#I started thinking of which side I was on

[andraxicated]

Rainy cockwarming and sex with all the LIs!

This is just a little sexy blurb, but imagine...🌧💦

It's nighttime, raining, and you're in the mood for cuddles. So he's all pressed up against your back, and you could feel him eventually getting excited. You shift and groan, saying that you're not in the mood for sex. You just want to sleep. So he keeps his hands to himself until he can't take it anymore. He just has to ask you, and if you agree, then you'll both be happy. Surely, his darling won't deny him a bit of pleasure?

Xavier would kiss your neck, then travel slowly to the area underneath your breasts. His hand would caress your waist to get you in the mood. And you can't help but squirm and curl up in pleasure. He'd ask, "Can I put it in?" and you'd give in, raising your leg to let him hit it from the back and insert himself slowly into your warmth. He feels full inside you and he'd moan so close to your ear. He'd thrust slowly a few times, keeping it nice and steady before a few fast thrusts. He cums inside before being sleepy and staying inside you to warm his cock. It ended up with you not being able to sleep.

Zayne would tell you sheepishly that his dick hurts from all the blood that flowed to the area. It's not his fault he gets so turned on from you in your pajamas. You turn to him, giving in because you do not want him to be uncomfortable all night. He'd kiss you as thanks before pulling down your pajamas and entering you slowly because he's big. You cry out and shake, but Zayne would soothe you so that his presence inside your cunt would be pleasurable for both of you. "You're so good to me..." He stays still inside you, not doing anything, until you give in from the frustration of just cockwarming. "Zayne, move please..." And Zayne would comply and start at a slow pace until a few hours later where you're absolutely getting pounded into the mattress.

Rafayel would peek over at your side and say, "You're not asleep" to which you open your eyes to roll them and face him. "Because I'm trying to sleep with your dick pressed to my ass". He'd just give a smirk and a few minutes later he's gripping the base of his cock to prod at your entrance, tapping a few times before entering. You both moan at the pleasure and he immediately gets to work, no questions asked. He'd piston his cock in and out to make you scream, getting lost in the lovemaking, before manhandling your body to the next position where he fucks you at a deeper angle.

Sylus would have his arms around you while you try to sleep and sense the desire pooling between your thighs when his cock twitched between the plush of your ass. Goosebumps rise from your body when his large hand stalks towards your center and slips inside your shorts, feeling your pussy for wetness. "You're wet," He claims, and you feel like a cat caught in a trap because it is true. You were soaking to the point his big cock didn't have much resistance when pushing in because you made it so easy for him. Sylus has you in a mating press because he loves it when he sees the expressions you make while having sex. He moves and gives experimental thrusts for you to adjust until he actually starts fucking your cunt up so hard the headboard bangs against the wall.

Caleb would put his nose near your neck and dry hump you, thinking you were fast asleep. "Fuck, pips I love you aahhh" He gets off on your scent but his cock is still heavy with the load he's carrying. You were still awake and let him have his fun, knowing Caleb had to release a few more times before falling asleep. So you decided to help by climbing on top of him, taking out his cock, and throwing your discarded underwear on his face. He moans louder than you, his face showing great pleasure when his member is fully embraced in your warmth. He displays his gratitude to you by thrusting from underneath and keeping you impaled on his cock until he cums and falls asleep. He has to stay inside, of course.

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Masterlist

Thinking about Nerd!Gojo sitting behind his geeky little science project like a kicked puppy in a hoodie two sizes too big, shoulders slumped as he watches person after person walk right past his stall without so much as a glance.

His glasses are slightly crooked, one leg bouncing nervously beneath the table, right hand fidgeting with a clicky pen that’s already half-snapped.

You definitely didn’t come here for this.

The science fair was mostly a glorified excuse to leave your dorm before your roommate subjected you to another hour of screaming about her situationship and eating spicy ramen on your bed.

But now you’re looking at this tall, awkward boy who looks like he’s slowly evaporating from the lack of social interaction.

His display is brilliant. There are twinkling little lights in a model solar system, and a bunch of laminated diagrams with handwritten notes in tight, slanted print. But people just stroll by like they’re allergic to effort.

And honestly, you weren’t planning to care. Not until his eyes snap up to yours.

A shade of gorgeous, bright, glassy blue. They widen behind silver-rimmed glasses, a blink of disbelief before a hopeful sort of brightness takes over his whole face.

You slow down. Because who wouldn't after seeing that look on his face?

"Hi," you say casually, hands in your pockets.

His mouth falls open for a second, like his brain blue-screened.

“Hi! Oh—uh—welcome to my project,” he blurts, scrambling upright so fast he nearly knocks over one of the solar system models. “Sorry. Sorry. Just—hi. Are you into Astrophysics?”

You glance at the fancy title printed in bold across his poster:

Gravitational Time Dilation: A Simulation-Based Study.

“I mean, i like the stars. And Interstellar was cool?”

He laughs. It's a breathy, half-disbelieving kind of chuckle, and suddenly his whole face lights up.

“That totally counts,” he says, nodding way too seriously. “Okay, uh, here—this part represents the gravitational curvature caused by massive objects. Which means time actually bends near a black hole.”

He fumbles around and presses a button. A tiny motor kicks in and one of the models starts to slowly spin, simulating gravitational lensing.

You nod, even though you’re pretty sure you understood maybe two of the five words he said. “I thought that the whole time bending thing was a metaphor or something.”

“Nooo, it’s absolutely real! I mean, not the fifth-dimension bookshelf stuff, but the time dilation is legit,” he says, practically vibrating now, fingers tapping the side of the model. “Like if you parked a spaceship near a black hole and then came back, your friends would be, like, old. Or dead. Probably dead. It’s kinda depressing, actually.”

You bite back a smile at how excited he is. “Wow. That’s… morbidly romantic.”

He pauses.

Then clears his throat, pushing his glasses up. “I mean, dying alone in space is kinda poetic.”

You laugh.

He laughs too, a little too hard, and then suddenly looks panicked like—shit, was that weird?

But you’re not weirded out, not even close.

“Sure. Although full disclosure, I don’t know batshit about space.”

“That’s okay,” he says quickly, smiling as if that’s the best news he’s heard all day. “I can explain. I love explaining. Ask me anything.”

So you ask more questions, even the dumb ones. Especially the dumb ones. And to your surprise, he never talks down to you.

Satoru stumbles over his words sometimes, but not once seems to mind your follow-up questions, even when you mix up neutron stars and nimbus clouds. He just keeps going, like he’s been waiting his whole life for someone to stand here and just listen.

You aren’t even trying to flirt, but he’s so damn earnest it sort of feels like flirting anyway.

Eventually, you glance at the time and sigh. “I should get going. My dormmate’s probably wondering if I got abducted by aliens.”

He deflates instantly, like someone popped his internal helium tank. “Oh… that makes sense. Thanks for stopping by.”

You’re just about to step away, offering him a small smile and a soft “This was fun,” when his eyes flick downward.

“Wait— is that the Chang textbook?” he asks, squinting like he’s not trying to memorize every title on your book cover.

You pause and glance down at the heavy thing tucked under your arm. “Yeah, it’s for Chem 203.”

He perks up instantly, like a plant finally getting sunlight. “You’re in Chem 203?”

“I mostly sit at the back and doodle in the margins,” you say, shifting the book in your arms. “And my grades are hanging on by a single valence electron.”

He laughs. “I’m in that class too! I usually sit near the front—uh, big glasses, white hair, probably looked like I was possessed or something.”

You tilt your head, the realisation hitting you finally. “Wait. That’s you? I thought you were just some intense TA.”

“No, unfortunately. Just me.”

He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish now, eyes flicking to the floor for a beat before he tries to play it cool. “I mean, I guess if you need some help with chem—I’d be happy to assist. We could go over some things together, if you’re okay with... that.”

You pretend to consider it. “Hmm. Do you charge by the hour, or is this a discount situation?”

He blinks. “I mean, I can give you, like, the friend rate? If we’re friends? Or not. I didn’t mean to assume—”

“Relax, Einstein.” You laugh, shifting your grip on the book. “I’d love the help.”

You start rummaging through your pockets, half-distracted.

“Hang on—need something to write with. Gimme your number.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence.

“...My number?” he echoes, like you just asked him for a kidney.

“Yes, your number.” you say slowly, enunciating each syllable. “You know, the ten digits? For modern communication.”

“Right! Totally. I can—uh—yeah, I can give you that. Lemme just—” he pats himself down like a man on fire, checking every pocket, flipping his notebook, looking under the table like maybe a post-it note will crawl out and offer itself up.

“It’s fine,” you chuckle, amused by the sight. “You can just write it on my hand.”

He freezes mid-motion, slowly turning to you like you just offered him your soul.

“Your hand?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Unless that’s too weird for you. I guess you don’t want me to have it—”

“No! No, no, I do! I mean—I can do that.” he stammers, already reaching for his sharpie again.

You smile and extend your hand for him, palm open.

He swallows hard, before reaching out.

Gojo's fingers wrap gently around your wrist, warm and a little shaky, as he steadies your hand in his. His thumb grazes across your skin as he lines the pen up, then exhales softly like he’s trying not to freak out over the fact that he is touching a girl and she is not recoiling. In fact, you’re smiling.

“There,” he says quietly, fingers unwrapping from your wrist slowly.

You glance at it, then back at him. “What if it washes off?”

His eyes widen. “Wait—should I—? Do you want me to—?”

You shrug, smiling. “Guess you’ll have to pick a permanent marker next time.”

His laugh is boyish, ridiculously fond. “I guess so.”

You step back, tucking your arm against your chest. “Thanks, space boy. I'll text you later.”

You start to walk away, but something makes you turn to glance back once. He’s still watching you, dazed, the heat still clinging to his cheeks, ears tinged slightly red.

You shoot him a wink.

He nearly falls off the stool.

A/N: Comment 'Nerdjo 👅' if you'd like to see a full-length fic for this. Also, apologies if I went too geeky on the physics, have to use my degree somewhere.

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[trashytracktales]

okay kinda of a weird question but how do you think lando would react at eating aphrodisiacs by accident or something and suddenly he’s all hot and salivating ….like he would definitely try to play it cool and stay nonchalant but he can feel the blood flowing south and south, he’s kinda dying inside lmao it would be so funny to witness

Phenylethylamine | LN⁴

🍫 summary ──── Lando has a habit of stealing her sweets, but after he accidentally eats her special chocolate, his girlfriend makes sure it’s the last time he touches them without asking.

🍫 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

🍫 rating ──── explicit

🍫 warnings ──── 18+, graphic sexual content, descriptive language, swearing, smut, aphrodisiac use (very exaggerated symptoms for the sake of writing smut lmao), sexual frustration, teasing, mutual masturbation, pillow humping/grinding, praising, unprotected sex, soft power dynamics, light slapping, detailed descriptions of sweat, cum, and wetness + messy sex scenes with even messier finishes, overstimulation and multiple orgasms, post-sex banter (I apologize in advance for my broken humor).

🍫 word count ──── 5.3k

🍫 date ──── Jun. 30, 2025

🍫 a/n ──── I swear this was supposed to be cool and nonchalant while Lando died on the inside, but I saw this ask during ovulation so here we are, allow me ☝🏻🤓

LANDO IS IRRITATED.

He fumbles with the lock, only managing to open the door after the third attempt. The moment it swings inward, he’s hit with the familiar warmth of their apartment, but its comfort doesn’t tame the ache pounding through his bloodstream. Every inch of him thrums with a need he’s never felt before, not this intense and constant, and he can’t see the end of it, no matter how hard he tries to calm down.

He’s flushed from head to toe, his cheeks adorably painted in a pale shade of pink, his pulse visibly agitated under the hot skin. So hot that it can set him on fire.

The clothes are suffocating, making him wonder how it’s possible to feel the them on every inch of the body they make contact with, starting with his shoulders and ending with the tip of his toes.

The second the door clicks shut behind him, she hears the noise like a gunshot. It’s not just the sound, but the energy it propagates throughout the silent apartment, heavey and rushed at the same time. She also hears him muttering something to himself, which makes her smile with how bothered he seems.

Lando’s footsteps hit the floor like he’s even forgotten how to walk, but then he stops when he sees her waiting in the living room. Most likely looking forward to just point and laugh at him.

And he can’t blame her, since he probably looks like an idiot right now. A very horny idiot.

His curls are slightly damp at the temples, the collar of his team hoodie stretched and clinging to his neck with cold sweat. One hand clenches uselessly at his side, unable to sit still while switching his weight from one leg to the other. His lips are a little red and glossy, probably from licking them every few seconds, and his pupils are noticeably dilated.

He’s either already commited a crime or he’s about to, the girl thinks.

“You’re home early,” she teases, fighting a smile.

His breath comes shallow when he speaks, “Yeah, well,” Lando nods, stepping out of his shoes. Even the glide of fabric against his thighs makes him groan. Every movement of his muscles sends sparks firing straight to his cock, already hard, twitching in his boxers with every maddening beat of his heart. “Called Oscar about halfway to tell the team I wasn’t feeling well. And I’m pretty sure he heard me moan right before I hung up.”

She leans a shoulder against the doorway, arms loosely crossed. “Mhm,” she hums, “Are you sick, Lando? Coming down with fever or something?”

He snorts. “I think I blacked out driving back,” says Lando, rubbing a hand down his face like the memory — or lack of one — spooks him. “I don’t even remember when…” his eyes drop, landing directly on the hem of her shorts.

Her sleepwear is laughably minimal, he figures. Silk jersey shorts that ride high on the thigh, the kind that barely conceal the gentle curve of her ass cheeks when she shifts her weight. Plus the tank top that’s one size too small, holding her breasts like it’s one inhale away from failure. No bra, of course, because why spare him?

She catches where his gaze is pinned and lets her lips curl. “So it works then,” she purrs, stepping toward him with languid grace. “Interesting.”

Lando opens his mouth like he might agree, but nothing comes out except a strangled little exhale.

She gets in front of him, lightly brushing her chest against his, while letting her face tilt up toward his. She notices how hard he tries to remain casual and nonchalant, but she sees how he swallows his saliva every three seconds, like a thirsty, overly excited puppy.

Her mouth parts, going in for the kiss he’s clearly desperate for, but ends up planting a light peck on his cheek instead.

Lando’s jaw clenches beneath her lips. He knows her well enough to know that she will jump on any opportunity to make him suffer just to get even, so he’s in no hurry to put his thoughts in order now. In return, he grips her by the waist and yanks her flush against him. One hand slides down without hesitation and cups the underside of her ass, fingers splaying possessively over her skin. His breath catches when her body finally presses fully to his, making her gasp a little when he squeezes. His lips crash onto hers, tongue immediately sweeping past her lips as if asking would take too long.

She laughs into his mouth, amused yet breathless, because she can feel how every part of him is straining, twitching, and aching to be taken care of.

Pulling back a little, she licks her lips while keeping her eyes on his glassy, fucked-out gaze. “You’re sweating,” she informs him as if he’s not already aware of it. “You need a shower.”

“I need you,” he contradicts her with no hesitation, pressing her tighter against him.

She laughs again. “Right. As if I’ll let you have it that easy,” says the girl, pushing him in the chest in order to slip out of his embrace. “You ate my chocolate, Lando. All of it, like the greedy man that you are.”

“Exactly,” he points out. “You know I have a sweet tooth, and that makes it your fault entirely. For leaving it out on display like that.”

Lando is breathing hard as he watches her hips sway just ahead of him, each step teasing him harder than the previous one. Her shorts ride higher with every movement, revealing more of those soft curves he can’t stop thinking about, now that they’re right there.

She pauses at the bedroom door before turning around. “Well, then. Maybe next time you’ll ask before stealing, even if it is out on display like that,” she shrugs, and disappears inside, curious to see how long it takes until he’ll actually break.

Without wasting time, Lando trails behind her into the bedroom like a teenager who’s just been grounded, even more frustrated than he was a minute ago, and seconds away from whining.

“Wait, that’s it? You actually won’t let me fuck you now?” he asks, voice laced with slight annoyance. His brows are pulled together, chest rising fast beneath his hoodie. He looks half-wrecked already, like just being near her is doing damage.

As a response, the girl sits gracefully on the edge of the bed, her knees spreading slightly and her eyes holding his like a silent dare. “I will, I will,” she says calmly, voice velvet-smooth. “But you’re gonna have to work for it.”

He blinks in disbelief, a chuckle leaving his mouth in a breath. “Work for it? Look at me, darling.”

She leans back on her palms, the curve of her mouth going smug. “Yeah, I see you, needy boy. Sadly, the chocolate was meant for both of us,” she reminds him. “But you ate it all, so now you’re a mess, and I’m not even close. Not fair.”

Lando sighs, running both hands down his face. “No, you are unfair,” he accuses.

She shrugs. “Make me want it like you do,” she adds, then watches as he strips, without complaining any further, as if he already has a clear plan in mind on how to.

He yanks his hoodie over his head first, ruffling his curls and making them even messier in the process. The fabric lifts, revealing the toned stretch of his abdomen, leaving her admiring her boyfriend for a moment, until her gaze dips lower as his arms flex, veins prominent, just as he gets pissed at the drawstring of his pants like it’s personally offended him.

He kicks them off in a frenzy, almost loses balance, stumbles a step back, then mutters a breathless, “Fucking hell.”

She lets out a small laugh, biting her lip while she watches him stand there, half-naked and impossibly bothered.

His cock bobs free when he kicks off his boxers, flushed a deep red, thick with arousal and already glistening at the tip. He’s hot, and she’d have no issue letting him fuck her into oblivion like this, but the game she’s planned for Lando is more complex, meant not only to remind him not to steal her sweets again, but also to get revenge for every time he teased her while she was the needy one.

