#track one

[dovebuffy92]

My Ranking of Taylor Swift’s Track One Songs

1. … Ready For It?

2. The 1

3. Willow

4. Lavender Haze

5. Fearless

6. I Forgot You Existed

7. Mine

8. State of Grace

9. Tim McGraw

10. Welcome to New York

11. Fortnight (Featuring Post Malone)

[tayloralisoneras]

Reblog if you're a Swiftie who has a special relationship with Track 1s 💕💕💕

1. Tim McGraw (debut)

1. Fearless (fearless)

1. Mine (speak now)

1. State Of Grace (red)

1. Welcome To New York (1989)

1. ...Ready For It? (reputation)

1. I Forgot That You Existed (lover)

1. the 1 (folklore)

1. willow (evermore)

1. Lavender Haze (midnights)

[podcastwizard]

this will not be a bridgerton blog but for the foreseeable future i will not be thinking about anything other than bridgerton

(original post @romanceyourdemons)

[rwfanficrw]

POTS - After Move In/Kento Eating Cye's Food

This was an idea my friend came up with. Kento unintentionally makes Cye's POTS worse when they move back in together. He thinks Cye's not hungy and eats his food. This was part of an RP we did and this continues it.

Basically Cye was too polite to say no and the food that Sage and Mia specifically made for him and his dietary needs was eaten by Kento.

This is also the story that I swear I almost wrote Sage x Kento.

Ryo looks between Sage and Kento and then to Cye and Rowen. He sighs and tugs Kento by his arm, “Come on, lets go heat some water up.”

“We’re going to help him upstairs.” Sage calls back as they walk out. “I can carry him and-“

“Let’s go Kento.” With force Ryo pulled the other out leaving the other three behind him. The light is flicked off above their heads like Cye had requested when all of this started.

“I-I don’t want to go upstairs.. I don’t want to hide.” Cye’s voice shook as he tried to speak and fight the synscope that had come on while everyone was arguing. “…I-I just want the couch, my heating blanket…a-and…” He blushes looking down, “Rowen.”

Rowen looks over his head to Sage. They both knew a fainting spell was coming and it wouldn’t do any good to have it on the stairs.

“…tired of everyone f-fighting…”

Rowen reaches out catching him as Cye sags into him. Sage steadied the two of them as best he could before they both lowered the unconscious warrior to the floor.

He sat down gently moving Cye’s head to his lap holding it there. He hears Sage sit down as well and gently move the smaller body to where it wasn’t restricting blood flow.

“You ok?”

Sage wasn’t really asking, he knew it was a rhetorical question. Sage KNEW how he felt about people thinking Cye was weak.

He just shrugs unable to look the blonde in the eye, “…dunno. I don’t like them treating him like he’s weak just because he faints. And don’t say anythin’ Sage.”

“All I was going to say was they are still getting used to this. We know what Cye can do if given the chance and patience. They don’t.”

“Yeah? Well they need to learn real quick because it’s getting’ old. You can just see his face drop every time Kento questions if he should be doin’ somethin’.”

Sage sighs nodding. Rowen’s accent was coming out more than usual, it meant he was angry. “I know.”

“Then how do we fix it?”

“We talk to Kento outside away from him. Snapping at Kento in front of Cye is just going to cause all of this to happen more. You know how much Cye hates fighting between the five of us.”

“I know. It’s why he gave in and just gave Kento his food. I could have strangled Kento when he accepted it twice.” Rowen’s eyes were dark, he wasn’t happy.

“What? He can’t keep doing that. Cye has to eat. The results came back from the doctor, I thought it was strange but I guess its not abnormal.. since we’ve moved here he’s lost 6lb.”

“W-What?”

The bearer of Halo nods, “The paperwork is up in Mia’s office.. he has to eat properly and Kento needs to learn to back off.”

“Oh. He will. Once Cye wakes back up, we’re going to help him to the couch then I’m going to find Kento myself.”

“Rowen don’t start anything.”

“I’m going to finish it.”

A groggy moan interrupted the conversation. Rowen hunched over smiling down at the youngest warrior as a pair of unfocused green eyes stared back up at him, “Take it easy, buddy. I’m here. So is Sage.”

Sage sits back relieved that he had woken up a lot quicker than expected. “I’m here, Cye. Don’t force yourself to wake up. Just take your time.”

He looks around the dark room and sees the empty fireplace and gets an idea. He gets to his feet and leaves the room without another word.

Rowen tilts his head confused but drops his gaze back down to Cye at feeling a cold hand reach up and attempt to find where he was. He felt a slight cold touch from Cye’s hand making a very brief contact. He catches the hand and places it against the side of his face. “I’m right here. You’re on the floor in the living room.”

“…everyone was fighting..” The voice was barely audible and came out in heavily accented English.

He sighs and answers back in English, “I know. I’m sorry buddy. Kento just needs to stop taking your food and needs to chill out. We all do.” He finds himself placing a light kiss in the palm of the cold hand he was holding. “We’ll work harder on not fighting. We’re all just worried about you.”

He looks down quietly waiting. He knew he wouldn’t get a verbal response from that, not because Cye didn’t have something to say but he would still be coming back. Conversations were very one sided while he recovered from fainting. Sometimes he wouldn’t remember what they had talked about in the haze and other times he would continue the conversation an hour later without any warning.

Both were slightly terrifying.

He watched as Cye’s eyes grew heavy then shut. He waited to see if it were another fainting spell but the other just relaxed. He smiles squeezing the hand he was holding. “That’s right. Just relax.”

He looked back up wondering where Sage ran off to.

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“Kento, do you want to be useful?”

Kento and Ryo turned around to see Sage coming into the kitchen. The blonde was dressed in a heavy jacket and boots. He had jackets in his hand.

Kento tilted his head, “Where are you off to?”

“Answer the question. I’m in no mood for your nonsense right now.”

“What?”

Ryo groaned sensing yet another fight starting. “Ok Sage we get it. What do you need us for?”

