#bruh I might actually write this

[arolegos]

cooking up a ninjago arcane au rn and what if i was evil

[specific-dreamer]

just woke up from the worst dream ever

the usual RITFR fight but then darry got to mad the house started shaking and the lights was flickering and he slapped pony and the lights went out. when the lights came back on the whole gang was cleaning up the house bc it looked like a tornado ran through it. tensions were high ofc and pony said something under his breath and darry raised his hand and pony ig snapped and through one of the dining chairs in darry's direction (just barely missing him might i add) and then darry left (i didnt see where he went but id bet money he left to tim or paul; to find a fight or something) and two-bits asked pony if he was gon leave too and for some reason johnny asked pony if he still wanted to run away

oh and when i woke up RITFR was playing so i was heavily convinced this was the best slime tut ill ever see

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

In case it's hard to read/understand: "If I had a nickel for every time I had a story with a blonde girl named after a plant, who has a German father and a French mother but absolutely hates said mom, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice."

weird, extremely-specific tropes in my stories: pt 1

[naareblogs]

Me: But am I truly disabled?

Also me: [Describes in a google forms about disability how my health conditions have caused me problems to see some classes in college, get some jobs, having to spend at least 3 hours a day to take care of my mental and physical health, not being able to eat a lot of stuff and having problems to eat in certain places, random pains in my muscles, stomach and head, less resistance to stress that makes other things flare up, not being able to work sat down for too long or use too much my hands or I get pain, as well as medical visits regularly, and spending lots on money in all of it]

[randomingoftherandomness]

Hello! I saw you've been traveling? I hope you have a good trip!

I'm not sure if you'll have time or want to write this one, if not I totally get it :)

Could you maybe write about ShangZhi and an ambush/sneak attack of some kind? Some whump and angst always welcome since it's whumptober; whatever you feel like/the story takes yooouuu

A/N: I swear, I hadn't meant for this to spicy lemons, but the lemons happened and the spicy followed. So :)

Tags: PWP, Rape/Non Con, Extremely Dubious Consent, Cousin Incest, Dual Cultivation as a Plot Point, Fuck or Die, Injured Gong Yuanzhi, Dark Shangjue, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Unconscious sex, Dead Dove: Don't Eat

🌶️🍋🌶️🍋🌶️🍋

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The energy that presses down around them is oppressive and hungry. Shangjue casts one last look around the cavern and feels his stomach drop. In his arms, Yuanzhi whimpers, turning paler with every second he wastes.

They're out of time.

Shangjue quickly brings Yuanzhi to a raised stone dais in the corner. Whoever had set this trap up had possibly knew that this area used to be an ancient stronghold for some long-dead sect. There are much secrets in this land that has yet to be uncovered, much more still to be feared.

Yuanzhi trembles when he tries to lay him down. Shangjue's heart aches. It should have been him to be hit with that attack but Yuanzhi... This stupid, self-sacrificial, ridiculously brave Didi had taken a jump in front of him, taking the full brunt of the wave of evil energy.

The poison will soon reach Yuanzhi's core and by then, it'll be too late to do anything. He doesn't have anything on him that can help with an attack like this.

There's no other choice.

Shangjue must dual cultivate with Yuanzhi to keep him safe.

With one last caress to Yuanzhi's cheek, Shangjue pulls away. And begins.

Undressing Yuanzhi is easy enough when you're intimately aware with the clothes your Didi wears. And Shangjue is aware. He had them tailored made for him after all.

Shangjue tries to make it as comfortable for his Didi -- bundling up his own outer cloak as a pillow for Yuanzhi to use, carefully disrobing Yuanzhi down to his undergarments.

He tries not to linger, but it's impossible.

Not when the creamy paleness of Yuanzhi's skin tempts him to do wicked things with every inch he reveals. Not especially when Yuanzhi whimpers so beautifully when Shangjue finally pulls that last layer away, baring him in all his glory.

Shangjue calms himself. He's doing this for Yuanzhi. He's doing this to save Yuanzhi. Nothing more.

He has never dreamt of doing this to his precious Didi, Shangjue tells himself, he doesn't want this.

Shangjue was never the best of liars.

Coating his fingers with the oil he keeps on him to clean his sword, Shangjue spreads Yuanzhi's legs apart. Sliding an index finger into the secret hidden flower, he ignores the stirring in his own groin, focusing instead on the way Yuanzhi's nipples harden, a blush growing on his cheeks as his moans fill the cavern.

He slides in his middle finger.