“Spread for me,” he orders soflty in a barely audible voice.

She complies, her legs parting slowly as she stares at him with a knowing look. Lando can’t read that expression at first, but when he’s close enough to kneel in front of her, the girl lifts one leg with practiced grace and places the ball of her foot gently against his chest. The pressure is light, but commanding, making him freeze in place.

“Right there,” she says. “Stay.”

The flicker in his eyes stops too, somewhere between adoration, confusion, and desperation, all at once.

Lightly, she trails her foot down his torso then up again, leaving tiny goosebumbs behind. As tamed, her hand slips beneath the waistband of her shorts, feeling her breath catching and lips curving upward in a sort of smirk, but far more intimate. Her eyes don’t leave his, especially not when her fingers easily find the clit, but then she closes them, inhaling through her mouth like she’s trying to remember how air tastes like.

Lando exhales sharply, the sound loud in the silence, doing the only thing he can at the moment: stares.

“Baby…” he starts, then trails off.

One of his palms curls around her ankle, placing a wet kiss there, his hungry eyes watching her pleasure herself as she purposefully tortures him with her pretty noises.

She hums in response, but not to mock him this time. It’s just light satisfaction, as she stays focused on the movement of her fingers, the heat building slowly but surely. Her other hand rests on the sheets beside her, gripping them tightly as she finds deeper places inside. Each breath she takes deepens the burn in his belly, too, and when she opens her eyes again, Lando’s are dark and fixed. On her.

“Come here,” she says.

Lando doesn’t hesitate. He leans over, kissing her lips like he needs to be saved. His hand rests beside her head, steadying himself in the process, while the other brushes her waist. He always loved her velvety skin, but now its smoothness sends his whole body into overdrive; he needs to grab, to squeeze and bite, to leave traces that they can admire together later.

Luckily, her mouth is meeting his with the same urgency, and she pulls him deeper into the kiss, sighing against him like it’s the only way to stay sane.

His fingers slide under her top, and she lets him undress her one piece at a time, her soaked shorts first, then the barely-there tank top. She’s so beautiful beneath him, flushed and breathless and so mean for doing this to him. And then, just when Lando thinks he might finally have her, she gently pushes him down onto the mattress.

He lies back in surprise, watching her with expectant eyes. Waiting. She straddles his hips for a second, her weight a short relief on top of him, their skin meeting just for a beat, but still enough to make him think she’s about to ride him. To finally give him the release he’s craving.

It’s such a disappointment when she leans in and tugs the pillow from beneath his head instead, causing him to lie completely flat and defenseless on the mattress.

Lando closes his eyes, frustration surfacing through his words next time he speaks, “Baby, come on,” he sighs. “I get it, yeah? What do you want from me?”

“I need this big mouth shut,” she whispers, leaving a kiss on his tensed jaw, “And your pretty eyes on me,” the girl continues.

Lando lifts his head slightly the second he feels her absence, only to watch her placing the pillow between her legs, settling herself on top of it; his breath catches in his throat so sudden that his heart skips a beat for that fraction. Her thighs part, her hips roll forward, and the movement is fluid and sensual, making his thought process devastatingly slow.

He studies every shiver though, monitoring as the soft fabric disappears into the slick heat of her pussy as she sinks on it, letting out a delicate moan. She knows how to move with intention, rising and falling like a tide that pulls Lando under without his permission. His cock twitches at the sight of her grinding against the smooth cotton as her folds glisten, dragging more sticky wetness into the fabric.

His mouth goes dry and his throat feels like he’s been drinking sand. Almost like it’s an automatism, he fists himself again, not because he wants to, but because he has to.

She’s driving him mad, and they both know it. Her body is art, guiding herself with a lush precision designed to shut down the rational part of him — if he ever had one. There’s not a shy bone in her body, and no hesitation in her pleasure. And she gives him nothing more than a front-row seat to it.

Gradually, her hips catch on, moving faster and faster, as her hands clutch the pillowcase. Lando’s name escapes her lips in short spasms as she does, and that has the power to nearly break him. On the other end, he can barely speak, burning alive in his own skin. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, and he can’t tear his eyes away from the way she rocks, hips flexing in a rhythm that’s pure madness.

The breathy sounds wrap around his spine, pushing Lando to keep looking, to see exactly why she’s so lost in it. He wants nothing more than to touch her. Every single cell in his body screams at him to do so. Instead, he settles for the heat of his own skin slapping against his fist, nothing compared to what he imagines hers would be like: slick and tight and pulsing around him. The thought makes his hips quiver, and he begins to stroke faster, matching her rhythm.

His voice is wrecked when he manages, “Hate this. It fuckin’ hurts, but can’t stop.”

Her moans grow louder and arches her back in response. “That’s the point,” she replies.

“Please,” he whines, but isn’t sure what’s he begging for anymore.

She smiles as she grinds harder, letting the pillow press deeper into her clit.

As if he had reached his limits, Lando can’t bear the distance anymore. The ache in his chest is consuming, matching the one in his cock. It’s an overwhelming need, not just to touch and be inside her, but to be close, to breathe her in. So he moves, cautiously, like she might banish him if he oversteps.

Lando kneels closer to her on the mattress, muscles locked with restraint and the need to just relax. His nostrils flare, eyes flickering with carnal hunger at how she bounces, her lips opening around breathless moans that immediately ripple through him like shockwaves. His thumb slides against the swollen tip at that, smearing all the pre-cum there as he watches her move.

She lifts and sinks, again and again, so needy and so close that her moans starts coming out in short, broken cries.

“Lan…”

“That’s it, fuck. Show me how good it feels,” he whispers, eyes locked on her every tremor. “Could’ve been under you, but you’re too stubborn to ride me, hm? Trying to prove a point, aren’t you?”

She cries out again, clutching the pillow more firmly while fucking it with more urgency. Her thighs tremble as her hips chase the sweet friction, each bounce sloppier than the last. And soon after that, Lando’s cock jerks in his fist harder, watching her body unraveling in front of him. The muscles in his forearm are tight, jaw clenched so hard it hurts. His eyes can’t afford to leave her now that they’re so close. Not when every little whimper and every roll of her hips is dragging him into their own heaven.

“Shit. You gonna come, baby?” he pants. “Let me see your pretty cunt soaking my pillow.”

“Come closer,” she breathes, lifting her head to give him a knowing look.

And that’s all it takes for Lando to understand.

Her eyes flick briefly between her thighs and then back to him. There’s no hesitation in what she wants: him to be there, with her. On her. In this with her, in every way she can take him without actually having him inside her. And the implication lands like a weight in Lando’s chest.

He exhales another fuck under his breath, ragged and helpless and so greedy. His body moves before his mind catches up, sliding close enough that he can see hers shaking. The image makes him stroke rougher, everything tightening inside him as he angles himself lower.

She shifts ever so slightly, adjusting her hips so she’s dragging her soaked center over the very center of the pillow, welcoming him. Lando presses forward, his hand working in a blur, eyes burning into hers as his release crashes over him like a freight train. He lets out a strangled cry as his body tenses, then jerks; thick ropes of cum spill from him, splattering across the fabric beneath her, streaks of white painting the same cotton her pussy continues to ride, her body tweaking with a choked cry.

She sobs at the feeling, thighs clamping down and grinding right into it, catching his release with her folds, smearing it all over her clit like she’s trying to claim it.

“Fuuuck,” he almost shouts, eyes following every second of her using him, even in this way. “You’re so fucking perfect. Fucking mean, but so perfect.”

She collapses at the intensity, burying her face in the scent of their bedsheets. Lando’s still breathing hard, his hand sticky with release, the pillow soaked and shining between her thighs. His eyes are glued, watching her completely wrecked, realizing how completely in love he is, and how completely sure that nothing has ever looked more beautiful than his girl on this bed, right in this moment.

She turns her head just to catch him in her periphery. “You want to feel it?” she asks, voice velvety-soft, different from before.

She lifts herself up then, careful and fluid, staying on her knees. The pillow remains between her legs, and she adjusts it just enough to keep her clit in contact with the soaked cotton as she spreads herself open on all fours. The curve of her back is sinful, her ass arching perfectly, folds glistening in the low light, shining with her own slick and now streaked with his cum.

Lando’s mouth goes completely dry.

“Show me what that chocolate did to you,” she almost begs, closing her eyes at the irony of how quickly the tables have turned.

He’s behind her in an instant.

One hand finds her hip, then cups one ass cheek, his fingers digging in like he needs to anchor himself before drowning in his own needs. The other wraps around the base of his cock, guiding himself to her entrance.

She’s so wet that the tip slides easily through her folds, coating in the mess they’ve made together. And when he finally pushes in, the sound he makes is broken — a choked, inhibited whimper that shoots out of his chest like a bullet. His head drops between his shoulders as her wet heat clamps around him, drawing him in, inch by inch.

“Oh my fuck,” he breathes, hips jerking deeper involuntarily. “You feel so good, love.”

Her mouth falls open, rocking back enough to take him fully. The pillow shifts under her, and her clit finds it again, angled perfectly for her to feel it every time he moves behind her.

“Just like that… Stay close.”

Lando’s hands grip her firmly, fingertips pressing into her skin in order to make sure she’s not moving a single inch without his approval. Then, he begins to thrust, shallow and controlled for a fraction, breath catching with every grind of her hips. The slick sounds of their bodies joining blend with the wet friction of her pussy dragging against the cum-soaked cotton, making her melt under him like ice-cream forgotten in the sun, her spine flexing with every roll of his hips.

“So close, baby,” he speaks against her back, barely able to breathe from how hard he’s pushing inside her. “You take me so easy. Opening up like it’s nothing, hm?”

She responds to him by pushing back into him again, and the groan Lando lets out is harsh, and almost pained.

“More,” she tells him. “Wanna feel all of you while I ride your mess.”

The smile blooming on his face is diabolical, his hips slapping against her ass as the wet squelch of her grinding continues beneath them. She swallows her whimpers instantly, biting her lip to stifle the sounds as her clit gets overstimulated, friction sending lightning through her limbs.

He can’t stop praising her, voice breaking between thrusts, “So good around me. So fuckin’ tight. Not gonna last, baby.”

“No,” she pants. “Don’t stop.”

He couldn’t, even if he wanted to. The need to feel her around his cock like that is greater than any rational thought he’s ever had. Every time he pushes into her, it’s like the first time all over again, and he can’t see a place in time where he will ever stop.

She’s so full of him. Every inch of her stretching sweetly, clutching tight, sucking him deeper with a need that borders on pure lust. He opens her wider, but her thighs press together weakly in order to prolong the pleasure.

His second climax crashes into him violently and unannounced. Lando buries himself as deep as he can go, body locked in place, and lets go with a throaty moan that tears straight from his chest. His cock pulses hard inside her, again and again, hot spurts of cum flooding her cunt, so much of it that it spills around his length, dripping down her thighs.

Her body jolts forward with every thrust, the bed creaking beneath them and, as a result, her arms give out beneath her, causing her to collapse face-first into the pillow, all of her moans muffled that way.

Somehow, his hips are still moving.

Even as he comes, his body keeps going with hard thrusts that punch wet sounds from between them, desperate and uncontrollable.

His brain fogs over, drowned in heat and light and so much pleasure. His skin burns from his cheeks to the soles of his feet, heart pounding against his ribs like it’s trying to escape his ribcage. His muscles are on fire, too, burning from the inside out as if they’re tearing away from his bones with every twitch and instinctive snap of his hips into her soft, fucked-out body.

Lando can’t take his eyes off where she’s stretched tight around him, glistening and clenching, drawing him in, not wanting to let go. It feels like he’s getting harder inside her, the pleasure and pain blending together and sending both of them to a realm where nothing else exists, except their bodies, intertwined.

The high doesn’t fade, but tears start stinging at the corners of his eyes. Worn out, Lando leans in and pants against the sweat-damp skin of her back, overwhelmed and on the edge of begging for mercy. Or more. He presses his forehead to the space between her shoulder blades and groans, a loud noise that doesn’t sound human anymore.

“Fuck, baby,” he exhales. “This is... holy shit. I can’t stop fucking you.”

He’s leaving marks on her skin, whether he means to or not. Red smudges blooming beneath his fingertips where he grips her hips, fingerprints on her waist, even the shadow of teeth at the swell of her ass from when he’d bit down, without remembering exactly when. His thighs slap wetly against hers, over and over, as he drives his cum deeper into her, their combined mess dripping in thick trails, soaking further into the sheets.

Yet, she’s still muffling her moans into the pillow.

Lando frowns through the daze, instincts cutting through his pleasure like a blade. Gently, his hand lifts and slaps the flesh of her ass, enough to jolt her body and shake her back to the surface.

“You still with me?” he asks, barely holding together.

She lets out a soft cry, assuring him that she is.

At that, he moves without thinking, one arm wrapping around her middle, pulling her up until she’s kneeling against his chest, her back flush to his front. Her head falls back onto his shoulder, and he cups her breast with one hand, the other holding her steady as he keeps moving inside her, slower now, but no less desperate.

Her pussy squeezes around his length, still so warm, so slippery and wet from the storm of sinful whimpers and sounds between them.

“Ask your friend where she got the goddamn chocolate, yeah?” Lando urges her. “And order a dozen of ‘em.”

She would’ve laughed at the irony, but she’s far too busy to feel every sensation in her body, that’s crumbling against his heated chest with every passing second.

He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold them up like that. Every muscle in his body is shaking with exhaustion and bliss and something close to a irrational fear that he might actually never come down from this high.

With that in mind, Lando’s hand drifts down her stomach, then south enough to find her clit, fingers brushing the swollen bundle gently. She twitches in his arms, back arching, thighs trying to close around his wrist, but he holds her open with his knee.

“Let go all over me, beautiful,” he asks in a soft, wrecked tone.

He can feel her throbbing under his touch, puffy, drenched, and so sensitive it’s almost pains him that he’s not eating her out instead. But her hips roll into his fingers anyway, chasing the friction while grinding on his cock, the new angle hitting just right.

For a moment, Lando closes his eye only to listen to her breathing, knowing he’s the reason why she’s so utterly spent. Then he shifts the girl onto her back, her legs falling open like muscle memory. He leans over her, cock still nestled inside her heat, and continues to shove all of his need inside.

One thrust.

Then another.

Until she finally breaks.

Her cry splits the air, eyes fluttering shut as her orgasm crashes through her. Her walls are fluttering and coating his cock in fresh wetness, so much of it that he can feel it sliding down his thighs. Her body is convulsing with it, fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving behind crimson crescent moons, that she’ll kiss tomorrow morning in order to wake him up.

Lando is so lost in the feel of her, stopping for a beat just to stay inside her like that, deep and still, watching her fall apart around his cock.

He leans down then, lips pressing to her skin, tracing wet kisses down her neck, continuing up the curve of her ribs, then over her heaving chest. When he reaches her nipple, he takes it into his mouth, gently sucking until she lets out the softest whimper, then releases it with a wet pop that echoes in the room.

His nose brushes her silk skin when he pulls back to look at her again. “This taught me nothing,” Lando jokes.

“What do you mean?” she asks, brushing the hair off his damp forehead.

“I mean,” he exhales a relieved sigh, “If you wanna train me not to eat your sweets, this is not the way to do it.”

She lifts her hand to cradle his face, thumb brushing across his flushed cheek. Lando’s eyes close at the touch, lashes fluttering like he’s trying to hold back the way he’s feeling everything so deeply.

It doesn’t matter. Quite frankly, she doesn’t even care anymore.

“You’re so pretty like this,” she whispers.

That opens Lando’s eyes, and he looks at her like she’s just spoken the only truth he’s ever needed to hear.

Without warning, his mouth presses against her, all tongue and spit and too much teeth, but neither of them minds. Their bodies can barely keep up, nerves fried, but their lips move like they’ve still got everything to say without words.

Eventually, Lando lets out a breath and finally pulls out of her, both of them wincing a little at the hypersensitive drag. Their combined release spills out of her in messy drips, soaking everything around them as they let out a sigh of relief together.

The room is warm and smells like sex and sweat and something far sweeter underneath — maybe the chocolate that’s finally leaving his bloodstream, but still clinging to him like a final reminder.

She shifts against him, tired and sleepy yet satisfied, curling her body into his side and resting her head on his chest. His heart is still pounding, steady and exhausted beneath her ear, like a lullaby.

Lando glances down at her, eyes soft that makes him look so in love.

“What?” he asks, once he hears her giggle.

She bites her lower lip, grinning up at him while her fingers start drawing lazy circles on his damp chest. “I thought you were gonna hump the door the second you walked in.”

He groans, throwing an arm over his eyes dramatically. “Don’t start,” he warns.

She laughs harder at that, a little breathless still, and kisses a line along his ribs.

“I was sweating in places I didn’t even know I had pores,” Lando cotinues, “And I still feel my dick vibrating. Like, it’s just sitting there… vibrating.”

“Shit,” she chokes on another chuckle. “Is it about to detach and walk off on its own?”

Lando lifts his head slightly, giving her a tired, unamused glare. “If it does, I hope it finds you and haunts the rest of your days. Like some cursed dildo with abandonment issues.”

Her hand is slowly drifting downward, familiar and teasing, fingers just grazing his stomach with a dangerous glint in her eye.

He jerks under her, grabbing her wrist immediately. “Stop that.”

She blinks up at him, all fake innocence. “Why?”

“I’m not even joking. If you touch me right now, I will go fetal and weep,” he says flatly, eyes wide with honest fear.

“That bad?” she asks, more curious now than anything.

Lando groans and drags a pillow over his face, before realizing it’s the same pillow they’ve ruined. “Fuckin’ hell, mate,” he cries, lifting it in the air to shoot a look at it, his curls flattened to one side, eyes wide and scandalized. “I just shoved my face into our crime scene. It’s in my nostrils, fuck’s sake.”

