#really gonna be in the right headspace

[unclefungusthegoat]

It's now literally exactly an hour before my interview, and of course the other job I interviewed for has just emailed me to tell me it's a no. Sure, why not universe, let's throw some more fuel on that 'this is going to go so fucking badly and I'm just going to be unemployed' fire

[froggerland]

not a single day passes where I don't think about this specific scene

OH IM GONNA BE FUCKING SICKKKKK

CANT EVEN PUT INTO WORDS WHAT THIS SCENE MAKES ME FEEL

DAVID WALMSLEY THE MAN THAT YOU FUCKING ARE WHERE IS YOUR FUCKING OSCAR

[coriander-candlesticks]

Sometimes your Mental Illness��� is kicking your ass and all you can do is offer the first hot, non-leftover meal you managed to prep in the day at 10:30 pm to Apollo & ask for help getting to *and* getting through your appointment tomorrow and that's okay

[kaesaaurelia]

I do love how Spotify Wrapped pinpointed the exact moment I became obsessed with writing the Treebark folie à deux in the doomed space colony AU as being heavily influenced by Ren's brain being suddenly forced to absorb enormous amounts of human knowledge about myth and culture and getting stuck on the (dubiously historical) concept of the sacrificial king, because it's like "boy, you REALLY liked Steeleye Span this year! specifically at this point in time! huh!"

[whentherewerebicycles]

it's good news thank god 😭😭😭

[sketchy-tour]

A shame I wasn't able to find the motivation to finish my Halloween art in time for Halloween. Might still finish it and post it late for fun, especially since it's already lined.

Started it early and everything and I still couldn't make it. Oh well. That's what I get for getting distracted doodling silly stuff.

[to-the-batcomputer]

how i feel about shipping brudick is always switching from one extreme to the other. like one moment i'm thinking about it and i'm like Yes this makes sense this is beautiful and true. the next i'm like oh god i am going to hell for even considering this

[umilily]

Soooo what are your thoughts on Shinsen hold me tight

i'm not okay 😭

like, i was sure i'd love it from the preview and it absolutely delivered. why does he sound like that, i want to cry. i had to do so many mundane things today, all while just wanting to scream at the top of my lungs. i'm still processing. i did read a translation earlier, but my brain is still just going brrrr, so i'm not going to go into depth on that right now, but aaaaaaahhh- i like that from a random person's point of view this is going to sound nothing like what my himeru-filled brain is going to do with it. i like the ambiguity. much like himeru, it walks a very interesting line of real and not quite real. i think it suits him that it's written in a way where it's so undefined, generally speaking. makes the contrast of him wanting something more tangible all the more striking and painful :'( also raises the question what that 'clearer outline' is supposed to look like or if he (or anyone?) even knows? i also find the notion that one's 'shape' is created by their perception through others really intersting here.

i'm gonna need to ponder this for a bit longer.

[coridallasmultipass]

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[b43b43x]

Watched better call saul and Im fucking devastated.

[pastel-petticoats]

Sci Fi Horror Show finally updating 🎉

[arsenicflame]

right. enough fucking around, time to remember how to sew a waistband

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀 ꕥ OP81

summary. a certain aussie seems to be there to pick up the pieces of your dying relationship.

warnings. lando is an asshole, man eater!reader, toxic relationship, cheating, smut, pnv, fingering, just straight up dirty, alcohol usage, and unreliable narrator. 18+

a/n. loosely based off purple lace bra by tate mcrae but then trails off. let’s ignore the fact that i’ve been working on this since the china grand prix and had to edit the racing parts multiple times.

THE CHEAP PERFUME filled your hotel room as Lando walked in. You’re already used to his behavior, you don’t even flinch. But internally you’re a mess. He was so sweet when you first met him back when he was at Surrey and most nights you stay up wondering what went wrong. There was a point where you blamed yourself and spent countless nights crying yourself to bed. But when you realized that he would just watch you cry over him and not do anything to help you stopped caring. You were waiting for him to self destruct at this point.

You knew where he’d been all night. The loud edm music replaying in your head as you remember. Carlos still had you on his close friends and you’d wondered if he had just forgotten or done it on purpose. It doesn’t matter really, not when most of the videos are of Lando with his hands wrapped around someone new every weekend.

The room is silent, the tension so high you could cut it with a knife. You’re lying down facing the wall hoping he thinks you’re asleep. Unfortunately, after eight years of dating and even while drunk he knows you too well. It’s funny really the way he will openly cheat on you but behind closed doors the guilt eats him. The bed dips as he sits down next to you.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs.

“No, you’re not.” You respond.

There’s a brief silence, your answer adding onto Lando’s guilt. He just stares at you dumbfounded as if he’s the one suffering. He lets out a loud sigh as he rubs his hands through his face, trying to figure out what excuse to use this time. He doesn’t seem to come up with one because you feel his hand begin to trail up your leg.

“Don’t touch me.” You sit up. “Not after you’ve been with another woman.”

“Oh, for fucks sake.” He almost chuckles at your words. “You act all hurt but you were the one who stayed-”

The sound of your hand hitting his cheek is loud enough to be heard outside the room. Your hand shakes mid-air and you don’t know if it’s because of what the Brit said or if you’re surprised at your actions. Either way it gets him to shut up. You knew for certain that you didn’t want to hear the end of his sentence. At least that’s the excuse you come up with. In reality it was for the humiliation he had been causing you as of late. He deserved it.