“We’re going to light a fire in the fireplace. Now Kento, can you help me get wood then quietly put it in the fireplace without scaring Cye or do I need to do it myself.”

Kento looked partially upset, insulted, and confused before he nods catching his jacket. “U-Uh sure, dude… lead the way.”

“I’m guessing I’m the fire starter?” Ryo asks as he follows them to the door.

“if you’re up for it.”

Wildfire grins, “Always.”

*~*

Kento follows Sage outside into the dark cold landscape, it was still snowing outside. He shrugs his jacket on looking around, “Where are we going anyway?”

“To get wood. Didn’t you chop some up earlier?”

“Yeah, its by the back door.” He leads the blonde down the snow covered walkway to the back door. “Here.. is that enough for you?”

“It’ll do. Three logs should be enough?”

“Should be. Sage what’s with the attidude, dude?”

Sage sighs heavily before looking back to Kento, “You have to stop taking Cye’s food.”

“He wasn’t hungry and-“

“He’s never hungry, Kento. It’s a side affect of the POTS. What little he does eat can upset his stomach and leave him miserable.. but if he’s not forced to eat he will have several fainting spells and be too weak to get off the couch. If he does eat but its too much at once, he’ll be in the bathroom throwing up all night.”

“Ok so I won’t do that anymore.”

“That’s not enough, Kento.”

“I don’t know what else you want me to do and-“

“Listen to what’s going on. Watch what we’re doing and try to learn so you can help. You assume so much because of how “close” you and Cye were before all of this. Now instead of helping you’re making things worse. I’m sorry its not what you want to hear but we can’t have you messing things up.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, either back off and learn or I’ll keep you away myself. I’m barely holding Rowen back as it is. If I weren’t here, he’d have used Strata and blasted your ass back to Saturn already.”

“Ok, so it’s just food and-“

“Not “just food”. Since we’ve moved here Cye has lost six pounds.” Sage finally stated ignoring the cold snowy wind as it swirled around them. “It took us almost half a year to gain that back last time.”

Kento’s face dropped.

“Every meal I make him is specially “crafted” so he gets what nutrients he needs. Even if he doesn’t eat the full meal in one sitting, it can be warmed up for a second or third time. Just as long as he eats. If he doesn’t …well let’s just say there are some more extreme options the doctor is threatening us with. You taking his food is making all of this worse. He’s only offering it so you’ll stop bothering everyone. You know he hates us fighting with each other. Just stop making things so difficult.”

Kento had to look away and attempt to bite back tears. He was a tough guy, tough guys don’t cry…but it was hard. Especially when he’s messed up his best friend.

Sage watched him realizing what he’d done. “I’m sorry Kento…I just.. we can’t have him going backwards. You do understand that right?”

“I-I know…” The other turns back, obvious tears in his eyes that he was trying to hide. “J-Just have to be gentler with my best buddy. You guys always said I was too rough with him. I was always worried that I’d hurt him�� now I did.”

“Look,” The blonde sighs realizing he’d made a mess. “Let’s get this wood inside and light the fire. He fainted on us before he could even leave the room and he was adamant about not going upstairs. Can we not argue anymore at least for tonight?”

“I-I don’t know man, I don’t want to be too loud. I’ll carry it inside but then you can put it in the fireplace. My buddy needs peace and quiet and lets’ face it, ol hard head isn’t quiet. I’m loud and clumbsy.”

Sage nods not sure what to say and follows him in. He’d wanted Kento to understand this for years but never knew he actually did. Now he had a weird pit in his stomach growing… was it regret? He actually felt bad for how he’d said it. Rowen had been warning him that words have meaning and to watch how he said things but he never really understood it until now. “Hey Kento..”

Kento stopped at the door carrying six logs in his arms like it was nothing, “Yeah?”

“I need you to carry the wood into the living room.”

“But you..”

Sage rolled his shoulder smiling as best as he can, “Threw my shoulder out trying to pick one up. Guess it’s up to you.”

The other tilted his head before smiling happily.

“Just do it quietly. As quietly as you can. I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you.” Sage followed him in relieved to see the other look normal again, not that he’d ever admit it. “QUIETLY Kento.”

“Says the one yelling “quiet”.” Kento responded in a whisper as he kicked his boots off. “You just rest you’re pretty rich boy shoulder… let the men take care of the man work.”

The blonde glared daggers, “What the-“

“Just take it easy. I’ll help ya to the couch later.”

He watched Kento go into the room and grumbles, “Like hell he will.”

“We don’t have to do this.” Rowen states as he helps Cye out of the car.

Annnd random Christmas Drabble apparently. Rowen’s a smart ass in this one:

“I do. She may dislike me, but she’s still my mother and it’s Christmas, Rowen.” Cye got out looking down the worn stone path walkway. He looks up and doesn’t see a lot of black smoke coming out, “She’s not using the kiln that I can see. I may go check that afterwards and make sure she hasn’t unintentionally caused problems with it.”

Rowen looks back to Sage as he got out as well. “Kilns. Did you hear that? He wants to go down there.”

“We’ll go as far as his body will let him.” The blonde shrugged giving the other a look that said leave it be. He had already planned for a flare up afterwards and was prepared at either Mia’s house or Cye’s apartment… and if that didn’t work, Osaka wasn’t as far away and his family offered to let them stay.

Cye took a deep breath before he started down towards the main door. He prayed she was in a good mood otherwise they were going to be kicked out. His main concern was

[keferon]

Don’t mind me I just like to see him go bananas about cartoonish Autobot rules

Maaan…..if Prowl was in tfp he would spontaneously combust at least once a day

[saintmichale]

Love that after all the Ravens being institutionalized and dying Jeremy checks in on Kevin with very valid concern and Kevin’s like,,, I’m playing Exy five hours a night, we have three out of the five perfect court here, and Neil and Andrew finally fucking nasty and leaving me alone, things are great 👍

[patzweigz]

really surprised i have of yet to see this reading of laios' and toshiro's relationship before tbh

[eyes-of-nine]

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

[trashytracktales]

Omg can you please write some smut with Lando about the FIA gala??? He looks so hot in that suit and I need something about it🥵😭 Maybe after the gala ended and they’re back to their hotel or they fuck while they’re on the plane back to Monaco.

