for my climax to nudge me. I don’t stop thrusting as I release even after it washes over me. 

“Get up.” The first words I hear leave his mouth after minutes. I slide the dildo out of me, feeling empty and in need of something to fill it soon. I stand up and make my way to Lando, my arousal stuck between each of my thighs, and slowly reaching lower. 

My waist is pulled into him, and I land on one of his thighs. My slick immediately covers his pants and the fabric of his pants brushes against my clit harshly. A quick moan fleeing my mouth before he captures me in a kiss. Hands gripping me tightly, and lace probably making indents in my skin.

I grind against his thigh as the feeling is now a drug to me. Our lips seem like magnets that can’t have any second away from each other. My fingers pull against the curls on his head as we exchange moans. My swollen clit so sensitive that the feeling of his pants against me brings my climax back up.

My knee strokes the bulge in his pants and Lando bites my lip. Each feeling making us so vulnerable. I cum in those short seconds and suddenly my body is being lifted. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he holds me as he walks us to the bedroom. 

My body is thrown onto the bed and I watch as Lando slips his blazer off. “Fuck, you came on my pants from riding my thigh.” He licks his lips before biting them slowly. “I want you to ride my face.” Lando strides toward me, full of purpose. I stay where I am, leaning on my elbows and my legs slightly parted near the end of the bed. His large hands grab my legs and pull me toward him before they grip the lace of my lingerie and he rips it off of my body.

“I’ll buy you another. Fuck I’ll buy as many as you want.” A moan leaves my mouth at his words. He crawls onto the bed and rests his head on a pillow before I leisurely crawl up his body and hover just above his thick neck. I look down at him, eyes silently commanding me to make another move and let it be one where his tongue can touch my pussy. 

His hands hold my ass as mine grip the headboard when I slowly inch closer to his face. Lando pulls me down onto him and I whine at the first stroke of his tongue against and through my folds. He guides my hips to move along with his mouth and when his lips wrap around my clit my fingers go into his perfect curls. I continue riding his face, certain my arousal covers his skin.

The little glimpse I got of his face was enough to make me feel more comfortable and my muscles lose tension. Lando mumbles words against me which sends a vibration on my core and tingles throughout my body. 

I let his fingers dig into my skin and help move my body around. Each movement he makes adds onto the friction and escalation to my climax. He buried his tongue inside of me and curled it multiple times. Involuntarily making my hips writhe. 

And just like we had both expected, I cum onto his face for the first time this intriguing night. I flop onto the duvet beside me, out of breath and most definitely tired. My pussy is most definitely swollen and I probably can’t take anymore, but with Lando, I know there’s more and he’ll make me handle it.

The weight of his body leaves the bed but I don’t question it as my eyes don’t stop fluttering. His footsteps leave then come back and when my eyes open I see him standing beside me. “You tasted so good, but time for something else.” He lifts four silk ribbons in front of my eyes and I know exactly what my next moves are. I stretch out each of my limbs, letting them get tied to the bed and making me feel a sense of vulnerability. 

The light sound of buzzing fills my ears and when I strain my neck to catch a glance at the man who holds all control, a relatively small vibrator is in his hands. I had already felt so much this one night that I can feel it even when it doesn’t make contact with me. The contact wasn’t firm, and I couldn’t handle his teasing which results in begs leaving my mouth. 

“Please Lando. I need to feel it. I-I can see how close it is and-” My words are cut off when the vibrator is pushed roughly against my clit. Loud moans and whines leave my mouth and my eyes shut close at the feeling. The feeling is soon gone when he lets go of the vibrator and it lays between my legs, but not touching any of them.

I can hear and feel it against the duvet before I’m distracted with Lando now tying a piece of that silk ribbon across my eyes. “I don’t want you to see how close it is, I want you to feel it.” The sentence leaves his mouth smoothly. 

All of my other senses now heightened and my hearing now is the only thing still keeping me sane as I lose contact with him. The light sound of his belt travels to my ears before it’s covered by a buzz of the vibrator. 

I wait and the anticipation grows. The weight of Lando on the lower half of the bed splits my attention and instead of feeling the vibrator against my folds it’s the tip of his dick. My breath hitches and Lando doesn’t take his time as he thrusts into me.

Not stopping so I can get used to his size, but making sure it happens while he stretches me during every ram. I have no control of my body at this moment, but I don’t see it as a problem. Lando lifts my hips and my g-spot becomes an easier target for him to hit. Doing more than just stroking it with every drive into me. My mind remembers every little nanometre of him while he ruins me with his dick. Hands balling into fists, but only wishing to be in his hair. 

I wish to see the little grin on his face, but the blindfold steals that privilege from me, but it gives me the one of feeling him even better. I take notice of his movements more prominently as it’s the only thing that can help me predict what will happen next. 

His skin brushes along my oversensitive clit and it brings my climax right in front of me. I allow my body to go limp in his arms as he uses me like an object. My climax comes faster than expected when I clench around his dick and make him groan in such an unholy way. The wet noises of Lando riding my high out to get him to his was more than music to my ears. But when he finally came, he made sure it wasn’t the same as others. 

I feel his cum fill me, not leaving a place untouched. Lando pulls out and his tongue circles around my nipple while his other hand teases my other, soon swapping to evenly spread the sensation. His cum seeps out of me and slowly starts to cover the duvet. I can’t help but feel aroused at the thought of him filling me up so much that it drips out of my ruined pussy. 

“This was better than last christmas huh?” Lando mumbles against my lips as he finally takes my blindfold off. I get to be welcomed by his eyes and I don’t manage to look anywhere else for moments too long. Moments I was glad were used on him.

Masquerade ✭ Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri

Summary: A night at a masquerade ball ended much better than you had ever dreamed of. Starting with two men and one you.

Warnings: Fingering, Oral (Male receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, anal, creampies, degrading praise (good little slut), slapping, if I have missed anymore let me know.

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Here is some highly anticipated papaya boys smut. I need Lando and Oscar to wear suits and take photos together as well as wearing masquerade ball masks so I can have the perfect header. This was based off of a request and I really hope this reaches expectations.

I walk into the ballroom, everyone's faces covered by masks. People linger around the bar and tables are scattered all around, the middle holds an orchestra and few couples dancing. My eyes search the room for anyone that I might recognise, but there wasn’t much luck.

I walk around the room, staying in the outer circle surrounding the dance floor. And then from across the room I meet eyes with a curly haired man and then with another man next to him. I had only just realised they had been doing the same as me, stalking around the room, observing everyone else.

But the difference between me and them was I was alone at the moment. The curly haired man gave me a smirk and the one next to him let out a chuckle. I wish I could see behind their masks, I just knew they were beautiful. Then their lips started moving, they spoke to each other but eyes never left me.

I questioned what they were talking about, I presumed me, but what about me? I’m glad I had a mask veiling my face or they would note my anxiety, so I forced my lips to curl and I surveyed the confidence in both men. They exchange their last words and then start walking in opposite ways, their confident strides show purpose and I know they have a plan to reach me. So while both of them are out of view, behind and between people, I make my way further back, getting buried by fellow guests. Finding a good sized area, that is scarcely hidden but still open to guests, I lean against the wall and wait for whichever one has more determination to reach me first.

“You moved.” I look up to the voice, his accent is different, australian and oh, I never knew I would go internally feral from a man's voice but here I am. “I figured you guys wouldn’t prefer the crowd.” I watch his mouth move into a smile and he emits the most beautiful chuckles. He takes a few steps closer to me. “Yeah, you’re right” The Australian's hand rests on the exposed skin of my thigh. His warm hand caresses my leg and the other leans on the wall behind me. His fingers travel further than the slit in my dress, sliding on my inner thigh then the outer, his eyes stuck on my face, watching every twitch and meticulously listening to every sound I make. 

“You started without me?” A voice speaks, and then the Australian man smirks and slowly pushes his body off mine to turn around and look at his friend. “Well you can’t expect me to just stand and watch her.” I attempt to hide my smile as I watch the two men converse and then they both turn my way. “Something funny?” The curly haired man asks, and finally I see the colour of his eyes, a mix of specks of blue and green.

“Oh no, you guys can carry on.” I wave them off, and then both of them start walking closer to me, concealing the crowd from my vision. 

“I’ll finish what Oscar started.” The blue eyed man purrs and his hand sneaks around my waist. I lean into his warm touch with an arched back, forcing myself into his crisp suit.

“Was his hand here?” He places his hand between the slit of my dress, I take a sharp breath and look over his shoulder at Oscar, he just nods his head and I fall into the touch of his friend. “Was it?” He asks me again and I nod my head, unable to find the solitary word to answer. He continues exploring the part of my exposed thigh before his hand slides into the middle, stroking my inner thigh and the tips of his fingers so close to my core.

The indigent feeling inside of me heightens and then his fingers start tickling the fabric of my thongs. I shudder from surprise but then move my hips closer to the feeling of his fingers. I look at the man whose substantial hands could ruin me by themselves and he gives me a charming smirk. “Do you think you can be quiet for me? And don’t worry, they won’t see you. Oscar’s here.” I nod again, giving him a little “a huh” and then his fingers finally make contact with the part of me I had only silently begged to be touched.

“You’re pretty wet for me huh?” He pushes his firm fingers underneath the thin fabric of my thongs and drags his calloused but delicate fingers through my desperate folds. 

My breath hitches and head inclines onto the wall. A large hand cups my cheek and turns my head so my eyes are locked with Oscars as he captures my lips in a kiss. I moan into Oscar's mouth as the other brunette curls his fingers inside of me.

“Be quiet for us now and then we’ll let you be as loud as you like.” He whispers against my ear making me clench around his thick fingers. This whole situation helps my climax arise. Two men using me, I only know one of their names and all our faces are covered by masks. 

Curses leave both of the men's lips and as another finger is added into me I feel my release creeping up on me. My eyes flick to each of the men and I can’t hold back a moan at both of their features. Each of their eyes ravenous and it makes my stomach do backflips.

One with an ocean and forest of colours. The other consists of my favourite chocolate and leather bag. My eyes shut tight as my climax reaches me and I force the moans down. Trying my best to keep the attention away from us. But when Oscar's fingers weave into my hair and pull my lips to his I can finally let the filthy sounds leave my mouth. 

Not long after I feel the loss of his fingers and I watch as Oscar clasps his lips around them. Oscar doesn’t lose eye contact with me as he sucks on the other man's fingers, tasting me. 

“Fuck Lando, she tastes good.” The Australian groans. “But I need more.” Suddenly I’m being pulled by the hand, I manage to catch all of my steps and follow as Oscar leads me out of the main ballroom, Lando not far behind. 

