#possible dando

[f1-disaster-bi]

Continuation of my previous Slayer Lando:

"Lando!"

Daniel collapsed to his knees beside Lando’s body because that's what it was now. It was a body. A body face down in water and not moving. A body that had belonged to the man that Daniel convinced himself every day that he didn't love.

George fell to his knees beside him. His hands shaking, stakes scattering to the ground as he dropped them to reach for Lando. His body was limp when George rolled him over, and Lando’s eyes were open and un-seeing.

"No, no, no, no. Lando come on", George begged as he shook the smaller body. His hands patted pale cheeks, and Daniel wanted to let go of the demon inside of him to tear apart the entire world for letting it end like this, "You can't be dead. Lando, come on. You can't be gone. Just....just take a breath, please"

This was why Daniel had tried to stay away from the Slayer. He knew that one day Lando would enter a fight he couldn't come back from. He knew that one day maybe Lando would kill him for being the very thing he was destined to hunt.

Lando was always destined to die, and Daniel to live in a world where Lando would be come a memory as the years dragged on.

He could only watch as George desperately started CPR. Tears streaming down his face as he kept going, kept trying to bring Lando back to them despite the fact that the apocalypse was starting as the world shook a little around them.

"George...."

"No, no you shut up", George all but growled despite being human, "You shut up. You...you let him think you didn't care when we all know you do, and you could have been here. You could have stopped this"

Daniel swallowed softly because he knew George was angry. He had every right to be. If Daniel had been here maybe he would have been able to give his life for Lando’s.

He was going to say something when he heard it. A faint little humming almost like a birds wings flapping. A faint heart beat that had him scrambling to tilt Lando’s head back, and ignore George's protests before he sealed his mouth over Lando's, breathing air into his lungs as George paused before he started again.

"I can hear it", Daniel choked, grinning manically as George laughed, "Don't stop"

"Wasn't going to", George responded, and within moments, Lando was struggling under their hands and coughing up water that had clogged his lungs as he blinked.

His hands reached out for them both as he tried to sit up as he shook. His body probably ached, and hurt judging by the bruises on his skin and the destruction around him but his grip was still strong as he coughed and took in ragged breaths as they laughed in disbelief.

After a moment, Lando pulled back from them, looking battered and bruised but determined as he gave them a ghost of smirk.

"Did I miss anything?"

[celientjeee]

He Looks Up, Grinning Like A Devil (lando/daniel, 3k, complete)

‘Better now?’ Daniel asked, glancing down at Lando.

Lando pressed one last kiss on the inside of Daniel’s thighs before getting up from his knees. He placed his hands on his boyfriend's hips and got as close to his body as he could, leaving not an inch of air between them.

‘Almost,’ he whispered, crashing their lips together.

OR: The one where Lando can't wait. - READ HERE!

[dearlexies]

Watch me create a history and culture for two countries that don't exist, a playlist, a pinterest board, a timeline, all that for a fanfic that does not have a name and at the moment has only 2 and a half chapters (hyperfocus really is something)

[formulaonedirection]

HI HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE I’ve had an insanely busy personal week and I’ve been feeling really down but I woke up today and I’m like being depressed IS. BORING. so I’m here to drop MY lil new years love note to tumblr (11 hours into 2023) 

There’s like 4 times more people here than there was at the end of last year which is crazy to me because wow hi. and why. but I’m extremely grateful for everyone that’s here or come across my lil internet and it made them laugh!! mostly i’m grateful for the lovely people i’ve met on here that i’m lucky to consider my friends <3 shoutout everyone who has watered this trodden down plant with your love this year I’m fucking obsessed with all of you and if I could leap through the screen to give you all hugs I would 💖💖💖💖 It’s been a wild personal and fandom-y year. LIL BIT of a rollercoaster ride but I guess strap me in babyyyyy let’s go for another round because why the fuck not. 

Okay love and light 2022 we out (11 hours ago) ✌🏽✌🏽

[papayafiles]

the edits i’m about to make with this ep…

[flan-tasma]

With a Baby! (Neuvilette x Fem!Reader)

💖~ Hey, I'm back!

Yeh, I'm not dead, I just disappeared a lot.

Warning: Nope now💖, light spicy at point three, Female Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

Neuvilette ha pensado antes en tener una familia contigo, siempre que te comportas tan bonita como siempre con él, cuando cuidas de alguna Melusine que encuentran en el camino a casa o cuando haces cosas tan normales como preparar algo de comer. Siempre piensa en ti como una madre fabulosa.

La idea de que seas una figura cariñosa con posibles hijos suyos pasa desde los escenarios más dulces y adorables, verte cargando a un pequeñito parecido a él y llamándolo tu amor, levantarse y verte arrullar a una niñita con sus ojos. Está en las nubes cada que lo imagina.

