#I don't care if you think it's cringe or whatever

[amplexadversary]

I deserve the exclusive right to an ability to explode specific peoples' phones and computers with my mind.

Tag standardizing project reminded me of some absolute dogshit opinions I've seen pretty recently.

[kittehbiscuits]

I keep rewatching this stupid movie it's been 6 times so far please tell me I'm not alone

[hydrasaura]

when i said that mha ripped off naruto (which i said only to piss off mha stans anyway) I didn't mean to sound like i was praising naruto. it was actually more like a sigh of disappointment, a reaction to seeing that all the problems that naruto had as a show transpired trough mha too and i was tired because watching naruto was enough for me but then i realized that my problem actually is that i can no longer stand watching shonen anime and i chose not to tire myself by cringing at the repetitive tropes and cliches anymore

[starpros-sunshine]

When others enjoy things in an overly emotional and enthusiastic way I find it tacky and rebarbative. When I do the exact same thing though it's different. Then it's appropriate and justified. Obviously.

[faceglitchsworld]

In honour of me finally reaching 100 followers here YAHOOOO I have two announcements to make.

First, I have finally made my tracking tag YAHOOOOOOO

It's #teresabunnies and it's open to everyone. The tag is open also for non-kpop content but if you're unsure about what I like, wait for the second announcement...

I made a carrd YAHOOOOO

I think it's much more comprehensive than a huge and unnecessary long pinned post, BUUUUUUUT the pinned post is still here, it's just more short and more pretty to look at it.

That's it, end of the milestone post.

[snatcher-no-snatching]

I'm so glad it seems that protomen fans are all on the same page. Really love all the tags and comments like "yeah this is just the experience"

[germx]

im into astrology but not in the cringe fail way

[lazy-whistledown]

Reblogged with all the tag bc it spoke to me

Fuck it. If you're american the best thing you can do for Palestine right now is vote for Harris.

[dollishmehrayan]

# “THE WOMAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK…” ── .✦ ( batboys w an unhinged!reader and blunt!reader )

a/n: this is from my little brain of mine , and I like to honor it for @kyriakis anywhoo I’m back and omg 1k?! Alsoo guys dw! I’m gonna do the event tomorrow && I’m gonna pick out some prompts I have organized, so i didn't forget okay but i just got a lot of DMs asking when I’m gonna do it for you guyss so yeah it’s gonna be tomorrow since I’m gonna re-edit + add some ideas of your guys votes!! Tags: (batboys x unhinged!reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

He’s always caught off guard but loves it. Your bluntness is a breath of fresh air for Dick, who’s so used to diplomatic conversations. You say whatever’s on your mind with zero filter, and he’s like, “Oh, wow. Okay. I respect it.”

Hates it when you don’t hold back with him. He’s used to being the charming, funny guy who makes everyone laugh, but you hit him with a “That was dumb, don’t do that again” and his brain short circuits for a second. “You can’t just say that!” “Why not?”

Finds it hilarious when you wreck other people’s egos. You have zero time for anyone’s nonsense, and when someone messes up, you let them know. Dick’s in the background, trying not to laugh. “Do you not think before you speak?!…” He’s always acts so shocked but hey, he’s kinda enjoying it unless it’s aimed at him. (He can’t fight verbally for the life of him without saying some cringe shit)

Doesn’t even try to change you. Dick knows what he’s getting into, and he loves you for it. He’s never going to ask you to ‘tone it down.’ He actually finds your unapologetic attitude pretty hot.

He’s 50% worried you’ll get into trouble, 50% impressed. But in the end, he’ll always back you up, saying, “She’s just honest. Get used to it.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Finally, someone who speaks his language. Jason lives for the fact that you don’t care what people think. He loves how blunt you are, especially when you cut through the BS with the precision of a sharp knife.

Gets protective when people try to push your boundaries. If someone dares disrespect you, Jason’s the first one to step in. “You’ve got a problem with her? You’ve got a problem with me.”, “Jason that was so fucking cringey..”

Appreciates that you don't sugarcoat things for him. You’ll tell him exactly how it is, whether it’s about his attitude or a bad decision he made, and he respects it, it’s like the tt sound where “that’s when it hit me, it was the best idea I ever had..” but like this: “Not gonna lie, that was a terrible plan, Jay,” and he’ll just nod. “Fair.”

You guys have the most chaotic, weirdest conversations. It’s a mix of witty banter, ridiculous one-liners, and deadpan sarcasm. Other people can’t even keep up with the energy.

The idea of dating a ‘good girl’ never appealed to him anyway. He thrives off your unhinged energy. You’re unpredictable, and it keeps him on his toes, which he loves. “Yeah, you’re definitely not boring.” (Although the thing is he does love innocent people, like if you’re like gen clueless he wants preserve your innocence.)

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tim’s brain can’t keep up with you. Your blunt, no-nonsense attitude constantly makes him blink in confusion. One minute you’re casually roasting someone, and the next, you’re giving a straight-up critique of his latest plan. He’s learning that he can’t outthink you.

He admires your unapologetic honesty. Tim has a lot of internalized doubts, so watching you casually reject anyone’s judgment is a nice contrast. You don’t apologize for your thoughts, and it’s something he secretly admires.

Constantly second-guesses himself around you. Your sharp tongue makes him want to be as confident as you. He gets nervous about saying anything that might sound soft, so when he stumbles, you’re like, “What was that? I swear you just whispered something.” And he’ll blush hard, muttering an apology.

You both have a sarcastic sense of humor that others don’t quite get. You say something outrageous, and Tim will respond with the driest remark possible. People in the room often wonder if you two are joking or just genuinely a bit rude.

Not scared to call him out. When Tim’s too nice, you’ll be like, “You need to stop letting people walk all over you. Grow some teeth.” Tim won’t admit it, but that does motivate him to be a little bolder.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Damian is a bit taken aback at first. He’s used to people being respectful or like seeing him as kinda a role model, so when you come out with a “That’s dumb, don’t even talk to me right now,” he’s not sure how to handle it. He will stand there, blinking, while processing your bluntness. (He’s too stunned to speak 😞)

Genuinely respects your forthrightness, though. “I’ll admit, I have never met someone so… honest.” He starts respecting you even more, thinking you’re someone he can’t manipulate or charm easily.

Loves that you’re as stubborn as he is. If you’re determined about something, there’s no changing your mind. You’ll fight for your opinions even if it gets you into a heated debate. And Damian’s right there with you, arguing like it’s the most fun thing in the world.

Tries to match your bluntness. “You talk too much,” he says one day, and you immediately reply, “And yet, here you are, listening to every word I say.” Damian actually pauses for a second, impressed. “Right..”

Loves how you’ll shut down his critics with zero hesitation. Someone says something disrespectful to him, and you’ll be the first to shoot back, “He doesn’t need your advice, trust me.” He’ll give you a proud little smirk. “I like the way you handle things.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

At first, Bruce is a bit disconcerted by your bluntness. Bruce’s the kind of guy who expects people to be formal and classy, and you just come in with “This entire meeting is a waste of my time. I don’t care about any of this.” He blinks, then quietly admires your bravery.

Totally respects your unfiltered honesty. Bruce has had enough of the world’s games, so when you don’t bother to pretend or hold anything back, it’s like a breath of fresh air for him.

Secretly loves when you don’t play nice." He knows you're not afraid of saying what you think, and when you call him out on his brooding or overly protective behavior, he listens. “You’re right. I’m sorry for not trusting you more.” (He totally doesn’t have a tracker on your hair clip..🥰)

You both have moments of pure savage honesty that no one else gets. There’s no need for filters, and you’ll both exchange one-liners so dry that it leaves everyone else in the room confused.

Finds it endearing when you make his plans more interesting. “This is ridiculous. Why are we doing this again?” You snap at him in a room full of his board members, and he just gives you a look that says, “I’m never apologizing for you.”

[aph-estonia]

going to be constantly forever living this life of a weird fucked up half'n'half

[yoyomomiko]

☆ : They're jealous ×

characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace

cw: jealousy (is that supposed to be a warning??), probably ooc, cringe, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

(a/n): This is like, my first time writing for one piece characters specifically😀 I'm barely in Alabasta but I cannot wait until I finish one piece so that I can write for it😔 ACE IS A NEED UGH -> m.list

★requests are open!!

LUFFY

Luffy doesn't understand jealousy at first and will simply blurt out "Why are you talking to him so much?" without realizing it sounds possessive.

Believe it or not, he can get VERY possessive. You're pretty much just as valuable as his hat, you're his treasure.

That's right, his treasure.

