#im sat. 🪑

[supercutts]

          she  weaves  her  way  through  the  crowd  of  drunken  twenty  -  somethings,  mostly  undetectable,  but  definitely  raising  a  few  eyebrows.  specifically  of  those  who  know  quinn  isn't  supposed  to  be  here,  and  they  eye  her  with  anticipation  for  more  drama  to  come.  and  it  does.    ❛  nice  party,  ❜    are  the  first  words  to  leave  her  lips  as  she  approaches  her  '  friend.  '    ❛  can't  believe  i  almost  missed  it.  my  invite  must've  gotten  lost  in  the  mail.  ❜ @angclnumber

[vincinnamontoast]

HIII OMG IDK IF UR TAKING REQUESTS (OR IF THIS COUNTS AS ONE??) BUT I CANT WAIT FOR ANY OF YOUR VI FICS 🙏 LIKE OK IM SAT 🪑 YOURE GONNA SLAY!!

sweet consumption ꒰ა♡໒꒱

goddess vi! x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS: honestly not really much of a plot besides vi and reader being in love and obsessed with each other.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

CONTAINS: smut!, cannibalism as a form of expression, consensual choking, mentions of blood and slight violent actions, religious overtones. p.s I always try to keep clothing and reader’s physical descriptions out of my stories, so readers can resonate with it more. but for this story, reader wears a dress. kind of proofread ? act 3 vi!

AUTHORS NOTE: ^^ omg thank you so much love <3! you’re so sweet, that does mean sm! MINORS/MEN DNI PLS!!

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the soft piano traveled throughout the corridors as you sat toying with the edge of your silky, sage dress - eagerly waiting for your presence to be requested. the smooth, dark marble beneath your feet caught your attention. you swore it swirled in little patterns right before your eyes. the walls of her quarters were coated with various meaningful art pieces and the pillars stood tall where beautiful women were chiseled into the top and bottom. her love and respect for women —for her community, was so admirable. before your mind could wander farther, you were interrupted.

“our goddess, violet, requests you.” a fellow angel proclaims as they seep into your view.

'our goddess?' your mind repeats. It was true. she was a goddess of the people and of the angels. she portrayed that in the most genuine way. however, you still couldn't fight the slight nerve to be a bit possessive. you nodded and smiled to the woman dressed in a silky emerald gown, their wings slightly curled around their hips. taking a deep yet staggered breath, you walk down the corridor that lead to violet's chamber. soon enough, you stood before her arched door. It was vast and encased in fuschia and black jewels. gems and crystals in their purest form blended perfectly above, as gold curled around the edges of the large door frame. before you could even bring your fist up to grab at her door chime, it swings open gently. she sensed you.

It was dark in her chambers. your eyes waited to adjust to it as the fireplace was the only source of light. the soft gothic piano contrasted the crackling of the fireplace. this genre of piano soothed vi’s nerves. your eyes averted as slight movement was caught in your peripheral. and then...you are met with her. she stood right before her large windowsill - it portraying a perfect view of the nightlife that was her domain and the beautiful river encompassing it. she was beyond alluring, truly. words could not describe violet's beauty. for she was the prettiest and the strongest goddess there was. the handsomest soldier that would ever fight on the battle field.

her pinkish red hair peppered with streaks of black, like fire and ash, rested over her right side. her blue eyes like stained glass that always outed her every emotion never failed to capture you. her freckles kissed upon her nose and cheeks like a field of wildflowers in april. oh how cute she was when she scrunched her nose when upset or angry. violet was revered in her looks by the other celestial beings, but they doubted her ideals. violet. sweet violet. her heart so gentle but her face stern. she stood for peace—for equality. but she tended to get too passionate in protecting others and standing for what she believed in. the other goddess's teased her about her name. vi for violence. some pretty butch brute with too much power they'd say. she wished they'd respect her name. and how you wished they would know her. violet. sweet violet. vi.

“you're staring again. hmmm and nor did you acknowledge me when you came into my quarters." she pouts, inching closer to your still being. her hips swayed gently as she walked down the little steps, fists at her side. so ready to protect, like she always was. her beauty put you in a trance as your eyes adjust to the glow of her bronzed freckled skin.

"I'm sorry, my love. It's darker in here than usual." the words jumbled out nervously as the luminescence of her eyes consumed you.

she gently drug her fingertips against the apple of your cheeks. "mmm I am in a mood of sorts today. what do you have for me, beautiful?"

your words caught in your throat and your body shivered. angel's were only allowed to see their goddess' once a month to report to them. you were violet's trusted designated angel that gave her updates of information that she needed to rule her domain, so naturally you saw her a bit more often. the lack of her presence made your yearning beyond intense. the only angel and being that vi had ever touched and she made that clear constantly. but why were you so special? you doubt you'd ever ask. to even be breathing the same air as her was a blessing so you never dare question her.