Quickly you get up from the king sized bed, careful to not run into the food service cart you called in earlier. The chocolate cake you never ate stares back at you as you figure out what to do. You hear shuffling behind you and eventually Lando’s presence can be felt behind you. You already know the “I will never do it again” gimmick is about to fly out of his mouth.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Please, let’s just go to bed.” He pleads.

“I’m gonna go out for a smoke.” You speak barely above a whisper.

You fiddle with your fingers as you regain your composure, your actions shocking you. You’re not in the right headspace he says as his chest presses against your back. You almost laugh at his antics. It was always the same. He’d come home smelling like another woman, he’d apologize, and you would forgive him, but you were tired. You couldn’t hold onto the idea that Lando would go back to being your Lando. It wasn’t going to happen, not anytime soon at least.

“I’m going for a smoke.” You state again.

You slide past his tense body as you make your way towards the nearest exit. The door slams behind you as you try to get far away from him. A couple of tears slip past your eyelids as you make your way towards the balcony. The same balcony you’d been spending your last couple of nights while Lando was somewhere else having the time of his life. Because, God forbid a man stays loyal in a relationship.

The balcony has a perfect view of the dimly lit courtyard down below. You stand near the railing admiring the view and scattered chatter of the few guests still awake at these hours. Although, they all seemed happy which is something you hadn’t experienced for a while on grand prix weekends. You sighed as you rummaged your robe for the Marlboro cigarettes you’d sneaked into your luggage.

“Can’t sleep?” You jump at the voice with no face.

The brunette emerges from the shadows and you recognize his face almost instantly. Oscar Piastri. The man who was mere points away from taking your boyfriend’s number one driver spot at McLaren. You’d never talked to him hell even interacted with him once in all this years. Now here he was in the flesh, catching you in one of your most vulnerable moments.

“Shit, you scared me.” You gasp holding your hand to your chest. Always into theatrics.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.” He raises his hands up trying to prove his innocence.

The two of you laugh it off as he approaches you. His brown eyes glare into yours as he studies you. He had this thing where he liked to guess people’s backstories simply by looking at them. His ex told him it was creepy and for a moment he tried to get rid of the habit but then they broke up. You can see the gears turning in his head as he reads you. You’re sure he can see the tears in your eyes but he doesn’t say anything about them.

“Fuck, I forgot my lighter.” You sigh, frustrated.

“Here.” He takes one out of his pocket.

You brush his fingers lightly as you take it from him. You murmur a quick thanks in the process before drawing your eyes back to the courtyard. The various murals and statues help you relax. Oddly enough so does the presence of the Aussie.

“Why do you have a lighter?” You ask the brunette.

“I’m a pyromaniac.” He shrugs.

“A driver with humor… how rare.” You indulge in his joke.

“What? Your boyfriend isn’t funny?” He tilts his head trying to read your face.

“Only in public.” You shrug.

“Hmm.” You can hear the judgment in his hum.

“What?” You ask tentatively noticing his change in demeanor.

“I’m not too fond of your boyfriend.” The Aussie grins.

“Yeah, me neither.” You try to whisper but when you notice Oscar’s amused grin you realize how loud you’ve said it. Not that you minded.

“Any particular reason?” He decides to test his luck.

The click of the lighter as you light the cigarette can be heard across the hallway. Your acrylic nails stick out to the driver. He catches how they’re orange and how one even his Lando’s number on it.

You take the lit cigarette and pull it close to your lips, staining it a dark hue of red as you’d forgotten to take your makeup off. Taking a deep, satisfying draw, the smoke slowly filled your lungs as you debated on spilling Lando’s secrets. Or so you thought.

While Oscar may not have been on Carlos close friends, he was certainly on Lando’s spam. A secret account he knew for sure you weren’t on, he’s checked. He knew too much about Lando’s private life and it annoyed him. But most of all it made him irritated that Lando had you waiting for him after every race yet he still cheated.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” You give him a sly smile.

“I’ve got nine lives left.” He jokes.

“Why aren’t you fond of my boyfriend?” You turn the question towards him.

“Fair enough.” Oscar replies. He had already overstepped his boundaries and he didn’t want to go any further.

“It’s just-” He starts

He’s not sure he should be telling you this. He wanted to be honest after all that’s how he was raised. To always tell the truth but he hated the melancholy on your face. Lando was truly out of his damn mind to have you feeling like this.

“I don’t see why Lando would treat you like that.” He shrugs. “You’re too good for him.”

“Well, he wasn’t always like that.” Your tone changes.

“If it’s any consolation my last breakup ended after I got cheated on.” He tries to comfort you.

“I guess we’re not that different, you and I. Well, you’re a talented driver and I’m just the girlfriend of a Formula 1 Driver.” You take a draw of your cigarette again.

You throw the cigarette on the ground making sure to stomp on it. The last thing you needed was to start a fire. You pick it up of course to throw it away on your way back, you’re not a monster. The lively chatter from the courtyard had died down and the hallway lights had dimmed indicating how late it was. You take that as your cue to leave. After all the guy in front of you had Qualifying and you didn’t want to be the reason he ran late.