So then, why are you talking to that donkey faced man? He's so ugly, why would you even bother wasting your breath speaking to him?

He'll cling to you like glue, throwing an arm around your shoulders or holding your hand tightly while pouting.

When Luffy's jealous he starts getting loud, making exaggerated jokes or showing off just to grab your attention.

Complains to the rest of the crew (probably Usopp or Nami), asking things like "Why does she want to talk to him when I'm right here?"

He completely interrupts your conversation with the other person by inserting himself, I just kinda feel like he'd do that.

WILL demand you sit next to him at meals and get grumpy if you sit by someone else.

He can't stay mad for long, the SECOND you give him attention, he lights up again as if nothing happened.

If the other person makes you laugh, he'll immediately try to one up them by doing something goofy, trust me, I know

He will casually lean on you or put his hat on your head as a possessive gesture (LUFFY THE MAN YOU ARE)

He's so childish

ZORO

Zoro acts nonchalant but is secretly FUMING inside when someone gets too close to you.

Glares daggers at the other person, making them incredibly uncomfortable without saying a word, he's just like that

Crosses his arms and stands near you as if silently asserting dominance (ugh I need him)

He gets extra grumpy with Sanji or anyone else he sees as competition, throwing insults their way.

He physically can't hide his annoyance and mutters things under his breath like "Tch, what's so interesting about him?"

If you laugh at someone else's joke he's gonna be like "It wasn't that funny."

I feel like he gets jealous if someone compliments you, but instead of complimenting you himself, he'll grumble like "You don't need to hear that from him."

WILL position himself between you and the other person, silently blocking them from getting closer.

I think he lowkey gets clingy after cooling down his jealousy, sticking close to you but pretending it's no big deal.

When you reassure him, he'll pretend it didn’t bother him, saying stuff like "Whatever, it's not like I cared." But deep down, he's RELIEVED.

SANJI

Lord have mercy

Sanji gets visibly jealous and is UNABLE to hide it with his dramatic reactions

He definitely calls the other person out immediately, saying things like "Why are you bothering her, huh?"

He tries to pull your attention back to him by showering you with compliments and affection.

He starts offering to cook your favorite dishes after that, just to make himself seem more worthy than moss head over there

If the other person is flirting, Sanji will step in and sweet talk to you SO passionately it makes the other person back off (simp power??)

He dramatically smokes while muttering "How could she look at someone else when I'm right here..."

Tries to outdo the other person in everything, just to show he's better

WILL ask you "Do you think he's better than me?" with puppy dog eyes

100% gets extremely competitive with Zoro (if it's him you're giving attention to) insulting him while trying to impress you

When reassured, he's back to his usual lovestruck self and saying "I knew you couldn't resist me, my angel!"

Sanji just wants to feel like he's your number one, and your affection always melts his jealousy away.

ACE

MY MAN UGHH

HE'S THE REASON I STARTED ONE PIECE IN THE FIRST PLACE

Anywayss

Ace tries to play it cool, but his temper makes his jealousy pretty obvious.

If someone flirts with you, he'll casually throw an arm around your shoulders and say "She's taken, by the way."

Speaking of throwing, he definitely picks you up and completely THROWS you over his shoulder. It doesn't matter how tall you are or how much you weigh, he ALWAYS manhandles you.

His freckles make it easy to spot when he's blushing out of jealousy or frustration (UGH😫)

He gets restless and starts fidgeting, for example bouncing his leg while watching you talk to someone else (is that my seat right there?)

Stares at the person with a smirk that doesn't quite hide his irritation, daring them to push their luck (you know that one scene in Alabasta where that giant scorpion was in front of him and Ace was like "I wouldn't if I were you" or something like that? Yeah, that's right🤭)

If someone compliments you, he'll immediately agree and add "Yeah, but I noticed that first."

UGH KICKING MY FEET😣

Can get surprisingly moody, muttering things like "What's so special about him, anyway?"

Might act a little childish, poking fun at the other person

WILL casually flex his strength or abilities if he feels the need to, like lighting a flame in his hand and saying "Bet he can't do this huh?"

If you reassure him or show him affection, he'll relax immediately, grinning and saying something like "Yeah, I knew you couldn't resist me."

And he's smirking at you with that stupid handsome face (I need him🚨)

★yoyomiko ★miko

[aromantic-pantyanarchy]

It's me. I'm the cis, heterosexual, aromantic man. I will never marry, I will never be married, I will grow into middle age and elder age and I will die unmarried. I will be forced to support a household of myself on only my wages alone for the rest of my life. I will be asked about women and marriage and children by my family for the rest of my life (or men, the progressive ones might say). I may not ever come out to them. I feel like I burned my coming out on something stupid. I don't want to explain it. I don't want to run them through the definitions and intricacies. I don't want the acceptance without understanding, placating me with ceased questions and poor explanations to other, drunk adults.

I like my hair to be long, I spent a year with it dyed a golden blonde with dark roots because I like the trashy party girl aesthetic. I want to dye it again with pink tips. I like painting my nails, black and blue are my favorite colors. I like wearing chokers. I also like wearing baggy jeans and ratty hoodies. I like having stubble. I like having chest hair. I like having a square jaw and broad shoulders. I wish I had a flatter stomach and a thinner profile frame. I don't know what this makes me, perhaps this is something no more GNC than Machine Gun Kelly. I think about this a lot, how queer my appearance truly is. I should think about it less. I have thought long and hard about if I could be trans or if I could be non-binary or if I could be genderqueer and the conclusion I ultimately came to is that I most enjoy being a man open to whatever self-expression I want.

I don't date, but I've thought about it. I would like to meet people, and I would like to have sex with them. But I don't want to hurt them. I fear if I explain what I am beforehand it'll scare them away. I fear if I explain after they'll feel manipulated or abused. I don't know how many people in the dating scene want what I want. I fear my own lack of experience will make me a bad lay, an embarrassing story to tell to confidants in hindsight. I fear my own virginity, a boundary to those I wish to be like. All of these fears are baseless, as I've not been able to even begin a single relationship in my life. Despite this I still heavily identify with terms like "slut" and "manwhore" and "thot" because my interests lay so deeply within casual sex, sex without great intimacy or emotion. This may be some form of stolen valor. I hope the true sluts are not too mad at me.

I made this blog several years ago because a mutual of mine reblogged memes making fun of aro and ace people, making fun of the concept of aphobia, and in addition well known aphobes. I didn't feel comfortable talking about aro stuff on my main blog, for as little as I talk about it. Living through the ace discourse of the 2016 era has largely caused me to cringe in embarrassment any time I am forced to discuss my orientation with people who aren't aro or ace themselves. I no longer follow this person. I unfollowed many people I was mutuals with from that time, most of them because they posted too often about how much they hated men and I didn't want to see that, some because our interests simply drifted too far apart, only one for explicit aphobia reasons. (Also one because they became a "both sides are bad, any vote is wasted" libertarian, but that's unrelated.)

I guess at this point I don't care deeply about what strangers on the internet think of me. If a trusted friend told me that they don't think I'm truly queer that may hurt. But I am going to continue to use the word for myself. I take up no resources. I go to events that are open to me. If an event was not open to me, I think I'd not want to go anyways. I am not a hypothetical, I am not a strawman, I am a person with lived experiences both within and exterior to the queer community. If you hate me, I will permit you to continue to do so. But ultimately, I am who I am, I cannot change these facts, and I would not choose to do so even if I could.

[luv4freddie]

Fools - T.N

in which the only Hufflepuff friend in the group of slytherins develops a crush on Theodore Nott— something only fools do.

fem!hufflepuff reader, bff Pansy, use of euphemisms and teasing yn for being innocent but sfw, reader is very emotional, jealous theo, 2800 words

"Y/n!!"

After a year, you'd think that people would get used to seeing the same Hufflepuff go over to the Slytherin table, but alas, half the Great Hall turned to watch you approach the table and take a seat next to Pansy.

She sticks her middle finger up behind your back, aiming it at all of the people who are still staring, and they quickly turn away. It was an unlikely friendship, but she was not going to let anyone make you feel bad about it.

"About time you get here," Draco huffs, "I've had to hear Pansy's 'girl talk' while you were sleeping."

You smile sheepishly at him, you had taken your sweet time this morning, hitting snooze a few times before listening to your favorite record and doing more singing than actually getting ready— resulting in you being extra late to breakfast.

"Sorry, Draco."

"Don't apologize yn, he doesn't deserve it."

You can hear the teasing lilt in Theo's voice from across the table, and Draco throws a handful of grapes at him.