She’s still laughing when he glances down at her, only for her expression to freeze mid-giggle, brows touching together in complete horror.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Lando.”

He blinks. “Hm?”

She points an accusing finger at his feet, “You didn’t even take your socks off?”

He lifts his head slightly, looks down at his bare chest and his entirely naked body, except for the pitiful white socks still clinging to his feet like two forgotten soldiers.

He shrugs, flopping his head back. “I was in a rush. You don’t know how it feels.”

“You animal,” she gasps, looking personally offended, like she’s just been betrayed by the man she loves. “You fucked me like a possessed man with socks on?”

“They’re my beautiful Quadrant socks,” he defends, waving a hand weakly.

“Your overpriced Quadrant socks,” she corrects him. “Who charges twenty dollars for a pair? You need to be castrated.”

Lando leans in and presses a sticky kiss to her forehead, letting out a spent chuckle. “After my bee stops buzzing, love.”

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[binmeister]

Vocally incompatible

Jinu & Rumi x Producer! Reader - Scenario

Where you have to step in and guide a couple of squabbling idols on how to sing with chemistry.

CW: Kinda fluff, both of them are crushing on you highkey, RuJinu are more platonic sibling rivalry in this AU - not proofread

OST - Everytime - CHEN, Punch (listen if you haven’t please see the vision I beg)

Were you in hell? You had to be. Of course working in any form of creative media sucks but it is actually kind of insane what you’ve been put through for the last 3 hours of recording session 2 of 3. Jinu and Rumi, two extremely vocally talented idols and leaders of their respective groups could sing their way out of anything. But apparently had less chemistry than you personally did with a toaster and a bath tub filled to the brim with water.

How could this happen? You envisioned such a beautiful harmony from the two of them, surely they could harmonise off eachother with Rumi’s richer tone and Jinu’s heavenly high notes but it was like oil and water in a hot skillet - both trying to overpower the other and just completely unable to sync up and get their shit together. You were rested against the vast audio equipment in front of you, elbows on the very edge of the table with your head in your hands as the duo in the booth had both stopped to take a water break. You felt like you were at your wits end, there’s no way they couldn’t get their shit together right?

The track you envisioned their voices on was supposed to be a romantic and charming song, they didn’t even need to harmonise that much with Jinu taking up the masc. vocal lines they only needed to harmonise at the last chorus but it was like they were fighting each other with their singing voices. Was it too much to ask of them? You heard the booth door click open and the two had walked back into the main studio with you, Rumi grumbling a little to herself as she gave Jinu the stank eye. You couldn’t see it but Jinu had stuck his tongue out at her, and her jaw dropped as she raised a hand to swat at him but before she could he side stepped her and made a noise which finally got you to raise your head to look at them - Rumi tried to play it cool, pretending to stretch with her raised hand and not show that she was mid-assault on the taller male. 

“Guys I just.. what is going on?” You finally spoke, your voice drained as you eyed them both in genuine confusion and maybe even a little concern. You expected things to be bumpy but you’re nearly about to waste a whole second session of unusable audio because no matter how much you attempted to guide them with words alone the two just.. couldn’t synergise. They both pointed to each other immediately, voices layered on top of each other as they made immature jabs at the other party.

“It’s him, he’s just going too high too fast.” “Me? You’re trying to sing my line!” “YOUR line? This is a duet.” “Oh so now it’s ours?”

They shut up as soon as they felt your deadpan stare on them, a wry smile on your face as you drooped in your chair. “So you guys hit it off when fighting but you can’t sing together?”

You thought it over for a little before sighing, maybe you should’ve done this from the start but you expected them to do better than what they did and admittedly you felt a little childish - surely you didn’t need to step in and record the demo because Rumi was usually fine but if you really have to... You stood up, gesturing for Rumi to take a seat in your place and then motioning for Jinu to follow you into the audio booth - handing him a pair of headphones as you took up the other pair and stood in front of the mic.

“You’re gonna sing with me, and you’re gonna imagine I’m the love of your life.” You said blankly, voice calm as you pointed at Jinu accusingly. “We’re gonna pretend we’re in a slow burn drama, you’ve finally realised you fell for me and are gonna imagine what it feels like when you look at me and all you can think is mushy gushy feelings.”

“We’ll do the first chorus and your first verse, then I’ll do the same with Rumi.” You finished, eyes on him waiting for him to at least do something to acknowledge he heard you.

The tips of Jinu’s ears were hot, he stammered a bit and nodded obediently and had to resist the urge to bite his lip. Did you catch it? How’d you know that he started to think you were cute. He didn’t have time to think as you gestured for Rumi to play the sound track, the clicks of the starting beats in his ears as he looked away from you to look at the music sheet in front of him so he could follow along with the lyrics.

“Oh every time I see you, geudae nuneul bol ttaemyeon...” You sang into the mic - your tone breathy and Jinu felt tingles at the back of his neck as he dared to let himself look at you, eyes closed as you sang and you looked. Breathtaking. He finally broke his gaze, looking ahead and catching Rumi’s expression and she was no better than him. Dreamy expression on her face as she looked at you like you lit the stars in the sky as she subtly swayed to the opening notes of the song and your voice.

“..shipeun dan han saram.” You continued on, he heard the beats signalling that he needed to harmonise soon on the shared adlibs and he let himself steal a last glance at your serene expression as your brows scrunched slightly as you gently laced the lyrics with emotion. Like you were the one that had fallen in love with someone and wanted to tell them through this song. that they meant the world to you. That maybe.. he meant the world to you.

“Baby oh oh oh oh..” His voice melted together with yours, like you two had been singing together for centuries and he could feel the butterflies in his stomach and how his chest felt a little lighter as he continued harmonising with you. Then finally it was his solo line, you had leant back away from the mic - eyes barely open as you nodded along to the song and listened to how he handled his voice and how he finally put some feeling into his words. A smile ghosted your lips and he had to resist the need to smile as he sang but he continued.

Yeah. He gets it now.

“Oh every time I see you, geudae nuneul bol ttaemyeon...” He sang out, eyes looking at the glint of your eyes and he finally understood the lyrics a little better. It felt more natural like this, with you. With Rumi it felt like the two were siblings being forced to be nice to each other and honestly, he couldn’t resist messing with her because of it. In that endearing older sibling way where they’re genetically programmed to mess with the younger one. 

It was maybe a minute more of him singing, his voice finally having that sweetness and yearning that you were in need of for this track and you couldn’t help it you were giddy. He was nearly done with his verse and on the last line you looked up, eyes meeting his and he choked on his last word before looking away to break your gaze. You didn’t catch it right? The fact that he was staring at you the entire time as he sang, as the past months of working with you played in his head - the small gestures, the banter, just everything played in his head like a movie and he rubbed the nape of his neck as you clapped for him.

“Yes! Yes this is exactly what I wanted, great job Jinu.” You cheered gleefully as you gestured for Rumi to stop the track, she looked surprised with what she heard. Jinu was capable of singing with emotion? No way. He’s just a stinky demon.. a stinky pretty demon but like, he’s still gross. Though she had to admit you guys sounded.. amazing together. Like you were confessing to each other in the snippet that was recorded and she felt a tinge of jealousy at that, she’s known you longer after all! Surely it’s just business. Jinu laughed you off, bashful as he gave an awkward tiny bow to you before he responded.

“The scenario you said to imagine, just kinda worked I guess?” He offered up as an explanation but you didn’t look into it too much, hands lightly clapping at his work before you instructed him and Rumi to swap places. As they brushed by each other Rumi couldn’t help it, she had to make a jab at him.

“Do you know what button to press orrrr.. are you gonna wing it?” It was childish, she had a smug smile on her face as he paused briefly before they both gave each other the stank eye and she entered the booth - taking up Jinu’s previous position as you bounced slightly on your feet in joy. Finally things are shaping up! Jinu sat down in the office chair in front of the audio equipment, staring blankly at all the shiny lit up buttons and dials and- okay yeah he has no clue what he’s supposed to press. 

Slowly he looked up, Rumi met his eye first and she had the same smug smile on her face as before like she just knew he had no clue what was going on and you? When he caught your eye you just smiled at him, walking up to the glass and trying to point out which buttons he needs to press and trying to talk loud enough through the muffling glass for him to understand that he shouldn’t press them until you give him a signal. He could do that much. Hopefully.

You stepped back up to the mic, turning to Rumi and beginning to give her the same breakdown you gave Jinu but instead you’d be singing Jinu’s lines instead and then you would harmonise on the bridge together.

“Rumi, I know you well enough that you’ve never thought about holding hands with someone before. I need you to just, pretend, that you finally found the love of your life okay?” It was a very, very poorly worded peptalk and she was shocked. “I too have thought about that!” Rumi said in protest, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment and she could just feel Jinu’s dumb smile as he heard everything through the mics.

“Okay okay, alright then.. imagine we’ve been arguing for weeks and then something clicks and you just, start seeing me in a different light hm? Just picture me as someone that you fell for.” You teased, your tone softer with her as you smiled at her before gesturing for Jinu to start up the song at a different part. You winced when he hit the wrong button, a screech playing in both you and Rumi’s headphones that made the other girl groan and mutter about his incompetence but you heard the muffled sorry from him as he corrected his mistake and finally the song started back up right near his chorus would end.

“Nal tteonaji marayo..” You sang out, no hesitance as you picked up the song from right after the chorus with ease. Rumi couldn’t help but look at you with an adoring gaze, she loved hearing you sing and.. you were just in your element when you were in the booth or when you were busy slaving away at mixing tracks. Like your own graceful kind of science. There was a yearning in your voice that tugged at her heart, a bittersweet touch to the words that left your lips and she really felt like you were saying these to her. A confession between the two of you.

“Nal mitgo gidaryeojullaeyo.” You continued and she let herself harmonise with you, emotion slipping into the lyrics as she let your voices mix together finally. No battle, no too much or too little on either of your voices. She perfectly melded in with yours like you were meant to sing this track together. She hit the high note beautifully, tastefully even with such ease and precision - strain free and you mentally cheered as you continued on eyes closing as you continued the last few lines with her. The emotion Rumi put into her voice, was natural like she’d been bottling up feelings and finally managed to let them out - a tint of shyness in her words as they left her lips.

“Nae unmyeongijyo. Sesang kkeuchirado.” Your voices continued together, Rumi ending the shared harmony with a softer touch and leaning away from the mic and continued to admire you as you sang out the last line that you wanted to show them. Jinu was stunned. He knew Rumi could sing, he knew you could sing but it was like he was listening to an intimate confession between two soulmates.. which made him feel a twinge of jealousy but he couldn’t deny that you both sounded heavenly together.

“Jigyeojugo shipeun neo,” You finished, letting the music play and holding up a hand to show Rumi not to continue on as you opened your eyes and stepped back. You motioned for Jinu to stop the track and he did, and you felt the tension leave your shoulders as you quietly cheered - the joy in your body leading you to bounce a little in joy as you fought the urge to let out a hoot of victory.

“Yes! YES! This is great, awesome, I just need you two do the exact same thing let’s get Jinu back in here.” You spoke quickly as you took the headphones off your head, haphazardly throwing them on the studio mic and rushed out of the booth. You spun Jinu, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his seat in a blink of an eye as you ushered him back into the recording booth so he and Rumi could try that last bridge again together. 

The finally understood what to do!

Rumi and Jinu exchanged glances. This wouldn’t end well. You gleefully gave a thumbs up to them as you started the track from the beginning, full belief in them as they started the song from the beginning again. Both flawlessly sang their solo choruses and Jinu was singing the chorus the exact same way as he did with you - but then it was like a record scratch moment as they immediately started overpowering each other again during the bridge and your smile dropped from your face.

Oh.. it seems you’ll be in here for a third session with them after all.

[rafestacenda]

dealer!rafe x aphrodite!reader

WARNINGS— fluff, make-out sesh, kissing with tongue, readers first kiss, praising

“you serious?” rafe questions you, eyes wide in surprise. probably the most emotion he’s ever shown since you met him.

you nod, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“you’re tellin’ me you look like that,” he pauses. “and you ain’t ever been kissed before?”

“you promised you wouldn’t make fun of me!” you whine, covering your face in your hands in embarrassment.

a small smirk begins to form on his face. “look at me babydoll.”

you sniffle, slowly lifting your head up to glance at him, tears pricking at the inner corners of your eyes.

he manhandles you, moving you to straddle his lap like you weighed nothing. his calloused fingers rise up to your face, gently dabbing away the wetness that threatened to spill from your eyes.

his gaze bores into yours. hunger, admiration. then, his large hands roam before they settle on your waist.

“you want me to teach you?” he asks lowly, staring at your pretty glossy lips.

you stare back at him, almost sadly. “you would do that?”

“course’ i would angelface.”

you sniffle again, letting out a quiet sigh. “okay...”

he smirks. like he knew you’d say yes, and you did. you always gave in. so easily.

“m’ gonna start, okay? just relax, i got you pretty.” he reassures you in a soothing tone and you calm down as his lips find yours.

he can barely think straight. your lips are so soft. you taste like fucking heaven. strawberry or cherry flavoured gloss— he can’t tell. he doesn’t care. he doesn’t stop either. he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow.

and you? you kiss him back with equal passion. well, you’re attempting to atleast. you’re not really sure what you’re doing, you just let him guide you.

reluctantly, he pulls away from the kiss with a soft smack, still keeping you close. you feel his warm breath on your face— his scent that smells distinctively him— expensive cologne and cigarettes.

“m’ gonna use tongue. that okay with you?” he asks you softly, making sure you were comfortable with everything he was doing.

you stare at him dazed, focused on the pink remains on his lips from yours as you hum a quiet “mhm” in response.

he smirks. “i need words baby.”

“yes...” you breathe out.

“good girl.”

his praise repeats over and over again in your head until your lips are back on his. his tongue swipes your bottom lip, demanding entrance to which you so generously gave to him. the kiss is sloppy, messy. his tongue entwines with yours. your heart races, your mind is all over the place.

you make out with him for the next ten minutes before pulling back. the air feels hotter, your bedroom feels smaller, and rafe still looks at you like he’s about to eat you.

and maybe he is.

his thumb trails across your now smudged and ruined gloss, head hazy with the lingering taste of you on his lips. “you’re so fucking beautiful. so perfect.” he praises you with a groan, face falling into the side of your neck.

“my girl.”

[33lol]

Experiment

Pazzi (paige x azzi)

SMUT

warnings: sexual content, first time, mentions of kinks, thigh riding, slight choking, pussy and ass slapping, oral, fingering, 69, slight degradation, aftercare and fluff

MDNI

wc: 3.6k

It was a late night in the two girls' dorm room. Their teammates were out god knows where doing god knows what. Paige and Azzi had been roommates now for a whole semester. They’ve spent their days growing closer as teammates, roommates, and friends. Friends. Best friends. They’d grown so much together in the few years they’d known each other, but still tiptoed around anything that seemed to have feelings tied to it. That is until this one night—quiet and intimate.

The pair had gotten ready for bed, each taking turns showering and doing their night time routines.

Azzi put on her favorite sleep shirt—which was actually Paige’s. It was a worn-in, oversized Hopkins t-shirt with Paige’s old number on it. She always wore minimal clothing to bed, as their dorm room was notorious for being pretty warm. Paige was used to this, but it still took her a minute to avert her gaze somewhere else everytime—trying to ignore how she could always see Azzi’s nipples through her shirt and knew she only had a thong on underneath.

Paige threw on a thin, grey Calvin Klein bra and a pair of old boxers that rode low on her hips. She hated wearing anything under her boxers, as night was the one time she could feel free.

Azzi sat on the edge of her bed, “Will you detangle my curls please?”

Paige smiled at the younger girl, “Of course ma”

Azzi tried to hide her blush as she dipped her head and handed over her comb to Paige. Paige sat behind her with her legs on either side of Azzi. Azzi let her eyes fall closed and relax after a long day of classes. She always loved when Paige did her hair, or massaged her scalp, or even just brushed curls away from her face. It was the small things that really got to Azzi. And for some reason, with it being Paige doing those small things, it intensified those feelings greatly.

Azzi hummed as she let her head fall back, “That feels so good.”

Paige smiled and finished her last section, “You know I always get you right”

Azzi smiled back and Paige got up from behind her. You would think after having a full day of classes, film, and practice that the two would be exhausted. However, what they didn’t let the other know is that they were very much the opposite—awake and minds racing. They both climbed in their separate beds, shutting off the lights—only leaving a small sliver of light from the window creeping in, giving the room a peaceful vibe to it.

It was only after about ten minutes of Paige lying awake thinking, that she heard Azzi shifting around in her bed trying to get comfortable. Azzi was flipping back and forth on her sides, kicking off the blanket and then pulling it back up—unable to settle down. Paige looked over at the girl and smirked, knowing what this usually meant.

“Can’t sleep?” Paige asked curiously.

“…Is it obvious?” Azzi giggled back.

“Come over here”

Without any hesitation, Azzi climbed out of her bed and padded over to Paige’s. When she stood up from her bed, however, her shirt rode up—leaving her long tanned legs out on display, even in the dim light. Paige lowered her gaze while watching Azzi walk over, knowing it was dark so she couldn’t get caught.

Azzi snuggled right up against Paige and tucked her head into the crook of her neck with her right hand on her chest. She hooked her right leg over Paige’s waist and Paige rested one hand on her thigh and her other was cradling Azzi’s back. Paige started drawing on Azzi’s back with her fingers, letting the peacefulness set in. Azzi tilted her head up at Paige and Paige looked down at her curiously.

“You tired babygirl?”

Azzi always liked when Paige used those little pet names for her. She let out a soft chuckle, “Actually no.”