“It was nice talking to you Osc. I really needed it.” You offer him a genuine smile. “I should head back though. Lan is probably waiting for me.”

The nickname has him look at you, like really look at you. He analyzes your eyes, your hair. and the way your lips curl into a mischievous expression with every word you say. It’s the first time he’s actually noticed you. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes how jealous he is of his teammate right now. Not just jealous but angry because, how could he possibly cheat on you when you were the prettiest thing his eyes had ever laid eyes on.

“See you at qualifying.” He says.

You offer him a last smile before stepping away from him. He laughs to himself wondering how much longer until you gave up on Lando. Then he remembers his lighter, the lighter he uses every once in a while when the season gets rough. It was only three or four cigarettes a year he imagined it wouldn’t hurt. Swiftly he turns around hoping to stop you before you go far and he spots you. But he stops in his tracks before he can run after you.

Oscar’s breath hitches as he realizes you’ve been talking to him in lingerie this whole time. Your see through robe leaving very little to the imagination as you walk towards your room. Suddenly, the temperature changes around him and the only thing he feels is the sweat dripping down his neck. He was disappointed and subtly disgusted in himself. You’d spent the last hour telling him all your life troubles, venting to him, trusting him and his dick was getting hard. It was official. The sport had ruined all sense of morality he had left.

“Fuck me.” He murmurs to himself.

ꕥ

The next time Oscar sees you there’s a nuisance following right behind you. It’s very obvious when Lando’s trying to beg you for his forgiveness, he always trails after you like a sick puppy. Like he’s the victim and you’re the mean guy. It completely pisses off the Aussie so much so that when he secures a higher place on the grid than the Brit he doesn’t even offer his teammate any consolation. After all they were just teammates, not brothers, not friends, hell not even acquaintances. Just teammates for pay.

You dress modestly due to this week’s racing venue but somehow it makes Oscar’s brain go haywire. Mostly because he’s wondering what set you have hiding under your long dress. The hot weather of Bahrain doesn’t help him either and he forces his eyes off you, not wanting to make his growing crush on you obvious. It was utterly absurd how much you consumed his thoughts now when a week ago he didn’t even acknowledge your presence.

“So, where we going after the race?” His friend asks him. “Mate, are you even listening?”

“Hmm?” Oscar massages his temple as he watches you strut away.

“Where’s your head at mate?” His friend stares at him all confused. He’d never seen the Aussie so distracted.

“On the race. Which is why I’m not going out tonight. Save the party for next week.” Oscar replies.

-

Lando and you are lucky you haven’t gotten a noise complaint yet due to all the yelling. Carlos has invited him to another party the night before the race. You try to reason with him that he needs to be at his best for tomorrow’s race. You bring up the championship and how he can’t afford another slip off if he wants to end the season a winner.

“Why don’t you come with then?” Lando suggests. “We’ll only be there an hour or two and that way we can unwind for a bit.”

“Are you serious?” You ask him incredulously. “It’s almost midnight.”

“I don’t get you. I am trying to make amends here.” Lando’s tone changes.

“Oh, so I’m in the wrong here?” You scoff. “I’m sorry for looking out for you.”

“Oh, piss off. You act like you’re above everyone else but here you are.” He scorns.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You ask.

“It means that you can’t live without me. You’re always complaining about me about what I do trying to dictate everything I do yet you haven’t left.” He replies.

There’s a an awkward pause and you hope that he’ll take back what he says. But as the seconds go by you realize that all he wanted was the final say. Tears form in your eyes and you look at him with hurt, you don’t even know who he is anymore. As opposed to Lando who can only give you a glare wondering if Carlos would be pissed that he’d be late.

“Okay.” You finally spit out.

Lando only chuckles and shakes his head before he storms away. You can only stand there as you watch him walk away not just from you but your relationship. It’s all a blur as the cold air begins to make you shiver, after all the Brit left you standing in the middle of the hotel hallway with nothing but a lace slip dress on and some heels you were desperate to take off.

Unbeknownst to you the other Formula 1 Driver had overheard your entire conversation from his room. He was never one to eavesdrop but as soon as he heard your voice his morals escaped him. Concern filled him as he heard Lando’s vile words and he wasted no time in looking for you after the yells ended.

“Where’s Norris?” Oscar asks you.

“Who the fuck knows.” Your hands rub your forehead as you think about the fit your boyfriend threw earlier. He was probably down another girl’s throat right now.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s not my business.” His cheeks turn pink.

“No, Osc it’s not your fault. Sorry, I’m just frustrated.” You try to comfort him. “You got any wine?”

Not even an hour later and you find out Oscar had moved to the UK at a young age, his parents divorced when he was young, and his favorite food was carbonara. A couple of drinks and you also air out some of your business. His eyes go wide when you tell him that it was actually your classmate that had originally asked Lando out but you’d caught his eye. That’s how you ended up here all because you were curious about the kid with curls and tan skin.

Two drinks later and the two of you are laughing away at the Aussie’s corny jokes. Then there’s a brief silence after one of his anecdotes and the two of you find yourselves in some sort of a staring contest. The air shifts. The intensity of his stare has you looking at him a different way. Maybe it was the alcohol or your resentment towards your boyfriend, but Oscar was somehow becoming more appealing. You barely knew him yet he had all the traits Lando has lost over the years.