"Whatever," Pansy turns her back to them, "did you hear, apparently the Hufflepuff chaser has a crush on you."

Your eyes flit between her face and your hands, and you wonder where she got her information from.

The boys around you seem to perk up at this, and Draco chides Pansy for deeming that piece of information unimportant compared to all her other, much more useless, girl talk this morning.

"Where on Earth did you hear that?" You cut in, not enjoying the way everyone is suddenly interested in your (nonexistent) love life.

"From a very trustworthy source," is all she'll give away, and you cringe.

"Can we change subjects, please?"

Theo narrows his eyes at you, as if he's searching your face for something.

"You don't care about it then? You're not jumping at the chance to ride his broom?"

The Slytherins around you snicker at his euphemism, but you go bright red.

"I- what! Why would you say- no!"

This only makes them laugh harder, but Pansy collects herself enough to place a reassuring hand on your arm.

"Don't worry, we all know our little puff would never."

You slap her hand away, upset at them treating you like a child.

"Well if you guys are only gonna tease me, I'm gonna go back to my own table."

"Y/n, we didn't mean-" Theo starts, but he's still got a smirk on his face, so you ignore him, leaving before he can try and stop you.

You take a seat at your own house table, and the Hufflepuffs around you immediately welcome you into their conversation.

You don't know why it bothered you so much. They were right, you weren't going to be "riding someone's broom" anytime soon, but hearing the way they talked about it— like you were just some silly, innocent baby— really bugged you.

If you were being honest with yourself, you also knew that deep down you've been repressing feelings for Theodore, because you knew enough stories about him to know it would never work. He was a heartthrob, and had no issue finding girls to entertain him at night— to him you were just a little girl. That conversation was just more proof. There's no way he'd be interested in you.

You unintentionally make eye contact with Zacharias Smith when you finally get out of your head, but you immediately look away, turning back to your friends just as Hannah asks about your Christmas plans.

You don't see your Slytherin friends again until Charms class, and Pansy immediately brings up what happened at breakfast.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't want you to feel bad, that's just how we are."

You give her a tight lipped smile, shrugging your shoulders. You've realized that most of the anger came from the realization that Theo probably saw you as a child, not actually their teasing.

"No biggie, it's forgiven."

She eyes you suspiciously but decides not to question it, instead starting to talk about her next party idea until she gets shushed when Professor Flitwick starts explaining directions.

You use the quiet moment to sneak a look at Theo, who's leaned back in his chair smirking at something Draco said next to him.

Pansy turns to you and you quickly shift your focus, but it appears she's already seen you. She gives you a raised eyebrow, and you play dumb, looking back at the teapot on your desk and trying to give it legs.

"What was that about back there?" Pansy asks as the two of you walk out together.

"I know it took me forever to get those stupid legs," you cringe, hoping to throw her off course.

"No I meant your staring."

You try not to look guilty, just shrugging your shoulders and explaining, "figured the boys might have figured it out faster. Should have known better."

She grins at that, muttering "you really should have." But something tells you she doesn't quite believe your story.

Your thoughts are only confirmed the next day when she invites you over to her dorm and then immediately suggests the two of you take veritaserum to play a game of truth or dare.

You let out a sigh.

"I'm not doing that Pans, just ask me whatever you want to know."

She grins, "you know me so well."

"Unfortunately," you tease, and she slaps your arm but asks her question anyway.

"Do you have a crush on Draco?"

Her face drops into confusion when you start laughing hysterically.

"That's what you thought? Merlin, you had me scared for no reason. No Pans, I absolutely do not have a crush on Draco."

She lets out a small sigh of relief, but you can tell she's a little peeved you laughed at her.

"Well what was I supposed to think? You got all grumpy yesterday when we were teasing you about your love life, and then the staring. It was either that or you're secretly in love with Nott, which, lets be for real."

She leaves it at that, but your cheeks flush pink. Be for real what? Be for real, he'd never want you? Be for real, what universe would the two of you work out? Be for real, he hates you?

The thoughts keep coming one after another, and suddenly your vision is blurred.

"Hey, woah, what's wrong?"

You cursed Pansy for being so observant.

"Nothing, I think my allergies are acting up." You say, but there's sadness in your voice, and there's an inch of snow outside, which isn't exactly pollen friendly.

"Don't lie to me y/n."

"I'm sorry for being so stupid and emotional." You cry, and Pansy rubs your back slowly.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being emotional! You don't see us do it much, but a lot of that's got to do with how we were raised. I wish I felt things as deeply as you do."

Your tears seem to slow, and she smiles.

"Now as for stupid, that depends on where that fit came from."

You look up at her in embarrassment, more hot tears threatening to fill your eyes.

"I... what did you mean?" You ask instead.

"Huh?"

"When you said be for real about me secretly being.." you couldn't bring yourself to say it, as if saying the words would make it true and something you could no longer push away and pretend wasn't there.

Realization dawns on Pansy's face, and she immediately wraps you up in a hug.

"Oh yn, it all makes sense now."

You continue to cry, and she looks at you with what you assume is pity in her eyes.

"I know, I'm such a fool! I know it would never happen, I know half of Hogwarts has a crush on him, I know he'd never want a girl like me." All of the things you'd been keeping to yourself and secretly thinking come spilling out of your mouth, and Pansy rubs your back while you continue to cry.

"Hey don't talk like that! Theo doesn't care about those people, and I know he cares about you. Not to mention, "a girl like you"? You're the exact type of girl that Theo needs. He practically never smiles the way he does when you're around. Just calm down okay?"

You nod through your cries, finally settling down as Pansy throws a magazine at you and the two of you lay across her bed.

Unknowingly, you end up falling asleep, tired from the amount of crying you did. Pansy notices but decides not to wake you, heading down to the common room where the guys would be getting back from quidditch practice soon.

When you wake up the room is dark, and a quick looks around reminds you you're in Pansy's room and not your own. You check the bathroom attached to the dorm, and when no one is in there you head down to the common room, assuming that's where she's gone to.

The whole group is sat on leather couches and armchairs when you make it down the stairs, and you rub the sleep out of your eyes as you approach the group.

"There's our bella addormentata," Theodore purrs, and you immediately flush even though you only understand half of his phrase. (sleeping beauty)

"Sorry for falling asleep." You apologize as you take the seat Pansy offered you, coincidentally landing between her and the reason for your crying.

"Stop apologizing so much," Theo whispers in your ear, and you refuse to look at him in fear of him seeing exactly the effect he has on you. Instead you continue to look at Pansy.

"No biggie, you needed it after that." She says, and you nod.

"After what? What happened?" Draco asked, ever the nosy weasel.

Pansy looked at you, obviously waiting for you to answer so she could go along with whatever you say.

You consider lying, but figure there's no point. They all know you're an emotional person, no one would find it unusual.

"I- uh- cried a little bit. Tired me out."

The boys (that you can see) all nod their heads in understanding and decide to switch topics, finally letting you relax.

However, since you'd turned your back to Theo, that now meant when you leaned back to get comfy you leaned directly into his chest, as he had one arm on the back of the couch behind you.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You whisper, shooting back up and speaking only to him in an attempt to not draw attention from the others.

"Don't be silly," he says back, pulling your shoulders so you're back in the relaxed position against him, "you're welcome in my arms any day ragazza dolce." (Sweet girl)

You flush red again, but this time you do look up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"You know I have absolutely no idea what you're saying, right?"

He grins, "that's part of the fun."

"Whatever," you turn back away from him to look at the group, your head resting right over his heart, "as long as you're not calling me a troll."

"I promise I'm not." He says, ruffling your hair before the both of you rejoin the main conversation.

"Zacharias Smith was at our practice today," Draco tells Pansy, and she looks at him in surprise.

"Really? Maybe he was looking for yn. She does sometimes keep me company in the stands."

"Oh he definitely was." Blaise smirks, and you feel Theo tense behind you. "Walked right up to Theo and asked where the pretty little one we're always hanging out with was."

"What?" Pansy shrieks, looking over, although you're unsure if the intentional target was you or the boy behind you. Her eyes momentarily widen at seeing your position before she notices something and smirks.

"Theo," she drawls, "I didn't notice those cuts on your knuckles earlier, is that new?"

Everyone turns to look at Theo, and you sit up in alarm, turning to look at his hand that's laying behind your spot on the couch.

"Theo! What happened? Why didn't you go get this checked out?"

He averts his eyes from your gaze. "Just wasn't thinking about it," he shrugs.

You frown. "How could you not be thinking about it, that looks painful!"

He shrugs again, grimacing when you grab his hand, insisting he let you heal it.