Luego todo lo dulce se va filtrando a la necesidad de que tengas a sus hijos, la necesidad de verte con el vientre abultado por su escencia, la necesidad de criarte. Y eso es exactamente lo que hace.

Luego de que logran tener un descendiente, creo que Neuvillette tiene problemas a la hora de llamarlo. Le dices que es un bebé y él dice que es una cría, con el tiempo aprende a llamarlo bebé, pero sigue susurrando que es una pequeña cría formándose en el vientre de su mamá, todo mientras acaricia tu estómago.

Durante el embarazo se vuelve muy sobreprotector. No quiere que te muevas mucho y te canses, no tienes que levantarte a cocinar porque puedes quedarte, no debes agacharte, él recogerá lo que tiraste o te conseguirá otro. Solo no quiere que te hagas daño.

Definitivamente hace una especie de nido con ropa vieja y cómoda, almohadas y deja alguna piedra brillante porque brilla y cree que te gustará.

Sigue preguntándose si pondrás un huevo o no, solo espera que no te duela mucho. Se prepara mucho para dar la bienvenida al pequeño nuevo ser que tendrá su sangre, ya eligieron un nombre, ropa y juguetes divertidos.

Estuvo muy enfocado en decorar la habitación del bebé, quería que los colores le dieran paz y que le gustara su habitación.

Cuando el bebé nace, casi está rezando a todas las deidades que conoce o conoció porque no quiere que sufras, pero se calma cuando le dicen que todo está bien y que el parto está llendo con naturalidad.

¡Felicidades, tienen un adorable bebé! Al inicio puede ser extraño, tal vez incómodo y doloroso, pero hey, estás dando a luz a un dragón.

Literalmente un dragón, largo y escamoso, con pelo muy corto y casi inexistente. Parece un pequeño perrito, pero Neuvilette dice que es normal, aprenderá a tomar forma humana cuando crezca.

Lleva al bebé y a su pareja a casa y los hace descansar mientras se toma su tiempo analizando al drahoncito que tiene en brazos, cómo se retuerce entre sus brazos y cómo su respiración se siente en su mano. Está casi llorando y lo sabes porque algunas gotitas empiezan a resbalarse por la ventana.

Está muy feliz, abraza a la cría y lo acurruca en su pecho, dándole calor, recordándole que su papá estaba con él. Que nunca estaría solo, siempre tendría a alguien que cuide de él.

Cuando pasa un tiempo y el pequeño ya abre los ojos, Neuvilette está decidido. Te mira con toda la seriedad del mundo y te pide dos o tres crías más. Quiere una camada.

English:

Neuvilette has thought about having a family with you before, whenever you behave as nice as ever with him, when you take care of some Melusine you meet on the way home or when you do things as normal as preparing something to eat. He always thinks of you as a fabulous mother.

The idea that you are a loving figure with possible children of his comes from the sweetest and most adorable scenarios, seeing you holding a little boy who looks like him and calling him your love, getting up and seeing you cooing at a little girl with his eyes. He is in the clouds every time he imagines it.

Then everything sweet filters into the need for you to have his children, the need to see yourself with a bulging belly due to his essence, the need to breed you. And that's exactly what he does.

After you manage to have an offspring, I think Neuvillette has problems calling the baby. You tell him it's a baby and he says it's a offspring, eventually he learns to call it a baby, but he keeps whispering that it's a little baby growing in his mother's belly, all while caressing your stomach.

During pregnancy he becomes very overprotective. He doesn't want you to move a lot and get tired, you don't have to get up to cook because you can stay, you don't have to bend over, he will pick up what you threw away or get you another one. He just doesn't want you to get hurt.

He definitely makes a kind of nest with old and comfortable clothes, pillows and leaves some shiny stones because it's shines and he thinks you will like it.

He keeps wondering if you'll lay an egg or not, he just hopes it doesn't hurt too much. He prepares a lot to welcome the little new being that will have his blood, you have already chosen a name, clothes and fun toys.

He was very focused on decorating the baby's room, he wanted the colors to give them peace and he wanted them to like their room.

When the baby is born, he is almost praying to all the deities he knows or knew because he doesn't want you to suffer, but he calms down when the doctor tell him that everything is fine and that the birth is going naturally.

Congratulations, you have an adorable baby At first it may be strange, maybe uncomfortable and painful, but hey, you are giving birth to a dragon.

Literally a dragon, long and scaly, with very short and almost non-existent hair. He looks like a small dog, but Neuvilette says it's normal, he will learn to take human form when he grows up.

He takes the baby and his partner home and makes them rest while he takes his time analyzing the little dragon in his arms, how he squirms in his arms and how his breath feels on his hand. He is almost crying and you know it because some droplets start to slide down the window.

He is very happy, hugs the baby and snuggles it into his chest, giving it warmth, reminding him that his father was with him. That he would never be alone, he would always have someone to take care of him.

When some time passes and the little one opens his eyes, Neuvilette is determined. He looks at you with all the seriousness in the world and asks for two or three more offsprings. He wants a brood.

