#im sure it would be annoying for anyone behind me... but fuck them... Im not totalling my car for them

[actual-corpse]

Me, driving home in a depression trance: teetering along at 35 MPH bc DARK and CREATURES.

The biggest fucking dog I can think of:

[llycaons]

im finally feeling awake now so @pharahsgf this is the post I was talking about

foolish. reductive. immature. disrespectful. willfully ignorant. WRONG

[itsmealaiahh]

"Much Needed Release"

TW: tom being pussymuncher69, pussy eating, clit stimulation, minor profanity, some angst in the beginning, head (fem rec obviously), praise, some overstimulation, somnophilia

Request: older Tom X younger petite reader. reader had a bad day and Tom was tired of hearing abt how bad she was being treated. when r (reader) went upstairs for a nap, Tom woke her up with his face in between her thighs. He makes r cum A TON! Yea. Thx baeee!

IM ACK 😚😚`😚😚😦😦😦 NON T DEAD

Rating: under 15 dni!! explicit situations lie ahead!!

"I hate weekdays"

You complained to tom the minute you walked through the door, tired and spent from the hellish day you had just went through. It just wouldn't stop! The terrible treatment from certain co-workers, and even your boss was unbearable, to say the least.

Each day, you always came home, your mood miserable, and tom wanted to fix it. He was honestly getting a little bit annoyed at how every day at your officeplace was going. Why were your co-workers so rude towards you? Hell, why was even your boss so rude? He was sure you hadn't done anything to warrant the treatment. You were sweeter than anyone he had ever met, and it took a lot to get you angry or upset.

He wanted to help you out and give you a break from the tough week, but how so? You would surely fall asleep during a movie or an activity where you both just sat on the couch together, so how could he possibly help? He didn't notice you were no longer in the living room until he snapped out of his thoughts, and he knew you were taking a nap. He could try to..no.

That would be wrong, and quite frankly, disgusting, unless...

Tom made his way to the bedroom, seeing you napping on his pillow, your body covered by the duvet. Quietly closing the door behind him, he padded over to the mattress where you slept, picking the covers off. His eyes widened just a bit at seeing your underwear the only thing that you were wearing, and his cock twitched in his pants, slowing coming to life. His lips parted a bit, his tongue swiping over his bottom one as he gazed over your sleeping frame, drinking you in fully.

The more he looked, the more turned on he became, his member now straining almost painfully against the restraint of his pants. He pulled the covers over himself, stripping you of your remaining clothes, throwing them to the side; your precious cunt now exposed.

He groaned a little at the sight, placing a gentle lick on your clit before delving into your pussy. His hands held your hips down as you squirmed every now and then in your sleep, letting out little whines as well. He closed his eyes, lapping up and down your core, ravishing your taste on his tongue.

"so fucking sweet" he murmured, his tongue flicking up and down your little bud occasionally, working wonders on you. More moans and other small noises escaped you, slowly coming to from your sleep. Tom didn't see your eyes opening up as he continued to bury his face into your pussy, now sucking tastefully on your clit. You let out a loud moan, your vision no longer blurry. Your legs wrapped around tom's head, squeezing just a bit. You didn't have any time to adjust, your body overcome with pleasure.

Breathing in slowly, you met eyes with tom, who looked up at you with a grin, his beard glistening with your juices. "w-what are you doing?" You questioned, pulling yourself upright with your elbows. "Well" he started, giving another small lick to your core, before going back to speaking. "You had a rough day, so I wanted to make it better. Just sit and relax and let me please you, okay baby? I'll make it worth your while"

You laid back down with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of tom's tongue lapping insistently at your pussy. The tongue was a very wet and strong organ, and having tom's on your core? Fucking heaven. Your legs squeezed his head again, not too rough to cut off air supply, just enough to let him know how good you were feeling. "You like that baby? My tongue on this pretty little pussy?" He smirked. You nodded, giving another small whimper. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, already giving way to your orgasm. "To-tom"

Many, many, many, delicious orgasms later, and now you and tom were snuggled up together in bed, his hand stroking your hair softly. After being so spent from simply his tongue, he was calming you down and letting you go back to sleep, no more tricks up his sleeve for the rest of the night. He was going to let you get some much needed rest, and he'd try to convince you to stay home tomorrow so you could regroup and hopefully ease up from all of the tension your work was putting on you. But that was for tomorrow, right now, it was just about you and him, snuggled up together, happy and content.

also sorry jordan if this isn't what you wanted pookie lmk if you want some diff and i'll try to fix it 😋😋😋

[kissitbttr]

ANA! ANA MY LUV!! idk much about miguel (a travesty i knoeww) but i saw ur fratboy post n now i cant stop drooling at the idea of fratboy!miguel introducing u to his frat buddies!! being so possessive: holding ur waist or pulling u to his lap; kissing ur neck even when his friends are right there. oh my goddd im gonna sob hes so!!!

SUNNY?! I AM BITING MY FIST OMG HE’D SOOO FREAKING POSSESSIVE UGH I LOVE IT WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT

bby you HAVE to hop on the miguel simp train!! HE IS SO FINEEEE😩😩

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it was around after the third date when miguel nervously asked you to come to the frat house to meet his brothers. he didn’t want to overwhelm you of course, he knew how annoying and pushy his brothers could be but still, he would love for them to get to know you just as he had when he was with you,

you saw how nervous he got, but you assured him by squeezing his hand and telling him that you were okay with that. he smiled in return, kissing you softly on the lips as a thank you,

“i never express any gratitude towards anyone in my life except my parents but i want to thank you so much for finally saying yes, it was fucking annoying to hear him yapping about you non-stop. all of us had enough of his corny shit”

one of his frat brothers, glen had mentioned. feigning a relief expression while he smirked at miguel who gave him the finger,

“i literally thanked Jesus when i heard him going on a date with you, y/n! you are our life savior”

miguel threw his head back in annoyance, groaning at how his frat brothers continued to spill his secrets. but you giggled instead, looking over at him who avoided your gaze out of pure embarrassment.

“what else did he do?”

miguel shot you a warning look, “don’t encourage them, muñeca! they’d go all the way out!”

“oh believe me, we have many” beck had answered, playfully snickering at the amount of times miguel had ranted about you. “which one do you want to hear? one where he talked about you while he was high? or one where it was late at night—“

“fuck off, kingsley!” miguel had interrupted before he got too far, in which beck put his hands up in defense.

miguel snaked his arm around your waist, giving your hip three taps to prompt you to sit on his lap which you obliged.

you happily plopped yourself down on one of his thick thighs. he helped you with shifting your body into a comfortable position with your legs crossed.

the rest of the boys sat in the living room, piling in the same area as they all stared at the two of you. millions of questions running through their minds, desperate to know if miguel somehow blackmailed you into agreeing to go out on a date with him or something worse,

miguel sensed the stares from his brothers and, to be frank, it was quite uncomfortable. though he knew for sure they wanted to know the same thing.

“are you guys wondering how i got to take her out or what?”

they all responded with a ‘yes’ in unison, making him rub his temple and you smiled

“so? what did he do, y/n? because i’m starting to think this is a joke”

“could be. i mean, carlos went all 110% for a girl when she rejected his offer the first time” glen shrugged, earning a frown from carlos himself,

“i did not—“

“yes you did. you stood outside of the campus library with a boombox over your head” one boy chimed in while sipping his beer,

“okay see, i was—“

“oh! and remember when he threatened to pull his—“

“shut the fuck up! focus! we’re not here for me but for them!” carlos gestured his hand at both miguel and you. “can we leave my shit behind? that would be great”

carlos's cheeks went beet red as the other guys teased him for it, beck patted him on the back and told him that it was nothing to be ashamed of but carlos only swatted his hand away,

you found it so endearing at how the frat guys were so playful and funny with each other. typical boys will be boys type of thing. they were definitely far more different than when you see them during parties,

“well to be honest, he really didn’t have to do anything” you simply replied, tucking a hair behind your ear. “but definitely persistent, in the most politest way and less creepier though”

“you saying what i did was creepy?” carlos pointed at himself with a defeated look,

“i mean, if you had to ask then yeah”

the rest erupted in a peal of loud laughter while carlos’s shoulders slouched. propping his back against the chair with his arms crossed, a chorus of ‘see?’ and ‘i told you so’s’ made you laugh,

miguel settled his elbow on the armrest, eyes glinted with adoration whilst his mouth stretched into a lovesick grin. he watched how you managed to pull joy out of them and there’s nothing he’s appreciated more than that,

the way you threw your head back as another cute giggle escaped you while holding onto his shoulder for balance was enough to make his heart ponder,

“man, you’ve got wicked sense of humor, y/n—say if shit went sideways between the two of you, just know I’m available”

miguel frowned upon hearing that as his nose scrunched up in disgust as he leapt the nearest pillow at his brother’s direction for that comment. he wrapped his arm around your waist far more protectively,

“watch it” he warned, glaring at him. he knew it was a joke but he still didn’t like how that sounded, “i’ll kick your fucking ass, monty”

upon seeing that, your hand moved to find his cheek, lightly tapping his chin with your finger to get him to look at you,

“easy there, big boy” your words soothed him in seconds, especially when he heard his favorite nickname leaving your mouth, "I'm with you"

the confirmation made him giddy and his heart blossomed,

he moved dangerously close to your ear to whisper before kissing the back of it making you giggle. “you look so pretty tonight, muñeca” miguel dragged his fingertips up and down your exposed thigh, then squeezed the soft flesh. “so so pretty— do i get to see you in this dress more often?”

the question came off too excited despite his best trying to hide it, again, if there was nobody around, he'd actually take you right there and then.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but I thought you like me better when i’m naked?”

“oh there’s no doubt about that, mi amor” he winked with a chuckle, “am i… about to get lucky tonight?”

“you might” a seductive response laced on your tone, winking at him as he squeezed your waist before

the boys let out a couple of groans and fake puking sounds at the sight, but the two of you remained still in your element,

''you guys make me sick" glen protested, shaking his head before getting up from the chair to walk away but you caught a small smile on his face,

"jealous you don't have a girlfriend, mayback?" miguel teased at him, glen only threw him the middle finger before cracking another can of beer from the kitchen,

the rest of the boys followed his actions after, not before congratulating miguel on scoring with you.

the word girlfriend made you bulldozed, eyes darted toward his smiling proud face before yours stretched into one as well,

"i'm your girlfriend?"

his smile faltered after he soon realized what he had just called you, he swallowed a nervous gulp. opening and closing his mouth because he was unsure what to say

you must admit you enjoyed seeing him like that.

"well i-i mean--i wasn't--surely you were--uh--what was the question again?"

you tucked your lower lip in between your teeth, head tilting to the side as the adorable man in front of you became a stuttering mess.

realizing that he is on the edge of a nervous breakdown, you leaned closer to his face before smashing your lips against his. his body went still by your action, but soon found himself lost in your kiss and sighed out of contentment,

you pulled away after a few seconds, tousling his soft chocolate hair before replying,

''i would love to be your girl, o'hara''

-

please please PLEASE tell me this is good!! i was writing this in the car and I couldn’t concentrate for a second because people were honking too much!! bhhshshs

[honeekyuu]

squeeze. [sakusa kiyoomi x reader] satin black intros.

place of (homosexual) business

masterlist.

