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I love your username. Have a great day. You're awesome! 💞

aww, thank u anon!! ur awesome too <3333333 i hope you have an amazing life and your pillow is always cold and your blankets heavy and your pet cuddly

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Where's the i wouldn't read that button

its called scrolling???????????? gang i just wanna know who's gonna read it. i dont care who wont, it's not gonna affect me 😭 as long as some people are interested in it that's all that matters. now please stop being a dick and wasting your time

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Would you want this written?

Would people be receptive to a non-tulpar AU of mouthwashing? It would be sorta like the tv show 'Kevin can F k Himself', and the characters would be residents of St. Louis. Essentially, J*mmy and Anya are married in a horrible relationship, Anya had the baby.

Jeepers works at a valet service with his best friend, Curly, where they go on joy rides in fancy cars and get drunk off hours.

Anya works at the local Drugstore behind the pharmacy counter, her licence to work there given as a grace from the county to get her out of the med school.

Daisuke is the young janitor at the store who becomes her only friend/sidekick as she plots to get away from Janky.

Swansea is the bodega owner, who's worried about the company Anya works for taking over the consumers and running him out. He will become really important in the later chapters, but will remain more off to the side in the beginning.

I'll add characters here and there to fill as needed, but they'll mostly be oc's with little importance.

The story will focus on Anya trying to figure out how to get away from Jape, keep the baby safe, and not have Jooky drag her back home with him.

If you haven't seen the show Kevin can F k himself, I highly recommend it! Please repost, as it spreads this post to more people and boosts it. Liking is just a form of cataloging!

Thank you!!! <33

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If you were Jesus and I was judas, I don't think I would be able to resist betraying you if it meant I would forever have my name tied to yours. Wether it be infamy or love that connected our names it wouldn't matter because through mosaics of the ancients and mental rants from a 15 year old, we would always be stuck together. Even if you hated me, hated my guts and cursed the star that made the iron in my blood, every cursed and boiled-by-sin imagery would feature my smile, for being immortalized next to you is not a pleasure even God is worthy of

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🍏- ANON? MAYBE??? it's so late for me but reading your nsfw on Daisuke...UAAAGHHH SAAGHHH 🗣️ he's such a vocal man and the whole morning sex thing where he can't get into you quick enough .helpop helppp meeeee helpppp

(maybe this is a request? Maybe I'm just yapping lowkey??? But if you want to write on this, by all means go for it LMAO)

Giggling over Swansea being mortified while walking in on reader x daisuke getting it on, I imagine they don't notice him and Daisuke is getting all needy trying to keep his pace ���� That boy has never felt the touch of person romantically so I could onllllyyyy assume that he'd been sensitive his first time. Or like. Every time with reader- especially if they're still on the ship. He's trying to not make too much noise as everyone is asleep ☹️ his whiney ass is NOT making it through that night. Bonus if reader is nonchalant about it the next day at lunch. They're talking with someone about their poor love lives (finding people to stay with how long their jobs shipments are)- reader dropping shit like 'aw man yeah. if only there was someone to really understand me, y'know?'. As if Daisuke wasn't memorizing their insides and how they physically react to him with his body just last night 😭

HELP 🍏 ANON THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ALMOST FELL OFF MY BED. But this is Acually so smart. I always believe Daisuke gets lost in the sauce when you guys have sex. For the headcanon I was thinking they were known dating. But for this let’s pretend the crew doesn’t know Daisuke and reader are dating. The first kind middle part will be NSFW. But the rest should be NSFW. This will be done as a one shot. (I’ll also include your little bonus! Plus a little more:3)

What was that god damn noise..? Swansea thought. Irradiated as he heard a squeaking sound, an indescribable muffled sound coming along with it. For fucks sake he just wanted to get some rest! But those loud noises would not let the poor man drift to sleep. He was gonna put a stop to that noise. Once and for all.

Swansea swings his legs over the side of his bed, sitting up. Stretching his arms as he gets ready to investigate what the noise is, and where it’s coming from. He stands up, his back making a loud crack.( I love old man Swansea). He slips his slippers on. Grabbing and putting on his robe by the door. Slowly pushing the door open. Before silently shutting the door. The noise got louder. Even though the walls were paper thin. It still muffled some of the noise.

He tread carefully through the halls. Getting closer to the noise. Swansea could hear talking maybe? The squeaking of something getting louder the more he approaches. Wait. He’s getting closer to Daisuke’s room..? What the hell was that kid doing. He could hear a faint panting? He started walking a bit faster.

