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oml I love them sm😭😭💗💗

[undinoble]

POV you're Windmaster in female form approaching the generals of the south

funny fenqing prompt by doordaash on twitter!

Commissions open!

[dannyleclerc]

the most expressive i've ever seen oscar is in this years gtg videos- i love my pookie sm

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D/s au with a mix of drivers (F1 and MotoGP) where their dom has a family emergency and has to leave them before a race for a few days and some of them r really worried for her and some are just sobbing cause she's not there with them

OOOOHH Okay okay I've actually never even thought about this before and I kinda love this concept? It's so angsty but also so good. So I'm gonna discuss this concept with a few different drivers and riders and then I can always expand on some of these thoughts in another ask or discuss someone else, just let me know :))

I also made this happen during a race weekend or just before a race weekend, so that they didnt have the option to come with.

CHARLES:

Charles's first instinct is to go with you? In fact he doesn't even consider the option that you might be leaving him, because he's your sub? Of course he would go with you? But then you remind him that he has to leave the next day for a race weekend, so there's no way he can go with and he has to go to the race weekend by himself.

That's when Charles starts panicking, because no? No that's not an option? Of course he understands that you have a family emergency and you need to go, but he has to go with you. Because firstly, how could you handle the family emergency without your sub and secondly, how can he handle a race weekend without you?

He is an absolute mess that entire weekend, he crashes constantly, so much so that his team almost considers getting their reserve driver to race for him because it's genuinely dangerous. The moment the weekend is over, he flies straight to you, equal parts worried about you and upset from having to go through a race weekend without his dom.

MAX:

So I think for a very brief moment, Max would actually be angry with you? Because you always promised him that he would never have to go through a race weekend without you. You earned his trust by convincing him that you would never leave him, that you would always be there for him. And so when he finds out that you have to leave for a few days, there's a part of him that feels almost betrayed?

Almost immediately he feels terrible for that, and he feels terrible for it the entire time you're away. So much so that when you get back, he's actually a sobbing mess for that exact reason, apologising for not being more understanding about what you were going through and for only thinking about himself.

LANDO AND OSCAR:

So I think Lando and Oscar try to lean on each other the whole race weekend, seeking comfort in each other and cuddling together and trying their best to get through it. But they also try their best to down play how bad things really are?

Of course you keep in contact with them, calling and texting regularly and they both just act like they're doing okay. They both decide that you have too much to deal with and you can't also have to deal with your subs needing you, but the truth is that they cry themselves to sleep every night and are driving terribly and really really need their dom back.

LOGAN:

Logan, poor darling selfless Logan, immediately just feels terrible about the fact that he can't be there for you? He knows him not racing that weekend isnt even an option, so he has to go by himself while you handle your family emergency.

As much as he isnt looking forward to not having you with him at the race weekend, he's far more upset about the fact that you'll have to handle your family emergency without his support.

FABIO:

Fabio tries to put on a brave face, really he does. This lasts about 5 hours. And then he's calling you crying because his bike his shit and he needs his dom and he knows you're having a hard time and it's all just too much for your good boy.

It's the hardest race weekend he's ever had and he only gets through it because you instruct him to submit to Tom every night to stop him from dropping. He takes a red eye from the race straight to where you are and doesn't leave your side for the next month.

MARC:

I think Marc starts off okay, reassuring you that he'll be perfectly fine on his own and promising to send regular updates and that he'll take good care of himself. And for the first two days of the race weekend, that is true.

Until he crashes in qualifying on Saturday and doesn't have you there to look after him afterwards and he drops hard. He can't get out of it, no one can help. And it's so bad that you have to fly to the race weekend because they're actually considering hospitalising him because no one can help him and no one knows what to do.

You help him through it, and then he goes back to your home with you, in no place to race for the rest of the weekend.

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angy feng and qing mantous for @sequinhaze

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"sergio perez is out in Q3 once again." yeah bruh fork found in kitchen

[2istoomany]

[astrowaffles]

Love Does Much, Money Does Everything

General Audiences | banter, bickering | last one out for @fengqingaction

“You’re late,” Mu Qing greeted. He was leaning against the hood of his shiny new car and scowling disapprovingly at Feng Xin’s steaming coffee cup.