[playlist]. satin black || vibes

a/n. im completely totally normal about this au. completely normal.

warnings: me.

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✗ !!! ignore timestamps !!! ✗

satin black moved into its current location about three weeks ago, and theyve tortured brews abridged ever since

they were at a smaller location for 3 years prior, but they outgrew it when each of them independently went a little viral online for their work

everyone has a license to both pierce and tattoo, but iwa/akaashi stick to tattooing and suna sticks to piercing

akaashi’s the only one who went to art school

iwa taught himself on youtube

suna and sakusa taught themselves by practicing on each other – all of suna’s tattoos are by sakusa and all of sakusa’s piercings are by suna exclusively

it went a little like this the first time around: "i can do this. i dont need instructions-" "ARE YOU FUCKING SURE ABOUT THAT!!!!"

akaashi specializes in black and grey tattoos and iwa does color; sakusa does both but prefers black and grey

iwa’s best known for watercolor style art and akaashi’s best known for geometric art 

sakusa’s best known for japanese style art

suna's keeps trying to sell people on new and strange places to get pierced. this is dangerous and sakusa has banned him from doing it 8 times already.

hes actually so good at his job, hes just an idiot

theyre total assholes who chain smoke in the shop and swear at each other from across the room

the shop motto is "make them horny until they come back" and boy does it work

every single one of their clients transferred across the city with them when they moved

sakusa doesn't actually take new clients anymore, he just keeps up with regulars. he's very adamant about this

he is most often found in his office, which is also his private studio

the shop playlist consists of music added by sakusa, suna, and iwa -- they tried to get akaashi in on it but he got apple music just to spite them and wears his headphones when he works

suna can and WILL add the most unhinged shit to the playlist. there is a near-daily incident where sakusa tries to skip past suna's songs but suna keeps going back to them just to be annoying

this results in the shop being filled with the nonstop sound of skipping songs and sakusa screaming at him from his office

iwa usually joins in too because he has a short temper

akaashi always has to put his gun down and dissociate, because he can feel himself about to fuck up his lines with how hard his eye is twitching

akaashi has the least tattoos but that’s really not saying much; they have a board in sakusa’s office with the running count for each of them

everyone who comes in for the first time always sees two tattoo artists: iwa, who sits in the corner chain smoking and frowning and generally looking like he could kill you; and akaashi, who is generally polite and looks way less scary than iwa.

and they always choose akaashi, because he looks nice

he is not fucking nice. he is mean as shit. iwaizumi is the nicest one in that shop.

iwa so often is the type to roughly grumble "oh, yeah we can take a break -- this placement always hurts like a bitch. i need a smoke anyway" (hes already smoking).

akaashi keiji is the type to whisper "oh, did that hurt? pussy." and go in even more.

he is mean as shit and everyone makes this mistake.

sakusa and suna met in high school -- they would skip class together and sit behind the school smoking and blasting bass boosted music

theres something about running from campus security every day that bonds two people into brotherhood

theyre like,,,, fucking carbon copies of each other, these two -- two tall as fuck, tatted up, pierced up dudes with matching judgmental expressions and chipped black nail polish, standing outside the shop smoking, talking shit, and glaring at anyone who comes out of the stupid ass 3-in-1 shop next door

they met iwa and akaashi during their apprenticeship. they really didnt get along at first, but it takes a very unique combination of crazy to be able to open the kind of tattoo shop sakusa wanted.

and he had his combination of crazy right there in front of him.

iwa’s the most normal one and just wants to be akaashi’s friend. thats all he wants. he wants to make his silly little money and be akaashis silly little friend. 

iwa is the only one akaashi trusts for literally anything related to the shop but he wont ever say that

it's so painfully obvious that suna named their group chat. sakusa stopped trying to change it back years ago.

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she put my hand up on her throat and told me // squeeze that shiiii-

squeeze [ghostemane].

[everythingne]

marketing ploy - ln4 ch7

Lando recovers. McLaren and Red Bull own up. Olivia and Lando decide the future, and give Oscar a heart attack while doing so. We get our happy ending.

piastri!oc x lando norris, bestfriends brother/fake dating

warnings/notes: hospital visits, mentioned injuries, loopiness from medication, pregnancy/sex jokes, media being bitches, lando going 'guys i gotta keep her' and doing the absolute MOST lmao, this is also TECHNICALLY the last chapter but im gonna write more for olivia and lando most def (also olivia will feature as oscars sister in other fics bc i love her)

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I haven't run in years.

I can feel the burn of the air in my lungs as I force them open, adrenaline making every rib shake as I suck in a breath and force it back out. My shoes slam into the floor of the paddocks, sending jolts up my legs as I whisk my bag over my shoulder and 'just go' as Christian had said. My mind is swimming with a thousand thoughts. What if he was seriously injured? He was able to walk, but he collapsed, was it his legs? Or his ribs? What if it's his back? Or his arms? How long will he be out? Is this a whole-season issue or just a few weeks?

Fuck, I cannot be thinking about this right now.

I sweep the room quickly to make sure I have everything, patting my pockets to check for my phone--which is nestled in the back left pocket of my jeans, before whirling around and out of the room.

Once I'm out of the paddocks and towards the exits, where it opens a bit more, the wind whisks into my skin and bites me as I use one hand to dig through the side pocket to find Lando's car keys. I can't steady my hands, even when I'm trying to control their shake, they just get worse. Whether it's fear or anxiety, I find it plain annoying as I struggle to get the small keychain out of my bag. Lando had driven me here from the hotel and shoved the keys in my bag since he didn't walk in with his bag and didn't want to lose the car keys.

Luckily, he had, because talking to anyone in this state would be a bust. I could feel my attitude snipping at my heart as people shouted my name at me. I couldn't stop. I had to find Lando. I knew what hospital he'd be taken to, I had to get there in one piece.

And it was going to be hard with the fucking media right here.

A few reporters try to follow me, but I'm able to slip through the crowds like water. Once I make it to the parking lot, a woman steps in front of me with her camera held high and I shout.

"Can you fucking move?!" And shove her to the side as I zip out of the lot. Fuck the standards, fucking being polite, I'll ask for forgiveness later. And apologize, probably.

Throwing my bag haphazardly into the car, I follow suit and slam the door. There's time here for me to scream, cry, and rage in semi-private, but I bite back the bubble in my throat, throwing my seatbelt on and turning on the car's engine. I wait no time to slam the car forward into first gear, pulling out of the lot with shaking hands. My hands slip with sweat as I try when I remember his McLaren's manual. Cursing, I force myself to revert back to the car I drove in high school as my hands dance across the car in perfected practice.

Thank god I still have that going for me.

The highway is empty, where I thought there'd be lines of traffic there are only a few sparse cars. I slam the car as hard as it can go, watching the ticking of the speedometer, 50... 60... 70... 80...

I look behind me, merging into the fast lane and gunning it even harder. The car sings, and I feel an odd rush of momentary euphoria.

I hit around 165kpm at some point. The car doesn't even shake, it seemingly glides along with my movements, I hear sirens, I don't know if they're for me but I'm not staying to find out. I press harder, merging to the off-ramp and taking it, barely registering what's around me as I slam on my brakes and slip into the traffic near the hospital.

It feels good to drive like that. Maybe I should get back into racing at some point.

Once the McLaren is parked in a back corner of the hospital lot, I grab my bag, rip myself out of the car, and slam it shut, and triple-check it's locked. I turn and book it into the hospital, trying to breathe steady enough to keep myself from losing my shit. It feels like I can't run fast enough, slipping into the hospital and around people who dodge my clearly rushed pace. I pause in front of a desk, panicked and out of breath when someone comes to my side.

"Hi, honey, who are you lookin' for?" A kind nurse says, her hand finding my arm to apply soothing pressure as she notices the fear in my movements. I thought I was hiding it better than I was, I guess. I take a slow breath and let the shake in my hands come in, no longer holding everything back.

"Lando Norris, he just came in with Formula One?" I ask and the woman nods. She asks to see my ID and I fish out my license and Red Bull card to verify my employment.

"Olivia!" A voice shouts as my items are handed back when I'm cleared, and Jon comes up to my side, pointing at my head.

"You still have your headset on." He says softly and I look him up and down, pointing at him.

"So do you," I say. We pause and fall into soft laughter as I pull the headset down to my neck. Jon takes me by the elbow further into the hospital, out of the view of some of the reporters who try to snap photos of us as they're shoved out by the security. I hadn't even seen them when I made my way inside. Through the winding halls, and down to a smaller section of the hospital, Jon brings me to the door to what I assume is Lando's room.

"He's fine." Jon starts with, which eases me immediately, "He's a bit banged up, they think he might have broken or bruised one of his ribs. He's really out of it, the painkillers made him super loopy. Just a forewarning, he's also been dipping in and out of consciousness so don't be alarmed. It's just the painkillers."

"Is his family here yet?" I ask, looking at the door, and Jon shakes his head no once I look back at him.

"They're driving at normal speeds, so no. I don't wanna know how you got here so fast." He steps forward and knocks. A nurse pops open the door and welcomes us inside, Jon stays back while I make my way to the bedside. Lando's wearing a tee shirt and some loose sports shorts, he looks exhausted. I can see bruising on his legs as I nurse tosses the blanket over him as if trying to hide it from me.

"Here!" She pulls up a chair happily and I thank her as I sit down on it, taking my bag off and setting it on the floor, dropping my headphones in. I sigh, taking Lando's hand and feeling his pulse as if the machine that literally tells me that is lying. It feels good to feel his heart thrum under my skin and I kiss his wrist where the pulsepoint is.

"My girlfrien's not g'nna like you doin' that." Lando tries to take his hand from me, Jon snorting in the doorway. I let go of him and laughed softly, leaning up to brush his hair back from his face, the longer curls sticking to his forehead. He's still got the lines from his helmet and balaclava, and I trace one with my finger as he gives me the nastiest stink eye I've ever seen him muster.

"Hi, Lando." I croon, and he whines, slowly rolling his head to the side.

"I have a girlfriend." He states, poking my hand to push it away from him and I send him an odd look. Jon walks over and I can see he's recording, which makes a small amused smile poke at my lips.

"Lando," I laugh softly and Lando whacks my hands away softly, fighting through the weariness of his pain medication to wave his arms.

"I have a girlfriend." He pouts, laying his hands still at his side. I just laugh again, and Lando shouts in his dreary state, "It's not funny! I do!"

"Shush, shh, Lando." I stand and push my chair back a bit as I stifle my laugh into the back of my hand.

Jon calls from where he stands, attempting to help me not laugh by giving me something new to focus on, "Who's your girlfriend, Lando?"

"Olivia. Oscar's sister, which he was actually not happy about at first but I convinced him I was cool--" Lando keeps rambling on until I lift my hand and cup his cheek, running my thumb under his eye as I speak softly.

"Lando, baby, I am your girlfriend." I put a hand on my chest, "I am Olivia."

Lando blinks, eyes settling on me before he gasps and leans up to grab my face and pull me down for a litter of soft pecks to my cheeks and face. I catch myself on the bed and laugh, catching his lips as he happily grins up at me. It's all doe eyes, lovesick smiles on his lips as he keeps his hands tight on my face.

