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princesssmars · 6 days ago

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thinking some more on this idea of caitvi x high femme reader <3

nsfw. fxfxf relationship + smut. reader is ofc high femme, portrayed as wearing feminine clothes, wearing makeup, etc. switch reader, normally tops but switches caitvi. oral and fingering (cait receiving), mentions of reader and vi receiving.

wc : 2.262

"darling i really don't think we should be- oh, oh..."

"come on, caity, i cant help it, you looked so pretty."

you knew you would be in big trouble for this later, but you knew it would be so worth it.

you loved your girlfriends, truly, you did. there was an unbreakable bond between the three of you after these few years spent loving and crying and laughing together, and each day you woke up feeling like the luckiest woman on the planet.

but sometimes you just loved to push them.

your previous partners had been rather... uncompromising, when it came to your dramatic style. they didn't understand how you managed to wear makeup nearly every day, why you bothered wearing such bright and girly outfits, not to mention the maintenance costs just for your hair.

but when you met caitlyn and violet it just seemed to click. caitlyn had grown up around the upper echelon, already accustomed to the intense grooming and pampering that went into your looks.

vi had seen it done, was used to living around and with people who had to get crafty to upkeep with the latest trends, but she hadn't seen it done to your scale. you could still remember the first time you slept over and the bewildered but curious expression she wore when witnessing your extensive skincare routine and the process of wrapping up your hair for the night.

"you're not exhausted after all that?"

"why, are your propositioning me?"

"well i wasn't but now i am-"

yet no matter what, they remained completely supportive of your lifestyle. they helped move in all of your pink and pastel furniture and knick-knacks into their shared apartment, caitlyn routinely buying you your favorite flowers to decorate the space. you even somehow managed to rope the two of them into attending a pilates class with you, barely holding in your amusement when you returned home, only for the both of them to flop onto the couch.

but as selfish as it sounded, you really loved when they paid for your stuff.

vi had more of a hands-off off at first when it came to your beauty and upkeep, sending you a quick cash-app payment every other week and telling you to 'do whatever it is that makes you always look so pretty, and send me a few photos after'.

you had attempted to include her in the process of it all more, showing her a lost of nail shapes and styles and asking which she thought would look best on you.

"soooo, what do you think?"

"uhhhh...whichever you like best."

"cmon, vi!" you groan, nudging her shoulder with yours.

"alright, alright! then how about...these ones?" her finger points to the screen, hovering above the first shape.

"vi, that's 'natural', that's what my nails already look like!" you groan.

"and they're pretty, just like you are." she presses a comedic and sloppy fat kiss to your cheek, giggling when you squeal about her messing up your makeup.

you decide on your own, hiding your nails after your appointment until you drag her into your bedroom, laying her down on the bed and gently commanding her to stay in place. she's excited at first, cocky smile gracing her face as she watches you remove your clothes, until she spots them.

she never thought of herself as the most possessive person, but seeing your fuschia colored fingers tugging down your panties and dragging them up and down your cunt, your wetness visible even from the other side of the bed.

you wore that nail color often after that, always with the knowledge that it'd end up with vi's face buried in your pussy as your hands gripped onto her hair, begging and thrashing as she kept begging for you to cum just one more time. if you were lucky she'd even let you rub her clit until it was nearly unbearable, the sight of your bright pink nails bringing her to a hot release making it all that more intense.

caitlyn, on the other hand, understood your beauty practices quite well. she had been born and raised in a world where appearances were everything, so she wasn't at all surprised by your constantbeauty and fashion regimens. she would even participate on occasion, both of you helping each other with your daily makeup looks and planning spa days so you could relax together.

and, when she was feeling extra indulgent, she sponsored your extravagant shopping sprees. you could confidently say a fourth of your closet was paid for by your girlfriend, the blue haired woman dismissing your unserious insistence that you could pay for your own things with a wave of her hand, a kiss to your cheek and a firm 'get in the car, love." before you were both off.

but just because she had control over the spending didn't mean she had control over you.

when it came to your sex life, you were definitely a bit of a princess. it wasn't like you didn't enjoy watching your butch and femme fall apart underneath or above you, but when they constantly insisted on bringing you to your peaks first it wad hard to flip the tide over the two of them.

but you had noticed the shift in caitlyn as soon as you woke up, how her long limbs held tighter to you to silently persuade you to stay in bed just a little bit longer, how she stayed shoulder to shoulder with you in the kitchen while she prepared some morning tea for the both of you, and how her face seemed to flush when you asked her to come into the first dressing room with you.

caitlyn was feeling needy, you were feeling horny, and there was a victoria's secret just down the way of the mall. was there a better combination?

"let's go in here, cait. i still need some new bras after a certain someone we know tore some of mine off too roughly."

caitlyn giggled at the memory of your girlfriend ruining your underwear, but you could feel her arm tense under the hold of your hands.

"if you say so, my love. you know i'll buy you whatever you need or want."

"awww you're too sweet to me. but i think i'm gonna need you to come try them on with me."

"you cant be serious."

"please, caity? for me?"

and when your hands came up to either side of her face and brought it down just the slightest bit, standing on your toes so you could press a slow kiss to her lips, you already knew she wouldn't be able to say no.

"well, i suppose if it's what you need..."

it was just too easy. just as easy as it was to pick out some matching bras that you knew would look great on the both of you, and just as easy as it was to sneak caitlyn into your dressing room and get her like this.

"darling please, i don't think i can, f-fuck-"

your response is muffled by your mouth being buried into her cunt, tongue wiggling around inside her hole until her hand is coming down to your head and digging into your hair. for a second, you think about how cute it is that she's having a miniature dilemma about her pleasure, at one moment yanking you away before pushing you right back into her.

you decide to test her by lifting your face away from her pussy, already yearning for her taste to be back in your mouth but settling for licking off the remnants of it that sit around your lips.

"c'mon, caity. aren't you and vi always telling be to 'be good and take it'? what, can dish it but you cant take it?"

a high-pitched whine bubbles out of the brit before she's raising one hand to brush her hair out of her face and the other hand up to her mouth, one knuckle between her teeth as she helplessly tries to muffle her moans lest you both get caught and banned from the store.

your teasing wasn't pulled out of thin air, though. you'd need multiple hands to count the amount of times cait had brushed off your pleads and mewls when she insisted on bringing you to come just five one more time, to be a good girl for her and vi and listen without crying.

it was completly empowering and sent a rush of heat to your head and your cunt to see just how badly she took the roles being reversed.

cait's never been the quickest to bring over the edge, requiring a bit more finesse and care before she had a lengthy and powerful release. neither you nor vi minded it, always delighted to see her shake and bite her lip as she gradually felt the pleasure you'd brought her increase over the span of a beautifully drawn-out minute. but right now, you genuinely needed her to come, because yeah, you really weren't trying to get kicked out of this store before you got to buy your cute new sets.

so you start to work her even harder, gently adding your fingers to the mix as your manicured nails curled and prodded inside of her tight heat. you immediately noticed the shift, how her long legs start to tremble and her breath starts to stutter while still in her chest. in desperation her hand that's not muffling her sounds comes back down to your hair and digs in, pushing you back and forth as she downright fucks your face.

and oh, do you take all of it, tongue sticking out for her to grind into as your eyes look up at her, because if one person loves to lock eyes during sex, it's caitlyn kiramman. you make eye contact as her eyebrows scrunch up and she mindlessly starts nodding since she's unable to whisper out any pleas for you to keep going, like you'd even think of stopping now.

your fingers crook and push against that spot deep inside her, thrusting in and out as your other hand circles at her clit, happy little giggles ringing from your throat when she finally comes in your mouth. she fucks into your mouth harder, eyes squeezing shut as her hand that was in your hair slaps on the door to hold herself up and her orgasm absolutely wrecks her.

it's a beautiful and delightful minute of having your gorgeous girlfriend release and shake as she tries her hardest to be as quiet as possible, ending when she un-gracefully plops down onto the dressing room seat.

you peacefully lick her release off of your fingers, making sure to clean off whatever is left on your face before fixing up your clothes and hair. by the time you finish, you turn to cait, only to see her still looking downright shell-shocked. you giggle when she wistfully blinks up at you as you carefully move some streaks of her navy hair from her face, pressing a lingering kiss to her bitten lips and smiling when she follows your mouth after you pull away.

"you look so pretty all fucked out for me, caity."

she groans, resting her head in your shoulder. "please don't rub it in. you're so...tempting, do you know that? i swear one day you'll be the death of me."

"well i sure hope not, that means i wouldn't get to make you tremble like a leaf for me again."

after a few more teases and helping make sure caitlyn looks and walks presentable enough to leave, you gleefully wrap your hands around her arm and head to the checkout counter, placing the items on the counter and perkily swiping caits card over the reader.

when you return home you feel like you're floating on air, skipping through the doorway before squealing and jumping into vi's arms when you see her standing in the kitchen.

"woah there, muffin. looks like someone had a good day, huh?"

you nod up at her, taking a glance back at cait who totally not suspiciously rushes into the bedroom with your bags still in her hands.

vi raises an eyebrow, looking at your girlfriend's retreating body before turning back to you, waiting for your answer.

and yeah, you could play coy, spare caitlyn the embarrassment, and pretend she was just feeling tired from a long day out shopping. but when the memory of her pretty face looking down at you buried in her cunt runs across your mind again, you decide you'll take your chances.

"caitlyn took me shopping so i ate her out in the dressing room."

vi's staring at you with her mouth agape, at first unbelieving, before she hears a loud accented groan from deeper in the apartment that only confirms your statement. she begins trailing after you when you start to head into the bedroom to take a relaxing bath after such a long day.

"oh, so this is what i miss after passing on your bra shopping? you two better invite me next time, and i mean it. i'll cram all of us in a dressing room if I have to."

#yeeeeah #need that femme #need that butch #arcane #arcane x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn kiramman smut #vi #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi smut #caitvi #caitvi x reader

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halemerry · 2 years ago

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On Crowley, memory, and identity.

So full disclosure first, I am not someone who is particularly interested in having Crowley's angel name on screen - personally I rather like the idea of never having an answer to this question - but I also do think it's interesting and fun to speculate and we got quite a few hints at this throughout this season soooo

Obviously part of this is that we meet him. The angel that would become Crowley is the first person on screen this season. We confirm a lot about him here. He confirm that he is powerful enough to start the engine of the universe. We confirm that he can control gravity and time and space and light. We confirm that he is the being that says let there be light before the beginning. We also confirm that he consulted with the concept designer of the universe and that he's very comfortable with the idea of questioning authority. We are also given Aziraphale's anxiety as a contrast to this and as proof that that is not a universal trait for early angels.

Now, we have always had evidence that Crowley is powerful. He's done some things that seem impossibly big. He stops time very casually and seemingly without effort - even at the end of season 1 it doesn't even seem to give us the same strain on him that holding the Bentley together does. This is a thing that we only ever see Crowley do and notably a thing that you would think other beings would mess with to their advantage if it was possible. Which means they either literally can't or that it never occurred to them that they could. Or as is becoming increasingly clear: perhaps it's a bit of both.