"Shh," Shangjue coos, breath sticking hot in the back of his throat when his voice seems to calm Yuanzhi down a little. "Shh..."

The tightness around his fingers is virginal. Shangjue has always known his Didi was a virgin, of course he has. It shouldn't surprise him, but...

Shangjue repositions himself, keeping a rhythm to the way he is moving his wrist, spreading out his two fingers in Yuanzhi until he can feel the muscle loosening, then adding a third.

Yuanzhi takes him so beautifully.

"Gege has to do this," He starts to say out loud. Yuanzhi's brow furrows, lips parting around a whine when Shangjue's fingers reach deep enough to press up against a spot. "Yuanzhi, Gege is doing this for you..."

Shangjue wonders if Yuanzhi would understand when he wakes. Or will he lose his precious Didi forever because of this one life-saving act.

He pushes that thought back. Curling his fingers, he feels his cock jolt at the way Yuanzhi shudders under him. Looking down, he finds that his Didi is not unaffected. It's the furthest thing. Yuanzhi's cock is heavy against his hip, staining the creamy skin there with his precum.

The sight burns a fire in Shangjue's belly.

He did that.

He caused that.

Pulling his fingers out after one last thrust, he unties his own pants, freeing his hard cock. "I'm..." Shangjue tries. Licking his dry lips, he shakes his head. Lifting Yuanzhi's legs up, he holds them open by hooking them over his elbows, carefully gripping himself by the base, he gently rubs the head of his erection over the hot pucker of Yuanzhi's hole.

"I'll never hurt you, Didi, you know that right?"

He pushes in slowly. Torturous. It takes every ounce of his self-control to not give in into the monster in his mind that whispers to just--

Shangjue can tell the moment it snaps.

In its place is one singular thought. Yuanzhi, Yuanzhi, Yuanzhi, Yuanzhi....

Yuanzhi's tears as he makes him take the last inch of him. The faint scent of blood that coils around something in Shangjue's mind that he can't bring himself to care about. Yuanzhi's face, gaining colour again, lips parted, with little breathy moans that come in tandem with every single time he pounds into him.

Yuanzhi's tight heat. Yuanzhi's sucking him in.

Shangjue groans at the thought of keeping Yuanzhi like this. Forever. Under him, in his bed; sitting on his cock, keeping him warm while he works; teaching Yuanzhi to hold him in his mouth, his throat.

He thrusts deep and hard at the thought of Yuanzhi being his. No one one else's, his and his alone. For him to have and to hold.

Shangjue surrenders to the wickedness in him. Gives in to the desire that has burned in the back of his mind for the longest time. The wants that have accumulated over the years, not helped by the way Yuanzhi is practically someone he has raised to be perfect for the place by his side.

"Ge?"

Shangjue thinks he comes a little at the soft, uncertain voice. "Yuanzhi, don't be scared," He instructs, still fucking him hard. Yuanzhi must have realised something is wrong and tries to push him away, but he's weak. It takes nothing for Shangjue to press down, right at the secret spot his fingers had discovered earlier and it is a dark delight to watch Yuanzhi's face go slack, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he stiffens, coming all over his belly, sobbing through his very first orgasm.

His cock throbs. Shangjue pauses only to release Yuanzhi's legs, letting them fall on either side of his hips while he presses down, pushing himself deeper. Cupping Yuanzhi's cheeks, he gently kisses them, licking the salty tears, murmuring sweet nothings to calm a Yuanzhi who was slowly coming back to himself.

"Gege..." Yuanzhi hiccups. "Gege..."

"Shh, good Didi," Shangjue croons. "You have to let me take care of you."

"Take care of me? What...?"

"Yes, my dear Didi," Shangjue smiles, reaching back to press back on Yuanzhi's knee, giving himself more space to feel the way Yuanzhi's hole tightens at the touch. "We're dual cultivating."

"Dual cultivating?" Yuanzhi slurs, a glassy look coming over his brown eyes. "With me?"

"With you." Shangjue pulls himself back. Then slams back into Yuanzhi. Brutal and cruel, with none of the care from before. He lets the wickedness drive him. Take his body and draw sob after sob from Yuanzhi that excites him to the bone.

Shangjue feels his body grow warm. Initially he thinks it might just be the clothes that he's still wearing, but then he looks to see Yuanzhi's core glowing. Ah, he dimly thinks, so this is what it means.

Finding a last well of strength in him, he moves faster, lifting Yuanzhi into his arms, kissing him hard on the lips to swallow down the quiet cries and pleas as he connects them in a way that no one will ever dare separate.

Shangjue loses time after that.