"Hi, baby." He whispers, bringing me in for another kiss and I detach one of his hands so it can rest by his side. I slowly situate him against the blankets with the help of Jon, and sit a bit closer to the head of the bed so Lando can be close enough to me. He keeps one of his hands in mine and I slowly run my thumb along his knuckles.

"Well, Mr. Norris!" A piercing voice calls, a young woman stepping into the room with a bit of an excited flourish, "You are all set! Jon's gonna look over your scans, specifically for those bruised ribs. We're thinking it'll be about three or four weeks of healing, and he's gonna make that like--workout plan and stuff with your personal doctor."

"Ah, thank you, Doctor." Lando smiles, watching as the doctor hands Jon some papers to look over. She smiles at me, a hint of recognition in her eyes.

"Olivia, right?" She asks and I nod, shaking her outstretched hand.

"I'm glad you made it here, Lando was waiting for you a bit impatiently." She kept her happy smile, rocking from foot to foot, "Kept asking us where you were, or when you'd get here. You've got a good man on your hands here, sweetheart."

"I know." My heart is bursting, "He's shown me that over and over."

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Thank you once again to @ oliviapiastri for taking care of our #4 and providing the team with love and some pics while he was recovering! Lando is at home now, and our official statement on the accident and other situations this season has been posted on our website.

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT ON SITUATIONS BETWEEN LANDO NORRIS AND OLIVIA PIASTRI THIS SEASON.

WRITTEN BY STEVE ATKINS (M), ON BEHALF OF ZAK BROWN (M), ANDREA STELLA (M), ALICE MCLOUGHLIN (ORBR), ASTRID MARINA (UNAFF.), ADA LUANNE (UNAFF.), CHRISTIAN HORNER (OBRB), AND HIMSELF.

On the 22nd of February this year, Lando Norris (MCLAREN F1 TEAM, DRIVER) and Olivia Piastri (ORACLE RED BULL, HEAD OF ANALYSIS) were pulled into the office of Christian Horner (ORACLE RED BULL, TEAM PRINCIPAL) in Bahrain. A deal was struck between both parties and their corresponding teams to create a fake dating scenario, capitalizing on the tensions between Oracle Red Bull Racing and the McLaren F1 Team to push ticket and merchandising sales. This fake relationship was planned to eventually leak in PR and Social Media Strategy, however, due to Norris' crash in Silverstone, the entire program has been canceled. The program was also discovered by F1 Stewards upon investigation after Olivia's reaction to the accident cemented rumors in the media of the two dating. Both the McLaren F1 Team and Oracle Red Bull are under investigation, and fines are yet to be announced.

Norris and Piastri chose not to be a part of this statement and can be expected to make their own statements in the coming weeks.

On July 9th of this year, Lando Norris was involved in an accident in the pitlane of Silverstone. Engineers have determined this was caused by an overheating of brake lines that didn't allow Norris to stop his vehicle along with worn tires. No fines have been placed at this moment.

Olivia Piastri will return to work with Red Bull remotely immediately and will be in-person by Zandvoort. Lando Norris will return to racing with McLaren by Zandvoort and will be replaced by reserve driver Bianca Bustamente for the time being. Neither Norris nor Piastri will be fined for involvement with the media stunt, or with the accident as of this moment.

20 JULY, LONDON ↴

There’s a sort of haze around me as I blink sleep from my eyes. A warm pressure on my left makes me look to the side. Lando’s face is squished against my chest, soft snores leaving his slightly parted lips and rolling across my bare skin that pokes out from under my tank top. I take a moment to take it all in, how we’d gotten here, how we were, and I can’t help but roll to pull him closer to me and curl him inside my arms as I pepper a few kisses to his hairline.

How did I ever not like him? He's a fucking saint.

Lando, a heavy sleeper until I started sleeping in the same bed, noticed immediately and grabbed my waist with groggy whines about how tired he was. I coax him back to sleep, kissing his hairline and gently massaging his back until the snores return and I smile at Lando’s sleeping face.

“Awake yet?” Oscar calls from the door, and I wave. He laughs under his breath, waving me over, and it takes a bit of grace to detach myself from Lando. Once I do, I grab one of the spare throw blankets off the floor from where Lando had kicked it and slip over to where Oscar is standing by the door as I wrap it around me to keep out the morning chill.

“He’s exhausted. I think all the stress of the season is catching up on him.” I rub sleep from my face, and Oscar nods, handing me a piece of toast like a peace offering. I take it and tilt my head at him.

“They’re fining McLaren and Red Bull a lot for this stunt. It just came out.” Oscar hums, “said it’s a breach of contract and a risk for documents to be shared amongst the teams…”

My heart jumps to my throat, and I look at Lando’s sleeping form as he rolls into where my fading body heat is still in the blankets, “they want us to split?”

“Well. Lando’s contract ends with McLaren this year.” Oscar paused to take a sip of his coffee before leaning in to whisper, “and you didn’t hear it from me, but Christian has been looking at grabbing him for a few years now.”

“Is Checo moving?” I ask because I know Max wouldn’t leave Red Bull unless we forced him out by dragging him by his ankles.

“I dunno.” Oscar grins, stepping back and whacking my shoulder, “but you can date within your garage, so.”

With that, he walks away and I turn back to Lando as he starts to stir. I lean on the doorframe and watch as he blearily blinks his eyes open, hands searching for me in the covers until he lifts his head to see me off in the doorway.

“C’mere.” he croaks, and I smile, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to sit on the edge of the bed as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my thighs.

I can’t imagine him in navy. But it might look good on him.

25TH JULY, LONDON ↴

“is Max positive?” Lando pokes his head into the kitchen doorway, looking at the island where I’m staring at my laptop. I look up and shrug, sending an email back to Christian about the fines and the media being on his ass for the whole stunt.

“Kylie said it’ll be here in five minutes,” I reply, refreshing my email as if that will make the minutes suddenly not matter and for the email to pop up. Apparently, Max had gotten sick right before the next race. While I was home with Lando to make sure he wasn’t being strenuous and to keep media off my back until everything died down, they had to do a COVID test on Max and isolate him just in case.

“It would suck if he's out for his home race this year." Lando wanders into the kitchen and pulls up a stool next to me as he sets his phone down on the counter. He’s been living in Oscar and my apartment for the past few days, just until next week when he goes back to McLaren's training center for a bit to do a lot of physical therapy before getting in the car next weekend for Zandvoort.

Oscar calls my phone, and I stand up, telling Lando to keep checking my email as I make my way over to the other side of the kitchen to grab my phone.

“Yes, bitch?” I say into the phone and Oscar laughs at my sharp tone.

“Just checking in on Lando for Zak,” Oscar says and I look behind me and my boyfriend—like, actual boyfriend now, and smile.

“He’s been fine, ribs are still a little sore. I had him doing cardio earlier and he was faring pretty well so I—I think Jon said he can go back to training a bit earlier. He’s still coming back in Zandvoort though.” I hum, “how’s Bia faring?”

“She’s having the time of her life. I gotta start bringing her around more. You guys really would be an unstoppable duo.” Oscar laughs, “But good, Jon is off today so I’ll let Zak know to reach out to him and ask.”

“Ollie!” Lando whines and I turn.

“Yess?” I draw out as I walk to his side.

“It's negative.”

“Oh, thank fucking god.” I breathe, “That makes everything a lot easier for me.”

Oscar is quiet on the line for a few moments before asking in a small voice, “What’s negative?”

“Max’s COVID test. He’s just got the flu.” I say without thinking much of my brother's hesitance before he lets out a soft laugh.

“I thought you took a pregnancy test or something, I was about to start judging the type of cardio you’ve been doing,” Oscar says and I shout,

“Dude!”

“I feel like that’s a reasonable thing to be worried about!”

“Oh my god, we’ve only been actually dating dating for like two weeks!” I groan and Lando sends me a confused look, so I pop Oscar onto speakerphone.

“It only takes like—five minutes to make a kid!”

“Hello?!” Lando shouts and I sink to the floor in a fit of laughter, trying to bite back the volume of my laughter before Lando shouts, "Do you think I fucked your sister?!"

"No! Stop! Stop talking Lando!" Oscar shouts over the phone and now I'm hysterical on the floor in tears as Lando tries to backtrack and Oscar keeps shouting for him to just-- "Shut the fuck up, Lando!"

"Both are you are going to kill me, I'm losing it." I wheeze from where I'm now lying on the floor, Lando laughing alongside me as Oscar groans.

"First the house, now this?" He says and Lando makes some noise in the back of his throat as I manage to calm myself down enough to stand.

"What about a house?" I wipe under my eyes, leaning my head on Lando's shoulder as his arm wraps around my shoulder and he kisses my head, his fingers poking at my side and making me squirm as I push him away with a laugh.

"Nothing, love." Lando sighs, "Remember when they gave me those painkillers that made me super loopy the first night, and Oscar was watching over me?"

I nod, remembering how halfway through my grocery trip he had to call me because Lando was so loopy he thought that I was gone forever. And he had literally cried tears of joy when I answered Oscar's phone call.

"Well, I kinda... oh my god this is so embarrassing." Lando sighs and Oscar tells him he now has to tell the story and Lando hides his face in my hair as he recounts, "I was looking at apartments in London for us."

"Stop, oh my god." I whine, turning to Lando so I can kiss his cheeks and his forehead, pulling him down when he tries to move back so I can't, "That's so cute."

"No, it's embarrassing." He grumbles and I laugh, pulling him closer and kissing along his jaw and then the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

"I wouldn't mind that," I murmur to him and his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, his hands find my waist and he presses a kiss to my lips.

"Ew, I don't like that I can hear him kiss you over the phone." Oscar groans, "I'm hanging up now, don't do anything too strenuous."

"Fuck you, Oscar!" I laugh as the call hangs up, Lando keeping his arms firmly around my waist. We sit in silence for a few moments before his hand ghosts up the side of my neck to take my jaw in his palm, thumb hooking on my chin to pull me down to look at him.

"Would you seriously not mind?" He asks softly and I grin, leaning over to pop a quick kiss on his lips.

"Getting to have you with me every day?" I bring our foreheads together, his curls against my own as his hands find my waist to hold, my hands resting on his shoulders as I grin and flutter my eyes closed, "That's paradise."

"I'll literally buy one right now, don't even test me." He groans, pulling me closer and I laugh.

"Let's get Zandvoort out of the way first, yeah?"

JULY 28TH, TWITTER ↴

AUGUST 27TH, THE NETHERLANDS ↴

Luckily for me, I made it into the paddocks long before any media people. Max welcomes me with a slap on the back as I welcome him to his home race, and then I'm greeted by the Ferrari drivers once again as Checo laughs at my bewildered expression.

"I'm gonna tell the Tifosi on you both." I huff, but let both Charles and Carlos wrap me in tight hugs of congratulations as we laugh. Once the two are carted off to go do their actual jobs, I get settled in my chair and glance down at my desk before laughing.

A vase of freshly cut flowers and a little cup of coffee sits there, waiting for me, and I turn to look at Max who just grins.