[msn-04iinightingale]

(Since our Star Colonel is busy, I thought we could for lack of better terms, kill some time and get to know folks who will soon be risking life and limb fighting zealots. Open to anyone who wants to get to know some of my people before the big drop)

Clustered around the docking berth to one of Barghest Company’s two dropships, but not in the way of the stream of crew, techs, and other personnel, Lt . Victoria Everheart watched the munitions and supply carts go by to be loaded not only into the Leopard Class dropship “Dando”, but also into her mech, an Axman dubbed “Queen of Hearts”. The 6 foot muscled Mechwarrior wouldn’t normally have stood out, we’re it not for the cat ears, tail and eyes she possessed, and tattoos on prominent display garbed as she was in tank top and compact pants and boots.

Around her sat or stood the two other members of her lance, as well as possibly the largest black German Shepard ever seen in the inner sphere.

Major Vance Strider, a gaunt, bald man sits on a crate beside her, seemingly mumbling or speaking at himself with closed eyes, in meditation or contemplation.

“This is gonna be one hell of a drop, huh?” Said Major Anya Corwin, a buxom woman on the shorter side with curly red hair. As if in response, the large dog she is petting and giving skritches to chuffs a bit.

Victoria snorts. “Thanks for the input, Loki.” She stretches, rolling well sculpted shoulders. “But yeah, looks that way…can’t say I’ve seen this many people in one place since well, the last war.”

“Hope it all goes well…or as well as can be expected…” Anya chips in.

“Yeah, same.” Victoria agrees.

As if in agreement once again, the dog Loki huffs again.

@starcommanderhannahlewis @the-clawtake @harwood-pmc-official @the-tired-merc @lt-chari @snords-sword @wolf-among-mechs @house-steiner-stays-winning @karriethemechtech @starcolonelkatrinamoon @is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not

[midnightstarsthings]

Analise de teoria de The Kid at the back/Theory analysis of The kid at a back .

Game Created by: @fantasia-kitt

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While I was taking a look at the author's FAQ answers about the game, it was shown and theorized by the game's fandom that perhaps Sol and MC were together in a past life but, as in all of Edgar Allan Poe's works, she dies.

And about the Annabel Lee synopsis that I ended up taking a look at, the poem's narrator describes his love for Annabel Lee, which began many years before, in a "kingdom by the sea". Although they were young, their mutual love burned with such intensity that the angels became envious. It is for this reason that the narrator believes that the seraphim caused her death. Even then, their love is strong enough that it extends beyond the grave and the narrator believes that their two souls are still intertwined. Each night, he dreams of Annabel Lee and sees her eyes twinkle in the stars. Each night he lies beside her in her tomb by the sea

And looking at the whole poem, it focuses on an ideal love that is exceptionally strong. In fact, the narrator's actions show that he not only loves Annabel Lee, but he adores her, something he can only do after her death.

Something that we seem to be seeing here in the game.

And as already said, Solivan is a lover of the works of Edgar Allan Poe (the poem about the crow is a bit tense for me because of a bird) but there is a catch that is, for me, a coincidence...

In all of the author's works, the same element that was Edgar Allan Poe's favorite theme is always referenced and used:

The death of a beautiful woman.

This element was well used in the altar's works. And one thing that makes me believe that besides Solivan is perhaps delusional about the things he says to himself... perhaps the theory that he and Mc in a past life were together might be coherent in parts (since the boy is possibly delusional) And unlike the poem "The Raven", in which the narrator believes that he will *"never"* be reunited with his beloved again...

"Annabel Lee" says the two will be together again, as not even demons "can ever separate" their souls.

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Enquanto eu dava uma olhada em respostas de FAQ's da autora sobre o jogo, foi mostrado e teorizado pela fandom do jogo que talvez sol e mc ja estiveram juntos em uma vida passada porem, como em toda obra de Edgar Allan Poe, ela morre.

E sobre a sipnose de Annabel lee que eu acabei dando uma olhada, o narrador do poema descreve seu amor por Annabel Lee, que começou muitos anos antes, num "reino junto ao mar". Embora eles fossem jovens, o amor mútuo queimou com tal intensidade que os anjos se tornaram invejosos. É por essa razão que o narrador acredita que o serafim causou sua morte. Mesmo então, seu amor é forte o suficiente que estende além da sepultura e o narrador acredita que suas duas almas ainda estão entrelaçadas. Cada noite, ele sonha com Annabel Lee e vê o brilho de seus olhos nas estrelas. Cada noite ele se deita ao lado dela em sua tumba ao pé do mar.

E vendo o poema todo, ele foca em um amor ideal que é excepcionalmente forte. Em fato, as ações do narrador mostram que ele não apenas ama Annabel Lee, mas ele adora ela, algo que ele pode apenas fazer após sua morte.

Coisa que parece que estamos vendo aqui no jogo.