The FIA (Feral Instincts Arise) Awards | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── I knew there would be requests for this the second I saw Lando on that carpet. Bon appétit 😛

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𐙚 summary ──── It's the 2024 FIA Awards, and Lando and his girlfriend can't help but steal a moment of passion, unable to resist the tension built through teasing touches and glances during such a glamorous night.

𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

𐙚 rating ──── explicit

𐙚 category ──── F/M

𐙚 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, established relationship, teasing, mild public intimacy, smut, descriptive language, fingering, bathroom sex, swearing.

𐙚 word count ──── 3.2k

𐙚 date ──── Dec. 14, 2024

𐙚 a/n ──── I have nothing to say except that I am absolutely devastated that my role model and inspiration, Michèle Mouton has officially retired from her role as FIA Safety Delegate. I love her so much and will forever be grateful for the representation she provided for women in motorsport throughout the years. In other news, at least everybody looked so fucking hot last night.

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IT WAS PURE torture for her to see him up on that stage from the beginning of the evening. She’d sat in the audience, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude for being able to be by his side during this exciting stage of his life — witnessing his hard work, his wins, and his dreams becoming reality. It's more than she ever imagined.

As she watched him, she realized she wasn't just proud of his accomplishments, but thankful to be the one he comes home to, the one who gets to share these moments that will live forever in both of their memories.

Standing up to cheer for him, as Lando’s name was announced for finishing second in the Drivers’ Championship, was a natural reaction. The applause was loud, a mix of respect and so much admiration for her determined racer boy who had fought tooth and nail all season.

McLaren’s triumph in the Constructors’ Championship only added to the celebration, the team beaming as they ascended the stage to accept their award.

While the room celebrated them, all she could think about was him — her man, standing under the spotlights, looking impossibly handsome in his perfectly tailored black suit and crisp white shirt. He looked perfect, from his styled curls to his sharp jawline and sweet, nervous smile. She felt very conflicted, overwhelmed with pride and love, yet squirming with a different kind of heat every time he looked for her in the audience. The way his dimple appeared when he smiled, the casual confidence in his voice as he gave his speech, and the glint of determination in his eyes as he thanked the team for having faith in him — every bit of it was intoxicating.

Now, at the dinner table, the atmosphere has shifted.

Glasses of champagne catch the glow, sparkling like liquid gold, as conversations hum softly among the elite of the motorsport world.

Lando sits beside her, relaxed in a way only he can manage after such a long, eventful evening. His suit jacket is draped over the back of his chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms. He holds a champagne flute in one hand, the other resting lazily on her thigh beneath the table.

She can feel the warmth of his palm on her skin, his fingers flexing ever so slightly. It’s a casual touch — he’s sipping champagne, laughing at something Oscar just said — but the effect it has on her is anything but relaxed. Her heart races every time his thumb brushes against her soft skin, slow and intentional, almost like he knows exactly what he’s doing to her.

Her own glass of champagne sits untouched in front of her, her attention split between the conversation around them and the heat blooming under Lando’s hand. She tries to pay attention, nodding along while Andrea talks about some funny incident that happened in the garage during the last race of the season. But her thoughts keep drifting back to him.

She glances over at Lando, her breath catching at how effortlessly handsome he is, now that he’s more relaxed and in his element. The golden light softens the sharp lines of his face, making him look almost ethereal. But it’s the dimpled smirk that forms as he catches her staring that sends a shiver down her spine.

“Everything okay, gorgeous?” asks Lando, his voice low enough that only she can hear.

She nods, swallowing hard. “Positive. I'm just incredibly proud of you, that's all.”

His smirk widens, his thumb stroking her thigh with more purpose now. “You’ve said that already,” Lando murmurs, leaning in just enough that his breath brushes her ear. “But keep going. I like hearing it,” he adds, pressing his lips to her cheek.

She smiles, looking away, determined not to let him fluster her further.

However, Lando has other plans. His fingers trace unhurried patterns on her inner thigh, edging closer to the hem of her dress. The movement is subtle — nobody at the table would notice — but to her, it feels like her skin is burning. Her breathing gets heavier, and she shifts in her seat instinctively, her legs parting just enough under the table to grant him more access.

“My good girl,” whispers Lando, smiling against her cheek, then turning his attention back to the conversation.

Her heart skips at the quiet praise, and she shoots him a quick, warning glance, her eyes wide with panic.

Lando looks completely unbothered, taking part of the dialogue like he’s the epitome of innocence. The slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips tells a very different story, though. A secret one, that only they know about.

“Stop it,” she whispers through gritted teeth, her voice so low that it’s practically a breath.

Obviously, he doesn’t. If anything, her quiet protest seems to spur him on. The pads of his fingers creep higher, brushing dangerously close to the heat between her legs. She grips the stem of her champagne flute tightly, her knuckles white as she tries to take her first sip of alcohol of the night — at least then she'll have something to blame if anyone asks her why she got so flustered all of a sudden.

“Lando,” she warns, her voice soft but firm.

“Hm?” he hums, his expression completely neutral as he keeps his attention to Oscar, who’s recounting his Turn 1 incident from Abu Dhabi.

She bites her lip, willing herself not to squirm in her seat. She almost can not believe how shameless Lando is, then she remembers all the times he tested her patience when they were in public. At that, her free hand drops to her lap, fingers wrapping around his wrist in an attempt to still his movements. He doesn’t pull away, but he also still doesn’t stop. Instead, his thumb presses a little harder, a constant reminder of his presence.

“You’re squirming, baby,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement. “People are going to notice.”