"He's determined." Is all Max says before slipping away as he's called over to get dressed. I laugh and send Lando a quick thank you message, before taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee and settling down to finally get back into gear.

"Welcome back," A voice chimes and I glance up to see Christian in the doorway. I offer him a small smile and a nod.

"Good to be here." Is all I say in reply.

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Lando and Max seriously just want to kill each other in these cars. Max takes the win at his home race by some insignificantly small number, they had to literally watch multiple playbacks to see who crossed first, which means Lando is still in good running for World Champion. Luckily, somehow a mix of car issues and the pure energy from Oscar, Charles, Checo, and Carlos managed to keep Max in P2 for most races, leveling out the chances for Lando to recover his lost points.

As soon as most drivers have returned to their paddocks, I'm mid-packing up when I'm ushered off by Logan, who finished P6. He quite literally hoists me off my feet and carries me into the crowd for the podium. A few other drivers lag back, and I look over to Oscar, who'd finished P4 behind Charles.

"Where's Lando?!" Logan shouts over my head at Oscar, who points, and then leans over to me.

"Here's that kiss they promised you'd have to do," He shouts in my ear and I laugh as the two lift me so I can be partially over the barrier holding back the audience from the racers. I wave Lando down and he laughs, slipping away from a reporter as he finishes an interview. Biting off his glove as he walks over, he drops it into his helmet and then grabs my jaw with that now gloveless hand, pulling me into his lips for a quick peck. I don't let him leave though, grabbing his jaw and pulling him back in for a few more deeper kisses.

Oscar cheers and Logan laughs before Lando secures one arm around me to pull me over the barrier. Logan and Oscar immediately hop over after me.

There's warmth in my chest as Lando keeps his hand on my lower back, pulling me through the crowd of drivers and up to where Max and Charles stand. A giddy excitement thrums across my skin.

I could do this forever.

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[ch3rryc4ndy]

Knee Socks

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Pairing - haechan x fem reader (ft. Doyoung, taeil and talks about sungchan)

Genre - Smut

Summary - No matter how many warnings and scoldings haechan got from doyoung, he can’t seem to stay away from you. Doyoung being the protective brother he was told all the members you were off limits since day one but the rules end up going down the drain after a heated argument between you and haechan.

Warnings - language, arguing, choking, unprotected sex, pet names (doll, baby), hickeys, semi pervy hyuck, teasing, dry humping, biting

⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ

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“Oh really? I’m the bitch?” You hiss with a pointed finger back at yourself “yeah you are” haechan scoffs as he starts to walk away from you trying to conceal the smile that was forming on his lips.

“What the hell is going on now” doyoung sighs as him and taeil walk into the living room “asshole” you whisper under your breath in anger.

Haechan was one to know how to get under your skin in the most irritating ways possible. He would tease and start useless arguments with not only you but anyone who he wants to annoy.

It was obvious to everyone that he especially enjoyed pressing your buttons whenever he had the chance. You never understood why until one day you over heard doyoung cussing out haechan. 

“You can be her friend sure but nothing more, she’s my sister hyuck be reasonable” was the sentence that you caught clear as day. You wouldn’t lie and say you’ve never thought about haechan being more than a friend but even you knew doyoung would go crazy.

“Stop arguing already geez” taeil groans as he plops down next to you “me and doyoung are going to go buy some food, wanna come?” Taeil smiles.

“No thanks, I have somewhere to be soon. I’ll come by later if I have a chance tho” you nod and get up from the couch as you make your way to doyoung.

“See you later” you wave to your overly cautious brother who was hoping you wouldn’t change your mind and stay at the apartment alone with haechan.

Although you never told anyone you somewhat had a crush on haechan, doyoung wasn’t stupid and noticed the small difference in the way you interacted with him vs the other members.

“Where are you going?” Doyoung asks with a smile as haechan perks up at the question. His back was facing you as he made himself a snack “a date” you coo, taeil turns back quickly at your words and haechan almost drops the knife he was using.

“A date?! With who?” Taeil coos with his eyebrows wiggling “some guy from school but anyways I have to go get ready see you guys later” you mutter trying to get away from the questions and interrogating that were soon to happen.

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You made it back home and got ready as soon as you stepped foot into your apartment. After what felt like hours of getting ready you rummage through your bag for your phone to check the time. 

After pouring everything that you had inside your bag onto the counter and rummaging through the mess you realize you never put your phone into your bag. “Fuck” it became clear that you left your phone at the boys dorms.

You get your things and make your back to the dorm. Annoyed and a little angry that you could forget such a thing. You knock a few times and hear no response. You knock louder in frustration as you wondered why doyoung wasn’t answering the door.

“Yeah yeah Im coming” you hear a groggy voice from behind the door whine as you stand anxiously. The door opens and to your surprise your faced with a shirtless messy haired haechan.

His eyes widen as he notices the outfit you had on “I forgot my phone” you smile awkwardly as you try and make your eyes look everywhere but his chest “u- uh yeah come in” he mutters as he moves aside.

You quickly walk to the couch, throwing the pillows around and sliding your hands inside the cracks to make sure your phone didn’t manage to slip between them.

You get on your knees and look under the couch but get faced with nothing but a chip from last nights snacking. “Do you know where my phone is?” You sigh as you sit up on your knees and look over at haechan in desperation “no” he shrugs with a head shake.

Haechan is leaning on the kitchen counter, watching your every move as you lean down just enough for your skirt to lift ever so slightly. His mind going blank as he sees the pair of white panties peering past the fabric of your skirt.

He asks himself questions he knew would land him 6 feet under ground if doyoung found out. The longer he thought to himself the dirtier his thoughts got. They went from “is she loud in bed?” to “I wonder how’d she look with spit running down her chin as I fuck that smart mouth”

His thoughts getting more detailed as he drifts off into his imagination.

He noticed the tight black knee high socks squeezing around your thighs, they made his chest heavy and foggy headed. Your shirt revealing the perfect amount of cleavage to drive him crazy. 

“Haechan!” You yell with a slight smile on your face. You knew he was staring and you didn’t care. You might’ve even arched your back an unnecessary amount when looking for your phone. It was torture for you just as much as it was for him.

His face turns a soft shade of pink as he realizes he’s just been caught “were you peeking under my skirt?!” You gasp trying to sound surprised.

“Wh- what no no I was lost in my thoughts” haechan smiles awkwardly as he turns around and walks into his room quickly.

“Have you really not seen my phone? The last time I remember having it was on the couch when we were arguing” you sigh following close behind him.

“Y/n I don’t have your phone oh my god” he groans as he sits on the edge of his bed. Your eyes scan around his room, the shelves full of vinyls and cds you’ve grown to know far too well from the times haechan wasn’t a complete ass making you smile.

When the both of you weren’t bickering at each other like an old married couple you spent a few hours in his room listening to music and talking about each others day. But those sweet moments have been happening much less due to the amount of arguing that happens between the two of you.

“Who’s the guy?” Haechan asks casually, his hands on his sides as he tries to keep his eyes up to yours. “Like I said a guy from school”

He fails to hide his disapproval as he sighs “why?” You smile as he bites down on his lip harshly. Right as haechan was about to say something, you heard a familiar ding from inside his nightstand.

Both of you perk up at the sound, your eyes shifting towards the small grey nightstand in confusion. “Sorry that’s my phone” haechan chuckles as he gets up in a rush.

You get to it first and open it and to your surprise there lays your phone with text messages from your date and dozens of calls from doyoung. “YOU LYING PIECE OF SHI-” You yell, getting cut off mid sentence by haechan shushing you with an eye roll.

“Fuck you” you scoff as he stares at you with a blank expression. “Oh yeah? I’m the liar right?” He scoffs “what the hell does that mean?”

“You said the guy you were going on a date with was from school. It’s sungchan. Did you suddenly forget he’s a member of Nct too?” Haechan hisses.

“You know how doyoung would act ok. He asked me out and I haven’t had a date in months so what? I’m the bad one for wanting to go on ONE date?”

“You’d risk doyoung finding out and getting angry at you for sungchan?” He shakes his head in a tsk “Well it isn’t like I have a line of people asking me out now do I hyuck? He’s respectful, not once has he done anything to piss me off and he’s also is the first guy to ask me out on a REAL date in a long time. Sorry if that makes me a bad person”

“What if I asked you on a date? Would you go on one with me?” Haechan smiles. You freeze, taken back by his question, your eyes furrow in confusion. “What?”

“If I asked you out on a date right now would you say yes?” He shrugs

“I- I don’t know” you mutter awkwardly as you try and hide the pink tint on your cheeks “would you say yes?” He asks again, this time in a stern tone. His lips curling into a smile as he watches your cheeks burn brighter.

“Maybe” you shrug. Haechans eyes trialing down your thighs yet again.

He couldn’t help but think about how you’d feel wrapped around his shoulders as he buried his face deep into your pussy. He was almost salivating at the thought. His name spilling out of your mouth in that breathy way you do whenever you were trying to catch your breath after a long workout.

“Maybe?” He replied. Your eyes trailing down his abdomen and quickly looking at the imprint on his grey sweats. Your eyes shoot back up to his eyes and to your surprises he was watch you.

He smiled to himself, satisfied that you couldn’t help but admire him too. “Come” he gestures you closer. You stand infront of him, his legs spread as you stand between them “tell me you don’t want me” he hums.

“W- what?”

“Tell me you don’t want me at all. You don’t want to go on a date, you don’t find me attractive, you don’t think of me, and tell me you like sungchan better than me.”

“Why would I say that? I’d be lying” you say to yourself but soon come to realize you just said it out loud by the way haechans eyes grow dark “You’d be lying? You think of me?”

You feel a rush of confidence rush through you as you take in the situation. His hands almost touching your thighs as his legs almost touch yours. His hands on his knees as his thumbs tap the sides of your knees ever so slightly.

“I do, you’d be surprised”

“Oh yeah? How’d I be surprised?” He smiles with a tilt of his head “I think about you so much hyuck” you purr as you move closer. Your legs now touching his as his hands instinctively move towards your hips as he looks up at you.

Haechan debates with himself in his head. Should he pull you onto his lap and finally kiss you or back away and follow doyoungs rules. The angel on his left says no but the devil on his right shoulder is louder.

You can tell he’s debating what to do so you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Haechan shivers at the contact of your hands on his naked body. That’s when he gave in, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you roughly onto his lap.

You gasp at the sudden movements letting a low whine out as you feel his hands rubbing up your thighs. His lips fighting the urge to latch onto your neck and hear how sweet you’d sound.

“What if doyoung and taeil get back? We didn’t even lock the door” you grow worried as you look back at the door that was wide open. Haechan lifts you with him, your legs wrap around his waist as he got up and closed the door locking it.

“Better now?” He coos as he sits back onto the bed. You nod as your eyes move down to his lips. His puffy pink lips glossed in his saliva. You instinctively licked your lips, biting them softly as you wondered how he’d taste.

Haechan chuckles to himself, his hand snakes onto the nape of your neck, pulling you down into a soft kiss. The kiss felt different that others you’ve had, the softness of the kiss was intoxicating mixed with the neediness that both of you were trying to hide made everything even more heated.