E como ja disse tambem, solivan e amante das obras de Edgar Allan Poe(o poema do corvo e um tanto tenso pra mim por causa de um passaro) so que tem um porem que e pra mim uma coecidencia...

Em todas as obras do autor, e sempre referenciado e usado o mesmo elemento que era o tema favorito de Edgar Allan Poe..:

A morte de uma linda mulher.

Esse elemento era bem usado nas obras do autor, uma coisa que me faz acreditar que alem so solivan talvez estar delirando sobre as coisas que diz pra si mesmo... talvez a teoria de que ele e mc em vida passada terem ficado juntos talvez seja coerente em partes(ja que possivelmente o garoto ta delirando)

E que ao contrário de do poema "The Raven", em qual o narrador acredita que ele "nunca mais" irá se reunir com sua amada novamente...

Em "Annabel Lee" diz que os dois irão estar juntos novamente, como nem mesmo demônios "podem nunca separar" suas almas..

[vivwritesfics]

Hi, I was wondering if you could possibly write something about poly Dando just sweet moments when things get tough for one of them and like little vacations and birthdays! I'm sorry if this is too vague

For my own sake I had to make this really fluffy - I don't know what day of the week lando's birthday was so i picked (just go w it)

I desperately want a new tattoo

Smut implied at the end

Lando's birthday was in November. Of course, Daniel suggested they go somewhere hot to celebrate. And then Y/N suggested the Canary Island and off they went.

On the flight over Lando napped, so of course, Daniel took pictures of him, ones of Lando snoring with his mouth open. Y/N sat herself in his lap and Lando stirred slightly, but all he did was grip her tighter and nuzzle his nose into her neck.

Daniel got another picture of Y/N kissing his cheek and holding two fingers up behind his head. He stored them on his phone, ready to post on Lando's birthday.

When they touched down in Gran Canaria, Y/N gently woke up Lando. "We're here, birthday boy," she whispered and climbed off of his lap.

The three of them made their way from the airport, into the taxi and towards the villa they had rented out for the next week and a bit (the boys had flown straight from the last grand prix, trusting Y/N to pack their bags for them. They only had two weeks between that grand prix and the next, and would be heading straight there from the villa).

Lando's birthday was a Wednesday. He usually woke up early, so Y/N and Daniel had to wake up earlier. They made sure he was still asleep as they slipped out of the bed and made their way down to the nearest supermarket.

They got snacks, drinks and cake. That night they were going out for dinner, to celebrate their boy turning twenty four.

He was going to be awake when they got back, Y/N and Daniel knew this. It was Daniels job to distract him while she worked on getting everything stored away in the kitchen of the villa. The cake was in the fridge and the snacks were in the cupboards. They got Ice cream, which Y/N instantly put in the freezer. That was a treat just for Lando.

"Happy birthday, chicken," said Lando as he threw himself onto the bed beside his boyfriend.

Lando gave him a lazy smile as Daniel wrapped his arms around him, kissing the side of his head. "What've you guys done?" He asked as he leaned his head on Daniels shoulder.

Suddenly Y/N came running up the stairs, plate in hand. "Happy birthday, Lan!" She shouted as she kicked open the door and strode over to him, placing the plate in his lap. She pulled a knife and fork from her back pocket.

Lando ate the breakfast Y/N had prepared for him. He offered Y/N and Daniel bites, which Daniel always accepted.

Their day was very chilled out, swimming in the pool and walking down to the beach. It was nice and chilled, the three of them having a few beers as they lounged around the villa.

And then they went out for Daniel. Daniel and Lando looked incredibly dapper, in fancy shirts and trousers. Lando had the top few buttons of his shirt open, revealing his chest and the chain beneath.

It was rare they looked that fancy unless it was for an event. And, even then they wouldn't be at the same event. Y/N had to choose who she went with, going to one with Lando and the next with Daniel.

So, Y/N insisted they get a picture of the three of them, their arms wrapped around her as Lando kissed her cheek and Daniel also held him.

And then they set off, walking away from the villa and down to the old town. A couple of people recognised the boys, and Y/N was more than happy to take pictures of them with the fans. Some wished Lando a happy birthday, letting them go on their way.

They had dinner, sitting by the ocean as they drank and ate. "How are you feeling about turning twenty four?" Daniel asked as their food was placed in front of him.

Lando shrugged his shoulders. He'd been a little bit quiet for the entire day, enjoying himself, sure, but still quiet.

"Baby Lan," Y/N said with a pout as she grabbed his hand. "You know you're still our baby, right? No matter how old you get."

He gave them that blushy smile. "I'm not a baby," he muttered and Daniel laughed.

It was that kind of laugh where he used his whole chest, his grin splitting across his face. "No, chicken, you're our baby."

So Lando wasn't feeling great about turning twenty four, but Y/N and Daniel definitely made it better. They kissed him, held him close and wrangled him into bed in a mess of clothes tossed to the side and breathy moans.