"I brought all angel reports for last month as well as letters from the goddess's. they seem to have important news to share with you." you nodded, too nervous to glance into her eyes. she loved how nervous she made you.

"so obedient, my sweet girl. I will have to get to it all later." she curls her fingers under your chin. "come.”

she steps away from you to sit on her velvet claudette chaise lounge. she gazes at you intently - waiting. her eyes were warning you as she was often impatient. you walk towards her gently on the tip of your toes. you could never seem to get used to her intensity. she just stares at you often. it's a bit creepy, but you know she is just curious and expressive. reading vi through her eyes was easy for you. she was intrigued.

you kneeled before her as her leg peers out from the slit in her grey throw over dress. she nudges it out to you gently as invitation for you to touch her. as they open, it exposes a delicious amount of her skin that you wanted to just devour. slowly, you bring your hands to glide up her leg. her soft skin feels electric and you swear every muscle in your body relaxed after you touched her. closing your eyes, you nudge your cheek into her skin. you locked eyes as you kiss up her leg, lifting yourself to make your pecks to the inside of her thigh. the feeling of her smooth creamy skin was enticing, the smell of her. vanilla, musk, firewood —brown sugar. the way she was lent back, looking down at you with her legs spread wide was so seductive and sensuous. her arm hung over the couch and the other gently grazed your hair as you nipped at her inner thigh. she had stretch marks on her hips and a bit on her inner thigh. you kissed at them gently. the soft chuckle she let out made your ears ring. goodness. she made you weak.

your breathing got heavier as you inched closer between her dress and to her core. your fingers snake through and move it aside. no underwear. looking up at her, she slightly smiles and blushes. "I was waiting for you — I always do." she breathes out like a whisper.

your cheeks turn a fiery shade of pink. you were then blessed with the sight of her beautiful flower. the heat and scent of her core was close to sending you into a frenzy. tufts of pink hair and puffy lips. you were addicted to her. to her taste. your mouth started to salivate. she bit at her lip and opened her legs wide as if inviting you to enjoy her delicacy. your arms curled around her thick thighs as you grip the soft skin. you press your lips to her clit and suckle. like sweet butter, she melts in your mouth. the sweet but salty taste of her made your toes curl. she was glowing. she threw her head back and her hair flowed over the soft velvet couch. gentle wisps of her hair danced over her lips from her desperate panting. she lets out a gentle moan and entangled her fingers writhin your hair. the feeling of her pussy tangled around your tongue was enough to send you into psychosis. you dug your face into her gently as you could not seem to get close enough. curling and twisting your tongue around her, she panted and whimpered little praises.

her moans increasingly got louder. she was always so vocal. and to say you loved it was an understatement. soft as a harp, her moans flowed through your ears like a gentle river. like a song that soothed your soul. shoving your face into her cunt, your mission was to devour. the feeling of her on your tongue — on your finger tips. her moans, her voice. you were made for her, to please her. to give her the love that she deserved as your goddess. she was under appreciated. you are so deep in thought you failed to realize how tight your grip had become on her shaking thighs. she was overstimulated, yelping and arching her back. she attempted to gently move you. pulling away from her gasp, you muster out, “my goddess. please forgive me. I got carried away. I-“

gripping your cheeks softly, she shoved you back on your knees. her face followed yours closely. "oh how i missed you." she growled.

hearts swam in your eyes. drool and her sweet slick coated your lips and the area surrounding. you look dumbed out. her body was a drug. she was your drug. sweet violet. without the hold she had on your face, you'd fall. she licked at your throat as her calloused fingertips drug your dress down your body. she softly grazed her tongue over the edge of her teeth. she gripped your hips and drug her hands all over your body. the need she had for you was insatiable. untamed, disgusting, and full of teeth. she would kill and stain her hands with blood of the innocent for you. and that was a lot to put down as a goddess for her people. but the way she needed you was vile. the yearn she had for you made her sick. sick and rotted with desire. need. you. a mere angel. nothing compared to her. oh but you were.

her lips captured yours quickly. immediately her tongue swallows yours. her lips were succulent like ripe grapes. to kiss vi was to be refreshed, replenished. revived. crawling down to your level, on the floor, she kneeled with you. not once did she slow her pace and stop the movement of her lips on yours. a kiss was the beginning to her cannabilism. she was kneeling with you. someone as gorgeous and high being as her sat on the dirty floor tangled in front of you. your saliva mixing and tainting her own. she didn't care. your differences didn't make her ill. she was a goddess who could love who she pleased, but she could tell this made you uneasy.