“Then stop,” she repeats quietly, her tone sharp enough to earn a quick, curious glance from Andrea, who's sitting across from her. She ends up forcing a small smile, nodding, then turning back to Lando.

He chuckles under his breath, leaning in just slightly so his words are for her ears alone. “But we’re having so much fun,” he teases.

Her body betrays her as heat pools low in her belly, and she can’t stop herself from shifting again, her legs spreading a fraction wider. Lando takes full advantage of the movement, his fingers grazing higher until they’re just shy of where she needs him most. She glares at him, her eyes filled with need and her cheeks burning when his fingers slide easily over her lace panties, pressing harder on her warmth. As a response, her body jerks, and she barely suppresses a gasp, her nails digging into his wrist.

“I hate you,” she mutters under her breath, her voice shaky.

His grin returns, and he tilts his head, finally looking at her again. His gaze is dark, heated, and he looks entirely pleased with himself. “No, you don’t,” says Lando, so sure of himself.

It’s a miracle she doesn’t combust on the spot.

Because he's right — she doesn't hate him, she hates the fact that they're in public and she's incredibly turned on, but there's nothing she can do about it.

Finally, she can breathe normally when he withdraws his hand from between her legs, just as casually as he’d started. Her body is still buzzing with the lingering traces of his touch as she places her hand lightly on Lando’s shoulder. Slowly, she rises from her seat, her fingers squeezing just enough to send him a silent message only he’d understand.

At that, Lando’s heart stutters for a beat, his mouth suddenly dry as he watches her glide gracefully toward the bathrooms. The way her dress hugs her curves doesn’t help the growing situation in his pants — it’s like she knows exactly what she’s doing to him, a small punishment for what just happened between them. He tries to act like he's not affected, emptying his glass of champagne while his eyes turn back to the table, but his focus is scattered.

His hand still tingles from touching her under the table, and now he’s left to deal with the knowledge that his teasing had gotten to her.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Minutes tick by, though they feel like an eternity.

Lando finds himself forcing a laugh at something Oscar says, remembering how impossibly talkative his teammate gets when he has a few drinks on board. He shifts in his seat, trying to mask his growing anticipation, but she’s all he can think about. His fingers drum against his empty glass, the weight of the moment making it almost impossible to sit still.

Then, his phone buzzes inside his pocket, her name lighting up the screen.

He doesn’t need to answer to know it’s just a diversion, and she’s not waiting for a conversation, either — she’s just giving him an out.

Lando clears his throat, “Sorry, I have to take this,” he says, giving the table an apologetic smile, as he pushes back his chair and making his way out of the dining area with purpose.

His heart pounds in his chest as he walks toward the bathroom, careful not to seem too rushed, but acutely aware of the tension building inside his body with each step he takes.

The hallway leading to the bathrooms is quieter, lined with soft, ambient lighting and artwork that screams understated luxury. He takes a turn, his steps slowing as he spots her standing in front of the mirror inside the women's restroom. The space itself is elegant, all marble countertops and gold fixtures, with sleek stalls and huge mirrors.

She’s touching up her lipstick, her purse resting next to her, the subtle curve of her smile betraying the fact that she knows he’s behind her. Lando approaches slowly, his footsteps soft against the polished tile. When he’s close enough, his hands settle on her waist, his touch firm yet familiar as he pulls her closer.

“There you are,” he says, his voice low and full of heat. “Worried about your makeup when it’s just going to smudge off you anyway?”

Her smile turns into a smirk as she meets his gaze in the mirror. “God, you’re the worst,” she teases, her tone light but laced with something more intimate.

Lando chuckles while she turns in his arms. Her hands slide up his chest, her touch lingering as she looks up at him, her eyes dark with intent.

“Are you sure it can’t wait until we get back to the hotel?” asks Lando, even though he already knows the answer, because he knows the look she has painted all over her face very well.

Her lips brush against his cheek in a warm, lingering kiss before her breath tickles his ear. “Baby, that's hours away.”

She intertwines her fingers with his, and leads him to one of the stalls at the end of the bathroom. The space is just as luxurious as the rest of the venue — tall wooden doors that reach from ceiling to floor, polished brass locks, and a sense of privacy that makes it feel more like a secluded room than a bathroom stall. As soon as they step inside, the door locks with a soft click, and every ounce of restraint disappears.

Lando’s lips are on hers instantly, hot and demanding, his hands already traveling to the hem of her dress. There’s no time to waste, with all those people back at the table who could realize at any moment that it is no coincidence that they are both missing at the same time.

His hands slide up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress higher until he reaches the thin band of her panties. His fingers slip beneath the lace, tugging them down in one swift motion before his hand returns, sliding between her legs and finding her completely soaked.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his forehead resting against hers as his fingers dip into her heat. “All this from a bit of touching?”

Her breath comes out in a shaky laugh as she clutches his shirt. “No,” she whispers, “All this from watching you on that stage, sitting next to you the entire night, seeing how people were cheering for you — and then from a bit of touching.”

A cocky smirk tugs at Lando’s lips. “That so?” he asks, pressing a finger into her, his pace measured as he stretches her slowly.

She gasps, her head falling back against the door, and he takes the opportunity to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. A second finger joins the first, curling inside her as his thumb circles her clit, making her see stars.

Her hands, trembling with anticipation, move to his belt, fumbling for a moment before she pushes his pants down just enough to free his hardened cock. Her touch is soft at first, her fingers wrapping around him and stroking slowly, making his jaw clench.

She looks up at him, her lips curving into a teasing smile as she echoes his earlier words. “All this from touching me under the table?”

“Shut up,” he growls, grabbing her thigh and hitching it around his hip. His cock presses against her entrance, teasing her as he slides the tip through her slick folds.

