#but taking a shit was a race against time

[manmuncher777]

Roommate!Gojo who sends you off on your date with a pang of jealousy ripping its way through his body. Why couldn’t you be dressing up like that to spend the night with him. He knew you were excited, this was the most you’d dressed up in a long time, your hair sitting do perfect after the hours he watched you spend on it. The outfit you chose showing your figure in a way that had him clenching a fist, trying not to reach out and let his fingers dance over your exposed skin. That intoxicating perfume filling his nose as he stood so close, wishing you a good night before the door finally shut, and the only trace left behind was the small waves of your sweet scent still lingering in the air

Roommate!Gojo who is confused when he hears your keys in the door just 2 hours later, he wasnt even expecting you back tonight.

Roommate!Gojo rushing to your side when he sees your pretty face puffed up with tears, concern lacing his tone. Utter joy racing through him in reality, but he was still sad to see you so upset

Roommate!Gojo who listened to youn blubber and rant about how this was your first date in a long time and how you just wanted a nice night. He listened to you rant about how much an asshole the guy was all while stoking your hair and kissing your head as you sat wrapped up in his arms

Roommate!Gojo who almost died then and there when he heard you complain how men were shit and you “just wanted to get laid”

“that might be something I can help with gorgeous” he whispered before anything could stop him, His reaction basically automatic

Roommate!Gojo who had your crying for a nothing reason a few moment later as he was burying himself between heaven you thighs. Hot tears streamed down your face as the mans thick tongue worked his way through your folds, playing with your little bundle of nerves. Small whimpers leaving his throat as your taste made him rock hard. His hands gripping your thighs, keeping them spread wide for him so he could see you in all your glory “Pretty girl, if you were needing to cum all you had to do was ask me” his syrupy voice rang out in your fucked out head in between his vulgar licks of your dripping cunt “That asshole didnt deserve to see you so pretty” he whispered into your cunt. “I had half a mind to drag you back in a fuck you against the door seeing you dressed like that”

His words rippling over your, breaking you more and more. You had no choice but to listen to him as he teased and taunted you.

You couldn’t even bother yourself to respond, not after his gingers slid into your cunt so easily, the squelch of your wetness echoing in the room.

Roommate!Gojo who couldn’t wait to get his throbbing cock inside that needy little pussy of yours. He’d thought of this moment for months and he wasn’t quite sure how it was actually happening.

Roommate!Gojo who had you naked and spread over his bed right now, looking at your fucked out features. Your skin laced with sweat, your hair still beautifully framing face, those tits hed spent so many night imagining while he fucked his fist now open for him to see, all marked from his touch. That beautiful cunt of yours dripping from the orgasms he had already pulled out of it, and yet you were still begging him for more

“please Satoru, I need you” you whined so sweetly beneath him and he teased his red leaking tip through your folds, coating himself I your slick. He soothed you, kissing your head gently “It’s okay pretty girl, ill give you whatever you need” he promised before lining himself up with your fluttering entrance and sinking himself deep inside.

The moan that left him was sinful as he bottomed out inside of you, you felt amazing wrapped around his cock, even better then he imagined.

Roommate!Gojo who couldn’t hold himself back for long, soon he was pistoning himself in and out of your sopping pussy, moaning incoherently abut how good you felt. You were more then happy to lay there and take every inch, every thrust he was giving you. Your mind so far gone you couldn’t do much more then whimper and moan and every move he made, his thick cock hitting that delicious part of your velvety walls with every stroke. Your eyes rolling back as your nails dragged red lines down his back

“There she is, theres my pretty girl” “cant believe all you needed was a good fucking sweetheart, all you had to do was ask” “been thinking about this tight little pussy for ages” “come on baby, take it, this is what you where begging for” “such a good girl for me, taking it so well” “awh, you like this don’t you? filthy girl”

Roommate!Gojo who was a stuttering mess, his head falling into your shoulders as his hips never stopped their brutal pace, his balls slapping against you with each thrust. It wasnt long before he had you cumming again that night. Your wall squeezing him tight as you flooded his perfect skin with you juices. You could do nothing but moan his name, so sweetly in his ear that his orgasm hit him as well. His balls tightening as he fucked him cum deep into you. His pushing himself deeper with each finishing thrust. A deep groan coming from his chest as his hips faultered and finally stopped. Both of you lying there, panting.

“next time you need a good fuck princess, let me know” he whispered into you ear

You wouldve hit the smug bastard if you werent so sure that you would be taking him up on his offer again the next day

[metranart]

Tokyo Rev Shameless Smut - Draken x Baji x Mikey x You... Stepbrother's crave

The door to the house opened and you heard the voice of Keisuke, he wasn't alone— he called you to go say hello and a funnier idea crossed your mind -since you became brothers so long ago, you were always the playful type- So, you ended up hiding in the closet of his room to surprise him. You would go out, scare him and everyone would laugh…

“It seems that nobody is home-…” 

You heard someone say as they slowly approached the room, and you prepared to jump out… but all playfulness turned to ashes when Keisuke was pushed into his own room in a knot of grabbing limbs and passionate kisses—

“Shit Baji! You interrupt a Toman meeting like that again and I'm not responsible-…” Manjiro Sano kissed the threat against his neck, and your stepbrother chuckled.

“I wanted to make your blood boil—” the dark-haired gang member confessed. “I’ve missed you, how the hell was I supposed to get your attention when I’m no longer allowed in Toman meetings?”

“There’s a reason for that!” The sub-commander, Draken, shrieked as he buried his fist in the aforementioned mane to tilt his head back violently and capture his smirking lips in a bruising kiss, devouring his mouth to then continuing to spat between smooches. “You’re incorrigible, Keisuke…”

Baji groaned deep in his throat, and your throat dried, too stupefied to react, condemning yourself to watch. Mikey grinned amused, letting his hands begin to undo the Toman’s cumbersome uniforms. It was your last opportunity to make your presence known but your body was frozen… you were stunned, heart racing alarmingly fast and cheeks burning with a fever… but quiet as a tomb- and somehow, you kept like that for the next hour… an involuntary witness to this knot of unbridled lust.

They used Baji as their cocksleeve and glorified cumdump, and he LOVED every minute of it, moaning, grunting, and cursing through clenched teeth as Draken’s powerful hips pounded into him relentlessly.

“—I knew this would shut you up.” 

Was all Manjiro Sano said before his cock disappeared into your stepbrother’s mouth, who gulped it down with the expertise of a sword swallower. Inviting that massive piece of meat to kiss the back of his throat, over and over and over again, there was no gag reflex, just saliva dripping down his chin and eyes clenched shut as he enjoyed being used by two of his most trusted friends.

“~Fuck! I won’t deny that I missed this,” Draken growled raggedly, his manly voice a guttural moan that barely overcome the clapping sound of skin against skin. “… Mikey?”

Mikey just moaned a weak affirmative, too busy and mesmerized and desperate to keep riding his first division captain’s warm, wet mouth to answer. Draken smirked before laughing in amusement.

“—I don’t know if we were lucky or unlucky that (Y/N) wasn’t home…”

You forced yourself to swallow the gasp that almost came out of your mouth at the mention of your name.

This time Mikey did answer. “UNLUCKY…” the blond growled, frowning a little, “—I’ve been wanting to fuck the brothers ever since Baji introduced her to us.”

Draken tightened his grip around Baji’s hips to force his hips higher, earning a faster pace, deeper, with a rawer sentiment—as if trying to take out his next words on him.