"my love. the floor." you pulled away from the kiss, gently cupping her flushed freckled cheeks. her eyes shone such a radiant blue. she was content.

"I am not above sitting on a dirty floor. I've been in worse. and for you — I would lick the filth from your skin with the blade of my tongue." she whispered, licking the shell of your ear. her cool breath sent shivers down your spine and your heart sunk.

both of her hands held your cheeks, as she curled her tongue over your lips. she pecks them gently and then again, glides her tongue over the plump of your lips. your mouth slightly parted with the pressure and need for her mouth on yours. before you could give into her kiss, she pulls away swiftly. nodding her head in the direction of her sleeping quarters. "on the bed."

you sway your naked body away from her, making your way to her giant canopy. sitting on the edge of the bed, you softly grip her black silky sheets. vi sashays towards the edge where you were and pushes you softly into the middle. standing tall, she drops her dress off of her shoulder. all you could do was stare at her awe. her biceps tensed slightly with her breathing. her subtle abs shone in the light covered in minimal sweat. her tits sat perfectly and exposed. her collar bone, sharp and tempting. the scars painted on her body. her pussy on display and so enticing. again. you could happily die between her legs. everything she did had your pussy melting and pulsating. she crawls towards you and kisses up your body slowly. not breaking eye contact once. she drags her canines against your calf and presses gently, making her way up to your lips.

she’s perfectly above you now, stopping at your face. your eyes are captured in hers and you can’t look away. you smacked your lips onto hers and she burst into a giggle as you peck her lips over and over. pulling away, you let her catch her breath and rub your fingers against her face. you press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, the apple of her cheeks, her eyelids, chin, and then her lips again. then you kiss her hands again, and again, and again. she didn’t like her hands. you knew that. but every sliver of her was perfect to you. she presses her forehead to yours as she gnaws at her lip.

"I want to feel you. to let go with you.”

before you can process a single thought, she eagerly parts your legs wide and squats herself above your cunt. you can feel everything. like her soul and her bones were intertwining with yours. her pussy slid against yours. gripping your legs, she quickens her pace. every touch of her hands on your skin sent your body into shivers. you craved her. you wanted vi to use her calisoused fingers to pry your ribs open and lick your heart and your bones. to live inside of you to protect herself. to connect your organs and become one. to be loved by vi was to be consumed by her. you’re snatched back into reality at the loud sounds of the both of your moans blending together like symphony. she gripped at you like she could not live without her claws and bare teeth sunken into your skin. you chant her name like a prayer, her eyes rolling into her head as all she can think about is you. the sound of you. your skin. your flesh. you. she attempted to cage you in so you couldn't move away from her.

"oh baby i know." she groans into your ear as you whimper closer to your release.

the primal desire for you was unquenchable. she can feel you pulsating against her, she knew you were close. so was she. her right hand tangles around your throat as she begins to squeeze. your eyes rolled so far into your head and all circulation began to cut off. and by the goddess's near, this was the most amazing feeling. to die by violet’s hands. the way she is touching you and staring into your soul. it wasn’t pain. it felt like freedom.

"you belong to me, say it. please." her eyes turn soft and tear up. they were like a gentle void, a void of so much emotion. your vision started to turn white and you could only feel her engulfing you. your orgasms overtaking the both of you like wildfire. you could feel the electricity from her fingertips coursing through your veins and your blood. she loosens her grip as you gasp for air. every touch of hers on your body like a cold breeze. the beautiful pit that was her eyes enveloped you. you both stare at each other in a pant.

"we are all yours, vi." you giggle, referring to the angels and her terrain. gently, she collapses on your chest. you graze your fingers against her back, tracing her tattoos.

she hums, "mmm but they are not." she looks up at you, curling your hair between her fingers. "you are. and for you, i am my rawest form. the yearn I have for you is too much. It hurts." she pauses, and takes a deep breath. "I hate when you walk out that door."

her eyes are entangled in yours. the other celestial’s would say that the love between an angel and a goddess was unruly and dangerous. that didn't matter to you. nor did it matter to vi. they don't know what it was like to kneel at her alter. to be loved and wanted by her. they have not heard her gentle giggles and murmurs throughout every kiss. they haven’t seen her wide set grin and the smile lines surrounding her heart shaped lips. nor have they tasted her divine fruit. they haven't gazed into her eyes and seen right through her heart. to be loved by vi was to be consumed by her.

“my love and loyalty has always lied with you, my sweet violet.” and into her lips, you collide. underneath the fiery touch of vi’s fingertips, you become poetry.