“I wish I could kiss you.” His brown eyes grow wide as he realizes what he’s said.

“I didn’t mean- I meant-” He starts rambling.

“Yeah? Why don’t you kiss me then?” Your big doe eyes beg him to do something, anything.

He wastes no time and his hand wraps around your jaw as he brings you in for a sloppy yet passionate kiss. His lips move against yours in synch and you can feel him grow hard against you. It’s like being a school girl again and sneaking out to meet the guy no one knew you were hooking up with. His kisses begin to trail downwards and you find your legs opening to allow him closer to your body.

Your red bottom heels press against his forehead as you hold him back. You let out a chuckle recalling the time you did it to Lando. Oscar grunts at your actions, he has a perfectly good view of your panties at this angle and he can’t do anything about it. It drives him crazy and you can see it in the way he claws at the carpet underneath him.

“Fucking hell.” He grunts.

“I have a boyfriend.” You gasp, finally aware of what you’d just done.

You drop your heel from his forehead as your sobriety comes back. Oscar visibly winces as he drops on the ground. He can’t help the groan that escapes him as you change your mind. He can only sit back and watch as you panic in front of him, his hard on straining against his sweatpants. It’s absolutely killing him.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper before kissing him on the cheek.

“Oh, and you should really take care of that.” You point towards his crotch before leaving the room.

ꕥ

The race ended over two hours ago and now Lando was spending the car ride to the hotel whining about it not going his way. It was funny really the way he would be so nonchalant to the press but suffering behind closed doors. You’re currently in his drivers room listening to his endless ranting about the car, the strategy, and most of all how Oscar was beginning to overshadow him. You were tired and honestly after his words from last night you felt like giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“How pathetic. You couldn’t even make it on the podium.” You say with distaste. “I told you to not go partying.”

“My fault that I didn’t win then.” He replies sarcastically.

“Actually yeah it is.” You scold him. “Oscar has the same car and he won the race.”

The look on his face is of shock but mostly anger. You knew how sensitive he was to this specific topic. The topic being that he was worried about his standing on the team. You stand there in the middle of his driver’s room trying to hold your ground but after all those years together Lando knows you’re bluffing. You don’t break though and instead continue with your antics until he’s tired of them.

“The car will take you back to the hotel.” He sighs. “Don’t wait up on me.”

Not soon after he’s stormed off you pick up your bag not wanting to cause a scene here. After all there were cameras everywhere and the last thing you needed was to be on every gossip page. You preferred to remain private, it was extremely refreshing, and allowed you to roam freely across the host cities. Although, you’re too distracted to even notice where you’re going not until you run straight into someone’s chest.

“I’m so sorry.” You say.

“It’s fine.” You recognize the accent almost immediately. “You okay?”

You look up to see Oscar looking at you with a concerned look. His cheeks a light shade of red and you realize he’s still recovering from the race.

“Wait.” You speak up. “Do you think you can come back with me to the hotel?”

He knows he should say no especially after last night’s events but the look on your face. Your eyes are basically pleading for him to say yes. He also recalls seeing Lando angrily walk through the paddock not too long ago and seeing your state he imagines what’s happened. Also, he couldn’t just leave you all alone and obviously distraught.

“Yeah. I just need to get some things and then we can leave.” He nods.

You wait for him patiently as he quickly goes back to his driver room. He doesn’t take more than five minutes before he’s back with a sports bag in his hand. The drive back is short and silent, the two of you too afraid to say anything. Oscar was trying his best to not bring up last night but seeing you again so soon was messing with his brain. Out of respect he keeps his mouth shut.

Oscar ever the gentleman helps you out of the car and into your room. He looks around noticing Lando’s pile of clothes on the floor. He also notices how organized your desk is as opposed to what he assumes is your boyfriend’s side of the room. While he continues to analyze the room you take off the heels and let out a sigh of relief at the feel of your feet being free.

“Well, I should go.” He pats his pants. “Good Night.”

He’s halfway towards the door when you rush towards him. You grab his arm urging him to look at you. His eyes are soft and endearing as he senses the warmth in your eyes. He felt like a little boy with a school crush. You were absolutely breathtaking.

“Don’t go.” You whisper.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You knew it was wrong that you shouldn’t go as low as Lando but it didn’t feel wrong. For once you put yourself first and you don’t hesitate to pull in Oscar for a kiss. It’s sweet and gentle and for a second he rests his forehead against yours. Though, that doesn’t last long because the kiss seems to resurface yesterday’s conversation and when he kisses you again it’s with fervor. In only seconds your hands are in his hair and his hands are gripping your waist. Quickly, you lead him towards the bed.

His hands trail your body exploring parts he’s never touched before. He grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail which causes a shiver to run down your spine at the exposure. His lips hover over your neck and before you know it he’s leaving kisses all over the exposed skin. You can feel your body temperature sky rocket as he explores you and while it feels nice you really need him to do something, anything.

“Osc, I need you.” You whine.