[jasileira]

Feliz aniversário pros mc!!! Tanjiro e Izuku🎂

Como o aniversário deles são tão próximos (Tanjiro 14/07 e Izuku 15/07) decidi desenhá-los juntos falando sobre seus universos! Na minha cabeça eles seriam muito besties <3

Eu consigo imaginar facilmente Tanjiro falando sobre as respirações e Izuku totalmente maravilhado em seu jeito nerd com tantas novas informações e fazendo mil perguntas sobre como funciona as respirações e os ataques. E Izuku conta sobre as individualidades e Tanjiro fica CHOCADO com a possibilidade de soltar explosões com as próprias mãos, imediatamente Izuku encontra a brecha pra falar do Bakugou, dando uma explicação generosa de como a quirk dele é incrível😌

—🎂Tradução (sorry for any mistake)

As their birthdays are so close (Tanjiro 7/14 and Izuku 7/15) I decided to draw them together talking about their universes! In my head they would be besties <3

I can easily imagine Tanjiro talking about the breathing and Izuku being completely amazed in his nerd way with so much new information and asking a thousand questions about the breathing and how the attacks work. And Izuku talks about his quirks and Tanjiro is SHOCKED at the possibility of releasing explosions with his own hands, immediately Izuku finds the opportunity to talk about Bakugou, giving a generous explanation of how incredible his quirk is😌

[fairlyang]

I’m just gonna fuck around, no edits just shit posting my thoughts bc I’m going feral from my previous posts shsjsjsj (here’s the dance)

imagine getting dragged to go to a Mexican party with your mom and not even knowing whose birthday or what the occasion even was. your mom just made you look all pretty and once you get there you see your fav tias all sitting together at a table dando todo el chisme aunque apenas llegaron

you give them all a kiss on the cheek and a hug or else your mom will give you the nastiest stank eye but you were going to do it anyway!

apparently the party is for one of your Tia’s new boyfriend’s brother’s kid. You weren’t even going to ask because seeing how filled el salón estaba, you didn’t need a rundown of this family tree but the good news was all your relatives were just your mom and tias so everyone else was free to be eye candy

you looked around the jam packed salon and there were couples of all ages dancing on the dance floor and somehow all the tables were still filled with people. The bar was filled with of course all the men just standing around because what else were they going to do?

la banda estaba tocando Por Amarte Asi de Alacranes Musical y a ti te gustaba bailar cuando ahuevo te forzaban tus tías porque ya que, pero con tus amigas también

ahorita como las tías estaban chismeando, nada las iba a parrar hasta que llegó el novio de la tía que invito a todos y dejo cervezas, shots, y coolers para todas. como más se gana el amor de la familia si no con alcohol?

they cheered and they all quickly grabbed what they wanted to drink and shit just disappeared fast, you only got lucky with a seagrams because your mom snatched a mango one for you and handed it to you

you looked at the people now dancing to whatever corrido cover the banda was playing now and there were multiple circles going and the drunk tios popping off in the middle because it was their time to shine and just hip thrust

you then looked around again, seeing tons of fine ass men in their botas y sombreros just standing around, drinking or talking in groups with other guys

there was one that stood out, the tallest out of a group that was close to the bar. He was gigantic for a Mexican and from afar was so handsome. Vestido en todo negro con sus botas y sombrero que combinaron, lo único color era su cintó café.

now you were thankful that your mom convinced you to wear your botas too because she claims que nunca sepas cuando te sacará un galán a bailar

now you just had to pray he’d somehow see you of all people and ask you to dance because there was no way in hell you were going to ask him- only slightly introverted but there was still no shot you’d go up to him

you kept staring at him mostly because you couldn’t help it, estaba tan guapo, like those kinds of guys your mom would point out and say she wants em as a yerno

he had a black button up shirt with a few of the top buttons undone, and possibly una cadenita con la virgencita but that was just an educated guess

tenía sus botas vaqueras and you could only pray he could read your mind somehow and ask you to dance because you’d say yes in a heartbeat

meanwhile one of your tias already downed three shots and chugged half a beer when somehow she’s the one that noticed that you’re staring at someone. She gets up and stumbles to get to you, she wraps her arm around your shoulder and squints so she could see who it was