"Be good."

The words are thick. Rough and rasping. Almost painful as they leave his lips. Shangjue blinks and comes round to the way Yuanzhi is riding his cock desperately. He's drooling, eyes wide and dark as if this is the one singular purpose he has left in life to do.

Yes, something curls in the back of Shangjue's head purrs, all he needs to be is your little slut now, nothing more. Isn't this what you've raised him to be?

He feels something flow from Yuanzhi into him and something warm trickling from him into Yuanzhi. It takes him a moment, distracted as he was by Yuanzhi coming in weak dribbles on the mess between their bellies -- when had he even disrobe? -- to realise that it was their core energies melding together.

"Gege..."

He kisses Yuanzhi. Licking into his mouth, devouring him. Distantly he feels hands coming up to the base of his skull, pulling him closer. He hides his smile in the way he can taste himself on Yuanzhi's lips.

Shangjue cannot get enough.

Later, when they manage to break free and walk right back out into the sunlight, they're greeted by the worried looks of their men.

"Jue gongzi, Zhi gongzhi, we were unable to note the trap in time and caused you to be trapped. We will gladly take any punishment."

"Good that you are aware," Shangjue snarls. Keeping a hand around Yuanzhi's waist, he waves his other hand. "Go find a carriage. My Didi requires rest on the journey home."

Yuanzhi seems to flush at that. "Ge, I'm fine. Please don't trouble yourself."

"And I'll be joining him in the carriage," Shangjue continues to the men, dismissing them to their task. Turning to Yuanzhi, he leans in, pressing his lips to his ear and whispers, "Gege must personally see to his Didi's... injuries. We must be thorough and check you thoroughly."

A surge of energy coils deep in his belly. Shangjue smiles, uncaring if there were anyone left to witness the little kiss he licks to the corner of his darling Didi's lips.

He spies the way Yuanzhi's eyes glass over and pulls him closer to his side. If his hand somehow slips and he gropes at the wetness between his thighs. Well.

Yuanzhi's his now. To have and to hold.

[vilelittlecritter]

Reading dreamscape and this shit is good.

Like, too good.

Like I am enjoying this way too much kind of good.

[catboii]

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[Day ####]

It’s been several days since there were any markable concerns. No breaches, no alerts, no deaths on the clock... Everything has been running smoothly. As it should. 

The Overseer of the current area leads their Agents through the corridors, writing up directives for the daily observations and handing them to the respective Agent.

The Anomalies here are usually very quiet, although sometimes, one of them will just sort of- change… Wake up… And then they completely flip. You can’t trust them. Sometimes Agents have underestimated what seemed like a normal inanimate object, like the hairbrush that hypnotises people, pulling them with psychic tendrils into its room, so that they'll brush their hair with it, then two weeks later they'll wake up from a coma; or a small animal, like the mouse that turned out to eat concrete and burrowed out by nibbling around the steel reinforcements before anyone noticed. There was so much paperwork...

Most of the chambers look the same, bland, metallic grey inside and out, the only difference being the cautionary and instructional stickers of varying sizes, shapes and colours, on the corridor-side of their doors. Some have more than others, and some seem to tell a story. 'No eye contact', 'No turning your back', 'No auditory interaction', 'Unconfirmed: Inanimate', etc; the list could be endless as more instructions are being discovered and printed every day, although it's not a fast process as the braille needs to be sized and punched correctly. Whenever something is Suspected, they use a medium sized Yellow sticker, with a dashed border for the colourblind. If something is confirmed, then it’s a larger sized Red sticker with a bold border. There are the occasional smaller, Green stickers, with a wavy line as a border; this makes them look more whimsical and friendly, although doesn’t mean that whatever is being contained is safe, just that the action is ‘safe’, such as 'Safe: Eye contact', 'Safe: Slow movement', 'Safe: Liquid exposure'. As it’s quite difficult to confirm that something truly is ‘safe’, there aren’t as many Green stickers as the others, and they’re easy to peel off, in case something turns out to not actually be safe... There are alot of Yellow stickers through the halls, as it’s all too easy to have an unconfirmed suspicion, rather than to prove that something is safe or not. 

After a few Agents are sent on their assignments, the Overseer leads the remaining toward another bland silver door, with the usual square viewing window and several Yellow stickers: the expected, and potentially obvious instructions when approaching any wild animal, ‘maybe don’t touch or feed this thing, it might bite, but we’re not sure’. There are also some White and, some rarer, Black stickers though. The White stickers are confirmed guidelines, Agents normally call the neat little sections of White stickers Biogs, as they’re a bit like summaries, and you need a better name than ‘what do their Whites say?’ when discussing cases with your peers. The Black stickers, however, are important notes to keep in mind if you have to go into the room. These are always very specific, but usually a little cryptic, as if their info is on a need to know basis. Which it sort of is, as they only get explained to you if you’re the one going in. 