I didn’t have time to observe the room before Oscar commanded me to get on all fours. My dress being pulled up so the bottom half of my body is exposed and on display. I hear the door one more time and a “fuck” leaves Landos mouth before he circles my body and stands in front of me. My head tilts to look up at the Brit and a grin is on his face.

The cold air of the room is replaced by the warmth of Oscar’s hand on my ass. He makes my thongs disappear and the silence of the room is filled by the sound of his pants. I don’t have enough time to compose myself for his next moves so when I feel his dick slam inside of me I nearly collapse on the floor. His hands grip my hips so tightly I’m sure it’ll create bruises. My mouth is agape and my whole body moves at each of his rams. In front of me Lando starts to peel off his clothes, everything except his shirt and mask. My walls flutter as my eyes make contact with Landos thick cock. I see the vein that runs along his shaft and wish to trace it with my fingers. 

Oscar’s thrust never loses power and I just imagine what this whole situation will look like from his view. How his dick would look as he completely ruins me. How it looks as Lando thrusts his dick into my mouth. 

The momentum of Oscar ramming into me forces Lando’s dick to immediately hit the back of my throat. I don’t realise that my climax has come to me a second time this night until an involuntary whine leaves my mouth and words finally leave Oscar’s mouth. 

“Fuck, such a good little slut coming all over my dick and taking Lando too.”

I expect him to stop driving into me with so much force, but the change never comes. Both of the men ruthlessly thrust into me, and I hold no control over my body. 

A harsh slap lands on my ass and I can’t help but whine full of pleasure. That whine brings vibrations throughout all of Lando’s dick and he curses repeatedly before releasing in my mouth. 

He pulls out to see his cum covering my tongue and the inside of my mouth making him groan and his dick is still as hard as it was when he first shoved it into my mouth. “Swallow, I want you to swallow every little drop of my cum like the good slut we know you are. Right Oscar?” 

Another slap against the skin of my ass is the reply he gives to Lando and me. And being the good little slut I am, I do exactly what Lando asks of me. I swallow all of his cum and then open my mouth to show him how well I followed his instructions. “Fuck Oscar, I wanna be inside of her.” Lando nearly pleads and the grunt that emits from Oscar was a reply and an indication that he’s reaching his climax. I clenched around Oscar’s dick and it was all he needed to ultimately release inside of me.

Filling me up with his cum and barely riding his high out with a couple harsh thrusts before pulling out. I don’t hear his quiet steps until he stands in front of me, his dick covered in my arousal and his own cum. Both of his hands grip my arms, lifting my body up to kneel below him. He doesn’t have to tell me what he wants as my lips wrap around his dick. I can’t hold back my moans and Oscar cuts them off with a quick but strong thrust. 

“Fuck. Oscar, you really filled her up. But it’s my turn now.” Lando’s words help me acknowledge the feeling of Oscar’s cum slowly dripping down my leg. I clean up his dick, but not without whines and moans. Once I’m done he lifts my body up and the spot on the floor where I just knelt is now sat with Lando. “Come here pretty girl. You’re gonna ride me.” I knew my body couldn’t handle it, but oh I couldn’t stop myself from going to him. 

I hold onto his toned chest as I lower onto his dick, taking into consideration his thickness and the stretch accompanied by a little sting. His large hands hold my hips in the same spot that Oscar had gripped them earlier and I look down at him with watery eyes. 

I make sure to go as low as I can, so I can feel Lando even deeper. My clit rubs against his skin and the friction is now an unforgettable sensation. 

I gained some more contact, but not from Lando this time. I feel Oscar’s hands help lift my body, but not lead me off Lando. I let him move me and he whispers in my ear. “Do you think you can take me too?” Just the thought makes me moan and clench around Lando. “Y-yes.” I breathe out and it doesn’t take long until I feel the tip of Oscar's dick press against my hole.

I have to stop moving and I hold my breath as he slowly inches inside of me. I managed to handle the pain, although the sting was far from little. But the loud groan that escaped his mouth helped convince me the pain was worth it. When I grow more comfortable with the feeling I start riding Lando again. My position had our lips so close to each other and all Lando did was sit up a little bit to close the gap.

The kiss was soft and it soon turned rough, we bit each other's lips and hungrily went in for more, never getting enough. I knew his body more than any other part of him and when his dick started twitching inside of me I knew I would get filled up again. The quieted grunts from Oscar told me he was seconds away from releasing and so was I. The grind of my hips against Lando and little thrust from Oscar was the last push that had us all coming simultaneously. 

My head was clouded and I couldn't focus on just one feeling. We all let filthy sounds leave our mouths and my fingers dug into Lando’s tan skin as I came. Oscar pulled out of me seconds after he came and instantaneously I could feel his cum dripping out of me. 

A little while later I got off of Lando, with the help of Oscar and all I could do was lay helpless beside his body. Only then did I get a perfect look of both men without their masks on and I had thought my eyes deceived me. Such gorgeous men and I wondered how I could’ve landed so lucky to have both of them deep inside of me. Each memory makes the fire ignite inside of me once again, but I’ll leave it for the next time. And I’ll hope it’s these two once again.

Now ✭ Lando Norris

Summary: The ache between your legs was so strong seeing Lando hold control in the DJ booth at the club. But holding control of Lando also made your pussy drenched. Luckily Lando had a need for you too, and you both planned on conquering those needs.

Warnings: Oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, degrading name (slut), dom and sub Lando as well as dom and sub reader. Wrists get tied together, if that counts as bondage? And some teasing.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: What is a plot? I only know about porn, so yes this is porn without a plot. And this did take a little longer then expected but I hope it's still good!

Landos hand grips mine as he pulls me through the drunken crowd. The heat from the room and bodies surrounding me still doesn’t manage to disguise the fire between my legs and that throbbing need for it to be distinguished. 

I allow him to drag me into the VIP bathroom, secluded from everyone else. I get a glance of the clean and relatively big room before I’m taken aback by Lando sucking and biting against the skin of my neck and shoulder. Soon bringing his head back up to collide our eager lips together. 

My leg lifts and gets pulled flush against his body, allowing me to rub against his bulge. A deep groan leaves his mouth and it spreads into mine. His large hand finds comfort around my neck, squeezing it just enough for me to breathe but keep me pinned to the wall. His other hand starts pulling down the thin straps of my frail dress, releasing my breasts. 

My nipples peaked at my arousal and the cool of the room before Lando occupied them with the sensation of his tongue. Moving around and against it, forcing my head to incline toward the ceiling and back to arch.

I can’t help but try and indicate that I need Lando between my thighs, pushing up against him with my hips and never accepting defeat when he tightens his grip on my neck.

My eyes are heavy lidded as I watch his tongue slide down my cleavage and then back up to tease me with kisses along my collarbone and breasts. My hands slide up and down his back, soon gliding toward the bulge in his pants to press against it. I gain a whimper from him in advance of his hands now pushing me toward the ground from the caressing I received earlier. 

He doesn’t have to tell me what he wants as he starts pulling his pants down to his knees and releases his dick. 

“Come on, suck my cock like the slut you are.” He jerks his hips forward and instantly I grab him in my hands, inching it closer to my lips in advance of teasing his tip with my tongue.

Looking up at Lando as he stares down at me with blown pupils and ravenous eyes. Groaning, but he has too much pride to beg for my mouth to wrap around his dick so he forces it with his large hands. Intertwining his thick fingers between the locks of my hair and pushing my head down his dick. Instantly making me gag and tears to rim my eyes. 

Each of my hands held his thighs as Lando thrust into my mouth ruthlessly. Never giving me a chance to gain composure. My mouth strains at his size, always pushing me to my limit whether it’s in my mouth or ass. Hitting the back of my throat constantly, pouring moans out of both our mouths.

I soon get used to each rough ram, and my hand lifts to start massaging his balls. Knowing all too well what it does to him. A string of moans leave his mouth sounding just like music to my ears making me moan and send vibrations through his cock.

The tears in my eyes, now sliding down my face. Lando’s dick starts twitching in my mouth and it doesn’t take him long to release. Shooting his cum into my mouth and allowing it to hit the back of my throat. He tells me to swallow it immediately, and I obey his command, shortly showing him my mouth that's clear of his cum. 

I help myself stand up and Lando pulls me in for a kiss, giving him the opportunity to taste himself. Each of my hands become gripped by his and when the kiss breaks I watch him tie each of them together with the belt he wore earlier this night. 

Lando raises both my arms above my head before lowering onto his knees, kneeling down in front of me. With rough hands my dress is forced off of my body in advance to my legs being spread apart. 

“Fuck, you’re dripping aren’t you?” I can only whimper, knowing well that I’m as wet as an ocean. I can’t hold back when his finger lightly glides through my folds, pressing against my clit for a second before he pulls away.

I whine at the sudden loss of his touch. Having an even more urgent need for him, I lower my arms that are still bound together and I try to force his head toward my body. “Arms back up.” He looks up at me with dark eyes. I do as he says and once I finish following his orders one of my legs is now hanging over his shoulder. Lando’s cold breath caresses my core and my pussy flutters as another whine leaves my mouth. 

I gain a feather of a touch from the tip of his tongue, the struggle of keeping my arms up even harder. The teasing seemed endless to me until he made his licks more firm and consistent. Sliding through my folds and dipping inside of me. Sucking on my clit and flicking it with his tongue. 

My hips naturally push forward and oblige Lando to get deeper, as well as using his heart lips to add another sensation. His hands always occupied as they keep a strong grip on my ass and thighs. Soon lifting my other leg to drape over his shoulder, now my whole body relying on him and his mouth that keeps me flush against this wall. 

I hear the music shooting throughout the club, making the walls lightly shake and hide the loud unholy sounds that leave this room. 

My mind is suddenly pulled back into this moment and feeling as Lando inserts one of his thick fingers inside of me. He pumps it viciously and quickly adds another. Tongue still toying with my swallowed clit.

My mind is blank, covered by a haze and no words appear but moans come easily. I can never get enough of the pleasure he bestows upon me and that’s when I feel my climax urging to release. And with the sensual curl of his fingers and work of his tongue I manage to cum in bare milliseconds. 

I remove one of my legs off of his shoulder and wait for him to try and clean me dry with his tongue. He fails just like I’d expected as just his state between my legs makes me aroused. 

My arms lower and I allow him to take the belt off, all while he kneels in front of me. Once my hands are free I take the belt and push both of his arms together, making the job easy for me when I start to bind his wrists together. 