“Same here-…aghh- f-fuck-… I can’t stop thinking about that little kitten and how cute she’d purr while we introduce her to the cravings of the flesh-… we’ll be amazing teachers” Draken’s predatory grin said it all, “is your cute sis still a virgin, Keisuke?”

Baji made a choking noise, and the shorter blond gave him a break to answer.

“My-My sweet sis is off limits, you idiots.”

He warned between coughs before sending them a sharp, dangerous smirk. Your heart softened for him, who ever since he welcomed you into the family, swore would protect you, you never doubted it… but for him to even face his best friends for you. It made you appreciate him even more.

“Buh Baji, don’t be the jealous type- how boring.” Mikey complained, throwing a tantrum.

And before Baji could answer, he was pulled up by the taller blonde until his back collided with Draken’s massive, sweaty chest, a strong hand snaking around his neck. “She has to lose it to someone, who better than us who will adore her like the princess she is—”

“I said NO.” 

Baji stood firm, he knew how rough these two could be, he loved it and couldn’t get enough… but you were fragile, you needed someone sweet and tempered, not this mass of bites, pinches and unbridled lust. 

“THIS is not open for discussion.”

“-Why are we so unsuitable, captain?”

Mikey tried to sound disinterested, kissing the words from Baji’s sweaty chest to his neck, making him moan, but Draken read him like an open book. Mikey wasn’t going to let it go. Draken had noticed that special sparkle in his commander’s eyes the moment he met you, the same sparkle he now saw in the mirror every morning. You had smitten them, they were in love with you… taking Baji was the consolation prize, you were the jackpot.

Without pulling out, Draken dragged both down to sit on the bed, continuing his thrusts but now, in a slow and lazy back and forth motion, perhaps keeping Baji happy and lightheaded would help their case.

“It’s not you—” After some delicious friction and pampering the raven-haired confessed, enjoying way too much the slow, gentle penetration, “there’s nothing inappropriate about you two, you’re perfect…” His hand wrapped around Mikey’s face to pull him into a sweet kiss, making sure their gazes melting in each other before going on. “I just want to protect her from everything and everyone, she’s precious to me- a feeble thing…” Your lips made an unconscious pout at that, “she’s innocent—” 

Mikey’s laughter interrupted him. “She’s already eighteen, she’s an adult… I assure you that she’s going to have sex soon—”

“I know!” Baji cut in, gruffly, “I know… but I am her big brotha, I have been protecting her since my mother married her father, you guys are more than six years older than her…”

“-More than six years of experience.” Draken corrected, “we would do better than a stranger.”

“Let it go,” Baji stated definitively, “you will have to settle with me.”

Mikey and Draken exchanged a glance, before saying in unison. “……Fine.”

A curt laugh followed and then twenty more minutes of taking turns with your stepbrother. Ramming into him like madmen, twisting and bending him as they dreamed to do with you. But what took your breath away the most was the contrast, all that rough manhandling vanished the moment they spooned Baji's exhausted form into a sweet cuddle… it was so intimate and personal the way they devotedly adored him, that you couldn’t help but moan longingly, immediately your hands muffled the noise, in time…. or so you thought.

Mikey and Draken worshiped Baji’s sleeping body with caresses, massaging the bruises out of his skin. 

“His skin looks so cute with all those bruises-” Mikey slurred words sounded awfully gentle.

“He’s exhausted, we should go.” 

The tall blond suggested, leaving a trail of smooches and kisses all along the curvature of his neck. Small signatures of gratitude after letting them leave him almost catatonic, so tired that he didn’t even notice you sneaking out of his closet towards the door.

It had been more than ten minutes since you had heard the front door of the house open and close, and you took it as your cue that Mikey and Draken were already gone.

Tipping your way out of Baji’s room, you closed the door delicately behind you and once you felt safe, you let out a long, heavy sigh—

“…. So, what do you think?”

Almost jumping out of your skin, you glanced timidly over your shoulder just to find your stepbrother’s perpetrators there, both leaning carefree against the wall, looking awfully smug, yet awfully expectant.

Your cheeks painted crimson at being discovered red handed, and your lips went dry, forcing you to lick them, movement that did not passed unnoticed by those blonde predators.

“D-Did you know I was there… the whole t-time?”

Both shrugged their shoulders, dismissively. They were not interested in that; both wanted to discuss a more important issue.

“You already heard your beloved brother’s opinion, but in the end it’s your decision, (Y/N).”

Mikey was the one who spoke now. Both ready to intercept you if you tried to run away, and also to let you do so if you wanted to, but something inside them told them otherwise.

“What you saw there,” Draken had to let you know, “is years of intimacy and trust… we’re not that rough…”

“I like rough.”

It slipped out of your lips without your permission, and you could notice the fire it lit in both blondes. A fire that spread uncontrollably, without hesitation, their fists clenched at their sides, and you noticed the real effort they were now making to not lunge at you, then and there…

“So…”

Mikey stressed, and you gulped hard.

“—So….I—”

➡️ NSFW ART of this drabble and mor of Tokyo rev 🥵

[alia-alia12]

𖧹Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto

𖧹smut

𖧹2.8k

𖧹mdni

𖧹cw: established relationship (gojo x reader), mmf threesome, oral (both rec), fingering, unprotected sex.

𖧹part 2 (coming soon)

when satoru brought up having a threesome you wouldn't say you were against the idea... you just weren't exactly sure you wanted to share your man with another girl, knowing that you can be both jealous and possessive.

"it'd be with suguru" he told you when you voiced your concerns to him. now that, that piqued your interests.

you were pretty familiar with satoru's best friend, suguru geto having spent time with the man on several occasions and you have to admit, he's attractive.

tall, dark and endlessly charismatic, with a voice that dripped like honey and you couldn’t help but imagine the way it sounds moaning your name when he’s drunk on your pussy and ready to burst.

"i didn't expect that" you admit, your cheeks heating up. "but..." you hesitated, the weight of his proposal sinking in. "are you sure? sharing me with him?"

satoru's gaze darkened, a smirk playing at his lips. "suguru and i share a lot of things babe. and trust me, you'll enjoy this just as much as we will"

his confidence was maddening. and the way he spoke—as though he'd already decided this was happening—made your pulse quicken.

the idea lingered in your mind over the next few days, no matter how hard you tried to push it aside. it wasn't just the thought of satoru's hands and lips on you that haunted your thoughts, no, it was the fact that it would be suguru's hands and lips on you as well.

would he be gentle or rough? would his voice drop into that low, sultry tone as he murmured sinful promises against your skin?

it didnt take long after you told satoru your answer for him to get everything arranged. he came to you the next day telling you that friday was the night it was happening.

friday— just two days away.

shit, that was sooner than you expected.

when geto stepped through the door friday evening, dressed in a dark button up that emphasized his broad shoulder and long legs, and gave you a small, genuine smile your nerves flew away.

"it's good to see you again" his voice was as smooth as ever when he greeted you, closing the distance in just a few steps. his scent hits you immediately and you cant help but inhale, letting it wrap around you like a blanket, warm and comforting.

you swallow hard, heart racing as satoru approaches you, his hand finding the small of your back. "she's been looking forward to this" he teased, his tone light but his touch grounding.

geto arched a brow, his gaze flicking from you to satoru and back. "is that so?" his voice dropped slightly, the weight of it settling over you. you didnt trust your voice at the moment, so you nod, your throat tight.

"don't be shy." satoru murmured, tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze. His smirk softened as his thumb brushed softly against your bottom lip. "we'll take care of you, won't we suguru?"

blue eyes flick over towards dark ones and the two share a look.