No words come out of either of you. Frustrated moans and whines spilling out instead as you pulled back from the kiss. Saliva stringing from both of your mouths as you look at each other with slightly opened mouths.

“Don’t you need to get to your date?” Haechan pouts as his fingers play with your knee high socks “I’ll tell him I had an emergency”

Haechan nods at your response with a smiles, his lips moving down your jaw and latching onto your neck. He trials up your neck, pressing kisses onto multiple spots waiting for you to give the reaction he wanted.

A breathy squeal leaves you as he bite down onto your neck, he sucks and kisses the same spot after realizing the affect it had on you. Your body shivers and jerks back as he moans onto you, the vibration making you squirm on his lap.

He groans at the feeling of your clothed pussy rubbing onto his cock “baby” he whines as he pulls back softly. “If you keep doing that…” he shakes his head in a groan.

“What will happen if I keep doing it?” You tease as you rub yourself onto his lap, the pace slow and soft as you hold onto his shoulders. “Keep doing it and find out”

You smile and take it as a challenge. You sit up lightly and take your panties off, making sure he couldn’t see anything yet. He moans quietly as you drop them down to his feet.

Your pace picks up again, this time a feeling much more intense rushes through you as you feel the warm cloth of his sweats hugging his cock as you press yourself onto him. You curse under your breath as you feel how thick he was, his hands on your hips as he looks down at you as you hug onto his chest.

His body heats up at the sight playing out in front of him. The soft whines you let out mixed with the sensation of your fingers digging into his skin making him whimper.

“Need to feel you” you whine as you tug at his waist band.

Haechan stops your pace, his hands wrapping around your waist to lift you off a bit, allowing him to kick his sweats off as he lays back onto his headboard. He turns to his left and rummages through his nightstand as you sit on his upper legs, he pulls out a condom in anticipation.

He holds it up with two fingers and a raised eyebrow “no no I don’t want it I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you, need you to cum in me” you whine with a hint of desperation.

He smiles at your words “you sure doll? No condom?”

“We can use it if you want” you nod as you take his question as a hint that he wanted to use one “no no no trust me I don’t need it but I just want to make sure you’re 100% certain”

“I am haechan 100%”

He smiles at how beautiful you look in this moment. Your eyes droopy from need and cheeks tinted pink as you looked down at him pleading to fuck you raw. “Good” he hums as he presses a kiss onto your lips, the kiss lasting a few seconds before he pulls back and latches back down to your neck.

You whine in need as you press your warm cunt onto his cock. Haechan almost chokes on his spit as he feels how wet you were, his length buried between your folds as you rub yourself onto him slowly.

You try and adjust yourself onto him properly but he keeps you in place “don’t rush” he purrs as he sucks onto your neck harshly.

Haechan loved to tease, it was kind of his speciality. He loved the way you looked whenever he would adjust himself and give you false hope “please haechan”

You pleaded a few times but that only seemed to make him keep up the teasing. “Need to be patient” he shakes his head. Haechan tries his best to ignore the needy pleads as you beg and moan his name.

You pull his head back lightly taking him by surprise, kissing him roughly as you scatter kisses all over his face. Your lips pressing a kiss onto each of his moles as his eyes close shut in hopes to control himself.

You pull back slowly, taking in the soft glow of his skin “All bruised up baby” he coos as he points at the purple marks he left scattered across your neck. “Gonna make sure everyone knows who gave these to you” he purrs as he adjusts himself, coating his tip before pushing into you softly.

Haechan let’s out a shaky moan as he feels your warm walls squeeze him tightly. His eyes close shut in pleasure as he slams you onto his lap.

Your mind going blank as you take in the feeling of his cock stretching you out, filling you full as he bites down onto your shoulder “Feel so good” haechan breathily moans as his fingers pierce your hips.

His hard slams making your eyes roll back as he fucks you fill of his cock. Your stomach turns into knots as your stomachs starts to clench from the perfect angle he was fucking you in.

One of his hands on your hip and the other besides your arm, pounding you harshly onto his lap. All you could do was bounce along with his thrusts, shaky moans slipping from you as he sloppily kisses your neck to muffle his moans.

Your eyes completely foggy from tears as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax. His manhandling of you making you even wetter as one of his hands wraps around your throat.

“Making such a mess doll” he shakes his head in a smile as he looks down at his lap “h- Haech- Haechan”

“Yeah?” He hums as he slams you harder onto his lap. The sound of wet skin slapping and breathy moans filling the room. Each of his hard thrusts making your voice hitch as he hugs you onto his chest for a better grip.

“I- I’m c-“ you try and spit out but your words coming out a scrambled mess “ you’re gonna cum doll? Already?” He mocks in a pout. You nod your head groggily as he smiles at your reply.

“Let it out, I got you baby” he purrs into my ear as his eyes drift down to your knee highs. He was so lost in pleasure he completely forgot you had them on, he’s always had a thing for thick thighs so when you showed up to the empty dorm in them while he was alone he knew he would either fuck himself in his hand later or finally get to do what he’s been wanting to do which was you.

A shaky cry spilling from your mouth as you clench around him. His hand slapping onto your mouth to quiet your loud cries. Your pussy growing louder as your wetness drips downs your leg and onto his lap. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you ride out your orgasm.

Tears start to stream down your cheeks as he fucks you through your orgasm “so perfec-“ haechan hisses as he feels your warm cunt pulse around him. His eyes roll back in ecstasy as he cums inside you for the first time.

His mind goes dizzy and his thoughts go blank as your sticky walls take him perfectly. Both of you breathing heavily as he drops down onto the bed with you in his arms.

The only sound inside the room are heavy breaths and quiet moans as you both come down from your orgasms.

“I think I might’ve left too many hickeys” haechan chuckles with concern as he takes in the amount of purple bruises on your neck and chest. “I can use makeup” you shrug as his hands run through your hair.

His warmth making you feel safer than you’ve ever been, your heartbeats syncing, and your breaths slowing as both of you take in each others warmth.

Haechan cuts the silence with one question.

“How do we explain this to doyoung”

[sunohws]

fuck you - choi yeonjun

pairing: sub!yeonjun x dom!male!reader

synopsis: You find out Yeonjun has a degradation kink after an argument.

genre (w/tags): smut, minors dni.. degrading, semi-public sex, college au

word count: 0.8k words

a/n: yeonjun. i finally made smth for yeonjun. I CRIED FOR 2 DAYS JUST FOR THIS TO BE LIKE 800 WORDS. IM SO ASHAMED. I WANTED TO MAKE SMTH LONH AND UNFORGETTABLE FOR YEONJUN BUT I CANT CUS I GET FRUSTRATED..

im sorry its so short..

"You are so annoying, you know that?"

"Maybe you should cry about it."

"I don't know how you're even allowed to walk into this fucking college with that peanut brain."

"No swearing please Mr. Kim!" The teacher piped in, though she knew both students were much too caught up in their argument to listen to anyone.

"Oh my god, did you get any love as a child?"

"Apparently much more than you did."

"What shoes your mom got on?"

"Are you trying to get killed?"

"Try, you fucking lunatic."

"I'm not all bark like you are Babyboy I don't recommend saying shit like that."

"Oh, I'm so scared."

"Mr. Choi and Mr. Kim, would you please sit back down? I'd like to continue my class."

The looks she received was enough to nod her head and sit herself down, letting them continue. The entire class even looked entertained.

"You are just so entirely pathetic it's hard to even look at you."

"Oh really?"

Yeonjun looked a little taken aback, spitting out a "yes? you're so hopeless." You gave him an amused look, challenging almost. You leaned down, face coming terribly close to Yeonjun's ear so that no one else could possibly see what you were saying.

"Then why are you hard?" You whisper, lingering there for a second to watch Yeonjun's face go red. He sat down, faced forward, and told the teacher to continue with class. "Finally." She huffed, carrying out the lesson. Yeonjun put his head down on his desk, realizing he was actually hard. 'What the hell,' he thought.

He heard you laughing quietly, you were way too amused by this situation. Soon class ended, and Yeonjun was too embarrassed to say absolutely anything as he tried to silently leave the class. He checked to make sure you weren't following him, then slipped into an old janitor's closet. 'God I wish there was a lock on this fucker.'

He tried to go behind some buckets and such against the wall so if anyone did enter, he wouldn't automatically be caught. Yeonjun attempted to quietly palm himself, using majority of his brain power to not think about you. Maybe he really liked arguing. Maybe he really liked being littered with insults by a very gorgeous boy with rings and piercings and a soothing voice.

"So, yeonjunie has a degradation kink, hm?" Yeonjun's eyes flew open, seeing you standing tauntingly in front of him. "I don't have a-" You moved forward suddenly, flicking Yeonjun's chin up to meet your eyes. Your knee pressed in between his thighs.

"I really never took you for a slut, you know? You can't even stop yourself from moaning my name." Yeonjun choked on a moan, his head rolling back against the wall. "It just happened, okay? I would never like you like that you fucking creep" Your knee pressed against him more making Yeonjun's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"You seem to be enjoying this a lot." You leaned in further, "Are you okay with this?" He eagerly nodded yes of course, finally admitting he wanted it. "Tell me if i go too far, please." You pulled Yeonjun forward to connect their lips, bringing their bodies as close as possible to each other.

Yeonjun grabbed at your hand to force it onto his own throat, you got the message and lightly gripping his throat. You brought your other hand to palm at Yeonjun's dick that was still hanging out for some reason. Yeonjun whined loudly, his head banging against the wall roughly every time he threw it back.

"You like pain too, hm, whore?" You said against his skin, biting on the soft flesh. Yeonjun couldn't stop shivering and groaning. You slowly lowered yourself onto your knees, starting to pump at the base. "How pathetic, you're so hard for me?"

Yeonjun moaned purely at the words; tears were streaming down his face already from the stimulation. "Do you want me to suck your sad little cock, hm?" He nodded vigorously. "Words, Yeonjun."

"Yes, please! please y/n" He choked out. You slowly put the entire length into his mouth, Yeonjun rendered speechless as the moan was caught in his throat. You started to go faster, bobbing up and down until you could feel the back of your throat being hit. You gripped his thighs harshly, using all your might to bottom out each time.

"Oh my- oh my god, im-" Yeonjun suddenly came into your mouth, feeling embarrassed and scared that you might not have wanted that. Though, you swallowed every drop possible, wiping your chin and licking it off while making eye contact. You liked the bittersweet taste. Yeonjun swore he could get hard purely off of that sight alone, but he was still trying to catch his breath.

You re-did the black-haired boys' pants, making sure he was clean and okay to go back to class. Yeonjun brought their lips together again for a slower kiss once you got up. 

"Fuck you." he spat, though smiling slightly. 

"Name a time and place." you laughed, smiling as he left the closet. 

I FINALLY WROTE SMTH FOR YEONJUN...

[boysinmaidoutfits]

I could have you, couldn’t I?

Part II. Part III.