“You shut up, and fuck me already,” she says, her voice thick with desire.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With one swift thrust, he buries himself inside her, both of them gasping at the full sensation. The stretch is so sweet and perfect, and he pauses for just a moment, letting her adjust before pulling back and thrusting again, harder this time. Her back presses against the door, the cool wood contrasting with the heat of his body as he sets a relentless pace, in and out of her tight pussy. His hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider for him as he drives into her, each movement hungrier than the previous.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Lando groans, his lips brushing against her ear. “Perfectly thight around me, baby. Always so sweet and eager, aren’t you?”

She clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he angles his hips, hitting a spot that has her biting back a cry. “Lan,” she breathes, her voice shaky and full of need, while trying to mimic his rapid movements.

“That’s it,” he encourages her, his voice rough as his fingers dig into her hips. “Let them hear you, baby. Let everybody know how well you take my cock.”

Her head falls on his shoulder as he thrusts deeper, harder, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. The tension coils tighter and tighter in her belly, her body trembling as she teeters on the edge.

“Lando, fuck,” she moans wetly into his shoulder, feeling her pussy clenching around his length. “Shit, baby. Yes, don’t stop.”

As he buries himself so deep inside her, Lando realizes that's what he wants to do for the rest of the evening — the rest of his life, as a matter of fact. His lips part as he feels her walls twitching around him, making him — if that's even possible — even harder for her. His breaths come out in spasms, letting out a small cry of pleasure as his chest crashes against hers violently.

Sensing that she’s so close, Lando’s hand ends up slipping between their bodies to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”

“Are you—oh, fuck,” she tries to speak, but all her thoughts are focused on how good he makes her feel.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando assures her, “Right behind you, love.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before she shatters around him, her walls clenching hard as her orgasm washes over her. Her moans are muffled against his neck as he continues to fuck her through her release, chasing his own high. His movements grow erratic, sloppier, his grip on her tightening as he finally lets go, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.

For a moment, they can’t hear anything else except the soft whir of ventilation and their labored breathing. Their bodies stay pressed tightly together as the echoes of their pleasure lingers in the small space.

Her chest heaves against his as she exhales shakily, her lips brushing his neck, then up his jaw in a silent thank you.

Lando smiles, slowly pulling out of her, his cock still hard and sensitive from his release. She shudders at the sudden emptiness, but before she can speak, his hand slips between her thighs again. His fingers slide inside, pushing some of his cum and their mingled release back into her.

“Lando,” she gasps, her body clenching instinctively around his fingers.

His breath falls hot against her skin. “Gotta make sure you feel it all night.”

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she bites her lip, torn between glaring at him and melting into his touch. He strokes her lazily, savoring the way her body responds to him even now.

“Insane behavior, Norris,” she exhales sharply, finally looking up at him.

“My brand,” he smirks back at her. “But what about you, hm?” he asks, his tone soft, but teasing as his eyes rake over her wrecked expression. “Going back knowing you’re filled up so good?”

She rolls her eyes at him, but the heat in her gaze betrays her. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You love it,” he quips, fixing a strand of her hair and then kissing her deeply one last time.

She smiles against his lips, brushing her thumb over his mouth to wipe away the faint smudge of her lipstick. Then, leaning up, she presses a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “Don’t take too long, champ.”

With that, she exits the stall, glancing once in the mirror to make sure she looks composed, and collecting her purse before heading back to the table.

When she returns to her seat, the conversation flows just as before, no one paying much attention to her absence beyond a polite glance. Her heart pounds in her chest, the sensation of being so intimately connected to Lando still fresh in her mind as she settles into her chair. She picks up her glass of champagne, finishing it in one go, her hands steady despite the warmth still coursing through her body — and the wetness between her legs.

A few minutes later, Lando comes back, his phone pressed to his ear as he pretends to be mid-conversation. His expression is casual, his voice light as he murmurs something unintelligible before slipping his phone back into his pocket and taking his seat.

But as soon as he sits down, Oscar’s eyes narrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Lando catches the look, frowning slightly as he tilts his head. “What?” he asks silently, his expression confused.

Oscar doesn’t answer, instead he points directly at Lando’s bowtie, which is noticeably crooked.

Lando’s eyes widen as he glances down, and straightens it as casually as he can, his cheeks turning faintly pink.

“It's windy outside,” Lando mutters under his breath, low enough that only Oscar can hear.

His teammate just grins knowingly, leaning back in his chair. “Whatever you say, mate.”

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somewhere in zadash's premium smut shop:

meanwhile, caleb celebrating fjorester's engagement in nicodranas:

[dovebuffy92]

My Ranking of Florence + The Machine’s Track One Songs

Note: I love all these tracks (most of them are on my favorite Florence + The Machine songs list), but I do prefer some over others.

1. Ship to Wreck

2. King

3. Dog Days Are Over

4. If Only For a Night

5. June

[zeropro]

I know we just got some angst, but I can't it's just too good

Can we get just a little bit more? pretty please with a cherry on top 🍒 🙏🥺

oops, lost your trine

Part 1 | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4]

[mrmanbat]

So I’m a sucker for the maladaptive hyper independent characters.

Not only is it just a fun read but it’s actually so funny.

Characters like Tim get so used to lying and leaving out information that they eventually just give up on keeping track of the lies.

Like yeah he essentially embezzled a Batmobile but what’s Bruce gonna do now? It’s been years. Statute of limitations and all that.

Sure he maybe hired an acter to pretend to be his estranged uncle and fabricated government papers. In his defense he really didn’t what to be adopted.

“Reminds me of the that one time Tam and I accidentally got engaged.” - Tim

“You what now?” - Bruce

The random lore drops he gives are so funny.

[rwfanficrw]

Beginning Cont. 2

So after digging more into POTS and getting on POTS tiktok, I learned that sadly it's so hard to get diagnosed that people can go YEARS without help.

So I rewrote some of the beginning and had them going through the same thing.

Beginning 3

(cont after they say they’ll take hhim to the doctor)

“What do you mean it’s nothin’?” Rowen exclaimed angrily. “He’s fainted on you three times in the last two hours!”