Most Anomalies in this section have the White 'Does not eat' sticker, as they’re inanimate objects (less of an instruction, just an observation that it doesn’t need to be fed, although someone must have tried, to be able to confirm it, which summons amusing images of Agents trying to coax mysterious Diaries or amulets to nibble on some fruit or a raw steak), but this one also has this sticker, and it appears to be some kind of small animal. Trying to peer through the door window, Agent 23 thinks it looks like a crow sitting in the middle of the floor, although there are too many layers of thick, toughened glass to get a clear view from this distance. There also appears to be a large, Red, octagonal sticker ,right beside the White one that looks like the 'Do not approach' instruction, based on the size and shape, but it’s covered by a Black sticker frantically scribbled over with what looks like black sharpie? As if someone was trying to take it back, but didn’t have the right sticker to hand. The white text is still easily readable, and says 'Caution level C-3'. The Caution level 'C' stickers are reserved for the Anomalies that have shown cannibalistic traits, which is a rabbit hole of a definition when you consider that these Anomalies aren’t human, and eating other animals is a perfectly normal carnivore activity… for animals. 

But why would a creature that doesn’t eat, according to that White sticker, show interest in eating other creatures..? 

Moreover, the level is a scale, like 1:1 or 1:10 in scale models. 'C-1' is for creatures that will attack and/or eat other creatures the same size as them, 'C-0.5' would mean creatures half their size, etc. So 'C-3' means that it’s 'shown an interest' in attacking and eating something three times its own size. Which, based on how small it is, doesn’t sound too worrisome. And besides, this must have been observed before it was put into containment...

As the Overseer looks over the paperwork left hooked on the door, a couple of the Agents peer through to the chamber. There are three interlock doors, which seems excessive for such a small creature. Two is perfectly fine for most of the other, larger Anomalies. Besides, the extra door space takes away some of the chamber space, leaving it alot smaller, even if the creature inside isn’t very big itself. There aren’t any perches or furniture inside, nothing for enrichment. There are also two chairs outside the doors, one either side, when there are usually just two. Only one is the metal kind with the little document shelf under the seat though, the other doesn’t look like it belongs here, more like it’d been dragged from somewhere else, possibly a staff room on another floor, since the ones on this floor are cushioned. 

“Alright,” the Overseer starts confidently, “have any of you had any experience with this Anomaly?” Two of the six Agents raise their hands, one being Agent 23, a low level Agent who'd been working at the Facility for three years so far. “Perfect. Now please lower your hand if any of those experiences have been negative in any way, if you have verbally expressed any negative thoughts around this doorway, or if you may have been overheard disciplining another Anomaly or member of staff in this hallway, at all”, they slightly raise their voice at the end, as if to emphasise how important this was. Agent 23 keeps her hand raised, but she couldn’t see why any of the staff would do anything like that; however, the other Agent had already lowered his hand, but Agent 23 wasn’t sure at which point of the statement. The Overseer looks down at the clipboard, ‘uh-huh’s to themself a few times, then hangs it back on the designated hook. “Alright. You may lower your hand now. The rest of you, I trust you have jobs to do, you’re dismissed. Agent 23, I’ll instruct you on your tasks for the next…” they pause, as if thinking, “week. If all goes well”. 

The instructions sound like the usual, to observe the Anomaly through the cameras and the door windows, to record everything on the sheet every hour. Although there are also extra, lined sheets to fill in if the Anomaly tries to communicate. Any sign of intelligence should be recorded. It's been reported to react to the verbal greetings given by the Agents through the intercom, and if someone gets close to the glass, sometimes it seems to be looking toward the door. The Overseer has instructed 23 to actually try to get it to respond this time, however she can. If it looks like it’s reacting to the intercom, to continue talking, to see if it’s just the noise, or if it’s the actual speech it recognises. There are the odd notes in the ‘Guide’ that say that it has been observed to obey basic commands such as ‘step away from the door’, ‘stand still’ and such like. 