"of course" suguru replies easily, his voice like velvet. he moved closer, his presence commanding without being overwhelming. The air between the three of you seemed to crackle, charged with an energy that made your skin tingle.

satoru leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “relax, beautiful. let us make you feel good.”

before you could respond, his mouth claimed yours, his kiss firm and possessive. his hands slid down your back, pulling you closer until you were pressed against him. you barely had time to process the way his tongue teased against your bottom lip when you felt suguru’s fingers ghost along your arm, a featherlight touch that sent a shivers racing across your arm.

when satoru finally pulled back, his blue eyes blazing with desire, suguru stepped up. he cupped your face gently, his hands warm and steady as he studied you for a moment.

“you’re so sexy,” he said softly. then his lips met yours, his kiss a stark contrast to satoru’s— slow, deliberate, as though he was savoring the taste of you.

your hands found their way to suguru's chest, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his shirt. his heartbeat was steady beneath your touch, a calming rhythm that grounded you even as your body hummed with anticipation.

satoru's hands roamed, sliding under your shirt to trace the curve of your waist. his lips found the side of your neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin.

the combination of sensations was overwhelming— the feel of suguru's lips on yours and satoru's touch leaving you breathless.

"she tastes sweet, doesn't she?" satoru murmured against your skin, his voice low and teasing.

suguru hummed in agreement, you can feel the way his lips curl into a smile against yours. "very."

the heat in the room seemed to rise as their hands and mouths explored, their touches growing bolder. satoru tugged at your shirt, slipping it over your head in one swift motion, while suguru's fingers traced the line of your jaw, his dark eyes intense, filled with a lust you never expected to be directed at you.

"you okay?" suguru asked, his voice soft, his concern evident despite the intensity of the moment.

you nodded, your breath hitching. "i'm okay."

satoru grinned, his hands settling on your hips, chest pressed against your back. "good. let us take the lead, then"

their hands worked in tandem, slowly peeling away the remainder of your clothes until you were left bare under their hungry gazes. their hands moved with purpose.

satoru’s sliding down to your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, while suguru's traced the curve of your spine, his touch gentle yet firm. the changes in their breathing mirrored the growing intensity, the room filled with soft gasps, whispered words of filth and the loud thrumming of your heartbeat.

"maybe we should move this to the bedroom" suguru suggested, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, precum already beginning to leak from his tip and he palmed himself over the cloth. satoru hummed in agreement, the grip on your thighs tightening as he begins walking in the direction of the bedroom.

suguru pushes open the door, stepping inside first with satoru close on his heels. by the time they laid you back against the mattress, your body was buzzing with anticipation, every never ending alight. satoru's lips found your again, his kiss deep and consuming.

his hands find your waist, slowly moving up until he was cupping your chest, fingers ghosting over your pebbled nipples, while suguru's hands traveled up the expanse on your leg, gently massaging your calves as his hands continued inching up your leg, getting closer and closer to your throbbing core.

their hands worked in tandem, one set calloused and confident, the other smooth and deliberate, exploring every inch of you. you lost track of whose touch was whose, their movements so seamless that it felt like they were one, a perfect balance of dominance and tenderness.

"you're so sexy," geto murmured, his voice husky as he positioned himself between your spread legs, face just inches away from your cunt. you instinctively closed your legs, shying away from his burning gaze, not use to anyone but satoru seeing you like this.

suguru gave you a soft smile, his hands coming up to knead the soft skin of your thighs as he waits patiently for you to spread your legs again.

"you're in good hands" satoru teased, his tone playful but tinged with heat. "suguru is very good with his tongue" satoru murmurs against your neck, his breath on your neck as his mouth travels down to your chest, lips leaving open mouthed kisses in his wake.

your hips buck involuntarily, a whine slipping past your lips. your eyes flick to geto's in a pleading look, and he doesn't need to be told what to do.

he dives in. his tongue licking a long stripe from your fluttering hole to your clit, swollen and aching. he places a few kitten licks to your clit before he's taking it into this mouth and sucking on it with a precision that had your toes curling almost instantly. your back arches off the bed as satoru sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened nub.

"so sensitive" suguru murmurs when he pulls away for air— the way he says it is more like an afterthought. he goes right back to your pussy, using two of his fingers to spread your folds. his tongue pushes its way past your entrance as he fucks it in and out of you before moving back up to your clit.

your fingered desperately grip the sheets below you,

your breaths come out in uneven pants as suguru slowly pushes one of his thick fingers into your pussy, obsessed with the way your walls seem to swallow the digit.

"you taste incredible" suguru says lowly, his dark eyes flick up to meet yours, the arousal in his gaze sends another wave of heat through you. "i could stay here all night"

"who's the greedy one now" satoru snorts but suguru pays him no mind, instead going back to licking and sucking at your cunt with a hum of satisfaction.

the vibrations of the hum sending shockwaves though you that was almost too much to bear.

your hands find his long, black hair, clutching the strands as your body moves on its on, grinding your hips up against his face as your driven closer and closer to the edge.

satoru has abandoned your chest in favor of stripping himself of his clothes. he stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to where suguru is feasting on your pussy, his hand wrapped tightly around his dick, long and thick and already leaking pre.

"wanna taste you, toru" you whine, eyes never leaving his erection and fuck, do you wanna feel it on your lips, on your tongue, down your throat. suguru groans against you. he's so hard it's starting to hurt but he wont stop until you cum on his tongue and he's licked you clean. he pushes another finger into the tightness of your cunt, fucking them in and out of you as he stretches you out for his cock.

satoru moves to kneel besides you on the bed, his hand come up to trace the curve of your jaw as you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him firmly as you guide his tip towards your mouth.

your lips part instantly, tongue flicking out to lap at the precum dripping out of his slit. satoru lets out a soft moan, his head dropping back as you take his tip into your mouth, sucking on it like a sucker. his hand finds the back of your head, using it to guide you down further on his dick, inching it deeper into your mouth until he's hitting the back of your throat.

you breath through your nose, relaxing your throat as you quickly get use to the feeling of satoru's cock sitting heavily on your tongue. your movements grow bolder, more confident as you moved up and down, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

satoru groaned, the sound low and guttural, sending a burst of pleasure down to your core, walls squeezing tightly around suguru's fingers like a vice.

you pull away for air, hand twisting as you let your tongue trace along the vein that runs up the length in slow, deliberate strokes. satoru's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each gasp and groan and you lick and kiss and suck every inch of him. "so good” he whines, his voice hoarse. "so. fucking. good"

he thrusts himself down your throat, each word paired with roll of his hips as you struggle to breathe around the hardness in your mouth.

you and satoru cum at the same time.

your back arching off the bed as suguru's fingers fuck you through your orgasm, his tongue lapping at your clit. his hips sputtering as his cum, thick and sticky, shoots directly down your throat cause you to choke as you swallow it down.

suguru pulls away with a finally kiss to your sensitive clit, his fingers sliding out of your pussy with a quiet squelch.

his hands immediately drop down to undo the button of his jeans, sighing in relief when he finally pulls his aching cock out, stroking himself gently.