But that's not the only implication of power we get in season 1 either. We get Crowley seemingly in tune with the universe in a way many angels and demons aren't. Which, makes some sense if he helped make it. This manifests in all sorts of ways. He's constantly aware of Aziraphale's presence. He can smell when the world state changes like when Adam names Dog. He holds the Bentley together through utter destruction. He notices that there are different books in the bookshop - something I always assumed was meant to convey he was familiar with the shop's contents but after learning he didn't even know Jane Austen was a writer I wonder if it's actually more to do with him being in tune with reality. He also can apparently quite literally feel when there are eyes on them.

We're given even more of all these things this season in some really interesting ways. Crowley literally tests the air to check if a miracle has happened - another thing that we don't see anyone else do despite Heaven literally assigning someone to Aziraphale to check for a specific miracle. This particular beat is also something we are shown twice this season. Both here and in 1941, when Furfur uses the miracle blocker on Aziraphale. Here Crowley tests his miracles and despite getting nothing of the sort when Aziraphale tries a miracle literally the beat before this, we are given both a visual and an auditory effect. It ripples out with a watery sound effect from Crowley's finger. It's like he's prodding at reality.

There's also several instances involving the recognition or lack thereof of angels and demons. Crowley feels that the demon army is arriving before it does. Neither side seems to be able to track Gabriel - one of the most powerful beings in existence - at all once he leaves Heaven. We also see countless angels fail to notice Crowley himself both as Bildad the Shuhite performing literal miracles right in front of them. And this happens again as he prances about Heaven after Muriel. Aziraphale can't tell Shax is a demon despite Crowley recognizing she's manifested behind him nearly as soon as he answers the phone. Aziraphale can't even recognize that he himself is still an angel at the end of the Job story.

He also. Quite literally. Brings someone back from the dead???? Like waves a hand casually on the street and reconstitutes Mr. Brown like he'd never been dead at all. Mr. Brown returns with no memory of what happened to him holding a newspaper that seems to have literal bite chunks coming out of it. It's not framed as a huge miracle or anything strenuous either - just a casual snap.

And that's not even getting into the parallels with Gabriel. First of all. We get the color purple. It's purple when Aziraphale and angel that would become Crowley start the engine of the quadrants of the universe and it's purple when they miracle to hide Gabriel. This color is associated with power and, historically in the language of this show, with Gabriel himself. Them using it together twice speaks a lot to the power they have together.

But that's not the only symbolism historically tied to Gabriel that has found its way to Crowley this season either. Most flashy of all is the lightning. This is how we see Gabriel arrive on earth at the end of season one and it is something Crowley apparently just Does when he gets too mad to contain himself.

This alone wouldn't catch my attention except. Except the way Crowley reacts to Gabriel's memory problems is... interesting to say the least. He's angry and understandably so. Part of this is him being mad and protective of Aziraphale - he says as much himself to Jim directly. And yet, weirdly, it's the kind of mad that reminded me of something else.

This is the mad he tends to gets at his plants. Do it properly. Think hard. You can do better than that. Grow better. It's the kind of angry that's steeped in projection. It's he kind of angry that is undercut with the occasional weird undercurrent of understanding. And so much of his dialogue with Jim around this is framed like he does actually understand. Jim says it hurts and he says he knows. Jim starts talking about it feeling like being an empty house that still remembers where the furniture is and Crowley immediately latches onto this and understands ah it's looking at where the furniture isn't.

And there's a few other conversations that center around this issue that I find really interesting from a projection perspective. There's the conversation that happens when Crowley goes to have an alcohol fueled chat with Jim. He says "You're Jim now. Got everything just the way you wanted?" This doesn't make a whole lot of sense for him to be addressing Gabriel with. As far as he knows all Gabriel would want was the end of the world.

And then there's the particular way he asks Jim to eliminate himself in this scene. Climb out the window. In other words, have a fall. Something he pretty immediately retracts and clearly feels guilty about no matter how much he hates Gabriel.

And then there's the first conversation he gets to have after learning about Gabriel. Crowley opens this conversation, thinking out loud. He's staring out, not talking to Az yet and the very first thing out of his mouth is, of all things: "He's going to be okay." A weird start for a statement about Gabriel in itself but then Crowley goes and adds what at it's core is his own trauma narrative to the end with, "We can just take him somewhere and leave him there."

Now the real fun bit: Crowley also has memory issues that are out very prominently on display even as far back as season 1.

He has inconsistent memories of his Fall. The answers he gives us to why he Fell change slightly - even when he's alone with himself. He doesn't seem to understand why exactly he Fell even though he clearly has some vague idea of the pieces in play. I always thought to some degree that this was just a trauma response, but season 2 drew even more attention to this and now that we know that memory alteration is how Heaven handles powerful angels I can't help but to wonder if there's more in play here.

Crowley can't remember Furfur - who he apparently literally fought next to during the war in Heaven. Crowley can't remember building a nebula with Saraqael. Crowley doesn't remember why they decided gravity was a good idea.

But he does remember bits and pieces here and there. He remembers doing some of the starmaking. He remembers how to access clearance locked files. He's missing pieces and also seems to have an understanding that Gabriel's memories ARE in there. Almost like he's done this work on himself before.

This narrative itself is also far more concerned with the angel Crowley was this time around. It teases his rank a few different times. Most notably is him having access the files only available to Dominions and above.

Now angel hierarchy is a bit of a messy area depending on what sources you're using but given Good Omens tendencies in the past we can assume that this leaves us five ranks. Dominion, Throne, Cherub, Seraph, and Archangel.

I might break down why I think Dominion, Throne, and Cherub feel kind of odd to me later if there's interest - now available here - in that but given the current length of this meta I just want to focus on that last one for now.

Crowley was an Archangel is far from a new theory and I've honestly historically had some fairly mixed feelings about it. But the parallels between Jim and Crowley lend some interesting connective tissue to a lot of those theories. And. There's also some interesting camera work and script writing tied to Crowley and that term outside of the scenes about Gabriel's memories specifically.

Firstly, during Crowley's chat with Beelzebub he says it's a big universe with plenty of places for an archangel to hide. Like Alpha Centauri perhaps?

Then we get Aziraphale and Crowley both presenting Hell and Heaven respectively the idea that it could have been them that did the archangel class miracle. Aziraphale gets scoffed at and yet. Shax is the one who says the miracle was archangel level and Crowley's response is "how do you know I didn't do it?"

Then later as she's prowling about the shop we get this interesting shot of Crowley in the doorframe and Jim in the background. Crowley grins and offers to let Shax look in and see if she can see any archangels in there while he's framed dead center and Jim himself is blurry in the back of the frame.

And most fascinating in my opinion is this shot that happens when Crowley and Muriel are accessing the classified files. Nearly every shot in this sequence is group shots or shots of Gabriel. The camera is focused in the plot and the way the archangels function as a group and on Gabriel himself. But we get one single shot in this entire sequence of Crowley by himself and it is immediately following Gabriel saying "I am the only first order archangel in the room - or, well, the universe."

And then in the end. We get the Metatron who goes out of his way to avoid using Crowley's name. He calls him demon (and insists correctly that Crowley would recognize him even when Michael doesn't) or refers to him as Aziraphale's friend. He only ever uses that name when trying to use him as a bribe for Aziraphale. That combined with the dark look he gives Crowley implies a familiarity that only the Metatron has with him.

So who is he then? There's plenty of old meta out there about why certain archangels fit or don't and I won't reiterate them here. They're interesting and definitely worth poking around at and very fun to read! Personally I'm not as interested in naming the someone he used to be as I am in examining the places that ghost of this angel has started to poke through the narrative so I'll end this here. It's spiralled into something far longer than I ever meant it to be anyway.

#good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #gos2 spoilers #good omens meta #Crowley #Gabriel

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lcvecove · 8 months ago

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⭑ … ❝ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 ❞ ; connor bedard

𝓹airing , fem!crosby!reader x connor bedard

in which supporting a crosby is in every canadian’s blood , so when sid’s daughter competes in the olympics, everyone is there to support, including her boyfriend connor.

꒰ 𝓷ote , I did use a few of summer’s pictures in this if you recognized her. she was obviously a huge inspiration for this smau. this was such a fun pairing to write! I might just have to write them again in the future 😋 . . . ꒱

TSN

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TSN: Y/N Crosby competed at the 2024 olympics. The eighteen year old won four medals in total for Canada. Three of which were gold, while also setting a new world record.

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user87: those crosby genes are strong

natemackinnon: YEAH SHE DID!

user12: always a good time when we get to see a crosby competing at the olympics

user15: *** a crosby carrying canada on their backs at the olympics

user98: *** a crosby dominating the olympics

pittsburgpenguins: baby sid all grown up and breaking records 🥺

kletang: just the other day she was a baby barely fitting in the stanley cup and now she’s a grown up

geno.malkin: little sid doing big sid things 😌

user11: I wonder if she ever gets tired of everyone always mentioning her dad when talking about her accomplishments

user52: I mean it’s hard not to mention him, considering her dad is THE sidney crosby.

user14: I think it’s really sweet how sid always tries to stay out of the spotlight to let her have her moment though. always trying to make sure no one spots him at her events and stuff. so all the attention will remain on her.

user19: I also think it helps that they have a really good relationship, Y/N is always happy to talk about her dad and has said countless times how much she admires him and how big of an influence he’s had on her life and her career. I think she understands what a big figure in canadian sports history her dad is and copes with that pretty well.

bradmarchand: doing us proud 🇨🇦

user70: am I going crazy or did you guys also see bedsy on your screen while she was swimming?

user56: I saw him too! wonder what he’s doing in Paris👀

yncrosby

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yncrosby: had my brat summer in paris😚⭐️🥐

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charlixcx: so iconic of you 💋

yncrosby: OMGG

yourbff: my best friend is an olympic gold medalist ⭐️😌

bradmarchand: kid better watch his hands

yncrosby: you can’t even see his hands ??

natemackinnon: exactly.

geno.malkin: good job baby sid

yncrosby: thank you G💛

user16: girl just tag him already we all know who it is

user13: fr. as if the TSN panel hasn’t been discussing their relationship for the last week 😭

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sportsworld: nhl superstar connor bedard seen with girlfriend Y/N crosby in vancouver over the weekend. the pair was spotted having lunch with Y/N’s dad, Sidney Crosby.