All of the initial pages in the observation log seem to have been crudely torn out, then the first intact pages have nothing written on them aside from the first boxes having mention of observations being difficult, due to the Anomaly being ‘outside’. 23 decides this must mean before it was put into containment, and was just being observed; because if it had breached containment, then there would be far more paperwork, and more Red stickers on the door. Breachers normally went to a far more secure floor several stories lower, and had their own guards stationed at every checkpoint. The pages documenting the last month or so are all basically uneventful, and nothing of note jumps out at her. 

As 23 turns on the intercom to read the obligatory greeting statement, there’s a slight electrical crackle-buzz as the speaker turns on, and a red LED indicator light at the bottom lights up. The small, crow-like creature turns its head toward the soft sound, its eyes dull and reflectionless, staring slightly off from the main door camera, as the intercom speaker is about a foot underneath. “Greetings. I’m Agent 23,” she begins, trying to sound casual, though professional, as if she doesn’t feel the least bit silly trying to talk to a bird, who probably doesn’t understand anything she’s saying, “I’ll be observing you today. I’ll be here for-” she briefly flicks her eyes down from the monitor to check her notes, quickly counting the start to finish times in her head, “Six hours. Please go about your business as normal.” She lets go of the intercom button, and it makes that same quiet crackle, then silence resumes. 

The creature keeps staring toward the speaker for a moment, then, as 23 observes as instructed, she thinks it glances up to the main camera, but it keeps turning, openly facing one of the side cameras, just staring toward it for what feels like the longest moment. 23 starts to wonder if it can somehow see her, and that its watching her, so she makes a little waving motion with her hand at the monitor to see if it'll react… But then it turns to face the back wall, away from the three cameras pointing toward it, and stays facing that direction.

The rest of the day is relatively uneventful, another Agent nearby makes a breakthrough when they say they got a recording of an inanimate object moving, and they furiously scribble in their observational notes. 23’s ward just sits there, once or twice taking a few slow steps toward one side of the room, a few hours later going to the other side. 

Once it’s time to finish up, she stands, stretching her arms above her head, making a little squeak noise through her nose as her spine pops, and when she turns toward the intercom, she notices the creature on the camera monitor, looking toward the door. Perhaps it could see her shadow move? She pauses briefly before pressing the intercom, there’s no movement at the buzz this time, not even a twitch. “This is Agent 23. I have concluded today’s observations. I will be returning tomorrow. Thankyou for your cooperation.”

[cloudsentapollo]

MAG 161 and MAG 162 are making me insane

[jillleon]

Before you send hate to a tumblr dot com blog featuring a fictional pairing, take a step back and think about the fact that none of these characters are real. If you're getting so triggered over something that doesn't even exist, it's time to reevaluate your mental state. Go out. Touch some air. Breathe some grass. Maybe eat it too. See what it tastes like. Might help get rid of that bitterness in your mouth.

[the-dalseum-duet]

i feel my frontal lobe developing in real time and for some reason my love of musicals is the only interest of mine left

[jolyrine]

glad dad came home for my birthday and that he’s staying for a couple days. came in with a plushie for me then said he visited japan and got a letter that uncle josuke wrote for me. i also got so much gifts from everyone else that i can’t show it all rn. today was a good day 💋💋

[red-hemlock]

✄ if it was arkham staff tho 👀 (also hiii I missed youu & river 😩💕)

send me a ✄ for my character's reaction to yours walking in on them in the middle of killing someone. @lylebolton

"...You." Strong arms release their hold, and the form within their grasp slumps to the side, never to rise again. A doctor. She doesn't remember his name, only that he was an idiot who stabbed her in the back of the arm after she so graciously allowed him to leave upon relieving him of his keycard.

A fool, who won the fool's gold... Internal separation of the skull from the neckbone.

"I know you, 'dear'." The ruckus outside reaches crescendo-pitch, and covered in the blood of unknown others, she raises to her feet with an unnervingly-calm fluidity, "I watched you quite a bit. You're the guard who likes to knock-around all the ones who can't fight back."

"Well. Unlike them, I don't actually need all my 'toys' to play... So let's see how tough you really are, against someone who actually knows how to fight! Fist-to-fist. Tooth, to nail, to flesh."

The grinning murderess greets the storm with a bow, and outside that little room, the riot rages-on. Madness made manifest, in the madhouse.