He gives me a questioning look, but still allows me to carry on. I choose not to answer but instead help him lay back on the floor of the spacious bathroom. I can’t help but admire his beauty as he lays on the ground vulnerable.

Doe eyes on display along with tousled hair. I stand over his body before lowering to squat over his erect dick. My hands lifted his above his head and I then splayed my palms across his chest, dress shirt now unbuttoned. I adjust my body in a comfortable position before I sink onto his dick. 

Lando shuts his eyes and hands come back down to make contact with my sweat trickled skin. 

“Arms back up.” The command leaves my mouth easily, mirroring his words and the exact way he said them to me. Surprisingly, he obeys me instantaneously. Lifting his arms back up, not without a whine overflowed with pleasure and need.

“You like that, huh?” I tease him, rolling my hips and making another moan leave his mouth involuntarily. He nods his head, eyes still screwed shut.

“Answer with your words, and look at me.” Just like last time, he listens to me. His rainforest of eyes open and look directly in mine as he answers a quick “yes”.

I acknowledge his answer by moving up and down his dick once again, grinding my hips on the way down just how he likes. It helps me get used to his size, still feeling the stretch even after however long he’s been fucking me in more ways then I can count. 

I find a good pace, trying to get as low as I can and make him push against my g-spot endlessly. Leaning down and adorning his tan skin with a contrast of love bites. I mark him in the same places he did to me. Never getting bored of his moans and whimpers, but growing a bigger obsession instead.

I speed up the tempo, and one of my hands slips between my two legs, giving me the little push it needs to bring me closer to my climax. I feel the movement of Lando’s cock inside of me as he releases. The sound of his voice and feeling of his cum shooting inside of me brings myself to another climax. Cumming all over his dick and riding both of our highs out. 

I soon bring myself to a stop, Lando still buried deep in me. 

“Can you undo this now?” He brings his wrists in front of my face, eyes pleading.

“No, I like you like this.”

Stream ✭ Lando Norris

Summary: Lando had left you to stream Fortnite, and a hint of jealously sparked inside of you. But the thought of making him regret that choice, for now and the future, held a more prominent standing.

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving). I think that's all, surprisingly.

Word Count: 0.8k

A/N: Based off of this! I hope you guys enjoy it!!

Lando’s voice becomes the only thing breaking the tranquillity throughout the house as he turns on his stream. Saying hi to the chat and explaining his small plan of playing fortnite after he claimed to never dare to touch that game.

Which also has the smallest sense of jealousy to enter me. The fact he left me for the game, but he should know I like getting things I want and right now the thing I want is him. And I’ll be sure to get him, even if it means risking a lot. 

I take quiet steps into the room, making sure I wasn’t seen by the camera or him just yet. Admiring his features and how gorgeous he looked right now. But then I think about what could’ve happened if he didn’t leave me to stream. How he would’ve been deep inside of me, both our moans filling the house.

Lando finally notices me standing on the side, giving me a questioning look as I reply with an innocent glance to his lips followed by a sultry smirk. I place one finger over my lips, teasing him to be silent. Then I slowly make my way to the ground. Going on all fours I crawl toward his body, finding comfort between his two legs and beneath the desk. 

I watch him fight to keep his eyes on his game and act normal as I lightly brush my hand across his upcoming bulge. Forcing the band of his pants down, underwear too and letting his dick out. I let my breath graze it and watch the precum that occupies his tip. He’s fully erect and the little movement of Lando’s hips tells me he needs some contact. Holding the base of his dick I tease him. Leaving kisses along his shaft and smiling to myself when I hear him try to suppress a moan. 

My tongue circles around his tip, making the contact light, not firm so he knows there’s more, but also that I don’t plan on just giving it to him. His hips writhe in his seat, telling chat that he needs to adjust his seating. As he moves his thick cock does more than brush against my mouth, making it so hard for me to ignore.

While he whimpers I lick a stripe up the backside of his dick. An involuntary groan cuts into his whimper and I squeeze my thighs together. Heat growing stronger in the pit of my stomach at each second that he makes another noise or juts his hips eager for more. 

Once he controls his breathing I find it no better time to finally take him in my mouth. Licking over the tip and then lowering my head onto his cock.

An impulsive moan escapes his mouth and his hand instantly comes to cup the back of my head and push me lower onto his dick, keeping me in place while he hits the back of my throat. In response to that I let out a muffled moan, making the same noise leave Landos lips as he bites on his hand. 

Soon going back to playing Fortnite and ignoring the chat as I start bobbing my head up and down at a quick pace. Whimpers and moans pouring out of his mouth. I take a second to look at him as he bites his bottom lip so hard I’d think it would draw blood.

Moving back down his cock my hands slide under his shirt and slide across his skin, scratching his lower back and then gripping his thighs. My mind was clouded as my cheeks were hollowed out and I made certain that my lips were wrapped around him.

I don’t keep a consistent pace, going slow then getting the reaction of his hips forcing his dick down my throat or when I’d go fast he’d try to control me with his hand. Both ways generating pornographic sounds. 

He fails to ignore his chat, all asking the same questions.

“Who is making him moan like that????!!!” 

“What is happening?”

“Does he know we know?”

I hear Lando curse under his breath before he says the quickest goodbye to everyone watching and turns his stream off in seconds. Once the cameras off he creates a makeshift ponytail with my hair and he roughly starts controlling my head down his length. Making the tears ultimately leave my eyes and my moans whines become short and hushed by his cock. 

“Fuuuuuck” He starts cursing as his dick spasms, just moments before he spills in my mouth. Arms flexed beside while his hands hold the back of his head that’s tilted toward the ceiling. Lando bites his lip before looking down at me, finding my eyes already on him. My mascara clearly not waterproof and lips swollen.

“I don’t expect you to leave me for a stream again.” I state, clear and straightforward in advance to silently standing up and slowly striding away from him. I smirk to myself, proud and certain of the thoughts running through his head. Too caught up in my thoughts that I don’t hear the sound of his weight leaving his chair.

Large hands grip my waist and I feel the warmth of Lando’s body against the back of mine. 

“Remember who you’re talking to or I’ll fuck the words out of your mouth.”

Touch me ✭ Lando Norris and Ollie Bearman

Summary: After many times of asking you finally said yes to Lando, but with one catch. The innocent virgin Oliver Bearman would be there too.

Warnings: Threesome, oral (female and male receiving), fingering, voyeurism, unprotected sex, a bit of corruption kink,

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Based off of this request. I need to thank the love of my life @mrsevansxstanxobrien for saving me once again. I recommend listening to a little death by the neighbourhood just because it was on loop while I wrote this and I'm obsessed with it. And @oconswrld, @mangotaitai, @teamnovalak. Hope you like it!!

I look down at my paper, a few more questions left for the young brit. He gives me a smile, pink cheeks and so innocent, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. 

“Don’t worry we’re nearly finished.” I smile back at him, watching as his eyes flicker away then come back. 

“How we doing?” The familiar voice of Lando Norris appears. He wraps his arm around Ollie’s shoulder and the grin on both of their faces makes me blush. Lando whispers to Ollie, making him turn to Lando with a surprised face.

“You’re looking gorgeous today, just like always.” Lando smirks at me, always having something to say in hopes of me swooning over him, and maybe I do, but he won’t know.

“Ollie thinks so too. Don’t you?” He breaks Ollie’s silence, skin turning red and stuttering over words. 

“No, I mean yes I think you’re really pretty but I-”

“It’s fine Ollie. But thanks anyways.” I wave him off with a chuckle leaving my lips. “Do we want to continue?”

“Of course.” Lando answers for Ollie, winking at me and unintentionally having me forget everything on my mind. I look back down at my notes, gaining my next words and finishing the interview quicker than I expected. Just as I start packing my things up to leave, I get called by Lando. I can’t say I was surprised, all of our interviews ending the same, asking me what my plans were for the night, and why they aren't him. 

“You busy tonight? And you can’t say no because last time you said “next time” and right now is next time.” I’m certain he expected another no from me, but for some reason I feel different, I’m in need of something new. 

“Will Ollie be there?” My eyes glance to Oliver, waiting for Lando and me to finish and a smirk crosses my face.

“Of course.” Lando answers, a smile growing on his face.

“Hilton, room 48, 8:00.” I keep my words short and to the point, trying to keep my emotions hidden by my words.

“Fuck. I see how this is… and I like it.” He turns around and walks to Ollie, the emotions that ran through Oliver's face were unexplainable but enough to make me certain the innocence in his smile would leave after this night.

I counted down the minutes till they would arrive, fixing my hair but making it seem effortless. My pants and blazer changed into a flimsy dress, with my favourite piece of lingerie barely covering my body. I smile to myself through the bathroom mirror, soon hearing a knock on the door and making my way to get it. 

“You’re on time.” I say to both of the men at the door.

“Well you seemed really eager to see us.” Lando says, tilting his head to motion toward Ollie.

“Funny hearing that from you.” I say dryly, giving Ollie a smile and then walking off, leaving them standing at the door watching the way the dress barely covers my ass. My feet leading me to the mini fridge, I bend down with my legs slightly parted and ass out. “Any of you want a drink?”

Both of their attention pulled to me. I chuckle hearing a “fuck” coming from both the brunettes mouths. I gain no reply but heavy footsteps make their way toward me. Just as I’m about to turn my head two hands are already gripping my hips as they brush their bulge against me. “How about you?” I suppress my moan, knowing it would only make Lando crazier, but I want us to take our time with Ollie. When I turn around to face him, his pupils have dilated and need is written all over his face.

Our lips so close they might as well touch, and that’s what I do, close the gap and let our lips collide. Lando takes control immediately, one hand wrapping around my neck and the other at the back of my head. I fell into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his hands exploring my body through the clothing.

But then my mind goes back to Ollie and I have to break our lips apart. I bite my lip looking at Lando, eyes shifting to each of his and then his lips. Observing as he tries to hold himself back. My eyes then go to Ollie standing right beside the bed; I could just push him onto it and make him cum from my mouth. Instead I walk to him and read each of his features. 

“You’re pretty quiet aren’t you? But not for long.” I wink before I lay my hands on his chest and bring my lips to his. I expect him to softly kiss me back but when his hands grip my ass and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, I can’t help but moan. Recognising some of this from Lando and thinking to myself about how Lando mentors him. Would that ever go beyond the track? We separate once we’ve both lost our breath. I admire the way he tries to gain composure, struggling to hide the bulge in his pants and red in his cheeks. 