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connorbedard: *** seen with three time gold medalist Y/N crosby

user17: tell them king

user89: the fact that him confirming their relationship is because he won’t allow them to diminish her accomplishments is so freaking precious 😭

user19: canada’s royal couple

user99: they’re so cute🥺

user12: the way they look at each other , stoppp

user98: sitting on his lap in front of your dad is brave

user90: oh to be a fly on the wall when they announced their relationship to sid😭

user65: or all the honorary uncles. I just know nate, brad, geno, etc. gave him soooo much shit

connorbedard

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connorbedard: wag summer 😌

👤 ; yncrosby

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adamfantilli: my favourite wag🙂‍↕️

yncrosby: same😋

user16: a rare unsponsored bedsy post

user13: all his posts are either about hockey or his gf. there’s no in between

user99: dedicated to the two loves of his life. we love to see it

maddybedard: these pics are so cute 🤍

yncrosby: thanks to you ms photographer 🥰

maddybedard: the least I could do since you took me to paris

yncrosby: ❤️❤️❤️

connorbedard: ❤️❤️❤️

user14: simp

user95: the fact that he only responded to her comment

user61: can’t wait to see all the content we’re about to get of these two since they’re public now

#connor bedard x you #connor bedard fluff #connor bedard blurb #connor bedard x reader #connor bedard fic #꒰ ‧ ₊ 𝓵cvecove ₊ ‧ ꒱

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kathlare · 1 month ago

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simp mode

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando share their first official Quadrant photoshoot together since getting back together, surrounded by teasing friends and undeniable chemistry.

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Warnings: none

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April 2nd, 2025 - Tokyo, Japan

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quadrant: @maxfewtrell in the Q.C.O TEE in Navy 🖇️ @ameliedayman wearing the JPN LONG SLEEVE TEE in Black

The JAPAN COLLECTION dropping 6pm (BST) today

Early access at 5pm (BST)—link in bio.

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lando: pls she’s unreal → ameliedayman: @lando you’re just saying that bc you picked the pics → lando: @ameliedayman and bc it’s true 🤷‍♂️

maxfewtrell: they finally let me share the screen with a superstar → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell you’re welcome for the clout → lando: @ameliedayman I’m calling HR → maxfewtrell: @lando report me to modeling HR king 😌

chloemeadows: HELLO???? she’s back????? this is not a drill → ameliedayman: @chloemeadows miss u 😌 let’s steal a tee next drop

mieliebaby: NOT AMELIE BACK IN QUADRANT ERA I’M GONNA CRY → quadfan420: @mieliebaby she was the blueprint back in 2021 and still is → landoloverr: @mieliebaby mother is mothering AGAIN

hatersgetblockt: she’s just here for clout 🙄 → quadcorefan: @hatersgetblockt girl she BEEN modeling for them since 2021 be serious → sunshinelandie: @hatersgetblockt and she’s dating the boss now soooo cry about it

lanmelieluvbot: i know lando was behind the camera gassing her up during this shoot

meliebeanx: wait not her BACK in the quadrant era 😭 i’m emotional → daymanfanclub: @meliebeanx feels like 2021 again but like. with more kissing

georgerussell63: back to her influencer roots i see → lando: @georgerussell63 she never left 🤭 → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 i’m multitalented babe

f1fanxo: THE QUEEN HAS RETURNED TO QUADRANT OMG

maxie_willdrive: okay so when is the “Amelie edit” collection dropping?? → quadrant: @maxie_willdrive noted 👀

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Months before...

The warehouse was cold.

Concrete floors, high ceilings, steel beams—sunlight slashing through dusty glass panels high above. It was somewhere in the industrial outskirts of Tokyo, eerily quiet except for the buzz of the production crew and the occasional growl of the Quadrant x Liberty Walk car being maneuvered into place.

Amelie rubbed her bare arms, clad only in low-rise vintage-wash jeans, her upper half exposed save for a beige bralette as a stylist handed her the next hoodie—oversized, off-white, with a minimalist Quadrant logo on the chest. She slipped it over her head in one fluid motion, the hem hitting just below her belly button, the sleeves swallowing her hands. Max Fewtrell stood a few feet away, already dressed in the black crewneck version, playfully bouncing on the balls of his feet.

—You look like a little gremlin— Max teased, grinning. —Like, streetwear chic but also… tiny and cold.—

—I am cold— Amelie muttered, tugging the sleeves over her knuckles. —Where the fuck is your best friend with my tea?—

—Probably writing you poetry in the corner or something. You know how he gets.—

Speak of the devil. Lando appeared from behind one of the lighting rigs, holding a thermos like it was a chalice. His curls were messier than usual, sticking out under a black Quadrant beanie, and he was bundled in one of the same hoodies Amelie was modeling, though his was two sizes too big and clearly borrowed from stock. His eyes scanned the space, locked onto Amelie instantly like a goddamn heat-seeking missile.

—Ames, I got the green tea with honey like you like it— he called out, already smiling.

Max didn’t miss a beat. —That’s not her boyfriend, that’s her personal butler.—

—Shut the fuck up— Lando shot back without even looking at him, handing Amelie the thermos and brushing his thumb over her chilled knuckles. —You okay? You’re freezing.—

—I’m fine— she said softly, curling her hands around the warm cup. —Just my stupid circulation.—

Lando gave her that look. The one he reserved only for her. The I’ll-fight-the-weather-itself-for-you look.

—I told you to wear your Uniqlo heattech under the jeans. Did you?—

Amelie blinked innocently. —Maybe.—

—She didn’t— Max chimed in, fully enjoying himself.

Lando sighed dramatically, pulling his hoodie up higher around his own neck like it might help her too. Then he turned to the stylist nearby.

—Can we get a heated blanket between shots? Please? She gets cold really easily.—

—I’m not fragile— Amelie protested, but she wasn’t really mad. If anything, she was trying not to melt on the spot.

The stylist nodded and rushed off, clearly used to the way Lando hovered around Amelie like an overprotective boyfriend-slash-bodyguard-slash-golden retriever. Max shot her a look, eyebrows raised, mouth twitching with a smirk.

—You trained him well— Max muttered out of the corner of his mouth, his smirk widening.

—He came like this, actually,— Amelie whispered back, taking a careful sip of the tea. —Fully assembled and everything.—

Lando narrowed his eyes at the two of them, standing a bit too close for his liking. Not that he was ever truly jealous of Max—Max had known Amelie for years and had always been respectful—but that didn’t stop the familiar twist in his stomach every time Amelie laughed too hard at one of his jokes or adjusted the hem of his hoodie for the cameras.

—You two done gossiping like old ladies or should I come back in five?— Lando asked dryly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Amelie tilted her head sweetly. —Only if you’re coming back with a foot warmer this time, Lan.—

Max groaned. —You two are so disgusting. Like, honestly, I preferred it when you were just friends who clearly wanted to bang but wouldn’t admit it. At least then we had peace.—

Lando rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth anyway. —Don’t project your jealousy onto us, Fewtrell.—

Max raised both hands in mock surrender. —I’m just saying, I miss when you were pathetic and pining. That was peak entertainment.—

Lando didn’t even bother with a comeback, just reached out and gently tugged the sleeve of Amelie’s hoodie over her hand again, like it was instinct. Like he’d done it a thousand times before. Because he had. And now, finally, he didn’t have to pretend it was platonic.

Amelie gave him a soft look, her voice barely above a murmur. —Thank you, baby.—

Lando’s eyes flicked to hers at the nickname. His ears pinked instantly.

Max caught it too. —Ohhh. There it is. The simp blush. We got a code red. Simp alert. Code fucking red.—

—Jesus Christ— Lando muttered, turning slightly so his burning face wasn’t in full view. —Can you shut up for, like, five minutes?—

—Not when you look like a Victorian maiden who just got kissed on the hand.—

Amelie, unbothered and smug, took another sip of her tea and patted Lando’s chest lightly. —Let him be in love, Max. It's his Roman Empire.—

Lando groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face. —You’re both insufferable.—

The photographer clapped twice from across the warehouse, signaling they were ready for the next round. Amelie handed the thermos back to Lando and stepped toward the marked tape on the ground, where the Quadrant x Liberty Walk car gleamed under overhead lights, polished to near perfection.

She glanced over her shoulder. —You watching, Lan?—

—Always,— he replied, dead serious, and then instantly regretted how serious it sounded because Max let out an exaggerated, romantic sigh behind him.

—God, you’re so far gone— Max muttered.

Lando ignored him and instead watched Amelie as she moved into position beside the car. The oversized hoodie hung off one shoulder now, revealing the strap of her bralette and a sliver of her waist. She looked like she’d walked straight out of a campaign for early 2000s streetwear: confident, soft but cool, the kind of beautiful that made time feel like it stuttered.

The photographer called for Max to join her, and he jogged over, adjusting the hem of his hoodie. They started moving through poses together—back to back, arms crossed, then side by side, crouched low with the car behind them. Amelie was laughing at something Max said, head tipped back slightly, and Lando felt his chest clench with something too tangled to name.

He loved seeing her like this. In her element. Light and unguarded. But he also wanted to walk over, pull her against him, and kiss her stupid.

Instead, he stood with the crew, arms folded, eyes glued to her like he was afraid she’d vanish.

—You’re being creepy again,— someone murmured behind him.

Lando turned to see Jamie MacLaurin standing there, arms crossed and smirking like he’d been watching this whole thing unfold with quiet judgment.

—Shut the fuck up.—

—You shut the fuck up— Max shot back, but he was already laughing.

Lando flipped him off without looking. His attention had already returned to Amelie, who was adjusting her hair as the photographer swapped lenses. She caught his gaze from across the room and winked.

Winked.

It was lethal.

Lando pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek and looked away before he did something embarrassing. Like sprint across the set and ruin the shoot just to wrap her in his arms for thirty seconds.

Later, when they were done shooting and the lights were dimming and someone blasted early 2000s hip hop through a Bluetooth speaker, Amelie was sitting cross-legged on the car hood, hair a mess, eating the last of a conbini onigiri. Lando stood between her knees, hands in her hoodie pockets, forehead resting against hers.

—You really killed it today,— he murmured.

She smiled, nose brushing his. —You think?—

—Yeah. You’re kind of a menace, but you’re my menace.—

—That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.—

He leaned in, lips brushing hers, soft and fleeting. —Shut up.—

Behind them, Max groaned loudly. —Can someone hose them down already? This is a warehouse, not the fucking Notebook.—

Amelie grinned against Lando’s mouth. —Let them suffer.—

—They’ve made me suffer for years,— Lando mumbled, kissing her again, longer this time. —About damn time I got to enjoy it.—

She tangled her fingers in his curls, laughing softly. —God, you’re such a simp.—

He didn’t even argue this time.

Because she was right.