[primusdemoniccreatrix]

Bro how the hell did it get this far omg

The only thing I have ever seen of CoD was like, when I was a kid and the video games of shooting and the swearing I heard from the neighbors were just so foreign to me (my immigrant self had no money for video games, okay?!) and I really didn't like how hypermasculinized it was and now here I am over a decade later looking at MWII oneshots and following fic blogs for Call of Duty and I just-

Bro I can feel my sociology professors glaring daggers at my ass like they didn't just teach me how the military is a mechanism of perpetual white supremacy and male violence and I'm so anti-military too like-😭

Me: oh wow the new CoD MWII characters are babey-

My social justice professors, my sociology degree, my morals, my colonized ancestors, God himself: *looming over my shoulder* What the fUCK-

My anti-military ass: 😭💀💀

before anyone asks yes this is me giving a confession and disclaimer like a sinner in the church confessional before I write some fics myself I'm so done with my own ass lmao

[yourstrqly]

✰ LATE NIGHT'S DESIRE , O. PIASTRI

[ preview ] working as a mclaren strategist for years, the newest driver is the perfect candidate to satisfy your hunger — he does make it easy for you, coming to your door in the middle of the night.

[ tw ] smut, unprotected sex, dom!fem!reader, teeny tiny little bit of corruption kink, spit kink, inappropriate work relationship | gif by @princemick

[ a/n ] idk what this is but yeah slay or whatever bruh. Might write more smut about oscar, I'm really fixed on him rn + ITS MELBOURNE GP and in honor of that i had to write a little something

. minors do not read | masterlist .

The sight of the quiet, charmingly awkward Oscar makes your blood pump fastly though your veins as the desire within you grows. You know its wrong, having inappropriate thoughts about a co-worker, one that isn't as secure as you are on the team but you can't help yourself with it; the need to fuck whoever is handsome and new is strong enough to make you black out rules.

First you had Lando — he was eager to fuck you as you pleased, then you had to have Daniel, who mind you, wasn't as easy to get in your bed and he also wasn't to corrupt as he was the one to mirror your actions and pull some stuff. Sadly it ended rather fast with him getting a girlfriend. But you still have Lando every other month as the boy can't keep a girl around, making him fall regularly in your bed or wherever you are to fuck. It's not that fun anymore, quiet bland. The routine is always the same — first he'll finger you to get you wet enough and then you push him to whatever surface and take his cock. Afterwards you clean yourself, Lando already out of the door.

So, that brings you to Oscar.

He's fresh blood, newly single, and dear lord in heaven over the winter break he put on a lot more muscles, looking ridiculous strong, causing your pussy to flutter whenever you see him. You flirt with him quite often and you do see his brown eyes cloud with lust, but you want to take your time. There's no need to rush.

But the day comes.

Its Sunday night, hours after the race and celebrations of Oscar taking P3, when you hear knocks on the door of your hotel room. Reaching for your phone, the homescreen only shows a few messages from people you're currently not interested in responding. No Lando. Normally, he'd shot a text beforehand, so you're not sure of who is standing opposite the wooden door.

Breathing in, you swing your bare legs off the bed and walk across the room, opening the door. The sight greeting you leaves your mouth agape — Oscar's wearing an maroon satin shirt, tucked into a pair of black slacks. On his thick fingers are two rings which you've never seen him wear but it suits him. He looks hot, even more so with his hair all toulouse and a curl glued to his forehead. It's an indicator that he is influenced by Lewis and Guanyu, both very fashionable drivers on the grid, and you could kiss them right now because Oscar has never looked this hot. He is but this is otherworldly.

"Everything alright, Oscar?", you ask, crossing your arms under your breasts and unintentionally pushing them up, presenting the man with your more than welcoming cleavage.

He can't help himself; his focus rests on the soft curves of your tits, the skin glistening under a sweat film the heat of middle east brings.

Clearing his throat, the Mclaren driver, sends you a dashing smile. "Yes, actually I've missed you at the celebration and was wondering if you—", he stops himself, cheeks flaming hotly.

"If I want?"

You can see the thoughts running around faster than the car on the track earlier. Must be hard to grasp whatever plagues his mind.

"I was wondering if you'd celebrate with me", he whispers, somewhat bashful which is endearing.

"Sure, let me throw on something else to wear, can't go out in this", you say, hands moving across your body to clarify your point; due to the heat you're only wearing some boxers and a flimsy babydoll top. Oscar gazes at you, shaking his head. "No, no, I mean celebrate in, you know . .", he stumbles over the words, blush now burning his ears too.

Oh. Oh.

To end his misery, you catch his wrists to pull him inside before hitting the door close with your foot and shove him against it.

For the first time you kiss him, all teeth and tongue, and its different from what you have imagined — his hands are rougher, caressing your lower back, creeping under the top to feel the warm skin of yours. Grabbing you by the hips, he sloths his dick against your stomach and grinds. He doesn't feel small, maybe even bigger than his teammate. In your imagination, he was softer yet he let you guide him to bed exactly like dream-oscar did and falls backwards on top of the cream coloured sheets, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Remove your clothes, baby."