“So are you. You’re supposed to go inside, you know,” Feng Xin returned, moving to walk past.

“I’ve already been inside,” Mu Qing sneered. “We’re supposed to be setting out now."

“At least let me clock in first.”

Mu Qing shrugged. “Take your time. I could probably solve this by myself anyway.”

“Thanks for waiting,” said Feng Xin insincerely, already climbing into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.”

“Who put you in charge?” Mu Qing complained, sliding into the driver’s seat and turning the key. “But for once you’re right. Let’s go.”

They drove in tense silence, Feng Xin shuffling the debrief papers just for something to do.

“Are you gonna read those out?” Mu Qing asked.

“What, didn’t you wait to be briefed?” Feng Xin teased.

“Of course I waited!” Mu Qing yelled. “Don’t read the papers, then! I don’t care!”

“Oh, but since you asked so nicely…”

“No! I don’t want to hear it!”

OR: millionaire detective au!

“I hate him,” Feng Xin complained. The coffee shop queue inched forward; he shuffled along obediently, checking his watch. “And I’m gonna be late.”

“Well, we’ll both be late, then,” Xie Lian comforted, squinting at the menu. “Why do they put the menu behind the counter? By the time you can read it, it’s time to order!”

“You always get the same thing anyway,” Feng Xin reminded him. “At least if you’re late, that’s your only inconvenience of the day. My whole partner is an inconvenience.”

“Isn’t that a little unfair? He’s barely started work.”

“And he’s already fucking annoying!”

At the front of the line, someone dropped their coffee. Feng Xin groaned. “This is such a great start to the day,” he snarked, checking his watch again.

“You never know, maybe this is all the bad luck we’ll get,” Xie Lian suggested, still peering at the menu like an old man who forgot his glasses.

“Did you forget your glasses?”

“For the last time, I don’t need glasses!”

“Do you want me to read the menu out to you?”

“….Yes please.”

Feng Xin dutifully began reeling off the various combinations, knowing full well Xie Lian would end up ordering his usual with a sheepish grin and an ‘I couldn’t decide!’. Xie Lian listened attentively until he got to the front of the line.

“Your usual, sir?” the cashier asked, already tapping the order in.

“Please,” said Xie Lian, ignoring Feng Xin’s eyeroll.

“You’re late,” Mu Qing greeted. He was leaning against the hood of his shiny new car and scowling disapprovingly at Feng Xin’s steaming coffee cup.

“So are you. You’re supposed to go inside, you know,” Feng Xin returned, moving to walk right past his new partner.

“I’ve already been inside,” Mu Qing sneered. “We’re supposed to be setting out now.”

“At least let me clock in first.”

Mu Qing shrugged. “Take your time. I could probably solve this by myself anyway.”

Feng Xin rolled his eyes and continued into the office block, followed by Xie Lian. They swiped their cards; Xie Lian continued into their office, but after the mission’s debrief papers had been shoved into his hands, Feng Xin turned on his heel and went back to where Mu Qing was still stood against his car, surrounded his usual palpable air of sarcasm.

“Thanks for waiting,” said Feng Xin insincerely, already climbing into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.”

“Who put you in charge?” Mu Qing complained, sliding into the driver’s seat and turning the key. “But for once you’re right. Let’s go.”

They drove in silence; Mu Qing’s earpiece, which Feng Xin was still suspicious of, was talking to its owner at a volume too quiet for Feng Xin to understand, but he could make out the awkward rise and fall of a robotic voice. Did Mu Qing have a robot butler or something? It seemed like the kind of thing someone with too much money would have.

“Do you have a fuckin’ robot butler or something?” Feng Xin was not one to keep thoughts inside his own head for long.

“Kind of,” said Mu Qing, which was more civil than could really have been expected. He didn’t elaborate, though, so Feng Xin fell back into the tense silence, shuffling the debrief papers just for something to do.

“Are you gonna read those out?” Mu Qing asked.