“Yeah me neither. Wanna just talk?”

Azzi nodded against Paige’s chest. This dynamic has always worked for them—touchy, clingy, affectionate. They never shy away from being near one another. They do everything together, even if it means Paige sits on the counter in the bathroom while Azzi pees on the toilet. There’s never been a filter or a wall. And that’s what they both appreciate the most about the other. They can do and say and be whatever—no judgment. So naturally, they use these late night conversations as a way to share even more.

Paige exhaled slowly like she was contemplating something, “Do you like how touchy I am with you?”

The question caught Azzi off guard because she had never heard this uncertainty before. She looked up at the blonde with eyebrows knitted together, “Why?”

“Just wanna make sure it’s never too much for you.”

“Never. P, you make me feel safe when you touch me. It helps me read your moods depending on the way you touch me. I don’t want you to overthink that. You’re the only one I’m open with like this. And I also kinda like that your love language is physical touch because it gives me an excuse for you to rub my feet,” Azzi added lightheartedly.

Paige smiled and nodded, then squeezed tighter on Azzi’s thigh and pulled her almost impossibly closer. “I’ll rub your feet anytime,” she replied softly.

“Can I ask you something?” the older girl continued.

“You don’t have to ask to ask me anything” Azzi said gently.

Paige was hesitant, not wanting to overstep, “Umm.. whenever you’ve been with someone else.. has it been good?”

Azzi sat up a little straighter so she was on her elbow looking at Paige, “What do you mean?”

“Like.. I don’t know.. it’s stupid, never mind.”

“Hey, it’s not stupid P. Are you asking if anything I’ve done physically with anyone was good?”

Paige nodded, not making eye contact.

“Well actually.. I haven’t really done anything.. with anyone.” Paige looked up at her finally as Azzi continued, “I mean you know there was that one guy in 7th grade I kissed because of spin the bottle—which might I add was terrible because his lips were so wet.” Paige giggled at this.

“And then another time in like sophomore year, one of the football players came up behind me at a party and just started grabbing all over me while kissing my neck.” Paige’s jaw locked tight when she heard this.

“So basically every experience I’ve had has been bad.. and I haven’t even had sex yet. Which wouldn’t have been good anyway if I had in high school because then it would’ve been with a guy.”

Paige took this all in. Hearing how vulnerable Azzi was with her, it made her heart crack open. It also made her realize that she didn’t really know that part of Azzi’s life, but she wished she had—and is very glad to know Azzi is not into men.

“I didn’t know you liked girls,” Paige said softly, stroking Azzi’s back.

“Yeah I guess it just never really came up. But I wasn’t hiding that from you just so you know.”

“I know,” Paige said sighing. “Thank you for telling me all of that.”

Azzi smiled at her and hummed from feeling Paige scratch her back.

“You know… I haven’t either.”

Azzi tilted her head, “Had sex?”

“Well.. really kind of anything. I kissed one girl in 8th grade after her friends dared her to, but then the next week she got a boyfriend.” Azzi hummed with a frown. “And then in high school nothing happened because no one felt like the right person.”

Azzi used her right hand to play with Paige’s hair, “I’m glad you didn’t feed into the pressure of rushing something as special as that.”

“Me too. Doesn’t mean I don’t think about it though. Not to sound like horny middle school boy, but I actually think about sex a lot—what I would like and want to try.”

“And that’s not weird. I think about it a lot too. I actually have a lot of things I know I’d like and wanna try,” Azzi agreed.

Paige asked barely above a whisper, “Can I tell you my list?”

“Only if you wanna hear mine,” Azzi said playfully.

Paige smiled and kept her hand on Azzi’s thigh, rubbing circles on it with her thumb. “No judgement?”

“None P. It’s me.”

Paige hesitated awkwardly, “Uhh ok, well, I know I’d like a lot of different positions with a strap—doggy, cowgirl, but also stuff without. Scissoring, thigh riding, 69 even.”

“Would you ever wanna be strapped? Like receiving?” Azzi questioned.

“Probably.. if I trust the person.”

Azzi nodded with a softness in her eyes listening to Paige intently. Paige continued, “And then kink wise…” Paige paused blushing hard, grateful for the dim light once again.

Azzi moved her hand up to Paige’s jaw giving her reassurance.

“Um well some of these I would like on me and some doing them to the person. Uhh spitting, choking, slapping—”

Azzi cut her off out of curiosity, “Slapping where?”

“Umm I mean.. kinda anywhere? Face, tits, thighs, pussy even,” Paige admitted.

Azzi hummed and smirked warmly. “Anything else?”

Paige thought for a second, “Being blindfolded and tied down, and being called daddy.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow at this and Paige covered her face with the hand that was just on Azzi’s thigh. Azzi immediately pulled her hand away and brushed her jaw with her fingers. “Please don’t be embarrassed. I like all of that too. I mean not the daddy thing but…” She added with a breathy giggle.

Paige huffed a short laugh, “Yeah?” Paige asked in a small voice.

“Yeah,” Azzi replied softly.

“Can I hear the rest of your list?”

“Of course… I also like spitting and choking, all of the positions you mentioned—and more,” she added quietly with a giggle.

Paige smiled and moved her hand back to Azzi’s thigh. “I also would wanna try sucking the strap, and fingers. I would like my ass being slapped and grabbed—and more stuff like you,” she said again laughing harder.

Paige tickled her lightly at this. “Anything else big head?”

“Oh yes,” Azzi said dramatically, which Paige just smiled at. “Neck kissing and biting—well really anywhere, especially my ear. Nipple play, hair pulling…” Azzi looked at Paige shyly adding the last thing, “And also degradation… like playful slut shaming.”

Paige heard all of this and began tickling the younger girl again, both laughing while Paige breathlessly said, “Damn mama!”

Azzi just laughed until Paige stopped. They both settled back against each other, taking in what each other shared. Then after a beat,

“Would you ever… wanna like, experiment?" Paige asked genuinely.

“You mean with you?”

Paige just looked at her with those piercing blue eyes and nodded.

“Yeah actually,” the younger girl quickly added, “but I also don’t wanna take away from your first experience if you’re waiting for the right person like you said.”

Paige brought her hand up to Azzi’s face, running her finger over her cheekbone, then her bottom lip. “Azzi, you are the right person. You already have my complete trust.”

“Oh..” the younger girl said, then smiled at this revelation.

Paige smiled back and tilted her head while looking at Azzi’s plump lips, “Can I kiss you then?”

Azzi nodded with her lips parted. Their lips connected and Paige kept the pace nice and slow. Azzi ran her tongue against Paige’s lip, who immediately let her in. They made out like that for a few minutes. Eventually Paige pulled back while pulling on Azzi’s bottom lip with her teeth. When they looked at each other after the kiss, they both saw raw desire in each other’s eyes.

“Can we try some things we said we liked?” Azzi asked breathlessly.

“Anything you want mama. Just tell me what you wanna do first babygirl.”

“I want you to mark up my neck and chest.”

“Ok I got you baby. Can I ride your thigh while I do that?”

Azzi nodded immediately and eagerly.

Paige flipped them so she was on top and slotted their thighs so Paige could rest her weight on one of Azzi’s. “Wait,” Azzi said. “Can you take your boxers off? I wanna feel you.”

Paige smiled and nodded and leaned back on her knees before she got up, “Can I take your shirt off before I kiss on you?”

Azzi smiled back, “Please”

Paige stood up and removed her boxers, revealing herself to Azzi for the first time. Azzi reached for her to climb back up, “Come here beautiful.”

Paige climbed back on the bed and got between Azzi’s legs before leaning down to kiss her again. She pulled back and Azzi lifted her arms for Paige. Paige reached for the hem of the shirt and pulled it over Azzi’s head—exposing her perked breasts and hardened nipples. She threw the shirt to the floor and let her gaze roam Azzi’s body.

“Fuck Az. You’re perfect.” Azzi smiled looking at the girl above her.

Even though Azzi was now only in her thong and Paige was just in her bra, they didn’t feel exposed and uncomfortable at all. They felt secure and seen.

Paige leaned down and started her descent of licking, kissing, and biting marks all over Azzi’s neck and chest. While she was sucking a spot into Azzi’s skin below her jaw, Azzi grabbed the backs of Paige’s thighs and guided her onto one of her own. She slid her hands up Paige’s hips guiding her to start grinding down, “Mmm you’re so wet.”

“Because of you” Paige said, breathing against Azzi’s ear.

Paige started grinding harder and faster, but still controlled, wanting to feel everything. Paige bit at Azzi’s ear and ran her tongue over it softly. She groaned roughly and then kissed down Azzi’s jaw, running over the marks with her tongue in circles after. When Paige got further down her chest, she licked over one of Azzi’s nipples before taking it into her mouth and using her hand to play with her other tit. Azzi moaned loudly at this and squeezed Paige’s ass hard in response.

Paige jolted at the sensation and nipped at Azzi’s nipple a bit harder. Azzi let out a whine and arched into Paige which also made her thigh come up further into Paige’s core. Both of the girls were overwhelmed with sensations. Paige kissed on Azzi’s other nipple before trailing her way back up to her lips. “Does that feel good?”

“Feels so good baby. Are you good?”

“Yes ma… I’m so close,” Paige said in a low voice.

“Ok, I got you baby. Keep going,” Azzi encouraged.

Paige dropped her head right by Azzi’s ear letting out short breaths and high pitched whimpers. Azzi ran one hand through Paige’s hair, pulling just enough to have the pain be masked with pleasure. Her other hand was still harshly grabbing Paige’s ass. It only took a few more grinds of Paige’s hips on Azzi’s thigh for her to be a moaning mess while cumming.

“Fuck mama—I’m gonna cum”

“C’mon daddy… let me feel it”

Paige groaned and circled her hips one more time before collapsing on Azzi’s chest, feeling her slick drip down her leg. “Yeah I really liked that.”

Azzi stroked her back and asked, “Wanna keep going?”

“God yes. I wanna get you right baby,” Paige said knowing Azzi hadn’t gotten off yet.

Paige sat up, “Can I take your panties off?”

Azzi smiled and lifted her hips up. Paige hooked her fingers into the waistband and stripped Azzi bare. Not wanting Azzi to be the only one naked, Paige took off her bra showing herself fully. The two took a second to just look at each other—admiring the soft vulnerability they are giving to each other.

Paige leaned down, trailing her lips over Azzi’s bare stomach, creeping lower to the place that’s aching for her. Paige sucked at her hip bone and Azzi lifted her hips, chasing the contact she really wanted. Paige used her left hand to slide up Azzi’s body and settle at the base of her throat. “Can you stay still for me mama?”

Azzi nodded with her hands by her side, not knowing what to do with them. “I want you to play with your tits like a good little slut. Be a good girl for daddy. You can do it,” Paige said in a sultry voice staring up at Azzi from between her legs. Paige took her other hand and ran her fingers through Azzi’s slick, “Fuckin dripping for me huh?”

Azzi shut her eyes and tilted her head back on the pillow. Paige didn’t like that as an answer so she slapped Azzi’s pussy. Azzi gasped sharply and looked down at Paige. “I wanna see you baby.”

Azzi kept her gaze locked on Paige now as she continued running her fingers through her folds. Azzi let out a guttural moan when Paige finally ran her fingers over her clit. Azzi instinctively threw her head back again, gaining her another clap to her pussy—this time harder on her clit. Paige squeezed her throat a little firmer looking up at the girl with warning eyes.

“Keep your hands on those pretty tits for me babygirl. I got you.”

Paige moved two of her fingers down to Azzi’s entrance, sliding them in slowly. Azzi moaned in a high whimper that sounded heavenly to Paige. As a reward, Paige spit onto Azzi’s cunt and started pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Daddy—fuck—feels so good P”

Paige lowered her lips to Azzi’s clit, kissing and giving kitten licks. Paige began pumping her fingers in harder and faster while sucking on Azzi’s clit like she was starving. One thing’s for sure—if Azzi could be Paige’s last meal, she would make it happen.

Azzi was now a moaning mess. Paige could tell Azzi was getting close when her hands slowed on her tits and her walls got tighter around Paige’s fingers.

Reluctantly, Paige pulled away from Azzi. Azzi immediately feeling the loss of all sensation started to protest, “Wait why’d you stop?”

“Don’t worry mama, Imma make you cum. I just wanna taste you while you taste me,” Paige reassured.

Paige tapped on Azzi’s hip and pulled her hips up so they could flip over. Paige got under her and guided Azzi to turn around and straddle her face.

Paige immediately yanked Azzi’s hips and ass right over her face, trying to pull her lower. Azzi was hesitant, not wanting to hurt or crush Paige—even though that would be Paige’s preferred cause of death. To get Azzi to settle down, Paige smack her ass hard. Azzi whimpered at this and lowered lower. Paige smacked her other cheek, “My good girl.”

Paige began eating Azzi, sucking up her slick, running her tongue over every fold and around her clit. Azzi immediately felt her climax rush back and started grinding into Paige’s mouth. Azzi then leaned down between Paige’s legs, using her hand to stroke her folds. She gathered her slick and spread it over her clit, making Paige twitch from the slight overstimulation after having already cum once.

The two found a rhythm, matching each other’s movements. When Paige would suck on Azzi’s clit, Azzi would suck firm on Paige’s. This is how they both got to their high so fast. Paige groaned into Azzi’s pussy when Azzi licked into Paige’s cunt. The back and forth stimulus was electric. Paige ran her hands over Azzi’s ass again, grabbing hard and slapping it again. And again.. and again, until Azzi’s legs started to shake. Azzi hummed into Paige’s cunt, signaling she was close. Paige doubled down at this, which in turn made Azzi also intensify her movements.

After one last slap to Azzi’s ass and Azzi moaning on Paige’s clit because of it, they both reached their peak—gushing white heat on each other’s faces. Azzi pushed off and turned herself around so she was back facing Paige. She fell onto Paige’s chest, both breathing hard. They let the moment settle and their breaths sync before either of them said anything.

“Fuck,” they both said at the same time.

They giggled and Paige rubbed circles on Azzi’s back. “That was better than I could’ve imagined, Az. I’m really glad it was with you.”

Azzi looked up at her with tired eyes, but none the less warm, “Me too. I think… I think I only want it to be with you.”

Paige held Azzi tighter, “I want that too. I want you. I’ve wanted you—for a while now.”

Azzi leaned up to Paige’s face, kissing her again—full of intention and love.

“Stay here baby. I’m gonna grab something to clean us up with.”

Azzi nodded at her. Paige went to the bathroom and ran warm water over a wash cloth. She came back to Azzi on the bed, “Spread your legs for me baby.”

Azzi listened and let her legs fall open. Paige was careful and gentle. Azzi just stared at Paige with so much to say, but so little words available right now. Instead, she reached for Paige’s wrist and rubbed her thumb over her pulse point. Paige looked up at her and noticed a small tear falling down her face. Paige surged forward, wiping the tear away, “Are you okay mama? Did I do something?”

Azzi smiled up at the worried blonde, “No P. You didn’t you anything wrong. You did everything right.”

Paige pecked kisses all over Azzi’s face—her forehead, each cheek, the tip of her nose, and then finally her lips. “I love you, Azzi.”

“And I love you P…I mean daddy.” Azzi said now laughing.

Paige poked her stomach, shaking her head, but smiling nonetheless.

“Can we buy a strap at some point?” Azzi asked quietly.

“Definitely mama,” Paige assured.

Paige finished wiping herself up and tossed the rag in the bathroom. She climbed back in next to Azzi, pulling the covers over them and resumed her fingers scratching on her back. They finally drifted off to sleep knowing they had each other fully. They always did, but now they got to show it.

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Squid game characters x INJURED!Reader

╰┈➤ SPOILERS! some parts includes season 3

✶ Characters: Gi-hun, Nam-gyu, Cho Hyun-ju, Cho Sang-woo, Masked Officer

TW: Toxic-ish relationship (if I missed any tags remind me)

A/N: I'm genuinely speechless after watching season 3, but ngl it was so worth it Ive seen my husband holding a fish on the photo 😭💔 he absolutely looks so stupid

MASTERLIST

GI-HUN

✦ During a games he'll always make sure you're near him in case something goes wrong, he knows you can be on your own but he doesn't let it.

✦ After the failed rebellion, watching his friends die in front of him he was numbed, being chained to bed like a animal for wanting to die, the only relief he got that you're okay (it was a good call he didn't brinf you along with him, but leaving you behind was harder he didn't know if he would see you again)

✦ During a hide and seek, you got a blue team, he wanted you to switch him but you refused being stubborn, the only way he can make sure you're safe is finding you and protecting you, you were the only one he had to keep going

✦ When he wasn't able to find you he started to panic hearing all those screams reminded him of you, in panic he kept running around tyring to find you (this happens after he killed Dae-ho)

✦ In desperation he came across you but someone was attack you in that. moment he didn't even hesitate he immediately pushed him off which other dude was confused on what he was doing

✦ After what happened he realised you were badly injured there's no way for you to even get up and walk

"It's going to be okay" he said that while kept looking at the injury, your eyes were trying not to be in tears but it was hard, he knew that.

in that moment he just picked up and and kept looking for safer place for you to rest untill the game ends

"Just focus on me, alright?" He had you in bride pose while carrying you, he didn't look at you but kept looking ahead, when he found a safer place he put you on the ground, he took off his tracksuit wrapping it around your leg, during this time he didn't talk to much but inside he was panicking.

✦ He definitely felt guilty for not finding you sooner and finding you in this state, you could've died there if he didn't come across you

NAM-GYU

✦ He genuinely didn't care at first when Thanos was alive, you were just fun to them like any person was, having you in group which lead to be made fun mosly Nam-gyu did that.