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norrisupdates: Lando just pulled up to the Liberty Walk x Quadrant event in Tokyo looking fresh. man really said CEO-core 🇯🇵🖤👟

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speedster_11: Lando really out here in Tokyo living his best life 💅🔥

its_kat_in_the_hat: CEO vibes, I’m not even mad about it 😍 → yassqueen34: @its_kat_in_the_cat Tbh he’s serving us CEO realness, I’m here for it 🙌

amelies4eva: Ughh he's just too fine, isn't he? 😭💖

momo_is_the_best: Lowkey jealous of Amelie, like how is she handling that? 😭 → jennyloveslando: @momo_is_the_best she’s fine girl, you’ll survive 😆

abby_is_blessed: Are we not gonna talk about how hot Lando is looking? 😩 → sasha_bites: @abby_is_blessed Stop, he’s too much for my heart 🥴

maxiemaniac: OKAY LANDO, flexing the Tokyo drip! 👀💦

staceymarie_88: Lando really out here living his best life while Amelie’s touring 🥲 → quadronhype: @staceymarie_88 Amelie’s got her own thing going, she’s in Europe killing it too 🔥

norris_and_coffee: How much you wanna bet Amelie is blowing up his phone rn? 🥲

robinsloveslando: Why do I feel like Lando's just having the time of his life? Amelie, hurry up and come back 😩

julie_ohmygod: Omg I just realized Amelie’s still touring across Europe 😭 Are they okay? → landoxamelie: @julie_omygod They’re fine! The distance makes them stronger 💪💘

amandaforyou: Why does Lando look so good in this lighting? Honestly, I’m lowkey jealous of Amelie rn 😭 → lovesquad1: @amandaforyou Girl, SAME. He’s out here looking like he could steal our hearts 💔

justhereforthetea: Soooooo Amelie’s not with him? Anyone else worried? 👀

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The neon lights of the ramen bar flickered lazily above the low buzz of conversation and the occasional slurp of noodles. It was one of those hidden spots in Tokyo that Jon had insisted they try—a little hole-in-the-wall joint tucked down a quiet alleyway not far from the Liberty Walk warehouse.

The table was small and round, and somehow managed to feel both intimate and chaotic, given the mix of languages being thrown around between bites of noodles and sips of sake. Lando sat between Ash and Jon, chopsticks in hand, but his bowl of miso ramen sat mostly untouched.

He was trying to focus. Really, he was. The Liberty Walk guys—Kato and Toshi—were cracking jokes in broken English and throwing around stories from past projects, and Ash was laughing at something Jon had said about jet lag and Lando’s weird sleep schedule.

But Lando?

Lando was hopelessly distracted.

His phone was hidden under the edge of the table, angled just enough for him to catch the glow of the screen. His thumb tapped quickly as he refreshed the livestream again, eyes flicking down as the lights of the stage came up and Amelie appeared on the screen in a shimmering yellow and silver outfit that glittered with every movement.

She was performing Juno, the crowd screaming so loud that the audio crackled through his AirPods. Even on the tiny screen, even from a thousand miles away, she was magnetic. Her voice was powerful, clear and commanding, and her body moved with the kind of ease and confidence that made it impossible to look away.

Lando didn’t even try to stop the soft smile that tugged at his lips. She was fucking stunning.

—You good?— Jon’s voice cut through the murmur of the ramen bar, one brow raised.

Lando blinked, quickly locking his phone and tucking it under his thigh like a kid caught cheating on a test.

—Huh? Yeah, yeah, all good. Just…hot. In here.— He reached for the iced tea he hadn’t touched, downing a gulp like it could cool off the flush he felt creeping up his neck.

Ash snorted into his beer. —Bro. You’ve been staring at your crotch for five minutes. Either you’re really into your noodles or you're watching Ames shake her ass again.—

Kato and Toshi both turned with matching amused looks, clearly not understanding everything, but catching the gist. Lando gave a sheepish grin.

—Okay, okay. Maybe I was watching the livestream of her show tonight. Just a bit.—

Jon leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, giving Lando one of those knowing, older-brother stares that said “you’re not slick.”

—You’ve refreshed that livestream four times since we sat down. You know we can hear the bass through your AirPods, right?— he said, smirking.

Ash tilted his head toward Lando, eyes narrowing playfully. —At least be shameless about it, mate. We all know you’re completely whipped.—

Lando gave a half-hearted glare but couldn’t suppress the lopsided grin stretching across his face. —Yeah, well… have you seen her? She’s performing right now, in that outfit. I’m only human.—

He pulled the phone back out just enough to glance again. The camera angle had changed, and now it was a close-up—Amelie with her eyes closed, mic cradled between both hands, singing the bridge of Juno like she was pulling the lyrics straight from somewhere deep inside her chest.

Lando leaned in slightly, lips parting. God, she looked so in her element. Confident. Electric. Like that was exactly where she belonged.

Kato tapped his chopsticks against his bowl. —She famous singer? Amelie?—

—Fucking superstar,— Ash answered before Lando could. —You’ll see. Wait until she walks into the paddock Saturday, everyone’s gonna lose their minds.—

Lando laughed softly, the kind that sounded almost reverent. —She’s wrapping her tour in a couple days. She’s flying straight in for the Grand Prix after that.—

—Dedication,— Toshi nodded, clearly impressed.

Lando looked down at his phone one more time before finally locking it and setting it face-down beside his tea. He exhaled, shoulders relaxing just a bit as he turned back to the table.

—Sorry. I’m being rude.—

Jon waved it off with a knowing chuckle. —Nah, man. You’re just in love.—

There was a pause—just long enough for Lando to open his mouth to deny it—before Ash piped up, grinning like a cat who caught a canary.

—You should’ve seen him during the shoot earlier this year. Full simp mode. Following her around like a lost puppy, adjusting her jacket, fixing her hair, making sure she had water every five minutes.—

—She was cold! And she looked too good to have frizzy hair,— Lando protested.

—Yeah, because you care about frizz now,— Ash deadpanned.

Jon leaned forward, elbows on the table, smirk creeping wider. —She’s it for you, huh?—

Lando paused. And then… he nodded, slowly but surely. His voice was quieter now, softer than before.

—Yeah. I think she is.—

The table went quiet for a moment—not awkward, but warm. Like they all knew they were witnessing something a little bigger than just ramen and race cars and late-night livestreams.

He looked down at the rim of his bowl, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the table. —I’m so fucking proud of her. I wish she could see herself the way I do, y’know?—

Jon and Ash exchanged a glance. The kind of look you give when you know someone’s already long gone in it.

—You ever think about… like, long-term stuff?— Jon asked, casual but not really.

Lando shrugged, but there was a little grin tugging at his mouth.

—All the time,— he said, eyes flicking down to his phone again, even though it was dark now. —Not in a freak-her-out kind of way. I just… I can picture it. Y’know? Her, the cats, maybe a house somewhere quiet. Monaco, maybe. Or Italy. She loves Italy. And when she’s not touring, we just… exist together.—

Kato leaned forward, his accent thick but smile easy. —Sounds like… home.—

Lando smiled softly, nodding. —Yeah. Exactly. She’s… my home. More than anywhere else I’ve ever lived.—

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gpseason69: no bc quadrant needs to hire her full time again

mclaurenxo: lando is in love and so am i → paddockpoet: @mclaurenxo she’s the whole aesthetic. the collection should be called “ameliecore”

hatefortea: why y’all acting like she invented streetwear 💀 → softboiamelie: @hatefortea we never said that but she DID perfect it 🤷 → hatefortea: @softboiamelie she’s mid sorry → jpnf1fan: @hatefortea ur whole acc is hate posts. go touch grass 💅

norrisnationn: my fav nepo bf supporting the model gf 😭🫶 → lanfan999: @norrisnationn he’s living every simp’s dream and i respect it

maxiefan69: max and amelie back modeling together? it’s 2021 all over again 😭 → quadszn: @maxiefan69 quadrant nostalgia core is real rn

skincarepitcrew: her skin. the outfit. the HAIR??

amelieismother: get you a gf who models for your company while you’re sweating in a race suit → pitlaneprincess: @amelieismother and still serves harder than everyone at the event

babygirlbono: y’all think she’s gonna walk the next drop down the paddock?? → helmetbruised: @babygirlboho SHE’S THE RUNWAY. the grid is the audience. → bonkforbono: @babygirlboho brb making a tiktok edit with this exact concept

danisdimplez: she fr did the japan drop without being in japan 😭 → lanmiefan420: @danisdimplez girl’s doing remote work for her bf's company, where’s HER linkedin?

landoismytherapy: y’all mad she’s dating your fav? go cry into ur pillow not mine → bitterbakuclown: @landoismytherapy fr. let her slay in peace → helmetshadow: @landoismytherapy the amount of pressed energy in this comment section is wild 💅

sushisector: her? for quadrant? again?? WE’RE SO BACK

ameliedaywomann: no bc she’s doing PR, modeling, and still on tour??? → simplyamelie: @ameliedaywomann girl’s working harder than my immune system

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 years ago

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WIBTA if I tell a couple I'm a mistress for both of them?

this is a long one and a very weird situation but here we go. I (28F) have been seeing two people recently. I've been seeing C (30F) for a little over 5 months and M (29M) for almost 6 months. both relationships are currently in a state of non-commitment, even though I've expressed feelings in both relationships and theyve been reciprocated, but I'm naturally not a super commitment-focused person and both of the people I'm seeing have respected that a lot, so yeah.

anyways, both relationships have been great and I'm incredibly happy w them, and since neither are committed to me I've kind of just assumed that both C and M were likely seeing other people as well even if we haven't talked about it.

WELL. about a week ago C came over to my place to spend the night, which she does like once a week or every other week. she goes to take a shower and I start gathering laundry and grab her stuff to throw in with mine and take her phone out of her jeans. I glance at the screen and see a few texts from a contact called "my love <3"

I was kinda surprised by this because while not talking to me about casual relationships is not something I would care about, the contact name made me think she had a more serious relationship going on, which I don't mind but would like to be informed about.

soooo okay I did an admittedly asshole thing and read the text. and then read a few more. and it became apparent that this was a REALLY committed relationship. like, I love yous, I'll be back home soon, please remember to grab so and so from the grocery store, stuff like that.

the contact picture looked kind of familiar too so I clicked on it to see better and it ended up being a picture of M.

I kind of flipped at this bc this is kind of a ridiculous situation, and I left my apartment for some air. I came back like 30 minutes later and C was waiting for me and confused where I'd been (she didn't see/hear me leave since she was still in the shower).

I apologized to her for looking at her phone but told her that I saw the texts from her partner, and that I was feeling kind of hurt that she hadn't told me that she had a more serious relationship going on, since she knows I value transparency. I specifically did not mention that I was also dating M or knew who he was because I felt I needed to scope out the situation more.

she ended up breaking down in tears and spilled everything. told me that M is her husband, that he doesn't know she's been seeing me, that shes felt so conflicted and guilty because she loves him but has really grown to love me too, that she feels wrong and dirty for keeping everything secret. I'm upset that I've been made into a mistress without knowing, but I try to talk to her about everything, we end up staying up super late talking and crying and pouring our hearts out. I still don't mention that I'm dating M too because I feel like I need to talk to him about this before any big decisions are made on my part.

I ended up inviting M to stay at my place a few nights later, and I confront him about the fact that I know he has a wife (made up something about my friend seeing them out together) and ask why he's kept this from me. his reaction was really similar. guilt, not understanding why he's attracted to two people at once, saying he very deeply loves C and doesn't want to leave her but really loves me too, says he's confused and doesn't know what to do. I don't mention to him that I know C or that I'm dating her.