Daisuke’s door was cracked open. God was the kid hurt-. Oh… Oh dear god.. For the love of pony express why did he have to be the one to catch this scene. He could now clearly see what was happening now. God why him..? (Warning for what’s ahead will be NSFW)

“Nyyhhh… F-fuck you feel so good. G-god so good. Am I doing good? Mhm!.. a-am I doing good for you. Wanna make sure your feeling as ..ahh ~… as good as I am.” Daisuke whimpered out. His arms wrapped around your waist as he continues going his rough pace.

“Yes! O-oh fuck hah… doing so good for me!”, Your voice muffled as you were face first in your pillow. Daisuke’s body pressing against your back. Like he was trying to mold his body with you. A loud ‘plap’ sound being able to be heard.

Swansea felt his face contort in horror. He could feel his stomach twist in disgust. He definitely walked in on something he definitely shouldn’t have. So what did he do. He went back to his room. Staring at the ceiling with that petrified face still stuck on his face. To say he wasn’t able to sleep that night would be an understatement

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“I feel like it’s impossible to date anyone with this crappy job.” Anya huffed in a frustrated tone. “I second to that.”, Curly sighed as he ate his crappy lunch.” Our shipments at a Minimum are 5 months! And it’s like we get a month or two back on earth, before they send us back to ship something!” Anya finished. The annoyed look on her face quite prominent.

“I get you Anya. I want to Acually spend time with someone and let them get to know me. But you can’t really do that on this floating rock.”, You said nonchalantly. You sure were letting Daisuke get to know you. All of you… Swansea thought. Trying not to gag at the imagie of what he witnessed last night.

You could feel Daisuke’s eyes turn to you. Lingering a bit longer than ‘just friends’. “Yeah man, it’s such a bummer!” Daisuke said. A light blush spread across his face as he said it. No one else except Swansea noticed.

“Say uh..” Anya started, looking up at you. “I saw you walking in here with a limp, you good?” She asked,her voice laced with concern. God why did you have to ask that Anya! Swansea cringed at her question. “Oh yea no I’m good! Just hit my leg on the wall while sleeping y’know.” You said. Hmh.. I’m sure you were doing some sort of sleeping. Swansea hurrying to finish his food. Quickly getting up to put his plate in the sink and immediately start work. He really just wants to take his mind off this..

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“Swan-sea!” Daisuke said, dragging the two parts of Swansea’s name out. Swansea ignored Daisuke, continuing to work on the broken vent. “Dude did I do something wrong?” Swansea sighed. Since Daisuke wanted the truth he’ll get it.”For fucks sake Daisuke! Can you have them stop fucking like rabbits! I know you young people have your urges, but this has been going on for the past week. And it’s Saturday for crying out loud!” Swansea yelled.

“AND IF YOU FREAKS ARE GONNA KEEP GOING AT IT. AT LEAST KEEP THE DOOR SHUT AND BE QUIET. SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP.” Swansea finished, catching his breath. Daisuke just stood there stunned.

“You.. you heard us..?” Daisuke asked, his mouth agape and his eyes shot wide. “I didn’t just hear you guys. Saw it to! Close the damn door next time!” Swansea said irritated. Daisuke continued to stand there embarrassed. “Swansea uh.. I-I’m so sorry I didn’t realize.” Daisuke stuttered out. Still shocked about the revelation.

“Yeah you better be fucking sorry” Swansea muttered. Turning around before pausing. Sighing a bit. “At lest your getting some action in this hell hole. Reminds me of me and my wife.” He said. Before holding his fist out. “I’m only gonna do this once Daisuke.” Swansea said. Daisuke happily returned the fist bump.

“Now get the hell out of my sight for the rest of the day!” Swansea yelled. “Alright swan-sea!” Daisuke said, doing the same long period name thing. Swansea let out an annoyed sigh. At least the kid was happy…

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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I love this art so much, its like yes, nico and lewis! Not nico 'n lewis. they're no longer one thing with their names becoming some sort of weird almost-portmanteau. they're two seperate people now, two things that can exist in the same space in the sense that two lamps can be in a room and not in the sense that they are in the exact same spot at the exact same time. Maybe that's why brocedes broke up, they were so close to becoming the exact same person that they ended up going to far and became as far away as possible. "So close yet so far" but you're my best friend? It also reminds me of that one post about the autocorrection to Orpheus and Eurydice from Orpheus loves Eurydice. same concept but different ends of the specturm, yknow?

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Life update!

hello all! i apologize for not updating the christmas fic event, but 8 days ago i got admitted to the psych ward involuntary. im fine, i just had an episode. but i fully intend on continuing the event, just a tad bit later than intended. Happy holidays everyone!