You reach for the hem of your top as you command him, letting him stare at your tits while he steps out of his bottoms and throws the shirt in a corner. His milky smooth skin's glowing in the dim lighting a street lamp spends, and you see a map of freckles on his chest as well as a happy tail lending down to his beautiful cock.

Spitting in your hands, slander finger gently touch his length, causing Oscar's head to fall back, lips wide agape and you take the opportunity to spit in his mouth. "Shallow, Osc, be a good boy f'me, yeah?", you coe, hot breath fawning the auricle. He does, groaning lowly but its getting louder when you bring your legs on either side of his lap, left hand grabbing his cock and coating it in your wetness before probing the fat mushroom tip at your pussy, gliding down till every inch is inside you.

The feeling of his cock might aswell change everything; he's the biggest you've ever taken, scraping and burning you inner spongy walls deliciously as he kisses your cervix.

Fuck Lando, he doesn't have anything on Oscar.

"M so full, you're filling me up so good, baby", the praise let the man smile in a haze, far lost in how good you ride him. Your wet hole holds his grith snuggly as you fuck yourself on his cream coated length — his eyes roll back in pleasure at the sight of a white ring forming on the base of his dick, something he has never seen before, and it spurrs him on to grind his hips into yours, getting a worish wail out of you.

You fuck him till his abdomen thighten and he pumps you full of cum, that is oozing out of your desperately moving body, chasing your own orgasm. Oscar leans in, bitting on your pulse point. Then you fall over the edge, legs shaking as you still on top of him.

After catching your breath, you charmingly smirk at him before he grinds up in your fluttering hole — he's already getting hard again.

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT ; they have a very obvious crush on you

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, & quackity

warnings ; language

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

constantly donates / talks through tts when you're streaming alone

TommyInnit donated $10!

"Tommy, stop giving me money, just use TTS"

only uses tts when you tell him to each and every time, it's routine

if he's streaming when you compliment him, chat always points out his red face to both of you

"shut up chat! I'm not blushing. you guys suck"

after a while he gets invested in the shipping

"if I open wattpad and don't see three new y/s/n fics I'm gonna lose my shit, guys"

"Tommy, Tommy, check ao3"

"I found one and it actually looks good!"

reading fanfics on stream (with permission of course and being light on the jokes and whatnot)

you and Tommy make your own fanfic too

he gets your friends to read it on their streams too 💀💀💀

literally every bit he writes is something he wants to do with you

such a hopeless romantic

RANBOO

always doing you favors

never saying no to you

"yes sir/maam!"

always donos on your streams while speed running or playing horror games to tell you good luck

it rlly isn't a stream wo one of their donos istg

chat always asking where he is during one of said streams

editors go CRAZY with the misfits vlogs & tom simons vlogs with you two in them

the chemistry???

you react to / watch each sorry boys episode on stream when they come out

editors go crazy with your compliments to ranboo

they do too 😭😭

giggling and kicking their feet cause they're so funny to you

he's literally head over heels bruh

gives u free merch and stuff

FREDDIE BADLINU

he's usually nice/full of compliments but he's so extra with you

claims it's for the bit

lets you dye his hair

ylyl streams with him constantly LMAO

he wrote your name on his bi flag for some reason??? when you ask about it he just says "why not?" and you shrug it off

always helping you pick out clothes and shit when thrifting/shopping

always has to find a pair of sunglasses for you I swear

constantly asks his viewers to edit you guys

it's become a part of your relationship where he clearly has a crush on you but you can't tell if it's for the bit or if he's serious so you never say anything

the tom simons vlogs w you guys go hard

especially the ylyl irl with ran, tommy, charlie, james, and billzo

same with the ylyl american version w jack, tommy, james, harry, etc

editors and fanfic writers have field days with those

just straight up making out as "friends" for the bit????

even Tommy is confused and he's been supporting Freddie through the dumb shit he's been doing

supports the fanfics

he honestly reads them

if you catch him doing so he says he's just interested and he might read it on stream for funnies

QUACKITY

"accidently" sends you free merch nearly every drop

qsmp streams are never complete without you guys flirting or going on a date

basically old karlnapity but you guys on the qsmp

qsmp y/s/n streams go so hard, they're literally the best

cellbit, roier, and jaiden officiating your fake wedding

qsmp y/s/n edits and fanart went crazy

youre like "guys no fanfics or edits of y/s/n, only if hes comfortable with it, I don't want you guys to weird him out"

and hes begging people to make the fanfics, the fanart, the everything

daily tweets of "guys send me more y/s/n fanart" or "any good y/s/n fanfic recommendations??"

cellbit always replies to those tweets with some long ass dictionary ass response to fuck with you two

fitmc of all people makes you guys a little tumblr oneshot.