“guaoooo ese si está guapo. que chulada.” she slurs making you quickly look away before she decides to go do something stupid

meanwhile two others noticed and all gasped, you covered your face in embarrassment because at this point this was going to be their new chisme y muy capaz que una de ellas te lo agarraran

con suerte que no lo hicieron but they also began to tell you to go ask him to dance but you were stubborn so of course you didn’t which just prompted two of them to say you got it from your mom

meanwhile Miguel was on his third beer and finally now was he feeling the urge to dance but there were so many girls to choose from but considering a lot were cousins that would narrow it down

his friends were just talking while he was looking around at the tables to see if there was someone his age he didn’t recognize because he wasn’t shy to just ask someone to dance

he saw two close to a table by the dance floor but they looked on the younger side so he just kept looking until his eyes landed on a girl who was surrounded by a bunch of tias. He didn’t recognize you and you looked to be about his age so he just handed his beer to one of his friends and immediately walked over to you

you on the other hand were waving your tias off and telling them that you’re just gonna stay put, that was until the guy you were staring at was gone from his place and you felt a bit sad

that was until your mom turned her head to her right because her shoulder was tapped and you had to turn your head to see, thinking it was going to be a drunk man wanting to dance with her only for your eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets when it was the same guy you were staring at

“Podría tener un baile con su hija?” he asks with a charming smile and you nearly couldve fainted on the floor because he was even more gorgeous up close-

“Claro que si! Por favor lo necesita.” your mom says making you gasp then let out a little fake offended scoff

Well she helped give you a win so you can’t be that offended…

Momma knows best always

“Muchas gracias.” Le dice y luego saca su mano a ti para que la agares

you looked at him and grabbed his hand, getting out of your seat and he carefully led you around the tables until you finally got to the dance floor

El pistolero huapango was playing and you quickly got into position wrapping your left arm around his neck and holding his hand with your right while his right hand was holding your back.

His right leg was in between yours and within seconds he started leading, barely even waiting for you but it was fine

Your bodies moved in sync and at first it was quiet between you two until he talked into your ear, “como te llamas linda?”

“Me llamo y/n y tu?” Le respondes y te da una sonrisa

“Me llamo Miguel.”

“Placer conocerte Miguel.”

“El placer es todo mío hermosa.”

You bit your lip to not make any excited noises because that sent butterflies down your entire being, y su tono de voz iba vivir en tus sueños

you moved your feet with his and held onto him tightly, luckily your boots were barely tall enough for you to reach his shoulder.

there were points in the song where you’d be dancing on beat then stop for a few seconds before repeating it like three times then Miguel would be leading you all over the dance floor

one specific part was where you had to sway your hips and kinda grind down on his leg, and the first time had your cheeks feeling all warm because it could get very intimate

he pulled you even closer so your heads were touching and his sombrero was lightly touching you. he led you back and forth until you had to grind down his leg again and he moved down with you then to bring you both up and you were kinda just facing the side while you danced with him

It was possibly even better than you imagined and what could be better than manifesting a handsome stranger to ask you to dance and it actually ends up happening? And for him to be an amazing partner too was a dream come true

[f1-disaster-bi]

Things I'm thinking of instead of sleeping:

1. Secretly married au - The boys throwing Lando a bachelors party because "we didn't get invited to the wedding so shut up, we're doing this" and Daniel getting his husband back at 6am, still drunk and slurring "Danny, I got a tramp stamp"

2. Selkie Lando au - Selkie Lando being trapped on land, right by the ocean, by someone that his holding his pelt hostage

[nerdieforpedro]

My Teddy Bear enjoys Leather

Javier Gutierrez x plus size female reader

This fanfic is for 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 891

Warnings: established relationship, unprotected P in V, riding, oral sex (male receiving), fingers and HANDS (did we expect different from me?), the color red, edging, cockwarming, breath play, Javi G is his own warning (I’m not sorry I had him say any of it!)

Summary: Your boyfriend Javier has deemed it appropriate to finally ask you for something important to him.

Notes: I am a sponge. There was talk of what one might do with a different Pedro character’s nose. I was being a menace in a friend’s DM and thought: “I should take some of these mini drabbles and make something with it.” That friend of course was @lady-bess and she encouraged me. 😆 So here we are with splashes of noses, @morallyinept ‘s Javi’s special room and my own spin on things because Javi’s color is red baby. ❤️ @rhoorl helped me with some translations because I already have trouble with English, I need all help I can get for Spanish because far be it from me to butcher a beautiful language.🥹

Main Masterlist / Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

You’ve never been one to kink shame. You’ve also never been asked to use leather in this manner either. Javier Gutierrez has been the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. He only raised his voice in bed when your hand slipped off his chest while you were riding him and grabbed his neck. You apologized but he of course told you not to worry about it. Javi never wants you to fret or feel bad about anything.

He spends an equal amount of time between your thighs and buried in your cunt. It was after spending another night with him, your tongue slid down his shaft following the vein on the side of his cock down to his balls, waking him by nibbling on the skin lightly with your teeth. So there was another time Javi raised his voice waking up with your ass and swollen pussy from the night before staring at him. He reached out, two fingers parting your folds to see your core twitching while your moans were muffled by your lips nipping at his foreskin. Pausing to raise your head, you looked up at Javi whose chest was heaving along with the soft swell of his belly.