✦ During a mingle game the team needed to be in two Thanos picked someone else, Nam-gyu just stood there not knowing who to pick, neither did you you accepted your fate, in brief moment he just picked you and dragged you in the room closing the door behind

"What the fuck were you standing there for?" he said in angry tone while trying to mock her, she didn't speak to him back instead she looked a tthe ground.

"Now what are you gonna cry because I yelled?" there was a silence between them before he spoke up again

"Cat got your tongue?" He tilted his head to the side with a smirk on his lips. "Or maybe you're just used to being treated like a doormat." another silence

"Shit you aren't fun" he laughed.

✦ After the game was over he kept he's eyes on you, you didn't even eat when food was given you kept staring it like a doll, your eyes were dollish to him

He couldn't help but smirk at your blank expression. Seeing you like this somehow made him feel in control, like he could do whatever he wanted with you and you won't fight back.

✦ During a hide and seek game he kept looking for you hoping he'll come across you, nobody couldn't kill you untill he decide to

But once he noticed you were wounded and bleeding, he felt a satisfaction but also some type of consern. Of course, he wasn't too sure why he was feeling this way, but that didn't stop him from kneeling in front of you and taking a look at your wounds.

"Found you." He said, his voice a low, menacing tone. He walked towards you slowly, his knife gleaming in the dim lighting. "You didn't think you could hide from me, did you?"

"Nam-gyu.. please.." she spoke Nam-gyu's smirk faded for a moment as he saw the pleading look in your eyes. He stopped in his tracks, his gaze locking with yours.

"Please what?" He asked, his grip on his knife loosening slightly. even in drug influence he stopped and listening just by hearing her say his name, the only person who said his name right.

"Please..please don't.. kill me" her voice sounded so destroyed, tears in her eyes.

Nam-gyu's expression softened ever so slightly, though his gaze remained intense. He took a few breaths before he spoke again. "And why shouldn't I?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper.

"I-.." She was speechless looking at him, fear in her eyes Nam-gyu's eyes narrowed as he watched you struggle to find the words. He could sense the fear in your voice and the way your body was trembling.

He took a step closer to you, his knife still in hand, but his grip on it loosened even more. "Come on, dollface. Say something." He said, his voice taking a slightly more gentle tone but also mockery way.

"please.. help me.." there was a long pause, before she spoke up again "Please Nam-gyu.." Nam-gyu knelt down in front of her, his gaze moving over your body. He noticed the way you were holding yourself, obviously in pain.

He gently reached out, his hand touching your arm. "shit show me where you're hurt, hurry up" he didn't even countine killing other people instead he stayed there and tried to help her.

✦ After that game he started to lose control without drug he couldn't focus or do anything, you tried keeping him calm and speaking to him, which on some part it helped

CHO HYUN-JU

✦ The first time she met you was during red light, green light, when she seen you struggling to stay calm.

✦ After the game was over she she couldn't help but notice you sitting alone, struggling to keep your composure she slowly approaches, her footsteps silent as she takes a seat beside you. For a moment, she simply gazes at you.

"You're quite shaken up."

Her voice is low, but surprisingly soft. She takes in your distressed state, the tension in your shoulders, the way your hands tremble ever so slightly.

"I guess so" she spoke up, Hyun-ju lets the silence linger for a moment before speaking again, her tone even and cautious.

"It's normal to feel on edge after that game. Everyone's just... trying to survive."

✦ After a small talk between you two, you became closer to her, you weren't sure if she even wanted you to be with her, the conversation were awkward.

✦ The spinning platform slowly begins to move, the lights and sounds around them a dizzying blur. The robotic voice announces, "Three."

Hyun-ju's grip on your arm tightens just a fraction, her eyes darting around the room, assessing the other players. When she was able to find one more player to join in that's when she lost you in crowd in panic she kept calling out your name while there was a countdown.

✦ When she found you, your arm was injured apparently someone grabbed your arm while you weren't looking and dragged you

✦ Her protective instincts kick in, and her mind zeroes in on you

Ignoring the ongoing countdown, she quickly rushes to your side, her face etched with concern. "Are you okay?"

She gently tries to move your arm, testing the range of motion.

"The countdown" You spoke up Hyun-ju's head snaps up as the robotic voice announces the countdown, reminding them that the time to reach safety is running out.

Hyun-ju: "Damnit..." in brief moment she picked you up and carried you to safer room

✦ After the game was over she checked your injury trying to help

CHO SANG-WOO

✦ You two didn't talk at all the first time you two met, the only reason you tow know each other existence is because of Gihun

✦ Over time, you and Sangwoo grew distant from each other, but you still occasionally talked. Sangwoo mostly agreed with what you said, as he often shared the same views.

✦ During a glass bridge game he seen you being more nervous it's like you were afraid of the height or dying either way he didn't pay attention to it to much, but he still kept he's eyes on you.

He could tell you were getting nervous even without looking at how your hand was tightly gripping on your shirt, how you were shaking ever so slightly. He sighed quietly, not turning around but talking behind.

"The more you look down, the more your mind spirals in panic." he said in gentle voice

"I'm trying" the panic in her tone

"Take deep breaths. Inhale, hold, and exhale. Focus on my voice, nothing else." he said while jumping on the glass

✦ Time was running out, the countdown nearing the zero mark and Sang-Woo watched as you hastily moved forward. Time seemed to slow down, his eyes locked with yours.

✦ Next, glass was shattered and pieces were flying through the air. Sang-Woo's eyes widened in alarm as a piece of glass made huge scar on your cheek

He approached you hastily, his hand gently hovering over the injure

"Let me see," He said, a bit demanding. His fingers lightly grabbed your chin and turned your head to get a better look at the cut.

"It okay it's not that big deal" she tried to crack a joke with it Sang Woo scoffed

"Not that big of a deal?" He repeated, his grip on your chin slightly tightening. "It's bleeding."

"It's just a little cut, cmon on let's go" Sang-Woo rolled his eyes, irritation starting to brew at your stubborn attitude but let it go

✦ Over some time he seemed to be more over sligly protective over you, he still didn't speak with you that much but he kept he's eyes on you

MASKED OFFICER

✦ When you first time joined it was all eyes on you but not in good way, since you were younger the rest of them you were fully a target to anyone

✦ Masked Officer kept a good eye on you seeing you different then others, you weren't following his rules always which lead to many calls into office giving her warning for her behavior, it was something he got used to it

✦ During the rebellion, you were sent along with other guards to shoot the rioters. In a brief moment, as you were firing, a bullet struck your arm, causing a loud gasp that made you fall to the ground.

✦ As the masked officer watched the cameras on the TV screen, he realized you were likely there as well. In a moment of urgency, he grabbed a Walkie-talkie and called out to you, but there was no response. He then began contacting other nearby guards to assess the situation.

✦ When the guard mentioned how many guards were injured, he paused and then said, "Guard 020." He continued listening intently. In a cold tone, he ordered any guard to bring her to his office. Hesitant, the guard obeyed his order, escorting her there bleeding from her arm, half passed out, half awake. The other gaurd left them alone leaving the room.

"Why the hell were you there!?" he asked, a hint of irritation and concern barely masking his tone. "I told you to stay where you were, and you can't even follow that." He took a sip of whiskey, glancing at you on the ground, then let out a long sigh.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" he said as he approached, kneeling down to her level. His voice was a mix of gentleness and anger. "Let me see your arm." You didn’t speak the entire time, only kept looking at him.

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congrats on ur milestone!! here to kindly request smut prompt dialogue 3 and/or 17, plot 19?

A REASON TO STAY

♡— pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡— warnings: smut

♡— synopsis: paige doesn’t want to leave home so she makes sure she won’t.

♡— a/n: i’m sooooo sorry this took so long 🩷

paige sauntered out the bedroom, a proud smile on her face because she just knew you were definitely going to have something to say about her outfit—that’s what she was aiming for. you were sitting on the couch scrolling through your social media when she stopped right in front of you.

“how do i look?”

you lifted your head at the sound other voice and your eyes roamed over her body—up and down, over and over. she was wearing a pair of light-washed, baggy jeans, a crop top that stopped right under her belly button, a cropped, black leather jacket, a carabiner that had a few charms you’d made and one with your initials, and a black belt. the worst part about it was that her boxers were peeking out the top of her jeans.

you dropped your phone onto the cushion next to you and turned your body so you were completely facing her. you furrowed your brows and hooked your fingers in her belt loops, tugging her a little bit closer. “where are you going again?”

“to meet a friend, remember?” paige said as she placed her hands on your shoulders, lightly squeezing them. you let out a dry chuckle as you breathed out ‘right,’ and you ran your hands over her hips and up her sides.

“paige, you—you really think you’re going out in that?” you asked, genuinely confused because she honestly thought she was just gonna walk out the house looking like she just stepped off a playboy magazine. hell no.

“well, yeah?” she shrugged, like it was no big deal, and lowered herself onto your lap, her arms crossing behind your head. you slid your hands over her ass, your fingers pressing into her as you pulled her closer. “what’s wrong with it?”

“what’s wrong with it? its too hot, its too sexy, its—you’re not wearing it.” you blinked at her, pressing your fingers into her hips to make your point. paige smiled because she had you right where she wanted you—one more smart comment away from ruining her.

paige tilted her head slightly and leaned in, not kissing you but close enough her breath ghosted over your lips. “then take it off me.”

“you really wanna go there?” you asked, dropping your voice an octave. your hands were already moving up her sides and over her shoulders to pull the jacket off. paige hummed and aided in getting the jacket down her arms and onto the floor.

“i can take it.” she murmured, teasingly rolling her hips against your thigh. you let out an audible breath of air and before either of you knew it you were laying her down on the cushions. her breathing was already picking up, legs parting to let you in even though her jeans were still secured around her hips. that didn’t last long though, your fingers were already moving on her belt and pulling it off.

paige reached down herself and started to undo her pants—which made you laugh because of how impatient she was being but you sat back on your legs and pulled them the rest of the way off, along with her boxers. your hands fell to her knees and when you parted her legs again and saw how wet she already was, you let out a small groan. “fuck, paige—haven’t even touched you.”

“i know. i just want you that bad.” she parted her thighs wider and you didn’t make her wait any longer. you lowered yourself between her legs and pressed soft kisses to her inner thigh, all while keeping eye contact with her. paige let out a soft breath when you got closer to where she needed you, biting her lip hard to keep herself from just pulling your head into her.

your mouth was on her in a second, your tongue swiping through her slit and curling around her clit. the moan that came from her was instant, breathy but still there. your eyes fluttered shut as you basically started to make out with her cunt—sucking her clit into your mouth, lapping up her slick, letting your spit falling onto her. it was nothing short of nasty. paige’s lips parted and her brows pulled together, her hand shooting down to grip your hair.

“oh my god,” she mewled as her hips jutted up involuntarily and her head tipped back. you wrapped your arms around her thighs and hiked her legs up over your shoulder, holding her in place. the sounds were obscene and loud—from your mouth working on her to your moans going muffled in her cunt to her whines and whimpers spilling from her lips.

you slipped a hand down and teased her entrance with your fingers before pressing two inside. she was soaked, warm and already throbbing around your fingers causing her to let out a guttural moan and look down at you. “you feel so good—shit—” paige shifted her hips closer to your face and when she felt your phone under her she got an idea.

when you looked up at her again she was holding your phone in her hand and it was tilted down to capture everything you were doing. paige’s cheeks were flushed and she had a tight grip on the phone, trying to keep it still enough that it would actually be enjoyable to watch later on.

“are you recording?” you asked as you pulled away slightly but your fingers never stopped moving, if anything you just pressed into her faster and harder. paige nodded her head with a loud moan, her hips still grinding into you.

“wanted to—wanted to watch later.” her sentence was broken by a loud moan from you curling your fingers just right.

“you’re such a freak.” you smirked but ducked your head again and went back to work, your eyes locking onto the camera to put on a show. your phone picked up every noise being made, every thrust of your fingers, every flick of your tongue—and paige watched too as her pleasure began to peak.

she could hardly keep the phone steady anymore, her hands were shaking, the phone moving slightly with each jerk of her hips, but she refused to let it go. paige was biting down on her bottom lips so hard she almost tasted blood, her eyes were glassy—flickering between watching you through the screen and watching the real thing.

you flattened your tongue and dragged it up her slit before flicking at her clit again, feeling her tighten around your fingers. you pulled away just enough to speak into her pussy, “you gonna cum f’me? so i can watch it later?”

“yes,” she cried out, nodding her head quickly. “yes—fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

her fingers tightened in your hair as she held you against her, her orgasm ripping through her. the phone dropped out of her hand and you picked it up immediately, angling it to capture the way her cum coated your fingers. her hand shot down to grip the cushion beneath her and her thighs closed around your head—her back arched with a choked moan, her muscles tightened, and she came so hard she couldn’t breathe.

when you finally pulled back, your mouth and chin was glistening with her slick, you fingers flooded with her cum. paige’s legs slid off your shoulders as she relaxed against the couch again with a soft sigh. you ended the video and leaned over her again, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her nose, her lips—to which she laughed and slid her arms around your neck.

“you’re gonna be late.” you murmured against her lips but you kept kissing her, making it harder for her to respond.

“i didn’t really wanna go,” she admitted while pulling away so she could fully look at your face. you shook your head slightly and she just gave you a bashful smile.

“now i have a good reason to stay.”

[kiplex]

⛧ LaDs Boys Night Time Routine / Sleep HCs ⛧

This came to me in a dream after I heard we were getting the sleep quality time for the 4.0 update. Low-key kind of crack HCs but God forbid I keep up my writing streak!!! Also I made the LI dividers in like 10 minutes be kind to me. I'll work out a long term solution when I do more serious multi boy HCs LMFAO

Warnings: suggestive (for Sylus) and mentions of nüdïty (for Sylus... Again)

Xavier can sleep anywhere at any time. You have a photo album on your phone titled “Xavier sleeping where he shouldn't be." You're favorite is him dozing off during a work meeting, the whole UNICORN unit posing around him

Loves a cozy cup of tea before bed, yes, you guys do have matching mugs!!

Sleeps like a log. Literally will not move, but the second you climb into bed he latches on to you and will not let go no matter how hot it is

He does panic slightly when he wakes up from a nap or the middle of the night and you aren't there. You're normally not far but he still has a slight feeling of uneasiness until you join him again.

While he doesn't snore he does that boy thing were he twitches like crazy in his sleep

Has a plethora of sleep masks still manage to misplace like half of them

Will pout if you forget to give him a goodnight kiss, who cares if he wasn't awake to feel it, how dare you neglect him like that.

Rafayel has a 20 step skin care routine he has to do before bed, which in turn has turned into a “Our 20 step skin care routine…” you guys have matching skincare headbands

Will get you guys, couples pajamas as a joke, but they're so comfy, you should wear yours too and maybe you guys can take a photo or something.. AS A JOKE OF COURSE haha… unless

He's really good about sleeping on his side of the bed, too good sometimes and will complain if you clinging to him is too hot

Sleeps with white noise of the ocean, cannot sleep without it

Rafayel loves to play with your hair while you sleep. Spooning you and braiding your hair gently, feeling your body rise and fall with your breath?? He's in heaven, he could die here and be the happiest man alive

He's a sleep talker, and a very convincing one at that. It's scary how many conversations you guys have had where he doesn't have a clue what you're talking about the next day

Claims he needs his beauty rest, but will turn around and stay up to binge Love Island with you

Zayne is the type to get up in the middle of the night for one of two things, finish work after you begged him to go to but, or on the opposite end of the spectrum, sneak sweets while you are asleep

He is also a sleep talker and a sleep walker. More of a sleep walker though. You've caught him getting dressed for work on multiple occasions, thinking he got called in for an emergency at the hospital but a few minutes later he'll flop down on the bed again.

He also does that boy thing where he twitches a whole lot in his sleep, claims he's never done that before in his life

He's absolutely the best to cuddle with during the summer, his evol makes him run a lot colder. During the winter?? Eh not so much, but you do it anyway

He does value his space when you sleep together, but if you initiate cuddling he's not complaining. He relishes in it honestly.

Do you have insomnia?? Zayne may be a cardiologist but girly, he's still a doctor!!! You already know he's doing everything under the sun to try and solve your sleep issues.

He's the type to really value sleep health and promote deep REM sleep. Has the coziest possible bed and pillows. Bonus points for all of them being tempur-pedic

Sylus sleeps in matching silk pajamas set or completely nude; no in-between

Always humming you to sleep, you always say he’ll make a great dad some day

Loves watching you do your skincare routine, he's starting buy you the expensive Korean skincare products for you, he even caves and starts using some night cream

Always says goodnight to Luke and Kieran, he's such a mother hen sometimes

We know he doesn't sleep much, but will humor you if you ask him to sleep with you. He does pull an Edward Cullen and likes watching you sleep so peacefully in his arms

Can't sleep? Great, Sylus will stay up with you, maybe take you boxing if you need to burn some energy. If you still have energy after that… he finds other ways to expend your energy 😏

When Sylus does sleep… he SNORES oh my god he snores. Should probably have a cpap machine but would definitely deny he snores at all

Caleb will deny he's tired but as soon as his head hits the pillow, he's out. You have a firm theory that during his DAA days, they trained him to be like that

He is a skincare routines worst nightmare. He canonically has dry skin and dry lips. Does not understand for the life of him why you load your face up with lotions and potions. BUT he will do a sheet mask with you from time to time

He always jokes about getting a plane shaped bed to the point where you low-key think it isn't a joke anymore.

He is such a cuddly man. Oh my god he is so dramatic when you are on your side of the bed. He'll pull you toward him, make grabby hands at you, pout and whine that you're too far and you hate him!!!!

Caleb SNORES so loud. Not all the time but when he's especially exhausted, typically after multiple days on the fleet. He wears those nose strips to try and help but… it is what it is.