A stroke of a hand brushes against my ass and then Lando licks a stripe up the side of my neck. An involuntary moan leaves my mouth at the contact and I imagine what it would have looked like from where Ollie stands. My eyes follow Lando as he makes his way to the sofa beside us, sitting down on it with his legs wide apart and he looks at us as if he waits for us to perform for him.

“Get on the bed, and open your legs for me. Wide.” He commands. And just like any other person I didn’t think twice when doing it. Laying on the bed with my legs spread, feeling the cool air against my drenching pussy.

“I want you to make her cum.” Landos words make worry cross Ollie's face. “I’ll help you.” He reassures him watching as Ollie walks closer to my body. The way Ollie lifts my dress and runs his fingers through my folds would’ve convinced me he’s done this a million times. 

He searched my face for permission and my quick nod was all he needed to slip a finger inside of me. My breath hitches instantaneously, letting him know it feels good as he thrusts it in and out of me. 

“You can add another finger in. And once you’re deep, curl your fingers.” Lando assists Ollie, feeling him slide in two of his fingers, and just like Lando said he curls it once he’s deep. 

I react in loud moans and whines of pleasure, helping Ollie gain confidence and take more control. 

“Play with her clit too. It’ll make her legs shake and she’ll be coming on your fingers in seconds.” 

Ollie takes Lando’s advice almost instantly, he uses his thumb to toy with my clit. “You don’t have to be soft, she likes it rough. Make her scream.” Lando’s words not only tell Oliver what to do, but make me clench around his fingers endlessly. I look over Ollie’s shoulder, watching Lando as he palms his bulge through his pants at the sight of us. I feel myself getting closer to my release, from the sensation of Ollie's hand to the view of Lando. 

Ollie follows Lando’s instructions flawlessly, making my legs shake from the way he uses my clit like a toy. Each curse word leaving his mouth, adds onto my first release of the night. My climax barely slips past me as I scream full of pleasure. Coming over Ollie’s fingers that still thrust in and out of me. 

Lando’s eyes are stuck on me as I look up to Ollie. His lip between his teeth and brows furrowed as he observes every emotion and feeling that crosses my face. I grab the back of his neck and pull him to me so he can ease into a kiss. Curling his fingers inside of me and making me moan into his lips. When he breaks the kiss his fingers slip out of me, leaving me to feel empty and in need for it to be filled.

“Taste her, suck on your fingers like it’s her.” Lando manages to say, still palming his rock hard cock through his jeans. 

Ollie nods, lifting his fingers to his mouth to wrap his lips around them. Moaning at the taste. His reaction getting Lando off the sofa and striding toward me.

“Fuck if she’s that good I’m gonna need a taste.”  Lando reaches me and grips my thighs to pull me to the end of the bed. His large hands rip my lingerie, head diving between my thighs immediately. Licking and sucking every nerve that my hands grip the duvet and hips grind against his face. I moan out his name then grab one of Ollie’s hands and place it over my breast.

Capturing his lips with mine, tasting myself,  as he increases each sensation. Lando rams his thick fingers inside of me as his tongue overstimulates my clit. His other hand pressing against my lower abdomen and bringing my climax closer. My mind in a haze, not knowing what to focus on when Ollie’s thumb plays with my nipple as he takes my breath away in a kiss or Lando fucking me with his thick fingers and using my clit as a toy. 

Ultimately I release, coming on Lando’s tongue and whining into Ollie’s mouth. 

When I open my eyes I’m found with Ollie’s dick pushing against his jeans and Lando’s gorgeous face covered in me. He licks his lips, cleaning my cum off his mouth. Lando stands up and the outline of his cock is visible through his pants. 

I look up to Ollie, a desperation in his eyes and I feel so proud of him for holding back for so long. I get up off the bed and tell Ollie to lay down at the head of the bed. Lando stands behind me as I peel off every bit of fabric from my body. 

“You’ve been so good, it’s my turn to please you.” I walk toward Ollie, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling it down his legs, his underwear with it too. His cock springs up in front of my face, already dripping with precum. I spit on my hand, sliding it up and down his shaft, rubbing his precum over his tip with my thumb. 

My legs are open wide, waiting for Lando and he knew exactly what was going through my mind as his hand is holding my hip and his tip is sliding through my folds and teasing my clit. 

I push back against him, showing my demand for his cock inside of me. Instead of waiting for him I draw my attention back to Ollie, holding the bottom of his shaft so I can take him in my mouth. I go down slowly, letting my tongue glide on the underside of his dick. 

My breath hitches and I choke on my breath, failing to go slowly on Ollie when Lando drives his whole length inside of me. A collective of moans filling the room. Breathing through my nose I start controlling myself as I go back down on Ollie. Trying to make this a night neither of them will forget. Lando takes my control as he rams into me and holds the back of my neck, leading my head down Ollie’s length and making it hit the back of my throat. 

Both men filled me with their dick and took all the words from my swollen lips. I hold onto Ollie’s hips to keep me stable and Lando continues ruining my plans. Tears already running down my face and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. Ollie's head is inclined to the ceiling and Landos body covers mine. Pushing my body forward at every thrust. 

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” Lando grits through his teeth, inching toward his climax at the same pace as me. Each of my moans being sent to Ollie’s cock making him whimper and dick start twitching. I make sure to give him more attention, finally letting him release in my mouth. His cum shoots to the back of my throat and I make sure to swallow it all. Looking up at Ollie with glassy eyes, mascara running down my face and a saliva around my mouth. 

Lando’s hands come around my body and cup my breasts, squeezing them and making me release, him spasming and coming right after. Lando rides both of our highs out, his thrusts sloppy and loud. Soon pulling out and leaving me with shaky legs holding onto Ollie’s thighs for some steadiness. 

“Make her cum, but this time use your dick.” Lando already giving Ollie his next command. I decide to help Ollie, lead him this time. I push him down by his chest, now lying against the soft duvet. “I want you to look at me.” Lando’s words pointed to me. I nod, getting on top of Ollie but facing Lando. 

I align my entrance with his dick. “You ready?” I look back at him hearing a “yes” leave his mouth, giving me permission to lower down onto him. A long moan leaving his lips and a whine leaving mine. I make sure to go as deep as I can, once he’s bottomed out I grind my hips. Pointing a finger at Lando and telling him to come here. He does exactly as I ask, crawling up the bed and then fusing our lips together once close enough.

Lando starts guiding my hips, helping me go up and down on Ollie and gaining such filthy sounds from his mouth. I clench around Ollie’s dick, a series of pornographic noises escaping his sweet lips. My hands are intertwined in Lando’s curls as I try to get him as close to me as possible. Now having a fervent need for the man I never thought I ever would. Lando’s hands rise up my body, holding my upper back and toying with my nipples. Ollie now holding my hips and emitting such powerful whimpers. 

He holds me with a tight grip. I'm sure bruises will appear, and if that means I’ll have his mark on me for days, I would even let him dig his fingers in my skin. 

Each grind of my hips brought Ollie closer to his climax and he ultimately released. Coming inside of me the second time tonight. The feeling of his cum inside of me and the euphoric sound that left his mouth was all I needed to tip me off and bring me to another climax. 

“Fuck, not my good little virgin anymore.” I collapse into Lando’s arms, Ollie sitting up, still deep inside of me. “What makes you think I was good? I was silent because I was imagining filling you up when you take my virginity.”

Two is better than one ✭ Lando Norris and Jude Bellingham

Summary: It was hard to suppress your feelings for your best friend since childhood, especially if he's the Lando Norris. But then you met an alluring man who had made you question if you had loved Lando or if this was an act of lust. Soon growing a desire for both men but still questioning what to do. Until they decided to give you the answer- two is better than one.

Warnings: Threesome, masturbation, use of toys (vibrator, dildo, clit sucker), unprotected sex, anal, creampie, rough sex, double penetration, overstimulation, teasing, bondage, blindfold, oral, fingering, not breeding kink but likes to fill the reader up, nipple clamps, degrading name (slut and brat).

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Based off of this request. Ok so maybe the reader has some flaws, but who wouldn't when both Lando Norris and Jude Bellingham exist. Especially when they both want her! Writing this was a pleasure and honour because both my favourite things collide. So thanks anon for requesting this, and I hope you enjoy!!! Also, FOR YOUR LOVE by Måneskin is the song that probably expresses the thoughts going through both men's heads. And it's just a great song in general. And if you waited for long then you would want answers to why this took so long, so in a short answer- I nearly died. But I finished this! So Yay!!! You can enjoy now...

“Lando, hun, good luck and be safe.” I hug him tightly, his scent filling my nose and hypnotising me once again. Forcing the butterflies to come alive in my stomach and memorise the feeling of his large hands enveloping my waist. He doesn’t let go, waiting for me to first, and if I could, I’d never let us part. But right now, he has a race to win and I’m not gonna stop him from that, I never have and never will. 

So it takes strength to part from him, but having Lando after the race is leading my hazy mind. Even if it’s not the touch I want, it’s still him even how hard I wished to suppress that thought or feeling. 

I watch him zip up his race suit, hiding his fireproof that shows me each muscle I’d wish to lay my tongue against. Balaclava now pulled over top his head, and curls hidden underneath the fabric. Lastly he puts his helmet on and fits himself into the car that will certainly give him victory. 

I rush back to the McLaren garage, saying hi to some familiar staff and trying to find a place to sit before lights out. My eyes search for my signature spot, but now occupied by an enigmatic figure. He had an aura that you would find hard to describe with one word. Holding himself with confidence, looking straight forward and not giving a care about who watched. Confidence exuding off him, but not one that reveals too much. Rectangular sunglasses covered his eyes, but his tall figure and crossed arms drew me closer. I didn’t move physically but I tried to search him with my eyes, racking my brain to find out why he made me feel this specific heat in the pit of my stomach. 

“Darling, stop looking at me like that or I’ll have to fuck you right here and record it for your boyfriend.” The sentence left his mouth like it was second nature, so smoothly and at a volume that was only for me to hear. His words made my breath hitch and I stood in shock, my core on fire but I was ready to open my legs. 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Oh even better, you’re only mine.” He takes his sunglasses off, holding it loosely between his fingers as he leans against the wall. Cheeky smirk on his lips.

“Who said I’m yours?” I take steps closer to him, trying to exude the same confidence as him. My heart beating oh so faster at the way his eyes are so intoxicating.

“I did, Darling. Something wrong?”

“You have a lot of audacity.” 

“I’ve got to, or a pretty woman like you wouldn't be talking to me.” I’m certain the blush on my cheeks became a shade darker. Even my skin rising in temperature, it makes me question how I’m still looking at him and not the ground. My mind already hazy as he made me lost for words. I couldn’t speak now, I couldn’t say the wrong thing or this could all crash down. So instead of speaking with words I used my eyes, they flickered to his lips, making mine part once I reverted back up to him. 