"i think suguru deserves some attention, don't you?" satoru questions and your eyes look up to find suguru with his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, moving up and down as he rubs his thumb along his swollen tip, an angry red and practically leaking precum.

the corner of his mouth lifted into a small, knowing smile. "only if she's ready" he said, his voice smooth and deep. your breath hitched at the questioning tone, you nodded. "i am," you said softly, the weight of his gaze leaving you breathless.

he moved closer to you, his hands cupping your face. then his lips were on yours, soft but insistent, drawing you into his warmth.

satoru shifted to your side, his hand trailing along your back as he murmured, "i'll just watch for now, i know the two of you will put on a very good show." his grin softened and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "but i'm not done with you yet,” he looks up at suguru, eyes darkened. “you either.”

suguru deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that left you quivering. his hands slid down your body, exploring every inch of you with a quiet confidence that made you feel both grounded and desired. he shifted you gently, guiding you backwards as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in their wake.

his body hovered over yours, his broad shoulders and strong frame enveloping you in a way that felt both protective and consuming. his dark eyes locked onto yours.

he positioned himself between your legs, guiding his tip to your pussy and dragging it up and down your slit. "ready?" he asks and you nod. "tell me if its too much."

the first push of his fat tip into your entrance stole your breath right from your lungs. the stretch burns so good and you can't help but moan loudly as suguru's cock stretches you to your limits, thicker than what you're use to.

the groan he lets out when he slides in deeper is low and guttural, his hands gripping your hips as he buries himself in to the hilt.

the first roll of his hips was slow and deliberate, wanting to see just how far he could push you before he really started to fuck you. he pulls out, leaving nothing but his tip inside before pushing right back in.

"shit—you feel so... fucking... good" he grunts out, voice thick with pleasure, each word punctuated with a slow, deep stroke as satoru's hand finds yours. the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making every stroke feel like a tidal wave crashing over you.

his pace quickens until he's pistoning in and out of you at a mind blowing pace. its all too much when satoru sneaks his hand between your bodies, letting his fingers find your puffy clit and rubbing messy circles.

your release built steadily, the intensity of suguru's thrusts paired with the strokes of satoru's fingers over your bundle of nerves driving you higher and higher. when you finally came undone, the force of it left you breathless, your body arching as your cried out loudly. suguru groaned, his own release following shortly after, his body tensing above you as he bottomed out, spilling himself deep inside of you.

for a moment, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the three of you tangled together in the aftermath. suguru pressed a soft kiss to your lips as his thumb brushed across your cheek. "you're so fucking perfect."

satoru grinned, his hands sliding along your sides as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "and we're still not done." he said, his tone playful yet laced with heat. "you've got two of us, after all."

[fourkisses]

i stare at the crash (it actually works) ✷

a cs55 written-smau series where . . .

carlos sainz signs with porsche after getting ditched by ferrari only to find himself in a heated rivalry with his teammate, the only female driver on the grid. oh, and did i mention she's also his ex-girlfriend?

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!porsche driver!reader

warnings: words. lots of words.

a/n: i may or may not have been missing in action for the past six months because of college (really deeply sorry for that.) anyhoo, here's part three. i hope u enjoy :)

ᯓ★ PART THREE: THE PROBLEM

Porsche F1 Headquarters | Monday, 01:38 PM

“You absolutely cannot race each other on the track from now on,” Reuben, Porsche's team principal, calmly announces.

You hung your head low, sinking lower on the couch. Carlos who is seated across you can only clench his jaw in response.

You two have been called in his office today after the debrief with the team. Everyone’s eyes were on you as you both walked outside the boardroom like two high school students who just got called into the principal’s office.

“If you two keep performing like this, then it would be greatly detrimental and dangerous not only to the team but to your safety as well.”

The tension in the room is manageable, but the embarrassment? Deafening. The guilty silence is so loud you think you’re in one of those mental torture rooms you keep seeing on the internet, with all the white walls and no windows. Then again, you thought to yourself after remembering all the stressful calls and negotiations done in this room, that yeah, it’s kind of like that.

“I’m sorry if I’m going over the line but I just have to ask this,” Reuben's voice snapping you back to reality, “but do you have some personal, err… how do I word this. . . grudges? Against each other?”

Instinctively, you look up to Carlos. His eyes meet yours. You both hold your gaze, determined to not lose this staring game. In the end, the Spaniard was the first one to break the contact. You both turn to the German who was sitting on his desk, answering his query at the same time.

“Sí.”

“No.”

Your gaze whips back to Carlos’ direction, glaring at him. Fucking hell. “No, Ru, we don’t.”

“Are you sure? You know I admire you both and I really believe in each one’s talent, but whenever you’re on track.. you just forget everyone else and the only competitor you see is each other.

“I get it that you both have a chance for the championship, but you know why Max is still the one leading?”

He looks at you, then at Carlos, before sighing. “It’s because you’re busy taking each other out instead of outperforming the other teams.”

Carlos comes to his own defense. “I’m not the one who always pushes their teammate off track when the race starts.”

You scoff. “It’s not my problem he keeps bottling his pole positions.”

“It’s because you keep pushing me off the track!”

“I don’t! You’re just stupid to not see that there’s no space left! It’s a fucking racetrack, not a public highway, so why would you squeeze yourself when there’s no spa–”

“Ay, come on! You always do that even in the middle of the race! Remember Imola? Yeah, and you didn’t even take penalty for that!”

“What, so you decide to shove me into the wall yesterday? Because of that?!”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it was an accident! It was in a corner and I’m trying to turn but then you try to overtake even though you can clearly see there was no spa—”

“We’re the only cars in that area! Don’t give me that no space shit!”

“So it’s okay if you use it to reason out but if I do it’s not?!”

“Oh mein gott, stop it, both of you!” says Reuben, his voice echoing throughout the whole room, interrupting you and Carlos in the middle of your. . . conversation.

“See? This is what I’m talking about! You two act like you’re a divorced couple fighting for your pet dog’s custody! And it’s worse on track! Did you ever review what happened yesterday?”

Of course you did—with Carlos, during the post-race debrief earlier. But what the team doesn’t realize is that no matter how many times they replay every moment from the race, they’ll never uncover the real reason it happened. Yesterday's issue wasn't on the track. It happened outside. In the the pit lane, specifically.

Pit Lane, Silverstone Circuit • Race Day | 07:39 AM

You've heard of stories about couples who work with each other.

Usually they don't end well, that's why people do not recommend doing so. Don't shit where you eat or something like that, as some would say. Something with blurring boundaries and the un-seperation of work from personal life or whatever.

But stories about ex-couples who work with each other? Rarely spoken of. Maybe it's because people usually avoid even just breathing the same air with the person they once went down for (figuratively and literally), so the chances of a fire burning the entire workplace is low. But the scarcity of information regarding the comedic potential of this absolute shitshow begs the question that half of the human population (okay, maybe less) gives a fuck about: How does it end?

Well, good thing you're here to tell your own first-hand experience.

You hear the squeaking of approaching footsteps against the floor. Not long after the sound comes to a stop as the owner of those footsteps arrive to stand beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder.

Carlos clears his throat. Despite and in spite of you not looking in his direction, you just know it's him. And despite and in spite of his presence, you continue bathing in your perpetual state of calm, keeping your gaze glued to the track in front of you.

“So,” he says, revving up a conversation. “You're gonna fly with the Ferrari boys the rest of the season?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Looks like it.”

“Max told me to invite you to fly with us sometimes.”

Really? You turn to face him but you see his eyes already staring at you in anticipation, waiting for a response. Talk about catching you off-guard. “Can I bring Lew?”

Now Carlos was the one caught off-guard. Why the fuck would you ask to bring Lewis?

In your defense, Lewis doesn't have that many close friends inside the track. You're just playing shepherd here, herding the sport's sheeps inside one pen so they can mingle with each other.