"Just let me go get my wand okay? I left it in Pansy's room."

You get up to leave, and with your back turned you don't see Pansy whisper to Theo and then him get up and follow you.

"I'll just come with." He announces, following you back to your friends room.

You try not to think about the intimacy of being alone with Theo while you tend to his wounds, trying once again to shove all your feelings down far in your heart.

Thankfully none of Pansy's roommates had come back, and Theo sits on her bed while you grab your wand from her nightstand before standing in between his spread legs.

"Give me your hand."

He complies, and you try not to blush at the warmth of his, much bigger, hand resting on your own.

"This is nasty Theo, did you punch a wall or something?" You ask, beginning to heal a few of the cuts. Luckily most of them were clean from where he'd washed them when he showered after practice, but they were scabbed over and his knuckles were blue with beginning to form bruises.

He lets out an amused huff of laughter and you stop your ministrations, looking up at him immediately.

"Tell me you didn't actually punch a wall."

He shrugs, "it was either that or Smith, and I know you don't like when I get into fights."

You feel yourself heat up. He didn't hit someone because of your preference, and the person just happened to be the guy who supposedly has a crush on you.

"Well I'm glad you didn't send my housemate to the hospital wing at least, although I wish you wouldn't have hurt yourself," you sigh, continuing to heal his hands.

Out of nowhere he pulls it away.

"Theo?"

"Look, I-" he cards a hand through his hair, contemplating his next words. "I didn't like it that Smith came looking for you. Especially that he asked me."

You look at him in confusion, "what? Why?"

He looks distraught, but he can't help the crooked smile that etches itself on his face.

"You're damn oblivious, you know that?"

You continue to look at him, no thoughts behind your eyes.

"Uh, I mean I guess? I've been told that a few times, though I'm not sure how it's pertinent to this situation."

Suddenly Theo's hands are on your cheeks, and his face is inches from your own.

"What- what are you doing?"

"I want to kiss you." He states plainly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world— as if the five words didn't have you spiraling out of control.

"Wait- do you want to kiss me because you think I'm like pretty or do you want to kiss me because you like me?"

You'd never even thought he would consider you pretty, but at his words you had to rethink a lot of things you thought you knew.

"I like you, amorina." (Little love)

"Really?" You know you should be celebrating, but you can't help the doubt that creeps into your mind. "You don't think I'm a silly, innocent, little Hufflepuff?"

He grins, "you can be my silly little Hufflepuff. And no I don't care that you're not jumping at the opportunity to go broom hopping."

You can't help but laugh a his phrasing, but you're glad he knew what you meant.

"I like you, amorina, I don't care about anything else, as long as I get you."

You smile, and Theo swears he could die happy if it's the last thing he sees.

"Well in that case, I want you to kiss me too."

He can barely hold back his own smile as he places his lips on yours, cradling your jaw with one hand while the other holds your hip.

He kissed you gently, not at all like what you'd expected, but you feel his adoration flowing out of it, and you can't help but break it to let out a giggle.

"And to think I was crying over you a few hours ago."

He grins, standing up and grabbing your hand to walk back down to the common room together, where your friends were waiting for you to go to dinner.

"No more crying over me okay?"

You nod your head, and he pulls you in for one more kiss before you rejoin the rest of your friends.

[tpwk-formula1]

Paddock Bunny Series - 3

A/N: I promise next week I will try to not have a threesome involved in each situation but for the plot this made the most sense. I'm also so fucking sorry for how long this took me! I'm trying to get my mental health in check while also being in and out of the hospital for stomach issues. It's been a whole thing but I'm getting there! Slowly but surely I will be back to semi regular postings! I love you guys always I'm glad you're here for the ride

Drivers Included:

Max Verstappen x Lando Norris x reader

Pierre Gasly x Kika Gomez x reader

Lewis Hamilton x reader

TW: ALL OF THEM

WC: 6.7K

Y/N POV

"Shit," I mumble when I see Max and Lando collide into each other. I continue watching as both of the boys make their way into the pit lane to fix Max's puncture and Lando serve his penalty as well as fix the front wing.

"Retire the car," I hear Lando mumble into his radio making me cringe slightly knowing he's breaking his streak of being the only driver to finish within the points this season.

Once Lando's car is parked back into the garage he quickly climbs out and heads start for the media pen. With him being the only driver in the media pen he is done within the first 30 minutes and back to hiding in his driver's room.

"Please meet me in here"

The text read which had me shaking my head softly before sneaking towards his room when everyone was paying attention to Oscar.

"Are you doing okay?" I ask softly while opening the door and walking into the room to find Lando sitting on his little couch with his race suit at his hips.

"Don't wanna talk about it," Lando mumbles while I climb into his lap making myself comfortable while he wraps his arms around my hips and pulling me closer.

"We have to fly back with him tonight," Lando tells me softly making me wince at the thought of being stuck in a plane with Lando and Max right now.

"Technically I'm flying with my dad," I tell him softly while letting my fingers lightly trail over Lando's cheek bone.

"I don't care, tell him you're flying with me to help me with my media presence or something, I don't want to be alone on that flight," Lando replies back before pulling me down for a quick kiss.

"Fine, I'll talk to him," I tell Lando softly before kissing Lando again and allowing Lando's wandering hands to find my ass and giving it a quick squeeze.

Once I board Max's private jet I quickly find Lando in the back of the plane with his headphones on ignoring whatever Max could have said to him.

"Stop being rude," I tell Lando sternly while taking out one of his Airpods so he can hear if someone talks to him.

"Don't wanna speak to anyone," Lando mumbles like a child making me roll my eyes at his pettiness.

"Hi Max," I turn my attention to the Dutch man since Lando doesn't want to speak to anyone.

"Hi, Y/N how are you doing tonight?" Max asks softly while I sit down into he seat across from him. I could see Lando in the corner of my eye sink further into his seat while pouting.

"I'm alright, think I'm just here to make sure the girls don't fight," I joke with a small smirk on my lips making Max laugh softly and shake his head while Lando only pouts a bit louder.

"I'm proud of you for making it back to P5," I tell Max softly making him smile and nod.

"I'm sure the Brit behind me wouldn't be too thrilled to hear you say that," Max teases making me shake my head softly.

"He'll get over it," I shrug not wanting to cater to Lando's feelings if he's going to act like a child.

"Really, Y/N?" I hear Lando huff making me giggle a little.

"Lando stop pouting and join us please," I say softly making Lando groan and sit in his seat a couple more minutes before finally getting up and joining Max and I.

We're about midway through the flight before the boys are back on speaking terms.

"Look I'm sorry if I said anything in the media pen. I was upset after the DNF and penalty," Lando mumbles to Max making me smile softly.

"I'm sorry too if I said anything too," Max replies with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Whatever happens on the track and in the media pen needs to stay there," Max adds making Lando nod his head in agreeance.

I went back to reading my book ignoring the two boys before I feel Lando gently pull me into his lap making me squeal.

"Lando!" I say while laughing slightly. Lando ignores me and just adjusts me into his lap so I'm straddling his waist.

"Do you want to go into the room with Max and I?" Lando asks softly making me think for a split second before nodding.

Lando says nothing just stands up and carries me into the small room in the back of the plane that has a door for privacy. I see that Max has followed us in here before Lando gently places me down on the bed so I'm looking up at both of the boys.

Neither of them say anything so I reach for Max's belt before unbuckling it and unzipping his pants letting them fall on their own while I move to Lando doing the same thing. Once both of them step out of their pants leaving them in their shirts and boxers I quickly pull off the dress I was wearing leaving me in my black matching set. Once I'm down to my bra and panties Max and Lando both quickly pull off their shirts before Max is climbing onto the bed near the headboard which instantly has me crawling away from the edge and into Max's lap.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly since this is the first time Max and I are sleeping together and we all agreed to follow everyone's boundaries.

Instead of answering Max pulls my face into his hands and brings me down to his lips. The second his lips hit mine I can't help but moan and sink further into Max's lap while I can feel Lando climbing onto the bed behind me.

"Protection," I say softly pulling back from Max making him groan softly.

"It's in the backpack at the end of the bed," Max mumbles pulling me back into a kiss making me grind down into his crotch harder making both of us moan into the kiss.

I feel Lando shuffle back towards the end of the bed and rummage through the backpack all the while Max and I are still wrapped up into each others arms.

When I hear the sound of the foil being picked up and I turned my body slightly grabbing one of the condoms from Lando and ripping it open without a second thought.

I shuffle off of Max's lap letting him pull his boxers down where I put the condom on the tip of his dick before using my mouth to roll it on the rest of the way.