AUTHORS NOTE: ugh yes…cannibalism as symbolism for lesbian love and obsession again>>> of course, it’s literally my favorite and if you get it, you get it :3 anyways, caitvi scene made me scream as hell. everything made me scream and cry omfg. so many thoughts. If you’re reading this, have a great day, night or evening! mwuahhh <33 hope you liked !

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

He has chronic pretty boy syndrome and it’s killing us all /silly

NY he’s just pretty like that

He just look at him!

[spencer-reids-fbivest]

Sit Down…. IM SAT🫡🪑

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

homegirl 😃😃 i have been in your ask box before and i shall be here again to inform you once again that i LOVE (❤️!) your githhhw verse SO MUCH 🤩 however ☝️ this time i come with further comments;

may we or may we not have a small 🤏 snoop of any works you have for these guys 🥺🎀 (i might have been trawling through your blog like no ones business. perchance 😼)

also i was listening to fall out boy my beloved (😌❤️) today (save rock and roll) and i thought Just One Yesterday was SO 🗣️ FITTING 🗣️ for these two in this verse (especially the second installment 😃) if you think of it from landos perspective 🥸 (except these guys have a secret softaroundtheedgesness that i dont think it captures perfectly in favour of a slightly more toxic or malicious type of vibe (🫢) that these guys lean away from because they are major softies really (🤭🩷) but still that is all easily ignorable if you dont deep it 🎀). im not lying to you when i say that your writing (😚!) rather often finds a way into my head when i am going about my regular activities (jammin out to music 🎧���). i feel like i have so much more to say about the lyrics specifically but this is getting kind of long. i dont think ive ever been such a yapper 🗣️➡️👤

for a more recent post of yours about the reception to events in Whats God to a Non Beliver i have to say brother 🥺 i was kind of (?) a tiny 🤏 smidge confused about what exactly was going on individually for each person (despite doing my best to understand and infer 😔) when it got to the scene where oscar safewords (in terms of finding their hidden thought processes and subsequent motivations for doing specific things sliiiightly hard to follow during that particular part of it 🧠) but honestly mate you are suffering from success‼️(making your characters TOO complex and 3 dimensional 😃)

also ☝️ for one of the new fics you said you were writing for them (😶‍🌫️) where oscar is kind of dominant i was just wondering about how that kind of dynamic came about with these two ✌️ since you said 'lando often feels out of control, and likes to use his dominance as a way to feel more in control' and vice versa for oscar (feel like a major creep for literally quoting one of your posts 🫣 i promise im chill and normal please 😭) so i was wondering were there any changes (sudden or over time) in their lives (or careers ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 🏎️🏎️) that would reflect into their relationship to cause this kind of shift of dynamic from such extreme (or distinct) sides of their dom sub thing to one thats more blurred like you detailed 🤗

also i saw in your wips list I Hope It Eats Your Soul (I Hope You Choke) age diff landoscar my dearest ‼️i was in your ask box before about it (i will just say that there is a rather large deficit of this kind of fic for these two specifically so i have had to be thinking thoughts about it instead of reading (shout out take it offline❗😃)) and 🥺🥺 any more updates on my love ❤️🥺 just a tad snippet 🤏🥺 if you please 🤲🙏

also ☝️😁 in a few of your posts (and We Can Do This Shit Forever If Its Lust Yeah i think ?) you mentioned the possibility of lando getting oscar into or keeping him in subspace by taking care of him 🥹 (intentionally for a scene or in everyday situations both of which i think would be really interesting to read 🤭) (or even in public as well 😳🫢) so is there any possibility that you would write a fic or a snippet focused on this (whether sexual or non sexual) ? maybe ? 🥹🙏

oh my goood okay this ask has definitely gotten away from me but. no regrets. 🗣️🗣️

literal 18 year old using her english lit skills to analyse pron and someones blog 🫡 under my grandmothers roof 🫥 what have i become 🫣🤭

please i am begging on my knees 🧎🧎for funds just a crumb of fic please. 7k words of build up? im sat for every single one. 🪑🪑

also istg if i get a proper long reply to this you better not apologise about it too long or not what i wanted 🫵 i mean it i love reading your major posts 🙂‍↕️☺️

have to run and reread them all now 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️guess i will not be sleeping at a reasonable time tonight ✋😌 random anon out 🤸💨💨

OH BOY ANON!

This was quite the message to receive. I truly don't think I've ever seen anyone use this many emojis in my life, but also I'm like...ancient (i'm not, just being dramatic). But in all honesty, I TRULY love that you took the time to talk to me about like...everything I've written ever.

I've got a lot to say because you gave me a lot to talk about this, and I'm burying it below the cut because there's bound to be something that people don't wanna just see plastered on their dash.