I asked him if he's heard of polyamory before, and he said yes but he doesn't know anything about it really. I ended up encouraging him to maybe talk to his wife to see if that's something she'd be interested in, but he was terrified that she'd be hurt by the suggestion.

I really do love both of them and don't want to leave them. I've been poly for a long time and am very familiar with navigating ethical non monogamy, and to me this feels a lot like two poly people struggling to come to terms with and accept a facet of their sexualities, and they're just navigating that confusion and self discovery in ways that are...not great. but, I want to give them grace for their mistakes I guess?

so this is the part where I think I might be the asshole if I go thru with it. I've talked with both C and M separately about talking to their spouse about what's been going on and about polyamory in general, and they're both fucking terrified and really don't want to. so, I was thinking of inviting them both to my place at the same time to hash it out (without telling them that the other person will be there, since they still don't know I'm dating both of them). I think once they realize they've been dating the same person things might be easier to navigate, and will force them to confront what's been going on?? but also idk if springing this on them is the best thing I could do, but I really have no idea how to navigate this differently.

to be frank, if they love each other and both love me, my ideal outcome is that we continue things as they have been but with no secrecy and 100% transparency. I'm also afraid that even though they've both been seeing the same person and have expressed interest in polyamory after talking about it with me, they might feel personally betrayed by each other and everything could backfire spectacularly, AND I could possibly explode their whole marriage.

so, WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bellewintersroe · 1 year ago

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hiiii!! :) if you don't mind can you write something for nando? I am kinda going thru a fernando phase rn 🤭 ik ik. There is a lack of fics for him...I literally prob read all the fanfics in the app. If you don't want to it's totally fine!

Thanks a lot! :)))

honestly I’m 24/7 in my Fernando phase that man is beautiful so I’m happy for you hehehe, I agree there’s such a lack of fics!!! Thank you for your request I appreciate it, I hope some headcannons are okay for you!! <3 <3 some NSFW headcanons at the end, so feel free to skip that! Sorry this isn’t longer or more detailed, but I wrote it on a whim seeing your request!! <3

Fernando Alonso Headcanons x Reader

First of all this man is a goofball, he loves to have fun and joke around. I feel like a lot of the time he’d be such a lighthearted boyfriend, always smiling, anyways joking with you. He’d be soooo fun.

Obviously can be serious when the time comes- but he would 1000% crack up in situations he’s not supposed to. This in return would cause you, his partner to start giggling.

he’d deffo hide his face in your neck, muffling his giggles with hands gripping your hips for dear life.

probs gets you both in a spot of trouble, but he’d be sooo good at making up for it.

I think because he’s older he’d potentially be a better communicator? I mean who knows, maybe I’m delusional but I feel like Nando would be a really unproblematic boyfriend because he’s just sooo easy going and comfortable around you that there wouldn’t be much potential conflict.

Maybe you’d have normal couple bickers but I think Nando would start smirking in the middle of it and the subject immediately gets dropped or you laugh it off.

not too big on showing PDA, especially if you’re a private person, he knows being with him comes with lot of media attention.

gets confused when people start making edits of you? But low key watches them and enjoys seeing your beautiful face plastered all over his phone.

probs changes his screen saver to a pic of you both and it would remain that exact same picture for the next 100 decades.

pulls your hair (gently) to wind you up, pinched your bum (in private), pokes you, bites you- I feel like he’d like to tease you as a form of fun.

holds your hand in public and guides you through crowds, especially if you’re nervous onfggggg no imagine his arms like barricading in front of you so nobody can get near you.

not afraid to get a lil physical if somebody does cross that boundary. Nothing too intense, but he’d hold a hand out, pushing maybe a little too firmly, to get them away from you.

Protects you physically and emotionally? I can’t think of the right word, but he protects your modesty always.

let’s say it’s a little blustery on the beach and you’re wearing a shorter dress- the paps would be obsessive and Fetnando would stand in front of you so they couldn’t get a single glimpse of you.

no omg he’d hold your skirt down with his thumb and forefinger to prevent anything being flashed. You wouldn’t even realise what was going on, but Nando being used to the vulture activity, knows exactly what they’d be attempting to get pics of. Gross!!

sooo polite when meeting your family and friends aahhhhhh- and after you’ve met his family I can imagine him being all giddy and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a kiss.

LOVES seeing you on the race weekends, the atmosphere is sooooo much more fun and rewarding when you’re at the GP’s

nsfw headcanons:

This man gives you the most intense eye contact and sex eyes ever.

would mutter your name to himself when he’s teasing you or something, ugh it’s so sexy with his accent.

like it’s your first few times meeting and the sexual attraction between you both is unreal, you’d melt under his gaze omfg.

holds your hand through it, loves it when you grip his arms omfg.

oh omfg 10928473% talks you through it. So so sexy, especially when he switched it up to Spanish one time. He nervously laughed a little, but when he realised you loved it omfg, he’d ramp up the dirty talk.

you’re deffo his good girl and his baby ugh he’s so vocal, especially when he’s close to finishing.

always asks if you’re okay, if you’re comfortable, consent is a huge turn on idgaf- he makes everything sexy and you’d just feel so safe and respected with him.

Fernando would deffo love doggy like omfg, imagine him going at it I can’t it’s sinful-

When you guys do missionary he’d put his whole bodyyyyy into it like omg.

Probs goes feral when you suck him off for the first time.

eats pussy like a king- and when you pull his hair omg he’s moaning against you.

Youd probs find him in his fireproofs so sexy and when he gets a little touchy the two of you practically RACE back to the hotel or wherever you’re staying.

expect several memes being made of this in the morning, when Nando’s pictured squeezing your bum and staring at your boobies omg- everybody goes feral.

Such a romantic and passionate lover, not into anything too cringe, but would try pretty much anything you want.

probs gets giggly after sex.

#fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso smut #fernando alonso x y/n #fernando alonso headcanons #Fernando Alonso #F1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 x reader smut #F1 headcanons #f1 x reader headcanons

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girldriveroscar · 4 months ago

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Re: size of landoscar. Love your write up haha. Truly any narrative can be validated bc every pic looks different ‼️I do have two pics that are crucial landoscar comparisons imo:

https://www.tumblr.com/answerringg/770682515577077760/their-size-difference-oh-lando-is-getting

This pic is a screen grab from a vid but just in general he looks huge this whole video 😭 like you mentioned I think his bad posture eventuates that + optical illusion but wow. What a satisfying visual re: him vs Lando. Like FINE I’ll buy into the whole ‘Lando’s so small🥺’ that both Lando and Oscar like to perpetuate🤷‍♀️

there’s also a vid of Oscar+ a fan and the comments/fan all mention how surprisingly tall Oscar is. Like Lando said in that first Mclaren vid… Oscar doesn’t seem tall.. but he is. (tall being like 5’10/11 lol)

https://www.tumblr.com/mara-xx/770330916757372928/needed-a-last-minute-birthday-cake-so-i-called-up

^ And this one is just self explanatory 💗

Anyway sorry for the length but my last random thoughts — even as someone who’s never paid attention to lando til like 5 seconds ago, I can tell he’s gone through a massive glow up. And to make this rpf bc why not, how lucky for oscar —the guy who’s been a fan of forever— to experience Lando in his prime (thus far). Oscar said #invest #manifest

THIS and THIS for ease…

THESE SUITS WERE SO. fuck that ugly ass diagonal suit broOAUGH. this era..peak landoscar size diff cus like oscar Jus grew n lando had Not.

but ok like they r Literally always changing sizes. frm the front to the back to the outfit to the angle

i could find a Billion examples atp !!

why doesnt the big twink eat the little twink seeing this Reformed my brain n the way i see them bc. from the front they r so

0 and o

like oscars small horizontally (again FROM THE FRONT!) while landos smaller vertically. but theyre both Small Basically. (#f1drivers)

but at the same time. theres a lot of muscle mass packed into their frames. and as they shift arnd / have better or worse posture / flex and unflex. theyre either Twigs or Big.

its shrödingers landoscar… theyre big and small… i think the only real conclusion for this wld amount frm seeing them in the flesh. which i dont intend to do or ever report on. LOL. probably.

i fully believe oscars taller than he looks tho. ESP after this year. end of 2023 vs start of 2024 and end of 2024 for reference. i think its a slight growth spurt maybe i am… being kind to oscar though…

anyways thank u for the oscass pic. that photo genuinely makes me Claw and rattle the bars of my enclosure like he is so Perfectly bouncy in that. n lando is my pancake in a way…

and bc youre landoscaring im landoscaring. Under the cut tho.

the fact oscars not even.. big… n they stil BOTH push this narrative of lando is sooo itty bitty…

the way sue Cs it oscar is so giddy about being in on the “lando is the small and fiercely dominant” joke after following said smallest boys career When He was Actually the Smallest… like he is living out his 15 yr old dream please excuse his excitement he Literally is just in on the joke now. of course hes milking it. ijsk he wanted to b george russell soooo bad. hes Crazy. let him have this bit.

lando i think leans into his smallness as a shield bc its all hes ever known and been told. but thats a whole deeper convo. still cannot bring myself to edit that lando analysis Very apologetic the thoughts might hv to die in my drafts <\3

the #invest made me LOLLLL. hes so true. following a guy frm his feeder series bc u Saw the potential in him. Watching him get to F1. Moving frm adolescence leaving everything familiar to u behind to kart with the same team. Stumbling behind in his footsteps. Getting to F1 right by his side. And then u won a championship w him. brought glory back to ur team through the power of Literally Just getting along.. and u have these weird charged events of tension that Somehow get ironed out Somehow.. And ur so completely the opposite of everything he knows and yet the longest teammate he has Ever Had..oOh My Goooood

we rlly dont… give enough time and energy to JUST HOW crazy of a coincidence that is. js think ab how exciting it is for Us when the F2/F3 driver ur following makes it into F1 !! like if Luke Browning or Fred Vesti ever got a seat im Doing Actual Backflips. IT RLY IS LIKE. #invest #manifest now add on everything else??? LIKE WHAT!!!!! god they make me crazy. and somehow lando got super stupid hot and hes a race winner and can actually groan out loud when he fucks instead of whimpering pathetically. that’s crazy man. 🚬🚬🚬🚬

#welp. good luck charlie (oscar)#oscar piastri #lando norris #landoscar #asks #oscsense

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silent-sanctum · 3 months ago

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♡ Valentine's Special: Birds of a Feather - Jotaro x Reader

Hey everyone~ It's your slowest fic writer back with a late Valentine's fic for yall. I know I still have your requests in my inbox but I swear I'm getting into them. I think I got my adhd monkey brain to chill the fuck down. But anyways! Fic! Right here! 3taro Modern AU with no Stands! Hope you enjoy! ♡

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Today was Valentine’s… and never in his life had he been nervous around another person. More so if said person was his first significant other.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t aware of the special day when he’d been overthinking to the max the night prior. Is there a plan for this whole thing? What should I wear? Where do we go? Should I loan some extra cheesy emotions from a non-existent feelings bank? He wasn’t one to plan anything to begin with.