"Fuck," I hear Max hiss at the contact of my lips on his sensitive tip.

Once I had successfully rolled the condom on using only my mouth I pull back up climbing into Max's lap and pulling my panties to the side, before slowly sinking down on Max's cock not needing any kind of warm up.

"Fuck, I had so many plans for the first time I got with you and the second you rolled that condom on it went right out the window," Max groans while Lando is behind me unclipping my bra and letting it fall into Max and I's lap.

Max's hands are on my tits almost instantly while I get to work of bouncing on Max's cock.

"Fuck, Max! It's too big," I whine out when I'm fully seated on his cock being stretched in ways I have yet to be stretched.

"Shit! I can feel the way you're squeezing me," Max says through gritted teeth while I start slowly rocking my hips.

Lando moves around the bed slightly before attaching his mouth to one of my free nipples.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel his teeth sink down softly illiciting slight pain that instantly turns back into pleasure when he goes back to sucking to soothe down the sting.

Max lets me ride him for a few more seconds before he's pulling me off his cock and arranging me so I'm on my hands and knees for him.

"Oh fuck," I cry when Max wastes no time shoving his cock back into my pussy.

Lando moves his body around so he's now sitting in front of me letting his hard dripping cock touch my lip. I waste no time taking him into my mouth and working his cock with my tongue.

"Fuck," Lando cries out making me smirk slightly before taking Lando all the way down my throat.

I kind of figured Max would be dominant but I wasn't prepared for hot rough he truly was.

Everytime I try to cry out in pleasure it is muffled by Lando's cock sending strong vibrations straight through his cock making him cry out even louder.

I could tell Max was feeding off of both Lando and I's pleasure showing me he is a true pleasure dom.

"I can tell you're about to cum, princess," Max grunts out while he continues to fuck into my pussy harder.

When Max moves his fingers between our bodies and starts playing with my clit I can no longer hold off my impending orgasm.

Lando pulls his cock out of my mouth letting me scream out as I cum all over Max's cock.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant as I feel wave after wave of my orgasm.

Once my orgasm had washed over Max gave me no time to calm down as he's flipping out bodies over again so I'm riding him once again.

"Fuck her ass," Max tells Lando which has him instantly rolling on another condom before climbing behind me.

When I feel Lando push two lubed up fingers into my ass I let out a loud moan burying my face into Max's neck. It takes Lando a couple minutes to stretch my ass enough to feel I was ready to take his cock.

"Oh fuck," I whine when I feel the tip of his cock start to push into my ass.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel him start to push further into my ass filling me up.

Once Lando was filling in my ass both of the boys start moving making me see stars almost instantly.

"She's not gonna last long," Lando grunts out knowing how quickly I cum from just anal let alone having my pussy filled up too.

"She's free to cum, but I'm far from done," Max grunts out only bucking up into my pussy harder.

My second orgasm of the night hit me out of no where resulting in squirting all over Max and I.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Max grunts bucking a bit harder making sure to milk this orgasm as much as he had the last.

Knowing Lando he was close to cumming and when he pulls out and quickly pulls the condom off to cum on my ass I let out a soft moan feeling his hot cum hitting my skin.

"Fuck," Lando grunts out through his orgasm. Once he's finished cumming he quickly throws on a pair of boxers before leaving the small bedroom, leaving Max and I alone.

Without Lando right behind me I quickly sit up a bit taller and start riding Max's cock.

"Fuck so good," I moan riding a bit harder trying to ignore the overstimulation I was starting to feel.

"Fuck," Max grunts out fucking up into my pussy making my nails dig a bit deeper on his chest.

I can tell Max was getting close my the way he bucking was becoming a bit more erratic.

"Fuck," Max grunts out while cumming into the condom triggering me into another small orgasm.

"Maxie," I cry out leaving scratches down his chest.

Once both of us have come down from our high I collapse on top of of Max feeling his arms wrap around his body.

"You're father would hate me even more," Max says with a laugh falling from his lips.

"He only hates you cause he can't have you," I say making him laugh.

As we are both coming down from our highs Lando slowly makes his way back into the room with a few things to start aftercare.

Lando gently takes me into his arms and lifts me off Max's cock making me whimper slightly. Once Max was free he quickly gets up and discards the condom before he started looking for my clothes while Lando helped clean me up a bit.

Once we were all dressed we all climbed back into the bed and laid with each other. I curl myself into Lando's side while Max's turns to pull my back into his chest.

I can see Max's slowly rubbing circles on Lando's torso. Seeing how relaxed Lando was under his touch told me that this was not their first time sharing a girl but it was also definitely not their first time being intimate together.

"Who wants to admit when this first started," I tease while gestering towards Max's grip on Lando's side.

"Rookie year," Lando admits softly with his cheeks heating. I just smile and nod curling farther into Lando while Max tightens his hold.

We spend the rest of the flight in each others arms talking about some of the experiences I've been able to have since becoming their bunny.

It's Silverstone and the pressure is at an all time high in Mclaren. I've been bouncing between both of the drivers room this whole weekend but now that it's Sunday and all of the guys are getting into the car to get ready for the formation lap.

A soon as the formation lap begins I move towards the back of the garage not wanting to be in the way of anyone.

When I notice the lap is coming to an end I see Pierre come back into the pits confusing. I try my best to tune into what the mechanics were saying but given being in the Mclaren garage they were mostly worried about Lando trying to get his second win.

When the lights go out I pay attention to the screen as much as possible but when my phone starts ringing I instantly break focus and notice that Kika is calling me.

"Hi, gorgeous," I say while answering the phone.

"Hi, um this might be a bit weird and I apologize if this is overstepping but I was wondering if around lap 22 you could come into Pierre's garage. I know he's upset with the race and I think you would be a good pick me up," Kika admits softly making me smile.

"Of course! Would you be able to meet me outside the garage so I can come in?" I ask.

"Absolutely! Ill see you soon," Kika responds and we quickly end the call with each other.

When the time came I quickly snuck out of the garage and made my way through the back of the garages until I got to Alpine where I found Kika standing outside waiting for me.

"Thank you! I'm sorry if that was weird," Kika says with pink cheeks.

"You're fine, I don't think Pierre would have called me himself and if you think it'll be a pick me up then I'm more than happy to help," I say with a smile. Kika and I have been friends since they got into a relationship and she was one of the first girls I told about this. She thought it was a bit insane but not because she was judging but because she's confused how Im not catching feelings.

"I'll drop you off in his room and head to the common area," Kika tells me while we are walking through the back of the garage to where Pierre's driver room is.

"You don't have to leave," I admit softly with a blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"I- really?" Kika asks with a small smile on her lips.

"Kika, this is your relationship and Im honored that you trust Pierre and I together but I would honestly love if you joined," I tell her while grabbing her hand and giving it a little squeeze. Given that we are already in the privacy of Pierre's drivers room she quickly pulls me in and places a soft kiss on my lips.

"Can I watch at first?" She asks softly looking me in the eye.

"Of course, watch and join when you're ready or just watch and enjoy," I say with a smile and pull her in for another quick kiss.

Once Pierre gets into the room he quickly smiles when he sees the two of us sitting on the little couch talking. Pierre may not have asked for time together but he 100% knew what was about to happen.

"Who's idea," Pierre says with a smirk and making his way to the couch before leaning down and pulling his girlfriend in for a kiss before looking down at me and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Mine," Kika says with a bright smile making Pierre look down at her with a soft smirk.

I have always loved seeing Kika and Pierre's relationship because it was always evident how much love they shared between the two.

"Does that mean you will be joining us," Pierre asks with a bright smile clearly getting a bit giddy.

"I'm gonna watch at first and then maybe I'll join," Kika tells him softly.

Pierre seemed content enough with that as he moves his attention onto me. He quickly pulls me my by cheek to place a kiss on my lips. I see Kika make her way over to the small chair near the couch before placing herself on it.

Once we had the full couch just us Pierre makes quick work of deepening the kiss and pulling me into his lap. It doesn't take Pierre long to start tugging at my shirt and pulling it over my head to reveal my bare chest, well besides the new piercings I had gotta last week.

"Fuck, no one mentioned piercings," Pierre gasps lightly running his finger over the cool medal that's been pierced through both nipples.

"I was with her! She took it like a champ," Kika announced to her boy friend making him look at her with a raised brow.

"She said it was a surprise... that's why it was never mentioned in the group chat," Kika said with a shrug of her shoulder.

"Lando has been itching for them to be known so he can talk about how hot they are," I say with a laugh making Pierre laugh slightly but still pull me in closer and attach his lips back to mine.