“What, didn’t you wait to be briefed?” Feng Xin teased. From the look on Mu Qing’s face, he was fighting not to rise to the obvious bait.

It was a losing battle. “Of course I waited!” Mu Qing yelled. “Don’t read the papers! I don’t care!”

“Oh, but since you asked so nicely…”

“No! I don’t want to hear it!”

“No need for the attitude! I was trying to be civil!”

“You were not! Civil people don’t argue with coworkers for fun!”

“Who said this was fun?! I’m not having any fucking fun!”

“Then stop arguing!”

Silence again.

“….So where are we going?” Feng Xin asked.

“FOR GOD’S SAKE, READ THE PAPERS!”

Mu Qing stopped the car on a seemingly innocuous street; it was clean, busy and perfectly normal, as far as Feng Xin could tell. He scanned the sides of the buildings for suspicious alleyways or lurking people, but couldn’t see any.

“Did you read everything?” Mu Qing asked. He didn’t move to leave the car.

“Two street performers found to have been buying a dangerous drug, mescaline,” Feng Xin recited. “We are to investigate and arrest if necessary.”

Mu Qing nodded. “Well, off you go then.”

“Stop slacking off! You have to come with me!”

“I don’t see why.”

“Because it’s your fucking job!”

“Not at all. My job is to investigate. I’m sure you can find some street performers by yourself.”

“They aren’t even on this street! How am I supposed to find-“

Mu Qing’s earpiece interrupted Feng Xin’s tirade with a loud BEEEEEEP.

“They’re here now,” said Mu Qing. He leaned over to open Feng Xin’s door and started to push him out. “Go on then.”

“What- how do you- I don’t think- can you fucking stop-“

Mu Qing gave him one last shove, pushing Feng Xin out into the street. “Bring them back here, kay?”

Feng Xin glared at him. “Fuck you.”

“No thank you,” Mu Qing sniffed, and closed the car door again. The tinted windows prevented Feng Xin from seeing his partner’s expression, but he could imagine it.

It was irritating.

With a sigh, Feng Xin dusted himself off and started to look around again. Most of his original observations still held true; it was clean, busy, and absent of suspicious characters. The only difference was the two people setting up speakers by a big tree close to the centre of the widest part of the road. They weren’t particularly suspicious in themselves, and without the CCTV footage proving they’d bought the drug they probably would never have been truly suspected.

He stepped up to them with a smile, flashing his ID and trying to appear pleasant, despite the lingering irritation with Mu Qing.

“Good morning, my name is Feng Xin, and I’d just like to ask you two a few questions.”

It took a long time, following the drug’s trail through endless connections. From the street performers to their friends, through minor celebrities that played small bars downtown right into the model Isezaki. Luckily for him, Mu Qing had enough connections to get right to the bottom of it and clear him of the major blame.

“So who gets the blame, then?” asked Feng Xin impatiently.

“Gondawara Gumi,” said Mu Qing.

“The organized crime group?”

“No, they sell mayonnaise.”

“….Seriously?”

“No, idiot! They’re an organized crime group!”

Feng Xin shrugged. “You never joke, how was I supposed to know you were kidding?”

“This isn’t the place for humour,” Mu Qing sniffed.

“It’s not like you have any friends to joke with anywhere else.”

“I have friends!”

“And I’ve got twenty pet pigs in my backpack right now.” Feng Xin hadn’t anticipated how genuinely fun riling up such a stiff person could be. Mu Qing’s glares got fiercer every time he had to hold himself back from punching Feng Xin in the face, which just made Feng Xin want to push him further. 

"I will kill you," said Mu Qing.

"Not if I kill you first!"

"So...what are you trying, exactly?" Mita asked, trying to keep up with Feng Xin's long strides.

"I'm trying to infiltrate this fuckin' party," Feng Xin replied, scanning the list of floors in the elevator. "I think it's floor 84? Does that sound right?"

Mita, poor journalist that he was, simply followed along and tried not to get in the way. "Is it a party full of evil people?"

"Basically," Feng Xin agreed, and waited for the elevator doors to open. "Now look like you're meant to be here."