“Buenos días mi amor (Good morning my love). Te estoy dando besos dulces (I’m giving you sweet kisses). I need to focus. Don’t touch me yet Javier.” You said plainly, watching him to ensure he took his hand back. “Put them behind your head.” Javier’s eyes dilated as he interlocked his fingers and placed his hands behind his head, watching as your mouth took in his cock swirling your tongue about the head before starting to swallow more, bobbing your head. Javi resisted the urge to thrust his hips, trying to keep still as possible. He needed to keep from cumming, to watch your thighs drip with slick arousal from taking him so deeply, your fingers grasping his thighs where your nails were digging into his skin. The sensation was too much for poor Javier.

“Quierda (sweetheart)!” Was the only thing he was able to say over and over, watching you drink his spend and it dripping from your mouth.

This was the moment Javier decided to ask you into his special room - private room. He’s never shown this room to anyone, just collecting pieces to use, many of them he couldn’t use by himself.

It was a beautiful dinner, you wore the red dress that Javier enjoyed on you, it was strapless with an asymmetrical split. Exposing much of your thigh and leg when you walked and sat, jiggling as Javier watched you walk across the room to the sealed door that had a keypad on it. He entered his code and opened the door. All manner of leather straps, flogs, bells, lined the wall, two harnesses hung from the ceiling. Your eyes were wide from shock.

“Mi vida (my life). I want more of you did the other night. Command me. Restrict me. Some pain is fine, so long as it is from you. This room has all the tools you will need for this.” It’s not something you’ve ever done, never really entertained the idea of it. But if it’s for Javier, your sweet, never asks your for anything except your time, boyfriend. You could at least try.

Now you’re on a circular bed in this sealed room with Javier Gutierrez, a red leather collar placed around his neck meant for breath play. You’ve told him not to touch himself and not to touch you either, even though you long for them to knead your rolls and folds like he always does, you’ll abstain for him if it brings him greater release. Standing above him naked, you just have him using his perfectly angled nose to tease your clit, but he cannot use his mouth, “Javi, mi bueno niño (my good boy). I’m going to take you in now. You listened so well.” A kiss to his forehead earns you a sigh from him, your palms run along his arms up to his shoulders, centering yourself over his dripping cock. Using him to soothe the ache inside you, your hips became flush with his. “Let’s sit together in your special room. Touch me but don’t move me or your hips.”

Javier’s hands kneaded your back and hips as his mouth, being careful not to move you as instructed. He had a request, he wanted you to do it for him, to him. The breath play worried you, is there a possibility you could hold it too long?

“Cariño (dear). Please, just one time.” Javier pleads with you. Explaining that you’d never done that before and you didn’t want to hurt him, he shook his head. “Mi amor, you could never hurt me. Just pull on my collar enough to make the bell jingle at the end while you sit a top of me, taking me so deeply.” As you warm his cock, you grip the red leather strap connected to the collar, wrapping it once around your hand you pull, cutting his air a bit as his cock twitches wildly inside of you. “Más por favor mi amor (More please my love). You hold my life in your hands. Milk me, have my air, use my cock to come.” Rolling your hips slowly, begins a new chapter with your leather teddy bear Javi.

The fic by @morallyinept is called Door Number Three that helped inspire this. One of her giflets. ❤️

Some peeps who may want to see Javi in red and working that nose 👃: @secretelephanttattoo @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @avastrasposts @pedroshotwifey @megamindsecretlair @alltheglitterandtheroar @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @yorksgirl @goodwithcheese @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @trulybetty @fhatbhabie @readingiskeepingmegoing @harriedandharassed @survivingandenduring @soft-girl-musings @heareball @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

[alas9]

50/100 / English down below

Estas son fotos de mi trabajo y mi escritorio del día de hoy :)

Llegué a la mitad de los 100 días de productividad! y los días han pasado livianamente como si nada, con dos proyectos empezados y tres certificaciones, mas de 200 horas de practica en total, y muchísimas mas ganas de seguir. Creo que es seguro decir que tenemos un habito despierto nuevamente, el habito del estudio.

Hay muchas formas de lograr la disciplina, ya que a algunos nos puede costar mas que a otros. Pero hay algo que es universal y es el hecho de movernos por nuestras convicciones. Una vez un profesor de bellas artes dijo algo que me voló la mente: "Somos todo lo que somos y lo que no somos. Porque lo que somos nos define por dentro, y lo que no somos nos define por fuera". Está en nosotros elegir que lado de nuestra definición vamos a invertir nuestros esfuerzos.

En una época de mi vida creía tener algunas convicciones que me atormentaban día a día pensarlas, y compartirlas con otras personas. Convicciones que habitaban solo un plano mental de mi vida, ya que no militaba esas ideas ni hacia nada en la vida real al respecto de ellas. Pero esa angustia estaba allí presente porque yo elegia definirme por lo que yo no era. Y poner energía mental en lugares que no me llevaban a ningún lugar. Cuando me empecé a preocupar y ocupar de la persona que si quería ser, esas convicciones desaparecieron de mi vida, dando lugar a que otras surgieran. Esas convicciones iniciales pasaron de ser un tormento diario a desaparecer totalmente.