You take the risk and take his hand and drag it further down your body. You’re fortunate you decided to wear a dress to tonight’s race and that allows easy access. You can see Oscar get visibly flustered as he realizes what you’re trying to do. You wait a few seconds in case he’s changed his mind before dragging his hand under your dress. He feels the fabric of your panties first and manages to sneak a peek at them. Purple. He almost moans at the thought of you wearing a matching set. It takes him a minute to notice that you’re soaked. You’re practically dripping. You move your panties out of the way and he’s finally able to feel just how turned on you are for him.

“I’m so wet for you.” You mewl seductively.

“Fuck.” He groans.

Somehow Oscar gains the confidence to move his fingers through your folds. You almost close your legs on his hands as he begins to work your cunt. His thumb comes in contact with your clit and you can’t help the illicit moans that escape you. He’s making you feel good in all the right places and he has to bring in his other hand you hold you down. He recalls last night and decides it’s his opportunity to taste you. Soon, his fingers are replaced with his tongue and you let out the most vulgar words at the feeling.

“Osc, oh my.” You gasp.

Your legs wrap around his shoulders as he laps your cunt like a man starved. Oscar had watched plenty of porn before but as he hears your graphic moans he knows that this is better than porn. The way you grind against his face makes him feel good about himself and he decides to take a risk. He brings two fingers to your cunt running them through your folds before dragging them to your hole.

You feel the intrusion and bring your hand down to his wrist helping him guide them inside you. He starts off with a slow pace and you’re sure you can feel his fingers so deep inside of you.

“So close.” You whine.

Oscar speeds up his ministrations at that and you can feel his fingers repeatedly rubbing your sensitive spot. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll last. Then, he curls them inside of you and you feel the room go dizzy as you reach your peak. Your walls squeeze against his fingers and he smirks at your reaction.

“Was that good?” He asks out of breath.

You laugh at that. You can’t remember the last time you had ever felt like that. You look up to him and see his pink cheeks and pull him down for a kiss. Your hands running through his hair as you taste yourself on him. He pulls away taking in your fucked out state. He really wishes he could take a picture but instead he’ll remind himself to never forget this.

You take the opportunity and turn the two of you over, straddling him taking him by surprise. Your actions only turn him on more and you can feel him get hard under you. You lean down kissing him before feeling his hands reach for your zipper. You help him out and unzip your dress and Oscar is finally able to see the set you were hiding. Oscar feels like he’s in heaven. A purple lace bra to accompany your purple lace panties. He had to be the luckiest man alive.

“Oh, fuck.” Oscar groans.

You’re not even fully naked and Oscar feels completely flustered. You can’t wait any longer and move your panties to the side. He admires you from below as you sink down on his cock. A gasp escapes the both of you as he enters you, slowly. Your hands immediately wrap around his shoulders as he fills you completely. You faintly feel his forehead lean against your chest.

“Feel so full Osc.” You moan.

“Yeah?” He groans.

You push him down against the mattress admiring his toned body from above. You remember meeting him all those years ago when he first joined McLaren and he wasn’t the same guy. He was no longer scrawny and skinny. He was built and had a six pack forming. It was certainly the sight and you were getting impatient. You pull up until just the tip is inside of you before slamming back down taking all of him.

“Yeah. So full.” You moan.

Your palms push against his chest as you begin your movements. Your hips move in circles as you ride him. The Aussie can only watch in awe as you fuck him and your titties bunch with every thrust. His hands wrap around your waist instinctively as he notices your movements slowing down. He fills you up perfectly but you’re not so sure how much longer you can remain on top. You’re going so slow when Oscar takes over.

He holds you tight against him as he thrusts up into you. It’s a slow pace at first but the moans of his name seem to egg him on. The pace changes almost instantly and soon enough he’s rutting into you. It’s dirty, rough, intense, it was everything Oscar wasn’t at least in public. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades as he splits you open. Your walls squeeze him as your climax approaches and Oscar only speeds up. It’s all too much for you. A couple of thrusts later and you’re coming around his dick, coating him with slick.

“Fuck.” You sigh.

“Fucking hell. I’m so close.” Oscar grunts.

Oscar was bad at making decisions but he wasn’t entirely stupid. He pulls out as he feels his climax approaching. You watch as thick ropes of cum land on your stomach. Both of you are out of breath and you can hear the both of you panting. It’s almost like a scene out of a porno. You look up and notice that he’s already looking at you. You reach up and grab his jaw bring him in for a final kiss.

“I think I like you.” Oscar whispers like it’s a secret.

“I know.”

Almost as if on purpose your phone rings and you lean over the brunette to reach for it. The exposure of your phone lights up the dark room and you can’t help the grin that forms on your face as you read the notification. You quickly shut off your phone before you scoot back into bed with Oscar.

Lan 🧡

Can I come back yet?

-

You’re barely out of the shower when you hear the click of the hotel room door indicating your boyfriends arrival. Your white robe somewhat wet and drops of water rolling down your legs. It’s nice for once that Lando is back before midnight. He adorns a huge smirk on his face and your appearance only makes it larger. His plan has worked he decides.

“Did it work?” Lando asks.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his disheveled appearance. He reeks of alcohol and weed and you recall his story where Carlos sprayed Champagne all over him. His curls were soaked and out of place, his shirt was unbuttoned, and hell even his socks were mismatched. Seriously, you wouldn’t even be able to tell that he’s a professional athlete.

“You stink.” You say with disgust.