“Oh... uhm... I— he ... Max..” he starts to fumble, his eyes to the floor, to your side, up the sky, everywhere except meeting yours. He scratches the tip of his nose before replying.“Err, Max only mentioned you so.. I don't know if.. Lewis can, you know.. come.”

You cross your arms, turning your body back to the track in front of you. Welp. That was awkward. “Then tell Max I said thanks, but no thanks.”

Carlos' face contorted. So much for making amends, he thought.

“What's up with you and Lewis anyways? Are you two, like, you know, together?” he asks coolly, but deep inside he's dying to know. Keep it together, hijo de puta.

You're eyebrows knit in confusion. “What's with the questions?”

“Nothing! It's just that you two always hang out, you know... having your own little world and.. all that...” he trails off.

”And why does that concern you, Carlos? You're my teammate, not my boyfriend, remember?”

Carlos is taken aback by your blunt statement. The fuck? “So what if I'm not your boyfriend anymore? Dios mio, Y/N, maybe I'm asking because you're friends with the person who took my seat? And that you hate me? And we're fighting for the title? And only God knows what things you two are plotting against me?”

You swear to the heavens that if your jaw wasn't attached to your skull, it would've been on the floor already with all the blasphemy you just heard coming from his mouth. You turn to face him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Wow. Just. Wow. Up until now, he still doesn't trust you. After everything, he still doesn't trust you.

Carlos raises both of his arms. “I said what I said!”

You feel your blood boil, the ether of hatred for this man you once loved seething within you. You take a step forward, closing the gap between the two of you, all while never taking your gaze off his.

You look up at him, speaking with your voice low. “Carlos, have you ever heard of the phrase ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ ?”

Carlos chuckles. “What, you're gonna tell me that's your excuse as to why you're always with Lewis? Huh? You're keeping your enemies closer?”

Fucker.

“No, Carlos,” you replied with conviction. “Lewis is actually the first half of the quote.”

“Oh yeah?”

Instead of replying, you put your palm on his chest. He looks you in the eye and you hold his gaze. His eyebrows furrow. You speak again.

“The second half, mi amor, is why you and I are teammates.”

You tap him on his chest.

Then and there, the smug look on his face completely falters.

And then and there, you walk away.

How does it end? Truth is you really don't know. But how does it end up for you? Well, let me tell you something . . .

Porsche F1 Headquarters | Monday, 02:01 PM

Holy shit, you thought to yourself.

Reuben had already moved on and is now talking about plans for the summer break. You, however, are still stuck on a profound realization that just hit you after recalling what happened between you and Carlos before yesterday's race. An idea that you can't get out of your head. A reflection that resonated deeply. A thought that just won't stop haunting you.

. . . Are we the new Alpine?

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perhaps sub logan soft dom wade gently bullying him into loving himself - i’ve specifically had this idea of maybe incorrect safe word usage (stay with me here trust me hold on) from logan and wade is questioning it when he figures out it’s because he doesn’t feel like he deserves praise and then sappy pwfeelings commences

Tags: smut, dom/sub undertones, soft dom!Wade, incorret safe word usage, praise kink, bottom!logan, top!wade, anal sex, riding

Logan's been around for a long time. He's tried many different things in bed. Call him kinky or whatever. He doesn't mind trying new stuff.

But he wasn't really familiar with the concept of a safe word. He never used it, and neither did any of his partners in the past.

Honestly, if you're sleeping with Logan, it's really not likable you would want to put a stop to everything.

So when Wade brought it up in the middle of a make-out session, Logan kinda thought it was one of his jokes.

Their lips were glued together, and things were getting heated and more intense when Wade pulled away.

"So, just putting it out in the open- My safe word is chimichangas. Thought it'd be nice to share. What's yours, peanut?"

Logan just chuckles softly. "I don't have one, red."

"Whaaat? But it's important!"

"Is it, really?"

"Yes! That's why it has 'safe' in it. It's for safety."

"I could just say 'stop'..."

"What if you say 'stop' when you don't really want me to stop?"

"That'd be stupid."

"You're stupid, sometimes."

Logan glares knives at him.

"Come on, pleease? Be a good kitty and come up with one." Wade insists, and Logan feels his heart flutter at his words. He sighs, trying to think of something.

"Fuck, I don't know- Anything?"

"Yeah, it has no rules, just say the first thing that pops up in your head."

"Uhh- Yellow?"

"You're so not creative, peanut." Wade laughs.

"You said anything!"

"It's alright, pookie. I can be the creative one in this relationship, I'll hold that weight on my shoulders." Logan rolls his eyes.

"So, if you want me to stop at any time just say 'yellow', okay?" Wade asks with a grin.

"Fine, whatever."

"Anyway... where were we?" The merc smirks as he goes back to kissing Logan. He softly pushes him on the bed until Logan's back meets the mattress as Wade's over him.

Scarred hands slip under his shirt to pull it off. Wade throws it somewhere in the room and buries his head on Logan's chest.

"Gosh, love your titties." His voice is muffled against his skin.

"You gotta stop saying weird shit like that." Logan grunts, even though his heart was racing. Wade could hear it.

"And lose all my charm? No way." The merc grins before licking and nibbling Logan's nipple, earning a small groan from him.

"Wh- What charm?" He tries to give a sharp retort, but his voice comes out more desperate than planned.

"Such a hypocrite." Wade chuckles, his hand traveling down Logan's chest, stomach, and thighs until he palms and squeezes the obvious erection straining against jeans. "Your buddy seems to differ."

"Just shut up..." Logan moans, working on Wade's shirt and tossing it on the floor.

"You ask for too much-" Wade's interrupted when Logan crashed his mouth over his, kissing him hungrily and fast.

Logan groans between the kiss and invert their positions, pushing Wade on his back roughly and straddling his waist. "Shut. Up." He pulls away, correcting his posture and looking down at the merc under him that was sporting an awestruck expression.

"Oh, fuck..." Wade gasps at the sight of Logan straddling him, moaning when he moves his hips in a tantalizing roll, their bulges pressing together. Logan smirks as he watches Wade's chest heaving fast, shivering when the merc's hands hold his waist.

Logan removes both their pants and boxers, their skin in contact now when he rolls his hips again. Wade reaches for the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, handing it to Logan. He takes it and spreads the liquid over Wade's cock, stroking it up and down before he positioned it against his entrance, slowly sinking down.

"Oh, fucksweetmarveljesus-" Wade babbles under him, his eyes glued to where they're connecting. A loud whimper leaves his throat when Logan finally sinks all the way down with a groan.

He begins to move up and down in a steady rhythm, slow at first. Wade practically had starts in his eyes as he watches Logan riding him, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach.

"Fuck, peanut- You look soso pretty... God, why haven't we done it in this position before?" Wade speaks between moans. "I'd die happily after beholding such view... So hot, kitty."

Logan's face heat up and his cock throbs against his stomach at the praises, leaking pre-cum.

His heart flutters quickly in confusion. At the same time Wade's words light a fire within him, he also doesn't feel like he deserves them. For so long, people in his universe would barely bat an eye at him, even less desire him the way Wade does.

He never done this before. Everything with Wade seemed so new to him, and he still felt a little self-conscious about it. He wasn't really used to it. He received nothing in the last years but insults. And when Wade praises him, his circuits burst. The wires in his brain sparkling, his movements faltering.

"Need a little help, princess?" Wade smirks, his hands gripping Logan's ass cheeks as he guides him up and down, his hips thrusting upward. Logan's whimpers loudly as the pleasure intensifies, his hands at Wade's chest for support. "Fuck, feels so good- you're so good, baby."