Es realmente game changing dedicarse a uno mismo, dejar de consumir desde el odio, la angustia o la desolación, y enfocarse en todo lo posible para ser alguien mejor.

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These are photos of my work and my desk today :)

I'm halfway through the 100 days of productivity! And the days have passed by as if nothing had happened, with two projects started and three certifications, more than 200 hours of practice in total, and a lot more desire to continue. I think it's safe to say that we have a habit awakened again, the habit of studying.

There are many ways to achieve discipline, since it may cost some of us more than others. But there is something that is universal and it is the fact of moving by our convictions. Once a fine arts teacher said something that blew my mind: "We are everything that we are and what we are not. Because what we are defines us inside, and what we are not defines us outside." It is up to us to choose which side of our definition we are going to invest our efforts in.

At one time in my life I believed I had some convictions that tormented me day after day to think about them, and to share them with other people. Convictions that inhabited only a mental plane of my life. I did not advocate those ideas or do anything in real life about them. But that anguish was there because I chose to define myself by what I was not. And to put mental energy in places that did not take me anywhere. When I began to worry and take care of the person I wanted to be, those convictions disappeared from my life, giving way to others to emerge. Those initial convictions went from being a daily torment to disappearing completely.

It is truly game changing to dedicate yourself, to stop hate-consuming, anguish or desolation, and to focus on everything possible to be a better person.

[freeuselandonorris]

hi! i've been thinking about this for some time; when did you realise that lando and oscar had potential as a pairing? like is there a specific video/moment that got you thinking 'ooh that's a very interesting dynamic/there's something more behind this stare/gesture etc etc' and that eventually led you to write rpf of them (for which i'm very grateful 🙏🏻). i think mine has to be the finish the lyrics video with oscar looking at lando while licking/biting his lips (at 3:56) and i was kinda flabbergasted bc even though i had been following the sport and the extra content for a while and also knew that ppl shipped charles and max and such i wasn't really aware of the possibilities this sport presented. and this video kinda led me down a rabbit hole of searching for fics on ao3 etc... so yeah i was curious to know what was your starting point with landoscar!

also, somewhat related but what's the video/picture of them that feels the most intimate to you? in a 'i shouldn't be seeing this' way. the behind the scenes video of the opening credits for the 2024 season and stuff (at 2:18 ) is the first thing that comes to mind, with their little convo that feels so normal and laid-back and yeah, intimate. + the thing lando does with his fingers while looking oscar dead in the eye got me blushing. maybe it's because of the hushed tone, the fond looks and the smiles they exchange, the small talk etc but hhh idk i love this vid so much. also the fact that oscar is the only one who goes to see his teammate getting ready? anyways. i could also list the countless pictures of oscar looking at lando like he hung all of the stars in the sky but i won't bc this ask is already long enough!

hope you have a lovely day/afternoon/evening depending on the time it is when you're reading this!

helloooo!! ahh this is such a cute q and a nice excuse to go back through my mctwinks tag thank you 🥰

so i’ve been watching F1 and reading fic for it for 47292 years now and i read a bit of dando when they were teammates (and an even smaller bit of carlando but i am very meh about carlos) so i was like. aware of lando as an rpf concept but didn’t really get super into him?

thennn i read a few oscarmark fics around the time he joined mclaren, and a few months after that i also saw the two extremely camp lando moments that are red flag green flag and whatever the hell was going on with that baseball guy. at which point i caught brain rot and demanded that @scenetocause do a roundup of landoscar fics for me.

(this moment literally had me googling 'is lando norris bisexual')

i do think though that the moment that made me really get obsessed with them and want to write as much as possible for them (and definitely the catalyst for starting mondayverse!) was also finish the lyrics! the ‘love story’ bit in particular really had me like. going full galaxy brain about them. it just really sums up their dynamic to me, lando being a bit of a show-off because he's revelling in oscar's attention and oscar happy to give it to him and also kind of shyly being nudged into performing a bit too. wauuuh.

and YESSSS the little smoothie moment!!! god. that was also my first thought for most intimate moment between them both, the way they match each other’s vocal cadences and the whole conversation has that sweet air of a series of in-jokes (“this is what we LIVE for!”) just makes me feel sooo warm and fuzzy about them. it's intimate in the sweetest, softest, most mundane sense of the word. also lando fingerbangs a table and that should not be overlooked.

runner up moment goes to this tiny moment from lando that i love so much, in the season wrap-up video last year where he makes this sweet little heart gesture and his face lights up when oscar compliments him. makes me melt every time.

thanks anon this was v enjoyable to think about even though my answers don’t differ from yours very much! hope you’re having a lovely day too 💕

[landoom]

F1blr 2023 Awards - Voting 2 - Best ongoing (b)romance

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