Suffers from chronic nightmares; boy can't catch a break even when he's sleeping. He's got it under control for the most part but when they're especially bad, he'll sometimes wake you up and ask you to hold him.

He is a low-key blanket hog during the winter. He'll wake up and be like “Pips why are you shivering??" Girl, you took all the blankets??? Will warm you back up with his body heat though, so it's fine.

You can find my master list here (I promise, I write better stuff than this)

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

I think one of the bigger issues that I particularly take with the tube sites is the fact that they're just too easy to access. Certainly I understand that parents need to do better jobs. Having said that however in side of physical locations that actually sell adult content you normally have them in closed cover containers so that you cannot see them or that stuff is generally in a section that is actively monitored to keep minors out.

However, I do think that it bears note that we as a society have gotten way too sexual. And we have let it creep into other areas of society as well. I remember once upon a time if you went into a Spencer's and you started wandering around their back wall the associates would actively walk back to make sure whoever was back there had an ID and was over the age of 18. Now a days people are saying shit like, "Kids will access it anyway so why worry about it" or "we should teach kids kink because gay people exist". Etc. etc.

Me personally, I'm not actually even against porn. Admittedly however one of the bigger reasons that the tube companies got in as much trouble as they did wasn't just because of minors accessing content they shouldn't be able to access. But also because minors were being featured on the websites. Which is a bigger issue. No, as for the whole thing with verification of age to get on those websites........

I believe that there is an honest to goodness way to do it that while still able to be exploited, would be much more difficult to exploit. And would realistically solve the problem of mitigating the most damage to minors. Which is a token system. You would not directly enter your ID into the system. What you would do is you would effectively go through a third party company that verifies your ID and then gives you a token. The token would be unique to you but would not have any of your data saved. And the only thing that the token would prove is that you are 18 or over the age of 18. Realistically is it giving up some level of privacy? Possibly. But at the very least that kind of token system can be used for a lot of different things. Because those type of websites are far from the only ones that use age verification. That and you could theoretically have a multi-purpose token system where one token unique to you which could be secured with a username or password or maybe a specific token number, could be used for multiple different websites with the same token.

But I would also like to add one last thing. The porn industry does have a lot of issues. And I mean that with sincerity not in an attacking way. Because during the height of the late '90s in the 2000s there was apparently a pornstar or several rather who were under the age of 18 doing performances. Apparently one of the biggest names in porn at the time had a metric crap ton of different content that they did whenever they were under the age. I personally think that is a huge issue and it is far from a small thing in the industry. This also ignoring several different adult entertainers who have come out expressing how much the industry exploits people.

I do think that there is a crap ton of people who have no idea how the industry works. Individuals who kind of just flounder around and get super angry and demand it all be banned. I don't personally agree with that. But I do think that the tube companies need to be rained in a bit. Because they have done a lot of harm being willing to host content that is otherwise illegal in most of the world. And realistically they should be punished for it.

a majority of you know nothing about how porn is made and distributed and the people in power are counting on you not knowing. i’m so tired.

one of the major things they count on you not knowing is that tube sites do not produce even a decimal of the content you consume. tube sites are just video platforms. they are access to content that isn’t put behind a paywall in the first place. mainstream studios that can often do put shortened versions of their films on tube sites for advertisement. these only make up a fraction of the content that people actively consume as well - much more of it is independently created than folks realize.

with pornhub’s model program, a MASSIVE amount of the content there is uploaded consensually by independent performers themselves. we get ad revenue and, as previously stated, it makes for decent advertisement. i believe the other big tube sites have programs that are similar. and yes, we are age verified when we apply to become part of the model program. every single thing we upload has to go through approval before it goes public.

i’m saying this because every single time a porn-related post goes around someone brings up tube sites before anything else, and they often bring up dated or entirely false information. PH and all of the big tube sites used to have MASSIVE issues (that we warned people about back then - nobody listened) with non-consensually uploaded content but they’ve long since had to change their stance on this and become fairly strict. i’m not saying there’s zero content of that nature. it’s just not all that different than any platform that has video content. all of them face issues of copyright and non-consensual media. (and i’d say they enforce their rules arguably better than platforms like say, facebook.)

and that’s not even to mention how it isn’t even a small facet of the industry despite the general public grouping it altogether. you cannot accept any kind of profit on onlyfans, manyvids, apclips, etc unless you go through a process that includes identity verification. you cannot upload any content involving another person besides who you already have paperwork for. that paperwork includes age verification. and while i’m absolutely there are people that find ways around this… that’s literally everywhere lol. in no other industry does that small outlier define the whole practice.

like… ALL of the propaganda, all the proposed legislation against sex work and specifically porn paints the exact opposite picture of what i’m telling you and so many of you are eating it up. they want you to have a visceral reaction so you don’t think critically and now - watching it hurt people outside the porn industry - we’re seeing what that does in the long term.

we have warned you. we will continue to warn you. the choice to stay ignorant is the choice to condemn yourself to a discriminatory society that’ll be overall worse off in the long run. it will run you over the moment it sees you as perverse, too.

[mickyschumacher]

[SUMMER SUNSHINE! PT.2]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: the best summer can only start with with a good list. or in which you and hattie decide how to make oscar's summer worth it.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, poor humour, poor karting jargon, indirect mentions of mental health/emotional regulation = some angst, set in nov/dec of '24

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: oscar piastri x childhood bsf!fem!reader

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With Oscar's recent admission, you had vowed to yourself.

No more sad Oscar.

You wanted a smile. A truly happy smile.

You wanted a laugh. One that made him warm

And in the least selfish way, you wanted a thank you. One that told you he was indeed untroubled.

How you were going to do it... well that was still something you had to plan.

You had been hatching it out with Hattie before both of your families got together for dinner at your house.

You laid flat on your bed, eyeing the list in your notebook, sentences and doodles scribbled by the both of you. The following was a list that intended to keep Oscar busy, distracted, and happy – all at the same time.

Hattie, who stared at the ceiling suddenly turned to you. "Do you think it's to early to add getting him a girlfriend on the list?"

You gave her a look, chewing on the pen lightly. "It's been four months," you stated.

"Exactly! He needs someone to get his attention. Like actually use his heart to feel something?" Hattie remarked with a small smile, grabbing the notebook from your hands.

You shrugged. "We'll see," you murmured, watching her write it down.

Okay... so the list was truly in a work in progress. But as long as you had somewhat of an idea.

For dinner, you sat next to Oscar, who had managed himself a seat next to Hattie.

You looked around the table, smiling to yourself. Mae and Edie were across you sat next to the dads, talking about what they were currently up to. Nicole and your mum were chatting away as per usual. You were finally together, all of you.

Oscar spotted your sigh of content and gave you a light nudge. "You okay?"

You flickered your eyes over to him and smiled softly. "Yeah," you nodded, "I'm just happy everyone's here."

Ossar blinked, trying to put himself in your shoes as he looked around the table. He understood what you meant. The warmth of being together. It was nice.

"Oh," you started, turning your head to him. "Obviously you should rest tomorrow. But I was thinking we could go go-karting the day after. Hattie will join too. Even though she can't drive to save her life," you murmured the last part.

Hattie narrowed her eyes, peeping her head from the other side of Oscar. "I can hear you know," she retorted.

You only smiled, sending her an air kiss with your hand. "Love you too, Hats."

Oscar grinned at the both of you. "Karting? That does sound fun. It's been a while too."

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"Do you always have to read everywhere you go?" Oscar's voice sliced through the air as you leaned up from your car, looking at the two siblings in front of you.

"Do you two always never have to say 'Hi?'" You retorted, putting your book away in your car.

Hattie snorted, shoving her bag in the front seat. "Please... I don't think I've seen her not read in my life," she told her brother before ducking in.

You rolled your eyes, about to hop in when Oscar stood there, waiting. You raised a brow, putting a hand on your hip, eyeing the strange look on your face. "What are you doing?"

Oscar took a step towards you, a sweet smile gracing his face. "Can I drive?"

"Absolutely..." You feigned a grin before dropping it, "not."

"But–" Oscar started.

"No nothing. Get in," you interrupted, opening the side door and gesturing for him to enter oh so kindly.

Oscar grumbled something along the lines of how much of a nuisance you were and you could only respond with "Takes one to know one."

The ride to Le Mans Entertainment was fruitful to say the least. Hattie and Oscar fought over who got to control the music. Eventually, you had settled for house music on the way there and K-pop on the way back. Then you got the complaints of too much evening wind and too much evening heat. You debated on hurling your jacket at your best friend's brother but seeing as you were driving, you settled for an annoyed grumble.

It was safe to say, you hadn't missed the sibling duo as much as you thought you did.

The three of you eyed the the place upon getting there. It had barely changed since the last time you had been here. A fresh paint job may have been included but the track was still the same.

You breathed in the crisp air, the smell of burnt tarmac, gasoline, and exhaust fumes lingering around you. You turned to the two siblings, a grin on your face. "Ready to get your asses kicked?"

Oscar snorted while Hattie rolled her eyes. The race driver took a step forward, purposely nudging his shoulder into yours as he walked into the doors. "I'll take that as a challenge," he whispered to you in passing.

You clicked your tongue, turning to follow after him. "What if I win?"

"Hmm... anything you name, it's yours," Oscar carefully decided.

"Anything?" You queried with raised brows. Surely not anything.

He repeated your words with a nod, opening the door for you and Hattie. "Anything. If you lose, however..."

Oscar tried not to grin at the slightly concerned expression on your face. "We're going to Waterway."

Ah Waterway. An uncreative name for an uncreative festival. It was a local festival at Brighton Beach, filled with water guns, water balloons, swimming, indie bands and singers... a nightmare really.

Both Hattie and your eyes widened. She turned to you. "You hate Waterway," she hissed.

You gave her a tight smile, unable to detect the glint of amusement in her eyes. "I'm very well aware of that, Hattie. Thank you," you muttered sarcastically, receiving an equally dry thumbs up. You sighed, walking past Oscar. "I guess I'll just have to win then. "

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Beating Oscar was harder than you had thought.

Sure, he was an F1 driver. Sure, he had been doing this since he basically came out the womb and had three years on you. But you were a mechanical engineer for Christ's sake. This was technically your calling... literally.

You let out a successful cheer as both you and Hattie overtook him, one by one. You didn't miss the opportunity to poke your tongue out at a certain ego-filled race driver. "That's four for four in total! It's draw!" You settled loudly.

You and Hattie had both won a race each while Oscar had claimed two by himself.

Oscar put his foot on the brake, slowing down as you all arrived to the starting line. "One more then. A last deciding race. To be honest I wasn't really trying," he shrugged, opening his mouth to yawn under his helmet as he stretched his arms.

You blinked, grin dropping from your face as you looked over at his sister in worry.

There was no way in hell you were going to Waterway.

Hattie only gave you a helpless look. You've got one more chance, her eyes said.

You sighed begrudgingly. "Fine. Last one," you agreed.

Oscar smiled, giving a quick nod to the instructor to count you all off.

The sky had turned orange and pink as the the green flag was waved in front of your eyes. Quickly, you pressed on the throttle pedal, hoping you were at least a millisecond faster than the Australian boy but you supposed you were out of luck.

Oscar was right in front of you, curving towards the right. The sight only made you push further, feeling the evening wind crawl past you. The floodlights shone on you as you moved your steering wheel.

A turn to the right. A straight chicane. Another slight nudge to the right.

You could still see the rear of Oscar's superkart.

A left into the corner, followed by a series of curves that bordered on making you throw up.

Straight.

Left.

Right.

Straight.

You weren't sure when you had lost sight of Oscar's kart. You had no idea really. All you remembered was the bubble of laughter you felt when somehow Hattie came in front of you and struggled with keeping within the limits, slightly bouncing here and there before she unintentionally drifted her way to the finish line.

Oscar, who had been waiting for you to finish so he could humbly brag about his win in your face, found himself silent when you took off your helmet, tears of laughter trailing down your cheeks as you keeled over onto Hattie who looked absolutely mortified at what she had done.

He furrowed his brows at the sight. Your hair, frizzed by the helmet going following the direction of the wind. Your wide smile as you rubbed Hattie's back, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

Oscar blinked, pushing down the odd quirks of his mouth. He frowned. God, he wasn't smiling was he?

No. He couldn't have been.

Oscar reverted back to both you and his sister. He smirked at the pointed expression on your face. "So Waterway, huh?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha," you puncuated, rolling your eyes, holding your helmet to your side. You took a step towards him. Your voice lowered. "I'm am going to throw so many water balloons at you that you won't even know what hit you," you threatened.

Oscar pursed his lips and nodded with a grin. "I'll count on it."

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You looked at your list blankly in your hand. Despite already completing one activity for Oscar, you had been roped into another.

Stupid Waterway.

Flickering your eyes to the date on your calendar, you sighed. Waterway was in two weeks. You wondered if you could swallow your pride and convince Oscar to not go.

Falling back into your bed with a thud, you peered heavily at the piles of paper cluttered around your laptop. You groaned, rolling onto your side.

Could you even call it a summer holiday if you had taken some summer classes? The intention was to help future you by reducing the workload. But present you was regretting it immensely.

Begrudgingly, you moved off your bed and inched towards the dreaded desk. You blinked slowly, trying to get yourself in the zone. Eyeing the words on the paper, you could feel your lifespan shorten.

Jounce.

Hysteresis.

Tribology.

Buckling.

You put your hand to your face and sighed yet again. You had done this to yourself. There was no one to fault but you. Well, you and your godawful professor who thought reading off the slides was inclusive of his $150k salary.

Anyhow... you could do this.

Time would fly before you even knew it.

Just as you applied your pen to the paper, focusing on your thirteenth question, you could feel a sharp thud hit your window. You blinked, brows furrowing immediately. Maybe it was a bird.

You shook your head, looking back at your paper. Your pen trailed after the words carefully. A vibration magnetometer consists of two identical bar magnets... time period of oscillation in a horizontal magnetic field is... One of the magnets is removed and if the other magnet oscillates in the same field, then the time period in seconds is...

Thud.

You huffed, slightly annoyed. Pulling back the curtain, you looked out for the intrusion but was met with a grinning Oscar on the other side of your fence, head out his window and hand full of other small pebbles to attack your own window with.

How many years had it been since you had received a pebble from that window?

You narrowed your eyes, opening the glass. You shivered briefly at the cold quiet night air before opened your mouth. "Do you seriously not know how to say Hi?" You hissed.

Oscar smiled, leaning on the window sill. "Hi," he greeted, bunny teeth apparent even as the sky darkened.

You gave him a feigned smile, eyes squinting with sarcasm as you lifted your phone in the air. "Or perhaps use a phone? You can send texts on them, you Victorian child."

A laugh fell from Oscar's lips, hands on his stomach as he keeled over. "Has anyone ever told you you're hilarious?" He asked, breathing slowly to calm himself down.

You gave him a pointed look. "What do you want? I'm trying to study here!" You muttered, dangling the papers full of crosses.

"You've been studying for almost two hours. And I'm bored. Let's go do something," he suggested, concern lightly coating his voice.

"Can you not just bother Hattie?" You asked, raising a brow.

"You want me to wake Hattie?" Oscar retorted in disbelief, leaning on the sill once again

You blinked, registering his words. That was a fair point. It would be like walking into a spider's web. Stuck and waiting for a pissed of Hattie to gobble you all up.

You looked at the mess of papers in front of you and back at Oscar. Your shoulders slumped in admission. "Where are we going?"

Oscar grinned, clapping his hands in satisfaction. "I think we need to prep for Waterway."

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You stared blankly at the rippling water in front of you, taking in the smell of salt and whatever minerals were truly letting your feet sink as the cold night air whipped past you.

"Well don't just stand there." Oscar's voice pierced through your silence, standing in front of you, towel hung over his shoulder, jandals and shirt already off.

You swallowed at the boyish smile on his face. "I really don't think a midnight swim is going to help me with Waterway," you retorted, clearing your throat. "Speaking of which–"

"Don't even try talk yourself out of it. We're going. End of story. Now come on!" Oscar's hand beckoned you to follow him.

You sighed, reluctantly taking a few steps forward. It was strange. The night itself was mostly warm, no more than 17 degrees. Yet the air seemed to repel your skin, eliciting the trail of goosebumps across your exposed arms. You hugged the towel wrapped around your body while you huffed.

Arriving to stand next to Oscar, you squinted at the the body of water in front of you. It looked absolutely positively freezing.

Christ... were you actually going to do this?

Oscar watched you through his peripheral, aware of the sceptical look on your face. He nudged you gently with his arm. "It'll be like exposure therapy."

You turned to him with a raised brow. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Oscar clicked his tongue, dropping his towel in the sand. He held out his arm towards you. He watched you stare at his hand blankly and sighed. "We'll do it together."

You pursed your lips, eyeing his hand. You weren't getting out of this, were you? Taking a brief glance at his face, you removed the towel from your body, wincing immediately at the rush of cold as you took his hand.

Your heart raced against your chest as you both inched towards the water. The dry sand turned wet and cold, small waves peeling in back and forth. You tightened your grip around his hand instantly when the water splashed against your legs, each step getting you deeper into the waves. "Fuck," you cursed, looking over at Oscar.

Your eyes widened at the small grin on his face. You had known that troubling look since you were a kid. "Oscar... no," you warned, watching him step towards you, water creeping up towards his waist.

"Oscar, Osc, please–Oscar!"

A scream left your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, grabbing you closer to him before he lifted you slightly and planted you further into the body of water.

A sharp shiver of cold tore through your body.

You closed your eyes, pulling yourself out of the water. You floated, head peeking out with your hair entirely soaked. The beads of liquid ran down your face but you could barely feel it over the raucous laugh falling from Oscar's lips.