"I too can't wait for everyone to know about them," Pierre mumbles against my lips.

"Holy shit! Lewis is leading," Kika says noticing the screen placing the live footage of the race.

"Then I better get my fix before MR. 7 gets his hands on her," Pierre mumbles making me laugh but still lean down to attach my lips to his neck.

I start trailing my kisses down his neck making me slip onto my knees in front of the man pulling his race suit away from his hips and letting them pool at his feet before I look over to Kika who is watching us intently.

When I reach into Pierre's boxers before I can even see his cock I instantly look back at Kika.

"Go on," Kika says with a smirk making me pull his cock out to reveal one of the biggest cocks I had even seen. Not only in person but also in porn.

I look between Pierre's cock and Kika a few beats before she breaks out in a small giggle and joins me on my knees.

"He's fucking massive Kiks what the fuck," I whisper to my friend as if said man wasn't right there.

"Yuki wasn't joking," Kika says with a shrug of her shoulders before leaning down and licking the tip of Pierre's cock making him hiss at the contact. When Kika pulls back I instantly follower her motions be instead of pulling back like she did I take Pierre into my mouth and using my tongue to circle his tip before pulling back and offering him to Kika.

We spend the next several minutes giving Pierre a teasing blow job never taking more than a few inches into our mouths before pulling back and switching.

"Fuck! Please," Pierre finally cracks making Kika giggle before taking her boy friend almost all the way down her throat before she's gagging and starts bobbing her head a few times. When she pulls back I follow her actions taking as much of his cock that fits into my mouth before bobbing my head a few times.

"Fuck, I will cum," Pierre groans while Kika is bobbing her head on her boy friends cock. This has her pulling back and standing up before she's helping me stand up and pull off my shorts leaving me completely bare for the couple.

She then pulls me down for a kiss while walking us towards the small massage table in the room before she's laying me down and spreading my legs.

Kika's mouth starts trailing kisses from my lips down to my jaw and neck before she settles on one of my nipples before looking up at me.

"I know he said two weeks but I know Lando's mouth has been here, please," Kika asks making me blush and nod my head before she's instantly attaching her mouth to one of my nipples making me hiss and arch my back at the pleasure.

Once she's given the first nipple some attention she turns her attention to the other one giving it the same treatment before she starts trailing small hickeys down my stomach right next the the ones Lando had left yesterday.

When she reaches my pussy I can't help the small whimper that leaves my lips when she blows a wisp of cool air directly on my clit.

I notice Pierre has discarded race suit and briefs leaving them drapped over the back of the couch not to ruin his race suit before he's approaching the both of us.

"Shit, Kika," I cry out in a moan when I feel her tongue graze over my clit.

Kika moans into my pussy making me whimper and try to close my legs but she has a strong grip on my thighs keeping them spread open completely for her.

"So good," I moan feeling her slip 2 fingers deep into my pussy and finding my G-spot almost instantly.

I knew I was gonna cum of Kika's tongue if she didn't pull back but when I tried to push her face away from my pussy Pierre only grabs my hands and holds them over my head leaving me completely helpless to her talented tongue.

"Cum for us," Pierre leans down whispering into my ear instantly throwing me into a powerful orgasm.

"Fuck," I cry out at Kika continues to suck on my clit helping me ride out my orgasm before she pulls away but not without giving one last gentle kiss directly on my clit making me twitch from the slight overstimulation.

Pierre finally lets go of my wrists and pulls his girlfriend up for a kiss tasting me on her lips.

"Fuck she tastes good," Pierre groans pulling back from the kiss.

"She does, doesn't she," Kika responds with a smirk before she's leaning down and pulling me in for another kiss.

"Are you ready to take him," Kika asks gently against my lips.

"Yes," I whisper back feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks.

Kika just smiles and quickly climbs off the bed and quickly undresses herself before climbing back up and hoovering her pussy above my mouth.

"Oh," I moan gently when I feel Pierre's condom covered tip tease my clit. When he feels he's collected enough of my slick on the condom he slowly start pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy making me gasp.

Kika takes this as her chance to sit her pussy directly onto my mouth making he attach my lips to her clit and sucking.

"Fuck," I moan into her pussy as Pierre continues to push into my pussy.

"Too big," I gasp out when I feel him in places I've never had touched.

"Fuck," Kika whimpers out when I slip two fingers into her pussy while still playing with her clit.

"Keep doing that and we're gonna have to shower you before we send you off," Pierre grunts out once he's fully seated deep into my pussy.

"Pierre! Don't tell her that! I don't want her to stop," Kika whines out making me giggle softly knowing there was no way I was gonna stop now at the prospect of getting to make Kika squirt for me.

I slow my actions down and joking slip my fingers out of her pussy making her whine loudly.

Pierre reaches over and gives her ass a slap, telling her to behave herself. While I couldn't see Pierre slap her ass I could hear it and it instantly made my pussy clench around his cock.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out when he feels my pussy clenching. He slowly starts pulling his hips back before slamming back into my pussy making me whimper into Kika's pussy.

I start working my tongue on Kika's clit again making her moan loudly.

Feeling Pierre's thrusts speed up makes me scream out in pleasure.

"So good," I mumble out which only has Pierre speeding up his actions making my orgasm start to build once again.

"Fuck, cum for me," Pierre grunts out while speeding up his thrusts.

"Shit," I cry out while cumming for Pierre.

"Fuck, did she just squirt for you?" I hear Kika ask making Pierre grunts out a yes.

"Fuck," I scream out as Pierre continues to fuck me through the overstimulation.

"Too much," I cry out while sinking my fingers back into Kika while sucking on her clit.

When I find Kika's G-spot she instantly cries out as she starts cumming for me.

When she starts squirting I open my mouth catching as much as I can before swallowing a little bit of it and spitting the rest at our.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out before he's pulling out of my pussy and quickly pulling Kika off my face and pulling us both by the hair back onto our knees before cumming all over our faces.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts when the first ribbon of cum hits my face. When Pierre was done painting our faces I quickly pull Kika in for a messy kiss licking a strip of his cum off her chin before pulling her in for a wet kiss.

"Looks like you might be spending the evening with Lewis," Kika giggles while pulling back from the kiss.

When I look at the screen I notice Lewis is hugging his dad after winning his home race.

"He's never expressed interest so I doubt it," I say with a soft laugh falling from my lips.

"The shower is ready for you two, I'm gonna go talk to the team and see if they figured out why the gearbox failed," Pierre tells us both while leaning down and pressing a quick kiss on both of our lips before leaving the room.

Kika and I both make our way into the shower and have our own little fun for a few minutes before we quickly shower and she quickly helps me get back dressed into my clean clothes.

When I check my phone I can see that it's been blowing up.

"What's the group chat saying?" I ask while brushing my hair.

"Lando called dibs... and Lewis very quickly shot that shit down," Kika says with a smirk on her face.

"Text Lando privately and tell him I'll stay with him tomorrow night in Monaco," I tell Kika while walking out of the bathroom.

"God damnit Y/N! Why has he sent so many dick pics in the last 3 minutes... did he not JUST get out of the damn car?!" Kika exclaims while flashing the screen.

"Sorry I should I have warned he might have done that," I laugh taking my phone in my hand and texting himself.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, don't let Pierre murder me! I get to go sleep with Lewis fucking Hamilton," I say making KIka laugh.

"I think he'd ask if it was any good. He likes the confirmation that he's the biggest on the grid," Kika says making me laugh softly.

"He's definitely the biggest I've been with so far. Feel Like Lewis is the only one with a fighting chance," I say with a laugh making her nod.

"Ya, Lew is 100% BIG dick energy," Kika teases while we walk out of the drivers room with our arms linked together.

When I get back to my hotel room I instantly start freaking out about what I was going to wear to impress Lewis. I decided on a simple black lacey bra and panties and threw on a black crop baby tee and a pair of leggings that makes my ass look nice.

When I get another text from Lewis I see that he sent me his hotel and room number. When I got to his hotel floor I instantly start pacing the hallway again when I bump into a body.

"Oh shit! I'm so- Oh hi Nando! I'm sorry was just lost thinking," I say sheepishly to the older man in front of me.

"What's got you so nervous, hermosa?" Fernando looks at me with a slight smirk written all over his face.

"Oh! Nothing, was just thinking about how the season is going so far," I lie not even convincing myself. Fernando just laughs and softly takes me by the hand.

"What are you doing? I have to meet someone," I reply softly while walking with him anyways.

"I'm taking you to Lewis," Fernando says with a smirk making my step completely stop.