[padawansuggest]

Okay so on Coruscant there are very few people that don’t actually go out into the streets (I’m thinking politicians and Jedi might be some of the few who don’t have to go outside very often if at all because the senate and the temple are both the size of a small city) which means that 1: they NEED to have vitamin D lights on the streets of Coruscant because otherwise everyone would be depressed like in the deepest winter at all times. And 2: that means I think the Jedi temple and the senate themselves also are just full of Vitamin D lights.

Also y’all need to stop writing fics where kids are afraid of ‘getting caught sneaking around after dark’ or something because the temple is literally so full of species that you have no idea of that kid is nocturnal or whatever. They very well could be. Tbh I wanna write a fic where someone catches Obi-Wan sneaking around at night to play a prank with Quin or something and he’s all ‘bruh my eyes glow in the dark I’m obviously meant to be awake at this hour’ and no one can argue with him. Stuff like that.

Also I think the temple neeeeeeeds multiple healing halls (once more. It is the size of a small city) one in the aquatic center of the temple (which canonically exists) one in the temple main (which should span over like four levels and act as it’s own building okay) and one in the creche. This is the MINIMUM amount of healing halls I think they should have.

A tram system should be inside the walls. Places in the temple that act as sideways lifts and also a subway system because believe it or not, there are species in the temple as small as one foot tall, and I’m not just talking about Grogu, I’m talking about others like Kushiban and others similar. Once more. It is the size of a small city. They should have both subway type stations (that take you certain places like the main healing halls or the biggest canteen or the supply sector of the temple things like that) because oh my god imagine how many hours the commute to your workstation could take if you didn’t have that shit. Annoying af.

They gotta have names for all the different canteens okay. Like ‘meet me in the cafeteria’ in a temple the size of a small city is bullshit cause even in the books they have multiple cafeterias.

A… let’s call it a Mall Section of the temple. A place where you can pick up groceries (the temple makes their own food and I assume most of it is cooked in careens but also not letting people cook their own food is a recipe for a Jedi starving to death on a mission lmao) but they also have a salon (skin care and hair care are very important and if you let all these babies cut their own hair they gonna turn out like me no one wants that) and a clothing ‘store’ where you can get certain size clothes and robes from, or even undercover mission clothes. There need to be Jedi in these places too!!! Imagine going to the salon with your master and having a gossip talk about your new lineage member!!! It’s important to society!!!

A Jedi movie theater where the masters send their kiddos on the weekend so they can enjoy a glass of wine and not be sneezed on for three hours.

I’ve actually seen a few mentions in fics and posts about tea salons so that is def also a thing. It’s the Jedi version of a cafe. I think people who like baking take turns working there and everyone chips in for tea selections and stuff.

Droid Ubers. They need to get somewhere but feel sick as heck and it’s not near any good lifts or the subway trams??? Call a droid Uber lmao. It shouldn’t be unusual either lol just grandmaster on his way to bother his kid while not aggravating his hip after hip surgery.

Remember that Jedi who are like 10 foot tall also exist so remember there ARE apartments in the temple that could fit Kenobi’s Dino-Horse girl Boga.

There should also be apartments with like 10 bedrooms and bathrooms (or even one giant communal bathroom) around a singular living/cooking space!!! Let Jedi live in communes!!!!

The aquatic levels of the creche are def the cutest place in the temple you can’t argue with me on the idea of water babies swimming and cuddling under water.

On another note to the fact that species like Kushiban exist???? Imagine tiny doors and corridors that used to be used by mouse droids but they became so useful to tiny Jedi so they got taken over. Just imagine that.

Bartering markets where Jedi trade things, mostly things they get on missions or are given to them as gifts, nothing goes to waste so they find a proper place for all gifts and extras here.

Cooking classes. Obi-Wan has been kicked out of all of them his cooking is so bad. Anakin claims bullshit he loves Master’s cooking! But then, he also eats worms…

Anyways. Y’all too single minded with this shit. It just be all ‘cafeteria, living quarters, healing halls and archives’ with you guys. Where is the culture. Where is the acknowledgment of multiple species all living in the same area taking place in a culture of peace and galactic exploration???? Give them a liquor store idgaf.