Theodore Nott x Reader

Planning on making this a series, just wanted to see if anyone likes it! English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any typos! Hope you enjoy!!💚

“Hiding from me topolino?(little mouse)” he looked down at me with a sly smirk on his face, and oh damn, i knew i was in trouble. I avoided his gaze “I..i dont know what you mean.” I said, he chuckled taking my chin and lifting it up so im looking at him.”Don’t play dumb with me, cara mia” He took a step closer, i took a step back it was almost like a cat and mouse game,until my back hit the bookshelves and i found myself trapped between his arms while he was supporting himself by putting his hands on the bookshelves.His piercing gaze could burn a hole into me, his locks slightly falling into his face, his brows furrowed.”You’ve been avoiding me, why?” He asked with a slightly annoyed tone.”I haven’t” I answered and the fact that i lied even pissed him off more, he rolled his eyes his head cocking to one side, i could see he was annoyed or even angry, i could never tell. “Just tell me per l'amor del cielo(for heaven’s sake)” This time i could tell he was annoyed, his italian always came out when he was angry or annoyed. I was pissed off, but for what reason? I wasnt even quite sure.”Why the fuck do you even care?” I slightly raised my voice as I looked into his eyes anger written all over my face. “Why, why, why. What do you mean why? Can’t you see i care?” He hit the bookshelves next to me as he looked at me again”You’re important..” Thats when i knew i messed up, everyone said he never really showed his true feelings and now he did.”Theo I..” “Save it”He took a step back not even looking at me as he stormed out of the library, slamming the door shut. Was i out of my mind or did just Theodore Nott admit that I was important to him?

The day passed by in a blink of an eye, and i never once stopped thinking about Theodore, i was scanning the hallways, the classrooms for his eyes but never found them, even if i saw him he wouldn’t look at me. When i sat by the lunch table with Mattheo and the rest of his friends along with Theodore, he did the same thing. I was always with them during lunch talking and laughing with them especially with Theodore and now he literally didnt pay any attention to me and acted like I wasnt even there. Eventually i got enough and stood up heading straight to the lockers to gather my stuff so i could study in my dorm for the exams. My mind was racing with thoughts, i looked out from behind my locker door only to see him. Making out with a random girl, and i swore i saw him looking at me with a sly smirk. I slammed my door shut, now this was pissing me off, i felt angry and disappointed, i knew that i would always be his best friend’s little sister and he would never look at me any other way but one thing was certain, i knew i wanted to change that. And the perfect opportunity came as tomorrow was the day of the annual Halloween party of the year and it was the perfect chance a girl could ever get to seduce Theodore Nott.

[piratefishmama]

For dialogue prompts #6 with Steddie pls!!!!

Writing Prompts | No longer accepting new prompts

06.  “I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?”

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“I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?” Steve startled upright at the voice behind him, turning, his hands and the thing within them flying behind his back out of sight, he found himself looking a little downward to the judgmental gaze of two of the three members of Corroded Coffin. The one in the middle, Gareth, being the one who’d spoken.

How did he, the King of Hawkins High know of Corroded Coffin pray tell? Not important. Definitely wasn’t the painful crush he had on their magnanimous ring leader that’d had him lingering incognito at a gig at The Hideout every now and then despite it definitely not being his scene. Definitely wasn’t that. It wasn’t like he had clothes hidden in the guest room’s loft space so he could attend those gigs and blend in for that exact reason, definitely wasn’t THAT.

“Uhhh... nothing.” Nothing. Gareth raised a single brow. Nothing. “Seriously, man, nothing. What’s it to you anyway?”

“That’s Eddie’s locker, dude. He’s our friend. The hell are you doing at it? Were you trying to break in or something?”

“No” well that was believable. Fuck, why didn’t he get one of the little buttheads to do this. It’d have been easier for them! Nobody knew who they were, would have probably been mistaken for random freshmen. His face was known. He was known in Hawkins High, and he really hadn’t thought that anyone would still be there that late in the evening.

Stupid nerd clubs running late.

“Alright, I changed my mind, I absolutely do know that I wanna know the answer. What the hell are you doing to Eddie’s locker, and don’t say nothing cause I saw you fuckin with the lock, so what is it, Harrington? If this is some kind of practical joke, then cut it the fuck out, he’s never done shit to you, so leave him the fuck alone.” Maybe Eddie had verbally abused them from lunch tables once or twice, but he’d never messed with lockers or hurt any of them.

The basketball team definitely hadn’t shared his hesitance to declare war either, always doing shit unprovoked.

“I’m not—shit, I’m not doing anything bad, Jesus, could you just… I dunno… trust me? and not say anything to Eddie maybe, that you saw me here?” God he was so not sneaky, he was the worst possible ninja ever, the duo only looked more suspicious. “Ugh, look, it’s none of your actual business why I’m here, just… just move on, and uh… forget you saw me. please. I’ll buy you lunch for the next month.”

“Now that’s just extra suspicious” the other one piped up, Jeff the backup guitarist “you think our loyalty to our friend can be bought, Harrington? Cause it can’t, we can afford our own lunches.” Their parents paid for them basically. “So spill it, what do you have in your hands?”

“I have nothing in my hands, look. Im gonna go, I’m just gonna go, so lets just forget you saw me.”

“Or we could tell Eddie we saw you lurking at his locker so he c—”

“No!” Steve grabbed Gareth as the boy tried to start for the door, “No, nope, don’t do that. Why would you do that?”

“Cause you’re being really fucking suspicious and get off the threads, man.” Gareth shoved Steve’s hand away from his jacket “he has a right to know if he’s about to get punked. Especially if he hasn’t done anything to earn it.” Eddie could be pretty fuckin annoying at times sure, especially toward the basketball team, but he’d never done anything to Steve.  

“He’s not about to get punked, Jesus. That’s not—I wasn’t going to—that’s not it. Okay? It’s not. It’s just… I just—” Gareth’s eyes dipped down just in time to spot a box in Steve’s other hand, peeking out from behind his back, wrapped in red with black ribbon… his eyes narrowed “I just—” Steve was obviously grasping at straws, clearly about two seconds from panic if his tone was anything to go by, the choppy speech, the broken sentences.

Gift wrapped box. Sneakily snuck into Eddie’s locker. The date. The day it’d be tomorrow. Holy shit.

Jeff seemed to catch that lightbulb moment at the exact same moment as Gareth did because they both burst out with “It’s YOU!!” At the same time, clearly scaring the shit out of Steve who jumped back in surprise, back hitting the metal of the lockers.  

Gareth continued though “you’re the one that leaves him presents every holiday!! That’s you!” Steve’s eyes widened, clearly just about to deny any involvement when Gareth continued with “oh my god, that’s YOU?! Dude. Oh my god. Dude. Eddie’s gonna flip—”

“You can’t tell him, man” Jeff seemed to catch on quicker though, punching Gareth in the arm as if he’d done something wrong. “We can’t, that’s just… not right, dude.”

“Eddie’s not an asshole, Jeff, c’mon, he deserves to kno—"

“Nope. It’s not cool, man. Even if Eddie’s not an asshole, if Steve wants to tell him, then Steve can tell him, but until then? No. It’s not fair to take that choice from him. How would you feel if you were in his place?” Gareth seemed to consider that for a moment before his whole body deflated.

“Ugh, fine. You’re right, why are you right? Who said you could be the grown up, man, Jesus.” Gareth then turned back to the deer in headlights gaze of Steve Harrington “Alright, man. We won’t tell Eddie. He changed his combo to nine nine nine if you didn’t already know, but I swear if that’s not some real tasty chocolate or some other nice thing that’ll make him feel all gooey tomorrow, we tell Eddie exactly who left it there, and he can corner you himself, got it?”

“…Got it. You uh… you won’t tell anyone else… right?”

“Nah” Jeff answered for him “We don’t tell on our own people, man. Your secrets safe.”

“Thanks. M’not… like… fully, y’know… I’m just—It doesn’t matter, will you both just… I dunno, go? Not like… not like I’m not thrilled you’re being cool but—” he was nervous enough, he didn’t need an audience watching him do something he’d always managed to be sneaky as all hell with before. Someone had to spot him eventually.

“Heh, sure thing, man. But remember, if that’s not something that makes Eddie smile tomorrow, all niceties are off. Got it?” Steve nodded quick to Jeffs warning, which seemed to be enough, because the boy moved to push Gareth toward the doors, away from the scene of Steve’s little holiday crimes, leaving him there to finish up and disappear into the night back to his castle.

Both hopeful, and thankfully thrilled when they attended school the next day, to find Eddie, excitedly bouncing on his heels by his locker with a box of fancy homemade chocolates, a beautiful little dice bag in his hands, and Steve Harrington, barely visible in the throng of teens bustling through the hallways, trying very hard to remain inconspicuous as he watched the reaction from a distance, hope that Eddie liked his gift in his gaze so blatantly obvious even from a distance that they couldn't believe nobody had figured him out yet.

Someday. They figured. Given how determined Steve was to remember every single holiday... someday. They'd find each other properly someday. But until that day...

Eddie had a really cool new dicebag to show off to them.

[jacedified]

things i cant stop thinking about !!

most of this is going to imperium related so enjoy my brain turning mwah

also pls ignore my mid sentence rambling i have a serious problem

warnings: gore/mentions of death , violence , imperium , swearing :D , adult with internet access cant shut up

- yandere caller being a shade

(someone said this on a hc list and now im actively running with it)

- sams eyes being brown

(as a brown eye haver i know he misses them dearly and i wnna give him the worlds sweetest biggest longest hug)

- the idea of gavin “slicing” peoples threads for kody in imperium

(forcing my husband ((i need therapy im married to a fictional incubus)) to do such acts simply because you want to you sick freak ILL FUCKING KILL U- oh wait gavin already did xoxo kiss my ass from hell kody)

- the look on kodys face at the end of it all

(as previously stated i wanted that man dead.. i just wanna make sure hes actually gone yknow)

- what asher’s smile looked like when him and david were together (imperium)

(knowing that david was gone, hearing the random audience member asking for david to be alive and left alone in the first imperium video, knowing they were mates, knowing how heartbroken asher was after his death i just wanna see them happy maann ((it feels criminal to use emojis on tumblr)) 😭😭)

- if lasko calling freelancer “my dear” when you first met him in the haven was a sneak peek for his later ((is the word prime for like normal redacted universe characters i can’t remember, like prime lasko yada yada)) listeners name

- if no one was watching gavin WOULD HE HAD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IMP!HUXLEY???

(the amount of shit talking hux did when freelancer and gavin first get to the haven had me ready to fight in an instant ((it mightve just been my overwhelming adoration for gavin but still)) like he was acting like an annoying jock who gets a job as security for some fuck ass rich university and thinks hes on top of the world like dont piss me off huxley or damien gets it in the other universe so help me god)

- is anyone else as attracted to the tension between vincent and asher in imperium as i am..

(i have no words for how “yippee kicking my feet happy smiley kiss now kiss now what if u kissed rn” i was when asher and vincent are talking but also i feel like pet ((is that vincents listeners name or vegas I CANT REMEMBER PLS)) was behind a door listening in and getting jealous bc “that should be me holding your hand..”

… excuse the outburst)

- vampire milo.. thats all

(GAWD hes so hot like he always is and always has been but jesus FUCKING christ theres something about him having been a vamp did something to me that i cant even explain)

- what was avior saying to lasko to make him irritated with him..