You narrowed your eyes at the male. "I will murder you," you simply stated before launching yourself at him.

Oscar widened his eyes, watching your hands fight to dunk him under the water. He defended himself poorly, body still shaking with laughter.

"I'm sorry," he gasped with a grin, unsure of whether the water from his eyes were tears or not. "But it was so worth it!"

The harsh waves from your hands only worsened. Oscar squinted, his own hands covering his face, smile still wide on his face. "It worked!" He maintained, "Not cold anymore, are you?"

You stopped, letting your arms fall down to your sides. "Do you think I would be after attacking you?"

Oscar pursed his lips, a nod of acknowledgement coming from him. "Fair point."

You rolled your eyes, suppressing your own grin, wavering in the water gently. You could hear Oscar sigh after a few minutes of silence.

"This is nice," Oscar commented to no one really, head faced towards the dark sky as he floated in the water. "Better than racing," he murmured.

You gasped dramatically, turning your head towards him. "No... better than racing? Did the Oscar Piastri just say that?"

Oscar rolled his eyes, shoving a splash of water towards you. "Oh come off it."

You smiled to yourself before mulling over his words. You thought back to the moment you had in your kitchen. Although you had vowed to make him happy, you couldn't help feel something wasn't right.

"Oscar... you are happy with racing right?" You asked cautiously, eyeing the moon oddly.

Oscar furrowed his brows slightly. He looked over at you, feeling the water crowd his ear. "Of course I am. It's Formula One. My dream."

You frowned at his voice. "Right... it's just that, well, you've won two races and a Constructor's and yet... you don't seem all that happy to me," you admitted, still looking at the sky because you were terrified to look over at him. You were worried that if you did look at him... you wouldn't know what to say anymore.

Oscar's eyes widened at your words. He could feel his throat itch painfully. He had spent his entire life like a grown up. Usually able to regulate his emotions. Always able to compartmentalise. This past year... it had taken a bit more of a toll on him than he'd like to admit. He thought no one had noticed. His own family hadn't said anything to him.

But then again... you were always like this. Observant. Even as a child. Hattie was your voice more often than not. You were more than happy to sit back and watch, preferring the ease of not conversing. Eventually, you had grown out of it. But your attentiveness had always stayed.

"I think you're right," Oscar quietly admitted, breathing slowly. "I think I'm struggling but I don't know how to deal with it. The fighting on track with Lando. The team. Lily. All of it. Everyone just expects me to move on like I usually do. But it's not always that easy."

You stayed silent for a moment, digesting those words. "Of course it isn't," you stated, receiving a focused look from Oscar. You sighed quietly. "It shouldn't be that easy, Osc. I'm sure you talked to Lily about these things but without her... you don't even tell Hattie or your mum. You can't struggle silently or you'll drown. You should be loud so I can hear you."

Oscar blinked, grappling with a choked breath. He swallowed the congestion in his chest. He gave you a tight smile. "Duly noted," he simply commented.

You eyed him from your spot in the water. It was like you could actually see the weight on his shoulders. They were like boulders. Slowly but surely, there were cracks. And for whatever reason, you wouldn't rest until this version of Oscar completely eroded.

"Race you to the car?" You offered.

Oscar stared at you briefly before breaking into a grin. "You're on."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[jeonette]

marked by you — jjk

In which jungkook watches as your ex gets a little too close to you for his liking at a party, so he take’s you upstairs to show you who you belong to.

genre : possessive love, party au!

rating : angst, smut MINORS DNI

The music’s too loud.

Bass thumps through the floor of the crowded house, beer-slick and buzzing with end-of-semester chaos. Somewhere in the blur of bodies, someone’s doing a keg stand. Someone’s making out in the hallway. And someone — apparently — is trying to flirt with you.

You’re not drunk, not even close. But tipsy enough to laugh, just a little too sweet, when the guy leans closer and says something about your smile.

Jungkook sees it from across the room.

You catch his stare — dark, unreadable — over the rim of your cup. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking beneath his skin. You give him nothing. Not yet. You’re not even sure what game you’re playing. You only know it started when he showed up late and didn’t kiss you hello.

Now someone else is standing too close.

“Y/N, right?” the guy — Jisoo? Jinseok? you don’t care — says, stepping into your space.

You step back. “Right.”

“You dance?”

You’re about to answer when heat curls behind you. Familiar. Dangerous. Jungkook’s voice dips low at your shoulder.

“She’s taken.”

You freeze.

The guy turns — startled, then wary when he sees who it is.

Jungkook doesn’t blink. Doesn’t even look at him. His hand slides around your waist like a brand, pulling you against his chest with slow, deliberate pressure.

“She didn’t mention a boyfriend,” the guy says.

Jungkook tilts his head, eyes still on you. “She doesn’t have to.” Then finally — calmly, coldly — to him: “Back off.”

It’s not a threat.

It’s a fact.

The guy doesn’t back off right away.

Even after Jungkook’s hand slides around your waist. Even after the warning laced in his voice.

You feel Jungkook’s body tighten behind you, tension radiating off him like heat. But instead of dragging you off immediately like he wants to, he pauses.

And smirks.

You don’t know what he’s about to do — until his hands start to move.

He brushes your hair to the side. Exposes your shoulder. Then leans in.

Kisses it.

Slowly.

A soft gasp catches in your throat.

But he doesn’t stop.

One hand holds your hip in place, the other slides up your side — over the fabric of your dress — until his palm is resting, warm and wide, just beneath your chest. Not quite inappropriate. But close enough that your breath hitches.

The guy still hasn’t walked away.

And Jungkook knows it.

His mouth is now just below your ear, voice rough and low — only for you.

“Still think he didn’t know?”

You can’t answer.

Not when his thumb strokes slowly over your ribcage. Not when the hand at your hip slides lower, gripping.

“I want him to see,” Jungkook murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. “Let him see exactly who you belong to.”

Your knees weaken.

He doesn’t care.

His lips find the curve of your throat again, this time biting — just hard enough. Marking.

You exhale shakily, chest rising.

And then — finally — Jungkook turns his head to face the guy.

He smiles.

A slow, taunting thing that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Enjoy the show?” he asks casually.

The guy — red-faced, flustered — mutters something and walks away without another word.

Jungkook doesn’t even watch him leave.

He turns you fully toward him instead. Catches your face in his hands. Looks at you like you’re already undone.

“You think that was cute?”

“I wasn’t flirting.”

“You smiled at him.”

“I smile at everyone.”

His fingers press into your side. “Not like that.”

You turn your face to him, defiant. “Maybe if you’d kissed me when you walked in, he wouldn’t have thought I was single.”

His eyes narrow. “So this is my fault?”

You shrug. “You didn’t claim me.”

That’s the last straw.

“You’re mine,” he whispers again, lips ghosting over yours. “Let them all see.”

And this time, when he kisses you —

It’s not soft.

It’s hungry.

It’s a warning. A promise. A claim.

And by the time he pulls away, you’re breathless. Your lipstick is smeared. Your heartbeat is a riot.

Then and only then does he pull you by the wrist, out of the room, away from the party.

He grabs your hand, dragging you through the crowd before you can protest. Down the hallway, up the stairs, past rooms full of drunk bodies and into a dim, empty bedroom. The door slams behind you.

You don’t even have time to speak.

“Strip.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

His stare doesn’t waver. “Now.”

Your pulse kicks.

“Jungkook—”

He steps forward, voice low and dark. “I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you.”

You gasp.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he breathes, hand slipping beneath your shirt, “you’ll forget anyone else exists.”

Your shirt comes off. His hands are already on your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise, pushing you toward the bed.

“You’re mine,” he growls, mouth on your throat, teeth dragging. “Say it.”

You arch into him, breathless. “I’m yours.”

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Jungkook.”

His hands slide down, lifting you onto the edge of the bed. He kisses you like he’s punishing you for making him jealous — rough, hot, desperate. Tongue sliding over yours, hand already pushing your legs apart.

And then he pulls back.

He stares at you, eyes wild, jaw tight.

“No one touches you,” he rasps. “No one looks at you. Not when I’m the one you come home to.”

You smile — smug, sweet — even as you’re panting. “Then remind me, Kook.”

He does.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until the walls are shaking. Until your legs are trembling. Until you’re crying his name and his only response is a growl against your skin and the slap of skin against skin and—

“Tell me who you belong to,” he pants, fucking into you harder.

“You,” you sob. “Only you.”

He kisses your collarbone, worshipping and wild.

And in the soft, ruined aftermath, when your limbs are tangled and his lips are pressed to your shoulder, he whispers against your skin.

“I meant it, you know.”

You tilt your head, eyes barely open. “What?”

“You’re mine. Always.”

You smile, half-asleep. “Then don’t be late next time.”

He laughs, pulling you closer. “Deal.”

a/n : ehehe just a short little drabble! lmk what you lovelies think! 🤍

[unikhroma]

the spamton puppet-ification thing

spamton. Spamton. once an addison, now a puppet. what the hell is wrong with him and how the fuck did this happen. i know i've mentioned my theory but i didn't put down the supporting details so here it is

when asking him about himself, spamton says:

he tells you that he's gone through a transformation, and the way it happened was through meeting someone/something. the thing with unintelligible laughter wasn't something that we could parse that well back in chapter 2.. but now with chapter 3 and 4, there's something that reoccurs, particularly in chapter 3, that has a distinct, distorted laugh:

i highlighted these particular appearances since it laughs in all of these

i've said it before but i don't think it's a coincidence that spamton resembles this thing. i feel that it's incredibly likely that FRIEND was who spamton had a "communion" with, and is the reason why he now looks like it.

it's stated that eventually he stopped going to his own room in queen's mansion and instead just the basement, which is where we first saw FRIEND.

the way that the swatchling mentions that he became obsessed with the NEO robot when things were getting bad suggests that he was there prior for something else.

in the spamton sweepstakes Q&A, he says that he looks different from the addisons because he started doing what gets censored as "the spamton method" every day.

the way those facts line up, it seems to imply that this method had something to do with FRIEND. now what exactly it did to him is a different story... i just don't think we have the pieces yet.

also. there is just . something about the way the pipis tenna owns makes these strange distorted noises if you keep it in the inventory and stay still for too long that sounds a little too similar to FRIEND's laugh for comfort. i'm telling you people there's other lore going on here

additional things that suggest that the glasses might not just be glasses and are permanently part of his face:

-jevil's reward items are the jevilstail, which is his actual tail, and the devilsknife, which is his weapon. spamton NEO's reward items are the puppet scarf, which is likely made out of the wires that held him up, and the dealmakers, the glasses he seems to have. since the jevilstail is jevil's actual tail, it's possible that the dealmakers are actually part of spamton.

-the spamton plushie's glasses are glued to his face while the ralsei plushies' are set like regular ones. the spamton nendoroid has nothing underneath his glasses which i find suspect as well.

-the paper mache spamton face in the susiezilla minigame has its eyes covered by a censor bar.. despite the actual sprites having eyes on them. idk it just makes me wonder if there's a meta reason for it and that's to put emphasis on his eyes

big shot side note: the transformation seems to have something to do with him becoming a big shot.

tenna mentions that spamton was going to tell him how he became a big shot, but this had to have happened pre-transformation because tenna doesn't recognize him in his current puppet form. it seems to suggest that, if spamton continuously meeting with FRIEND is what made him become a puppet, it also has something to do with the whole big shot thing.

[bouquetface]

PAC: DETAILED FS

Remember not every reading you come across is for you. Take it as entertainment.

These are VERY detailed. Possibly only 1 person will truly resonate with each pile.

If you don’t feel connected, don’t force it.

All 3 photos are intentionally kinda unclear & out of place. Don’t choose the photo you think looks the best. Choose the one which truly calls to you.

1: Unconditional & Understood

Meeting

Honestly, it’s kinda forgettable. You’ll be attracted to them but you aren’t the type to make a move on a stranger. And neither is this person.

🩵 Nature Setting - You might be outside when you’re meeting. It could be an outdoor event. There is a sense of a fresh start which could be the relationship but also possibly the theme of the envionrment - example: Orientarion week, celebration - outdoor bbq, outdoor wedding, outdoor birthday, etc. You may be doing something for the first time when you meet too.

🪞 Your person is not a loud or super outgoing person. Confident in a calm way. Your initial meeting may be brief, casual and pleasant. Small talk, some nervousness more-so from the feminine. Tone is clear and direct.

It won’t feel like anyone is making a “move.” You’re simply talking and enjoying yourself. You will immediately realize you have mutual interests and at least one mutual friend who indirectly brings you together.

You will be brought together many more times. Possibly, you share the same class/course for a semester. Possibly, you regularly have to come to one another’s workplaces. Possibly, you end up in the same friend group or at least attending many more events of mutual friends.

Each time, you build up more rapport. Until, eventually, one of you gets the other’s contact information. Trust and genuine friendship will be built before you even make it official.

This person softens you. If you’re not a romantic, this person will turn you into one. People will notice you seem giddy and happier.

Like one day, they could be like “You changed your hair, I like it” And you’ll be wearing the biggest smile all day.

Appearance

This is the exact opposite of what I was getting for pile 3.

This person’s style is “clean” - classic & calm. They aren’t leaning into any specific style like goth, boho, prep, etc. No trends for them. Simply, they look “clean” - like you just know they prolly smell good.

Natural colours: White, brown, grey, deep greens, black. They look put together.

They care about their appearance - not necessarily because they care about fashion. For them, it’s about respect - self-respect - like this pile’s person is the least likely to just go out in public in their PJs.

They lean toward minimalism. But they may have 1 or 2 high-end pieces like a watch or ring. It’s likely grown to have sentimental meaning for them.

Regardless of gender, they keep their hair well-styled and on the shorter side.

This is the type of person that if they have a tattoo, it’s somewhere where it can be hidden if need be - ex: arm, chest, leg.

Personality - Good & Bad

The Good:

Their actions are deliberate. They think before they speak. Extremely unlikely to act impulsively.

They hold themselves to a higher standard. They are practical and grounded. If they have higher beliefs, it’s in a traditional sense like religion - not spirituality.

Extremely stable and dependable. They will expect the same in return. This is the type of guy, you call and say you got a flat tire. They’re outside or they’ve sent someone outside to fix it as soon as they get the message.

Maybe you’ve had bad exes or simply this person is amazing But either way your parents are kinda blown away by them. Polite, stable, productive. No offence but it might be like “YOU want OUR kid?”

They will encourage your independence and goals. They’ll take a lot of pride in you. When you reach a goal, they’re genuinely excited for you. For example: Let’s say your goal is to become a teacher, when you finish your exams and all, they’ll proudly brag “my girl’s a teacher.”

They seem to have a stable and routined lifestyle. They have a steady income. They have a stable career that allows growth. They may work in the trades.

The Bad:

This person may find it hard to let loose and let their guard down. They may strongly dislike grand public displays of any emotions. If you want PDA, it’s probably not going to happen.

They don’t yell or cuss when they’re upset, they tend to withdraw. They emotionally shut down. It weighs on them but they endure it quietly in silence. This can make it difficult to understand exactly what upset them. You kinda have to apply pressure to get them to open up.

The above may come from past experiences of expressing themselves but having it thrown in their face later. They dislike vulnerability but they do understand love requires them to open up. Thus, they move slowly and with caution.

This person is indepdent and stable. This seems learned through difficult childhood experiences. Sometimes having an unstable or neglectful parent makes a person act out. But for them, their parental relationship made them very independent.

One parent likely the father, wasn’t always emotionally involved in their upbringing. The extent of this will vary from reader. Parent could be entirely absent or a parent could be emotionally closed-off possibly after a divorce.

As a result, they strongly desire that warm and traditional family dynamic. They want Christmas traditions, family vacations, children to love and teach & someone who will truly stand by them until death do them both a part.

It’s a slow love though. But it never leaves and consistently grows. Depending on your own personality and current stage of life, you may read this and be kinda bored by it. This person isn’t toxic, they don’t play mind games, they don’t have any respect or time for that.

Honestly, there aren’t many negatives to this person. Other than, them sometimes withdrawing when they’re overwhelmed or feeling burned out.

2: Sweet Chaos

Meeting:

This is chaotic in a fun way. You may spontaneously be coming to this location.

🕺 The meeting environment encourages fun. This could be a party, concert, club or a celebration. You come here looking your best. You get more than just your future spouse’s attention.

🪩 You may be out somewhere new. You may be on a trip. You may be unfamiliar with environment or some of the people around. Like going with a friend to their cousin’s grad party or smth.

The first conversation is flirty and friendly. They may make an outrageous joke or seem too cute to you. Your heart will flutter. You’ll be excited and laughing. But something will cause hesitancy.

They likely aren’t your usual type. You probably don’t meet lovers like this. It feels foreign. The person may be younger too. You’ll be thinking this isn’t how I imagined by future spouse. But not in a bad way because you’re still in attracted and giddy.

Appearance

They’re youthful. They got boyish charms. Regardless of gender, they have tousled, kinda short, curly hair. Most likely brown hair.

They may resemble a 90s heartthrob - maybe they share the same haircut. There is some nostalgia attached to their appearance. I don’t want to be weird but it does happen so like maybe they look like a younger version of your parents lmao it’s a possibility!

Likely have dimples. Likely smile a lot especially when they’re around you.

Mischievous looks. They do have a style but it’s hard to pinpoint. They may thrift clothes, they may like to wear clothes with meaning - merch from musicians and bands they like.

They likely have a lot of tattoos that have grown to have meaning. Like they got it just for fun but now it’s something special to them. They’re adventurous, they like to explore/experience & find meaning in it later.

Personality - good & bad:

Good:

Imaginative and creative. You’ll like a lot of the same art. You’ll enjoy going into deep dives about your interpretations. You’ll go deep into hypothetical situations - even if it starts out a joke. You guys would take a “would u rather” question so seriously, it would become a debate.