The Brit only laughs and proceeds to walk towards you. You feel the bed dip as he slowly crawls to your lap. He kicks his shoes off before they can get on the sheets. It reminded you of your Uni days when he would surprise you at your loft after midnight. He lets out a sigh of relief as he lays in your lap as if you were his saving grace. In a way you were though. He couldn’t have made it this far in his career without you. He knew that.

“Did it work?” Lando asks again.

Your hands massage through his curls as he lays on your lap, enjoying the soft mewls that leave his lips. You wouldn’t think that he’d be able to pull off his asshole act. Your hand locks with his as he awaits your answer.

“He was practically worshipping me.” You hum. “He also hates you a lot. I think it worked.”

“I love you.” He mumbles.

“I know.”

[yamujiburo]

Here's an arc I thought about doing but won't do because, it'd be a bit too sad and also it's too similar to the Turing Point Arc I already did and also it would be long. But I'll write it here for you angst enjoyers. This ended up being longer than I thought.

Despite getting the "okay" from Ash to date Jessie, Delia still worries that she's not doing the right thing or being a bad mom. Up until now she'd convinced herself that she had the right to be selfish for once after knowing only sacrifice and putting herself last.

Jessie and Ash, while not as antagonistic towards each other, still go at it. A Pikachu zap here, an angry "twerp" being uttered there. The guilt settles in for Delia and figures that it's best to just cut things off before things potentially get worse or before she gets too attached to Jessie. Her son comes first after all. That's what she signed up for when becoming a parent.

She sits Jessie down, eyes watery (it's the first time Jessie's ever seen Delia come close to crying). Delia says she thinks they should end things. Jessie is stunned but accepts it quickly. She sucks it up in the moment, puts a resigned smile on her face and tells Delia she'll leave immediately and not to worry about her. Delia's also broken up about it but promised herself she'd never cry over a goodbye and she wasn't gonna start now.

Jessie goes to James and Meowth's place greeted similarly to this, lightly teasing her about blowing it with Delia, and she breaks down sobbing. Oops it's real this time. James and Meowth do everything in their power to make her feel better. They let her know that things like this happen and they're ready to go wherever she wants to go (knowing that it'd likely be to painful for her to stay in Pallet). As much as she wants to leave, she doesn't want James and Meowth to lose the good thing they have going. She's not in the right headspace to make any decisions so she'll get to it later.

Ash returns home after doing a little training at Oak's lab. He notices Jessie's not around and asks his mom where she is. Delia is about to tell him but can't quite bring herself to say the truth out loud yet. She simply says "I don't know". Ash looks disappointed. "Aw man, I wanted to see if she wanted to battle. She makes a good battle buddy for all of my newer, baby Pokémon." Delia perks up that this. As quickly as he came, he leaves again to go train his Pokémon.

Later, Delia approaches Ash, asking him if he really meant that what he said about Jessie being a good battle partner. He gives her an enthusiastic "yeah!" and tells her that it's been nice having another battle ready trainer around since there's not many in Pallet. Delia starts to pry a little more. "I thought you and Jessie didn't get along?" Ash is confused, and tells Delia they get along great! "Jessie doesn't steal anymore! And she's getting better at battling which is cool." Delia brings up that she's head them argue before. "Oh... well I guess that's just how we are. I'd be weirded out if she was suddenly too nice to me all the time. Jessie's actually a lot like Misty. But taller!" This gives Delia a lot to think about but what's done is done and it's no use pressing on. It's easier this way.

The next morning Delia's getting ready for work. She must not have noticed that she was acting weird but Ash picks up on it. "What's wrong mom?" Delia's shocked he noticed (he's not usually this perceptive). She tells him it's nothing and that she just slept bad. "Hm. But Jessie says that when you're upset you get really quiet and intense." Delia notices that she was pretty intensely mixing the pancake batter. "Jessie told you that?" Ash nods. "Hey speaking of, where is Jessie? Haven't seen her since yesterday." Delia stops mixing and tells Ash that she and Jessie aren't together anymore. Ash is confused and upset at the idea of Jessie doing something that would hurt his mom enough for them to break up. Delia lets him know that Jessie didn't do anything like that and that them breaking up was just for the best. But Ash questions this, pointing out that he's never seen Delia as happy as she was when Jessie was there and also how Delia looks really sad now. Delia can't argue with that but then tells him that it's complicated. Ash, to Delia's surprise, looks a bit disappointed. He's bummed he wasn't able to say goodbye first and asks if she thinks Jessie would still be willing to come by and train with him sometimes. Delia asks him once more if he was really okay with her and Jessie dating. "Yeah I thought I said that already? Jessie's pretty cool when she's not being evil. And she really likes Pokémon which is a plus!" Such simple criteria. Delia's now worried that she might've made a mistake. She finishes making breakfast and heads to work.

At the restaurant she's met by James. She can feel an awkwardness hanging in the air. She knows that James knows. Before she can say anything James tells Delia thank you for employing him and helping him, Meowth and Jessie get back on their feet but that he's going to quit working at the restaurant and that they'll likely be leaving Pallet soon. Delia's heart sinks. There's now a ticking clock and she has to decide what she wants to do SOON. She asks James where Jessie is. James hesitantly tells her that she's at his and Meowth's place. Delia pleads with James to work the restaurant for one more day at least and to cover this shift. She has to go talk to Jessie. He agrees, hoping that this is a good thing.