(i mean yeah hes a yapper but i feel like it was just “hey we need help down here” and lasko rolling his eyes and waiting two weeks before actually doing anything)

- WHERE TF IS ELLIOT WHERE TF IS SUNSHINE CAN I BEAT BLAKES ASS??

- what would have happened had milo not broken the ward

(again someone else mentioned this ((i would tag them but it was 6hrs ago and i was just scrolling and reading)) and now i cant stop thinking about it)

- what is avior hearing in his last video

(its been a while since ive actually listened to aviors playlist again but there was a voice or sounds he was hearing after getting out of the meridian and its just been on my mind)

- gavin having a myspace account

(he would love myspace i just know he would and i feel like he’d be an avid tumblr user but like its just him posting his favorite pics of himself from the week and updates on whatever small pet him and freelancer would very obviously inevitably get bc he saw it in a pet store or on the street and couldnt resist)

- what happens when freelancer gets old..

(freelancer is just that.. a freelancer. they arent a vamp, or a demon, or even some secret third thing.. what happens to them and gav when they get old. have they had that talk yet? i shouldnt think about this bc it makes me spiral into a bucket of tears and sadness bc its the same thing with sam and darlin’ like we wont know what theyll do when their partners get old and they are still young and immortal.. sigh 😔)

- can i cut the meridian open with a knife if i tried?

(how thin is the meridian? how easy is it to access? how long would it take me to literally stab it open? ((i have serious issues)) )

- imp!damien..

(yea i have a crush on him or whatever nothing crazy)

- is the person asher catches in imperium baabe or is it just random listener #18683 ?

(obviously my first thought when i listened to imperium like a year ago i thought baabe nd asher would be together ((i was delusional and on an asher high)) but then when it was revealed that he and david were mates in that universe did that mean baabe just doesnt exist or are they the person that gets caught by him or again some secret third thing)

- what happens to angel in the mess that is imperium, honestly what happens to all the shaw pack listeners

(obviously sweetheart is left out of this equation bc them and milo are still happily obsessed with each other in every universe BUT angel, baabe, and darlin where yall at??)

- WHERE ARE THE AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE EMPATHY DEMONS IN IMPERIUM UNIVERSE??

(this just popped into my mind but WHERE IS MY SON?? what have u done with my son WHERE IS MY SON??!!?)

- is anyone else as obsessed with just erik and his mind?

(that handsome blessing to my youtuber universe.. i could listen to him babble for hours and will do so bc it feeds my “listening to nerdy man babble on abt his fixations” quota)

- what imperium versions of characters do people prefer over their counterparts

(personally i prefer imp! huxley, damien, and vincent over their prime versions ((still dont know if im using the term prime in the right context)) idk what it is but well i know what it is for huxley and damien but we dont need to get into why i dont like hux and dames rn :D but for vincent i just like seeing a different version of him i think.. hes so confident with his decisions, and knows what he wants in imperium i just want that for regular vince too.. sigh)

uhh anyways.. i think thats enough thinking for now, going back to sleep

stay safe out there

[lunatic-fandom-space]

You know what its past midnight Im gonna make a post critisising acotar despite never having the read the series, the only book of SJMs ive actually read was crescent city but I spend a lot of time in anti acotar circles bc its fun being a little hater sometimes and I think I know enough by now to atleast critise some of the themes. I definitely know more about this series than I should, like I know about that immortal horse whose horse wife tragically died in horse childbirth and then Im pretty sure he died of horse sadness. And yet, despite cari can read being pretty good at explaining magic shit, I still dont know what the hell syphons are or why illyrians have them or why they matter so you really never stop learning huh

Anyway, I wanted to talk about the misogyny within the universe of acotar because its really bad, both in the sense that its just annoying and insufferable to read about even second-hand and in the sense that its badly written. The thing that inspired this was this short piece of flashfiction by @feynessupremacy about an unnamed girl from the hewn city being married off and having a horrible time living in this endless cycle of misogynistic abuse that her mom is still in and that her dauggters will end up in, all powerless to do anything against this kind of systemic sexism. I thought it was good and made its intended point pretty well but it also made me once again realize how borderline comical this series portrayal of misogyny is

Like, okay, once again, I have not read these books myself but it very much seems like the sexism in this world just materialized in the second book, from the summaries Ive watched it straightup seems like it was just not there in the first book. I mean hell, the entire plot hinges on the fact that Tamlin was sending all these fae disguised as fucked up creatures out so that they would hopefully be killed by a woman so she could break the curse, which implies that women being hunters was pretty normal. (Also, dont come at me with any kind of "oh, it doesnt specify the gender of the person who needs to break the curse a guy couldve done it as well", sjm is too insufferably heteronormative to consider that)

So basically what Im saying is, from my perspective it very much seems like sjm put not only systemic misogyny but like, incredibly violent systemic misogyny to the point where women being brutalized is basically completely normal, in her fantasy series for the sake of making a man look good because hes a wittle sad :( about it sometimes which is honestly pretty funny to me

But it gets even funnier because it doesnt even seem like sexism is really a widespread thing ? Like, i have never seen anyone else directly address this but its all I can think about: in the Nightcourt, the misogyny and institutionalized violence against women is literally the worst it possibly can be with genital mutilation and everything and then in the rest of Prythian its just like, not there. There are plenty of women with political power, the queen of adriada comes to mind first, Im pretty sure I read something about a woman from the wintercourt who was in a similar position of power, its unclear to me what all these fuckin priestesses do because theres no focus on the religion at all much less the institution(s) behind that religion, but they have to have some kind of power if theyre anything like priests in our world (although tbh they seem more like nuns to me functionally just with a diffrent name), especially Ianthe who was like a high priestess and directly in charge of Feyre, who shouldve been the most powerful woman in the springcourt by virtue of being with the high lord, Amren and Mor seem to be well respected outside of the NightCourt, their only deity is the MOTHER. Sure, there arent any "official" High Ladies but if being a High Lord entails being chosen by the magic of the land or The Cauldron or The Mother or whatever other kind of magic bullshit and women just dont get to have it for some reason, is that really indicative of the broader culture being sexist, or is that just God, Who Canonically Exists being sexist? Idk about you, but Im leaning towards the latter option

Thats not even mentioning the mortal lands which seem to be ruled by queens exclusively at the time of the story taking place, or Hybern which had Amarantha and I think her sister as well be these high-ranking generals and it wasnt presented as anything unusual. Like, are you telling me that the kingdom whose only value is "we love slavery, we would like to have slavery back" is more progressive than the court of fuckin Feminist King Rhysand?? I Am Going To Turn Into The Joker

Anyway, I think thats all I have to say, please correct me if I got any of this information wrong I cannot stress enough that I have not read these books and dont plan on reading them anytime soon, atleast not in english because reading the term mate a 1000 times sounds like too much for me to bear, atleast in german theyll probably use a term like "Gefährte/in" which doesnt make me think of actual animals

[lilmissnatcat24]

i know it was meant to be a bit more slapsticky in humor, but shepard punching khalisa across three games will never not be hilarious to me

because she's the first human spectre. it's not like it's just a promotion. this was a huge deal and the council and udina all knew it was a huge deal. they knew shepard would become a household name, instantaneously. and they never ONCE think it's a good idea to give her some media training? like i get she's on a mission, but not even a crash course of hey, don't spill your guts to the press please? they just send her on her way, and the first motherfucking thing this woman does is punch a slightly annoying reporter in the face. it's so funny. like at the beginning of the game, udina and hackett and anderson are like pleading that shepard gets the nomination for the spectres. you can tell so much politicking went into that. they were like yeah, shepard is awesome. we love her. you'll be happy, i promise! and then her first official spectre interview, she fucking decks someone.

and then in me2, cerberus is in control. and they make it very clear that the ideal of shepard is just as important as shepard herself. she has a mystique around her that other people naturally rally behind. so surely this time, we'll give her some media training lessons? im sure cerberus has modules and stuff she can watch in her cabin? but no, shepard fucking books it to the citadel, doesn't even wait for khalisa to finish asking one question, and then promptly knocks her tf out. absolute comedy. if tali and garrus were at all concerned that cerberus altered her and wasn't the same shepard from two years ago, then her punching khalisa would dissuade any doubts faster than anything shepard could possibly say to them.

and i get in me3 it doesn't matter as much. like, we're at war. whole systems are falling. media training is the least of anyone's worries right now. but at least that has to be a bit of a consolation to people to see that while, yes the galaxy was falling apart, but at least shepard is still out there attacking reporters for asking mildly probing questions. pure comedy. shepard is truly ungovernable.

[iventig]

“A new recruit? What do we would need a newbie for?”

“Soap, there's no use questioning it,the decision has been made months ago.Now quit bothering me.” Price is truly annoyed. Ever since he broke the news to his team,Soap has not stopped asking about why, when, how and for what reason this new teammate will arrive to the taskforce.

“Okay,Okay,I get it at least tell us where they’re from,I mean we need to work with them at the very best of our abilities and-“

“Johnny”

Finally, freedom and peace arrived in the menacing form of Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Never, in his years of work had Price thought that peace and Ghost would occur in the same sentence within his thoughts. As he stood just a few meters away from his office,and the peaceful moments that he’d get by just getting through that door, Gaz came from behind.

“Captain,outside is -“

“what time is it Gaz?” Price asked in the most nice and calmest tone he could muster. Inside his chest panic rose, as he reminded himself of today's date. The recruit is coming today at exactly 16:15 pm

“Its 16:13, sir”

“Thanks Kyle, I need all of you to go. To your bunks,or the main hall,or somewhere else. Now.”

“Why?” again, Sergeant soap thought it was a good idea to talk again and so to break the last straw of his captain’s calmness.

“Ghost make sure this nuisance doesn’t get in my way with his stupid mouth today again, or he’ll gets to experience a whole week of outside recruitment training.Understood?”

With that Price turned on his heel and out of the sight of his teammates

“Fucking bloody muppets” he mutters as he made his way outside

“Great job, Soap.Now what?”

“I know we’re all thinking the same. So, Gaz , even if you don’t want to say it, Im going to say it.We’re going to follow him, obviously.”

Soap looked to his brothers, expecting a quick response,but none came.A minute of silence followed.

“Soap,no”

“C’mon L.t, I know you give more fucks about this as you let on,so if nobody’s going to stop me,I’ll be following my Captain.”

With that he to turned in a over dramatic way just as Price did three minutes ago, and got to follow his captain way outside.

“This godforsaken scottish bastard.A’right ill better follow him and get him back before the captain does, if anyone asks for me tell’em i’m dead or drunk. Thanks sergeant Garrick.”

And so Gaz now stood alone in front of his superiors office door , neither knowing how to react to the oder given or the situation that had just occurred, while he simply wanted to inform his captain of the helicopter sighted near the base. So, he decided, he will do as told by both his Lieutenant and Captain Price, staying right where he was and tell anyone who asked that the Captain is on his Period,Ghost is drunk and Sergeant McTavish turned feral.

A rather peaceful start for them, Garrick thought.

In the helicopter, a young man looked down at his wrist, the watch showing exactly 16:14.