Jotaro may be a grumpy asshole that beats the living shit out of scumbags, but he’s not that type of asshole to do just the bare minimum for his girlfriend and not care about it. There was also the fact you were the type to put so much effort into events like this that if he were to be a shit boyfriend now, you might as well cut things off early to spare the trouble.

It was to be expected that he’d spend the occasion with you for the whole day for Valentine's and so he did his usual morning routine: Get out of bed, shower, cook a small breakfast, and then prepare for the date.

Shit. What should I wear? Jotaro furrowed his brows as he scanned his wardrobe of dark coats and jackets. Huh… maybe I should invest in some color… Damnit, why am I thinking this right now?

A ping from his phone brought him out of his thoughts. He picked the smartphone up from his nightstand and peeked at the notification. A text message from you. Immediately, he tapped the screen to read your first words of the day and reply:

“Good morning starlight~ U know what day it is~” “Morning sunshine… and yeah I know” “Whatcha planning to wear? Asking for… research purposes.” “I’m honestly not sure… something dark ig? I don’t exactly have that much vibrancy in my closet except for my white shirts.” “It’s fine! What color of dark exactly?”

Jotaro hummed and ran his hand over a few of his choices: Black. Dark brown. Dark gray. Another black. Black again. And then-

“I’m going in this dark blue jacket with a white shirt. Probably with baggy jeans and white tennis shoes.” “Alrighty then, I’ll keep that in mind~” “Why ask though?” “You’ll see.”

He huffed, a fond smile plastered on his face.

“Meet at your place right?” “Yep. At 10. Soooo, you only have 30 minutes left puppy.” “Yeah, yeah. I got the memo, Your Highness.” “See u <3” “See you”

He dropped his phone on his bed so he could get into his choice of clothes. Jotaro stepped in front of his mirror and adjusted his outfit one more time, before reaching for his hat and sling bag and heading out of his apartment.

It was only when he walked a couple of steps into the city proper that he’d be hit with the full significance of Valentine’s Day. Almost every advertisement flashed on the big screens and shops were of couples posing with each other, holding the product that was now on a special discount sale for the month of love. There were even buildings that had hearts and love-adjacent decorations hung up for the day, paired with love songs blaring from the speakers.

But the abundance of red wasn’t the highlight of his whole trip to you… it was the number of couples walking down the streets, hand in hand already having a headstart to the day. Good grief, if they’re up that early then they’d probably already booked several food shops full.

He kept one hand in his pant pocket as Jotaro tipped his hat over his face as he walked past the passing crowd glancing at him for his height.

Just then, as he stepped down into the subway, the numerous stores that occupied the station were no exception to the occasion as vendors displayed shelves full of gifts and bouquets with large signs trying to convince people to buy their products, and people did.

That’s right. I should get her something. His stride slowed down as he eyed the various selections they had to offer, hyper-focused on what’s the best for you. It didn’t matter how pricey it was. He could afford it.

By the time he got off the station and back out onto the streets, Jotaro looked a bit more proud of himself as he had a large teddy bear holding a box of chocolates in his arm and a bouquet of red roses and white chrysanthemum in the other. Was it expensive? Yes. But again, he could not give a shit.

Eventually, he ended up standing in the entryway of your apartment building. He adjusted the gifts in his arms as he fished for his phone in his bag to ring your phone. The call connected.

“I’m here,” he said, starting to stand awkwardly in front of the entrance where the guard occasionally glanced at the teenager that's constantly looking up at the glass windows of the building, as if that would bring you down faster. “Where are you? You even ready?”

“How about you turn around and look yourself?”

Jotaro did and his breath hitched at the sight of you smiling up at him, cheeky and dressed pretty in a white bow, dark blue turtleneck underneath a white woolly blouse, denim skirt, and white shoes. “O-Oh…” He ended the call.

“So? Not too bad, hm?” You gave a little twirl and he felt his lips curl into a smile. He wasn’t one to blurt his bubbling feelings out loud so all he responded was with a lighthearted grunt.

In the next minute, he realized he had presents bought for you and he cleared his throat as he offered them to you without further explanation, the warmth in his cheeks never ceasing. A big smile bloomed on your face as you took the teddy bear and bouquet off his hands. “This is lovely~ Thank you, jagi.”

Jotaro still shied away from your happy gaze and gave out another acknowledging grunt with his hands in his pockets and his face faintly fuming, but he knew you didn’t mind his bashfulness one bit as you hugged both gifts in your arms. His heart might have fluttered. Just a bit.

“Now that we’re together, do you have somewhere you want to take me to?”

Fuck. Here’s where my shit planning comes to bite me. He pressed his lips together and fought the urge to kick a nearby pebble. “I… Honestly… have no clue. Compared to you, I’m new to this place so I don’t know any hot spot to go…”

“That’s okay. I already have an itinerary for our Valentine’s Day special date,” you said nonchalantly.

At your admission, Jotaro scowled but without the irritation or the annoyance. “Then why’d you ask me?”

“To tease you,” you looked up at him with a mischievous smile. “You know I like seeing you all flustered and shy.” He flicked your forehead with a quiet grumble and in return, you playfully swatted his chest. “Yah!”

“You’re such an annoying brat.”

You smirked, rolling your eyes. “Your annoying brat, asshole. But enough chatter, let’s start the day with some lunch.” He huffed back with a curl to his lip.

Side by side, both of you headed to a quaint little cafe down the street with banners and signage befitting for the day of love. The second you two stepped inside the small establishment, a cozy warmth and aroma of coffee and pastries engulfed the young pair, gladly welcoming them inside. And much to his expectations, surrounding them were other couples indulging in their lunch.

In front of them was a short line, so you took the time to go over the menu above the cashier’s head and nudged your boyfriend what he’d like to have. By the time they reached the front, you took over the whole ordering process automatically (considering his knowledge of your language was bare bones and he’s still going over the more intermediate levels).

And he wasn’t going to lie… but he found it oddly endearing to stand there and be this tall, imposing, and intimidating guy, but have his head either looking away or ducked down shyly as his shorter and pretty partner did all the talking with little to no problem.

There was an instance of him spotting one more food item in the menu he forgot to mention and so the cashier had to watch him lightly tug your blouse just to lean down and murmur you to order an additional treat. To which you did right after he said so.

Jotaro should’ve brought a face mask if he was going to blush this much at every single goddamn thing, even from the way the cashier lady remarked how adorable his scary-looking ass behaved.

But he could get past that as their order was taken and they sat at a table with a beeper, waiting. It took a couple of minutes until the device beeped and as a knee-jerk reaction, he stood up fast before you could and took the beeper with him as he walked to the counter to grab their orders.

The last thing he wanted was to feel like he was letting you do everything. However, once he picked up the tray with your orders on it and delivered them to your table, Jotaro furrowed his brows again as he realized that his late order wasn’t among the dishes.

“What’s wrong, jagi?” You asked as you swirled your iced americano.

He sighed and took his seat, taking his iced latte and egg drop sandwich from the tray. “It’s… It’s fine.”

“You know I can tell when you’re holding back from telling me so spill,” you huffed before biting into the thick brioche and scrambled eggs.

There was no arguing with you when it came to his stay in your home city. You always made sure to be stubborn when he showed signs of complacency, and while it can sometimes be unnecessary to go through the extra effort, he was always appreciative of your intentions. “They… uh… they forgot my tiramisu cake…”

It was your turn to furrow your brows as you scanned the receipt and had a look over at it. “Huh… maybe they’re still making it. How about we give it a few more minutes? You okay with that?”

He nodded and began biting down into his egg sandwich. And damn… it was delicious. Dessert grievances aside.

You started easing into the banter that both of you grew comfortable with, the playful jabs and lowkey compliments successfully distracting him from the fact he had a missed order. You always had the type of sass he liked to butt heads with. Both of you started sharing drinks, getting both bitter and sweet coffee worlds together.

Midway through their lunch, his tiramisu hadn’t arrived yet, and honestly, he couldn’t care less about it anymore. He was enjoying his sandwich and latte, and you were happy. Those were enough for him. However, you remembered it clearly and gave that little cock of your head when a discrepancy was present.

“Y/N, it’s fine really-”

But you were already up and heading to the counter with the receipt. Fortunately, you remained civil as you called the cashier lady’s attention about his missing dessert.

A few seconds later, you returned with two small plates with the delectable brown and white cake on each. You handed him one and kept the other. “I could’ve sworn I ordered one…”

“Well, I wanted sweets too. So,” you shrugged, already slicing off a piece of the treat. “I ordered an extra one for myself.”

“I had plans to share mine. You didn’t have to…”

You smiled, a faint pink blooming in your cheeks. “Now you don’t have to. You can enjoy your order in peace, good sir.” You had a forkful of cake ready to be eaten, but before you could put it in your mouth, another forkful of cake hovered in front of you.

Jotaro stared at you with a deadpan expression. “I insist. First bite at least.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately as you conceded and opened your mouth for him to feed you his tiramisu. He watched you beam with delight and smiled, proud of himself. He sliced another piece for himself but you returned the favor and did the same thing he did.

Who was he to decline?

Before meeting you, Jotaro would have scoffed at the sight and idea of a couple doing “couple” things as it would’ve been too disgustingly sweet that it looked unreal. But right now? With you and him enjoying and feeding each other a simple dessert with matching smiles? Perhaps this whole couple shit wasn’t all that bad…

Both of you had your fill and exited the cafe to head to your next location. You lead the way with a small pep to your step and voice, your hand intertwined with his in his pocket. You still hugged the bear in your other arm while he had the task of carrying your bouquet in his arm.

Outside with you like this, under the bright sky and chilly breeze… it was nice and the slight PDA wasn’t out of place at all. It was right. It was natural just like how he’d seen other pairs walk about earlier this morning.

En route to your destination, you walked through a park with groups of all types wandering about: Couples, families, friend groups, the elderly, people with pets, etc. Down the path, there were one to two food trucks serving snacks, and in another were booths selling gifts and trinkets.

You paused to take a look, and the lady behind the stall kindly welcomed their presence, immediately complimenting them as a lovely young couple. In her booth, she sold tiny “chibi-fied” animal plushies in the form of keychains. You fixed your gaze at a grumpy little black wolf and a mischievous little ragdoll cat staring at you with their beady eyes.

At the end of the exchange, you dangled both keychains in your hand, smiling at the two plush animals bumping into each other as you walked through the park with him still by your side, watching intently. “Aren’t they cute?”

Jotaro hummed, staring at the keychains with you. You paused and turned to him, handing him the wolf plush. “Here you go, my grouchy puppy.”

“I’m not that grouchy…” He scowled, resisting the urge to pout as he takes the keychain plush into his hand. He narrowed his eyes at the soft toy canine, unknowingly mirroring its expression. He raised it next to his head and grumbled. “Do I really look this grumpy?”

You looked at both of them and laughed softly behind your hand. “You want me to take it off your hand, hm?” You reached up, faking an attempt to get the wolf keychain. “Give it over then-”

“Don’t!” He yanked his hand away from your grabby hand and held it close to his chest. He grumbled out the next words with heated cheeks. “No returns… it’s mine now.”