Delia runs to James and Meowth's place. She knocks on the door upon arrival and waits. It takes a moment but she hears the door unlock. Jessie opens the door, disheveled, tears and snot all over her face, draped in a blanket. Jessie notices it's Delia and, frightened, slams the door. Delia's stunned for a moment and goes to knock on the door again but before she can the door opens. This time Jessie's tears are gone, her hair's fixed and she ditched the blanket. "Oh hey, Delia! What brings you here?" Delia can't help but be charmed. But this is serious. She shakes it off and asks if they could talk. Jessie invites her in. They get to the couch and Jessie starts frantically cleaning up all the crumpled tissues and dirty dishes off the ground. "Heh I caught a cold yesterday. A one day cold. I'm fine now." Delia doesn't call out the obvious lie and gets straight to the point.

She tells Jessie that she's worried she made a mistake. She made a panicked decision that she was hoping would protect Ash and her future self. But now realizes that she was afraid of the idea that she'd made a selfish decision by dating her. It was a selfish decision but that didn't mean it was a bad one. She was the happiest she'd been, Jessie and Ash were learning to get along and were getting along much better than she'd though. She acknowledges that Jessie has been there for Ash in a way that she can't quite be and is also grateful to her for managing to keep Ash home a little longer. She asks if Jessie would be willing to take her back (despite the distress she caused). Jessie starts sobbing with happy tears. She tearfully says she'll try even harder to get along with Ash and be a better person. Delia reassures her that she's doing just fine.

They kiss passionately but then realize it's weird that they're making out in James in Meowth's place and say they'll continue later. Delia tells Jessie to head back home and that Ash is looking forward to battling with her (and she also needs to let James and Meowth not to quit their jobs).

The end~

[daenysx]

10pm and poly marauders

10.00 PM | POLY!MARAUDERS

"your hair- smells wonderful." james tells you, in between his endless hair kisses. "come closer."

you do as he says, settle down on his lap with your sleeping clothes on you, your hair washed just minutes ago. you like taking shower before sleeping, especially now that it's september and it's colder. it softens every muscle got tight during the day.

"how long it'll take them to finish, do you think?" you ask james, he slips the comb in your hair and you think you can fall asleep right here. remus and sirius are in the bathroom, remus washes sirius's hair the way he likes with all those products he uses. it's their own quality time while here you are, sitting on james's legs to have him coax you into the mushy headspace.

"i think sirius won't let him go even if he finishes washing." your boyfriend answers. "we don't have to wait if you're sleepy, beautiful."

you shake your head. "i like it when we all get into the bed at the same time."

james agrees. his fingers keep playing with your head even after he finishes. you snuggle into his chest like a cat, he kisses your soft skin, anywhere he can reach.

you try to keep yourself awake but your eyes close on their own at some point of james's affection. he carries you to bed, you hold his hand to keep him with you.

"hi, lovely." someone behind you says. sirius, you'd know his scent anywhere. "couldn't wait up?"

"leave her, pads." remus defends you. "we took so long, she's been tired."

sirius kisses the side of your head. his hair is slightly wet, all gorgeous with deep black waves. his cheeks are soft against yours. you wrap an unbalanced arm around him.

"remus?" you ask, eyes barely open.

"i'm here, dove." remus comes closer. "we need to clean up the kitchen. we'll be here, okay? you keep sleeping."

"kiss?"

remus smiles against your lips, he's fond of your sleepy kisses. you melt in sheets, not a crumb of energy left in your body. you still hold sirius, he's glad to be pressed against you anyway.

"well, i'd like to help in kitchen." sirius teases. "but you see, i can't really leave when she's hugging me- sorry, moons."

"it's fine." remus says, easily convinced at the sight of his two lovers. "i'm gonna go to jamie, okay?"

cinnamon girl sleepover ♡

[svtswhorehouse]

OT 13 : degradation vs praise — nsfw

disclaimer: minors do not interact, 18+ only

Seungcheol: degradation. honestly, you could care less because his deep and low voice sounds so incredibly sexy that you would let him call you whatever he wants. would definitely have you in healdlock, hitting it from behind as he mutters words into your ear. also the type to do it infront of a mirror because if he’s calling you his little whore, he has to prove it to you. do you care though?? no. it’s literally cheol, how can you not be a whore for him when all you want to do is constantly get on your knees and listen to his every command. he would also add a “say it,” behind every word of degradation because he wants to hear you repeat it back to him.

Jeonghan : degradation. CONDESCENDING !!!will spit out the filthiest of names and words with the nicest most angelic tone that will have you going ???? like a tone that will have you second guessing yourself cause are you really his dirty little cum slut ??? (yes you are.) he would definitely get you in a headspace where it’s easy to mess with your mind. all you would want is to be his good girl, but he would convince you that you’re not trying hard enough and you’re nothing but a hole for him to use as he pleases. would make you cry, but only because he just won’t call you good and it has you doing absolutely everything for him to. (he ends up calling you pathetic instead.)