FALL OUT BOY?!? YOU MENTION FALL OUT BOY IN THE TEMPLE OF A FALL OUT BOY WORSHIPPER? DELIGHTFUL ACTUALLY. Just One Yesterday is....oh is it a great song. Honestly Save Rock and Roll, while not my favourite album, has some BANGERS, and this is one of them. I can definitely see some of the implications for Landoscar and specifically the GITHHHW verse and I love it. Agree that the song is a little less soft than they *actually* are in that fic, but I love it regardless.

Talking about What's A God to a Non-Believer.....I mean to be fair it is hard to fully detail what's going on in three different people's heads, especially as it was a 3rd person close POV for Charles. It's....the essential goal of that fic and what *actually* happened with that fic were almost two different things. Originally it was supposed to be just like pure rancid, and then it actually became something with very real feelings. As I was writing it, though, it really became about how much two people could push each other's boundaries in a situation where things were pre-negotiated, but started to spiral out of control.

I think someone made a comment on "What's a God to a Non-Believer" about how the entirety of it is more focused on the push and pull between Lando and Charles, and how Lando wants to *BE* Charles, but also wants to *control* Charles as a way to feel better about himself, or his racing, etc etc, and I truly think they hit the nail on the head. In the fic, Charles already knows he's better, so it was easy for him to assume that Lando couldn't hurt him in any meaningful way. Unfortunately he's wrong, and Lando sinks the (figurative) knife into him both from a personal perspective (calling doubt onto Charles and Max's relationship, and also Charles and his ability to race), and because the stage had already been set for Charles to feel unsteady about things, the progression was natural.

Very specifically, it was important for BOTH Charles to safe out, and Oscar to safe out, because Oscar was safe signalling out FOR Charles, in the event Charles didn't do it for himself. Because yes, Oscar loves Lando, but he also doesn't have to blindly accept bad behaviour from Lando just because he loves him. Lando's treatment of Charles pushed Charles too far, but ALSO pushed Oscar too far, because Oscar was able to sense the actual change in the dynamic as it was happening.

I WILL NOT be writing an Oscar POV to the direct events, but some day I'll write the aftermath fic, I've just been DROWING in WIPs right now.

As for me talking about one of the fics where Oscar is being more dominant...are you referring to the soft dom Oscar stuff I've been talking about, or the insane fic I'm writing set in the GITHHHW verse?

Soft Dom Oscar is set apart from the GITHHHW verse, so that part doesn't apply.

If you're referring to "I Don't Need a Man, I Need a Puppy," which is....going to be split into two separate fics....there's a monologue here.

"I Don't Need a Man," is essentially going to be a fic where Lando tells Oscar he's always so excited like a puppy, and Oscar just kind of....goes a little bit feral over it, and fucks Lando within an inch of his life. There's....not really a background on that, it's not during race season, he just...went a little feral.

As for the untitled REMAINING like 9k of the unfinished fic, yes, Lando does like to be dominant for the control of it, and Oscar generally likes to be submissive because he likes to let go of control. However, much like real people, these little barbies that I like to smash together sometimes are still "people" within the realm of being my little characters, and much like people in real life, sometimes those lines do become blurred. The fic very specifically takes place after Brazil, where Lando's realized that he's kind of shot all of his championship chances to hell, and he's feeling particularly devastated about it. And honestly sometimes, the best way to feel more in control is to let go of that control.

I think I've ALSO talked about this as well, but at the core of it, Oscar is a service dom/sub/switch/top/bottom/verse in any universe I write him, and that means that he'll do for his partner what they need. In the case of this fic, Lando needs Oscar to take control to take him out of his head, and then put him back together again.

Honestly, not one thing in-particular happens, but many dynamics are amorphous and subject to change, and that's really what I wanted to detail there. Sometimes what people think they need and what they actually need are two different things.

I Hope it Eats Your Soul is my BELOVED darling of a fic. Again it's been so fun to work on, I'm just in WIP hell and unfortunately it's a slightly lower priority because it takes place roughly 10 years in the future which means I have to invent an entire fictional F1 schedule for it....but yes....snippets

“Have you talked to Will about Oscar’s times yet?” Zak asks, and before waiting for an answer, ploughs forwards still, “They’re really promising, built a car for you but it seems to suit the kid too,” and Zak sounds fucking enamoured by the fact that he’s got a car built for two drivers, a season built for the two of them, for McLaren in the constructors.  “Maybe we can one two it this year,” Lando says, and the smile that he gives Zak is a little too sharp to be anything other than carnivorous, “I’ll be number one, of course,” and the laugh that Zak gives isn’t reassuring, something tentative and hesitant about it, almost like he’s choking on the sound as it leaves his lips.  “He’s a rookie, Zak,” is Lando’s acerbic reply, “You can’t actually believe that he’ll win a championship. Even Lewis couldn’t do it,” voice derisive, “And Lewis is absolutely better than the kid,” 

AS FOR GITHHHW LANDOSCAR....