“You’re really trying to take up my offer.” He keeps eye contact as he speaks, looking up and down my body once he’s finished.

“Oh you can’t possibly think I’m that easy?”

He inches his face closer to mine, making me think he’ll close the gap between our lips, but instead he goes toward my ear. “So you’re telling me you’re not wet right now. That you don’t want me between your thighs. Or maybe it’s not me, maybe it’s your driver Lando.”

My breath hitches once again and the expression on my face would make you think the words he said were a forbidden curse. A curse that had me rubbing my legs together and thinking of such filthy things.

“Can’t I be wet from both of you? Imagining each thick dick sliding inside and out of me.”

Taking back some dominance, my whisper full of emotion and smoothly leaving my lips. And for the first time it’s as if his character breaks. More colour finding his cheeks, and his smirk faltering. I decide to lean further into him, my lips millimetres from touching his ear. 

“Imagine I'm riding your dick so good squeezing my tight pussy making you moan and whine the shit out of you.” I drag my lips against his ear before biting his earlobe. “All this while Lando is fucking my tight ass. I will be so full-” A moan leaving my mouth and his reaction goes straight to his dick. His large hands try to cover the bulge, somewhat achieving it.

“If you're gonna tease me, you should expect me to make those words true.” Hands coming to my hips to bring me forward, the bottom half of my body now flush against him. Feeling his hard cock press along his pants, and now me. His size, oh I couldn’t imagine. 

“How about I give you something to do when this race is finished?” He whispers to me. His offer so tempting, it would be criminal to say no to. 

“Sweetheart… let me give you something else. If you don’t want it, then you’re not gonna get an alternative.” I wait for him to nod before I continue. “I’m here for 3 more days, that’s the time you have if you want something.” Just as I take my first step away from him he speaks. 

“Give me your number, Darling.” He stretches his arm out, phone held by the tip of his fingers. I take it from him, typing out my number. “Give me your name.” I ask, learning the most basic thing about him last.

“It’s Jude, Darling. Jude Bellingham.” He takes back his phone once I’m done, winking at me before I walk away. Keeping composure and hiding the fluttering feeling in my stomach. 

✭

Lando holding victory after the race was expected, but when he hugged Jude right after me and then spent what felt like hours with him, I could say that was not planned. 

I stood on the side and waited for Lando, usually being the centre of his attention after races, but out of all of them this one had to be different, because of one man. Annoyance grew in me, but not for the anticipated reasons. It was because they both looked so good together, and that one of them knows my desires, while the other knows everything about me except that. The heat that’s now constantly in the pit of my stomach grew. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them, whether my stare from the outside seemed neutral, almost as if I’ve zoned out and they were the lucky view I zoned out from, my feelings inside were far from that. 

Lust wasn’t the only feeling lurking inside of me, a pure liking toward them both danced beside it as well– fondness, but maybe infatuation would be a better suit. 

Jude’s eyes flickered to me as he conversed with Lando, a small grin on his face at the expression I displayed on mine. Now I regret my partial “no” to him. Because I desperately need something between my legs, but for now maybe playing hard to get will be on my side, well once he crumbles and ruins me like he said he would. 

I keep my eyes on both the men as they say their “byes”, Jude walking one way and Lando walking to me. My tight lipped expression turned into a grin as he pulled me into a hug. 

“Don’t think I could forget about you.” Lando says into my hair before pulling away. But he doesn’t really, his hands still on my hips even while his body isn’t pressed against mine.

“Yeah, I know.” I try to force my attention from his hands, but when they fit against me perfectly it’s so hard. 

“I heard you met Jude.” His grin now a tantalising smirk.

“Oh, really?”

“You’re not as innocent as I thought; but if you wanted me, you should’ve just asked, I would’ve given you everything.” I suddenly hear my heartbeat in my ears, skin burning hot and desire pooling in my stomach. Lando speaks as if there's no tomorrow, as if he’s the best thing I’ll ever find– and maybe he is, but that doesn’t mean I’ll show my desperation and succumb to him already. I’ve got Jude, and games to play. 

“Oh hun, you know what else can give me everything? Those toys I use while I think of you.” My words sinful and enthralling, leaving Lando standing there watching me as I walk away. I didn’t know what could’ve possibly run through his head, but I’d only hope he could still give me everything. 

✭

Before arriving back in the hotel I had a detour to one of the shops I’m more fond of. Spending hundreds of dollars on items I may not even use, but there were a few I’d be certain to use on this solitary night. 

Once I closed the door of my room I opened my phone checking every notification as I slowly walked into the bathroom with my bag full of the products I purchased earlier. 

‘Darling, have any plans for tonight?’ The number unknown, but the first word revealing his identity he didn’t even try to hide. My eyes are stuck on my phone–his message– as I turn the bath on, filling it with water as I start undressing. Actions speak louder than words, is what they usually say. But in my case, my action is a photo. 

My nipples hard, and body drained of clothing. I stare at myself through the mirror, blinding myself from every insecurity as I lift my phone up. Capturing a photo of me and not looking at it once before sending it to both men. Immediately I turn my phone off and place it beside the sink. Opening the bag and pulling out the few things that will keep me sane for now- my clit sucker, vibrator and dildo. I look at the large bath, not filled all the way yet, so I put my things on the bath tray while I wait. Checking my phone, I see new messages from both men. 

‘What happened to the toys?’

‘Or do you want my everything now?’ 

Lando’s message cut into two, but he shows the desperation I try to hide. I don’t reply just yet, checking what Jude sent.

‘Darling, you can't just send one and leave. Show me’ 

Both men only make my need for them worse, and the toys that my eyes make contact with encourage it too. 

I ignore the tap still filling the bath as I get in, aching for a touch between my legs. My hand drawn to the vibrator as I grasp it and turn it onto its 4th setting already. I put the camera of my phone on and film myself as I drag the vibrator between my breasts, going beneath the water and becoming invisible to them.

My face being the only thing that describes and expresses what they’d wish to be watching. My legs are parted as I start teasing my clit with the vibrator, going between my folds and forcing even more arousal to coat it before the water cleans it away. I go back to playing with my clit, using it like a toy and already bringing me close to my climax. I imagine both men, laying in their rooms with their cocks between their fists, pumping it as they watch me.

Lando thinking about what my lips would feel like when they wrap around him. Jude falling into the thought of me clenching my walls around him as I ride his dick. But in this reality it’s their own fists making them explode, coming on their hands. Just as I released too for the first time in this long night. Moaning out curse words and such pornographic sounds.

I stop filming and send it to Jude and Lando, the clip answering both of their questions and demands. 

My eyes close once I turn my phone off, relaxing into the feeling of the vibrator handing me orgasm after orgasm, turning the levels up by twos and making me release even faster than the last. Each of my actions wanton as my whines filled the room and I grew addicted to the sensation against my swollen clit.

I stopped counting the times I had released once I passed four. The vibrator now became a familiar feeling, but still as good as the first time it touched me. When I opened my eyes again, the sight of the dildo and clit sucker never looked more appealing. I cursed myself for being so salacious, but it didn’t stop me from swapping my vibrator with them both. The dildo being prioritised as I slide it between my folds, trying to cover the tip in my arousal so it slides in easily. 

I push it in slowly, feeling the burn of the stretch, eliciting a moan from my plump lips. Continuing  to make small thrusts until I can fit it all in. Once it sits in me, I grab the clit sucker, whining just looking at it and wishing it was one of their mouths. I get reminded of both men, wondering how the sensation of a vibrator created a haze over both of the people who owned my mind.

Sweat trickles down my chest as it moves with each of my heavy breaths. My body anticipating the contact against my clit. Once it envelopes my slit I turn it on. Nearly pulling another orgasm from my overused clit. I think about how it would’ve felt if it were Lando or Jude’s lips on me. Bringing me back to them and what their possible replies could’ve been to my video. With my free hand I grab my phone, seeing both their messages being sent half an hour ago. It couldn’t have been that long?

‘Fuck, that’s what I wanted’ 

‘Give me more’

‘Darling, it’s been a while’

‘You want to feel my cock? Forget how to walk?’

Jude’s last message sent from minutes ago. Wanton moans, cries and whines leave my mouth as I release again, adding onto every other climax I’ve had this night. I inch closer to another, certain that that one should’ve been my last. Before I let myself release I go on Lando’s messages, somehow making me reach my climax once I read them. 

‘I know what you’re doing’

‘You’re a slut’ 

‘And I’m gonna treat you like one’

‘Once I get my hands in your pussy, I'm gonna stretch you out. And you're gonna take it like the good girl you should be’

My pussy throbs and eyes flutter reading his message. Tired from each orgasm but my core needs more. Just as I reach my hand down to grab the dildo a loud slam of the hotel door fills the room. My heart pounds and I try to cover myself, feeling even more vulnerable that the bathroom door is wide open. I knew I was helpless and my mind was blank of things to do, but then I caught a glimpse of the two men that just walked in.

Both of them walked straight toward me. “So this is where you’ve been Darling.”

“She’s not a darling. She’s a slut.” Landos eyes roam over me, a depraved smirk on his heart-shaped lips.

“You know what? You’re right.” Jude peers to the bag beside the sink, finding interest in it and pulling out each product. A set of restraints, a blindfold and nipple clamps. Jude looks over to Lando, just for them both to keep their contrast of eyes on me. 

“And now we’re gonna treat you like one.” They both move closer to me, Lando grasping me by my arms and Jude moving the bath tray to pull me up by my thighs. They both lift me and make me sit on the edge of the bath, both men cursing when they see the dildo still deep inside of me and the clit sucker barely holding on. 

“Couldn’t really hold back could ya. If I didn’t know better I’d flip you over and do exactly what I said I would when we first met.” Jude brings his face closer to me, just for his whisper to be toned with harshness. Pulling the dildo out and thrusting it back in. Making me choke on my breath and grab his shoulders for stability.

My action works to his advantage as he lifts me up and throws me onto the bed. “We would usually wait, but you’ve already started without us.” Lando walks out of the bathroom, holding everything I bought today in his large hands. Tossing everything onto the bed beside me, he leaves the box of restraints in his hands, opening it and throwing some to Jude.

I stay in my position on the bed, staring at both of them. 

“Come on slut, don’t act like you don’t know what to do.” Landos eyes ravenous, but his voice rough. It makes it hard for me to believe he was hugging me with love and sunshines just hours ago. But I listen to his words, spreading each of my limbs while they keep the dildo inside of me. As they tie me up they let the thought of my comfort out, making the restraints so tight that I couldn’t even think of moving. 