“His blood work is coming back perfectly fine minus a sodium deficiency. That can be fixed with a proper diet.” The doctor explains calmly nodding to Cye. “You could also be stressed or tired. I’m recommending you a weeks of bed rest.”

“A-A week? And that will fix it?” The water bearer asks hopefully.

“It should.”

“He can’t keep food down, what does he eat while “resting”?” Sage asks having to forcibly hold Rowen back from jumping the doctor.

“Soft bland foods. Treat this like you’ve got a really bad cold or the flu.”

Cye looks to the other two unsure how to respond. He was half relieved that maybe all it was, was a really bad cold or the flu.. but deep down, like the other two, he didn’t believe it.

“I am putting an appointment for a week from now. We will regroup and see how you are feeling. Complete bed rest, Mr. Mouri. No getting up unless its absolutely necessary.”

*~*

“That lady is crazy!” Rowen grumbled as he wrapped an arm around Cye’s shoulder walking him out of the hospital.

“Maybe a week in bed would help the symptoms? What if it is just a really bad cold?” The younger one offered nervously.

“Do ya really believe that? Have you ever had a cold or the flu make you faint without warning?”

“I-I don’t know, Rowen. I have to try.” He sighs frustrated. “I am upset that nothing else came out of it… no medicine or diet change, just rest. But I’ve got nothing else to do to fix it.” He then forces a smile as Sage pulls his car up.

He watches as the blonde gets out before opening the back passenger seat, “Here. I’ll drive us home.”

“Well at least you two won’t have to worry any more with any of this. I can take care of myself and you two can go about your normal lives.”

Sage and Rowen glanced at each other before shaking their heads. “No way, buddy. I’m not leavin’ ya. I don’t trust what that doc is sayin’.”

“I agree. We’ll try this bed rest out but with supervision. The last thing you need is to hit your head when you faint by yourself.” Sage nods as he helps Cye into the backseat. “Besides, you need someone to cook and clean for you if you’re on bed rest.”

“I-I couldn’t ask that of you and-“

“You didn’t ask. We’re volunteering. Sit back and buckle yourself in.” The bearer of halo instructs before closing the passenger door. “Now just close your eyes and relax. We’ll be home within an hour or so.”

Rowen gets into the front passenger seat looking into the rearview mirror as the youngest warrior attempts to do what he’s told. “Sage, hang on.” He unbuckles himself and gets out moving to the backseat. He moves to the middle and buckles himself in before he pulls Cye to his side, “Go on, Cye. Just rest. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

*~*

Sage lifted his eyes to the rearview mirror after hearing a moan of discomfort from one of the people in the back, “Cye? Are you ok?”

“…I’m alright. Just a bit sick to my stomach.” He admits quietly shifting uncomfortably in his seat leaning against Rowen some more.

“Is it flu sick or-?”

“Not really… it feels like motion sickness, but I’ve never gotten that before and we’re only on the city streets…” Cye sat up hunching over. “…S-Sage please pull over.”

“Right here?”

“Don’t have much of a choice-“ Rowen unbuckled his friend and opened the door on the side of road. He pushes him out onto the grass just in time for the water bearer to get sick. He keeps a hand on his back turning back to Sage worried.

The blonde took a deep breath before he unbuckles and gets out carefully before hurrying over to them. As he suspected not much came back up thankfully but his friend looked in agony. He watches as Cye leans himself back against the side of his car. “You ok?”

“…I don’t understand. I’m so dizzy all of a sudden.” Cye tries to force a smile so as not worry either one of them, “…I-I’m sorry…I think I’m going t-to pass-“

Rowen turns around just in time to catch the younger warrior as he sags to the side. “….its just the flu.” He states looking to Sage. “He just needs bed rest.”

The other doesn’t respond only sitting back on the grassy dirt side of the road. It obviously wasn’t the flu or a cold. He knew bed rest wouldn’t fix it, it probably wouldn’t even put a “dent” into the symptoms.

He should have said something. Should have stood up for Cye in front of the doctor. He should have joined Rowen when he got upset.

He lifts his head hearing the usual weak gasp then grown of life as the younger warrior starts to move again. He swallows his nerves and smiles as best he can getting up on his knees to help Rowen sit Cye up. “W-Welcome back. You weren’t out but a few minutes. T-Take your time.” His voice broke at seeing his friends usually bright green eyes were glazed over and unfocused.

*~*

Cye lifts his head off Rowen’s shoulder as he feels the car stop. It was a different stop that told him they had actually made it versus a stop light. His stomach was churning and he didn’t want to open his eyes but knew he had too.

He forced them open only to have the inside of the car start to turn in circles. He drops his head back to Rowen’s shoulder clenching his eyes shut. “You ok?” Rowen’s voice sounded far away, his heart beat was so loud it was over taking it.

He thought he had answered but he must not have. He felt movement then heard “Cye? Can you hear me?” Closer to his ears. He startled slightly but nodded.

He didn’t want to pass out again. His hands weakly clenched at the edge of Rowen’s jacket as the other started to move get out of the car. He vaguely heard “stay there” but his mind didn’t comprehend it.

Out of no where it got silent and he opened his eyes again but they weren’t focused. He couldn’t even see blobs. Just faded colors turning to black.

“CYE!?”

This time Rowen’s voice was loud and it hurt. He felt hands grip his arms as he’s pulled out of the car and sat down on what felt like the side walk. “Cye?! Buddy, can ya hear me?”

“Is he ok?”

“I-I don’t know. I think he’s going to faint again?” He heard Rowen explaining to someone else. He knew someone else was there, he could see their face… he just couldn’t think of their name. He couldn’t be rude and forget it.

“Cye? I want you to take a few deep breaths, if you can.”

The person’s voice entered his mind and he tried to obey and listen. If it helped him not pass out, he needed to do it.

“That’s it. Again.”