Mita attempted to straighten his tie while Feng Xin smoothed back his own hair. 

"Ready?"

"Ready."

They stepped out of the lift, confidently accepting drinks from the waiter on standby and beginning to circulate as best they could, being vague about their 'business plans' and their connection to Gondawara Gumi, the hosts of the banquet. 

"We're looking for the boss," Feng Xin whispered.

"What do we do when we find him?"

"Leave that to me." Feng Xin hoped he sounded confident. In reality, it was all he could do to find out where this party was being held, courtesy of Mu Qing's - girlfriend? Assistant? Who knew who she was, but she had infiltrated the group admirably and brought them back some sweet, sweet information. Well, she'd brought it back for Mu Qing. Feng Xin had just happened to be there at the time.

All he needed was some evidence, right? He could bring it back to HQ, show Mu Qing up for being useless, end the partnership, and get back to working with Xie Lian like he was supposed to.

"Is that him?" Mita hissed.

Feng Xin turned as inconspicuously as possibly, spotting a man surrounded by a large group of people, all of whom were listening to him talk with a strange kind of tense reverence. "Uh. Probably."

They crept closer. Feng Xin started trying to spot gaps in the crowd where he could squeeze in. They gathered some strange looks from the rest of the man's 'audience'; it could have been because the crowd didn't recognise them, or it could have been because the crowd hated being pushed around as Feng Xin fought for a space to listen to the mob boss speak. He seemed to be ranting about the economy? 

"If he's anything like my dad, he'll be at it for hours," Mita whispered. Feng Xin nodded, and started to creep forward and around until he was practically stood by the boss's left side.

"AND THEN, they said I had to pay 20% of it in taxes!" the boss hollered. The audience booed; Feng Xin used the cover to sneak closer and grab what looked like a phone from the table next to the (admittedly zoned-out-looking) security guard. He slipped it into his pocket and snuck back into the crowd.

"I think I got it," he celebrated. "Let's go before-" The rest of his sentence got cut off by a strong hand grabbing his bicep. "What-"

"Get a move on," Mu Qing hissed in his ear. "We've got to go."

"Why the fuck-"

"Let's go, idiot, we haven't got all day!" Mu Qing started to drag Feng Xin away, Mita on their heels looking anxious. 

"Why do we have to go?" Feng Xin managed, staring in wonder at Mu Qing's arms. They just looked like twigs to him, but apparently they had more muscle than originally advertised.

"You're messing up my plan," Mu Qing said. 

"Last time I checked, you didn't have a plan!"

"You didn't check, moron. You just went for it." Mu Qing had succeeded at yanking Feng Xin almost the entire way back to the elevator, smiling and nodding at anyone who looked a little concerned.

"This isn't very subtle," Feng Xin noted, attempting to turn back around and walk into the party again.

"It's too late for that, you absolute fucking dumbass," Mu Qing said - and before Feng Xin could tease him for picking up the bad language, Mu Qing swept an arm under his legs and carried him into the elevator.

"WHAT THE FUCK," Feng Xin yelled.

"Shut up," Mu Qing told him. "I didn't want to do it either. It's your fault for coming here."

"How is it my fault that you decided-"

"This is my building now," Mu Qing interrupted. When the elevator doors opened, he stepped in and immediately dropped Feng Xin. 

"So what?" Feng Xin snarked, rubbing his tailbone as he stood up. "And that fucking hurt."

"It was meant to, genius." Mu Qing tapped his earpiece. "Have it on standby," he told it, but didn't elaborate, even at Feng Xin's curious eyebrow raise. "And you," he added, turning to Feng Xin. "Stop doing stuff by yourself."

It was only when they'd exited that Feng Xin realised why he and Mita had been evacuated so quickly; after buying the building, Mu Qing had it flooded with sleeping gas.

"I would've been out for the count," Feng Xin realised.

"You never know. Your skull might be so thick it the gas wouldn't get to you."

Feng Xin glared at him. "What is your fucking problem?"

"His name is Feng Xin, he's twenty something years old-"

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW OLD I AM?!"