Once they finish, Lando places a blindfold over my eyes. Covering my vision and turning it to black. My other senses heightened as I waited for their next actions. I shiver at the next touch, one of them putting the nipple clamps on me. My core definitely dripping, and the fact that it’s so exposed makes another wave of arousal go through me.

“I’ve always wanted to taste you.” Landos words leave his mouth like a purr and I feel his hot breath against my pussy. Losing the dildo and clit sucker as Lando pulls them both away without a second thought. 

“And I’ve always wanted to see how your lips would look around my dick.” Jude’s voice comes from beside me. The bed lowers from weight beside my head, until I realise that it’s Jude hovering over me. Legs on either side of my head and his cock so close I was millimetres from tasting it. 

“Open up.” Jude commands and subordinately I open my mouth wide. If he had any intentions to be slow, he forgot them all. Already thrusting his dick inside of my mouth with no mercy. Lando gives me no time to think as he starts abusing my already sensitive pussy with his mouth. Pulling against the ties had no use, and every sound I’d let out would be taken from Jude. 

Lando rammed in his fingers to add along to the work of his tongue. Giving me no chance to control my breathing or even make up my own thoughts. It was shameful that I blatantly enjoyed this. Being controlled by two men as they used my body like a toy. Calling me names that I wouldn’t ever dare another man to say and fucking every thought and word out of my mouth.

The pain mixed with pleasure and pleasure brought me to my release once again. Whining out another moan as I knew my body couldn’t handle it anymore. I attempted to writhe under Jude, but Lando’s hand splayed out on my lower abdomen, trying to stop me as Jude continued fucking my face until his cum covered the inside of my mouth. 

It didn’t take a lot longer until that moment came. Jude exploded in my mouth and coating my tongue, throat and roof of my mouth with his release. 

“Gonna tease us like a brat, you’re gonna get treated like one.” Judes words could only be for me. And if I could have one wish, it would be without this blindfold. To see the man who mesmerised me with his beauty but also made me cry because of his cock– but he’ll never know.

“Swallow.” He demands of me, and just like the first time, I obey his order. Feeling his weight leave the bed beside me.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do Jude? I’ve always wanted to fill her up and watch as my cum drips out of her.”

“Fuck. You know what I’ve always wanted? Is to feel how tight she is through anal.”

I whine out, each word of theirs so tempting but my pussy can’t take anymore. “What was that?” Lando asks me.

“I- no, please.” I struggle to find the right words, choking over myself and hoping they know it’s my end.

“I guess you know what that means Jude.” I follow Lando’s voice as it walks from one side of the room to the other. My heartbeat fills my ears until it eases when I feel my wrists becoming undone from the ties. My ankles are untied next and I don’t do anything, letting them keep dominance over everything. 

I feel Lando’s hands grab me, making me rise onto my knees and I cry out, finally connecting the dots. 

“Oh hun, if you really think you could get away that easily then you’re wrong. So come down and sit on my dick.” And how I wished to refuse, I craved it more. Listening to him as I let his hands guide me down. His dick thicker than I could’ve imagined and it stung more than the dildo, but it was a sting I was happy to get used to. More tears welling up in my eyes, making it a perfect time for Lando to force my blindfold off. 

I couldn’t rely on myself to keep a rhythm so I let Lando lead me. He only made it worse, forcing my clit to rub against him as he pushed me down. By that time, I knew my cries and pleads could never work, so I’d surrendered that, letting the only sounds to escape my lips to be moans and whines. 

My body soon became pressed against Lando’s in favour of Jude. Giving him better access as he very slowly pushed into me. Both of our voices strained as he bottomed out. Tears ran down my face from both men, and I realised how close I was to my climax.

What I had thought of being soft sex, was only a disguise. Once Jude became accustomed to me he started ruining me in a place I hadn’t been before. Lando holding my body and thrusting up into me, making the sound of skin slapping to crowd the room. 

A long moan fleeing my mouth as I released. The knot in my stomach finally exploded and I rested on Lando’s body as I indeed became their toy. Jude’s grip on my hips still growing tighter and Lando’s thrusts still had power but lost pattern. Jude along with Lando spasmed in me, making the clenching of my pussy to let them release one after the other. 

Jude quickly pulled out and released over me and Lando, soon followed by an unholy groan leaving Lando’s mouth as he released in me. Each spurt of his cum filling my helpless pussy just seconds before he pulled out and let me lay on my back. Legs parted and eyes already fluttering closed. Catching a few glimpses of Jude and Lando, achieving a few of the things they’d wanted as I feel Lando’s cum start dripping out of me. 

“Darling, maybe next time don’t start without us. You should get some rest, although I’ve always wanted to fuck someone while they sleep.”

[elkieselkiewrites]

Snippet Sunday 05/01

How about a teaser of the first piece of Burning WIP?

~*~

The Palatine House, a grand, prostrate building, rose out from the low-lying fog as Belin’s hydrofoil sped through the surrounding marshland. It had been a military base once, back when Palatinate-709 had been an Imperial colony, but now, with the Empire in disarray, P-709 had been bought by the Galactic Amalgamated Union of Workers under the Division of Farming and Fisheries. The once-grand fortress, home of the Count Palatine of the South-Western Outer Junction, Cousin of the Empress herself, was now a commune for one of the GAUW division committees.

The House itself stood in stark contrast to the surrounding villages, collections of stout huts on chicken-leg stilts, each with their own small wind turbine to keep the power in check when the winter floodwaters inevitably cut them off from the power grid. It was pastoral and peaceful to Belin’s mind, none of the industrial whining of mine machinery like there had been on M-425C. Not that she didn’t miss her own childhood home terribly; from the blue sodalite sands that shifted, ever-migrating like glacial giants over the horizon, to the tiny, chattering dragon-lizards who hearkened the rising of the second sun. The only sound to be heard here was the rain on the tin and rush rooves, and the hum and pulse of the colossal drainage windmills in the far distance.

Belin’s hydrofoil slowed to a stop, its fins sinking into the marsh outside the main barbican, a gaping, many-toothed maw yawning wide amongst the ramparts and bulwarks of the Palatine Commune walls. She hopped onto the pier, tying the craft to the nearest post and locking it in place. No one would steal it here, but old habits die hard. The courtyard beyond the gate had perhaps been a training ground before, or maybe even an ornamental garden, in as much as anyone could have had a garden on P-709. Now it was a bustling marketplace, filled with ramshackle merchants’ stalls selling everything from hand-woven baskets and clothes to scrap metal and hovercraft parts. Any other day, she would have lingered to browse the wares and perhaps even purchase some shrapnel for her craft, or some bits and pieces to make her room feel more homely. Today, however, she was in a hurry. She had a meeting with the Assistant Secretary in ten ticks, and it would take her at least that to reach his office through the sprawling Palatine House.

The Assistant Secretary of the Division of Farming and Fisheries, Secretary Elid Luec, had been awarded the House as his base of operations after the GAUW had bought the planetoid from the crumbling Imperial roster. He had not been their first choice, young and idealistic, but he had been born and raised on P-709, and knew the terrain and the people better than anyone else. They could have appointed one of the existing Secretaries from the division, but Elid had made a solid speech in front of the Farming and Fisheries Committee, and was a salt-of-the-earth choice that made the GAUW look like a good alternative to the previous Imperial installation.

Belin removed her helmet as she made her way up the stairs into the House, shaking her oar-lopped ears and short vibrissae free from their confines at last. On M-245C she would never have wrapped her ears so tightly, the heat too stifling and the sand too easily stuck in folds and crevices of fabric, but in the dismal drizzle of P-709, there was no other way to stay dry. The guards at the main door greeted her as she passed, and she waved in return, as politely as she could manage in her rush.

The inside of the House had once been grand, with five wings, three long and two short, emanating from the central nodule like rays from a rising sun. The pale stone floors were inlaid with frivolous rivulets of gold and emerald, polished so finely you could all but see yourself in them. The walls were the same fine stone in places, and in others there was plasterwork moulded and painted intricately along the panels and up the grand columns and corbels. The unnecessary decorations had been stripped when the GAUW took over, and though the shape of the vaulted ceilings and colonnaded corridors remained relatively unchanged, they were now simply decorated with monochrome weatherproof coatings, and the occasional Farming and Fisheries wall pennant.

When Belin entered the main GAUW office, the Assistant Secretary was sat behind his desk at the far end of the room, his face half in shadow, the large arched windows panelled over for better heat efficiency now offered little in the way of light through the haze of rain outside. At her approach he glanced up, his weary features softening slightly.

“Belin,” he began, “How were the villagers?”

“Sick.” she replied “It’s not the Rot though, so they won’t have to be quarantined.”

He nodded slowly and sighed, a mix of exhaustion and relief. “That’s something, at least.”

“They’re having trouble with their galbaforms though, which makes harvesting the amylopods and colo roots difficult.”

The Secretary frowned. “What kind of trouble?”

“They’ve had some irregular shell growth in the newest hatchlings. Deformations and malleations.”

“Is it genetic or environmental?”

Belin shrugged. “They can’t tell at this point, but they’ve asked if the GAUW will send some sheets of bio-enamel so that the whole batch won’t have to be culled. If they can forge new shells, the galbaforms might make it to adulthood and they can use them for the dry season harvesting.”

Elid pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation, but nodded. “I’ll see what the General Secretary says. Thank you, Belin, you’re dismissed.”

Belin stood stock still and raised a brow. 

The Secretary paused, looking suddenly but suitably contrite. “Sorry, force of habit. I’ve been hearing similar reports from scouts all day. You are, of course, welcome to leave if you wish, but I did actually have something for you before you go.”

He opened the left hand drawer of his desk and rummaged around a little before extracting a small metal box with the GAUW seal embossed on the lid. He passed it to her with little fanfare, and when she pressed her thumb to the seal, it opened with a small pop.

“I realise I probably should have given this to you when you first moved, but we’ve both been so busy since the wedding.”

Inside the box was a key, an exact copy of the one Elid kept on his belt; long and thin, with an intricate set of notches in the bit that shifted and changed every half a tick.

“This should give you access to all areas of the House. Not even the General Secretary has more access than you now.” He continued with a small smile.

It was a thoughtful gift, and the first one of their fledgeling relationship. The marriage itself was all for convenience, of course. She was the middle child of the General Secretary of the Division of Fuel and Mining. Her elder brother had been married off to some Politician in the Central System, and her younger sibling was too much the baby of the family for her father to ever let them go for anything but love, or particularly dire circumstances. 