Slowly but surely the spinning started to slow down to what was his new normal. He didn’t feel as sick to his stomach either. He forced his eyes open expecting to see nothing but this time saw blobs and colors that finally focused. “…Ro…?”

Rowen appeared smiling relieved, “Hey buddy. You didn’t faint this time. Sage helped ya through it!”

*~*

“I’m going to go sit with him while he rests. I don’t think he wants to be alone and I don’t feel comfortable leaving him by himself right now either.” Rowen explains as he digs through one of the overnight bags by the couch. He pulls out a book and a sweatshirt for himself. “You’re welcome to join.”

“Thanks. I’m good. I’m going to start trying to come up with something he can keep down and call Mia and update her.” The blonde sighs as he pulls out a small notebook flipping through the pages.

“Whats that?”

“Notes on what he’s able to eat and what his body rejects.”

Rowen changes shirts before walking over to where his friend was reading the notebook. “You took all of these notes?”

“Do you have a better idea? I don’t like forcing him to eat something, if he’ll just get sick later.” He heaves a sigh resting his head against one of his hands. “I’m sorry Rowen. I should have stood up to the doctor with you. This makes no sense. None of his symptoms line up with a cold or the flu.”

“Don’t be sorry. Someone has to be level headed.”

“Usually that’s you.”

Rowen blinks before he shrugs grinning nervously, “Sounds like I lose my level headed-ness around Cye, especially when he’s hurt. That’s why we’ve got you.”

“Level headed or not… it makes no sense. I want to take note of how many times he faints, what he was doing, and what he’s able to eat and drink.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“I mean it. Any time he passes out, we need to write the time he passed out, what he was doing, and how long he was out. In fact..” Sage trails off and flips to the back of the notebook writing out a chart before filling in the last three. “I want to go back to this doctor with as much evidence as we can that this isn’t normal.”

“…right. I’m going to go check on him.” Rowen heads down the hallway not know what to expect. The other warrior could be just “fine” and moving about or he could be- “CYE? Ok ok, take it easy.” He runs over kneeling down beside the smaller one on the ground. He looks around seeing a water bottle on the ground beside them, a puddle under it.

He saw one sock was on and a leg was in the pants. He sighs sitting back placing a hand over the other’s back rubbing it gently as he hears a moan, “hey buddy.. you’re on the floor. I think you just tried to get dressed.”

Slowly Cye opened his eyes not moving from where he was laying. He clenched his eyes shut his shoulders shaking as he tried not to break down.

This was his 3rd time since leaving the doctor’s office. Today was not turning out to be a good one.

“You don’t have to hide it, Cye. I-Its…it’s okay. I’m here. I know it’s got to be terrifying.” He leans back against the wall closing his eyes as he listens to the bearer of Torrent break down as softly as he could. His hand moved up from the other’s back to his head, he kept his hand there hoping to give some sort of comfort. “I’ll help you figure this out.. Sage and I will. It won’t be like this forever.”

*~*

“Hey. I was wondering when I was going to hear from you. How did it go?”

Mia’s voice was the biggest comfort right now as Sage dug through the kitchen taking note of what food they had as well as medicines and drinks. “Not that great.”

“What kind of news did he get?” She asks worried.

“He got nothing. No news, no anything. Just told it was probably the flu or a really bad cold and to have 1 week of complete bed rest.” He sighed standing at the counter as he fills out the lists of things he needed to buy.

“How did Cye take that?”

“Not well. None of us took it well. He agreed to it, because what else do you say when a doctor gives you an idea? Rowen snapped at the doctor as soon as he heard her plan, I had to step in and stop him before she was sent to the Dynasty with a one way ticket. Cye didn’t say much until we got out.”

“Do you think it will help?”

The blonde lifts his head and looks around the half clean kitchen and clothes on the floor heading out to the hall. “…do I wish that a weeks bed rest would miraculously, fix it? Of course. It would be ideal.”

“..but.”

“Mia, there is no way this is a cold. He got motion sick in the car today, I had to pull over in mid drive for him to get sick. He fainted on the side of the road twice then once when we got back here. According to Cye, he’s never had motion sickness – ever.”

He hears Mia sigh and move in her chair. “Let me do some research and I can try and find some different doctors, would that help?”

“If you come up with someone different that would be great. I do want to force him to rest, I think it will help a little. I just can’t see it preventing or taking care of a fainting spell.”

“As my Grandfather would say “take lots of notes”.”

He grins, “Ironically, that is what I’m doing. I told Rowen, we’re taking notes of every single time he passes out. What he was doing when it happened and how long he was out.”

“Good. That will come in handy for the next doctor. Where is Cye now?”

“Hopefully resting. Rowen went back to check on him.” He flicks through his lists before holding the phone closer to his hear, “Mia, you said you were raised in France?”

“Born and raised, why?”

“Do you know of any bland soups or food that he could maybe keep down?”

“Is he still getting sick after each meal?” She asks worried.

“Yeah, he is. Do you know of anything?”

“I’ll dig through my cookbooks and look. I’m sure Cye won’t say it, but I know he’s grateful that you’re there.”

Sage smiles weakly, “That’s nice to hear. He tried to run us off after he was told bed rest. There is no way we’re just going to leave him when-“

He goes quiet at hearing Rowen call for him. “I’ve got to go. I think Cye fainted again.”

“Go. We’ll touch base later.”

Sage hangs the phone up before hurrying down the hallway towards the bedroom, “Rowen? Is everything ok?” He stops at the end of the hallway as he comes up on Rowen holding Cye up against him.

The younger warrior didn’t look coherent. He had that same glassy look as earlier when he fainted on the side of the road. He kneels down reaching out to feel for a pulse, “…his heart is beating so fast.”

“I-I know. He came back here I think to get dressed and fainted. I caught him on the floor and he broke down on me and when he tried to sit up he fainted again. I caught him mid fall this time. I’m not sure how hard he hit the first.” Rowen explained as best he can while trying not to panic. “S-Sage we can’t …we have to be here. He’ll injure himself really badly if someone isn’t here.”