"You know?" I whisper shout shocked that he knew what I had been doing.

"Yes, and I plan to text you soon," Fernando says with a wink making me smile and nod.

"I'll be waiting," I reply with a squeeze of his hand completely ignoring the fact that is is nearly 20 years older than me.

"Alright he's waiting," Fernando says while taking me to the door before knocking and walking away leaving me completely alone and wide eyed when Lewis opens the door shirtless with only a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips.

"Treat her good," Fernando shouts down the hall making Lewis look in his direction before turning to me with a raised brow.

"He found me pacing the halls, dragged me here himself," I say softly while still standing in the doorway.

"Nothing to pace about," Lewis says softly while taking my hand in his and bringing me into the room.

When I stand further away from Lewis than probably normal he steps closer to me pulling my chin to look up at him before smiling softly.

"What's got you so nervous? You this nervous with everyone else?" Lewis asks while looking me in the eye.

"Well-no. But it's nothing against you it's just- Lewis I was basically in love with you when I was younger. When my dad would come to races back then before he even had to. I was young but I remember you in the Mclaren," I admit letting my already pink cheeks grow a tomato color.

"Oh God, please don't remind me how old I am," Lewis teasingly groans before pulling my chin up and placing a soft kiss on my lip.

"Nothing to be nervous about though. We are here to celebrate an amazing day. The best day actually," Lewis replies making me smile and nod in agreeance.

"I would say you did amazing but, I wasn't really paying attention," I admit with a small grimance.

"I heard Pierre got his hands on you," Lewis teases before pulling me up to his lips once again and kissing me but this time instead of pulling away he pulls me in by my waist and deepening the kiss.

I bring my hands up to his face bringing him impossibly closer. When I feel Lewis's tongue push through my lips and tangle with my I moan into Lewis's mouth making me smile softly before he's gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me into his arms with ease.

"Lew," I squeal out while giggling while he carries us towards the bedroom part of his hotel. When we get in there he instantly drops me down on the edge of the bed so I'm still sitting up.

He instantly pulls my shirt up and over my head before he makes quick works of taking my bra off all while still keeping his lips attached to mine as much as possible.

I tug at the waistband of Lewis's sweats but before I can pull them down Lewis is taking my hands in his and pulling them away.

"Lewis," I whine into his mouth making him laugh laugh lightly.

"I wanna take care of you. It's my celebrations after all," Lewis tells me with a small smirk playing on his lips.

Lewis takes a second to step back and just look at me breaking out in a smile.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Lewis tells me with a smile playing on his lips. I just look up at him with a bright smile before pulling him back into me for another kiss.

This time Lewis gently lays me down on my back hoovering over me while he starts peppering kisses around my jaw and neck while he's using his fingers to tease my nipples making me whimper.

"Such children," Lewis teases while he gently tracing a few of the hickeys that have been left behind by everyone.

"Let me guess, Lando?" Lewis teases while tracing the heart made out of hickeys making me roll my eyes and nod my head.

"Ya, he has a thing for biting. I've tried to get him to let up," I tell Lewis with a small smile mostly embarrassed for being covered in so many markings.

"You're fucking gorgeous regardless," Lewis says with a shrug before he's pulling off his sweats and boxer revealing his semi hard dick. I follow suit standing up and pulling off my pants along with my thong.

When I climb back into the bed I put myself in the middle waiting for Lewis to climb back in to join me. He throws a condom on the bed before joining me. When he gets on the bed he spreads my thighs apart before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips before he starts his trail of kisses down my neck making his way to my already soaked pussy.

"All for me?" Lewis says with a smirk while running a finger through my folds.

"Yes," I whimper when his thumb flicks at my clit.

Lewis leans down and takes my clit into his mouth sucking on it gently while using both of his hands to reach up and start teasing my sensitive nipples.

"Fuck," I gasp out when he pinches them slightly causing pleasurable pain to shoot straight down to my pussy making me clench around nothing.

"Fuck, so good," Lewis groans while still sucking on my clit.

"Please Lew, I want you to fuck me," I beg. Lewis just laughs lightly while looking me directly in the eye.

"Patience," Lewis teases but still sits up and grabs the condoms, ripping it open and putting it on his cock.

Lewis wasn't nearly as long as Pierre but he was just as thick making me whimper when he slowly starts pushing into me.

"Fuck Lew," I moan out while gasping.

"So fucking tight," Lewis grunts while bottoming out in my pussy.

"So good," I gasp when Lewis wastes no time in starting to thrust slowly in and out of my pussy.

Lewis brings his fingers between our bodies and starts teasing my clit with his fingers only bringing me closer to an orgasm I didn't even know was nearly.

"Are you about to cum for me?" Lewis teases with a cocky smirk written all over his face.

"No," I lie but the gasp I let out while clenching around his cock gives me away.

"Cum for me," Lewis leans down and kisses my lips softly making me instantly clench around his cock cumming all over it.

"Lew," I cry out letting the tears fall from the overwhelming pleasure.

"So beautiful when you cum," Lewis tells me before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

Lewis starts fucking back into my pussy making me whimper softly. He starts speeding up the thrusts again making my whimpers turn from a whimper into a loud moan when he starts speeding up his thrusts.

"Fuck, feel so good," Lewis grunts out while fucking into my pussy harder.

"Too good," I gasp feeling another orgasm start to build.

"Fuck, cum for me again," Lewis grunts when he can feel the tell tale signs of my pussy clenching tightly around him.

"I want you to cum with me," I whine trying to fight off the orgasm.

"Next one, come on. Cum for me," Lewis tells me sternly making me whimper.

"Fuck," I moan when I finally relax enough to cum.

Feeling another orgasm wash over my body I can't help the loud cry that leaves my lips making Lewis's hips faulter slightly but continue fucking me through my orgasm.

He gives me little to no time to come down from my high before he's fucking back into my pussy at a rough pace.

"Fuck, I won't last much longer," Lewis admits but still continues fucking me at the fast pace.

I bring my fingers down between us and starts rubbing my clit making me moan loudly.

"So good," I cry as Lewis continues fucking me.

I knew my final orgasm was gonna come soon but when Lewis starts plowing into my pussy at a brutal pace I can tell he's just as close as I am.

"Fuck," Lewis grunts while his hips start to falter a bit.

With one final thrust I feel Lewis start to fill the condom up triggering another orgasm making me scream out.

"Lewis!" I cry out as I feel him thrusting in and out of me to help us ride out our orgasms.

When he finally starts to pull out I whimper at the oversensitivity. He gently takes me into his arms and carries me into the connected bathroom where he draws a hot bath.

Once it's filled up he gently climbs in while still holding me. When he places me on the ground he quickly sinks into the bath while gently pulling me down so I can rest my back against his chest.

"I'm texting the group chat I made you cum in less than a minute," Lewis teases making me let out a loud whine.

"Lew! That's embarrassing," I complaing making him giggle at my childish antics.

"It was hot as fuck and I deserves bragging rights," Lewis says with a shrug but wrapping his arms around me tighter.

We continue to relax in the bath until the water runs cool which has Lew draining the bath and climbing out to grab us both towels.

I ended up spending the night with Lewis who ordered us breakfast in the morning and even made sure to drive me back to my hotel in time to catch a ride back to the airport.

"Thank you," Lewis tells me before I can get out of the car.

"Nothing to thank me for. You did amazing yesterday and you deserved it," I say with a smile.

"Yesterday was a good day," Lewis says with a smile making me laugh and nod.

"You have my number, use it," I say before pacing a quick kiss on his cheek and getting out of the car.

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AHHHHH! I hope y'all love it! Also have not proof read so apologies if theres any mistakes!

[steviewashere]

I kinda feel like Steve wasn't as popular as he's made out to be. Like, maybe he's got a bit of a reputation that proceeds him—ladies man, The Hair, and Steeevveee Harrington. He takes care of himself, takes care of his dates. The guys around him oversell his personality a lot, how many people he can get in bed with him, the way he can instantly charm a person.

But then you meet him and it's just.

This is the guy you're talking about?

The guy who forgets how to use his tongue sometimes and just does one of those little finger waves? The guy who, if he thinks you're not paying attention to him, will just stand there and make a bunch of goofy faces, lost in thought, muttering song lyrics under his breath? The guy who keeps making the most dorky references to music and movie culture—he quoted something from Star Trek on one of his dates. And the guy who will run into walls when trying to make a swift exit?