In exactly one minute the helicopter should land,he’d get off his seat, take his duffel bag and backpack, depart the helicopter and meet the Task force 141, under command by the British army and the CIA. He would meet his new colleagues and captain, staying with them for a exactly three months before He would be seated in this exact position, back to his home country and comrades.in exactly 45 seconds he would be on time, he thought, in 46 he would be late.

He hated being late, he despised the thought of being where he was supposed to be even a millisecond late.He knew how much could change within a single minute or even second. His time out in the fields made it even mir obvious to him, how important it was to be accountable, accurate and quick. He dreaded the thought of being late, as he knew, the seconds one waste, may be the last of anothers life

How long are thirty seconds really?

He looked down at his watch, he laughed. It was a quick moment of bitter happiness filled by empty thoughts.

29…28….27

The Helicopter landing and the small ruckus of the helicopter as it touched the ground was the only thing he felt.

16:15 exactly on time, Second.

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as long as you'd like - tangerine

Request: no Pairing:  tangerine x reader Summary:  in which lemon and tangerine finished a job, and tangerine has a place for them to stay Warnings: swearing (bc its tangerine duh), slight mentions of injuries but nothing major Word count:  1.3K A/N: ive watched bullet train twice in like 4 days and im obsessed with tangerine (hence the shit load of fic recs I reblogged) enjoy!

it had been a really long day for lemon and tangerine. sure, they got the job done and it had been closer to their home city than past jobs. because it was so close by, they’d figured it would be over quickly. but it somehow it took longer than they had anticipated. 

which is why tangerine is fighting to keep his eyes open as he’s driving. 

they’re both quiet, which is unusual. it’s probably because lemon is tired as well. tangerine knows he just wants to sleep.

the adrenaline’s worn off, there’s less people on the road, and all tangerine can think about is a bed to sleep in.

‘oi, mate, you took a wrong turn.’ comes lemon’s voice from tangerine’s left. 

tangerine’s gone off the highway earlier than usual. he’s too tired to keep on driving and he knows lemon is also exhausted, and therefore can’t take over.

‘it’s fine.’ says tangerine. ‘i know someone who lives near. we can crash there.’ 

‘who do you know?’ says lemon.

tangerine is silent for a while.

‘someone.’ he says.

‘fucking someone?’ says lemon. ‘we’re in some random fucking town cause you know someone?’

‘trust me on this.’

‘who is it?’

‘you’ll see.’

‘fucking hell, tangerine, just tell me.’

‘i said you’ll fucking see it, all right? jezus fucking christ, mate.’ 

the rest of the car ride is silent. lemon’s dozing off in the passenger seat and tangerine’s driving.

he’s driven this route many times, he could remember it with his eyes closed. there’s a reason he’s never told anyone about this - not even lemon. all to prevent attracting the wrong kind of attention. he could never be too careful, given what he does for a living.

he pulls up to an apartment complex, and lemon stirs awake. tangerine turns off the car and gets out. 

he walks toward one of the staircases leading up to the apartments.

‘where the fuck are we?’ says lemon behind him. 

‘in a minute.’ says tangerine.

‘fuck that, man. we’re at some random apartment complex in a small town we don’t fucking know, because you claim there’s someone here who you know.’ says lemon.

‘will you give it a fucking rest mate?’ says tangerine, getting annoyed at his brother. ‘we’ll be able to sleep and get a meal or whatever. we’re here, so you can stop your fucking complaining.’

they’re standing in front of one of the apartments. there’s a small window next to the door and the curtains are closed. yet a little light streams through a small gap between them.

‘we’re fucking breaking in and entering now?’ lemon whisper-shouts at tangerine.

‘it’s not fucking breaking in and entering because i’ve got a fucking key you idiot.’ says tangerine, pulling said key out of one of his pockets. ‘now will you shut up?’ 

tangerine steps forward and unlocks the door. he enters the apartment, lemon following closely behind him. after locking the door, tangerine walks further into the apartment. 

‘tangerine who the fuck lives here?’ says lemon. 

lemon looks at his brother as tangerine walks up to what looks like the living room of the apartment, where the light was coming from.

it’s not very big, there’s just enough space for a couch, a small coffee table and a tv. on the couch, underneath a pile of blankets, is the top of a head with messy hair visible. on the screen, the subtitles of a movie or tv show are rolling. 

lemon watches as tangerine’s features soften when his eyes land on the person on the couch.

tangerine walks up to the couch, pulling the blankets slightly away from the person’s face and brushing some of the hair out of the way.

‘hello, love.’ says tangerine softly. 

you slowly open your eyes, blinking a few times. the face in front of you comes into focus as you wake up, and you smile. 

‘tan.’ you say. ‘you’re back.’

you sleepily reach out your arms to him and tangerine bends down to hug you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

‘sorry for barging in here without notice, love, we just needed a place to crash and yours was closer.’ says tangerine.

‘we?’ you say, looking over his shoulder. 

it’s only then you notice there’s another man in your apartment. 

you let go of tangerine and get up from the couch, walking over to the other man.

‘hi.’ you say, holding out your hand for him to shake. ‘i’m y/n. you must be lemon?’

‘yeah.’ says lemon, clearly confused. 

‘tan’s told me a lot about you.’ you say. ‘i’m so glad we finally met.’ 

‘well, i’m sorry to say i’ve not a fucking clue who you are.’ says lemon.

you frown, turning your head to look at tangerine. 

‘you didn’t tell him about me?’ you say.

‘i told you, love, it’s safer this way.’ says tangerine, walking up to you.

‘i didn’t think the whole “not telling anyone about our relationship” thing also applied to your own brother.’ you say. 

‘i’m sorry i’m a little lost here, who exactly are you?’ says lemon.

‘she’s my girl, mate.’ says tangerine, wrapping an arm around your waist.

‘you’ve got a girlfriend and you didn’t tell me?’ says lemon.

‘no i didn’t because-‘

‘what the fuck mate!’

‘lemon, let me just-‘

‘how long?’

‘what?’

‘how long have you had a girl?’

‘little over a year.’

‘a fucking year?’ 

‘will you shut the fuck up for a second and stop fucking interrupting me?’ says tangerine. ‘y/n and i have been dating for over a year and we figured the less people knew about it, the safer she’d be. which is why i didn’t fucking tell anyone because i would like to keep her alive.’

‘uh, if i may?’ you say, getting the attention of both of the brothers who, right now, looked downright dangerous with all the tension building up. 

‘yeah, love?’ says tangerine.

‘we did agree to not tell anyone but i really didn’t know that meant lemon as well. as far as i know you spend a lot of time with him.’ you say. ‘but can we talk about all of this tomorrow? no offense, but it’s like three in the morning and i can tell everyone’s exhausted.’ 

‘yeah, sure.’ says tangerine as lemon nods. 

‘the guest bedroom is all good to go.’ you say to lemon. ‘feel free to use the shower as well, if you’d like.’ 

‘thank you.’ says lemon. 

‘it’s down the hall, third door to the right and the bathroom is the second door to the right.’ you say.

lemon thanks you again and takes off, muttering something about "secret fucking girlfriends" under his breath. 

you look at tangerine and smile up at him. 

'you alright?' you say.

'yeah, it wasn't that big of a deal. those guys were clearly not a big threat, we got the job done and got away with some cuts and bruises here and there, but we'll be fine.' says tangerine.

you take in the sight of him. it's true, he had the occasional cut or bruise on his face and his exposed neck, collarbone and part of his chest. you knew he liked the suits he wore and tried to maintain his look, but he often returned to you like this; no suit jacket, sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone. you liked him best that way.

‘missed you.’ you say, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around him.

‘missed you too, my love. so fucking much.’ says tangerine, nuzzling his face in your neck. ‘i’ll show you just how much i missed you tomorrow.’

‘tomorrow?’ you say.

‘yeah because i drove five fucking hours to get here and i’m exhausted.’ says tangerine, making you smile. 

‘i’ll take anything i can get.’

‘oh, you’ll get everything tomorrow, don’t you worry about that. for now i’ll just settle for some fucking sleep.’

‘it’s been too long since i’ve woken up with you next to me. how long are you staying?’

‘as long as you’d like, love.’

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[leclerced]

Sorry but im gonna go into Landoscar a bit more. I know you’re not writing driver x driver but here it’s necessary that I write this so my mind can rest😌

I think it’s like Lando and Bunny would say they have an open relationship but not for everyone everywhere just the people they agree on (well still about 10 or so people). Oscar goes with it because he doesn’t feel like he’s in the place to tell them he’s not into it (and they don’t ask because he went with it when they decided they want to be in a relationship so they assumed it was fine).

Oscar’s not really okay when they share only Bunny. But then Lando has his kind of late bi awakening (you know he’s like “wait i have a boyfriend and it means I’m not straight anymore so I can think of other men too? Oh how cool is that” just Lando things😀) so he starts experimenting with others too. And it’s another thing they don’t talk about because Lando assumes Oscar does the same since he’s so sure in himself. So Oscar is just so angry and feels possessive because he has a boyfriend AND a girlfriend and still he doesn’t feel like he has anyone. So most of his possessiveness goes towards Bunny because he doesn’t know if he can or should be the same with Lando (my boy knows so little I feel sorry for him😭) but there are rare times when he just can’t help himself and when Lando talks (ESPECIALLY WITH CARLOS OKAY THEIR BEEF AND UNFRIENDLINESS WINS OVER THE FACT HES LANDOS FRIEND) with someone he comes up to them and puts an arm around Lando’s shoulders from behind and squeezes him lightly or when he knows that Lando made out with someone when he comes from that someone with Bunny so when he kisses Lando he curls his hand around his throat and just dominates him hard.

But then the fact that Oscar doesn’t feel the best in this arrangement comes out and Lando asks if he’s not jealous of him because there were signs with Bunny definitely more obvious than with him and Oscar is just like “I know you’re not the most bright person sweetheart but haven’t caught up with the fact that I always came to you when you were talking wit us someone? It’s just that we’re official but still not everyone knows we are boyfriends. People think we’re Bunny’s boyfriends”

So next day Lando kisses Oscar in the paddock in the middle of the day so that everyone knows where the three of them stand. Oscar loves every second of it and feels like he can finally be more touchy with Lando. I feel like Lando would be just so proud of himself after that and on every occasion be like “Oh yes you see my BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND …” , “Here’s our winner, my BOYFRIEND by the way if you still hadn’t caught up”, “my beautiful GIRLFRIEND…” and so on for quite a while before everyone would be like okay mate you’re bi and you have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, we know that they’re amazing, beautiful, talented and all but can you stop for fuck’s sake?

It’s long and doesn’t make a lot of sense sorry about that but it was like a dam broke in my brain when I started

oscar hates carlos even more after him and lando are boyfriends bc carlos hugs lando every time he sees them plus they have that weird thing where they hit each other in the balls, that gets under oscar’s skin like nothing else. he doesn’t want carlos anywhere near bunny or lando.

everyone being soo annoyed w him even bunny and oscar get tired of it after awhile, it was endearing at first but they don’t want or need more attention drawn to them than there already is and lando just won’t shut up!! oscar would be like i have a name. you could also call me a friend. or a teammate. and lando’s like /: but you’re my boyfriend?? and bunny’s like yea its cute sometimes but when you shout out “thats my girlfriend” every time you see me.. it’s kinda over doing it babe