"Wade-" Logan tries, his mind at a war of sensations. Wade's thrusts get faster, his hands strongly guiding Logan's hips up and down.

"Just like that. So gorgeous for me-"

Logan's heart seemed to be about to blow up.

It was too much.

"St- Yellow!"

Wade's movements immediately halt to a stop. Logan tries to catch his breath, hands still in the merc's chest.

"What's wrong, peanut?" Wade asks, trying to search Logan's face, but he was avoiding his eyes. "Did I do something you didn't like?"

Logan doesn't know how to respond. He barely knows what he's feeling. "No... Just... Stop talking..."

Wade tilts his head to the side, a bit puzzled. He could see the blush on Logan's features.

"I didn't say anything much... I just said you look pretty." Logan's cock twitches again at the words and he curses himself internally because Wade definitely noticed.

"Oh..." Wade chuckles. "I see." His hips resume to their previous movements, thrusting up into Logan, earning a surprised moan from his throat. "What, is kitty cat not used to being complimented? Oh, I'm definitely fixing that."

"W-Wade!" Logan whines, his face flushing more now that Wade reads into him.

The merc switches their positions for a second time, pressing Logan down on the bed. He thrusts slowly, hands gripping Logan thighs.

"It's all true. You do look so pretty." His hips move in a steady rhythm, slowly picking up the pace, bullying his way into Logan's hole. Logan whimpers loudly as each thrust hits his prostate, his heart racing. "Look so hot riding my cock, under me, on your knees, from the back... You look gorgeous in every angle, peanut. Wanna draw you naked, frame it and put it in the living room like a fucking renaissance painting."

"Wade..." Logan's moans grow more needy, the words slipping from the merc's mouth only pushing him closer, his face flushed deeply.

"Gonna make sure you know it. Gonna tell you every day. Shower you in praises the way you deserve, kitten." Wade's hand wrap around Logan's dripping cock, stroking him in rhythm with his thrusts, making his eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Fuck- Wade, I-"

"I know, baby. Be a good kitty and cum for me." Logan's back arches, his claws extending in a flash as he spills all over Wade's hand and his own stomach, his vision going black for a moment. He feels Wade's cock twitching before releasing inside him, their moans tangling.

As they catch their breaths, Wade presses his head against Logan's neck and pampers kisses all over his throat and shoulders, pouring all his affection into it.

"Did so good for me. Such a good kitty. You okay?" Wade whispers against his neck.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Logan smiles lazily, still lightheaded.

"I don't think you know how a safe word works, peanut. Next time you like something, just tell me." Wade chuckles.

"My bad, I panicked..." Logan chuckles too, sounding a bit embarrassed.

"You're so cute, Wolvie."

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bucktommy + 2. …goodnight

The stars hung above in the night sky, it was quiet, peaceful, a prefect night for a goodnight's sleep. Unfortunately, Buck was still awake, his eyes moving along with one of the ceiling fan blades as it slowly circled around. Last he checked his phone it was 2:43 in the morning. He wasn't sure as to why he couldn't get any shut eye, but his mind raced. Maybe it was the upcoming wedding, they still had so much to do in such a little amound of time. Maybe it wasn't so much that he had quite a bit on his plate, maybe it was the butterflies in his stomach flapping around with excitement that kept him up.

Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy a little tighter as Tommy peacefully rested on his chest. He sniffed in the teak wood shampoo that forever cemented it's self in Tommy's soft waves of hair. He still couldn't believe that it was happening, that they were actually getting married. It all felt as of it were a dream. It it was he wanted to stay there forever and ever.

There was a sudden shift in the air, Buck could feel Tommy’s body tense under his arms, his hands gripping Buck will a dull sense of pain from the hold Tommy had on Buck. He could feel the rise and fall of Tommy’s chest becoming quicker more erratic.

A nightmare.

They weren't often but it was distressing to witness none the less. First time Tommy had a nightmare with Buck in bed scared the living daylights out of him. He usually is able to sooth Tommy down but there were times it just didn't work. Buck went to work bring Tommy in a bit closer peppering kisses ontop of Tommy’s head rubbing his sweaty back.

“Tommy it's alright, I’m right here. It's just a nightmare hon’ you are safe and sound,” Buck softly whisper.

Tommy started mumbling incoherently into Buck's chest. He could feel his tears tarting to soak through his tee shirt.

“Tommy, baby, you're safe with me ok?”

His mumbling became louder, his chest heaving. Quickly, Tommy’s eyes snapped open, pushing himself away from Buck eyes darting around the room, wide with fear.

“Hey, hey,” Buck hesitantly reached out still not touching Tommy but aching to do so, “You are ok, you're home.”

“Home,” Tommy muttered. His breathing slowed, his body relaxing.

Buck always wondered what Tommy’s nightmares ever were, he wonders if Tommy wonders. Tommy never remembered his nightmares. It was rare for him to even remember peices of it, vauge ideas really. Buck shifted a little closer as Tommy's body relaxed piecing together he was safe in his own bed. The tears were becoming sluggish, less frequent. Buck finally reached out to place his hand on Tommy’s back, anchoring him to reality.

“It's been a while huh?” Buck tilted his head, rubbing circles on Tommy’s back. His still felt so warm to Buck’s touch.

“Yeah,” Tommy finally croaked, “Shit I am so sorry Evan.”

“Tommy, husband of mine, you never have to apologize to me. Ever.” Buck smiled reassuringly.

Tommy tilted his head towards Buck, eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “We aren't married yet.”

“Technicalities,” Buck gleamed “Besides you will be my husband in a couple of weeks, and I will be yours. Forever and ever.”

“Forever and ever,” Tommy sighed with a smile of fondness.

“Now I'm going to kiss those nightmares away.” Buck grabbed on to Tommy’s cheeks pulling him closer peppering kisses along Tommy’s face.

“Evan,” Tommy giggled.

Buck pulled himself away looking into Tommy's stormy eyes. He could stare into those eyes for as long as he was alive “There, no more nightmares.”

“No more nightmares.”

Buck leaned in for a soft gentle kiss taking as much of Tommy in as he could. He could feel the pads of Tommy’s fingers running through his curls as he kissed Buck back. He press his forehead against Tommy’s, “Goodnight, husband.”

Tommy huffed out a tender laugh, “Goodnight, husband.”

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Won them over | Luke Browning x Reader

pairing . . . luke browning x gf!reader

summary . . . When you visit your family gathering with your secret boyfriend, you never expected him to get along so well

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . my school is starting tomorrow so update schedule might stop a bit </3 i'll still be uploading but less often so yeah! also ignore the shit colour coordination on the moodboard

. . . Luke showing up at your family’s party wasn’t exactly part of the plan. Scratch that, your family didn’t even know you had a boyfriend.

You’d been holding off on telling them, because, well, you’d seen how they interrogated every single person your cousins brought around. And Luke? He was perfect, but he was also a racing driver, which you knew was going to ensue about a million questions.

The party was in full swing when you walked in with Luke trailing behind you. Your mom’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw him.

"Who’s this?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron, even though she wasn’t cooking. It was her nervous habit.

"Mom, this is Luke," you said, bracing yourself. "My boyfriend."

As if there was a record scratch, everyone within earshot turned to stare. Your dad’s jaw tightened, and your grandma’s eyebrows shot up so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline.

Luke, ever the charmer, extended his hand to your mom. "Mrs. (L/n), it’s really nice to meet you. Thanks for having me."

Your mom blinked, clearly not expecting the manners. "Uh, of course. Nice to meet you too, Luke."