The honest answer about whether or not I'm going to write a fic or snippets about Lando bringing Oscar down into subspace by just taking care of him is VERY up in the air. I still have an unfinished chapter of "I'm so lonely" that I have to write that I've been struggling with for MONTHS. (I have a couple thousand words written but I just....it's been very difficult for me to get back into that). I also have the post-brazil fic, and I have "I don't need a man, I need a puppy" and while I had a few more fics planned, including one where Lando ties Oscar up, I honestly don't know if they're going to get written. As my time spent in this fandom, and specifically writing fanfiction, has gone on, I've come up with 2342342343 other ideas, some of which I want to give more space in my brain.

When I started writing in this fandom, I'd originally had no plans at all to write Landoscar, I'd only planned on writing Lestappen, actually. My foray into writing fanfic in this fandom started with a Warped Tour AU that I'm still working on that...honestly I might publish as fanfiction, but turn into a novel, also.

So the long and short of it: I don't KNOW if that's something I'm going to write. Depending on where the muse and the inspiration takes me, you might see something like that in the future, you might not. I make absolutely no promises regarding anything. In part because GITHHHW has become a bit of a demand avoidance project, and in part because I've already started to see my writing evolve, and also I've really started to enjoy writing these weird, niche fics such as "Where's My Pride, Guess I'll Leave it Behind"

ANYHOW here have a snippet of the second chapter of "I'm So Lonely"

“Don’t,” Oscar’s tone is sharp, “don’t do that, I’m to blame too,” Because for all that he has a spine, for all that he’s willing to fight, he let it happen. It’s been consensual, if not a little dubious, he pulls back for a moment, reaches down to tangle his fingers with Lando’s where they’ve tensed on his thigh.  He doesn’t ever notice the size of Lando’s hands until they’re like this, until their fingers are linked together, and Oscar’s hand is dwarfed by the size of his. He can feel a flush rising up in his cheeks again, but he just squeezes Lando’s hand tight, and then loosens his grip. “You aren’t the only person that gets to take the blame here,” he says firmly, and Lando’s gaze flicks up to Oscar’s.  Oscar can see the tell-tale redness blooming on his lower lash line, the glossy sheen in his eyes, the way he catches his bottom lip between his teeth. Worries that Lando’s abou(t to cry, and he nuzzles in a little closer, brushes his lips across the curve of Lando’s jaw. “I’m okay, we’re okay, I just need something defined, before we can keep going like this,” Oscar murmurs, “It doesn’t…I don’t want you to feel obligated to date me, but we need to be something more than teammates who fuck,”

In closing, I do truly appreciate you taking the time to come in here and send me this ask. I really love knowing there are people out there who appreciate my writing. I know it's not true, but sometimes I feel like I'm writing for an audience of one, and while I do write things that I want to write, sometimes it's nice to receive the recognition for it.

And look....I too, was probably analyzing someone's blog and porn at 18, but I was living under my parent's roof instead, and tbh, I was probably too scared to send them an ask about it.

(out of curiosity, are you the anon who also was surprised when you found out I was 32? Just wondering lmfao)

So here's your long post, with no apologies in it. Please truly do feel free to come into my inbox off anon, or send me a message, because then I can actually chat about things.

<3

[caitified]

rly hope your day turns around but we’re here to listen if you need to get anything off your chest!! ❤️

lowkey it’s three 50 min classes then a 2 hour lab but i have two huge gaps in my day today so like… im grabbing lunch and staring at the wall for two hours… gives me plenty of time to do work (im not opening canvas at all and will scroll tumblr until time to go)

new fics soon im sat and locked in 🪑🪑🪑

-🤟

thank you so much, u guys are the best🫶

2 hour lab is crazy nothing is more tiring i swear. use that break and tumblr all you need to. lmk who u want a fanfic of for tonight, u deserve it post long day

[tetzoro]

in my ken sato era and i ended up doodling him just for funsies and.....i draw his hair the same way i used to draw kuroo's hair.......im ignoring the signs my brain is giving me, i can't think abt kuroo being a girl dad when i already have bokuto being a girl dad in my mind graaaaaaaah!!!!

ken sato you say … sigh. i miss him. you drawing his hair the same way as kuroo’s makes me giggle teehee i’d love to see it 🥹🤍💫 i bet it looks so amazeee ! but …. kuroo as a girl dad !! you must think of him, you must give in, YOU MUST !!! and girl dad bokuto ?? oh i’m sat. 🪑

[ad0rechuu]