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O' Christmas Tree - DR3 🍈 (2/12)

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Drunk kissing

A/N: thank you all for the support on the Lando fic! it means a lot to me :3. Also sorry this is so short im writing this at 3 AM day of, so...

Word count: 494

"Wine, my love?" Daniel smiles as he walks into the family room, glasses in one hand and bottle in the other

You glance up from putting ornament hooks on the newest tree decorations, eyeing your boyfriend warily. "This is a brand-new white couch, Daniel. Get that Malbec at least 6 feet away from it."

He rolls his eyes, but sets the Malbec down as he kneels next to a box labeled 'FRAGILE - CHRISTMAS DECOR'. You two had decided that 11 at night would be the perfect time to drag out ornaments and start decorating.

"Aren't you cold? It's freezing and yet you're wearing shorts." Daniel comments as he digs through yet another ornament box.

"No, because there's this thing called an indoor heater" You tease back, "Have you found the star yet?"

Daniel had been looking for the star for an hour before getting wine, dragging out boxes and tubs of every type of holiday decoration. He had managed to find a back up, a toilet paper doll from his grandmother that smelled like a mixture of cat piss and puke.

"No, but I found your box of ornaments. I'm loving the disco ball snowman with tits. Very...y/n." He laughs, raising his eyebrows to accentuate your name

"Check the box for my star. It's brass solder and red glass." You choose to ignore the jab at your choice of decor, "I'll help since you're drunk"

You kneel across the tub from him, peeling out ornaments and tinsel garlands. You notice Daniel looking up at you every once and a while, his eyes pulling along your body when he thought you weren't paying attention. He feels a heat in his chest as he traces your body, his basketball shorts becoming a tad bit too tight for comfort.

"...hey baby?" As your head moves up to look at him, he moved forward, lips quickly pecking yours. He looks at you with a stupid grin on his lips

"What was that for?" You raise an eyebrow. Danny always had some sort of ulterior motive, whether it be getting in your pants or winning a grand prix.

He remains silent for a second, looking you up and down before he kisses you again. This time, however, his lips don't separate from yours. He shoves the tub to the side, pressing you back until you're laying against the carpet.

Daniel climbs over you, one of his forearms resting next to your head, his other hand on your waist as he kisses you. Hot kisses trail down to the side of your neck, where Daniel begins to suck a hickey into your flesh. "Fuck, Danny..." You whisper, leaning your head back so he has more room to kiss.

But suddenly, his forearm slips from underneath him, sending his fist straight into the bottle of Malbec. And sending Malbec into the couch. You let out a quick gasp, looking up at the mess.

"...sorry babe...merry Christmas?" He giggles, looking down at you

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Keeping Warm - LN4 🍋 (1/12)

Warnings: Smut under the cut, some cursing, lando being a perv, fem!pronouns, fem!anatomy

A/N: My first ever fic! i hope yall like it, gimme some feedback on what to improov upon in the comments pls :3

Word Count: 882

It was -5°C outside, cold covering everything it could, inconsiderate of broken heaters and electricity-dependent 20 year olds. So, you and Lando, pretty much. "Dammit, my phones almost dead." Lando softly whines, phone in hand as he walked out of the bedroom, "You wouldn't happen to have a spare power bank, would you?" The snow storm had blown out all the power for the city, leaving everything electronic screwed until the storm blew over. This included phones, chargers, microwaves, ovens, fridges, and the such.

You glance up from your book, watching your boyfriend flop down onto the bed in front of you. "No dice. My turn for a question: Have you found any extra blankets?"

He moves his head to the side, jokingly glaring at you. "Oh, because I'm your little slave that's only here to provide warmth. I forgot, sorry."

It's your turn to glare. You loved your boyfriend, but he was a bit dramatic at times. Times = always. "Slut is the preferred term, but That works too."

"....Wellllllll..." Lando looks at you with an evil grin, "What if your slut had a new way to keep you warm?"

"But my book!" You groan as it's snatched from your hands

"C'mon, baby," Lando coaxed, sliding off of the couch and sitting down in front of you, "not even for your poor, sad, lonely, desperate, hopeless boyfriend?"

"Wow, not dramatic at all" You retort, putting your computer to the side and looking down at him

"Cmon. the heaters broken, we don't have a fire place, and we've already used all the blankets. Name a better way to keep warm."

Lando grab your knees, spreading them apart and kissing up your thighs. His eyes flick up to yours, clouded with lust as he gets closer to your core.