Joshua : praise. might degrade you at first, but then he would feel like he's being a little too mean and completely switch up. would constantly have his cute doe eyed smile on his face so you always feel like you're being a good girl for him ! is so in tune with your feelings, he would bust out a plethora of words to make you feel giddy whenever he can tell you're getting overstimulated or tired. would answer any questions with a nod and faux excitement, but you don't care because he's truly trying his best to be nice when what ya'll are engaging in is so incredibly filthy.

Jun : praise. does it in a sweet and sultry voice that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head almost instantly. would litter every inch of your body in kisses while telling you how incredibly beautiful you are and how much he loves you. honestly, probably the type to mostly give praise when making love rather than plain ole fucking. i'm not gonna lie, he's so good at focusing on you and saying the right things that he could probably make you cum untouched with just his words.

Soonyoung : degradation. hoshi loves you. hoshi loves you very much and he lets you know that always before fucking !! hoshi also lets you know that it might seem like he hates you for a few minutes. he turns into a completely different person. like where has your cute tiger obsessed boyfriend gone and why has a man who’s calling you his little cum dump replaced him???? honestly, he would never say anything you’re not comfortable with though. can go for hours and you would let him use you how he pleases as he calls you his whore and a slut. you would let him call you, AND you would be anything for him as long as he makes you feel good (ahem, he always does).

Wonwoo : degradation. low and raspy voice pt 2. no one can tell me that wonwoo would not degrade you, he strikes me as a hard dom. would probably use the plain ole hard words, not even sugar coating it. he calls you a whore? yes you are. he calls you a slut? you're proving him right. he calls you his cum dump? well only for him. anything wonwoo says goes and even though he might make you cry, his dick most definitely makes up for it. would break you down into a headspace in which your mind goes blank and you truly do believe his words, agreeing with everything he says in fear that he might stop making you feel good if you don't.

Woozi : degradation. his go to is definitely either calling you desperate or pathetic because he usually makes you cock warm him and uhm... it's true. you can't resist moving despite him telling you not to. would use you as his stress relief when working in the studio so you can imagine the cruel filthy words leaving his mouth as he takes everything out on your poor hole. would make fun of you for "making a mess" in his studio after he ends up making you squirt, and reprimands you when you don't hold it in. would call you AND make you feel dirty because of it, but you could care less because that sensation is beginning to form in the pit of your stomach for the second time and, oh, you think you're gonna squirt again.....

Dokyeom : praise. you're his good girl, you can truly do no wrong in his eyes. would tell you you’re doing a great job for absolutely everything. you could literally just get a condom out of the drawer and he would be smiling at you with warm eyes and be like “that’s my baby!!!” honestly sometimes you wanna ask if he can try being a little mean, but seokmin truly isn’t capable of that. would definitely bring the praise outside of the bedroom too ! “you’re doing such a good job baby, keep up the good work!” you’ve gotten so used to it now that even if he does try being mean and you think you’d like it, you also think you might cry yourself to sleep at the first word that leaves his mouth.

Mingyu : praise. he really busts it out when he starts to overstimulate you !!! he’s a lil motherfucker cause he knows what he’s doing and knows that all you want to do is be his lil good girl. you could be crying on his cock cause he’s just so big and making you feel so full and he would have a faux sympathetic smile on and say “i know baby, but you’re taking me so well.” would also give praise in the form of kisses. he would litter them all over your face and kiss every single tear away when you begin to cry at how good it feels. would encourage you as well ! “that’s it baby, just like that. you’re doing so good for me.”

Minghao : degradation. oh, he's a meanie. i will always push my strict dom! hao agenda cause he just gives me those vibes yk? he would be doing it before you even start !!! would have you on your knees naked infront of him while he’s fully clothed and would be calling you pathetic. you would stay quiet and not argue though cause hao is MEAN. would add fuel to the fire and probably make you get off on his shoe or cum untouched just because he likes making fun of how easy it is to get you to cum. would order you not to cum, but then would FORCE an orgasm out of you with a shit eating grin cause he knows what he’s doing. he would definitely reprimand you for going against his word even though you couldn’t help it.

Seungkwan : praise. you're his baby fr. he might get the urge to try out being mean, but with one glance at your pretty face and innocent doe eyes, he's literally calling you the cutest and peppering your face in never-ending kisses ! he never wants you to doubt your abilities nor second guess yourself so he is constantly reassuring you and saying how no one could ever make him feel the way you do. he would always pet your hair, squish your cheeks between his hands, and give you multiple kisses throughout sexy time just because !

Vernon : praise, but lowkey. honestly, he's the type of person to praise you during sex without any dirty intentions behind his words. you would be going down on him and he’d probably mutter a “ahh, that feels nice.” would also shoot you smiles here and there. tbh it’s probably not something y’all really consider apart or necessary when it comes to sex, BUT regardless, vernon is very good when it comes to reassuring you that you’re always doing a great job.

Dino : degradation. no one can tell me that chan is not one horny motherfucker. his dirtiest of thoughts would slip from his mouth when he's degrading you. most definitely would have to fuck in every position possible just to add fuel to the fire so he could humiliate you more. he probably gets so into it that he just ends up talking the whole time and degrading you, but it’s okay cause the only thing you’re doing the whole time is moaning anyways. you also get so into it that the words just slip right past your head so you don’t really get the time to process it, all you can feel is the urge to cum.