You smirked. “Grumpy puppy.” To that, he glared at you lightheartedly, his fingers petting the plush’s fake fur.

Further down your trek, after a couple more bantering, your cat plush ended up dangling from your shoulder bag’s handle while his wolf plush dangled from his sling bag.

Just as you headed to the exit, you spotted a couple exiting a photo booth nearby, laughing to themselves as they look at the 4 strips in their hands. Jotaro followed your gaze and exhaled deeply, knowing your love of getting photographs. He wasn’t that interested in pictorials, but it made you happy, so why not make an exception?

You didn’t have to do much convincing when he already nodded before you could say anything. You pulled him with you as you hurried over to slip through the curtain with your boyfriend before anyone else could enter. Both of you took a seat in front of the pastel background.

8 poses. 4 each for the 2 sets of photos. He watched you tapping the preferred settings and peeped at you wanting 2 copies, knowing well that despite his lack of interest of having his photo taken, he liked keeping mementos of loved ones. The machine notified them to get ready.

You instructed him on what poses they should do for the first batch of photos. Both of you smiled as you did a couple of peace signs, did a “cool” pose with finger guns, gave each other finger horns or bunny ears (he didn’t know which exactly but who cares) behind each other’s heads, and pressed your cheeks together for the last one of the set.

For the second batch, he suggested to do a bunch of heart poses for the camera and you agreed to it. By the time the booth told them to pose, you and Jotaro looked into the camera ready. You had your usual smile on, your hand forming one half of a heart on your cheek. He copied you and formed the other half on his cheek. Then a snap.

When the timer for the second shot count down, you wanted to do a finger heart next, but Jotaro glanced at you and in perfect timing, he kissed your cheek just as the camera snapped the picture. You widened your eyes at his sudden gesture and in return, he smirked at you.

By the time the timer reset, you threw your arms around his neck and caught him off guard with a kiss to his lips. And then another snap of the camera. You couldn’t care enough to coordinate another pose as both of you smiled in the middle of the mutual kiss, his hand resting behind your head as the camera took the final snap.

They got out that booth, smiles still plastered over their faces as the photo strips are printed out for both of them.

As the afternoon flew by, the couple found themselves in an indoor amusement park to spend the remaining time basking in a variety of rides, carnival games with their prizes, several snacking sessions, matching headbands, and ending their experience there on the ice rink, skating around the surface side by side or with one of you ahead of the other.

Jotaro might have slipped and tumbled from time to time, but you were there to help him up albeit with a tease and a chuckle. One time, he decided to return the favor and yank you with him as he lost balance again, but making sure he caught you as you fell on him after the tumble.

You glared at him with faux annoyance but with a quick boop to your nose, you burst into a fit of giggles and he chuckled after you.

Night took over the skies and for the last hours of Valentine’s, you took him down one last stroll down by the city’s flowing stream, the lights shining warmly from the walls in contrast to the bright red and pink lighting of the temporary Valentine’s Day statues in the middle of the stream.

By now, he had to admit, he was exhausted, and judging from the way you kept leaning onto him with a slight drag to your steps, you were too. But neither wanted to part from each other just yet.

And so the two of you sat on one of the benches, the many presents and prizes from the theme park resting beside you. Both of you stayed in comfortable silence as you watched people pass by to admire and visit the urban body of water in the peace of night.

Jotaro took a deep breath in and out, relaxing fully with his head resting atop yours that rested on his shoulder. “How was it?”

“Hm?” You hummed in question.

“Our date for today… how was it? Was it good?” He said. “Or were you expecting something else to do…?”

He glanced down at you, and he found you already staring up at him with a content smile on your face. “It’s perfect. Today was so much fun~ We got to do so much, and I couldn’t ask for more.”

At that, he smiled, his heart lighter and fluttering from the fact that he wasn’t a shit boyfriend after all and that despite his lack of relationship experience, he made you happy just by being the way he was, doing his best. “I’m… I’m glad.”

“Is it bad that I’m already wanting to go on another date with you as soon as tomorrow?”

He scoffed. “Oi. At that rate, you’d grow tired of me.”

“With how reserved you can be? I doubt that,” you chuckled. “You always surprise me in some way shape or form.”

Jotaro huffed. “We’ll see about that.” He looked at you again and just for the fun of it, he leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead. “But… you know I’ve grown used to you. Hanging out together might not be such a bad thing.”

You returned the gesture as you kissed his nose. “Is that yes then?”

“Don’t get cocky, you little shit.”

“… So a yes?”

He scoffed with a smile. Good grief. “Yeah.”

#i might have sped up the ending just a lil bit oops #but still... they're so fcking cute omg #jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro kujo

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marvelobsessed134 · 2 years ago

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Package delivered

A/n: Back again with more Nat smut because I love her and I am down bad soooo yeah enjoy!

Pairings: Masculine!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, strap on use, degradation, rough sex, reader wears a maid outfit lol, dom!natasha, sub!reader, squirting, and I think that’s it let me know if I forgot any.

Summary: you and your girlfriends special package as arrived and you have some much needed fun.

It was just a normal afternoon in your small home in the outskirts of New York City when the doorbell rang. You told Nat you’d answer it, right when she was about to get up. The assassin’s eyes were trained on the screen since the New York Giants were playing against the Miami Dolphins. Of course, her being a big Giants fan she has to watch this. However you’re a Dolphins fan so the two of you butt heads all the time about what team is better but it’s all in good fun.

You’re not as invested as she is, you only picked the dolphins because of their name and the cute dolphin logo. You opened the door to find a medium sized cardboard box. Immediately you were filled with excitement and you felt your panties getting wet at the knowledge of what’s inside that box. You picked it up before closing and locking the door, skipping into the living room happily.

“Oh Natty…” you cooed. She looked at you, taking her eyes off the game before asking, “What is it, babe?”

You held the box in the air, “It’s here!”

You saw her eyes go darker and her demeanor shifting. “Oh, our special stuff is here?”

You nodded and jumped up and down before sitting on her lap, pecking her on the lips.

“Can we open it?” You asked.

“Sure, baby of course. Been waiting for this for months.” Long story short you and your girlfriend looked through a sex toy website and got a couple things. A couple sexy costumes for you and a strap for Natasha to wear. You’ve never really had experience with a strap but you’re definitely open to it.

The redhead used her pocket knife to cut through the tape and open the box. Inside were a bunch of packages for the costumes and she took them all out before quickly closing the box.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“It’s a surprise, detka. There’s a reason I ordered this on my own.” She chuckled.

That made you more excited. You didn’t know what it looked like, how big it was…

Your eyes drifted down to the costumes. They consisted of,

A sexy maid

A sexy nurse

A sexy cop

And a sexy Harley Quinn outfit that was just labeled as a ‘Jester Girl’ to avoid copyright or whatever. The two of you love to act out cheesy porn scenarios and these are the perfect things to do it with. Minus the Harley one because Natasha is a big DC fan and just wants to see her girl in a Harley getup. Can you blame her?

“So, which one do I try on?” You asked.

Natasha scoped over the costumes before her eyes landed on the maid outfit. “This one for sure. You’d make a dirty little maid.”

You chuckled, “Okay. Should I go put it on now?”

“Oh yes please baby.” And with that you walked into your shared bedroom and put on the outfit. It has a short, black velvet skirt with white lace trim and a small apron, a matching crop top with puff sleeves and white detailing.

The skirt was short and you could see your white, cotton panties through them. Natasha loved when you wore white panties for some reason. Something about how innocent it looks.

You took a deep breath before walking out of the doorway and yelling, “Can I come out now?”

“Yes.” Nat called back and you walked down the hall and into the living room. Her eyes were immediately glued to your body and she bit her lip.

“Well, do you like it?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

“Oh definitely. Give me a twirl baby.” She demanded and you did as you were told.

“Fuck.” She muttered under her breath.

“Nat, I know we’re supposed to do the whole roleplay thing but I’m so horny I need you now.” You whined.

The redhead looked amused at that, “Well then, you’ll be pleasantly surprised with my new cock.”

“Get down on your knees baby.” And you got on your knees, right in front of her crotch. You could see the bulge through her pants. You watched as she undid them before dropping them and her boxers off, revealing the pretty large strap. It was about 7 inches.

Eyes widening, you said, “I don’t know- how is this going to fit in me? I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Oh, you’ll take it. Now, are you gonna suck my dick or not?” So, you quickly got to work by first licking up to the top then taking the whole thing in your mouth. You began to suck her cock while she was sitting back still watching the game.

“Yeah, let’s go!” She cheered.

“Natty?” You asked. You wanted to see if she was enjoying this too. Not just you.

“No talking, slut. Suck my cock.” The Russian said sternly. Your lips parted in shock before obeying her. Fuck, you loved sucking it. It got you even wetter than before.

You moved your head all the way down, taking it at the back of your throat which made you gag. “Oh yeah, look at you choke on my cock.” She smirked.

After awhile, your jaw was tired and Natasha could tell so she grabbed your hair and pulled your head up. She saw the drool dripping from your mouth down to your breasts and the string of saliva connecting you with the strap.

“Tsk, such a dirty maid. Come on up here and lay down for me.”

You laid on the couch and your girlfriend pulled your panties down. “Looks like someone made a mess.” She chuckled before diving into your pussy, eating you out like you were her last meal.

“Oh! Oh god!” You moaned.

Her tongue flicked on your clit before going back in between your folds. “Mmm Nat.” You moaned again before feeling you coming closer and closer to your finish.

“You’re close, I can feel it, cum for me sweetheart.” And you did, crying out.

“Good girl. Hm, you think you’re ready for my dick?”

You nodded furiously.

“Hmmm I don’t know, this pussy’s pretty tight.” She teased as she started to slowly pump two fingers in and out of you.

“No, please, I can take it. I want your big cock so bad.” You moaned desperately.

So, she lined up to your entrance before pushing in. Your eyes rolled back, you whimpered as you felt it stretch your walls.

“Fuck you’re so so tight,” The assassin groaned before starting to thrust into you.

Your brows furrowed and you gripped onto her shoulders. “Mmm faster.”

“What do we say?”

“Please.”

“You want me to go faster baby? I’ll show you faster.” And she quickened her pace, now pounding into you without mercy.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” You cried.

“Oh my god you’re so beautiful.”

“I love you natty.”

“Fuck, I love you too Y/n.”

And as she kept hitting your g spot you clenched around her before squirting all over the toy and the leather couch.

“Holy fuck that’s hot. I didn’t know you were a squirter.” She pulled her strap out before licking up everything. Then, she forced you on your knees again.

“For a maid, you’ve made quite the mess. Clean it up.” Natasha demanded and you sucked her cock once again, licking up your own cum and arousal.