Belin, on the other hand, smart as a whip but plain as the day was long, had been installed on P-709 as Secretary Luec’s GAUW-approved spouse. She knew what her job here was. The Outer Junction still held Imperial strongholds, members of the ex-Empire who remained loyal, and for some reason or another, the GAUW believed that Elid might be one of them. So she was sent from her sunny, prosperous homeworld, to the far reaches of the galaxy just to keep an eye on him.

“Thank you, Elid.” She said at last, clipping the key to her own belt. “Will you be joining us for dinner in the mess this evening?”

Elid shook his head. “It’s unlikely. Though I suppose it depends on how the meeting with General Secretary Jad goes. I imagine I will have to negotiate for that bio-enamel.”

“I’ll keep a seat free just in case, then?”

Elid smiled one of his rare, genuine smiles, but turned back to the files on his desk without another word. 

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

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Words: glass, taste, trust, held, cold, bold, fold, mould, ring, time, notice, force and piano. These are from Like Snow on Hungry Graves, The Power and the Glory, and Uneasy Money:

Glass:

Back then Hariye had accepted this explanation without question. He'd spent weeks being insufferably smug because he was more important than his brothers, in fact. Now, after being away from his family for almost a week, he looked back at that and began to wonder. What on earth was so special about him that he was treated like he was made of glass? And for that matter, how had he managed to sneak out unseen? It had seemed like extraordinary luck at the time but now made him wonder if his servants had just plain been sick of watching him all the time.

Taste:

The absurd part of his mind, the part he steadfastly refused to give free rein to because all his life he'd needed to be the only sane person in the entire family, suggested he should fake being sick. The much more logical part of his mind shouted that idea down before he could seriously consider it. The foreign doctor was Zi Yao's physician and no one else's. He'd just end up being poked and prodded at by all of the royal physicians. Anyway, it was in bad taste to fake an illness right after his cousin had died of one and while another cousin was still sick.

Trust:

"How do you know you can trust Ketevan?" she asked. "You said she keeps you safe from the pirates, but who keeps you safe from her?"

Held:

Running footsteps passed the cart. No one stopped to examine it. Hariye held his breath to keep from sneezing. The straw tickled his nose. He risked poking his head out of his hiding space. Then he dived down again, because two Peacekeeping officers were at the top of the alley.

Cold:

Without thinking he lunged forward and grabbed the necklace. It was cold. He could almost imagine it was wet with blood. He flung it at the wall with all his might. Then his stomach twisted and he fell to the ground retching.

Bold:

He finished the letter with a very emphatic "You idiot!" written in the boldest letters he could draw and underlined several times in case she somehow missed seeing them.

Fold:

Kitri scowled and folded her arms. The effect was ruined by the wind that kept blowing her hair over her face. No one could look menacing when they got a mouthful of their own hair every time they tried to speak.

Mould Seaweed:

The rope went slack. The boat stopped abruptly. It lay motionless for long enough to make Ketevan begin to wonder if the mysterious eel-like creature had left. She looked over the side. Black shapes moved beneath the surface. Then she realised they were only seaweed.

Ring (yes, this design is a Silmarillion reference! Feel free to imagine Ketevan's family as followers of Fëanor 🤣):

She removed her ring. It was stamped with the crest of Onomi, the lands always given to the queen's third child. To a foreigner it would look only like an ordinary metal ring with a design shaped like an eight-pointed star. The captain glanced at it, then looked again with more attention. Her eyes widened.

Time:

The voyage back to Vakaryan passed much more quickly than Ketevan wanted. She spent the whole time lost in thought. The most important thing on her mind was still the question of Hariye. Publicly reveal he was a mer? Have a special swimming pool constructed on her land and keep him in it? Take his scales or keep him safe from everyone who wanted them?

Notice:

And that was why Ketevan was out here on this boat in the middle of the sea. If anyone did cause trouble, the nearest kingdom immediately dispatched its navy to deal with them. Since in this case it was a group of pirates robbing merchant ships, a small battleship disguised as a trading vessel had been sent out as lure. Vakaryan's coast had long since disappeared behind them. They were sailing aimlessly in circles, waiting for the pirates to notice them. With each hour that went by it looked more and more like the pirates either hadn't fallen for the deception or had moved to a different part of the sea.

Force:

Ketevan lay so motionless that he strongly suspected she was also awake, waiting for him to make a move. He wanted nothing more than to jump up, stab her in the heart, then take the key and unlock the door. But he forced himself to do nothing. Ketevan was armed with a real weapon and she was much more experienced in using it than he was. Even if by some miracle he managed to kill her, he still had to run the gauntlet of all the guards outside who believed he was a criminal. No, he couldn't take action here. He had to wait until they left tomorrow.

Piano:

In the background Gilbert opened the piano lid. He played a series of scales as the argument continued. He struck up Handel's Dead March as soon as Eric stormed out.

Tagging @haunted-orange, @tabswrites, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @whatwedointhecraft, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D Can't be bothered thinking of new words, so pick whichever you like from mine!

[ehlnofay]

Summerfest Day 5 - FORGOTTEN

At the foot of the Statue of Akatosh, there is a crumpled linen gambeson. Its fabric is pale pearly grey, still smelling ever-so-slightly of sulphur; the place where the sides tie at the front is torn and stained brown with old blood, and the quilting is spotted with mould. Sewn onto the chest with meticulously jagged stitches is a black cloth emblem of a wolf.

Every so often – when the Imperial City’s humid air leaves everything damp with dew for days on end, or when the rain patters down through the smashed-up roof – Jeelius takes to the cloth armour with hot water and lemon juice and spells it dry. He hadn’t done anything to it at first. No-one had done anything to it at first – still reeling, trying to understand what had happened and what it meant. Every cleric that served in the Temple of the One had been raised with it – if not physically, they’d heard stories of it since they were children – and it was jarring to have it so literally ripped away and apart, returned chewed up and spat out. (Even if it was a miracle. Even though it was a miracle.) No-one knew what to do with anything at all. The gambeson barely registered, until it rained.

Nowadays, when it rains, the water floods the Temple’s fractured hall and runs down the marble steps into the street. Poor J’mhad is stuck trying to figure out how to dry it all every time, several of the priests trying ineptly to help or just pressing themselves against the wall, shivering. When it rains, the water cascades down the statue and pours over the steps of the dais. The gambeson, tucked away between the claws of its foot and the stump of a marble pillar, is drenched every time. It was harder to ignore when it stank of must and mildew. It was ruining the Temple air and making the visiting worshippers sneeze. So Jeelius washed it.

And he’s kept washing it since.

They’ve talked about more sustainable solutions – an acolyte suggested getting rid of it – but Jeelius couldn’t stand the idea. It felt – wrong, somehow. The gambeson is part of this place; a memorial to whatever exactly happened here, before the golden dragon killed the devil and cleared the skies. It’s important. It belongs.

Maybe he’s being sentimental.

(He remembers collecting that gambeson from its hiding place in the bushes. Then, he watched its owner sponge it down with a care that felt incongruous with their gruff voice and hard-eyed face.)

Regardless, neither he nor Tandilwe would hear of its removal, so it stays. He’s never tried to clean off the blood – that, too, feels in some way disrespectful – but he wipes it down in the fashion he remembers watching all those months ago, keeping it fresh and free of dust and mould. It’s comforting, in its way. Another new little ritual.

There are a lot of new rituals. It’s rather a lot to adapt to. Jeelius was drawn to priesthood for its stability, for the comfort he found in rites and traditions as unchanging as the Nine themselves; for as long as he’s been in this vocation he’s been performing customs centuries old. The world changes so quickly – history compounding, moving inexorably onward – but faith stays still, a single thread remaining through time as all others snap and fray. This, at least, does not change.

Until it does. The Temple of the One has no roof anymore; moss grows in the cracks of the flagstones, so thick and springy that he feels it through the soles of his slippers. They still maintain the braziers that held the Dragonfires, but now more care is paid to the statue – not so much to its maintenance, since it is newer than the braziers by millennia and larger by multitudes, but to its overwhelming presence, its implications, the necessity of restructuring the physical space and activities of the Temple around it. J’mhad is petitioning for gutters to be put into the floor of the halls so that the rainwater has somewhere to drain to. No-one is eager to alter an ancient structure – but J’mhad points out, not unreasonably, that it’s a bit late to worry about that now, and that this minor renovation would preserve the stone from damage and erosion that would be far worse in the long term.

It isn’t just the place, either. Nothing is the same anymore. In the immediate aftermath, people are scrambling – the priesthood included; Jeelius speaks to hundreds of people in those first few days after who still have the smell of sulphur and ash in their hair, who tell him about barricading their doors and hiding out through that final attack, who tell him about friends and family who weren’t inside when it started or whose walls and windows weren’t strong enough. Jeelius says soothing things, like he’s supposed to – leads them through prayer, like he’s supposed to – hides his shaking hands under the skirts of his robe and doesn’t look anyone in the face and doesn’t fixate on his own helplessness when other people are trying to talk through theirs, selfish, like he’s supposed to. When the people he speaks to aren’t seeking counsel – or once they’ve finished asking for help – they gawk at the statue, ask is it truly an avatar of Akatosh, did it really fight off the Daedra, are they gone for good? Did Jeelius see it? Does he know for certain?

He wishes they’d stop asking. He doesn’t want to think about knowing for certain; he wants the same easy belief he had before any of this. He wants, like everyone, to go back to normal; he knows that nothing ever will.

(He didn’t see it. He was in Tandilwe’s cellar. He doesn’t actually remember any of it – all he knows, all he’s been told, is that he had a knife and Tandilwe couldn’t make him let go. If he was going to die he was going to die quickly.)

He tells the ones who ask that he didn’t see it.

No-one seems to have seen it, not in its entirety. The Avatar itself, bright as the sun and screaming gold, is a common enough story, but there are no witnesses of whatever happened in the Temple in the chaos preceding its arrival.

(There’s only a gambeson left on the floor.)

But Jeelius doesn’t think about it, because in those early days the Crisis isn’t really over, no matter what the Council says. Everyone is still lost in the terror of it, trying to scrape out some path back to living, to understand how to keep moving. (Jeelius stops sleeping. Too many people need his help, and he’s scared to close his eyes.) Everyone is waiting with gritted teeth or bated breath for the next attack.

But instead they receive word that the Gates on the roads are closed.

People who had been away from home and terrified to travel begin to return.