"Lan." You hum softly

"Yeah?" He muses in return, peppering kisses up and down your thighs, teasingly switching to the other each time he gets close to your core. He knew what he was doing, and was planning on milking it for as long as possible.

"...If, and that's a strong if, I let you get what you want, then do you promise to let me do my work later?" You say quietly, looking down at the beautiful boy between your thighs

"Mhm...promise baby, I promise..." Lando's words are slurred slightly, his lips prioritizing kisses more than words at the moment

You shift on the couch slightly, hooking your thumbs under your waistband. Lando looks up at you, moving a hand from your thigh to grab onto your shorts. he slides his fingers around next to yours, tugging your shorts and panties down to your knees. His eyes roam over the newly exposed skin, hands unhooking your bottom layers from around your leg.

"You okay with this?" Lando checks with you, looking up at you

"Yes, I am. You?" You smile down at him

"More ready than I've ever been." He breathes, his hands moving your thighs apart. His lips ghost against your thighs, rushing to your core. He briefly hesitates before his tongue slowly licks up and down your cunt a few times. His lips wrap around your clit, rolling it in his mouth gently.

"Ah..." You gasp, one of your thighs lifting up in attempt to move your cunt closer to Lando. His hand reaches up and grabs it, using it to pull you against him. Your back was against the couch, legs thrown over Lando's shoulders. Your wet cunt was perfectly level with his face as he sat on the floor, right in front of the couch.

He detaches his lips from you, letting go of one of your thighs. He brings his hand up to his mouth, licking two fingers wet. He slides his fingers up and down your folds, spreading the spit-and-slick mixture around. Once he deems you wet enough, he slips two fingers into your heat.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out, back arching at the new sensation. Lando grins, tongue going back to thrashing around your clit. As he makes out with your cunt, his free hand grips your thigh and pulls it against him to stop you from slipping away.

He loved you like this. He loved you always, but this was a special side of you that was just for him. Only he could make you feel this way and that was practically enough for him to cum on the spot. Or make you cum on the spot.

His index finger pulls out, giving just enough room for his tongue to replace it. His tongue undulates inside you as his middle finger pumps in and out. His eyes dreamily close as feels his tongue begin to be constricted. Realizing that you were about to cum, he gives a few last good sucks to your cunt.

With a final wave of pleasure, you sink into your orgasm. Heat from your core presses down and then explodes all over your body. You become numb to everything except how Lando drinks up your soul.

As the waves die down, you become aware of everything around you. Lando moves over to the side of you, crossing his arms underneath his head as it lays on the sofa cushion on your right. He grins, looking you up and down.

"Warm enough now?"

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Request/Ask box is open! feel free to request fluff, smut, or anything like that!

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Christmas Fic List!

Day 1/12: Keeping Warm/Lando Norris🍋

Day 2/12: O Christmas tree/Daniel Ricciardo 🍈

Day 3/12: Snowed In/Zhou Guanyu 🍊

Day 4/12: Mistletoe/Franco Colapinto 🍊

Day 5/12: Gingerbread houses/Max Verstappen 🍊

Day 6/12: Wrapping Gifts/Oscar Piastri 🍋

Day 7/12: Iceskating/George Russell 🍊

Day 8/12: Christmas Party/Lewis Hamilton 🍊

Day 9/12: Secret Santa/Carlos Sainz 🍈

Day 10/12: Spiked Eggnog/Charles Leclerc 🍋

Day 11/12: (Not so) Ugly Christmas sweaters/Fernando Alonso 🍈

Day 12/12: Christmas Morning/All the boys! 🍈

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Masterlist!

F1

Christmas 2024

Max Verstappen:

Lando Norris: Oscar Piastri:

Charles Leclerc:

Carlos Sainz:

Franco Colapinto:

George Russell:

Lewis Hamilton:

Fernando Alonso:

Daniel Ricciardo:

Logan Sargeant:

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Prompts!

Forced proximity

general prompts

angst prompts

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Welcome to my blog!!

I'm Fin, a 19 y/o French-American writer! I like writing poetry, fanfiction, short stories...pretty much anything! My hobbies include crocheting, writing (obv), playing with my cat, and watching video essays! I don't like super long car rides (motion sickness), cooking more than I have too, and loud chewers. I'm really into F1, Naked and Afraid, Vinland saga, The Front Bottoms, and D&D. Here are some rules for the blog: DO: be polite when asking questions, commenting, or an other form of interaction. this is an inclusive place. DONT: exclude/make fun of/demean/offend (on pourpose) any group of people. This is an LGBTQ+, POC, and Disability friendly place.

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