But the interrogating started almost immediately. Your uncle cornered Luke by the drinks table, holding a beer like it was some kind of truth serum.

"So, you’re a race car driver? That’s… interesting," he said, his tone dripping with skepticism. "How’s that work as a career? Seems risky."

Luke smiled, completely unfazed. "It’s definitely not the typical job, but I love it. There’s a lot of strategy involved, and the teamwork is amazing. Plus, it taught me how to improve my focus."

Your uncle nodded slowly, like he wasn’t totally convinced but also couldn’t find a reason to argue.

Meanwhile, your grandma had Luke in her sights. She’d sat herself on the couch like the queen of the castle, and when Luke came over to introduce himself, she gave him the once over.

"A race car driver, huh?" she said, squinting at him. "How fast do you go?"

"Over 200 miles an hour sometimes," Luke replied, and your grandma’s jaw dropped.

"Lord have mercy. Do you have life insurance?"

Luke laughed. "Yes, maam. It’s part of the job."

By the time dinner rolled around, Luke was doing surprisingly well. He’d helped your mom carry a stack of plates, made your younger cousins laugh with a story about his first time driving a go kart, and even managed to get your dad to crack a smile.

But the ultimate test came when your grandpa, a man of few words but strong opinions, called Luke over to sit next to him.

"So, young man," your grandpa began, his voice gruff. "What’s your deal?"

You almost choked on your drink, but Luke didn’t even blink.

"Well, sir, I’m here because I really care about your granddaughter. She’s smart, funny, and honestly the best part of my life. I just want to make her happy."

Your grandpa stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "Good answer," he said gruffly, and that was that. Approval granted.

By the end of the night, your mom was packing up leftovers for Luke to take home, your cousins were begging him to come back for the next party, and your grandma was telling everyone he’d make a 'handsome groom someday'.

But of course, things couldn’t stay entirely smooth. After dinner, you and Luke snuck away to the back porch for a breather. The house was buzzing with your family’s chatter, and you needed a moment to yourselves.

"You’re handling this way better than I thought you would," you said, leaning against the railing.

Luke grinned, leaning in closer. "You doubted me?"

"Not exactly," you teased, "but they’re a lot to deal with."

"They’re great," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "But I do kinda miss having you all to myself."

His voice dropped just enough to make your cheeks flush. Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you; soft and sweet, the kind of kiss that made everything else fade away.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his hands found their way to your waist, holding you close. "I wasn’t kidding," he murmured. "Having you all to myself is the best part of any day."

You let out a soft laugh, your arms looping around his neck. "You’re ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," he replied, his grin widening. The way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world, made your heart skip a beat.

Before either of you could say more, he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one deeper and slower. The sounds of the party drifted into the background, replaced by the warmth of his touch and the way he made you feel like you were floating.

"You know they’re probably wondering where we are," you said, pulling back just enough to speak, though you didn’t make any effort to let go of him.

"Let them wonder," he said, his voice teasing but his eyes full of something softer. "I’m not done with you yet."

Luke leaned in, hand brushing your cheek, and before he could kiss you for the third time, you heard a voice interrupt you.

"Ewww!" the voice rang out, snapping you both back to reality. You turned to see your little cousins standing by the doorway, their faces a mix of shock and disgust.

"We’re telling!" one of them shouted, already turning to run back inside.

"Wait, wait!" Luke said, holding up his hands. "What if I make a deal with you?"

The kids paused, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What do you mean?”

"How about… another game of football after dinner?" Luke offered, and their eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Really," he promised. "But only if you keep this little moment a secret between us."

The kids huddled together, whispering furiously, before turning back with matching grins. "Deal!"

As they ran off, you turned to Luke, half amused, half exasperated. "Bribing kids now?"

He shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Whatever it takes to keep your family from eating me alive."

"You’re ridiculous," you said, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

When you both finally went back inside, it was like nothing had happened.

Your cousins were busy showing off their 'secret' knowledge to each other, your mom was arguing with your dad about which dessert to serve next, and your grandma was already asking Luke if he’d like to take home some leftovers.

"Well, that went better than expected," you said on the drive home, leaning your head on Luke’s shoulder.

He grinned, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh. "Told you I’d win them over."

And honestly? You weren’t even surprised. Luke could charm just about anyone, even your family.

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Bitter brews and Biting words

Chapter 4

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

It’s just another typical race weekend morning. The hotel breakfast area is bustling with energy—drivers, team members, and media personnel filling the space with the usual hum of conversation. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the savory aroma of sizzling bacon and the sweet smell of pastries. The buffet counter is lined with neatly arranged trays of scrambled eggs, golden toast, and bowls of fresh fruit. Some of the drivers, dressed casually but with that familiar professional edge, are already seated, digging into their meals while discussing track conditions, race strategies, and last-minute adjustments for the day ahead.

Charles, ever the morning person, sits in his usual spot near the center of the room, looking effortlessly energetic and upbeat. His hair is neatly styled, and there’s a faint gleam of excitement in his eyes as he listens intently to the chatter around him. He takes a sip of his coffee, enjoying the warmth, and engages in light conversation with some of the team members. His presence is calm and relaxed, like he’s mentally already gearing up for the race, but with no rush. The morning routine is his zone of comfort, and it’s clear he’s already in the swing of things.

The room has a gentle hum of conversation as everyone settles in for a busy day ahead, but the atmosphere shifts when the doors swing open. In walks Mark, and it’s immediately clear that something’s wrong. His usual confidence and carefree charm are nowhere to be found. Instead, his posture is tense, his shoulders squared in irritation, and his hair—a mess of disheveled curls—is proof that he’s had little time or care to fix it. His lips are pursed in a deep frown, and an angry pout tugs at his expression, making him look both irritated and undeniably attractive. Even in a mood like this, it’s impossible not to notice how he moves—there’s something magnetic about the way his frustration practically pulses around him.

He strides with purpose across the room, bypassing the tables of drivers and team members with a quick, almost aggressive pace. His eyes are narrowed as he heads straight for the coffee machine. Without so much as a glance at anyone, Mark mumbles under his breath, his irritation seeping into his words. "This day can go to hell," he mutters, his voice rough with a hint of exhaustion.

A team member—clearly trying to make the best of the morning—grins and calls out in a hopeful tone, "Hey, Mark! Looks like it’s gonna be a good day, huh?" They gesture to the window, where the sun is shining brightly outside. "The track looks perfect—"

Mark doesn’t even pause. His sharp eyes lock on the person, and his voice drips with sarcasm as he turns to them. "Oh, really? You think the sun’s out? Wow, you must be a fucking genius to notice that," he snaps, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Maybe you should be on the physics team, teaching them about light refraction or some shit."

The person recoils slightly, but instead of getting offended, they chuckle. This is the Mark they know—grumpy, sarcastic, but never personal. They’ve learned to roll with it. The insult is just his way of pushing through the frustration, not something to be taken seriously. Everyone in the room knows it’s just Mark being Mark.

Mark huffs and turns his attention to the coffee machine, which seems to be taking an eternity to brew. "Motherfucker," he mutters under his breath, staring down at the slow drip. "Why does this shit always take forever?" He taps his fingers impatiently against the counter, his irritation now fully directed at the machine.

Another team member, this one a little more timid but still friendly, takes a risk and tries to engage. "You sure you’re okay, Mark?" they ask with a half-smile. "I’ve never seen you quite this grumpy. You need a hand with that coffee machine?"