No matter how long they wait, the shoe never drops. Jeelius won’t say it, but by all that is holy, sometimes he wishes it would. The Oblivion Crisis defined the world until it didn’t, and now everyone everywhere is living without it and he doesn’t know how to do that anymore. An artist sketches out the scene of the Temple battle as seen from the window of an insula a district over, and when it’s printed as a wood-cut in the Black Horse Courier Jeelius sees a looming statue and the winking of a blade in the demon’s ink-lined face and has to sit behind a pillar until he’s breathing again. After he takes up the self-appointed duty of maintaining the discarded cloth armour, he finds that breathing in the smell of cut lemons is the only thing that will calm him down.

The worshippers stop being desperate and start being curious. It’s easier to help them, now, regardless of his feelings about it. Then come the pilgrims, to pray at the site of Akatosh’s avatar, of his great victory, with endless more questions, none of which Jeelius feels he is answering to their satisfaction.

Did you see Martin Septim? they ask. Did you witness his exaltation? After the last of the Septims is named a saint, they come to pay respects to him as well as Akatosh. They speak of him in such reverent terms as make the ridge of Jeelius’ spine stand on end – though it could well be deserved; he doesn’t know, he never met the man.

(He remembers a letter he saw scribed in Cheydinhal. Dear Martin, I’m abandoning you for another priest I found…)

The pilgrims have a lot of questions, but no-one asks about her.

It’s – odd, Jeelius thinks. He supposes it’s the environment – the people who travel here are here to see the statue. The avatar. They’re here for worship, not gossip. Only he hears talk from the other priests. Hears talk in the marketplace when he goes to run errands. Reads the Black Horse every week and shares news with the others in the Temple and talks through the end of the Crisis in excruciating detail with almost everyone who visits, and it never comes up. No-one is worried. No-one even wonders. It’s as though the miracle has erased them from existence, as though the Divine saviour overwrote the human one.

There’s not even a note in the missives, a brief mention in conversation: no news of the Hero of Kvatch. Jeelius keeps an ear out but there’s never any news of the Hero of Kvatch. Just a bloodstained gambeson to wipe down with water and lemons.

No-one is worried. Why would they be? What is there to worry about now that the crisis is over and done? But Jeelius looks at the blood and thinks of red-stained robes and haemorrhaging in the abdominal cavity. Everyone else might gaze up in wonder at the statue of the Avatar – indomitable, irreproachable, something more than flesh and blood – and praise it as their deliverer, but Jeelius’ saviour stole a toffee apple in front of him and called him names and travelled with him back to the Capital because he said he was afraid.

Jeelius’ saviour was a child. And they’re missing. And everyone knows – they have to. They knew all about her before. But now that there’s a miracle in the Temple district and no use for a hero…

Out of sight, out of mind.

The pilgrims keep coming, and with them come travellers who aren’t here for worship – just to see the avatar for themselves. Someone asks, once, if it’s real.

Jeelius keeps performing his duties, as ever; wringing his comfort from them as best he can, despite how different it’s all become. Twice a week, more depending on the weather, he lays the gambeson flat and sponges it with lemon water, then puts it exactly back where it was.

He still doesn’t know why it feels significant, but it is.

Maybe he wants to make sure he has it on hand, just in case. Just so he can return it, if they ever come back.

[sanchoi21]

Smoking Out Your Worries

Toji Zenin x Reader

Warning: Mentions of chain smoking, sex, beautiful Toji when he smokes and more. Art not mine, credit goes to the artist.

You smoked your thoughts away as the night city shimmered below you. You enjoyed the city view while drinking your regular black coffee and enjoying the cigar which had become your friend over the years. Sitting in your apartment balcony at evenings like this when you were tired from the long day of work was your solace. It was really tiring how people around you were always pretentious and instead of helping they did their best to ruin your already ruined mood, though by now you had gotten quite used to it. It was tough working in a good company that paus you well, it indeed came with it's own flaws after all.

As you kept smoking cigars after cigars, still none of them calming your disturbed mind, you heard the door lock clicking signalling the arrival of your boyfriend. Today you didn't bother to hide your cigar from him. He didn't liked you smoking, he was well aware of the health hazards that it caused and he simply didn't want you to get caught up in anything as such.

Toji sighed heavily as the smoke hit his nostrils. His eyes shut tight in disgust as he couldn't stand the smell. Toji never liked smoking. He was the only one of your high school friends who never smoked or drinked for that matter. He would always say, " Why to invite hospital if I can avoid it as well as the bills?" But in truth he just didn't like the taste of both, making him hate it even more.

Toji put his belonging on the table and made his way towards the balcony where you were still staring mindlessly outside the window as if you weren't in this four walls of the place you called home because of Toji. Toji swiftly removed the cigar from your lips and placed it on his. You stared at him wide eyed because he would never do that.

He inhaled deeply and puffed out the smoke as if he had done it many times. You were enthralled, as smoke escaped his pretty pink lips making them foggy for your vision. He looked even more hotter with the lit cigar in his slender fingers as he efficiently finished it off, waving it in front of you and finally crushing it on the ash tray.

Before you could register anything, he pulled you into a steamy kiss. His lips tasted of coffee and cigar that he just elegantly smoked in front of you. You were so lost in the feeling, that for a few solid seconds you forgot to kiss him back, simply enjoying the way his lips moulded onto yours perfectly claiming you as his own. He soon pulled away leaving you yearning for more.

Toji: There, I finished it. I did something I never would, only for you.

Y/n: Toji... You know, that was so damn hot of you....

Toji: Haha.. Got you dumb over me again ha?? Can you now do one thing for me doll???

Y/n: Y-yeah what do you need??

Toji: Quit smoking.. I don't want you to have any disorders because of it. You and I both know that it kills. Can't you do this small thing for me, please??

Y/n: F-fine I'll t-try..

Toji: If you ever feel like smoking again, come to me, I'll kiss you till you forget the existence of smoke in your life.

Y/n: W-w-what???

Your face flushed red as you blankly stared at him. Which earned a hearty chuckle from him. Toni thought to himself that maybe his cock wasn't the only thing that made you this dumb after all.

After that incident everytime you felt tired and wanted to smoke, you would find yourself heading towards Toji where you both somehow always ended up fucking each other the entire night after that. And just like he promised, he would always successfully remove the thoughts of smoking from your head. Only the touch of his lips onto yours was enough for that, fucking was just an after effect of the spark that he ignited in you. You found yourself going to him even though you didn't thought of smoking anymore, it was just a pretense to be more close to him every passing moment.

Soon enough you had completely stopped smoking, which Toji noticed first before you did. He would always smile to himself knowing full well that all your late night visits to his room was just a mere act to have him all to yourself and he would give you exactly that.

I guess only Toji can fix me and my issues. 😖😫

[miloscat]

[Review] Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice (PS4)

Dark Souls But I Can Only Parry

Continuing my very sporadic playthrough of From Software's games, it's Sekiro! I knew going in that it's deliberately breaking the Souls mould in certain ways, but I didn't always get on with its choices and experiments. It's a narrower, more focused experience, which works both for it and against it.

The setting is Japan—yes, the country on Earth—late in the Sengoku period. It's not exactly historically accurate though, as you encounter phantasms, fishmen, strangely intelligent animals, supernatural ninja powers, and forces divine and demonic; and yet it's more grounded than some "fantasy Japan" games I've played. The part of me that loves to make connections between From's games was a tad disappointed that this takes place on The Earth when it didn't necessarily need to be, but that's a nitpick.

Having a strong sense of place and tone was a part of what endeared Bloodborne to me, and that applies here too. I have come to appreciate Elden Ring's complex and layered lore more over time, but both approaches have merit. In the case of Sekiro, it's a personal story with a small cast of connected characters. I struggled at times to grasp the precise political situation and how they fit into it but the themes of how various people and factions struggled for immortality and how it corrupted them in turn resonated.

The story and themes come together in the person of the player character Wolf, a ninja sworn to loyalty and protection of Kuro, a golden child who inherited the powers of a godly dragon. Many seek to exploit his gift but he bestows on Wolf the power of resurrection, which serves as a gameplay mechanic to help you bounce back from defeats (which will be many). Their ultimate goal is to rid Kuro of this tainted gift, which is done through a series of convoluted steps that take you to the corners of the isolated Ashina fiefdom and beyond to the divine realm.

Wolf's nature as a specified character ties into the removal of many RPG elements, relative to other Soulslike games. His ninja skills and prosthetic arm open the door to many new gameplay features: acrobatic grappling, various limited-use combat tools, and stealth takedowns. I enjoyed engaging with the sneaking to pick off enemies, and combat while risky is ultimately satisfying, but I felt restricted by the emphasis on consumable items and what I saw as prescriptions on how the game is to be played.

I spoke about a narrow focus: Sekiro's combat is all about the back and forth of parrying. More important than an enemy or boss's health bar is their posture meter, which is worn down by your attacks or by blocking theirs with precise timing. The lack of a stamina mechanic and speed of your attacks rewards aggressive play, but you can't just go all-out; you absolutely must read cues that suggest counterattacks, and on top of this learn the timing and behaviours of the various enemies. I particularly struggled with the more difficult attacks: grabs, thrusts, and sweeps are denoted by a warning kanji and have totally different responses, but in the heat of the moment I could never distinguish between three complex characters. They could have at least made them different colours!

More than any other From game, I got mightily upset with certain encounters and sequences. I was walled hard by difficulty spikes in the early game, with little recourse but to push through by repeated attempts. My chief nemesis: a simple one-armed ninja in a cramped well who becomes a regular mook later in the game! The midgame was more to my liking when things opened up and I got more of a grip on the mechanics and flow, but lategame bosses and the final fight completely stomped my arse again. Looking up tricks and strategies online helped, but you still have to build muscle memory yourself.

Sekiro doesn't seem to want to help you develop it though. FromSoft has implemented needlessly player-hostile mechanics before, but death in Sekiro is especially punishing. You'll instantly lose half your money and experience towards your latest skill point, unless a percentage chance happens to save you, and this chance goes down the more you die! It's actually not too bad if you go out of your way to farm XP and spend your dosh when you know there's a boss coming, but death can happen at any time, and the in-game economy felt out of wack while the skill trees are bloated with dubious abilities.

Overall I think Sekiro is a success. It builds on a Souls skeleton but with new flavours (to mix some metaphors), and delivers a cool ninja fantasy with some powerful imagery and setpieces. I just can't decide if its action-adventure mechanics make it more accessible than other From games, or if the prescriptive parry playstyle and lack of levelling make it a harder sell. My feelings are mixed; I'm glad I played it but also relieved to have beaten it... it can't hurt me anymore!