"Why would I? We won't even be working together after this, thank god."

"Thank god," said Feng Xin, for once in agreement -

but it will not surprise you, dear reader, to know that they kept working together - and upon reaching this discovery, they punched each other's lights out.

[muqingmeowmeow]

Happy FQMonth!!!!

Day 4: Sun/Moon

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[brownlupine]

Some updates on the diorama WiP for the new FQ comic written and drawn by 2istoomany on Twitter.

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Jazmine Miyake-Mugler

Category: FQ Realness

23rd Annual Midwest Awards Ball

Shot by me

[noofyy]

ياناس أحبه والمحبه مقادير

هذا هوى نفسي وهذا قدرها

والحب ماله ياهل الحب تفسير

قلبين والله بالمحبه أمرها

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第一次处处夫妻，结识有素质有颜值有趣的夫妻情侣交友结伴旅游qq：54772357

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KINKTOBER DAY 9: 24/7 DYNAMIC [FABIO QUARTARARO X READER]

NOTE: This is an NSFW fic with sub!Fabio and dom!reader. If you're under 18 or uninterested in this, then scroll past. Alternatively, if you like what you read here, check out the rest of my blog :))

This fic is part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different motorsport person with a different kinky thought, and that thought will be discussed more through answering asks on my blog. So if you read this and have some thoughts of your own, feel free to stop by!

Fabio absolutely thrives when he can do 24/7 dynamics with you, when he can just exist with you in a subby headspace for days at a time, focusing only on being a good boy and listening to you. He thrives on praise and love and when you give that to him, he's as happy as can be.

This is by far his favourite way to spend time between races, because it allows him to train and prep for races without getting stuck in his own head? Before you, Fabio had a bad habit of overtraining and getting lost in the pressure and trying to better his riding to the point of exhaustion during races. He just... he wanted to be good enough.

But now his training is worked into 24/7 days with you. His trainer and riding coach give him his clear schedule and diet for the period, and fabio hands it right over to you. He doesn't make his own schedule or decide when he rests or decide when he trains or what he eats. That's for you to decide. His only job is to be a good boy.

His trainer is a little confused when suddenly he's told he has to speak to you about when fabio will be training instead of with fabio himself, but then he meets fabio for the first one of those sessions and he's so so much happier? He's so settled and pleased and does so well and from there none of his trainers question you at all because it's clear that whatever you're doing is making fabio very happy.

He gets all giddy and excited for days leading up to when he knows he'll have some 24/7 days with you, because he's so excited!! The poor thing has had such a stressful season, trying so so hard to be good and failing time and time again because the Yamaha is just not good enough to allow him to succeed.

Which is why having longer 24/7 dynamic periods are so important this year in particular, because he desperately needs some section of his life where he's still good? He needs to do well, needs feel good in something.

And there is nothing that makes him feel better than when you kiss him softly and call him a good boy.

The moment he gets home, he's dropping his bags onto the floor and throwing himself in your arms. You have to catch him or else you'll both go toppling down onto the floor. And so you immediately have a very happy fabio in your arms, giggling and clinging to you and pressing kisses to your neck because he's so excited!! A whole week of no thoughts!! He's so ready!!!

You gently part from him, welcoming him home and giving him a nice kiss before instructing him to unpack all his bags. You sit on the bed and watch him while he does this, because you know he loves having your eyes on him. He's so happy, smiling to himself as he unpacks even though he usually hates unpacking because you told him to! He's listening to you! He's being a good boy!!

Once that's all done, you praise him for being so good and take him to the bathroom to shower together. Needless to say, he starts to get hard cause he's showering with his dom!! You wait until after the shower to give him some relief, giving him a soft hand job while he sits between your legs and whines directly into your ear.

The rest of the week follows the same pattern, with fabio just listening to whatever you tell him to do. He gets fucked so hard he can't remember his own name every night, and then wakes up to breakfast and goes throughout his day just following you.

By the end of the week he's like a whole new person, so much more certain of his own abilities and feeling so much better about himself because he's a good boy! He's your good boy.