Emotionally open. Out of all the piles, this person is the most healthy in their emotional expression. They really aren’t closed-off or moody. They’re honest and open.

Regardless of gender, they don’t feel like hiding the fact they have emotions. No toxic masculinity. Like if you’re watching a movie, and you tell them, “I used to cry at the end scene.” They’d probably be like, “I still do.”

They’re romantic but not in the traditional sense of flowers and chocolates - although, they may do that from time to time. Their style is more like ~ showing up for a late night drive because they need to hear your rant, reading it over text isn’t enough.

They’ll truly just love you so much too. You guys just get one another. There is no forcing or having to wait for one another to be ready to open up.

You guys are on the same pacing and just go by your own rules. Nothings feels rushed, nothing feels slow. You do things when you two feel ready to do them.

They’re good at a lot of things. Probably tried a lot of jobs in their life and may have multiple sources of income. Ex: Bartender, Barista, Teacher - something social. And some freelance work is likely, something they do on their own & they’re in charge - freelance photography, videographer, graphic design, youtube.

Bad:

They may come off immature at times. For example: They may joke around too much. You may feel like not everything needs to be made into a joke.

They are a sociable person. They’re well liked too. This could create some jealously. They definitely have both guy and girl friends. But this def seems the type of dude to want to bring you everywhere with them. They would never intentionally make you jealous. They’d hate to know they were doing something that made you feel insecure or small.

If you’re desiring a provider, this isn’t it. This person will do their best to make you happy. They’ll gift you things, they’ll randomly show up with your favorite frappuccino but they aren’t gonna take on the “man of the house” or “sole provider” role.

They’re forgetful. They can forget to text back. They may forget the details of something you said. They may forget you two agreed to get breakfast and sleep in. It’ll be annoying.

3: Us vs The World

Meeting

You may meet under secret or taboo circumstances. For example:

✉️ DMs/Online - Meeting is occurring in private.

❤️‍🔥 “Forbidden” connection - You may meet in an environment that doesn’t necessarily encourage romance such as at work or amongst friends - like a friend’s ex’s friend or an ex’s friend or smth similar that adds an element of “taboo.”

Whether this is normal for you or not, you will move quickly & somewhat recklessly with this person. Potential examples: Quick to get intimate, quick to meet the parents, quick to move-in together and/or quick to propose/accept proposal and marry.

Your lifestyle will change. The relationship is transformative - a welcomed death & rebirth. Suddenly and unconsciously, you will adapt to your person. Your style may change. Your music taste may evolve. Your vocabulary and humour may change.

The Relationship Reaction:

[Not every pile is getting this section but this comes ups strongly in your pile.]

You likely receive negative judgement when people find out about this relationship. The pace of the relationship and the seemingly sudden changes in you will be noticed.

Most of it is just haters faking concern and wanting something new to gossip about. But for some readers, this will be sincere concern from genuine people in your life.

For someone specific, this will be an elder feminine, most likely your mother. She may feel you are too obsessed with person. She may try to restrict you in some ways.

- EXAMPLE: If you live with her, she may forbid you from going out late at night with person. She may tell you that you spend too much time with this person, she may try to get you to stay home.

If you don’t live with her at this time, when she finds out she may bicker and question you about this relationship a lot.

For some readers, your person’s reputation may have friends making negative assumptions - to your face or they think negatively about it but mostly keep their opinions to themselves.

Intuitively, I feel most of this judgement comes from people having closed-off views. Rather than your person actually having a “bad” reputation. For example: If your person smokes weed, this may cause people to make negative assumptions about them. [This example isn’t to say your person 100% does smoke weed, just an example for something that can get associated with “bad” things.]

This won’t be their first time feeling harshly & unfairly judged. They’ve likely been through some shit like this before. They may have placements like - Lilith in 1st H, Mars in 1st H, Venus conjunct Mars.

Appearance:

Lanky & thin. Prominent eyes & hands - example: intense eyes, sleepy/tired eyes, hand tattoo, wears rings, visible hand veins.

Religious imagery, daggers, animals specifically snakes - Could appear as tattoos or in jewellery designs.

Curly hair - May sometimes be perceived as “messy”. Regardless of gender, they keep their hair a bit longer than whats considered “normal.”

Their appearance may be apart of the reason people jump to conclusions about them. They may come off as intimidating or messy.

For some, they don’t care about style and fashion, thus, they wear what’s comfortable like sweats, baggy clothes, band tees, basic streetwear.

For others, their style is a mix of a darker aesthetics + intentionally appearing “rough” - kinda like homeless/heroin chic but make it expensive. It’s kinda hard to explain but I hope you know what I mean - Brands that commonly display this style: Balenciaga, Rick Owens, Saint Laurent.

Regardless of gender, they definitely like to add a flashy accessory to their mostly black fits. They got a good eye for jewellery - example: watches, necklaces, chains, rings & possibly piercings.

You can definitely expect to be gifted jewellery quite frequently tbh. Eventually, you likely share or are given a piece they wear regularly.

Personality - the good & the bad:

[I can’t divide the good & bad for your person. The good is tied to their bad and vice versa.]

They will be successful. They will earn a position of status and leadership/authority. They make a good leader. However, this is tied to their need for control.They could never work under someone for too long.

Out of all the piles, this is the pile who clearly gets a partner that is a provider. They will truly enjoy taking care of you. But, this is attached to their possessiveness and desire for control. It makes them feel powerful knowing you’re kinda becoming dependent on them.

They will defend and protect you. If someone or something was causing you stress, they’d take care of it for you. They see your problems as their problems & they expect the same in return.

Their confidence can steer towards being egotistical. They may rarely directly apologize. They don’t like acknowledging what they did to upset you. But they will desire to fix it/make up for it.

For example: After an argument where it is become clear they’re wrong and have hurt you. They may just show up the next day with gifts. If you called them out on thinking gifts can erase their wrongdoings. They’d joke it off by saying something like “Don’t act like you’re not gonna wear it anyway.”

They can def be charming and funny when they’re in a good mood. Yet, there is something about them that can be perceived as intimidating - might be for a good or bad reason. The reasons vary for the reader - potential examples: Might work in Law enforcement, might be their appearance & maybe depending on where you’re located they have a gun.

Initially, it is there boldness and mystery that lures you in. There is consistently a lustful undercurrent too. You’ll be intensely attracted to one another even when fighting - angry sex, makeup sex.

Despite being together for years and becoming the closest to one another, you’ll always feel there is some mystery to them. Something about them seems unreachable.

There is a part of their mind and soul that is unreachable. They can be a bit eccentric.

For some readers, I heavily feel this person has found success as an artist in their career. It seems super unrealistic to say but it comes up very strongly so I’m adding it anyways.

This person is a creative and a creator - as a hobby or as career. This can come up in various ways though, it doesn’t have to be traditional “fame” - for example: Maybe they design and sell something like a Jeweller or Carpenter. Maybe they’ve produced music.

You may have a sidereal Libra Mars or tropical Scorpio Mars.

You’ll be a muse to them. You spark creation - potential manifestations of this… Designing/customizing jewellery for you. Receiving a meaningful hand-made gift. Being sent playlists about you.

There will be rocky moments in your relationship. However, one thing that is clear - this person will not walk away from you. If you were to ever divorce, it would be something you push for. They would try very hard to keep you and make the divorce process extremely difficult. It may be a religious or cultural thing that motivates this part of them.

You may have a Saturn DK. This is also similar to a previous pac I wrote - maybe you previously chose that pile too.

[wisteria-bae]

I want to clarify something right out of the gate:

When I said, “Here’s how it was broken down to us,” I referenced what I was taught. I’m not erasing African culpability or trying to push a one-sided narrative. If your experience or education taught you something different, that’s fine, but just as you speak from your experience, so do I.

True facts don’t become racist just because they’re inconvenient, or because you think the other person has a racist reason for bringing them up.

That’s a misread of my point. I never said the fact itself is racist, I said the timing and framing often reveal a motive. When a person suddenly becomes a historian the moment racial injustice is mentioned, only to deflect blame or shut down dialogue, that’s bad-faith distraction. That context matters.

Also, ‘trading with other people for stuff you want for an advantage’ doesn’t make them victims.

At no point did I call anyone a victim. I said some African leaders made decisions out of fear or the pressure of power struggles. That’s not victimhood; that’s political realism. Motivation doesn’t absolve guilt.

So they sold Africans the surplus guns that wouldn’t sell to Europeans. That doesn’t seem like a sinister plot, that seems like getting rid of old stock.

This is exactly what I meant when I said people rarely extend nuance to European participants. When Africans participate, we dig deep into motives, tactics, and economic reasoning. But when Europeans exploit with outdated weapons, faulty deals, and false promises, it suddenly becomes “just business.” Why does nuance disappear when it’s not convenient?

So why do you describe Africans as just ‘selling’ and say white people ‘stole’? There was a lot more ‘stealing’ going on by black people than white people, even by your own argument.

That’s not what I said. I acknowledged both theft and trade. The transatlantic slave trade included kidnapping and purchase. Some Africans were sold, and others were abducted, just like some European colonists bought enslaved people, and others ran illegal slaving expeditions. Both happened and can be true at once without canceling each other out.

I feel like you’re describing your own rationalizations here, but in a deflecting way.

I’m unsure why you feel that way, but that’s not what I’m doing. I explained what I was taught, added some context, and expressed that both sides played roles in a complex, brutal system. I was acknowledging, not deflecting.

Again, the statement usually implies white people alone enslaved black people, and leaves out who did the majority, assuming the speaker even knows most of it was black on black. And I don't think most people do. In most mainstream discourse, the role of black slavers is entirely ignored. If white people are held responsible for something actually done by black people, that's racist and should be corrected, just like the converse.

I hear what you’re saying, but we’re approaching this from two angles. The majority of the initial capturing and selling being “black on black” doesn’t erase or exclude the European role in building the system that brought Africans to the Americas, especially to places like the U.S.

African Americans’ historical focus often starts with what happened once our ancestors were on this side of the ocean. That’s the beginning of our lineage: chattel slavery, plantations, Jim Crow, redlining, mass incarceration.

We’re not ignoring certain parts of the story; we’re focusing on the parts that shaped our communities, our identities, and the generational trauma we’re still unpacking today.

We know Black people sold and captured each other; that part’s not hidden or ignored anymore. But that truth doesn’t cancel out how European powers created, scaled, and profited from a system that turned human lives into generational property. That’s what our education and conversations tend to center out of relevance to our lived reality.

Which brings me to a question I‘m curious about. As a Black non-American, do you believe that how the transatlantic slave trade was taught to you, compared to how we learn about it here in the U.S., is more accurate or complete? And if so, why do you think it's being taught so wrongly and different?

So a black woman was released from jail five months after she was arrested for "abusing a corpse" because she had a miscarriage in a restaurant bathroom.

Her name is Mallori Patrice Strait, and she is 33 years old. This is her.

I distinctly recall raising concern that this would happen to women in anti-abortion states when this happened to Brittany Watts in Ohio and I distinctly recall pro-lifers saying this wouldn't not lead to women getting arrested for miscarriages.

It's also not lost on me that these two women are black, and pro-lifers spent years arguing that their policies were meant to "protect the black population."

While you all justify Adriana Smith's case in Georgia, I wanna hear the 'pro-life' explanation for this.

I want all the "protect black babies" people and the "abortion is black genocide" people to step forward.

I just want to talk.

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soft launch season - [part two]

SUMMARY: when Lando Norris' notorious party boy reputation may be too far out of control to save, you step in to save his image (and maybe his heart).

PAIRING: lando norris x fem!reader

part one part two part three

ACT 2: THE THEORY ERA

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user8 WHOSE HAND??

user9 ok soft launch. we see you

user10 you used to be fun 🙄 ↳ user11 no this is romantic as hell don't stop lando

They were at the marina.

She’d asked if he wanted to walk. He said yes without thinking, then spent the next twenty minutes regretting how fast he said it.

They didn’t talk much at first.

The marina was half-lit, sky dimming to that deep, moody blue just before it slips into black. The air smelled like salt and engine oil and late summer. Waves lapped at the sides of the boats, soft and rhythmic. Everything around them was low, slow, quiet.

She walked beside him, not quite brushing shoulders, but close enough to make him aware of her with every step. She wore something simple, white linen pants, a tank top, a sweater tied around her waist. Hair pulled back, skin glowing from the last of the sun. He hated how he noticed every detail.

They weren’t touching. They never really were. But it always felt like they almost were.

Lando shoved his hands into his pockets.

“So what, you just walk around the marina for fun?” he asked.

“Sometimes,” she said, her voice calm. “Good place to think.”

He side-eyed her. “You invited me. Kind of defeats the purpose.”

She just gave him that look again, the one where her mouth twitched like she was hiding a joke, but her eyes stayed steady. “Maybe I wanted company.”

That word made something shift in his chest.

He looked away. “You’re hard to figure out.”

She smiled in a way that said she knew all his secrets. “That’s the point.”

They stopped near the edge, where the dock curved outward and the water looked like glass. Lights from the moored boats rippled on the surface, casting reflections that wobbled and stretched. It was stupidly beautiful, and Lando hated how aware he was of it. Or maybe he just hated how aware he was of her.

She sat down on the edge without hesitation, feet dangling over the water. After a second, he followed, close but not touching.

A breeze swept in from the coast, cool enough to make her pull the sleeves of her sweater over her hands. Lando tried not to stare as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her profile soft in the half-light.

“This feels too normal,” she murmured.

He glanced at her. “Too normal?”

She shrugged, eyes still on the sea. “I thought fake dating a Formula 1 driver would be a little more…I don’t know. Flashy.”

He smiled. “You want paparazzi and champagne?”

“Not really. But I wasn’t expecting you to be quiet.”

“I’m not quiet.”

“You are with me.”

That hung between them for a second too long.

He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of every inch of space between them. And more than that, every inch they weren’t touching. Which was ridiculous. He wasn’t trying to notice that. It just happened.

“Maybe I just don’t have anything to say.”

She turned her head slowly, resting her chin on her knee. “Or maybe you’re scared if you say something, it’ll start to feel real.”

His heart stuttered.

But she didn’t say it like a challenge. She said it like a passing observation. Like she wasn’t even talking about him.

Still, he didn’t know what to say to that. So he didn’t say anything at all.

They sat in silence again, and it wasn’t awkward. But it wasn’t comfortable either. It was something else. A space with too many sharp edges and not enough words.

Eventually, she stretched her arms behind her, leaning back on her palms.

“So…” she said, slow and casual, “when do you think we have to start, you know…acting more convincingly?”

He blinked. “You don’t think we’re convincing?”

She smiled, but it was tight. “I think we are. I don’t know if they think we are.”

He nodded, unsure if they were still talking about the public anymore. Or if that had ever been the point.

“I guess we’ll have to be more obvious,” he said.

“Guess so,” she echoed.

And neither of them moved.

He hated interviews. Always had.

Not because they were hard, they weren’t. Say what you’re meant to say. Smile when you’re supposed to. Keep the edge off. Stay likeable. It wasn’t rocket science.

But lately, the questions had started shifting. Less about racing lines and car setups. More about…him.

Today wasn’t any different.

He’d just stepped off the pit wall after quali, still in his race suit, half-zipped, sweat cooling on the back of his neck. The sun was brutal, and his mind was still half on the lap he’d botched in sector three.

But the interviewer had that look, the 'so, let’s talk about your personal life' glint that made his stomach turn.

“Fans are saying you’ve mellowed out a bit this season,” the interviewer started, microphone up, grin too polished. “Anything to credit that to?”

Lando smiled. Just a little. Just enough.

He could’ve dodged it. He could’ve made a joke, shrugged it off, said something forgettable.

But instead,

“I don’t know,” he said, eyes flicking away for half a second. “Maybe I just figured out what matters.”

The interviewer’s eyebrows went up, like he hadn’t expected that much honesty. “She watches your races?”

Lando exhaled through a smile. “Sometimes. Not always.”

He looked out past the paddock, toward the crowd, toward the edge of the garages where team staff filtered in and out. And maybe if he wished with his whole might, she might be standing there with her soft smile that promised everything will be alright.

But she wasn't. He was here in Miami, and she was back home in Monaco. And then in a brief moment of lapse, he repeated something she had told him on their third 'date' together.

“She says she prefers the parts where I’m standing still.”

There was a beat of laughter, polite, surprised, genuine.

The interview wrapped soon after, just a few more technical questions before they thanked him and moved on. But Lando stayed there for a moment longer, tugging his suit back up over his shoulders, jaw tight.

He shouldn’t have said that. Or maybe he should’ve.

He didn’t know anymore.

All he knew was that she’d hear it. Whether someone sent her the clip or she found it herself, she’d see the way he said it. The pause before the smile. The softness in it.

She’d know he wasn’t acting.

And that was what scared him.

Because the second she realised it, really realised it, he didn’t know what she’d do.

But he knew he’d already crossed the line.

1 voicemail from lando [1:04]

"hey, y/n. [pause]. I don’t know if you watched the race today. Wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. Honestly, I kind of hope you didn’t. I wasn’t great. The car was fighting me the whole time, and I wasn’t really…in it.

I know I probably shouldn't be calling, or whatever, but [pause] I just...miss you. Is that weird of me to say? I don't know.

Everything is just so loud here. You’re the quiet in my head, if that makes sense. Probably doesn’t. I’m tired.

You weren’t there. I could feel it. It’s stupid. Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you. Even like this. Uh, yeah. [pause] Bye."

Hello, my angels! Here is part two of this series, yippee!! If you have any ideas or suggestions for other things I could do or any requests do let me know! Also, if you want to be added to the taglist let me know! Thanks so much for your support!!

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