The redhead leaned back, wiping some sweat from her forehead. “Fucking love this day.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #top natasha #natasha romanoff smut #smut #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #smutty fanfic

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anotheroceanid · 2 months ago

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because you're my writing inspiration, i've decided to pester you with questions about it! >:) if you don't mind ❤️

what's your creative process look like? what normally comes first to you, the idea for a plot, specific moments, vibes/themes, world building, etc.?

what type of character is your favorite to write? what's your favorite relationship dynamic to write?

how do decide a character needs to die? (like a named, known-by-the-audience character, not Red Shirt #3 lol)

favorite type of comment to receive? don't say "any comment" >:) longer, more WTHB-centered questions:

WTHB is shaping up to be a very long story juggling a lot of characters that spans YEARS(i'm obsessed with it—so excited), how do you even begin to break down and organize the story beats for something this big? do you picture it like a series of movies or novels? like tv show episodes? or does it truly just all come together as one massive plot arc in your mind? summing such a large work down into one concise summary sounds daunting

any advice on writing romance? Percy and Apollo have barely appeared together in flashbacks even, most of their love story has been off-screen, but you make them so compelling! i feel their yearning in my soul T-T

i find this question hard to ask for some reason. WTHB!Percy is a mother currently being held hostage, do you ever worry that people will think she's been relegated to a damsel in distress or just "the mom" character?

This will be a long answer but I got soooo excited with this ask

Soooo

1. Yk how people categorise themselves as plotters and pantsers? I think I’m a plantser 😅

Like, my first “inspiration” can be anything (I’ve literally dreamed with things that then became stories), so when I get some idea banging on my head I start to imagine how it’d look like as a story, so I set the tone I want before I write anything.

From then, I start imagining important scenes that will drive the plot. One of the first scenes I imagined for WTHB (once I had defined who the kids would be, because I spent a lot of time making up kid ocs until I ended up with the triplets, with Luke being the only one I was decided from the start) was the boys being taken scene, then Hector meeting Jason, then a few scenes between Annabeth and Milo that didn’t happen yet.

So, like I said, I am a plantser, which means I do plot (a lot) but I still like to keep some things open so I can change if I figure something out while I’m writing.

What I do, I set the main plots and it’s narrators (if there is more than one), since I’m using WTHB as an example, rk we have these

The Greek Arc (Annabeth & Milo)

The Roman Arc (Jason & Hector)

Percy’s Arc

Apollo’s Arc (which is also the god’s arc)

So, these arcs affect each other. What character A does in Place 1 can affect Character B in place 2 and vice versa, so even if these characters aren’t interacting directly, they still cause things to happens in each others lives.

This is relevant because rk almost all characters of WTHB are separated geographically, but their stories are interconnected.

What I like to do, is write each characters arc but using a mind map, so I make a linear mapping using some structure (heroine arc, hero arc, seven plot structure, you can pick whatever you want, I usually use heroine’s arc even for men).

You can use obsidian, miro, or even draw it at hand.

But the mind map give you a visual way to develop your plot, so you can see when each plot point takes place. And the thing is, not always the characters are synchronised, so I organise it in a way that events happening more or less at the same time are aligned, and if some event from A affects B I draw a line connecting them or even explain what happened.

I don’t have my laptop with me rk, but it is more or less like this:

This way, you can figure out the main events of the story without having to write EVERYTHING that will happen. If you need to change something, you know more or less how it’ll affect every characters.

I also make a timeline of events (this because I’m dealing with a lot of worldbuilding, so I better know when things happened even if I’m not using it directly on the story). I also, sometimes, write down some topics like I live in that world and I’m giving myself a class about those events.

Another thing I like to do, is organising the chapters even before I write them. I use scrivener to write, but you can do it on obsidian to (I use scrivener for worldbuilding only). Each character have a different number of chapters, it depends on the arc. Like, Percy and Apollo are the only narrators of their arcs, but both the Greek and Roman arc have two narrators, so the narrators share the amount of chapters.

This is it, then I write. If needed, I go back and re-do something. I’m always re-reading the chapters I already posted, because sometimes I forget a few details.

Sometimes I draw to inspire myself to write, this helps too 😂 and vice versa. I think the hardest part is when you’re dealing with a large geographical space, and your characters are all scattered, specially when they have to move around and you have to make math so it makes sense, specially when it’s not your own country 🤒

2. I like writing the “colateral effect” characters. Like, using WTHB as an example again. I love writing Percy, Apollo, the triplets, ofc I do. I love them. But there’s something so enjoyable about writing Annabeth and Jason because, while they did a not of horrible things, they were thrown in that mess and they’re just dealing with it.

3. 😵😵😵 Okay, harsh. But usually, since I keep going back and forth and imagining different outcomes, so I play with killing characters. Then I consider the impact of their deaths to the other characters and to the story as a whole.

4. As you can see, I love talking. So I loooveee comments I have to answer topic by topic. But I still appreciate all of them, it’s just that I like interacting 😅

5. I kind of answered this one in the first topic, but I make myself a lot of content where I can check my own work. And yeah, I imagine as a show 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ as a novel 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ as an animation 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ as a Bollywood movie 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ as a broadway musical 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ as a lot of things.

But nope, even though now I can’t tell the whole arc as block of text if needed, I think that’s counterproductive to me. So I work with mind maps, I use the actual map to have an idea where the characters are and where they’re going, I make sheets sometimes, and ofc, the timeline (I mean, I always say that, but the timeline of the story ain’t linear, so things are happening in different times for different characters, and I need to know 😂)

6. Actually romance is actually hard to me, I just focus in creating a meaningful connection between the characters through their similarities and their differences. I’m a sucker for friends to lovers, so I try showing how character A and B learn things from each other, and appreciate each other beyond a physical sphere. Idk if that makes much sense, but this is it. And to antagonise it, their own faults (in the case of Percy and Apollo, both have terrible self esteem and are always expecting the worst to happen, which lead them to jump into conclusions waaaay to fast).

7. The “damsel in distress” or “just the mom” character usually carries a lot of “why is this female characters who’s obvious in a vulnerable situation don’t get out” that comes from a misogynistic point of view. It’s always the double standard: male characters are manipulated, female characters take dumb decisions, male characters are, among other things, fathers, female characters are mothers, sisters and/or lovers.

So like, I try being truthful to the character because IK this sort of interpretation will exist either way. Ik that Percy, despite being in that state, isn’t reduced to none of those. While she may be way to believing of Gaea, she doesn’t jump into the conclusion Orion and Medea are good people just because Gaea had them on their side. She’s in a place where she have to deal with the circumstances that she had, not with the circumstances that were ideal. From her standpoint, she doesn’t have any other allies.

And yeah, her main focus right now are her three sons, but is she meant to say “yup, not my problem” when they get kidnapped? Like, in canon, Percy was ready to die for his friends and etc. fem Percy too, and now she’s ready to die for her sons. It’s a very male Kronides x Female kronides situation. Demeter? Obsessive, awful mom who wouldn’t let Persephone do anything. Hades? Well, he was in love. Hera? Crazy women. Zeus? Oh, he’s just a man of his time.

So like, maybe some people think she’s falling into mom or damsel in distress trope? Maybe. But there’s nothing I can do about it. I just enjoy my time writing, because it’s not as if any of those people are paying me to write the character arc THEY want to see.

Btw, thanks for this ask. Hopefully it made sense, because I know I tend to talk a little more than necessary 😆

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haechan as… 💭 / your study buddy ⊹◞✿

haechan as your study buddy sounds like a complete nightmare

I KNOWWWW

but hear me out… Hear!!!!! me out I swear

when he’s determined, he can focus, it just takes … a bit too much in him to do that

not because he’s stupid, he’s super super smart when he’s actually trying

but you know… there are courses that are pain in the ass and you cannot even deny that

and as complete opposites.. you Do care about it, meanwhile he Does NOT give a shit about those

like he couldn’t care less if he failed introduction to philosophy

he doesn’t even know why he has to complete that course. like what’s the fucking point..

FUCK HEGEL???likeee

but you were hella determined to help him out and kind of motivate him

i mean, he wouldn’t mind a little extra cash as a scolarship either ???The least he can do is just sit down and study

that’s how it always have been anyways, ever since middle school

studying together at the library, solving math problems and talking shit in between two of these sessions

the latter part was hyuck’s favourite honestly, he’s such a shittalker fr (i get it, i am too)

he knows basically every gossip… that’s how it always have been! (he knew about the crush jisung had on one of the seniors back in high school and was sooooo into this little affair he singlehandedly ruined his chances… by accidentally spilling it all to the girlie… Oops was all he said too like LMFAO)

he starts and ends all of your uni study sessions with gossips as well honestly

he says it should be a sandwich (or some bullshit idk)–one nasty rumour, some molecular biology and one lighthearted gossip as a way to finish

letting some steam off

he’s not even sorry about it.. at least he has something to look forward to everytime you meet

he’s such a big gossiper it’s actually crazy

and when he gets soooo into it, his voice gets all squeaky and shit lol

him studying journalism doesn’t even help at all, like why is he so fucking interested in this

he says he wants to work at atlantic but… what are the chances? HE SHOULD STUDY

and that’s why you two were there!!! nose should be buried in books!!!!!!!

but his is… well, behind the screen of his phone, going through his instagram dms and showing off other girl’s messages

some extremely cute ones and some embarrassing love confessions as well

you cannot help but laugh when you see someone replying to his thirst trap stories with heart eyed emojis and shit

especially when you can recall how you literally called him a loser in your reply

i mean, you were right after all Lmfao

he knows you’re joking though.. he knows he’s hot as fuck and the most important: he knows that you know

but let’s get back to our main point ???Duh

you were Sat at one of the lesser crowded corners of the campus library, surrounded by a couple of notebooks, one half cup of coffee that has long gone cold, and your laptop–meanwhile hyuck only had one, pretty small notebook he used for every lecture he had, and it had been…

through a lot (as if a dog chewed on it or something but really it’s just that he didn’t care about it)

but anywaaaaays… in the first like, ten minutes he was actually working??? studying his stuff???? Even telling you some fun facts he could remember

like that’s how he is naturally, his method of learning is teaching at the same time as well

which is actually such a useful way imo, that’s how i do as well lmfao

but then you had to avert your attention and do the rest of your research paper to finally finish the project.. it had been ages since you’ve started and you were nowhere near the finish line

so he just.. went on his phone instead. he thrives on attention and when you’re not giving it to him… well YEAAAHHH

he intentionally puts the volume of his phone pretty high so he can annoy you with the sound of him typing and shit

going through tiktok and all

he’s such an asshole for that

but you like the presence of him. it’s soothing kinda that he’s .. there?? clearly not studying but keeping you company

i mean, doing this all alone would be rather depressing, isn’t it? You’re not a big fan of that

so he stays. because he’s aware.

and maybe, with some extra help, he could learn his material.. you just gotta take break more frequent so he can act like as if he was a lecturer ahah

mansplaining and shit ijbol

and at the end??? at the crack of the night??? walking you back to your dorm???? he’s the one offering you two should do this again soon

not tomorrow, he adds–there’s a frat party he’s expected to attend

but after that????He’s excited to do it again :P

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