Mark doesn’t look at them, but his eyes flicker briefly in their direction. "Oh yeah, I’m doing just fantastic," he replies sarcastically, lifting the cup from the machine and slamming it down onto the counter. "Couldn’t be better. Just thrilled to be awake right now."

There’s a brief silence before Mark huffs and takes a sip of his coffee, but the tension in the air remains thick, like everyone’s waiting for him to snap or smile or do anything besides glare at the mug. A couple of team members exchange glances but say nothing. They’ve all seen Mark like this before, and they know it’s best to just let him stew until the storm passes.

Charles, however, has been watching this interaction from his spot at the other end of the room, his eyes flicking between Mark’s irritated state and the rest of the room’s concerned expressions. Charles is used to Mark’s moods—they come and go—but there’s something different about today. His own curiosity nudges him into action. He decides to break the silence.

"Come on, Mark," Charles says as he rises from his seat, his voice light and easy but with a hint of warmth. "You're gonna burn your mouth if you keep glaring at that coffee machine like it’s your worst enemy."

Mark doesn’t answer right away. His expression remains set in frustration, but there’s a slight twitch at the corner of his lips—just enough to suggest that Charles’ words have made some impact. Charles doesn’t press, instead taking a sip of his own coffee and continuing, his tone playful but gentle. "It’s just coffee, mate. No need to get personal with the machine."

Mark turns his head slowly to face him, the sharpness in his eyes beginning to dull just a bit. For a moment, he just looks at Charles, studying him, before his lips curl up into a reluctant smirk. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Mark mutters, but the edge has faded. "Maybe I’ll go burn the whole damn buffet next."

Charles laughs softly, feeling the tension between them loosen. "You’ve got to admit, your mood is contagious," he teases, leaning back against the counter, still smiling.

Mark chuckles, though it’s a sound tinged with a hint of exhaustion. "Don’t even start with that positive shit, Leclerc," he grumbles, but there’s no real heat behind the words.

At last, the storm seems to pass. Mark takes another sip of his coffee, this time more slowly, the frustrated energy dissipating like mist in the sun. He lets out a long sigh, leaning back against the counter as he finally relaxes a little, his eyes meeting Charles’. "Alright, alright," he mutters. "Maybe it’s not such a bad day."

Charles, always able to bring a sense of calm, smiles. "I knew you’d come around," he says with an easy grin, not missing a beat. "There’s hope for you yet. Anyways wanna get Icecream?"

Mark with the purest smile anyone can imagine "Yes, Of course!!"

The rest of the team, who had been waiting for this interaction to unfold, smiles quietly to themselves. With Charles’ light-hearted intervention, Mark’s mood seems to have shifted—at least for now. The rest of the morning continues, and though Mark’s grumpy aura still lingers a little, there’s an undeniable shift in the air. He may not be cheerful like always , but at least he’s not quite as grumpy as he was when he walked in.

(Dividers by @enchanthings-a & @omi-resources)

[hana-no-seiiki]

Do I live in an area with scorpions? No. Am I now terrified of scorpions in my bed? Absolutely

Casting spell of scorpion on all who read this.

[landonor]

reddit's compulsive need to put down lando in every single way is disgusting

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Somewhere, somewhere Michael Schumacher is smirking because in his soul he knows Fernando is carrying his legacy of being a cunt to the FIA and we love to see it <3

[sortanonymous]

I'm hesitant to say Parker Kligerman got robbed more than any other GWC race loser, but still, fuck NASCAR officiating so hard. It'd be dumb enough to wait until the final lap to flash the caution, but that's somehow less baffling than waiting 10 seconds until the fucking millisecond before the white flag to wave the yellow! Did they just want to rip Parker's heart out?

[pandagirl45]

Bucky: *standing with tony in front of a grave*

Tony: I can't believe even dead he killed the grass

Tony pursed his lips as he kicked the ground them. There was a thing about disrespecting the graves but thus one was open. His Nana would have his head, thrust that shiny blue eyed painted charm into his hands and pray to etna.

Something about that sounded more horrifying. A giant volcanic... nevermind. He is getting off topic... he glowered at the grave wondering how even dead Howard manage to wreck the grass.

Feeling Bucky hover in comforting waves of warmth, Tony sighed pulling out a wrapped paper, "I swear he got me in a paranoid, bruising grip." He opened the paper and sprinkled salt around the grave.

"I mean evil people tend to do that. Alexander got my mind gripped."

"Horrifying." Tony let out softly, crouching he flicked the dead leaves, "you think he is in hell or just wondering around the earth?"

"Best case scenario, hell, but the worse case," Bucky placed a gemstone in a small indented plaque, "he is staying stuck right here."

Tony stared at the grave site before locking hands with Bucky, fingers intertwining, "happy birthday you..." Tony blew out a thing of air, hands releasing the clenching, "I hate you, still." He went with the simplest, less volatility way he can say it, "See ya next year."

Bucky looked over his shoulders keeping Tony in front. He watched as the yawning maw of Howard yelled at them both. A transculecent shimmer pounded silently. Coal eyes burned red as they grew in distance.

The unheard words being, "ANTHONY"

[snekdood]

Idk why i expect charitability from ppl who probably listen to whatever their staple favorite left-leaning video essayists says about the Other Leftists they dont like and takes it to heart and doesnt form their own opinion with the information provided (or the information specifically and intentionally left out to make the person look the worst that they can) just kinda does whatever that persons says because Its Probably Correct

I mean, theyre "on the left" and uses all the words you like, nevermind what their intentions or long terms goals are or how thatd reasonably be practiced irl or if it'd actually hurt the general cause of progressives and make things even more divisive and worse bc they value being petty more than actually having any values.

[brainrotzora]

recent ffxiv livetweeting. spoilers through the end of arr patch quests btw.

[scrollypoly]

Ok, so with all these posts going around aboht election interference and calling for a recount, i wanted to find evidence that weren't twitter screenshots

Tl;dr - bomb threats yes, 3 fires at ballot boxes (1 had damaged ballots and theyre fixing it), 20 million unaccounted votes is FALSE, this shit takes time to count so be patient, cuz they are STILL COUNTING

Bomb threats at polling places:

This claim is legit, as well as the source being from russian email domains. No actual bombs were placed or set off.

Burning ballot boxes:

3 incidents of burning ballot boxes have been confirmed for this election in Portland, Oregon and one in Vancouver, Washington, both of which are suspected to be from the same individual. Republican and Democrat officials have spoken out against this, ballot boxes were guarded after the incidents started, and fire suppression systems inside the ballot boxes saved the majority of the ballots, except for one box where 488 ballots were damaged due to a malfunction of the fire suppression system.

Fires were also confirmed in Arizona by a man who apparently just wanted to be arrested and had no political motivations.

No fires were confirmed in Georgia, despite repeated claims that most of the fires were in Georgia. Georgia changed their election laws in 2021 in regards to absentee votes. Ballot boxes have been notably targetted for election conspiracy and mistrust. Take this into account when you see outcry about ballot boxes in any way.

Votes not being counted:

The screenshots im seeing particularly note California, which is the state with the largest amount of registered voters. California is also dealing with massive wildfires rn. Its gonna take a couple days, and the election isnt officially over yet. Calm down

20 million unaccounted votes:

Yall . . .

This shit takes time. Theyre not "throwing your ballots out" or "deliberately not counting votes". Be so for real

Some of this shit is valid, and should probably be known. Some of this shit is making yall sound like trumpers in 2020. Be smart. Have critical thinking.

If youre gonna reblog or comment with claims i better see credible evidence to back your claims up or youre getting blocked

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