Dude is awkward. He is clammy. He is stuttering over his words and trying to cover it up with his pretty smile—which, yeah could be charming, but in his own special streak of charming. Every romantic gesture he pulls is more outlandish, garish, and brash than the last; he is fumbling matches for candles, though, and he is sticking himself in the thumb with the thorns on roses, he is spilling popcorn all over himself on movie dates, and he is tripping on his own feet while trying to carry a girl to his bed upstairs.

Every time a girl kisses his cheek, he's immediately flushing head to toe, smiling all crooked, eyes all soft. He almost forgets to kiss them back.

When he dates Eddie, though? Oh my god.

Eddie flirts with him and Steve literally squeaks. Eddie watches him while Steve is playing basketball, he fumbles the ball and falls onto his knees on the court. Eddie tucks hair behind Steve's ear, Steve is blurting out his entire hair care regime—all because Eddie murmured about how soft it was. Eddie rubs his back while they're cuddled on the couch, Steve gets a boner so fast that he nearly blacks out. Eddie makes them dinner once, tells Steve to just sit down at the table while ushering him out of the kitchen, and Steve is in such a daze of love that he runs into the doorjamb face first and breaks his nose.

When Eddie tells him he loves him? Steve literally screams and has to take a lap before saying it back.

Every time Steve flirts, he has to back track five steps. Every time he compliments Eddie, he has to clarify that it's a compliment because they all come out so aggressively to the point they sound like insults. He tries to quote Shakespeare and, sure it's a love quote, but it's from some incest scene and Eddie laughs before telling him what it really means.

I don't know. Steve just embarrasses himself a lot. Like he definitely has the capacity to sweep somebody off their feet, romance 'em or whatever. But when he's really, really in love with somebody (whether it be after a few dates with a girl, the person he's in love with is Nancy, or even Eddie)? Steve is not chill whatsoever.

Everything that rumors said were just complete lies. You wanna know who started them?

Tommy.

It was Tommy trying to cover for his best friend. Because he saw Steve smile at a girl once, flirt with her, get a date with her. But he had a piece of broccoli stuck between his two front teeth. He couldn't save the interaction even if he tried, Steve was too enamored to quit. The only saving grace Tommy could think of was sell Steve as this handsome, charming, romantic guy—even though the Steve he knew was dorky, a major geek in private, awkward as hell, and funny half the time (his jokes were very hit or miss).

(Also, imagine gay Tommy just trying to reason with himself that his crush—his best friend—is actually not the awkward guy he really is. And maybe he still likes Steve. But Jesus. That piece of broccoli was huge! How did Steve not feel it?)

Anyway. Cringe fail Steve is something very important to me.

[clairenatural]

Dean doesn't like the word "boyfriend." He decides this the second time Cas says it–the first time it was new, shiny, exciting. The second time, he fights the urge to cringe.

It's not the "boy" part. It's not. It would have been, for a long time, but he's dug all that shit up and unpacked all the suitcases. They hold hands in public. They kiss goodbye in front of his coworkers at the garage.

It's just–not enough. Not nearly. Jack comes home from hanging out with his friends and fills Dean on the gossip and his boyfriend and her girlfriend and–that's not them. "Boyfriend" feels like a cheap mockery. Like how demons used to tease.

He's heard "partner." He's heard it from Sam, to Eileen, but he doesn't know how he can stomach it. He's said that word too many times. I'm Agent Tyler and this is my partner, Agent Perry. This is my partner, Agent Page. My partner, Agent Stills. All lies. Sam says he likes it, that he's making it mean something real. Besides, Eileen loves it.

Good for them, Dean thinks. It makes his skin crawl.

So he sticks with “boyfriend” and he shrugs off the funny urge to protest every time Cas says it. It makes him happy, and honestly, it’s not like he has an alternative.

It’s a Sunday when he realizes that somehow, Cas does. They’re at the farmer’s market, like Cas is every weekend, but Dean had picked up weekend shifts and missed the past few. Cas is excited the whole way there, telling Dean about how he’d manage to befriend the local honey vendor in his absence, how she’d invited him to a beginner’s apiarist group she helps run. They beeline (heh) to the honey booth as soon as they get there, and the woman--Judith? Janice?--smiles up at them both, hands Cas a jar of honey like she’d been expecting him, and says “Oh, this must be the husband! I’ve heard so much about you.”

Dean stares at Cas. Cas stares at the honey. Judith/Janice stares at both of them, smile fading as the silence goes on a beat too long. 

Dean clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. The husband, that’s me! Ha ha.” Beside him, Cas relaxes, just barely. In front of him, the woman breathes an audible sigh of relief. “Sorry,” Dean shifts. “Just didn’t, um. Realize I was such a hot topic.” 

The smile he gets is almost sympathetic. “Oh, only good things. Here,” she hands him a business card. “You should also come out to our meeting on Wednesday. Lots of people bring their partners.” She leans in, almost conspiratorial. “Beekeeping can be wonderful for couples.”

It’s at this point that Cas clears his throat and finally looks up from the honey in his hand, evidently giving up hope on escaping this conversation. “Thank you, Janet.” (oh. Janet.) “Dean works late on Wednesdays, but I’m very excited to see you all.” He’s pulling out money as he says this, apparently deciding to just go ahead and end the entire interaction. He hands her the bills, grabs Dean’s hand, and is already moving away from the booth by the time Janet calls “See you Wednesday!” after them.

Cas drags him all the way back to the car without stopping for tomatoes, or Sam's carrots, or the free-range eggs that are way too expensive but Cas buys anyway because you can taste when the hen is well cared-for, Dean (whatever that means). They slide into the car, still not talking, and sit in silence for several long seconds. Dean stares at Cas, who stares out the windshield at the parking lot.

"I can explain," Cas speaks, finally, right as Dean was about to open his mouth and say anything to break the silence.

Dean pauses. Can you? Cause I feel like I missed a few chapters, he thinks.

"I don't work late on Wednesdays," he says instead.

"Oh." Now it's Cas staring at Dean, and Dean staring out at the asphalt.

He turns the keys. He drives them home.

Later, making dinner, Dean rolls the word around in his head. Husband. He's making his husband pasta (It's missing the tomatoes. He's made more with less).

Husband doesn't feel like a costume, like an ill-fitting suit and scratchy tie. It doesn't feel like high school gossip, or a monster trying to hit him where it hurts. It settles in warm in his chest.

It's just the two of them that night, and they're eating in the comfortable silence of the bunker until Dean clears his throat and brings it up. "Why does Janet at the farmer's market think we're married?"

Cas pauses, fork of pasta halfway to his mouth. He puts the fork down and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad," Dean hurries to clarify. "It's just that there's usually, uh. Steps, you know. Like a whole....thing."

"I'm aware." Cas sighs. "She assumed, seeing us around - the first time I spoke to her without you, she asked where my husband was. And I..."

"You didn't correct her?"

"...No. I, um." Cas is looking down at his plate again. He picks up the fork, still half-full of pasta, then puts it back down again. "I didn't want to?" He says the end of the sentence like a question but looks back up at Dean and squints just a bit, and Dean knows he's watching for a reaction.

"Uh huh."

"It felt trivial."

"To tell her we're not married?"

"To call you my boyfriend." For the first time, he stumbles over the word.

Dean blinks. "You--" he stops, brain processing too much information to finish that sentence. "Okay." He leans back in his chair. Sighs. Rubs a hand across his eyes and lets it drag down his face. "Okay, listen. I don't like boyfriend either, but we gotta...talk about it."

"We are talking about it. You don't like it either?" Cas leans forward as Dean slumps back, following him across the table.

Dean snorts. "No, man." He shakes his head. "It's been a decade. I've seen you die." Six times. But who's counting.

"I agree." Cas pauses, and then, as if it's the most natural conclusion in the world, "Will you marry me?"

Dean actually laughs at this. "You're asking me that now?"

Cas quirks an eyebrow at him. "I've grown quite fond of calling you my husband at the farmer's market. I'd like to continue."

Dean stares at him in disbelief. It's not how he'd pictured it going, but he also can't think of it going any other way. Slowly, he nods. "Yeah, okay. Let's be husbands."

Across the table, Cas grins at him.

"But we're getting rings," Dean points a finger at him, because something about this is going to be normal.

"If you'd like. Although I already told Janet that you can't wear a ring because of your work at the garage, and I don't wear mine in solidarity."

"Rings," Dean insists, and decides to overlook the rest of that sentence. For now. He stabs his fork into a pile of the pasta. "And let me stop for the damn tomatoes next time."

They get rings and wear them on chains around their necks. Cas puts a beehive on the hill, and there's a small ceremony in the summer - a "vow renewal" to Cas' beekeeping group, who all receive invites attached to little jars of honey. Janet gets the nicest one.