“One of us needs to be by his side at all times.” Sage states sighing as he checks the water bearer over for any injuries. He gently moves the limp arms back and forth looking them over. “The fainting explains all of these bruises. I noticed them the other day and was confused on how he got them… it makes sense.”

“Do we move him to the bed or wait for him to wake up?”

Sage waves a hand in front of Cye’s face for a few seconds expecting some kind of response. He didn’t get one. “I don’t know how long it could take for him to come back. This one seems different than the others.”

“I know, that’s why I called you. It had already been 8 minutes since he fainted.” Rowen sighs as he gently pulls one of the limp arms over his shoulder, “Ok buddy. We’re going to help you to bed.”

Sage nods taking the other arm and together they lift him to his feet. They stagger as Cye passes out on them again going fully limp in their arms. “W-What the..”

“Did he just faint again?” Rowen struggled to look over to see. “He wasn’t even fully conscious this time.”

“Don’t panic.”

“How can I not?!”

“Rowen, take a deep breath. Let’s just carry him over to his bed. It could just be exhaustion.” The blonde tried to reassure him as they walked into the bedroom carrying the youngest in between the two of them. “Okay easy, easy..”

Together they eased the smaller warrior onto the bed and lay him back. Rowen moves down and bends his friend’s legs pushing him a bit more onto the bed. To their surprise they get a moan.

Sage glances down taking note of what just happened. “Cye? You’re on your bed.”

“Ya fainted on me again. Twice.” Rowen explained as he finally lets go of Cye’s legs stretching them out before covering his lower half up.

Cye’s hands started to weakly grip the bed and he moaned again before his eyes opened. Rowen sighed with relief that they looked mostly focused, “Hey buddy.. can you see me?”

“Ro…?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” The archer sighed with relief as he curls up around him. “Just lay there and get your barings back. I’ll help you dress later.”

“…I-I can’t v-very well relax in jeans a-and a shirt, Rowen.”

“You don’t have much of a choice.” Sage interjects. “From the looks of the last two fainting spells. I think one of them hit because you were getting dressed.”

“Just take a nap for a few min. I’ll wake ya up and we can get you dressed. Okay?”

They heard a groggy frustrated groan, “…fine.” And then wait for a few long minutes before they hear his breathing level out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sit here with him.” Rowen stacks a few pillows up behind his head as he gets comfortable. He keeps close as he moves around.

“Good. I have some things to do. Mainly picking up ingredients. Before I head out, I’ll give you that notebook. Start filling it out.”

*~*

Rowen lifts his head off the page he was reading and looks down. The younger warrior was starting to move again. He could feel a hand weakly grasping at his pants leg. He smiles, “Good mornin’ sleepin beauty.”

He gently pulls the blankets down and lets them puddle at Cye’s waist. “Take it easy, you’ve been asleep for almost three hours.”

“…t-three hours…” Cye repeated groggily as he tried to sit up. He wavered unsteadily the world spinning. He reached out in half a panic not expecting to feel all of this right away.

“Cye!? What part of take it easy, didn’t ya get?”

“I s-slept too long. I need to …to help Sage…” His voice kept dropping off as he tried to speak and ignore the dizziness. He fell back and was caught by Rowen who held him against his chest.

“You’re not helping anyone and you didn’t sleep too long. You’re on bed rest, remember?” The blue haired warrior cradled the other in his arms helping him get comfortable again. He only lowers his arms once he feels the other relax. “However, we do need to change your shirt at the very least.”

“…I-I changed earlier…”

“You didn’t complete the task, buddy. You fainted.”

Cye opens his eyes and looks down at himself. Rowen was right. He was still in his button down from earlier. He sits up slower this time before he attempts to unbutton his shirt. His hands were trembling too much to do it himself.

He feels hands sit on his own and looks up, “Let me help.”

“I-I can undress myself, Rowen. I’m not an invalid.”

“I never said ya were. You’ve fainted so many times, you’re hands are shaking. Let me help.” Rowen sighs as he hovers over Cye. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. This will stay between you, Sage and I.”

Cye finds himself blushing a bit but nods quietly, “Oh alright..”

*~*

Sage comes down the hallway holding a tray in his hands. A bowl of soup, utensils, a cup of tea, a water bottle and electrolyte drink were on top. “Cye? Are we still conscious back here?”

“W-Who is this we? Are you fainting now?”

He laughs happy to hear the sarcasm in the other’s voice, “Ok, you. I’m guessing by your response that you are still conscious.”

He enters the room happily surprised to see Cye sitting up wearing his killer whale pajamas and …”are those dolphin slippers on your feet?”

This time the water bearer flushed a bit before a smile takes over, “Yes, of course! Kento found them for me when he went to China last year to see his family.” He slowly moves his feet, hitting them against each other. “They are nice and comfy.”

Rowen grins shaking his head, “Somehow, buddy, I’m not surprised by any of this. Oh, hey, Sage brought some food.”

While Cye sounded back to normal, he didn’t look like he felt well. His hands were shaking as he tried to stay up right and present in the conversation. Sage had gotten used to the dark circles under his friends eyes, or so he thought… he internally shivered at seeing the glazed green eyes look over at him.

Cye had been pale when they all met him. Kento always joked it made no sense that Cye didn’t tan like a normal person.. that he spent all of this time out in the water and never tanned for it. This was a different pale, he didn’t look well.

He startles at hearing Cye call his name, “Ah yes, I brought soup. If you can stomach it, it’s potato soup. Mia called me with the receipe, it’s from France.”

The other’s eyes light up as it’s set in his lap.

[magicicephoenix]

who!Sun is the kinda person to have a mental breakdown if his cereal isn’t made correctly

he’s soooo mentally stable! :)

(sarcasm) (this guy ain’t got a mentally stable bone in his body)

[mobius-m-mobius]

#there are two types of actors 😂💖