BASICLALLY YUNHO ⁉️⁉️im sat 🪑🍽️

hehehe so excited for everything upcoming

no no no it’s poly! ateez but yunho and the maknae line (minus mingi) are the most excited that yn is a vampire actually it’s complicated 😖 i guess you’ll just have to wait and see 🤭

[fizzytoo]

im sat 🪑

[viasdreams]

Random life update😞

We have to make a research paper but make it 10x harder bcs we have to do it in our native language (which I use on a daily basis but I can’t use it formally and I just end up butchering my part) 😓😓

One of my friends started ignoring us too(the one who hated opp girlie’s guts) 🥲 like we were a trio and she just broke off ever since she and her bf were like in bad terms and we cant ask her bcs she’s avoiding us like we have covid or something

Also I think it was yesterday I was using cheetah lee guy’s phone because we were partners for this task and I opened his notes app bcs I had to write an entire reaction paper about some art gallery structured as a floating block and when I opened it I was surprised because he had an entire list of food that I’m not allowed to eat (bcs I have rlly poor health like one cough and it’s over for me) and also has a list of these popmart figurines that I collect (which i guess he’s keeping track of because he bought me another blindbox the other day) 💔💔💔

LIKE RAGHDHS I dont want to fall for him like I keep telling myself he’s just a simple crush but this guy is making it so HARD 👹👹👹👹 anw I love Jisung and Jaehee, they’re still my no. 1 pookies😋

-cheetah lee

Oooooo im sat🪑

rehearse the hell out of your part so hopefully you wont butcher it !!! (what is ur native language, im nosy)

smh a trio will always become a duo >_< maybe shes just having a moment and she’ll come back around

now if you dont fall in love with this boy, i will 😐

HE WANT THAT EFFIN COOKIE SO BAD (ur the cookie)

im sure jisung and jaehee would understand if you started dating him🤷‍♀️ (unless im missing something and he sucks, if so, DONT DATE HIM)

[bbina]

so sat for any nct content 🪑 im also gonna change my username soon 😔 ill save this for another time but im still too sad rn

PLANETWONBIN REBRANDING?????

[earlysunshines]

bruhrufjrjf ur works are so good bro IM SAT. 🪑

YAY thank u

[literaryslapshot]

https://www.tumblr.com/harlowhockeystick/721883860455112704/now-that-hcc-is-done-i-can-confess-that-ive

I’m sat 🪑☕️ nonnie tell me more pls

I mean if yall wanna combine the two au’s with brock then im down…………

[peachbokkie]

YESSSSS IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS UGH I LOVE IT I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT OART IM OBSESSED IM SEATED SAT 🪑🪑🪑

E-DATERS! | 3 am endeavours

SYPNOSIS. moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reconcile with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

written + ss below (not proofread)

perhaps you had gotten your hopes up.

it had already been a quarter past 2 am, the past 30 minutes consisting of pacing back and forth in your room, clad in pajamas and a pair of fuzzy socks. you glanced at the clock as every minute or two passed by, an acknowledgment that more time had passed yet not a single knock on your door had been heard.

the invasive thoughts of what couldve prompted beomgyus late arrival had taken over your brain, scenarios that made you gnaw at the inside of your cheek due to its absurdity. for all you knew, this couldve been a cruel joke that the boys decided to play on you, and within the next week, your face streaked with hot tears would be plastered onto the thumbnail of one of their videos.

yet a part of you still clung to the hope that maybe he got caught up with something and forgot to show up, although the loud snores from the boys who were asleep down the hall would have been a large enough reminder.

your feet soon grew tired of pacing and your head dizzy from overthinking. by 3 am, your back had been leaned against the headboard of your bed, eyes threatening to shut due to exhaustion. it wasn't until you heard the faint sound of a piece of paper being slid under your door, that the fatigue you felt had instantly vanished, your body immediately gravitating to the corner of your room to read it.

sorry i took so long, u awake?

— gyu

you didnt even give yourself the chance to surpress the raging smile that had formed across your lips, your hand moving faster than your brain as you swung the door wide open just for it to collide with a hard figure.

“ow!” you retracted the knob to reveal the owner of the voice, and just a few inches away stood a boy with a pained expression, his hand rubbing his forehead in order to soothe the searing pain.

“im so sorry!” you squeaked out a frightened apology, biting your lip in embarrassment as you guiltily stared up at him. without giving him a chance to respond, you urgently grabbed his hand and pulled him into your room, the side of your foot nudging against the door to close it shut. with your hand still attached to his own, you guided him to take a seat onto your bed, reaching out to touch his face in order to make sure there were no visible marks, in which luckily there were none.

the adrenaline you experienced quickly wore off as you realized the close proximity between you two. you wete secretly grateful for how dim the room was, your bedside lamp failing to expose the faint redness on your cheeks.

you cleared your throat, scooting an arms length from him which initiated a period of awkward silence, the only sound that could be heard were the distant snores that resounded in the hallway.

“so…” he started, shifting awkwardly on your bed, his eyes darting around the room in order to avoid eye contact.

“so…” you followed, staring intently at the boy who sat beside you. he wore a grey hoodie paired with plaid pajama pants, his dark hair hung messily over his eyes which made your heart soar over how effortlessly attractive he managed to look.

you didnt know how you got quite lucky, nor how you have been able to maintain sanity up until now. perhaps if it had been any other day prior to this moment, you would have been passed out cold on the floor from a heart attack due to being in the same room as choi beomgyu.

“what did you want to talk about?” you asked innocently, swinging your feet back and forth off the side of your bed. you watched his lips purse, opening them to say something then automatically closing them as if he lost his train of thought.

“nothing in particular, i just wanted to talk to you.” he said quietly, his voice barely audible for you to hear.

“really?”

“yeah.”

beomgyus trademarked loud and chaotic personality seemed non existent at this moment, being replaced with a shy boy with fluffy hair who happened to show more interest in playing with the hem of his sweater sleeve than you. the silence that surrounded the both of you felt suffocating, the urge to say something constantly tugged at the back of your throat yet no word managed to come out.

it didnt help that beomgyu was currently facing a similar dilemma. he was no stranger to this position that he undeniably seemed to always be in, in which he is confronted in what he could possibly say to you in order to interrupt the silence that grew more uncomfortable the longer it lasted.

“i think youre really cool” beomgyu blurted out, watching how your eyebrows raised in concern—possibly due to the fact that his tone came out a bit more aggressive than what he intended it to be.

“sorry, was that a little weird?” beomgyu added shyly, biting back his bottom lip to suppress the disappointed expression that was starting to form.

“what? of course not!” you exclaimed. “im actually a huge fan of you, ive been subscribed to you since the beginning of your channel.” you beamed at him, removing your phone from its charger to show him the evidence.

beomgyu pretended to act surprised at this supposedly new information, almost as if he didnt know about your massive crush on him, that your entire spam account had a dedicated lay out to him, and also the fact that you found him incredibly hot in flannels.

time passed by quickly while talking to beomgyu, the short compliment that he blurted out earlier had manifested into long conversations consisting of various pillow thoughts. by the time you realized how late it was, the both of you were lying down side by side with your backs sunk into the mattress, your shoulders pressed against eachothers. your eyes staring at the blank ceiling as you continued to chatter about various topics.

it didn’t feel like you were speaking to your long term idol, but rather a friend who youve known on your life. for some reason, it was like beomgyu knew you like the back of his own hand. he brought up topics that he somehow knew you were interested in, he listened to your stupid childhood stories, and he even would laugh at your unfunny jokes. it was a bond that had formed from an unusual circumstance, yet for some reason it just felt right.

“its so easy to talk to you,” you commented, the smile on your face not wearing off from the previous joke he made. you rolled onto your side to face beomgyu, watching his chest steadily rise and fall as he took each breath. “its like ive known you since forever, ive never got a long with somebody this fast before.”

“maybe its because you have” he voiced out silently, yet still audible enough for you to hear.

“what do you mean by that?” you questioned, eyes furrowing in confusion at his comment. you watched beomgyu turn his body to mimic your own position, your faces merely inches away from eachother, causing you to freeze in your current state. the light glow from bedside lamp reflected onto his face, illuminating his facial features. his eyes stared softly at yours, containing an emotion that you couldnt quite pinpoint.

“w-well,” he hesistated, contemplating his next response. “what if i told you that we have known eachother for a long time?”

you paused as you pondered the thought, trying to make sense of whatever he said to you. the silence that followed was deafening, so much that he was afraid that his own heartbeat was loud enough for you to hear it.

your soft laugh had thankfully cut the silence short, turning back to face the ceiling. “i wish. that would be crazy though, wouldnt it?”

“yeah, maybe.” beomgyu exhaled, glancing at your peaceful figure, a light smile spread across your face. it was a sight that he wasnt quite sure he was ready to give up yet, especially when he had just barely been able to form a friendship that he so desperately wanted to escalate into something more.

because with each moment that he spent with you, he sunk deeper into his problem. he knew that every second that drew him closer to you, would also contribute to the distance that would occur once you found out.

thats something that he doesnt know he would be ready for.

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A/N. BYE THIS CHAPTER LITERALLY TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE AND ITS SO SHORT ☹️☹️

[kitschiee]

screaming

[s3okj]

sirius angrily defending remus:

remus: sit back down

sirius: im sat 🪑